Dragon Ball Galactic Chapter 2: Ms Brief, a dragon ball z fanfic

Chapter 2

Ms. Brief

As told by Bulma Brief

After all the wait, the big day had finally arrived. One entire Nemekian year had passed over the course of one hundred and thirty earth days, and everyone was anxious to use Namek's dragon to wish back our friends. We're lucky that Kami, Mr. Popo and King Kai thought of the plan to help us and everyone else on Namek escape in the nick of time. Well...everyone except for Goku. He had to be the hero and stay back to fight that monster, giving his own life in the process. Once the initial shock of his death wore off, I understood his decision and why he chose it. By that time I was all too familiar with the somewhat naive goodness of Goku's heart and I'm not surprised that he would risk his life to defeat someone who threatened the lives of those he loved...those of us, here on Earth. In reality, this wasn't the first time Goku had saved my life, and it probably wouldn't be the last at this rate. I always find myself in trouble, I don't know how, it just sort of happens.

Over the past few months we had communicated with King Kai a lot, and decided on what we should wish for when the time comes. According to him, if we wished for Goku and Krillin to return to life, they would be brought back in the remains of Namek...so we had to get a little creative with our wishing. The alternative was wishing their spirits back onto planet Earth first, and then reviving them with the other two wishes. Good plan. On the flip side, that would mean even more months of taking care of our visitors, ugh. I guess I'll have to manage as best I can. Thankfully, Yamcha and the others were fine with being brought back last, though, because they would be granted even more training time with King Kai. I can't for the life of me understand how King Kai's training is so valuable, but if memory serves I thought the same of Master Roshi, and look how that turned out.

Speaking of Yamcha, our relationship had hit the rocks before the Saiyan's even arrived on Earth and I feel awful for everything he's had to go through...but at least I know he's in a safe place now and doing what he loves. Even though we were pissed at each other the last time we talked, I can't wait to see his face again...and who knows, maybe this time apart is what we needed. Well, it would've been better if he hadn't died in the first place, sure, but I still believe we can have a strong relationship in the future because of it, so I guess there are some positives to everything. It'll be great to get everyone back together again in the end and that's all that really matters.

The past one hundred and thirty days had been tumultuous to say the least. It was hectic enough finding housing and food for hundreds of Namekians, but we managed. Thankfully they were able to use the Capsule Corp. warehouses as a home, or else I wouldn't have had a clue where they could have stayed. It all sounded like a fair trade to me. They live with us for a year, and in return, we use their Dragon Balls to wish all of our friends back, then summon Shenron and wish for them a new home. It's a win-win situation for everyone, and it's the least they could do after we practically saved their entire species, right? I think so.

Other than sheltering a small civilization of Namekians, my other big conundrum involved taking care of the Saiyan Prince. Somehow in all of the fighting on Namek, Vegeta actually turned into a good guy. Well, sort of...we realized that he hated Frieza as much as we all did and in some odd way, he ended up giving his life in the fight, too, which I guess granted him some sort of pardon. I don't remember the specifics of how I was chosen to watch over Vegeta, maybe it was out of the goodness of my heart. He probably didn't deserve it, but I allowed him to live with me anyway and at first, I regretted it deeply. He's a massive asshole who is always hard to deal with...but I'd be lying if I said we didn't warm up to each other eventually, at least a little bit. I still don't forgive him for letting his big bald buddy kill our friends, but after the first few weeks of staying here, being in his presence just didn't bother me as much. As soon as he caught wind of the Capsule Corp. training facility, I became quite valuable to him. For all that Vegeta has going for him, it would be a lie to say that he's a smart individual outside of combat. Once he realized how proficient I was with technology, he had me rework the systems to offer better regimens for him personally and basically moved into the gym after that. He's constantly working out as if he has a massive chip on his shoulder. Honestly, he's very easy on the eyes too, even though he's an egotistical jerk who may or may not be a psychopath. Vegeta is a very good looking guy in a way, once you look past all of his faults. Plus he likes my cooking, which makes him the second person ever- after Goku of course!

BURMMPPP!

