Chapter 1: Future Undone
It was a gorgeous day in West City. The sun's bright rays flooded through the windows of Capsule Corp and the sweet melody of birds singing filled the air. It would have been the perfect day Bulma concluded had her best friend, Goku, been alive and evil androids hadn't been wrecking havoc on the Earth. Civilizations, cultures, and cities had become extinct at the hands of the unrelenting machines.
"Nine tenths of the population of earth was murdered in cold blood and the dragon balls have vanished along with Piccolo. We're helpless against the androids and now were unable to revive all the innocent people they killed. Darn that Dr. Gero, first assisting the Red Ribbon Army and now creating these abominations. I hope his very soul burns in underworld for eternity!" she thought to herself.
She started rocking her baby back and forth in her arms, visibly overwhelmed.
"Oh Trunks, what are we going to do," she whispered and then sighed.
The infant noticing her distress began bawling and sobbing.
Bulma, hating to see her baby upset proclaimed in a soothing tone, "There, there Trunks it's going to be okay. Your daddy is training hard to destroy those big, bad androids."
She then proceeded to wipe the tears from her son's eyes. Trunks looked into his mothers sky blue eyes, searching for a sign of deception. Finding none a large smile broke out on his face and he began to giggle. Seeing her son content, even in times of darkness, made Bulma smile too. The mood was suddenly ruined though when a short man with spiky hair and a deep scowl on his face entered the room. His spandex suit was ripped and covered in mounds of sweat. He had a look on his face of pure disgust as he surveyed the room and snorted. He was about to comment on how pathetic that display of emotions was when a large growl emitted from his stomach. This reminded him of his goal in the first place. Only his need for a meal could force him to postpone his intense training sessions.
He shot the mother of his child a death glare. "Blast it woman, you find time to cuddle the infant but not to cook me dinner. I am the prince of all sayains and I demand food!" he exclaimed in his deep, gruff voice.
Bulma gently placed Trunks in his high seat and stormed over to the fridge. She opened the freezer, grabbed a frozen dinner, and tossed it to the commanding sayain.
Vegeta easily caught the sailing projectile in his gloved hand; he then proceeded to thoroughly examine his meal. After rotating it and glancing at it from multiple angles his eyebrows narrowed. A snarl came from his throat as a clear indication he found dinner unacceptable. He shot the food a distasteful look and turned his attention back to Bulma.
He screamed, "What the hell is this supposed to be?"
"It's a frozen dinner Vegeta, something you can make yourself," said Bulma.
"There is no way I'm going to eat this piece of crap. I'd rather starve then stoop to eating garbage. Fuck, I've seen shit more appetizing than this," Vegeta declared with a clear hint of anger.
"Fine," she replied nonchalantly, "see if I care if you starve. I am not going to cook you a meal every time you demand it. You'll have to learn to cook sometime so why not start now?"
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose, this woman was royally pissing him off. He locked his obsidian eyes with her blue ones and the duo began an intense stare down. Electricity seemingly, was sparking around their gazes. Neither adult was backing down.
"Hey Vegeta, would you enjoy sleeping on the couch?" Bulma asked the short man.
Vegeta mumbled under his breath, "Oh hell no, not again!"
Still grumbling about his defeat he strode over to the microwave to cook his "dinner". There was rage in his eyes as he waited for his dinner to finish. After a few minutes there was a beep and the famished sayain snatched his supper from the microwave. Then, he sauntered over to a chair, sat down, and placed his steaming meal on the table. The prince, deciding not to use any utensils, dug into the frozen dinner caveman style. It was silent as Vegeta wolfed down his meal, his hands moving so fast they were a blur. Bulma stood up and placed Trunks back in her motherly embrace.
She whispered to the baby, "I sure hope you wouldn't eat like that."
With his sensitive sayain hearing he picked up on the insult but decided to ignore it. Besides he had to think of new ways to irritate the demon woman. Perhaps she would enjoy dangling upside down one-hundred feet in the air? His absurd thought made him chuckle causing him to gag on his mouthful of food. Bulma snickered and covered her mouth to suppress the barrage of laughs close to escaping her lips.
"Revenge will be sweet!" thought an extremely embarrassed and angry Vegeta.
After he finished his dinner he stood up and deposited his trash into the garbage can. Vegeta gave his family one last hard glance before exiting the kitchen. After turning the corner he began strutting down the bland hallway when he began to think.
