Hey! I'm trying my hand at my second DragonBall Z fic! I took my first one off, and when it is completed I might put it back on. But I have put that one off to the side, and I started this one. I personally like this one better so far. Okay, here the deal. I WILL allow constructive criticism! But I will not tolerate flames. Please! No flaming! Just tell me what needs to be improved NICELY. Okay now that that's out of the way, here's what the story is about. Haha! Actually I can't tell you! Or I'll give it away! So…u must read! And review! To tell me how much you LOVE my fic. Just kidding! Anyway…yea, that's bout it. I'm going to stop raving and let you read! Lucky you! Naahh...I'm just kidding again, I don't think it's that good. Haha. Okay, well enjoy!
Disclaimer: I will not be posting this on every chapter that I write, so here is your first and last chance to see it! I DO NOT own DragonBall Z or any of its characters, plot, theme, etc.
Chapter 1: Summoned…and Wishes?
He awoke in a heavy sweat. He had been having these same dreams for a few weeks now. Vegeta thought that they had ended years ago, around the time that Trunks was two years old. Now they were coming back. He dreamt of reliving the horrific moments when his people and planet were destroyed. Seeing his sister raped and beaten to death, along with his Mother. His father mouthing out the last few words of his life…"I'm proud of you my son"…Vegeta had been overjoyed to hear those words. His Father had never said something like that to him. Never in his sixteen years of age had he ever hinted towards the fact that he was proud of his only son. The heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei.
But the joy had been swept away moments later when his Father was shot through the heart. And he had to watch. He remembered screaming and throwing himself at the white alien, yelling obscenities and threats at him, before he had been flung back against the wall. That's when the monster obliterated his home planet, and made the young Prince observe. Vegeta screamed and had run up to the glass pounding on it, sobbing for his people, his planet. If the Lord of Ice hadn't pulled him back and smashed his face in, he would have cracked in into a hundred pieces, which would have killed them all, because space would not let them breathe. That was all he had remembered. He woke up, one month later, still woozy from exiting the regeneration tank. The doctor had put it as kindly has he could have that Frieza had beaten him the worst he had ever had up until that point.
It had all gone down hill from there. Vegeta was taught to live for one sole purpose. To serve the tyrant. Frieza had made his life an existing hell. Not that his life hadn't been a living hell before that, but he made it almost insufferable. The only thing that had kept him alive was his pledge to avenge his people. Every time that Frieza beat him he got stronger. And he trained. He trained like nothing else mattered. He would train for day's non-stop. Never taking a break, never sleeping, he would train until he passed out from fatigue or his body was too broken to carry on.
Out of everything that he dreamed, his voice haunted him the most. Telling him was useless, would never grow strong, and was just another one of his play things to be broken. Taunting him, hurting him, whispering things to him that he was not meant to hear. Abusing his body over and over again, making him a blood thirsty animal out for revenge. His voice would never leave him.
Every once and awhile whereas he and Kakkarot would spar, a faint gust of wind would make him jump. Remembering how the monsters hot breathe blew across the back of his neck, making the hair bristle. He would usually end up being thrown into a mountain because he had been too foolish to pay attention. But you try thinking straight when the voice of the man who plagued you during the years of your childhood and early adulthood followed you where ever you go. Go ahead. Try it.
He raised a hand to his forehead and wiped the sweat off his face. He looked at his hand. It was shaking. He hadn't noticed until that point. His whole body was trembling. He kicked the covers off and heard someone moan.
His eyes traveled to his left to the sleeping form of his mate, her long blue hair flowing down her back. Vegeta saw that she was shivering and pulled the covers back over still form and lay down beside her.
Looping his arm around her he pulled her against his chest and buried his head in her hair. He would worry about the dream later. He lightly kissed the back of her neck and fell back to sleep…
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Goku shot out of bed into a sitting position. "Something," he paused. "Something's not right," he murmured quietly. He carefully lifted himself out of bed trying not to wake his mate, who was slumbering soundly. He quickly changed into his fighting gi and ran outside.
"Shit…"
Looking up into the sky he saw the sun coming up over the hilltops. He had taken a quick look at the clock before he had ran outside. It had been 6:49. "It shouldn't be this dark out," he whispered. Then it came to him. "The Dragon! Someone has summoned Shenron!" He quickly put his two fingers to his head and searched for the distant ki of his best friend. He disappeared not two seconds later, leaving the woods of Mt. Pazoua silent…
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And he reappeared in the bedroom of The Saiyan-jin Prince.
