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The Perfect Blue
Part 6
The Firebrand
-Life-threatening decisions made in a moments time may come with later haunts of regrets... regression of progression. The sacrifice for survival, one must decide to chose self-preservation over conviction and empathy, to erase hesitation, and neglect conscience. In the end, is it ever considered a sin to save oneself, regardless of crime to think of oneself above all others? Is the deserter the one to judge, or be judged? Lives are weighed and valued on the ethical level of compassion, and morals. Have no moral fiber, have no regrets. If life has such value, everything must be done to prolong it, to protect it, to preserve it, even at another's expense, for it was never meant to be. That is their burden of fatal destiny. Do what is possible, but never needlessly meddle with death. Value your life.
Traveler in quiet space...
Zarbon sits silently as he travels in the deepest expanses of space in search for the planet Nadried. He studies an assortment of twinkling clusters. The suspended stars in view seem to move along with the cruising ship. His mind troubled, in a state of constant unrest. Troublesome thoughts stuck on the horrors of Nas. It was like he never left, although it's nearing four-months since abandoning Dodoria and Frieza. Unable to restrain his anxiety and inability to do anything constructive, he sighs heavily with the burden of time ticking away. All Zarbon could do was think in a situation where further progress seems to have reached a stone wall.
With that in mind, Nadreid, is a year trip from Nas, which gives Frieza's ex-right-hand man that headache of time to think. His primary mission was to contact Vegeta, however the ship's communicative transmissions were inaccessible. Apparently, outgoing transmissions had been officially disabled. Not to mention, his scouter was destroyed on Nas. Also, unbeknown to him, Vegeta had taken several detours and was now currently on earth.
He resolves to take a long nap; resigning from his seated position by the window. He lethargically creeps toward his bed in the same room. Lacking in energy to move around, he lays to rest.
Unfortunately, he falls into an uncomfortable dreamless sleep reawakening moments later, plagued with restless thoughts.
He lays sprawled-out in his over-luxurious, deluxe, satin, bedding. It's a bit gaudy for most tastes.
Moreover, he ponders the chain of events leading the abandonment of Dodoria. Could there had been another way? Why was he even dreading this scenario of alternatives. Pestering thoughts like these didn't belong in a warrior's mind. The fact of the matter is, Dodoria, or Frieza was not worth risking his life.
Not that it would've made a difference, he knew nothing was to be done in the debacle that is Nas, it was miraculous he survived.
Besides, he would never save that pudgy back-stabbing pig... as insignificant as he was. Whatever got Frieza, was far beyond anything he ever encountered and I stress ever. There was no way he could had fought against an invulnerable, obscure, force that has no source of solidified form. It would have been a grandiose delusion to believe he could have contend with something so vexing. He was level headed enough to accept defeat, that is why he is still alive. There is no shame to flee to live another day if you're up against a deadly phenomenon of that magnitude. It was better to know what he was dealing with instead of full-hearty attempting to engage in battle.
Even so, he didn't like the idea of running away either, at least not like that, not only that, he wasn't certain about this enemy.
That sudden catastrophic red-storm with chemical acid-rain, it seemed to be connected with that crap on Dodoria and Frieza. A dark event, doomed from the start He wasn't stupid, he wouldn't mess with the unknown.
Besides, Dodoria was a mere colleague, and a poor fool. He was no friend, but a fiend who would stab his own child in the back for personal gain if he hadn't killed them already, a test to his detestable merits. Make no mistake, this was a business relationship, there were no attachments of any kind involved, greed and hate. In their world, everyone's for themself, a dog eat dog universe. It is the only way to survive. Any misgivings perceived, solely lies on that callow individual whom believes in fairytales, gullible bastard. It is a mutual understanding amongst ruthless warriors. Notwithstanding, it was actually a blessing in disguise, Dodoria was an obstacle.
(I know Dodoria would have done the same, in that regard it's deserving. I have no regrets... ) Zarbon confirms to himself.
BEEP! BEEP! (Incoming transmission from Captain Ginyu, of the Ginyu Force...repeat incoming transmission from Captain Ginyu, report status... )"Zarbon, get your sorry carcass on the line!")
Zarbon sighs irritated. "Damn, just when I finally get comfortable!" Zarbon gets up to answer the call.
"Zarbon, reporting to headquarters." he spoke into the transmitter peeved. Captain Ginyu's purple irritated face appears on via screen, and his words subtitled on a transparent top guide bar.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Zarbon, What the Hell is going on!? Why haven't you responded to my past attempts of contact? We picked up catastrophic disturbances on Nas, receiving several distressed signals from the planet. Frieza, and his military ships are all offline. Telepathy wire has failed as well. No one has checked-back in months, and the only ship we tracked down is yours. What's going on?" asks an overwhelmed Ginyu.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"... Is this line secure?" asked Zarbon clandestinely.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu frowns. "Oh brother...what's with the paranoia? You know not many know of our existence, mere rumors to officials, not even Cooler, or Cold know of our true purpose in working for Frieza. They still believe we are personal scouts with special tasks every now and then. So, of course, the line is surreptitiously secure." he ensures critically.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon groaned. "There's no need for the exaggerated overtone, Ginyu. To the point, I've tried several ...albeit, unsuccessful attempts of contact myself, including any able body on the planet Nas. You just caught me at the right time. A lot has happened... I believe Frieza is dead, along with every other soldier we sent into the legendary caverns of Nas, including Dodoria." he states directly.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu was shocked. "What the...something's more powerful then Frieza, is that what you 're trying to make me believe?" he shouted.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Yes." Zarbon reaffirms calmly, regardless of his skepticism.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu is seen slamming his fist on the HD flat-screen constructed inside the back walling. "That's bull shit, it just can't be, it's impossible. Frieza is... wait a minute. Why are you still alive, and why aren't you heading back to headquarters if this is the case? And, if Frieza's dead, then where's his body? You did secure it, right?" he asks an onslaught of skeptical questions.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Bombarded with the expected inquisition Zarbon groans again, then sighs irritably. "It's complicated. Ginyu, have you've gotten any recent reports on Vegeta's current whereabouts? Is he still awaiting orders at the outskirt posts?" he asks suddenly.
It was obvious, Zarbon did not feel like explaining what had transpired on Nas. Because he couldn't with someone like Ginyu. Not only that, he really didn't know how to explain what he saw.