"I have to continue to train to surpass that third class clown, Kakkarot! I'm the strongest in the world and compound that to the fact that I am an elite class warrior. No one should stand a chance against me, much less defeat me. Especially not some pathetic moron who doesn't know how to count to twenty yet." Vegeta thought to himself.
Then he recalled the heart virus that plagued his greatest adversary and killed him. Arriving at the door, Vegeta grabbed and pulled it open with such force the door flew off its hinges. His minute frame shuttered as he descended the cement stairs onto the green blazes of grass. His dark aggressive mood raised his energy, stirring up a gust. The oaks around Capsule Corp and the lawn began swaying in the wind.
"No longer will I have the chance to defeat Kakkarot, regain my pride, and prove once and for all I'm the strongest in the universe. DAMN IT KAKKAROT!" Vegeta mentally cried out.
This angered the temperamental sayain and threw him into a fit of madness. Vegeta launched himself off the stairs and flew at a break neck pace to the gravity room. Angrily, prince Vegeta landed at the entrance of his beloved training center.
Looking up into the heavens Vegeta whispered, "I should have been the one to defeat you, not some stupid virus."
Shaking his head and taking a deep breath Vegeta regained control of his emotions. Gradually his chest began to rise at a more natural pace. His breathing slowed and his eyebrows rose slightly. Relatively relaxed the prince grabbed the door's metal handle and swung it open. Suddenly he heard an explosion off in the distance. Vegeta's head swiveled in the direction of Capsule Corp and saw the east wall collapse. He released his hold on the door and it slammed shut behind him. "Whoosh!" the door cried as it sealed off the room it was guarding. Whoosh, just like that Vegeta's chance at a family life may have closed forever.
"Darn it! How could I have been so careless with those bastards roaming around? If they touched one hair on their heads I'll turn them to scrap metal and send them to the junkyard!" He hollered out in anguish and sprinted back towards the house.
Using his telepathic capabilities Vegeta contacted Bulma. "Woman are you and the child alright?" questioned Vegeta, who was trying not to lose his cool composure.
Bulma's voice wavered as she answered. "Yes, were fine but the androids are attacking our house. They're threatening to obliterate our home unless you make an appearance."
Vegeta had a tremendous amount of experience dealing with dire situations. After all he had led a squadron of aliens in Frieza's corrupt army. The most important rule is to avoid a state of hysteria. "Woman," he commanded, "you and the boy take a capsule-jet to East City. You should be safe there. After I defeat these pathetic bots I'll rendezvous with you there."
"Okay Vegeta, just be careful and stay alive. I..I love you!" wept Bulma.
"Will do," grunted Vegeta in a monotone.
He ended his conversation with her and reached his destination. When he arrived, the house was dismantled and basically beyond recognition. The front and east premises of the cozy little home were completely trashed. The roof was in pieces and the few remaining intact parts were slowly breaking off and dropping. Vegeta suspected it was only a matter of time until the structure collapsed. He began surveying the sky searching for the home wreckers. His honed battle skills detected two large ki blasts headed straight for him. He sprung into the air, narrowly dodging the blasts. Staring downward Vegeta watched as the blasts created indents in the planet. On full alert now he rotated his head to the left then right when out of the corner of his eye he saw his attackers.
One was a young teenage boy with long black hair and earrings that gleamed in the sun. He had a red bandana wrapped around his neck and cold, calculating eyes. The other one was his blond twin sister who wore a denim jacket and a blue skirt. Her blue eyes seemed to stare into the very depths of your soul and her smirk was pure evil.
"Stupid androids, I'll end your miserable existence," yelled Vegeta to the snickering teens. Using his ki he propelled himself higher into the sky.
"Hopefully this will buy them some time," he thought to himself.
"Hey sis looks like we got the prince upset. Guess he doesn't like it when we blow up his castle, if you can call it that," observed Android 17, who found the situation quite amusing. Then he brushed back a strand of misplaced black hair behind his ear.
Letting out a chuckle the beautiful Android 18 told her twin "Still, even if he's mad that doesn't give him the right to threaten us. We better teach this ignorant sayain some manners."
The pair flew at the sayain at incredible speed. Vegeta, quite surprised at their momentum, stopped allowing Android 17 to gain the upper hand with a head butt to the stomach. In excruciating pain the sayain spat out blood onto the androids shirt.
"Damn, now I'll have to stain wash my shirt and that's a hassle, " said a smirking 17.
The female half-robot phased behind him and elbowed the pure sayain in the back of his neck. He shouted some choice words and his middle finger haphazardly shot up.
