Preface: So, I got this idea while rewatching the Frieza saga and am rolling with it. This story picks up right after Bulma is kidnapped by Frieza's soldiers on Namek, around episode #59. So for all you Alternate Universe fans, this one's for you.
I'm not a huge fan of stories that head hop, so I'll be alternating POVs by chapter. The only POVs will be Vegeta and Bulma.
This is my first fic, and I'm excited about this idea, so I hope you like it. Feel free to drop a review. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
PROLOGUE
Vegeta had ensconced himself between the two plateaus, guarding the six dragon balls for several hours now. He had worked tirelessly to make it to this point. All it had taken was a good dose of intimidation, a host of dead bodies, and a near death experience – nothing too out of the ordinary for him. He only needed one more ball in order to finally make his wish, and he was not going to let anything stand in his way.
Arms crossed and eyes closed, he sat on one of the magical orbs, focusing every ounce of concentration he had on locating the Earthlings that had stolen the seventh ball from him. He banished all other thoughts from his mind; he had to keep it unclouded if he hoped to sense their ki.
There.
Vegeta's brows furrowed as he finally honed in on the faint group of energies. It sent a ripple through his senses like a leaf falling on to a pool of still water. There were two distinct kis, and, if he focused enough, a third one. While the first two seemed too weak to be the Earth fighters, he supposed it was only because they were suppressing their energy in hopes of misleading him.
The third, however, was distinct, and was what made him certain it was them. It was incredibly weak, barely a flicker. It must be that bratty girl.
Vegeta wondered why the Earthlings would have ever thought it a good idea to bring such a weakling female with them to Namek. From what he had deduced during his battle with Zarbon, she had zero fighting ability, and, as evidence of her power level, was clearly a brittle being. Why would they bring such dead weight with them?
It didn't matter, of course. They would be dead soon. All of them – the humans, Frieza and his men. He would be the only one leaving this planet alive.
Vegeta rose to his feet and glanced back to his dragon balls one last time before blasting into the air toward the collection of energies. At last, he thought to himself as the wind roared past him, I will have all seven dragon balls and become immortal. As soon as I pry it from the Earthlings' dead fingers.