Zarbon witnessed firsthand what they did to Vegeta when he tried that, without Frieza around it would be suicide. He would not give Ginyu anything to fry him with later on.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu was not falling for it, but wanted to see where this was going.
(Could that monkey have something to do with Frieza? I knew from the beginning, monkey-boy was a hindrance, but to this extent? Perhaps Frieza's suspicions were correct after all.) he ponders.
Ginyu replies to the withholding Zarbon. "No, I haven't received a word in over five-months, not since Frieza sent him on a mission to that barter planet Nadreid. He wanted the cry-baby out the way for awhile. In fact, we cannot pinpoint his current position. Initially, we were going to send him to the planet Namek to investigate some nonsense about elder namekians, and magic-balls. But Frieza decided not to, I guess he felt that was even too low of a mission to send the runt on. I mean come on, magic balls!? Pretty disgusting don't cha think, searching namekian anatomy for the golden-balls? Anyway, the planet is a garbage dump, devastated by a planetary storm. Besides, it's obvious no such grotesque things exist judging by their devastated planet. Namekian balls, gross." Ginyu scoffs.
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Zarbon shakes his head. "I've heard of the legendary balls of Namek. However, I don't believe it to be literal, Ginyu as in testicles. They don't even have internal spermatic arteries, they're basically agamic beings that have male-characteristics." he explained.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu turns his nose up, asexual, his rock-hard gluteus-maximus! Zarbon just wanted to grab the Namkian's green nuts for a wish, and that was the wish. Amazing how he knew so much detail about namekian balls in-general, or lack there of.
Ginyu grunts then dismisses the subject. "Whatever, we lost track of Vegeta. He hasn't contacted headquarters in a good while. But that's not unusual with that little sneak, always jamming up the remote trackers. That incompetent misfit was supposed to check-in a month ago." stated Ginyu. " Telepathy-wire or scouters, haven't been used recently, at least not significant enough to track. Otherwise, we would have pinpointed his dumpy location. Which means, he's still in space, presumably." he suggests.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Presumably, tch, figures. Telepathy wire... it (Sighs)... Well then, have you tried to contact him recently?" asked Zarbon dissatisfied with the information.
Vegeta, he knew was quite clever, and disobedient, which implies to him, he could be anywhere. He's been known to purposely neglect duties in the past, missions that should only take days he found ways to make it last weeks. Then pretended to act brazen and offended when Frieza lambasted his poor workmanship. It was his sacrifice, yet a slap in Frieza's face at the same time.
In whatever manner, Vegeta always completed the job. He's going to Nadreid, but he will take his time purposely in doing so.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu wrinkles his lavender, pasty, nose. "No! Weren't you listening? I had no reason to affiliate myself with that saiyan scum, he wasn't on Nas. But, why haven't you tried?" asks Ginyu defensively.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon lowers his stale piss-yellow eyes. "Talk about not listening... I have tried, but it's impossible from my ship. My transmitter was heavily damage on Nas. And you, of all people, know that I'm not authorized for outgoing communications. I'm still on probation. As you are fully aware of, Frieza had my outgoing transmissions shut-off for investigational purposes. But, you remember that, don't you? You were the one to accuse me of frivolous, non-credible, acts of espionage. Saying that I conspired with mutinous intentions to the alliance. " He states flatly.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu chortles maliciously. "Oh so formal! Right, I see you're still mad about the dissemination of your nonexistent credibility. Well, sue me for defamation. However, it's funny that now you claim everyone in Frieza's camp, except you, is dead. And now, you mention Vegeta. I don't find this to be in the least a coincidence. Frieza is now missing after discovering the true conspirators of his assassination attempt... you, and Vegeta, in cahoots, staginga coup d'etat!" Ginyu accuses, pointing his finger at Zarbon from his end.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon refuses the bait. "Wow, you figured me out. Very clever, Ginyu. Me, the disrepute, and Vegeta, the disgruntled insurrectionist, we've been had. You're right, we've been friends since the beginning! I chose the most obvious and hated partner." he says oozing with sarcasm. "That's why I'm asking you to contact him for me! Yeah, because I wanted you, of all people, to know about the whole secret conspiracy, instead of the alliance." he says in a way to make Ginyu look a fool.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu lowers his brows as Zarbon bested him. "Then, why are you still breathing, Zarbon? It's highly suspicious, my friend." he accuses.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon stares icily at Ginyu. "It would be suspicious for any survivor other then Frieza." he clarified.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu couldn't disagree, because it was a true statement. Still, the situation hadn't changed, more so his curiosity. "I want to know why you believe Frieza is dead." he asks directly.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon wasn't in the mood for conspiracy theories, or reports at the moment. " Humph, you said so yourself, telepathy wire has no frequency... I don't know how to verify Dodoria or Frieza's death since higher-ups do not have the telepathy implants."
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu yells. "That's not good enough!"
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon is unfazed. "Then I suggest you quit with the supposals, and contact Vegeta yourself." Zarbon advised with authority.
Side Note: (Zarbon is still higher rank then Captain Ginyu; although, the Ginyu, is a special elite force, the ginyu is still subject to his command, regardless of his investigation status.)
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Grr, fine, avoid the question. But tell me this... does this have anything to do with Frieza, and the men?" asked Ginyu.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon looked at him and was not sure what to say. "I don't really know, but I have reason to believe Vegeta may know of a way to remedy the situation... I need to confirm." he informs.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"I would like to know what the situation is! Is Frieza dead, or just missing? I see by your silence you have yet to formulate, or rather articulate the details. I do expect a detailed report in the near future." Ginyu demanded.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon's demeanor is direct. "I don't have to report to you, everything I've told you thus far has been a courtesy. Furthermore, it would be unwise to broadcast a document right now. This is concerning the empire. It's best we stay quiet about Frieza's untimely demise. Last we need is a revolutionary campaign to contend with. If word were to get out, we will have a full-scale galactic war on our hands. Then we really would have to worry about some greedy galactic organization staging a coup. We are not as powerful without Frieza's influence, we'll have to deal with a mess load of planetary leaders and even our alliances wanting to claim Frieza's coveted tyrannical throne. Not to mention, Cooler and Cold's need for control. No, I suggest we not give them a head start. Lets just set our sights on Vegeta, and worry about details later." Zarbon wisely advises.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu shifts uncomfortably. "Where are you going? Shouldn't you report back here? We have a lot of planning to do!" questioned Ginyu starting to feel the full gravity of the situation, things could get complicated quick, fast and in a hurry.
