Yo! It's luvssaintbernards again with another romance story! (It's the one
I suggested at the end of one of the chapters in the story I'm writing for
my sister.) This one might have a little bit of humor, but not much, mostly
just romance, suspense, and drama. It'll have a little bit of abuse and
things in it, but other than that it won't be too bad writing it on my
part. In this story, though, there's a lot of things different from the
show, such as Vegeta hasn't rebelled against Freeza yet when he meets Bulma
and asks for her Dragonball, Nappa never existed, either. This is like-the
only story I ever really planned out, meaning it'll probably turn out to be
the best. Anyway, enjoy it please! I don't mind flames as long as they're
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, AND NO HEARTLESS CRITICISM. If I think you're
criticism is heartless, you can expect to be getting a 'heartless' email
from me, because I don't take to that crap. If you have a mean review that
has criticism in it, keep it to yourself please! Well, once again, Enjoy!
-Luv, luvssaintbernards.
Chapter the first
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
*No, not again, there just HAS to be more to life than this! There just has to be more to life than making ONE mistake and then getting beat for it! * Vegeta thought, as he got slapped across the face so hard he went staggering back into the wall. But there was something good about this. He'd been going through it for twenty years now, twenty years of just saying the wrong thing and getting beat, or when Freeza just felt like beating him, and he was used to it.
He didn't know why he didn't defend himself from it all now that he was thirty instead of a little boy of ten, but he didn't, because he was afraid of the extraterrestrial named Freeza. Even though he didn't have a father to have to look out for anymore, he was still afraid and he didn't know why.
"I'm sorry, I'm REALLY sorry, Master Freeza . . ." Vegeta squeaked, rubbing a hand across the cheek he had been slapped in, "But I couldn't find the Dragonballs! We need to make some kind of equipment that can help us to locate them-"
"ENOUGH OF YOUR DRIBBLE! You know that you could have tried harder, and at least found one of these Earth Dragonballs! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" Freeza scolded, slapping him across the other cheek and sending it on fire.
Vegeta howled with pain. "Stop that!" He growled, losing control of his anger and temper. That had been one of his most dire mistakes as child and adult, it was that temper. One shot off at Freeza and he'd get it, sometimes getting rationed of food for a week. He clasped his hand to his cheek. "I mean . . . please . . . stop that, master." He grumbled. *Why should I be subjected to this? I'm the PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS, and I used to be admired, and now this-Oh, curse the meteor that destroyed my planet! *
Freeza was just staring at him, with a menacing glare that made Vegeta know just what would happen.
"Don't put me on ration." Vegeta growled. "DON'T, or I'll KILL you, I've had enough of this! You can't just beat the hell out of me, and let your little subjects do it! I'm the Prince, and I have my dignity!"
Freeza started to laugh at Vegeta. "You're no Prince anymore. You're the Prince of a race that has been dead for twenty years." He cackled. "And I suggest you get out there and get to work on finding those Dragonballs, or I'll put you on ration for a month! But for now, just three days without food or water. Maybe you'll learn not to speak to me that way."
Vegeta had to try extremely hard to keep himself from trying to strangle Freeza. Instead he just rubbed both of his stinging and burning cheeks. "Whatever." He grumped. He turned to walk out.
"Vegeta, If I were you I'd think long and hard about staying out ALL night to find at least a Dragonball, because if you come back to this ship with no Dragonballs by tomorrow at twelve, and I have to come looking for you, than I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life, and you won't see food or water again."
Vegeta knew that Freeza was not just stalling. Freeza had given this threat to Vegeta before, and Vegeta had not done what he was asked. It was three weeks before Freeza finally gave into Vegeta's begs for food and water.
"All right." Vegeta growled, and stomped out of the ship.
