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CHAPTER 2 – The Wind of Change

The scouter picked the power level up here. Why is there anybody. Dammit! Maybe I was too slow and who knows where Vegeta might be by now. Zarbon thought angrily. This monkey wasn't worth the trouble, but Frieza had a different opinion in that matter. When it came to Vegeta, Zarbon wasn't any more or less than an ordinary servant to the lord.

Even though Vegeta and his men had disobeyed him more than once and were always suspected to be traitorous, the Ice-jin always let it slide with a beating. Zarbon would have killed that monkey prince the day he spoke disrespectful to him for the first time. However, Frieza had almost a fatherly liking to the Saiyan.

And now, this favoritism had gotten him in this mess. Because of his loyalty, he had to search for that weak monkey instead of Dodoria or somebody else. He wondered why the pink bulb hadn't shown up by now. Maybe he was dead, but who would have been able to defeat him? The two kids who saved the Namekian child? Highly unlikely. Vegeta? Maybe, but even that seemed a little delusional.

Abruptly, his scouter started smoking and exploded into thousand tiny shreds. Before Zarbon opened his yellow eyes again to search for the offender, he heard an all too familiar voice behind him.

''So we finally meet agian Zarbon. What a surprise.''

The green freak spun around and spat back. ''You're a fool, you should know better than to disobey Frieza.''

But Vegeta only mocked him a little more, getting anxious to fight at least a little bit. ''So I've heard, but unlike you I'm not used to the life of a mindless follower.'' A chuckle escaped his lips as he though about his next manouver in a few hours.

''The winds of change are blowing, Zarbon and soon it will be over for your Lord.'' With that he charged at the green haired alien, intending to punch his opponent in the face. But instead he dissapeared of Zarbon's sight, only to reappear behind him. Quickly, the green man punched in the air behind him, but to no avail. Vegeta had alread caught his fist, sqeezing it painfully. With a scream, he threw him back into the air. In mid flight, the right hand of Frieza caught himself, ready for the Saiyan's next move. He has no chance against me, I'll show him! He thought as he stretched his hand out, changing his plan, and releasing a yellow blast in Vegeta's direction. Already chuckling in victory, Zarbon realized too late that the monkey had just punched his attack away with his left forearm.

Quickly regaining his composure, Zarbon spoke up agian. ''You surprise me, Vege-.''

He was cut off mid-sentence as the younger warrior kicked him in the chest with a power, Zarbon hadn't imagined Vegeta would posess. After the kick, a punch in his face followed before the alien had caught himself and kicked back furiously to get the Saiyan off his skin. But Vegeta was obviously only toying with him; avoiding each kick effortlessly.

Then all the right hand of Frieza knew, was the sharp pain in his back and the wind that indicated he was fallin to the ground. With too much effort, he caught himself on all fours and avoided a painful landing. As he stood up again, his oppenent was standing some feet away, arms crossed and with a smirk on his face. He didn't even breack a sweat! He thought disbelieving.

Heavy breathing, he still managed to let out a chuckle. ''Well I have to admit, you do impress me, Vegeta. Your fighting skills have come a long way since the last time I've met you.''

He doesn't even know how right he is. Vegeta thought to himself.

''But not quite far enough!'' Zarbon screamed out as he powered up.

The Saiyan Prince gave the alien his time to fullfill his transformation into the ugly frog-like creature he was. And immediatly recieved a tough punch in the face, followed quickly by a kick in his ribs. He inhaled deeply and stopped himself mid- flight as he was flown in the air again, only to be sucker-punched in the back and fall into the water of a near lake.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, unimpressed as he let himself be flowing to the ground. My, hopefully he thinks I'm dead and leaves. This starts to get boring. I totally forgot that Zarbon was a tough challenge at that time.

As the Saiyan had predicted, he left, all the while laughing like a maniac. ''Ah perfect, if he was still alive after that impact, he won't be breathing for long. Haha. Let's get going befor my hair get's wet from the splashing water. Frieza will want me to report to him as soon as possible.''