Zarbon was Frieza's next in command. He put a lot of trust in the warrior, should Frieza be dead, Zarbon was the one to take over, at least temporarily.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon looks on intently. " Normally, I would... but, it's dire that I help on location. It's priority that I meet up with Vegeta. I'm closer to Nadreid then head quarters. There's no telling what direction he may go once he finds out Frieza is dead. He needs to physically see that there's still someone stronger then him in charge to oppose his will. Believe it or not, we need the mad monkey. The highest priority at this point. Besides, this is your area of expertise, exercise extreme discretion. In other words, pretend nothing has changed. If I go back presuming Frieza's role, and take care of his daily activities there will be no mystery, and questions will be asked day one. For that matter, I have no interest in taking Frieza's place." he assures Ginyu.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu nods in accordance. "Hmn, very well. I'll play it your way for the timing being and keep a tight lid on this information. In the mean time, we'll have to delay galactic conferences that were scheduled until further notice. Which is not too concerning, since Frieza often cancels... but eventually, the alliances are going to ask questions. Frieza made big promises and has yet to fulfill any of those obligations. We'll stall for time. Still, we must not forget, there's a potential danger, we still haven't apprehended that meddlesome spy. If the traitor gets to the alliance before us, then we will have a bigger problem then Frieza's death. We'll have to set-up a substitution, a puppet, more precisely a body double in place of Frieza. I don't plan to be under Cooler or Cold's control, wrap this up quick! We will be in contact once we find that acrimonious Vegeta ... And one last question, Zarbon." He asks suddenly.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon cocked a brow. "Hmn, what is it?" he asks guardedly.
o-o-o-o-o-o
"Is there a body to be produced?" Ginyu asks watching Zarbon's reaction carefully.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Zarbon looks down, then at Ginyu. "... I honestly can't respond to that... I can say, I'm certain he is dead." Zarbon concludes.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Ginyu was silent. "... I see." says the captain of the special-task force as he cuts off transmission.
o-o-o-o-o-o
The screen fades to black. Zarbon shifts to check the ship's navigation, everything was set to go straight to Nadreid, seeing no reason to change course, he stayed on coarse.
However, he's more determined to get to Vegeta first. To achieve that he sets the ship at a higher speed, shortening the months it would take to reach Nadreid to seven. He was certain Ginyu would curtail the damage temporarily, hopefully, he wouldn't brand him a traitor in the process, if so, he had a back-up plan.
In any case, the Ginyu, were a secret-task force to begin with, they'll play it his way for now. It was their job to be elusive, not welcoming any unwanted attention. But eventually, restless warmongers like the dreaded Cooler are going to ask questions, questions they need to be ready to answer.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Cold Empire…
The Ginyu, an elite group of personally selected warriors; they consist of secretive tactics and missions. Frieza's comprised privy army. They are his deal-closing incentive, the muscle, only getting involved in emergency situations, such as this.
After that vague briefing from Zarbon, Ginyu was not settling for a tale with no evidence to back it up, especially concerning the death of the mighty planet-master Frieza. He needed confirmation that this is the raw deal.
Moreover, in the captain's humble opinion, it sounded like Zarbon spinelessly fled, perhaps before Frieza was killed, if he was killed. He doubted very much that Zarbon saw anything solid, just small indicators, and never stayed long enough to confer an actual expiration.
He had to find out the truth. Zarbon could have simply abandoned their leader with no means of escape or communication and has betrayed the empire. That's what he would like to prove, even though he knew Frieza was an alien who could breath in space and in no way could Zarbon take him down. But, he would never take orders from that pampered feminist either, no way he would allow him to be leader.
What's more, he sends his top three trusted warriors, Jeice, Burter, and Guldo to the Planet Nas, where Frieza's supposed demise occurred. Ginyu kept to his word, and was discrete on details of Frieza's plausible demise. He knew any leak that the mighty dictator Frieza may be dead, it would start a chain of disastrous events leading to an inevitable universal war.
No one wouldn't take advantage of the opportunity to siege control, he knew that. His loyalties and interests lies with Frieza. That meant secrecy, even to his men, they had no clue, only that Frieza ran into some radical weaponry and horrible weather, which resulted in the loss of contact, and transportation. To sum up, they believe they're on a search and rescue mission.
Ginyu stays behind with another unit member, Recoome, and tries to contact Vegeta...
o-o-o-o-o-o
Back on Earth….
Underground Prison...
Raditz was disappointed to see his brother in such a degrading state; he didn't even have a tail.
Vegeta was right, Kakarot had become one of those weaklings, pessimistic, optimistic and exultant... and it was all (disgusting.) he thought.
He was ashamed for trying so hard to see him only to prove Vegeta right in the end. He even disrespected Vegeta, grabbed him, and for what? To claim a blubbering buffoon with a stupid doddering grin plastered on his obtuse face. It was he who no doubt had a power level of 330. Raditz could only glare at his mistake, or rather his father's for ever fertilizing him, waste of egg and sperm, truly appalling.
Vegeta on the other hand, had some issues on his mind.
Nappa snorted, equally impatient with the earthlings. "You there, woman. Why are we being caged like dogs?" he rudely called out.
Bulma regarded him like any other prisoner. "You are dogs." she states flatly, completely degrading the saiyans.
Nappa and Raditz growl offended.
However, the woman doesn't back down in terms of demeanor.
"You have a smart mouth." Nappa retorted.
Bulma scoffs. "At the moment, I have that luxury."
The lone voice from the back emerges. "At the moment. "Vegeta coldly responds.
Goku frowns at the short saiyan. "You're too angry."
Vegeta doesn't acknowledge Goku.
Nappa shakes his fist with aggression toward Goku. " So is your woman friend. Why are we here?" he repeated gruffly.
Bulma paces in front of Nappa."Why we imprisoned you? That's an obvious, yet stupid question coming from a disreputable spurn of society. You'll be arraigned soon... I hope you are not trying to gain information." she speculates his intent.
Vegeta scowls. "Of course he is, fool." he grumpily cuts in.
Bulma turns to the deep quarrelsome voice in the background, it came from the most dangerous of the three villainous aliens, who called themselves saiyans.
"What did you say?" she questions his audacity. Though, she knew she was dealing with a foreign element, she couldn't let her temper flare in order to decipher the mystery, or continue not knowing the enemy.