* * * * *
When he got out of the ship, he kicked the side of it. It put a rather large dent in it. "Shows what I think about YOU, Freeza." He growled. "Thinking you can order ME around!" He kicked the ship three more times and stomped a few flowers. "How DARE him, I'm tired of this. I can't just keep on living like this!" He threw himself against a tree in frustration. He buried his face in the bark, scraping up his already reddened cheeks. *I've got to put a stop to this, got to run away, got to find a better life . . . Anything but being beat. I can't die a slave, I just can't. *
He finally slumped his back against the tree and sat there, thinking about what he was going to do. From all he knew Earth was a relatively big planet, actually a HUGE planet, and it could take weeks for him to find even one Dragonball. It was slim to none that he could get just one Dragonball before dark. He was almost crying from being so frustrated.
*Al right, calm down Vegeta. Just try and if you try, then maybe you can find one. Maybe you can find someone who can tell you where a Dragonball is. * He thought to reassure himself. He slowly pulled himself to his feet shakily, and rubbed his cheeks once more. But hey, Freeza had beaten him worse that just slapping the heck out of him.
Vegeta lifted off into flight. He hoped to avoid Zarbon and Dodoria, Freeza's subjects, who beat him also. But not as much, only when Freeza asked them to, which was slim. Freeza liked to beat Vegeta all by himself.
*Okay . . . Where can I go to find a Dragonball? * Vegeta thought. His raging mind decided on a village first. He could ask the inhabitants of the village if they had seen any Dragonballs, and if they hadn't, he'd kill them. 'Twas the way a heartless saiyan lived his life: bursting through and taking no prisoners.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta finally reached a small village not far from where he had started off flying at. He landed carefully down in the Town Square and looked around for someone, ANYONE, someone to tell him about a Dragonball somewhere near here. But there was no one, no one on the streets. He knocked on a door but there was no one in the house either. He tried several other houses and got the same results.
*Where are all the people? * He thought. He whipped his head from side to side before finally deciding that they were in a human church or something. *Well, I'll just go right to that little church and demand that I'll know where a Dragonball is. * He thought. He recognized all churches as being buildings with tall pointy steeples, and he saw one sitting among the other houses and shops.
Just as Vegeta was about to bust into the church, a smell came wafting under his sensitive saiyan nose. *What . . . Is that . . . It smells so good! * Vegeta thought. Food that smelled that good . . . he hadn't smelled or tasted in a long time. Most of the food he got these days was the slop that Zarbon would give him; leftovers from what he and the others had eaten. The only times he got anything good were very rare, when he'd just destroyed a planet for Freeza, and Freeza barely asked him to do it anymore. Freeza just mainly kept Vegeta in his ship to beat him and keep him as a slave, also because he'd hated Vegeta's father, the King, with a purple passion. Even though Vegeta was now thirty and his father long dead, Freeza still hated King Vegeta.
*I shouldn't have to put myself through this. I'll just look for what smells so good. Since the people of this town are in church, I can steal whatever it is. Have something good for a change. *
He started to sniff the air like a dog might, going for whatever it was that smelled so good. His stomach growled and rolled for that wonderful scent; his mouth dripped drool almost without control.
He soon reached a small illegal selling stand in the Far West of the little town, so ending his search for the scent. Vegeta stared down at the food. Some of it looked familiar, for some of it was fruit, but the rest of it was stuff he'd never seen before in his entire life as a Saiyan. *Well, I'll steal it. * Vegeta thought. He began to look around for something that he could possibly put the fruit into. His eyes finally came across a bag.
Vegeta grabbed the bag and started to shovel the food into it, all that he could fit. *I have to hurry, I can't waste anymore time than I possibly have to doing this. I have to find at least one Dragonball. * When he had shoveled the last of the food into the bag, an even BETTER thought came across his mind. A thought that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of before.
"I shouldn't worry about Freeza's 'rationing', because I can just make myself a secret hideout! A place I can put a bunch of food and water in, and then when Freeza puts me on his rationing, I can come there and eat on one of my little errands!" Vegeta thought outloud, thinking it was such a perfect idea that he just had to say it outloud. And it was perfect, it really was. Finally no more worrying about ration. No more letting Freeza threaten him with them. Now the only thing he had to worry about was the beating Freeza inflicted on him.
* * * * * *
Vegeta found a canyon, about five miles due south of the town he'd found. The dire need to find the Dragonballs in his head was now not dire; but very little, for now he was setting up his secret hideout and everything would be okay. He hoped so, at least.