When he felt that Zarbon was far away, he climbed out of the water and leant against a nearby rock. Who knew how long it had taken Zarbon to come back for him. At least he had a few brocken ribs so he'd probably land in a regen tank like last time. He wasn't even sure why the green punk had brought him back and let him heal anyway. That was a thing he'd probably never find out without a clock.

He hated to humiliate himself like this. But he could not make any turns in his actions. If he wouldn't be sent with the others to Earth, then what had this whole thing had been for? For her he would go to Hell and back- literally. He would die on Namek, again, only to have his woman back. To have her and to let her know he cared. To let her know she was ..loved. He would not let his stubborness and pride make it all go to waist. Not this time.

Deep down, he had had a crush on her since the day he had seen her on Namek. But he was to proud and too ignorant to acknowledge, no less admit his feelings for her to even himself. He had always excused his behaviour and said it was mere lust. However, it had never been something phony or petty as lust. Desire had never been mere desire. Sex never been only a physical act. It had always been more. She had been. Until she brocke.

FLASHBACK

He was lying in his bed, restless, tossing and turning around, unable to find sleep. And the Kami-forsacken woman was the reason. She just wouldn't stop wheeping and crying over nothing.

This morning, Vegeta had seeked out Dr. Briefs to demand for his GR to be repaired. As he stepped through the doors of the doctors private lab, he had turned around in his chair.

''Hello, my boy. What can I do for you?'' The old man asked in his calm voice.

''The Gravity Champer is brocken and I need it repaired until tomorrow.''

The older man had nodded, all the while strocking the cat's hat that was constantly sitting on his shoulder. Then he stood up and went to a cabinet on the other wall.

''Let me see what happened exactly. I'll only get m-'' Suddenly, he lay on the ground, breathing heavily and trembling. Vegeta hadn't known what was wrong with the old human, but had instantly brought him to the medical bay of the compound.

It appeared the doctor had just had a heart attack that morning. Now, everything was all right again and the doctors had said there was no brain damadge, or anything else that would permanently threaten or impede of life. Everything was just fine and yet the sceaming harpy lay in her bed, crying. He figured it was the shock of almost loosing her father, but still, it seemed cowardly to him.

After another five minutes he couldn't take it anymore. Even if she was pregnant and her hormmones got the best of her- he would not allow her to interfere with his routine over nothing.

That was what he had told himself that time. That he didn't care for her, for the brat he had not wanted, nor for her feelings and that it, deep down disturbed him that she was so heartbrocken and shacken from fear.

So he stomped out of his room, only five steps and he was in her room, the door swung open.

''Woman stop being so loud this instant!'' He screamed in her face.

She didn't even look up at him. She just kept sobbing, the tears finding their way from her cheeks to the totally soaked pillow underneath her head. Vegeta stood there in silence for a minute or so, only to kneel down beside the bed. That made Bulma raise her head to finally look up with wide, puffy eyes. He took her chin between his forefinger and thumb, looking in her eyes, making sure to pour in them as much hatred and anger as he possibly could, as he hissed.

''Stop being audiable or I'll blast that old fool, so you will truly have something to mourn over.''

With that said, he left the room, shutting the door all too loudly.

FLASHBACK END

He had been cruel to her. After that night, she hadn't talked him for a week. Silent treatment hadn't been what he deserved but much better. Not only had he denied himself the urge to lay beside her and wrap her warm body against his, to soothe her fear and breathing, to smell and feel her hair on his bare chest. This denial had almost driven him mad. No, he had denied her the only thing she had ever wanted from him: to be there.

Bulma had given him a place to live when he had nowhere else to go. She had offered him her house, her bed, food and had taken care of every need, not only when it came to training. She had given him her trust, without any reason to do so. She had believed in him, in his bailities and the good in his heart. No less, she had loved him and the only thing she had wanted was for him to stay, to be there when she needed him.