Vegeta looks on coldly as if looking right through her. "Don't question me, I didn't stutter." he replies spitefully. He didn't like the familiarity with these beings, they talk as if they knew their species. Assuming they speak the same language so-to-speak. But they had no inkling of what sits idly in this cold isolated cell. Three despicable creatures capable of destroying their planet with a naughty ill-natured flicker of explosive energy.
Raditz nodded with approval. "That's right, girl. Aren't we entitled to know the cause of our incarceration? If not, you goons are more backwards then I thought."
Bulma turns her nose up; these saiyans were too keen on earth's culture, very well informed. Perhaps technology so advanced tapped into the world's satellite transmission in space. The biggest and detailed source of information stored in those man-created spy information harboring beckons.
She turns her nose up. "Humph. That may have been true at one time, however. We are currently in a state of emergency, henceforth, under martial-law. Not that I'm required to inform you in our ways of handling criminal-malefactors. We have no organized judicial-system currently, it's strictly determined by military measures. And when you are arraigned you'll find that we are deemed as the judges, and if need be, executioners. Depending on the severity of the offense." she said sternly.
Nappa tugs his mustache."Then, why shackle us visitors, executioner?" he asks with a cynical tone.
Bulma grimaces. "First, don't patronize me. Second, you are not visitors, terrorists is more appropriate."
Nappa snorts his dry nose. "Terrorists then." he complies snidely.
"It's obvious, it's a precaution. You killed two of my best men." she answers simply stopping in front of him.
Vegeta scoffs sapiently, fully joining the conversation. " You're lying." he states bluntly, revealing himself from the shadows.
Bulma looks to him unsure if he's guessing or knew. "Is that a fact? You're forgetting the two you killed when you attacked us." she educated brilliantly.
Vegeta evaluates her unrelenting demeanor; she was really trying to make them believe her lie. Well then, he would just have to show, or rather disclose her failure.
He slants his head to the side patronizingly knowing it would anger her. "I was wondering when you were going to bring up that flawed display of chicanery. So... a precaution you say, deceit little woman is my forte. You know as well as I, that those two horrid-acting friends of yours are alive, and well. The unwitting instrument of death. I cannot be fooled by poor, amateurish, theatrics." He points out directly without bothering to blink. "Though, I applaud your facetious attempt, entertaining to say the least. Sarcasm aside, your friends live now because I allowed your gamble." he states with bold intimidation and brow-rising confidence. He asks just as mockingly before. "Please, prove me wrong and produce their frigid carcasses." Vegeta challenges.
Bulma shakes her head arrogantly, avoiding the challenge. " It doesn't matter. I don't need to have a valid reason for holding you here. As I stated, the rules of engagement have changed, my suspicions alone are enough. But your display of violence helped the final assessment." she rectifies slyly, it was almost believable.
He laughs. "For now. But, you know as well as I, you lie because you have nothing, and you answer to someone. Politics woman, is a universal trade, I know it well." he counters with a sneer.
She narrows her eyes, becoming frustrated by his sleek responses. "You're not civilians of this planet, and a risk to national security. And since you're not human or from this planet, you have no rights! I mean sure some near-sighted liberal coalition will probably protest to give you basic rights in the distant future, but it ain't happening now. The advantage of bureaucracy, we don't bow to extremists. We're in a state of emergency, the planet in peril is priority. And you're being held on my orders, based on my suspicion alone. So, if you insists on details, it's because you're the prime suspects behind the planets' unnatural state of deterioration, and are possibly disease carrying aliens. We're building a tight case against you, but for now, I think that's enough headway for just cause. Fear tends to motivate even the most obstinate bureaucrats to my favor." she smarted.
Still, Bulma had a feeling about this man, he was far too shrewd for her liking. He was very aware of his surroundings, too aware, and at this point, he seemed to be goading her. How could an alien know about earth criminal procedures, and their politics for that matter? Was he making these statements based on how she responds? This interrogation has becoming far more complicated, perhaps it would be better to run like mad.
o-o-o-o-o-o
Underground... Kitchen.
A dark haired woman is seen hovering over a pot full of aromatic herbs, buttered sauteed onions, lemon juices, and spices. Awaiting a particular simmer to add the tenderized marinated chicken to the special seasoned broth. She sniffs inhaling the wonderful vapors of her chicken gumbo, she smiles. Her husband was not around to ruin in like before.
FLASH BACK
A sulking man in the background drools messily. "Ah, come on Chichi! I'm dying here!" cried the man.
Chichi looks to her glutenous husband. "No, this will be your tenth helping fatass! Look, weren't you supposed to report to Tien an hour ago. I need you gone Goku so I can eat something! Food is low as it is, and you keep eating! It's not normal to eat like that!" she chastises.
Goku looks to his growling stomach, and groans. "... But I leave left overs!" he pleads pathetically.
Chichi throws a dagger, hitting Goku's dirty plate. "Nobody wants your idea of leftovers! All you leave is slobber and the bones! Not this time! I'm eating it all!"Chichi declares picking up the giant steaming pot, getting ready to pour it down her throat.
Goku looks serious. "I can't let you do that, Chichi!" he yells righteously.
Chichi smirks as the pot begin to flow into her mouth... however all she tastes is the air. "What the...FU-!?"she utters puzzled.
She looks to her husband who looks like a filthy two year old; he shrugs his shoulders as if he didn't do anything.
"Goku!"she hollers.
Goku innocent eyed, shakes his head emphatically. "What...? I didn't do anything... you ate it, I saw you!"he lied.
Chichi throws the pot, it smashes into the wall. "You bum! Get out!" she screams violently. Goku takes off seeing a demon Chichi.
"Ahh! I was doing you a favor. You would have burned yourself, hun!" Goku claims as he runs away.
END OF FLASH BACK
Chichi holds the sides of her pot protectively. "He won't get it this time!"
She stands there for a moment determined, then sighs forgivingly. "Oh, who am I kidding. I'll make him an extra plate. Boy that Goku can eat... I know it's selfish to feed him so much while everyone's suffering from starvation, and limited to what they can eat. But, my Goku is special. If food is all he asks for, then I will sacrifice my meal, for him." she says not knowing her son came into the kitchen and heard her.
He smiles warmly.
She turns around, almost at if sensed his smile. Returning to the demon she drills into him. "What are you doing here?! Get back to your tutor, Mr. Shoe!" she hollers.
o-o-o-o-o-o
The Prison...
