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CHAPTER 1- If I could turn back Time
After moments of silence, Shenron spoke up agian. ''Your wish has been granted. Farewell.''
Suddenly everything went black before his eyes. It had worked! He opened his eyes again to find himself sitting. He looked around and recognized his surroundings immediatly. ''Prince Vegeta, wake up. Landing in T- five minutes.''
This just has to work.. He thought as his space pod crushed into the planet's surface.
As he set foot on Namekian ground again, he almost felt like coming home. It was nothing like Vegeta-seji or Earth but it was the place he had met his mate and in a twisted way, he was thankful of everything that happened on this green planet. This was his only chance to make things different and he would make it count! He closed his pod and took a moment to memorize this place again before it was time to start the action.
He felt the energy of Frieza and his men on about the other side of the planet. Krillin, Gohan and the woman's were relatively close by. Although it was hard to resist his urge to see her alive and well, he had decided not to interfere with the actuall 'plot' too much. He would let Kakkerot win, otherwise he would never end up on Earth. It was hard to let him have the privilege of killing Fireza agian, however, he had been the stronger one between them two back then. He would not interfere in this fight and he would not use any wishes himself. It was hard at some point to act like the weakling he had been back then, but he had to be sent to Earth with the others.
So the prince would only help the humans to gather the Dragonballs and start from there on. It was tough to think of his next step hence he had not thought this through actually. He had only wished for time to be set back to the day he arrived on Namek and everything began. Only he could remember everything. That may have been selfish, but he had never claimed to be a saint. But now, he would need a plan. He had to be at least a little mean or else they would suspect him of trying to fool or kill them and everything would go to waste! He had to be nice and cruel at the same time, that would be hard, indeed.
Vegeta needed to remember what he had done first when he landed on this planet. Of course, Cui. Then I went to that village and killed all the inhabitants to get the Dragonball they posessed. He nodded to himself. So waiting it is, then. The prince sat down beside the crater his pod had created to wait for the alien. He didn't even need to wait full five minutes before Cui's space ship landed about six miles away from him.
''There you are.'' He heard suddenly and remembered that he wore a scouter at that time to be able to hear Frieza's conversations if needed. ''Hello Vegeta, do you read me? Fair warning, I'm coming for you and bringing a little message from Lord Frieza.'' Snickered Cui through the scouter.
A smirk appeared on the Saiyan's lips. He had travelled back in time, indeed. Although he did not want to kill unnecessarily, he had killed Cui befor on this day, so he would have to. And he would relish the seconds it would take. This purple maggot was and had been a thorn in his eye since the day they met as children.
''So you have been following me after all, now have you Cui? Well I have a message you can take for Frieza. His days are numbered, as are yours.'' He chuckled inwardly. How come he felt like deja-vu? He asked himself sarcastically. As he heard the hissing wind through the scouter.
''Take a good look at your scouter. My power level is way higher that yours.'' The purple soldier said mockingly. Then he was already in sight, approaching relatively fast. ''You arrogant Saiyan, it's about time someone put you into place.'' He said angry, as if the prince had offended him by his sheer presence.
''Took him long enough.'' The young warrior mumbled as the purple purger landed fifty feet away.
''So nice to see you Vegeta. You have no idea how much I looked forward to this.''
''Well, Cui I must say, it will be nice to kill you a second time.'' He said smugly.
''What are you- '' And he was no more. '' I have no time to fight you, you moron. I'm here to find my woman, after all.'' Chuckling at his own private, painful joke, he sat down under a tree to meditate about the happenings on Namek seven years ago.
The fights, the never ending days of Namek, the arrival of Kakkerot. He saw his own death again and her. Standing behind Krillin, trembling with fear, but never trying to run or hide. He remembered that he had never seen a more beautiful woman, but at that time he didn't give a shit about women. It wasn't like he was a virgin, but it didn't make much difference how they looked like. He had killed all of them afterwards, anyway. They had always been the first on the purging mission. Young women who thought he was a handsome traveller. But she had been different; he had never been able to only raise a hand agianst her as she insulted him. His threats of killing her had always been empty, and yet, he had killed her. This life is gone, fool. This time, she will be happy.He reassured himself.
Vegeta stood up, after some hours to go to his supposed destination as he had decided what and how he would approach the Earthlings and inhabitants of the planet. His next destination was easy to find: Frieza.