He found a small crevice in the wall of the canyon and dropped the bag down there. *Now all I need is to go and find some water. But first, I'm going to sit down and eat a little, after all, Freeza didn't allow me breakfast this morning. *
He plopped down on his ass and dug his hand into the bag, coming up with an apple and sticking the delicious red apple into his mouth. The first bite was like heaven itself. *Ha-ha-ha, Freeza, let's see you put me on ration now. * Vegeta thought. A small chuckle escaped his mouth, but that was all. When you lived the way this man did nothing was really that funny anymore. But he'd look back on this day when he was away from Freeza FINALLY, and he'd laugh on it. Laugh, and laugh, and laugh, for very soon, Vegeta was to meet the person who would turn his life around forever, until the day he died.
* * * * * * * * *
Vegeta woke up to the sun hitting his eyelids, giving him a great big wake up call. His eyes slowly peered open. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, a huge long yawn. He'd fallen asleep in the canyon next to his bag of food. An apple core lay in his lap.
*All night. I slept all night out here in this canyon. * Vegeta thought.
He stood up and stretched his back and legs. He then grabbed the bag of food and slid it behind a couple of rocks, then covered it with a little bit of dirt. It wouldn't take someone long to find the food but they'd have to search.
The word 'search' brought horrible worry and fear raining down on Vegeta's head. *Oh no! Freeza's probably searching for me right now! And judging by the sun . . . IT'S PAST TWELVE! * Vegeta's mind grew frantic thinking about what he could do about this situation. He looked back at the food that he'd hidden, and then started running through the canyon to search for a place to hide. He knew it would be much easier for Freeza to find him if he was trying to fly back somewhere, so the canyon was his best bet right now.
Vegeta crouched behind a rock. *Please, God, PLEASE, don't let anything happen to me. * He thought, gulping. But his heart sank down into his stomach when he heard someone shout this word:
"VEGETA!"
And the voice that his name was in sounded like Freeza's.
* * * * * *
Mere minutes seemed like hours as Vegeta waited fatefully behind that big rock, waiting for Freeza to throw the rock up and find him. And this wasn't exactly what happened; though very similar.
Vegeta was crouched behind the rock and shivering like a little mouse when he felt a strong hand grip his hair painfully. "Ouch!" He groaned, as the person began to drag him out by his hair, cutting his legs and arms on the rocks. "Stop that! Release me!" He shouted. "I don't care if you're Freeza, just let me go and stop it!"
Respondent to Vegeta's wishes whoever it was dropped his hair, and Vegeta's head hit the ground. When he opened his tightly closed eyes he was looking up into the face of Freeza.
"Master Freeza! I . . ." He began.
"You what? Didn't get a Dragonball?"
Vegeta sat up, and looked at the ground with anger in his eyes.
"Well, Vegeta, you don't have to rain the bad news on me because I already knew. I knew when Zarbon told me he'd spotted you sleeping, so I started looking for you. I knew you wouldn't be back by twelve. Now, you're going to pay for it." Freeza bent down and grabbed Vegeta painfully by the arm.
Vegeta winced to withstand the pain. *Just go with the flow, Vegeta, he's beaten you a thousand times before- * But Vegeta's mind didn't think so. Freeza wrenched his arm to the side, and pain radiated up the whole side of Vegeta's body. "AHHHHHHH!" He yelped. He tried to wrench his arm away from the tyrant's grasp, but he could not. "Let go of me!" He ordered.
This got him a punch in the face.
"OUUUCH!"
A huge black bruise instantly made itself visible on Vegeta's cheek. He clapped his hand to his face in pain, as his face danced on fire. It felt as though his eyeballs were boiling.
The beating went on for about five minutes, resulting Vegeta with cracked- up armor and a bunch of bruises on his arms and face.
* * * * *
Vegeta eventually gathered himself to his feet. Freeza had told him to go out and find a Dragonball NOW, that he'd give him another chance before he'd kill him. But Vegeta was still on ration for a month. *Ration my ass, thanks to my new hideout. * Vegeta thought. He had until twelve o clock the next day, too, and this time he'd try to succeed. He blasted off into flight to find a Dragonball.
******PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE!********
sorry this chapter was so short, and it might have been a bit boring, but it was just the introduction. Next chapter is all about Bulma. It's about her getting trapped in the very canyon that Vegeta hid his food in, and . . . what happens when Vegeta comes looking for his stash and finds that it's been eaten? Find out next chapter!
Luv, luvssaintbernards
-Luv, luvssaintbernards.
Chapter the first
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
*No, not again, there just HAS to be more to life than this! There just has to be more to life than making ONE mistake and then getting beat for it! * Vegeta thought, as he got slapped across the face so hard he went staggering back into the wall. But there was something good about this. He'd been going through it for twenty years now, twenty years of just saying the wrong thing and getting beat, or when Freeza just felt like beating him, and he was used to it.
He didn't know why he didn't defend himself from it all now that he was thirty instead of a little boy of ten, but he didn't, because he was afraid of the extraterrestrial named Freeza. Even though he didn't have a father to have to look out for anymore, he was still afraid and he didn't know why.
"I'm sorry, I'm REALLY sorry, Master Freeza . . ." Vegeta squeaked, rubbing a hand across the cheek he had been slapped in, "But I couldn't find the Dragonballs! We need to make some kind of equipment that can help us to locate them-"
"ENOUGH OF YOUR DRIBBLE! You know that you could have tried harder, and at least found one of these Earth Dragonballs! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" Freeza scolded, slapping him across the other cheek and sending it on fire.
Vegeta howled with pain. "Stop that!" He growled, losing control of his anger and temper. That had been one of his most dire mistakes as child and adult, it was that temper. One shot off at Freeza and he'd get it, sometimes getting rationed of food for a week. He clasped his hand to his cheek. "I mean . . . please . . . stop that, master." He grumbled. *Why should I be subjected to this? I'm the PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS, and I used to be admired, and now this-Oh, curse the meteor that destroyed my planet! *
Freeza was just staring at him, with a menacing glare that made Vegeta know just what would happen.
"Don't put me on ration." Vegeta growled. "DON'T, or I'll KILL you, I've had enough of this! You can't just beat the hell out of me, and let your little subjects do it! I'm the Prince, and I have my dignity!"
Freeza started to laugh at Vegeta. "You're no Prince anymore. You're the Prince of a race that has been dead for twenty years." He cackled. "And I suggest you get out there and get to work on finding those Dragonballs, or I'll put you on ration for a month! But for now, just three days without food or water. Maybe you'll learn not to speak to me that way."
Vegeta had to try extremely hard to keep himself from trying to strangle Freeza. Instead he just rubbed both of his stinging and burning cheeks. "Whatever." He grumped. He turned to walk out.
"Vegeta, If I were you I'd think long and hard about staying out ALL night to find at least a Dragonball, because if you come back to this ship with no Dragonballs by tomorrow at twelve, and I have to come looking for you, than I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life, and you won't see food or water again."
Vegeta knew that Freeza was not just stalling. Freeza had given this threat to Vegeta before, and Vegeta had not done what he was asked. It was three weeks before Freeza finally gave into Vegeta's begs for food and water.
"All right." Vegeta growled, and stomped out of the ship.
* * * * *
When he got out of the ship, he kicked the side of it. It put a rather large dent in it. "Shows what I think about YOU, Freeza." He growled. "Thinking you can order ME around!" He kicked the ship three more times and stomped a few flowers. "How DARE him, I'm tired of this. I can't just keep on living like this!" He threw himself against a tree in frustration. He buried his face in the bark, scraping up his already reddened cheeks. *I've got to put a stop to this, got to run away, got to find a better life . . . Anything but being beat. I can't die a slave, I just can't. *
He finally slumped his back against the tree and sat there, thinking about what he was going to do. From all he knew Earth was a relatively big planet, actually a HUGE planet, and it could take weeks for him to find even one Dragonball. It was slim to none that he could get just one Dragonball before dark. He was almost crying from being so frustrated.