Vegeta couldn't believe his ears; he had overestimated these bumpkins. Now, he's debating if he had any purpose for them at all. If not, he was wasting time and he did not like to waste time. But, worst, he did not like to submit. He will never admit he made a mistake, even if that meant taking these idiots with him. He refused to leave empty-handed. Kakarot was not enough for his trouble.
He studies the woman, and decides set her straight just for the thrill of seeing her break. "Humph, you are labeling under a grave misunderstanding, to the point of ignorance. Each minute, each second you waste on us is a miscalculation that will cost lives. But, that's what I came here to do, no skin off my back if you wish to allow the genocide of your brittle race."he provokes.
Bulma looks down uncertain, he seemed genuine in his predictions. However, she still didn't understand his point. "What are you talking about?" she asks seeking his knowledge.
The darkly saiyan obliges with a willful gleam. "Oh, don't you know? Your barren world is decaying as if infected by deadly strain of bacteria, but that's obvious from the initial intake of the planet. However, we (spreading his arms indicating the other warriors) have nothing to do with your planet's dysfunctional state. It's absurd really." he countered, eying the prima-donna the whole time.
Bulma makes a snide disbelieving face. "I have a really hard time believing that you happened upon here to play nice guy. You have a destructive purpose in being here, judging by your barbarous, popinjay, demeanor. I'd say, I'm on the right track. We all agree that you're not from this planet. So, who most likely could be responsible for this unexplained calamity? Why not an outsider who tried to blow us all away? That attack alone has already afflicted the earth's state, backlashing with violent storms above. I am not wrong." she states sternly.
Vegeta's glare hardens. "Yes you are, very. It's precisely why you plead your pathetically airtight case to a cynical outsider." he corrects boldly and confident.
Bulma is getting hit hard by his verbal correctness, but she had to counter and break his confident shield exposing a vulnerability. Or, he will break hers. He knew something, and she had to find out what. "And I would be a fool to ignore the possibility, even though my instincts say otherwise." She folded her arms.
Vegeta turns to the side disregardfully while grilling her. " So, you admit you have doubts, but stubbornly waste time on desperate tactics. That's much worse. As I said, absurd. And I'm willing to bet you don't have much time until you are reprimanded for your rogue actions. As if you have authority, you're just a blind vigilante." he mocks, awaiting her expressive reaction to confirm his suspicions.
Bulma remained composed staring at his rude disposition, arm to his waist side sternly, his hair demandingly piercing the sky. " I'm not surprise by your discernment. Perceptive, but this also tells me you are no stranger to being guilty of a crime, and like an odious malefactor, you would never willingly admit guilt. Lets break it down so you understand why you are in that cell. In our first encounter, you had an aggressive violent nature, seditious, sagacious and immoral. In addition, you smelled of blood, which lingered on you like cheap cologne. It was ponderous, odorous, and the big bald guy who fell asleep over there, proudly, grandstands my point." she says pointing to a drooling Nappa.
Vegeta glances at a sleeping Nappa, then back at the arrogant woman talking her head off, almost as if she were bragging about her guesswork.
Bulma continues. "Something about you is rotten, devilish even. And you embrace that ill-aura. I could tell you were up to no good. Your first instinct was to attack! Not to mention, you told me yourself how wicked you can be. You show no conscience, or remorse. I didn't jump to conclusions without you showily demonstrating it. You can't disguise a death-craving sociopath." she cleared up.
Raditz quietly watches the argumentative dispute between the two, it was interesting match to see. That girl was smart and sassy, she seemed to get his leader with some good exacting licks, licks he would never get away with... non-sexually speaking of course.
So, the most compelling argument to be made was why were they still there? Kakarot was right there in front of them and they were now wasting time themselves. It's been almost 24-hrs since landing on this diseased funk-pile. When were they going to act on the purposes for being here? Vegeta was as much of a mystery to him as this planet's ailing condition, and he simply didn't care to figure either one out. He sighs, but watched the spirited debate.
Vegeta sustains a stony disposition toward the accusing woman. "... enough of your bragging, and premature prejudicial insinuations. You think because we're not from here, means we're the cause of your pitiful planets' destruction? That kind of thinking will bury you alive." he warns the blue-eyed, clueless, female leader.
Vegeta appears to be more disappointed that she didn't know much after all.
"DESTRUCTION!" both Goku, and Bulma gasp in unison.
Vegeta leers enjoying their disgruntled faces. "Oh my, (he chortles darkly) this is rich. So naive. Is that really such a shocker? Yes, destruction, earthly-bumpkins. You didn't think it was just going to make the land exhausted and barren, excusing it as a global warming defect? This world hasn't long at all, its natural defenses weak, susceptible to many disasters. You are foolish to waste the time you have left on us, though... the attention is flattering." he laughs with a mocking hand gesture to the heart.
"You bastard!" Goku spites.
Bulma glares unforgivingly.
Vegeta was even more amused by the spirited responses. "Come now, do you honestly believe we could suck the life out of this planet when we arrived just hours before? I caution you, rushing to place culpability renders you crippled and blind to the truth that sickens this unhealthy planet. You should focus on escaping, simple-minded, stupid, inimical fools." he criticizes sourly.
Goku shakes his black carrot-top. "You're wrong!"
The quieted Raditz steps forward, sizing up the black pom-pom head Goku. Vegeta glances at Raditz, capturing his attention, wondering what he had to add.
Raditz steps in. "Silence, Kakarot. It's regretful really, earthlings's visions are so... narrow. Do really believe we came all this way to solve your earthly affairs? The planet's state is the human's affair only. However, lets expand your reduction of sight, and bring you into the fold of our true purpose. You, are one of, us!" Raditz unveils pointing to a flabbergasted Goku.
Goku is shocked and mortified. He couldn't believe he could be one of those bad guys. That stinky guy is lying! It must be a trick to get out the cell. They were really sick in the head and would try anything to provoke a reaction. Goku knew he was dealing with a different breed of enemy then he's ever faced. "What are you talking about? I've never seen you guys before in my life! Your ploy won't work." he defends, though confused why he would just lie like that.
Vegeta folds his arms confidently. "No, no ploy. That's mighty convenient. For a gutless planet-killer, you sure don't remember much, do you?" he coldly inquires.
Goku looks at Vegeta innocent-eyed. "What!?" he exclaims, breathing heavily. They were serious, the possibility stuns him, to find out he may actually be one of these killers it was a nightmare origin. The two caged saiyans seem bemused by his frightened reaction. Goku snaps his head jittery back to Raditz.