Running as fast as he could without rising his ki, he approached the village. Frieza was currently threatening the kids of the village. Behind him stood Zarbon and Dodoria as well as several other henchmen. He stayed hidden, watching the gruesome display that his former master called 'fun'. Minutes later, he saw Gohan and Krillin flying off with a child they had just rescued from the lizard, Dodoria following them. He decided to walk off slowly and unnoticed and follow later Dodoria's signal when he would fly back.
And he did. As soon as it seemed safe to follow the fat pink bubble unnoticed, he set off. Even though the wise Elder of the extinct village had destroyed all the invadors' scouters didn't mean they were blind. As soon as he saw the left hand of Frieza fly back to the others, he smashed him in the back, letting him fall into a lake.
Only seconds afterwards, the big alien climbed out of the water while looking around hurriedly to find his attacker. The far stronger prince landed a few feet before Dodoria, a cruel smile gracing his features.
''Why you littly, monkey.'' He spat out irritatet, still coughing up water.
Vegeta's smile only widened as he remembered killing Dodoria. This time, he would not allow this pink clown to live long enough to get the best of him. He would make it quick, though not painless, he decided.
''It's been a long time, Dodoria. How are you?'' He asked in a mocking tone.
Immediatly, his opposite got into a fighting stance. ''It's about time I teach you some respect.'' With that said, he charged at the younger warrior, only to be lying on the ground with a brocken ribcage and a brocken leg, a second later.
''My, Dodoria, did you not know that it's not very smart to attack a far stronger opponent head on? Well, it seemes you didn't.'' He added with a smirk before throwing his pink scouter on the ground and smashing it like a common spider with his foot.
''You.. fool! What have.. you done?! That scou..ter was the.. last one on.. the whole ..planet!''
The prince started to chuckle. ''I know. But I for one, do not need such a thing.'' His face turned dead serious as he stretched his arm in his helpless opponent's direction. ''Goodbye Dodoria, I'll meet you in Hell.''
He supposed a day and maybe a little more had passed since his landing. He didn't know how much time had passed the last time, but he knew he had a little time left. After all, his fight with the pink alien had originally lasted longer. So he could afford to go and hunt a little snack. He wouldn't dare to change something if it was not absolutely necessary. He would not go earlier to the Namekian village before at least another thirty minutes passed.
But this time, I need to gain their trust. He thought as he flew off in the direction he thought was the right one, a smug smirk on his face. This time nobody would die! He needed these Namekians.
Some time later, Vegeta landed in the middle of the small village he had 'been given' the Dragonball all those years ago. Some of the green villagers were gardening while others, mainly older Nemekians were apparently teaching their children. As they caught sight of the Saiyan in their midst, everyone stopped to look at him suspiciously.
''Which one of you is the Elder of this village?'' He asked for everyone to hear.
The Elder took a few steps forward, his face calm as he had awaited him. A child that stood nearest to Vegeta ran to the Elder to hide behind his back. The Saiyan chuckled inwardly, How foolish I have been last time.
''I am the Elder.''
He nodded his head in respect befor reffering to the old alien directly. ''Hello, Elder. I assume you know why I am here. Before you deny me what I seek or tell me you do not know what I am talking about, let me tell you that I swear on my honour that I will kill none of your brothers. I only want the Ball and I'll be gone again.'' He said in his nonchalant voice.
''I must know, what use do have for the Dragonball?''
''That is none of your business, old man. But it is not for me. I am asking for it but for far more good people with good purposes.''
Long seocnds ticked by as Noori eyed the Saiyan in front of him carefully. The Saiyan spoke the truth so far, but what did he mean? He was obviously a warrior and he could feel some evil deep inside this humanoid creature. But once he saw into the Saiyan's eyes, he was shocked. So much pain and loss.. such great guilt..and so much ..love. He actually was quite dumbfolded as he saw the love and the prince's shattered soul through his eyes. This young man is no threat to our people. The good in his heart make him worthy of the Dragonball.
He nodded to the other villagers before locking his eyes once again with the prince's. ''You have proven yourself worthy, young warrior.'' Now beside Elder Noori, there stood a well build Namekian with the huge orange orb in his hands. ''Use it with respect.'' Noori said before motioning the other green alien to hand Vegeta over the magical ball.
''I will, Elder.'' Was all the spike haired Saiyan said before taking off again.