18, with lightning speed, floated in the opposite direction of her enemy.
Android 18 stated, "He's yours 17. I just bought these clothes and I refuse to ruin them already."
Her twin nodded in understanding and with a quick motion Vegeta was punched in the jaw. With the same impressive speed he kneed him in the gut three times. Using his pointer finger he raised Vegeta's face to eye level and slapped him. Android 17 then raised his hand again and backed handed him. He repeated this process until bruises and cuts appeared on the prince's cheeks. The android then firmly grasped the sayain's leg in his hands. 17 began spinning around rapidly and then hurled his victim through the west wall of Capsule Corp. Satisfied he then landed on the lawn and turned towards his sister.
"18 it's your turn, I tire of fighting such a weakling. If you beat him we'll go shopping at the mall," said Android 17 with boredom evident in his voice.
Pushing off the rubble and wreckage pinning him to the ground Vegeta jumped to his feet. Irritated beyond belief the angry prince began raising his ki.
"I will not be defeated by cyborgs," Vegeta cried out, still raising his energy.
Android 18 waited with a bored expression on her face. She thought to herself, "I wonder what he's doing back there? He isn't dead already is he?"
Vegeta meanwhile had become surrounded in golden aura. His widows peak had become blond and his eyes were clover green; the already permanent scowl chiseled on his face had deepened. He then hopped over the crumbling building and landed in front of Android 17. With renewed vigor Vegeta let out a war cry that would have made his sayain ancestors proud. The extreme noise snapped 17 out of his trance to see Vegeta in his Super Sayain state.
"You ready to die boy?" Vegeta asked the android in front of him.
Android 17 laughed and pointed at the young female in the air. "Your fights with her now, not me."
"Whatever, as soon as she reduced to shreds your next!" boasted Vegeta as he bolted into the sky.
He stopped inches away from her and his jovial mood returned to him. This brawl was going to be too simple. They nodded as a silent agreement to begin the fight. Both fighters lunged at each other and drew back their fists. Android 18 gave a hook to Vegeta's swollen cheek and the almighty prince jabbed 18 in the gut. The prince went on the offense constantly firing punches and a few kicks. His opponent simply dodged the blows which infuriated the sayain. Irritated the prince quickened the pace of his attacks. Not expecting that Android 18 was pummeled, receiving fist after fist to the face. Then he delivered a powerful kick to her shin. Still humiliated he fired ki blasts at his enemy until he saw Android 18 fall out of the cloudless sky. Exhausted the sayain landed, doubled over and breathing heavy.
"Take that android!" panted Vegeta
A strong breeze began blowing clearing the smoke created by his energy blasts. The prince of all sayains began laughing expecting to see a fallen android. His laughter was cut short when he heard a woman chuckling. There stood 18 without a scratch on her perfect body.
"Nice try Vegeta," Android 18 said sarcastically, "But I'm done with our little game, toying with you has became quite tedious." She let out a humongous yawn to emphasize her point.
"Toying with me? Toying with me?" Vegeta yelled, utterly pissed.
He then began gathering energy into the palms of his hands. Vegeta located Android 17 in the distance, about two meters away from his sibling.
"Time to end this nightmare for good. Bulma and Trunks I give my life so you can live in peace. See you soon Kakkarot," he thought to himself.
"Time to go to hell monsters. GALICK GUN!" the prince screamed at the top of his lungs.
A pink light soon engulfed the area. The entire ground was shaking and the beam hit both androids. As the attack swallowed them up the twins had a look of pure horror etched on their faces. Wanting to make sure not a fiber of their being survived Vegeta poured more energy into his Galick Gun. Using his maximum power however eventually drained him of all his ki. Feeling completely exhausted his hands dropped to his sides and he bent over, breathing heavily.
"Ha ha ha, hope you reminisce about that in hell s..stupid an..droi...ds," Vegeta mumbled.
Unable to hold himself up anymore he blacked out and then collapsed. An audible thud was heard as he collided with the terrain.
Sinister laughter was soon heard from under the mass of smoke surrounding the devils.
Android 17 walked over to his sister and draped his arm over her shoulder.
"Poor, arrogant monkey gave his life in vain and all he accomplished was ripping our clothes. Well, better give him a proper burial," 17 stated to his twin.
He ascended into the sky. The android forcefully threw his hand out and fired his signature attack.
Android 17 yelled, "Photon Flash."
His attack flew from his hand directly hitting the sayain's body. Upon impact it detonated creating a blinding flash. When the light faded a large crater was visible.