"Tell me this, Kakarot. Did you have a tail?" Raditz interrogates.
Goku frowns anxiously. "You mentioned tails before, I...I did, but it was removed for good a long time ago!" Goku recollects, holding his head in a fidgety state. A visual decade old flash-back of his tail being cut off sprang to mind.
Vegeta tenaciously grabs a hold of the cell bars. "Dreadful. You lost your greatest asset, your ability to transform. What they do, Kakarot? Get you while you were sleeping?" he questions rawly.
Raditz laughs. "Truly, your modesty shows your doubt. Still, you didn't think it at all odd that you were far stronger then these fragile beings?" he asks, not expecting an answer, just wanted him to dwell on it.
Vegeta double-teams on poor Goku, incredulously he articulates his particular speculation. " No, I bet he just thought he was a "rare" and "special" individual. How obnoxiously amusing. He actually believed he was an earthling!" he's adds amazed by the low-level saiyan's ignorance and gullibility.
Goku looks at both cruel saiyans not knowing what to say.
Raditz attacks next. "And your inherited voracious appetite, I'm certain your friends have taken notice, especially when food is so scarce. Must be a pain dealing with an inconsiderate one such as a piggish you. Hell, they've even resorted to cannibalism, using their dead for farming. All saiyans, even less-then-average flea-bag mongrels like yourself consume much more then the average human. We checked the consumption levels, you'll be amazed at what that tells us concerning internal intellectual energy utilization. Our massive usage of energy requires us to have ten times the supplemental servings. It's that raw hardy appetite that makes us stronger after we exert our intellectual power, and sets us apart from the rest. You shouldn't have to wait for digestion to take effect either, direct blood transference as our leader puts it. Oh yeah, I almost forgot this one minute detail. It always seems to slip my mind, but the fact that you are, or rather, you were capable of transforming into a massive gargantuan creature at the light of a full moon. I believe that should've given you a clue that you were not of this planet! Not even a human genetic mutation can produce a creature of that magnitude, Kakarot." Raditz drilled snidely.
Vegeta takes another stab. "So daft. Why then don't you ask your friend there, by the look on her telltale face, she's certainly witnessed this beastly transformation. She knows exactly what we are saying. That expression speaks brutish ills of the past coming forth to haunt the future. Yes, that peradventure expression bears a buried burden, and perchance one of your loving minions removed your tail during the time of sleep after an exhausting transformation. I suspect you had little control of this transformation, you can't recall, nor acknowledge your actions committed in this memory swiping state. Don't feel bad, it's common, though I can't relate. I always remember what I kill. " he speculated cleverly with a detailed possible account, that was actually quite true.
Bulma beholding demeanor told Vegeta all he need know. Her glare, was enough.
The saiyans, they were not only vicious, but relentless. Bulma grudgingly perceived, even if it may have some bearing of truth. They were ridiculing him needlessly, not given him time to breath or digest the information. Her good friend didn't look like he could handle anymore torment.
She had never seen him so distraught, but at the same time she couldn't discount the saiyan's claim. If this claim had an inkling of truth, then he had to accept what he is, and quickly resolve himself.
Still, he was her friend, and it didn't matter what his origins were, she knew him.
Bulma defends Goku."Cut it out, leave him alone! He doesn't know what you're talking about." she yelled angrily, capturing everyone's attention. "He's not one of you, he's not a monster who kills for cheap thrills!" she defends, even though she didn't quite believe they were lying. It was the line about shaping into a giant creature that unnerved her, for she did witness this peculiar transformation before. However, Goku was unaware that this transformation ever occurred from within his own body, or what he had done. Even though he surveyed with his friends the damage and devastation caused by him in his unaware, giant, rampageous, state. Lives of all kinds were lost.
His reaction to the devastation was of anger and pain that something so evil would cause so much heartache. Concerning, he revealed he had seen this calamity before and the casualties included his grandfather, friends, and bystanders. They hadn't the heart to tell him he was the cause of the death and destruction, especially since he was a kid when it happened.
Vegeta was on the money; Goku was so exhausted after transforming that's when they removed his tail. However, there were other times under extreme conditions it spontaneously grew back, and each time the tail had been removed be some similar means.
Raditz snickers seeing that Goku was traumatized. He turns to Vegeta. "What's her face, said stop." he discards. "Supposing believing we'd actually listen." he chuckles.
Vegeta scoffs. "Truly the optimist." he rejects.
Raditz turns back to his brother. "Now you understand, don't you? This is why we came to this dying dump, to get you. Let me introduce myself, I'm Raditz, your older brother."he reveals with a malicious smirk.
Bulma gasps.
Goku angrily looks at Raditz. "No, you're no brother of mine! Stop it!" Goku rejects his kin.
Raditz shakes his head. "Sorry, I won't do that. I've come too far to retrieve you. Now stupid baby brother, I'll explain exactly who, and what you are." Raditz offers, motioning for Goku to accept the challenge if he can handle the information.
Goku challenges back defiantly. "No! You don't act like any brother I'd want to have, and my name is Goku! I am an earthling! So leave me alone!" he defends voicefully.
Raditz laughs. "That's real cute, but deep down, you know I speak the truth."
Vegeta leans firmly onto the cell bars, speaking lowly to Goku. "An earthling... maybe, but human, with that hair? I think not. You will come with us." Vegeta orders.
Goku couldn't believe the guts of this guy, here he lies in prison telling him where he's going. "Never, I live here! I can't be one of you!" he defies.
Vegeta sucks in his breath heavily, exhale deeply through his nostrils. "You cannot distance yourself from what flows vigorously through your blood-lusting veins, Kakarot. For it is the source of your strength, the creation of your being, and it is what lead us to you."
Goku looks down, starting to consider the claim. "No... I"
Vegeta scoffs. "You're already defeated by the possibility. Humph, a mental cripple, too weak to face your origin and those killed by your savagery, so you deny your blood. Hoping it to not be true, pity." he exposes the truth, Goku didn't want to believe.
"I-I don't believe it, you're lying!" Goku protested resistantly.
Vegeta looks smug. "Maybe I am, hard to tell." he mocks purposely causing uncertainty and confusion. He looks to Bulma."How about woman, are we lying?" he asks knowing she couldn't deny the possibility.
"How are you doing that?"Bulma evades, she took notice of something everyone else didn't catch because of the intensity of the moment.