Now that he had a Dragonball, he would lie low for a while, he decided. Even though he was Super Saiyan 3 now, he would not defeat Frieza and he would not do anything he had not done the last time on this planet. Though, instead of leaving this Dragonball in the lake near the village he had just been to, he would bring it later to her. But this time, she would not loose the ball like she had the one Krillin and Gohan had given her. Not this time.
Four days were now over he assumed. He really had no idea because it never was dark on this planet. However, he had as good as he could, concentrated on his former mate's ki and from the times she slept, it must have been a week. And with every hour that ticked by, his need to see her had grown. Two hours ago, the two Earth fighters had left Bulma alone. It was time to give her his Dragonball.
At this thought, his heart started racing, bursting almost through his ribcage as he started approaching the small whole in tha rock. He had walked the whole way from his secret spot to hers, to not let anyone sense him. Soon he was able to make out the typical form of a capsule house from afar and he had to restrain himself to not fly the rest of the way. On his forehead were small drops of sweat making his discomfort apparent. He wanted to embrace her, kiss her. He wanted to smell her hair and skin. To touch her and feel her warm body near his. But now he had to act like he didn't know her, or at least not that intimately.
Here I go. Don't mess this up! He lectured himself. All of the sudden, his supposed mate burst the door open and the smile that had been on her lips was instantly replaced by a frown, then her lips began quivering in fear. But instead of running she stood in the dorrway, waiting for him to approach her with her head held high.
This is my woman. He thought to himself proudly. That was one thing he admired about Bulma so much. Even though she was probably the weakest being in the entire universe, she refused to be a coward. She would never run away but face the threat head on even though she knew she'd never have a chance.
Vegeta cracked a smile as the stubborn woman remained still even though fear shone bright in her eyes. What was he supposed to say? He didn't know how to adress her, so he just winked his hand and motioned her to follow him. ''Follow me, woman.'' Confusion and curiosity crossed her features only for the split of a second before the fear was apparent again, but Vegeta had seen it. She nodded once and turned around and headed for the kitchen to get her capsule belt and then came out again. As soon as she was, she turned his back to him to encapsulate her little home and followed him outside. Once they were out of the whole and in the open, he grabbed her rather roughly, mostly to remind himself that they were supposed to be strangers and said. ''We'll be only flying for a minute but don't hold your breath.''
As she nodded her head slowly, he took off. He was glad to feel her in his arms again. Out of instinct, the beautiful creature in his arms burrowed her head in thr crook of his neck as her heart began to race. Her breath tickled and felt warm on his skin. At that moment he was sure he had done the right thing by turning back time. It felt so right to have her in his arms again, even if only for such a short amount of time.
Fifty seconds later, they were at his hiding place once again, but they would not have a lot of time before somebody was send to check on the power level that was apparently shown on the scouters of Frieza's henchman. Only Zarbon did posess one, of that he was sure. The green freak always had a second in store.
Actually, he hoped he would meet Zarbon soon. He was the one he would have to fight next. Dismissing his thoughts, he released her slowly but helped her to stand upright until she regained her balance and breath.
Then the blue haired vixen opened her eyes to stare at him. Suddenly, her eyes widened and her fear was quickly replaced by anger as she didn't recognize the landscape. That was his Bulma: Short temper, stubborn, beautiful, intelligent and still she lacked common sense. How had he been able to leave her?
FLASHBACK
He stomped down to the woman's private lab. Even though it was quite late there were still a lot of people in the laboratories. As they saw him they did not exactly run away, but it wasn't like they would walk either. Every scientist on the compound knew about his short temper and apparently constant foul mood. And nobody would forget some incidents which ended in a whole etage burning so all of them tried to hide as soon as possible as he approached hurriedly Bulma's lab doors.
Five steps away from them, he stopped. Was this truly the right decision? She was a distraction from his training and he couldn't afford that. Vegeta knew it wasn't her fault. It was his. He was the one thinking of the stubborn vixen almost without breack, dreaming about her. He was the one who almost slipped everytime the wind brought her sweet scent to his nose and he instantly wanted to devour her and fall asleep in the crook of her neck.
It influenced on his training greatly and with the constant reminder of the androids approaching he couldn't waste any more time. He would not die in this time line again and he certainly would not leave victory to this stupid good for nothing third class clown. That's why he had to go, or so he told himself. It wasn't possible for her to go, especially since she was the one that owned this house.