Not to mate her, or be a father or a husband, only to be present. He had failed her and ashamed himself and his race with his cowardice. The prince had denied all the things she had seen in him only to find them burried in his soul and mind when she went away.

But now she was alive and well. At that moment, Vegeta swore to himself that he wouold make her happy. Not the desperate woman who had done desperate things. The tables had turned as well as time. It was time to bring the action again.

He closed his eyes again and let his body fall to the ground as he felt Zarbon's ki approaching rather fast.

Zarbon found Vegeta a few yards away from the battlefield, lying on the ground. He knelt down beside him to feel his pulse. The prince had of course taken precautions and bottled up most of his power to almost nothing so that Zarbon wouldn't think of him as a threat and kill him.

The green alien chuckled. ''Well, well so you're alive after all. Lucky for me. But then, I think it's not such a lucky thing for you, now is it? I'm going to have so much fun making you talk.'' With that said, he grabbed the Saiyan's gloved wrist and floated up into the air.

Back in the ship he was heaved into a regen tank, while Zarbon stood outside the tank, smirking proudly to himself. From inside, he could bearly hear what he and the other doctor alien said to each other.

''Well, let me know when he's ready. I want him to be healthy before I start torturing him.''

They knew I had a Dragonball, dammit! But then again, last time they didn't get a hold of me, neither will they now. Vegeta smirked inwardly. Yes, soon Frieza's Dragonballs would be gone.

Bulma sat in her house in the cave, taking a bubble bath. Since Vegeta had given her the Dragonball, she couldn't get him out of her mind. Why had he given her this precious and sacred orb to hide it from everybody? She had promised not to tell anybody about their encounter and she hadn't told Krillin and Gohan, although it had been almost too much of a temptation.

Didi he only want her to save it until he had all six and then kill her and take the last one? But then he shouldn't have given it to her in the first place. It only made things more complicated, neither was it very clever to give the 'enemy' what you seek. So what were his intentions?

This Saiyan sure puzzled her! A crimson blush made it's way to her heated cheeks. She remembered that he had called her pretty. It wasn't something she didn't hear often, but the way how he had said it had been.. different somehow. Her blush intensified at the particular memory of his gloved hand on her hair, the warmth of his body making it's way to her cheek and the way he had loocked at her at that moment.

He had seemed so vulnerable and... hurt. She had told herself over and over agian that she had just imagined it, but Bulma hadn't been able to fool herslef about that one. He had touched her, he had looked at her with this onyx eyes of his and although she still thought of him as a ruthless murderer of her friends and billions of others, purging planets, cruel and cool torturer; the things he had said and done somehow had touched something deep inside of her. What it was, she could not tell but the blue haired woman couldn't get the warrior prince out of her head.

First she had thought he'd slap her as he had risen his hand. His strocke had been so gentle she wouldn't have been aware of it if she hadn't seen his hand stretching forward so slowly. How was it possible for a being she thought evil to act so gingerly? To look like there existed a heart in that ribcage. To whisper so casual words it took her breatah away?

The beeping of the Regen Tank indicated that his time in the green fluid had come to an end. He waited until the liquid had drained away and the door opened to take his mask off and step out. He smirked inwardly. What said this song the old Bulma had loved so much? Ah yes. A little party never killed somebody. ''That assumption was false.'' He chuckled as he blasted the madical bay to dust. For good measure, he also blasted a huge whole through the outside wall of the ship, and hid behind a scattered tank, awaiting Frieza and Zarbon. The door slid open with a swoosh ash they both came into view.

''Huh, he's gone!'' Zarbon exclaimed, shock and dread audiable in his voice. '' He must've flown off.''

''So go after him!'' The lizard demanded furiously. As the green alien remained silent, Frieza's patience ran thinner and thinner. ''Go NOW! Do you hear me Zarbon?''