Vegeta turned to her, now gripping the surrounding bars. "Doing what?" He asks with a bothered snarl.
Raditz moved from his corner and motioned with his hand for Kakarot to come to the end of the cell, opposite from Vegeta.
Bulma resumes. "With the bars, why doesn't it effect you?" she asks, puzzled.
Vegeta has a cheeky downcast expression, swaying his finger and head . "Ah, ah, ah, you're catching on too slow. Besides, you have some explaining to do yourself. For instance, you were waiting for us when we arrived. Tell me, how did you know of our approach?" he asks moving in, curious to hear her response. "I suggest you hurry with an answer, clearly I'm losing patience." he says knowing that he unthinkingly displayed his abilities, meaning he was just about done with the earthlings.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Tch, you're far more keener then I ever imagined. Why, such an enlighten, personified, creature such as you, should be able to figure it out, on your own. I mean it's obvious you must've studied our planet beforehand to be so knowledgeable of it." (Vegeta twitched at her demeaning remark.)
(She pointed to Goku indicating him, who was conversing with his new found brother, only it wasn't a happy family reunion.)
"Goku, he was the one who felt your dark energy approaching from afar. He said it was a radical power, and never felt such horrible overwhelming malice. Naturally, we assumed you were that power, and that you were also responsible for the planet's inevitable fatal decline. I still believe that you have no good intentions in coming here, for Goku, or not. Though, I'm not entirely convinced of your involvement with the planet's state. You don't seem to be that patient." she said flatly, her blue peepers looking condescendingly.
Vegeta looks down in thought, ignoring her dismissing comment. "So, it is as I thought, you have the ability to lower your power, but also, sense it. You merely confirmed my suspicions. But, now is not the time for omissions. Your survival depends on each word you utter. Don't hold anything back, never know, it could just save your life." he threatens an odd proposal.
Bulma obviously puzzled, tilts her head in response. "Excuse me?"
Vegeta dark eyes of unearthed coal, remain aloof and distant. "Need to be quicker. I know your perception ability isn't the only way of disguising your life-energy. Not even controlling your energies would the scanner read zero energies, not for this many living civilians. There's no way an ill-breed species would have that much control in unison. It is something you invented, correct?"he interrogates.
Bulma didn't answer, and starts to walk over to Goku seeing what was transpiring between the two, but stopped dead in her tracks by Vegeta's roaring voice.
)"Don't you dare snub me!"( Vegeta hollers, and expels a fiery punishing energy inches away from her face. As she felt the breezing scalding heat, she reactively turns.
Goku immediately becomes defensive, sensing the grueling malice he harbored, the same latent energy he sensed in space. He wondered what he was up to. This guy was more powerful then he imagined, this is just a small extent of that inner sealed power. That ruthless energy escapes from his unguarded temper, it appears to hint at a larger scale of unyielding power. A heated fragile core, the dark heart made of lava bursting rock, its thumping pulse a random trigger switch wanting to be unleashed. Its racing energy flees wildly through uncontrolled pressurized fissures, and his emotions were the twitch to set it off.
Raditz slaps the bars with a pillow lying about to get his brother's easily distracted attention as it burn once hitting the gate. And as expected, he turn to look. "Never mind them, lets continue our conversation Kakarot, or it's going to get very ugly, very fast. You mustn't upset the prince." he warned.
Goku observes the situation, it seem Vegeta only wanted to scare her, or get her attention, he reasoned. He reluctantly went back over to his brother, he believe the threat was very real, he will only agitate the situation.
Bulma stares at Vegeta, petrified of his temper.
" Don't ever walk away from me!" Vegeta demands forcefully, necessitating his need for subjugation. He hooks the cell bars furiously exacting his anger, bending and cracking the titanium metal he held onto. Fire, all she could see was his raging fire.
Bulma quickly regains her senses, and brushes off his violent outburst adamantly. Notwithstanding, she couldn't shake the eery feeling that filled the atmosphere with an uninviting stench like farting smokestacks. She had to pull it together, and pretend not to be unnerved by his abrupt chilling attack. If she showed the slightest bit of weakness, she felt it would mean death. "Oh, I'm sorry, were you offended by my caring less of what you had to say? Listen here, mad little man. I will turn my back, especially on you. " she roasts nonchalantly, trying hard to show he had no effect on her.
However, he counters just as snidely. "I see, you hold me in such high regard. How bold, but the dread in your eyes didn't escape me, executing your pathetic farce. Don't attempt to beguile me, you cannot pretend not to be unhinged. I know it to be mere display. The fear cries heavily from your uncertainties, I can taste it. I'm certain by now you realize this poorly designed cell will not hold us."he confidently goaded.
Bulma scowls with a vengeful counter. "Then, you chose to be captured. I don't think you want to be released, otherwise, you would have never allowed yourself to be imprisoned in the first place, creep. " she finished.
Bulma turns to Goku more interested in helping him to come to terms.
"It is unwise to sass me. " Vegeta utters bitterly.
But she wasn't sassing, just stating the facts to an ass. The restrained earth girl heard him quite well, but chose to ignore, despite his earlier rampage. She observes, Goku and Raditz talking some distance away. Watching those two argue, she could see the saiyan's claim of Goku being saiyan was highly plausible. For one, she noticed the cultural and racial similarities, distinctive black eyes, gravity-defying, thick, freakishly-spiky, hair (without holding-spray, gel, or mousse.) Muscularly robust body structures, and lastly, the tails. She wondered why she hadn't notice the tails before; she was a skilled agent in profiling, yet she was less observant. But to their credit, the saiyans suppressed their tails around the waist, appearing to be a supportive belt, whereas, Goku let his hang loosely and lazily. Then, she recalled Yamcha in that strangle hold.
( Could he have, no, no way? No one could possibly be that strong, not even Goku could penetrate that barrier I made. But he did, without consequence. Perhaps there's a weakness I neglected to research. How did he find it though? ... but, what if it was his strength alone? Hmn, perhaps he means what he says. He's far more powerful then Goku and the rest of us combined by a factor of ten. What are we going to do?) She thought comprehensively, and a bit stubbornly. ( It's odd, this threat he talks of destroying the planet, it's as if it's beneath the planet's surface. If it's like he claims, then one of us would have sensed its dark aura long ago. The only dark-energy we felt, were the saiyans. And what was he talking about, zero life-readings...? I have no clue, but I think it's best to let him believe that I do. ) Bulmaplots to herself.