Vegeta's eyes shot opened as he sensed the familiar Ki in his bedroom, with his mate exposed inside it. He snarled and pulled the covers over Bulma who was still sleeping not having been awakened by her infuriated husband.
"Kakkarot! What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom!" he hissed as quietly has he could without awakening his mate.
"Vegeta. Something serious has happened." He said urgently.
'What? Your food ran out, so you're coming here to eat US out food?" He snorted. "Get the hell out of my house. I should kill you for entering without my consent Kakkarot."
"Vegeta! Someone has summoned the Dragon! Get the hell out of bed and stop doing whatever you were doing with Bulma and help me! Whoever it is can't make a wish!" he commanded crossly.
Bulma who had awoken from the outburst was sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her. "Goku! What are you doing here!?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed when hearing the obvious reference to what he and his mate had been doing earlier that night, but then widened quite a bit when Goku mentioned the Dragon and shot out of bed and pulled his clothes on faster than lightening. "Let's go Kakkarot! And pull your eyes away from my mate before I pull them out for you instead!"
"Vegeta! Calm down he was just talking with me!" yelled Bulma in both her and Goku's defense, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sorry Bulma got to go! Be back for breakfast! See you later!" he shouted after shooting out the window which his companion had opened and jumped through already.
"W-wait! What's going on! A-And who said I was making you breakfast Son Goku?!" No matter how loud Bulma yelled, they didn't hear her, for they were miles away already.
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"Can you feel who it is Vegeta?" questioned Goku as they were racing towards the energy signal of the Dragon.
"No, the Dragon is blocking who's ever ki it is. The energy waves are always mixed up when the Dragon is summoned Kakkarot. You should know that you imbecile. Why do you think it lightening and rains EVERY single time the damn Dragon has risen?" he asked nastily.
Goku scratched his head, and flew through a cloud. After coming out through the other side he was still scratching his head trying to think of an answer. "Well, I don't know, I guess I never though about it."
"Of course you wouldn't think of it you idiot," Vegeta mumbled.
"What did you say Vegeta?"
"I said shut the fuck up Kakkarot, and fly faster."
"Okay Vegeta. Sure thing." He sped up, leaving Vegeta way behind.
Vegeta blinked for a few seconds before realizing what happened. He made an annoyed cry and shot off after him.
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Bulma walked down the hall to Trunk's room. She had just taken a quick shower and changed into some shorts and a tee-shirt. She had figured out that the Dragon had been summoned. She could always tell. Her years of DragonBall hunting had proven that. She had raised the Dragon how many times? Four? It didn't matter.
She opened the door, and peeked inside. It was still pretty early in the morning but she wanted to get Trunks up, incase something was really wrong. 'Maybe it's just a false alarm,' she thought hopefully. It was 7:03 right now. She was happy that Vegeta had decided to stay in bed than go and train. He did that a lot lately. I mean, stay in bed past five. For the past few years he would be up at the crack of dawn and would immediately take a shower and then train. At eight o clock when Bulma would come down to make breakfast he would be sitting there all hot and bothered, waiting to be served. It had been an endless cycle. But for the past few months he had been staying with her well past eight. Sometimes until ten. She was usually awake and just lied there, letting him sleep.
It was good that he slept. 'He's needed it,' she thought. Training for practically the whole day for years would have to put some type of strain on your body. She flushed. Plus he didn't get that much sleep at night either. It was very rare that she actually saw him sleeping. He would fall asleep after her and be gone when she woke up. She sighed.
He was also a very light sleeper. He had relaxed over the years, but being in Frieza's army had done something to him. Well it had done a lot of things to him, but it made him overly cautious. How was he to know if someone was going to come up behind him in his sleep and kill him? Plus, he was never a really deep sleeper who slept the whole night through. He had dreams, no correction, nightmares, almost every night. Some were not has bad as others, and it had lessened up in the past few years. When Trunks was about two years old that's when things started calming down. But he still had them once and awhile. He would either wake up sweating and pull her closer and try and fall back asleep or he would start screaming and thrashing. Bulma had to wake him up and calm him down. Sometimes they were so bad that he would wake up sobbing and yelling, screaming for his people, his mother, his father, his planet.
She grimaced. 'Damn you Frieze!' she screamed in her head. She wished that Frieza had never existed, never tormented her Vegeta. 'But…' she thought, 'would I have ever met Vegeta if Frieza did not exist?' Sometimes she didn't know whether or not to curse Frieza to Hell or say thank you a thousand times. Maybe she could do both.