*Al right, calm down Vegeta. Just try and if you try, then maybe you can find one. Maybe you can find someone who can tell you where a Dragonball is. * He thought to reassure himself. He slowly pulled himself to his feet shakily, and rubbed his cheeks once more. But hey, Freeza had beaten him worse that just slapping the heck out of him.
Vegeta lifted off into flight. He hoped to avoid Zarbon and Dodoria, Freeza's subjects, who beat him also. But not as much, only when Freeza asked them to, which was slim. Freeza liked to beat Vegeta all by himself.
*Okay . . . Where can I go to find a Dragonball? * Vegeta thought. His raging mind decided on a village first. He could ask the inhabitants of the village if they had seen any Dragonballs, and if they hadn't, he'd kill them. 'Twas the way a heartless saiyan lived his life: bursting through and taking no prisoners.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta finally reached a small village not far from where he had started off flying at. He landed carefully down in the Town Square and looked around for someone, ANYONE, someone to tell him about a Dragonball somewhere near here. But there was no one, no one on the streets. He knocked on a door but there was no one in the house either. He tried several other houses and got the same results.
*Where are all the people? * He thought. He whipped his head from side to side before finally deciding that they were in a human church or something. *Well, I'll just go right to that little church and demand that I'll know where a Dragonball is. * He thought. He recognized all churches as being buildings with tall pointy steeples, and he saw one sitting among the other houses and shops.
Just as Vegeta was about to bust into the church, a smell came wafting under his sensitive saiyan nose. *What . . . Is that . . . It smells so good! * Vegeta thought. Food that smelled that good . . . he hadn't smelled or tasted in a long time. Most of the food he got these days was the slop that Zarbon would give him; leftovers from what he and the others had eaten. The only times he got anything good were very rare, when he'd just destroyed a planet for Freeza, and Freeza barely asked him to do it anymore. Freeza just mainly kept Vegeta in his ship to beat him and keep him as a slave, also because he'd hated Vegeta's father, the King, with a purple passion. Even though Vegeta was now thirty and his father long dead, Freeza still hated King Vegeta.
*I shouldn't have to put myself through this. I'll just look for what smells so good. Since the people of this town are in church, I can steal whatever it is. Have something good for a change. *
He started to sniff the air like a dog might, going for whatever it was that smelled so good. His stomach growled and rolled for that wonderful scent; his mouth dripped drool almost without control.
He soon reached a small illegal selling stand in the Far West of the little town, so ending his search for the scent. Vegeta stared down at the food. Some of it looked familiar, for some of it was fruit, but the rest of it was stuff he'd never seen before in his entire life as a Saiyan. *Well, I'll steal it. * Vegeta thought. He began to look around for something that he could possibly put the fruit into. His eyes finally came across a bag.
Vegeta grabbed the bag and started to shovel the food into it, all that he could fit. *I have to hurry, I can't waste anymore time than I possibly have to doing this. I have to find at least one Dragonball. * When he had shoveled the last of the food into the bag, an even BETTER thought came across his mind. A thought that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of before.
"I shouldn't worry about Freeza's 'rationing', because I can just make myself a secret hideout! A place I can put a bunch of food and water in, and then when Freeza puts me on his rationing, I can come there and eat on one of my little errands!" Vegeta thought outloud, thinking it was such a perfect idea that he just had to say it outloud. And it was perfect, it really was. Finally no more worrying about ration. No more letting Freeza threaten him with them. Now the only thing he had to worry about was the beating Freeza inflicted on him.
* * * * * *
Vegeta found a canyon, about five miles due south of the town he'd found. The dire need to find the Dragonballs in his head was now not dire; but very little, for now he was setting up his secret hideout and everything would be okay. He hoped so, at least.
He found a small crevice in the wall of the canyon and dropped the bag down there. *Now all I need is to go and find some water. But first, I'm going to sit down and eat a little, after all, Freeza didn't allow me breakfast this morning. *
He plopped down on his ass and dug his hand into the bag, coming up with an apple and sticking the delicious red apple into his mouth. The first bite was like heaven itself. *Ha-ha-ha, Freeza, let's see you put me on ration now. * Vegeta thought. A small chuckle escaped his mouth, but that was all. When you lived the way this man did nothing was really that funny anymore. But he'd look back on this day when he was away from Freeza FINALLY, and he'd laugh on it. Laugh, and laugh, and laugh, for very soon, Vegeta was to meet the person who would turn his life around forever, until the day he died.