"How many points is that worth?" asked 17 with a grin.
"I'll give you twenty points. Now let's destroy the rest of West City and have some more fun," said 18 with a grin identical to Android 17's.
Both the androids blasted off leaving Vegeta, the mighty prince of the sayains, dead in a ditch.
-Bulma's Point of View-
After ending her telepathic communications with her significant other a sobbing Bulma sprang into action. Pushing away the debris crowding her she crept out from behind an overturned table and clutched her baby close to her chest. She had tipped the table on its side and used it as a barrier to protect her and young Trunks from the explosions. The young scientist then rushed to her workroom desk, carefully avoiding the disarray of her living quarters. Bulma began ransacking her cluttered desk desperately trying to locate her capsule case.
"Of all the times to have an unorganized desk!" she mentally screamed.
Frustrated, she propped her son higher onto her shoulder and began tossing research papers and experiments on the floor.
"Where is it? Where is is it?" cried a flustered Bulma.
As luck would have it she found the capsules under her research for a car suited for all terrain. She threw the papers aside and grabbed the capsule briefcase in her right hand.
"Yes!" exclaimed a very ecstatic Bulma who ran to the back entrance of the complex.
Bulma found the door completely blocked off by stone structures from the crumbling roof. The scientist let out a string of inappropriate curses that would have made Vegeta proud. She then noticed a very thin narrow window near the door.
The beauty thought to herself, "Well, it's our only option. Either that or running through the front door into their battle."
With haste she hurled the capsule container out the window. A high pitched noise was created as the glass shattered.
"Here goes nothing," whispered Bulma to a smiling Trunks. Returning his smile she gripped the six-month year old with both arms as she dived through her escape route. Glass shards pierced and slashed her delicate skin but she could care less. All that mattered to her was getting Trunks to safety. Shifting her son back onto her left shoulder she knelt down and began fiddling with the latch on the case. It required some time and patience, both which she was lacking, but she eventually succeeded in opening it. Her prize was rows upon rows of capsule that were every color of the rainbow. Glancing around the case she quickly discovered where the T15-E capsule resided. With one fluent motion of the hand she snatched the capsule and activated it. She tossed it to the lawn and a minute gray capsule-jet with blood red stripes running down the wings appeared. Bulma stole one last glance at her home, where not too far away an epic battle was occurring between the sayain prince and the androids. Bulma hoped against hope that her Vegeta would return back to her safely. Snapping out of her thoughts she hurriedly grabbed her capsule case and entered the driver's seat of the plane. Baby Trunks was placed on her thigh as she wrapped the seat belt over the both of them. The key was already in the ignition so she turned it and the engine roared to life. Pressing the pedal and pulling down the controls the jet leapt into the sky. Letting out a long sigh Bulma then examined the crisis they were in and wondered how it could get any worse. Soon her mind began to wander to the past adventures she had with Goku. She had Son traveling with her then but now she was all alone with no one to shield her from evil. Sighing again she glanced down and noticed Trunks sleeping. He looked so peaceful and relaxed; all her burdens suddenly were lifted.
"Poor little guy, he must be exhausted from this stressful day." Bulma pointed out to herself.
Bulma decided for the sake of her son to make a plan. She would go to her parent's house and drop off Trunks there. Then she would return to Capsule Corp and begin to repair the damage done and hopefully see Vegeta.
As time progressed and the sun began to set the millionaire realized how exhausted she was. When Bulma arrived at her parent's residence she would have to sleep, she concluded. Tomorrow she would carry out her course of action.
Some time later she arrived at her parent's house. Yawning she ascended the stairs and banged on the door.
"One minute!" exclaimed a cheery female voice. The door swing wide open revealing Pansy, Bulma's bubbly blonde mom.
"Oh hi dear! What a pleasant surprise!" said the happy-go-lucky cook.
"Hey Mom, could you watch Trunk for a little bit? I'm really tired and could use some rest," replied a sleepy Bulma.
"Of course dear you go right upstairs and lay down. I'll watch after my favorite little man," said Bunny as she rubbed her face against Trunks' belly. He giggled in delight.
Bulma told her mother, "Thanks I really appreciate it."
She sluggishly walked to the stairwell and began climbing the stairs. Seeing a master bedroom to her left she headed towards it. When she was at the bed she collapsed on it. With hardly any energy left Bulma pulled up the covers and placed her head on the pillow. Her last thoughts before she drifted off into dream world were of Vegeta.
"Vegeta come home soon!"