She pushed the thought away into the back of her mind. She would think about those types of things later. Right now, she had more pressing matters to attend to. "Trunks wake up," she whispered into the dark room. She sighed when she received no answer. His sleeping habits had not been something he had inherited from his father. Trunks was such a deep sleeper that sometimes he would give her a heart attack thinking that he was dead when he wouldn't wake up. Vegeta usually had to drag him out of bed. She chuckled a little at the memory of Vegeta pulling his son from his bed and dragging him down the steps…HARD…and the boy slept right through it.
She stumbled over to the bed trying not to trip or stub her toe in the messy room. 'Jesus, you would think that he would listen to me when I tell him that if he doesn't clean his room I'm sending him to the Gravity Room for an appointment with his Father,' she thought irritated.
"SHIT! That fucking hurt," she mumbled after hitting her toe on his play station 2. 'Damn game system. Maybe I should threaten to take away that piece of crap AND send him to his Father,' she mused.
Tiring of her walk through the massive room she took a deep breath. "Trunks Vegeta Briefs! You get your butt out of that bed this instant!!!' She made her way over to the light switch and flicked it on. The room was suddenly filled with a blinding light. After a few seconds of her pupils adjusting to the light she looked at the bed, and then the open window, and she suddenly felt the cold breeze blowing into the room, filling it with a feeling of a clear spring morning. Although looking outside you would think totally different. It was pouring and the thunder was deafening.
"Trunks!!!" She ran out of the room, not caring what she tripped on, and raced to the kitchen. She picked the phone up and dialed the Sons number.
"Dammit!!! Somebody pick up the damn fucking phone!!!" she screamed after the eighth ring. On the next ring Chi-Chi picked up.
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"M-moshi," she yawned, "moshi. Son's residence. Who may I ask is calli—." She was cut off by a desperate voice.
"Chi-Chi! It's me Bulma!! Please! Is Trunks there?!"
'Trunks….?' Thought Chi-Chi. She spoke. "Trunks? Why would Trunks be here? It's," she looked at the clock, "7:05 in the morning. A Saturday morning none-the-less. Now, I know that Trunks comes over early some days, but not this early."
She heard what sounded like someone taking a deep breath and then heard, "Chi-Chi, please, can you go and check and see if Goten is in his room? As quickly as you can?"
"Bulma! What's going on!" she yelled, becoming frightened.
"Please Chi, will you just go check?"
"Hai! Hold on!"
Chi-chi put the phone on the table and ran up the stairs to her youngest son's bedroom. She flung open the door, and ran in. "Goten!!!"
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"Bulma!!! What's going on!!!?" Chi-chi yelled from the phone.
"Please Chi, will you just go check?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Hai! Hold on!"
She heard the phone be put down and Chi-Chi run up the stairs. She started tapping her foot, impatiently. She swore…'If…I am going to Kill you Trunks. You'll have to face me instead of your Father," she thought angrily.
"Goten!!!"
Bulma held the phone away from her ear, just knowing what was going to happen next…
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"Bulma! Goten isn't here! He's gone!" shouted a frantic Chi-Chi.
"Dammit! Chi-Chi, someone has summoned the Dragon!"
Chi-Chi paused for a second to let that statement sink in. 'My son is missing, Trunks is missing, the Dragon has been summoned, put those things together…and…'
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"TRUNKS VEGETA BRIEFS! YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
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"SON GOTEN! YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!"
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Vegeta and Goku were still heading towards the Dragon when Vegeta felt Bulma enter his mind.
~ Vegeta! Trunks and Goten! They've summoned Shenron! You have to fly quicker Dammit! Do not let them make a wish! We might need those wishes in the future! Stop them! ~
~ Woman! Calm down! ~ He shot back mentally.
~ GO! ~
Vegeta grabbed his head, the ringing of her shrill voice still reverberating throughout his skull. ~Dammit Woman! Must you yell so damn loud?! ~
~ Just go Vegeta! ~
"Come on Kakkarot! Trunks and Goten are the ones who have brought Shenron forth," he growled, speeding ahead.
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So! How did you think of my first chapter? Was it really bad? Or okay? Review!!! The next chapter will be out pretty soon. I'm done typing it; I just need to check it. Oh yea! I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, and I hope the storyline isn't confusing. You need to tell me what you think so I can fix it! Next chapter: What the Hell?