* * * * * * * * *
Vegeta woke up to the sun hitting his eyelids, giving him a great big wake up call. His eyes slowly peered open. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, a huge long yawn. He'd fallen asleep in the canyon next to his bag of food. An apple core lay in his lap.
*All night. I slept all night out here in this canyon. * Vegeta thought.
He stood up and stretched his back and legs. He then grabbed the bag of food and slid it behind a couple of rocks, then covered it with a little bit of dirt. It wouldn't take someone long to find the food but they'd have to search.
The word 'search' brought horrible worry and fear raining down on Vegeta's head. *Oh no! Freeza's probably searching for me right now! And judging by the sun . . . IT'S PAST TWELVE! * Vegeta's mind grew frantic thinking about what he could do about this situation. He looked back at the food that he'd hidden, and then started running through the canyon to search for a place to hide. He knew it would be much easier for Freeza to find him if he was trying to fly back somewhere, so the canyon was his best bet right now.
Vegeta crouched behind a rock. *Please, God, PLEASE, don't let anything happen to me. * He thought, gulping. But his heart sank down into his stomach when he heard someone shout this word:
"VEGETA!"
And the voice that his name was in sounded like Freeza's.
* * * * * *
Mere minutes seemed like hours as Vegeta waited fatefully behind that big rock, waiting for Freeza to throw the rock up and find him. And this wasn't exactly what happened; though very similar.
Vegeta was crouched behind the rock and shivering like a little mouse when he felt a strong hand grip his hair painfully. "Ouch!" He groaned, as the person began to drag him out by his hair, cutting his legs and arms on the rocks. "Stop that! Release me!" He shouted. "I don't care if you're Freeza, just let me go and stop it!"
Respondent to Vegeta's wishes whoever it was dropped his hair, and Vegeta's head hit the ground. When he opened his tightly closed eyes he was looking up into the face of Freeza.
"Master Freeza! I . . ." He began.
"You what? Didn't get a Dragonball?"
Vegeta sat up, and looked at the ground with anger in his eyes.
"Well, Vegeta, you don't have to rain the bad news on me because I already knew. I knew when Zarbon told me he'd spotted you sleeping, so I started looking for you. I knew you wouldn't be back by twelve. Now, you're going to pay for it." Freeza bent down and grabbed Vegeta painfully by the arm.
Vegeta winced to withstand the pain. *Just go with the flow, Vegeta, he's beaten you a thousand times before- * But Vegeta's mind didn't think so. Freeza wrenched his arm to the side, and pain radiated up the whole side of Vegeta's body. "AHHHHHHH!" He yelped. He tried to wrench his arm away from the tyrant's grasp, but he could not. "Let go of me!" He ordered.
This got him a punch in the face.
"OUUUCH!"
A huge black bruise instantly made itself visible on Vegeta's cheek. He clapped his hand to his face in pain, as his face danced on fire. It felt as though his eyeballs were boiling.
The beating went on for about five minutes, resulting Vegeta with cracked- up armor and a bunch of bruises on his arms and face.
* * * * *
Vegeta eventually gathered himself to his feet. Freeza had told him to go out and find a Dragonball NOW, that he'd give him another chance before he'd kill him. But Vegeta was still on ration for a month. *Ration my ass, thanks to my new hideout. * Vegeta thought. He had until twelve o clock the next day, too, and this time he'd try to succeed. He blasted off into flight to find a Dragonball.
******PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE!********
sorry this chapter was so short, and it might have been a bit boring, but it was just the introduction. Next chapter is all about Bulma. It's about her getting trapped in the very canyon that Vegeta hid his food in, and . . . what happens when Vegeta comes looking for his stash and finds that it's been eaten? Find out next chapter!
Luv, luvssaintbernards