My alarm pounded throughout the house, which meant it was time to meet up with the others. We had picked a spot a few miles outside of West City to summon the big dragon, and I'm sure everyone was either already there or on their way quickly, so it'd probably be in my best interest to get going soon. But first, I have to hunt down Vegeta. I really am afraid of what will happen once we bring Goku back to life...Part of me really believes Vegeta has turned over a new leaf, because he hasn't hurt anyone, including me, since being here...at least, not to my knowledge. He's behaved relatively well compared to what was expected of him. The scary part is his obsession with becoming stronger- stronger than Goku. I believe something changed him during our whole venture to Namek. Almost as if he were humbled by his experiences on the planet. I'm still hoping he and Goku just settle their spat with an arm wrestling match when he's brought back, but I doubt it'll be that simple. It never is.

There are three things I've learned about Vegeta when trying to find him. First, always make sure you check the kitchen and see if he is eating the entire refrigerator. If for some reason he had been training so hard he forgot to eat, or he had already trashed the place for the day, it meant he was more than likely in the gym. Nine times out of ten you'll catch him exercising, and the other time he'll be asleep. Considering I didn't hear the clattering of dishes when woke up, it's safe to assume he's over in the training facility right now.

Following a short rock path leading out of the back door to the Brief household leads you directly to where Vegeta stays. I can already hear him exercising as I approach the door, he really needs to lay off before he hurts his self. As I walk in, I can see him through the clear wall splitting the entrance way and the gravity room. By the looks of it, he's training at several times Earth's normal gravity, which is several times more insane that anything I've ever seen.

I approach the wall slowly, "Vegeta! Can you hear me? It's time to go meet with the others, they're probably waiting on us right now." I lightly knock on the glass paneling.

Vegeta is standing on his hands, the front of his body pointed away from me toward the opposite side of the room, doing push ups on the floor repeatedly. I can hear his muffled breathing through the wall as he exhales and inhales with every motion. How was this even possible? He really is from another planet.

After waiting a few seconds I think it's time to try again, "HELLO! VEGETA! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" I beg as my hand pummels the glass over and over.

THUMP!

I'm pretty loud when I want to be, often a little too loud, and this was one of those times. As I shriek at the raven haired wonder, he startles and I see him losing his balance and eventually collapsing hard onto the floor, head first. Yikes. I feel myself crack a faint smile at the idea that someone this tough and scary can be startled my a normal woman like myself.

He hops up and grips the back of his head in pain "BAHHH! What the hell woman? Can't you see I'm busy?" He responded angrily. As always. Sometimes Vegeta didn't even have to be angry to respond with a heated tone. He was angry most of the time, but not always.

"Are you coming with me or not?" I ask, lowering my voice, "You said you wanted to be there when Goku arrives, right?"

As he continues to rub the back of his head, I can tell that mentioning Goku seemed to mellow him out in a way as his fierce face melted away into a relaxed tone. It's ironic that the thought of Goku calmed him down instead of pissing him off even more. Can't explain that one.

"Ah, yes. Kakarot is being revived today. I had been too busy and forgotten." He mumbled, almost as if talking to himself.

I'm getting agitated at this point, because Vegeta has no real sense of responsibility or commitment to others at all, "Okay, for the last time, are you coming or not?" I notice I've been using my whining voice, which tends to also be my regular voice, so I attempt to ease away from it from fear of riling Vegeta up again.

He closes his eyes and smiles a little bit. Yes, Vegeta actually does smile every now and then. He then jogs over to the control hub and uses the nifty little knob to lower the compression of the room down to normal standards. Normal being whatever felt okay to him, probably not anything I could withstand.

"You go on, I'll fly over that way when I finish up here...and don't you dare wish him back without me or you'll all regret it." And just like that, Vegeta immediately began walking away toward the showers at the back of the dome, carelessly stripping from his clothes along the way. That's the thing that really bothered me about Vegeta...the man has no modesty whatsoever. It's like he was never taught manners or decency as a child. I guess that really shows how different his culture was compared to us here on Earth. The Saiyans must have been like savages. At first I admit I tried looking away whenever he did something like this but after awhile it became increasingly obvious how little he cared and so I myself stop caring. Regardless, he definitely has the most chiseled body of anyone I've ever seen, so it's not that bad to take a peek at every now and again, I suppose. Probably best if I don't tell him that, though.

Shortly thereafter, I swing around and begin walking out to the driveway. On the way there I reach down into my bag and pull out my capsule case. I pop it open and observe the various colors of capsules...all of these machines contained within tiny little pods, all of my design. It really was spectacular to think about. Red, blue, pink, green. So many different utilities in the palm of my hand. To this day, my greatest invention!

Now, do I want the Capsule Corp. jeep? Or the Capsule Corp. car? Maybe the Capsule Corp. motorcycle today.