''I'll..I'll find him.'' Was all he could stutter, fearing his own life was on the line if he wouldn't catch that monkey prince soon. His fears were only confirmed by his masters promise.

''You better! Because if you don't find him within the hour, you'll wish you'd never been born!''

As soon as they were out of sight Vegeta flew as fast as he could to he make his way to the Great Hall, where the lizard usually drank his wine and watched the universe from his hover chair. There they lay: the last Dragonballs. Abandoned and unguarded, almost too easy.

And with the element of surprise with him, it would be child's play to transport them out of here. Vegeta walked slowly back to the corridor as he saw that Zarbon wasn't on his side of the ship anymore ans screamed.

''Are you looking for somebody?'' And sent a wave of ki flying through the corridor. This would give him the time he needed. Quickly, he blasted a whole through the huge window of the Great Hall and, like all these years before, threw the Dragonballs away hastily.

''There now, that'll do it.'' He chuckled viciously. Then, he followed suit, jumping out of the window of the spaceship. He walked hastily to a nearby rock just in time to hide behind it. As the smoke around the ship faded away, he head screams.

''Dragonballs! Where are MY DRAGONBALLS?!''

''Ahh, VEGETA!''

He laughed inwardly. Fools, falling two times for the same trick. But then again, every time was their first. Haha.

''What are you waiting for you fool? Don't you think you disappointed me enough for one day?! Get OUT of my sight. Go find him. NOW!''

''Yes Lord.''

Like I said, child's play.The Saiyan Prince thought smugly. As soon as he sensed the green man to fly away, he stepped into the lacke that stretched out before his feet. You really outdid yourself today.

I only hope these Dragonballs landed at the same spot as before. He thought as he slipped through the water. Now he only had to find them soon so he wouldn't miss Krillin. And see her again.

But now wasn't the time for sentimentalities. He'd see her soon enough, anyway. It was time to follow Krillin and finally destroy that fool Zarbon.

He chuckled at that thought. Yes, it would be fun indeed to see Krillin's fearful face again.

SaiyanPrincessBB: You ar right. Cell and the androids were defeated and for the Goku fans out there, I left it opend if he was alive, or just being allowed to be there for the ceremony. For me, it wasn't about if he's alive or not but rather that it wouldn't have been fair to not be there. I actually do feel quite different when I write this story ;). I was counting the years since Frieza's defeat (as good as you can anyways in DBZ) and I thought it was about seven. That's why he said it.

Vegeta ki Deewani: Vegeta as I think, doesn't regret being with her or not meang all mushy about her. I guess he regrets the fact that he feels like didn't do his job as mate right bacuase when she would have needed him, he wasn't there, or at least no help. He doesn't think he's the reason why she committed suicide, though he is aware that he could have been more of a support iin a time of need.

NNP: Yeah. I wanted to give canon Vegeta the chance to get more from live, before the Buu Saga. A lot of people have his for the fact that he didn't rescue his baby and mate, so here I'm trying to let his start over.

Katieghost: Thank you so much! I didn't know if there was anything like that, I hoped not. But Vegeta is still the same in canon, keep that in mind, and if you like, read the comment I gave Vegeta ki Deewani, it might help.

knightmare627: Thank you, I hope this chapter was soon enough ;)

Night Whisperer: That kind of reaction was all I could have hoped for! Thanks! all I can say now, is that it will be a long way till that, but it will be interesting.

nikki-michelle: Thanks, nikki, I'm glad you read the new one, also.

chipfary: I want to thank you for your review,though he didn't time travel. What he did was undoing the happenings since the day he arrived on Namek.

Wudelfin: I appreciate your review, Wudelfin! Thank so much. At the same time I do have a question, though. Why would that explain Goku's behaviour, I just don't get it haha. Please explain.

Thornado: Thanks a lot, his time thinking about Bulma is most tough. It's nice to see that people like it.