Vegeta pushed the door open and immediatly regrettet it. The scent of salty tears reached his nose and the silent sobbing from the other side of the room were already too much for him to handle.
Bulma turned around, face puffed and flushed, her blodshot eyes shining with unshead tears.
He thought he had become used to it by now, but as he saw her like this, it was clear that he was not. He let out a heavy sigh before slowly shuttinng the door behind him and stepping nearer to her.
As he came to a halt and sat across from her, she started blabbing. ''Vegeta I hate this! Why did you jerk had to impregnate me in the first place?! Now I'm so fat I can't even reach the telephone on the desk because my belly is so HUGE.'' She whined uncontrollably as new tears fell down her cheek.
This is exactly why I have to go. Now. He reassured himmself.
''Woman, I have to go. I want a ship prepared until tomorrow morning.'' With that said, he turned around to leave to not have to look at her reaction.
'' How long are you going to be away?'' She asked him, suddenly much calmer. Without glancing around, he told her. ''Until the androids come. That's exactly five months.''
''What the FUCK Vegeta?! You can't leave me FUCKING ALONE with an unborn CHILD you DICK! ''
FLASHBACK END
But in the next morning, the ship had been ready and he gone. In retrospect he shouldn't have been that stubborn and ignorant. He should have admitted his feelings instead of pushing them away- her away. He was a fool to let her bear this burden by herself. He couldn't believe that he was like that once, but he was. Actually not too long ago. It was his fault the old Bulma was gone. Now, he had the chance to change and he would.
''Where did you go with me, you jerk?! Don't you know you should tell a lady where you going before you almost kidnap me?'' When she realized what she had just said, she clapsed a hand before her moulth, but the words were already out. Against all her expectations he chuckled. ''I like your spirit, woman. But we do not have time for jokes. I want you to encapsulate this Dragonball and protect the capsule with your life. If you just keep it around like this, it is likely you'll be dead before you know it.''
He looked at her face and as the wheels in her head started to run again; she did as she was told without questioning. Why didn't I think of that myse- ah! Just as she had put the capsule into her pocket, they were in the air again. But it would take them about an hour because the Saiyan didn't fly nearly as fast as he had before, she noticed.
''Um, why don't you fly faster? You did it before, why not now?'' She looked up with her puppy dog eyes that had captured him all these years ago.
''I flew so fast before to get the attention of Frieza and his men. Now they're flying to the location we were just at. My purpose now is to not get caught.'' He told her patiently. Vegeta knew she knew some things about ki but it probably wasn't nearly enough to think of something simple as this. So he decided to be patient, something she had taught him before, anyway.
As the hour was almost over and comfortable silence was their companion for the flight, Bulma began to question her prejudices and fears, just as his actions. Why was he helping them? Did he know of the Dragon Radar? Probably not. If he did, he could've just blastet her and taken it for himself. But he hadn't. So what was he up to?
As he put her down in front of the whole where he had found her, she locked her eyes with his onyx depths. Something about his eyes made her want to never look away again. She couldn't place her finger on it, but something about them made her... comfortable. They actually weren't like black stones, emotionless like she had expected them to be. His feelings were locked up, but she could make out some of them nonetheless. There was longing and guilt, and .. relief or even ..happiness? She couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. By now she was too intrigued by those eyes of his to even care. Without looking away, she whispered.
''Why are you doing this?''
A smug smirk crossed his handsome features as he responded gently. ''You'll get to know soon enough. So don't break your pretty head over it, woman. Don't tell anyone about this.''
He had stared into her azure eyes for way too long. His unreasonable and irrationable part wanted to tell her who he was and what he was and what he felt, but reason won the inner battle with a small compromise. So, while he said those words to her, he rose slowly his right hand to her head. Suddenly he was trembling a little but he reached forward. He had to touch her hair at least once to truly know that she was real.
As he did, he noticed how the blush crept back to her cheeks and how she leant her head ever so slightly towards his gloved hand. She was too beautiful, too precious to lose her again. He would do everything right. With that thought in mind, he flew off.
Realization hit him only seconds afterwards. Did I just call her pretty?! You fucking idiot! And above all else I just touched her hair like a knew her! I have to stop this foolish actions at once. If she only gets a hint of what my purpose really is, I'll might never end up on Earth! He told himself although he knew she could've never known. At least, he got to beat someone to forget this incident.