She notices a sudden movement on the ground, Yamcha was coming to.
(Real bad timing. I should've called for back up. Yamcha needs immediate medical attention.) she thought. ( I'll have to make due for the time being, I must calm the situation and learn some information in the process, at Yamcha's expense. There's just no time to be practical or rational. Moreover, the energy scan wasn't enough to collect hard figurative data on the saiyans. Their leader... I need to think of a way to siphon some of his power to see what we are dealing with. He's not going to give it willingly. Unfortunately, I can see he's toying with us... but why? And, for how long? I'll have to use his arrogance and curiosity to my advantage.)
"What is your intent by feigning weakness? I doubt it's just for Goku. " she asks bluntly.
Vegeta looked at her expressionless; his face a stone mask of hate. He was beginning to come back to his burning previous convictions. Though, she did have a point, such directness was compelling.
"I feigned no weakness... I simply haven't exerted my energy to its fullest potential, yet. Besides, what I choose to do with my abilities is of no concern to you." he dismisses the question, noticeably withdrawing from conversation.
Bulma glared at his outlandish remarks. " Yes, it is. I think you're avoiding the question I asked you."
Vegeta remained expressionless. "Oh, I'm so impressed, (Yawns) you just stated the obvious. This repartee, is it leading to something?" he asks straightforward, anilines in his eyes of coal dulled.
She stands opposite of the cell, and silently regards him. (Vile crossbred gorilla! He's irritating, it's those beady little devil eyes of his! Bawdy little monkey!) she cursed mentally. She couldn't believe how offensive his rude yawning was. But she never thought to utter such immature practices aloud, it wasn't classy, rather a childish rant she would keep in mind. However, in the same regard, she did not like to be taken lightly, he may be more powerful, but power is not the only strength. When one is stronger you must exercise less then favorable methods to take down a dangerous foe. Methods that don't require any physical exertion at all, only to activate devices designed to kill with chemical mixtures, fungus, poisons, deadly bacteria and stored viruses to be use in extreme purposes such as this. These are the five deadly venoms of the universe, everyone's equal weakness.
"How crass." she says crossed, tempted to use those unfavorable methods now.
Vegeta looks down upon her. "Crass indeed. I have no regard for you, your swelled ego, or your sniveling kind." he says impassively, brushing her off completely.
Bulma's eyes snap open. " I could have you skinned alive… but, I thought of something more productive. You're right, I do want something from you. We have little time left, and I'm forced to request your insight. I need to see the extent of your power, and then, I'll release you!" she flipped the script.
Vegeta was silent at first, but then gradually begun to laugh. "Hah aha haha, what!? Not only is this idea devoid of any wisdom or interest, but it is completely insane. I won't help you. It's time to realize you have no control over the situation." he states sternly.
(Bulma looked shocked as he glared at her through the bars.) "You misunderstood me, I- " she stumbles over her words.
He cuts her off.
"Give it a rest, you know I didn't. You must think me some daft fool. There's no time to play silly games. Your planet is dying. This disease is incurable, and judging by its dilapidated state, it must have started from the bottom of your unexplored seas. The parasite homing in on the nerve center of the earth's underbelly undetected, there is no stopping its destruction now. Its already over, your world sapped of water, plant-life, cracking the foundation through land sinking quakes and slides, its exposure is the end. I suggest you get out... now. First, the storm. Then, the red. Not that I care for your well-being, but I've come across these dastardly organisms before, I simply hate them more. Arguably, the most unforgiving species to ever have been spawned, aside from myself, it is no way to die. You will not survive it, of that I am certain." He spoke with disturbing bass, it was obvious he took this matter personal.
Bulma's calm expression became that of fear, and anger. "How dare you?! What do you know of our world? You've been here, what, a couple of hours, and think you know what we've been through!? Anything could be the cause of this, it doesn't have to be some colossal parasites or whatever. You can't diagnose just by looking. We can't detect it, and we can't sense this evil you talk of. And here you sit in this cell, proudly. If you're so damned concerned, then why are you here killing time? You should be gone!" Bulma challenges.
Vegeta sighs relieved, savoring the moment of fear. "Ah, finally... anxiety, the nerve-racking wails of self-empathy... music. But, you do have a valid argument. I think you find the answer to that question more disturbing however." he says in a regardful manner, almost hiding his sneer from plain sight.
The agitated woman's demeanor suggests she accepts the challenge looking at his demented psychotic disposition. "Oh, try me. There's nothing you can say that will surprise me, nothing." she challenged confidently.
Vegeta doesn't move an inch, his only movement was his mouth as his eyes stayed glued to her face, anticipating a deliciously frightful reaction. This was his stimulation, his arousal. "Really, you have me pegged out, heh. Well, I suppose it has nothing to do with you earthlings or your trivial affairs at all. Raditz came for his brother, but I came, for reasons of my own."he embellishes with his signature menacing tone.
Bulma was losing patience and interest in his drawn-out little game.
"And?" she questions trying to avoid eye-contact, getting enervated by how he stood like a leering mannequin, unmoving, it's almost as if he froze in place.
Distantly, he slowly folds his arms indifferently. "Nothing," he says looking away.
She wrinkled her brows confused, but relieved, "Nothing?"she inquires.
He walks as close as he could to her within the confines of the cell, his head slightly peering out between the gaps."No. Nothing. I don't believe I've ever left a planet without seeing to its destruction. Yes, I'm here to watch it all flush away by my hand, or another's, it make no difference. It's what I was made to do, it is what I live for, it is my only haven to witness the end of it all. Your end, little earthling, orchestrated in the symphony of unimaginable terror. To suffer endlessly in the demonic cesspool of sin, and trapped forever in the gates of fire can only be described as heavenly bliss in my eyes. So, when I say nothing, earth-girl I mean the complete evaporation of wonderful life in place of ugly, eternal, silencing, damnation!" he revealed looking grimly, having a seriously derange ambiance.
Bulma was aghast, it was written all over her face. She truly didn't expect that answer, something close to that nature, but he it uttered so matter-factly, it was disturbing... just as he knew it would be, because it was his truth. There was no amusement or teasing in his eyes, this was his reality, and it was just so backwards. Her mouth agape in a horrified manner unable to hide from him any longer, what's worse, he knew it. In fact, he waited for it. "I... was wrong." she submitted, crumbling from her earlier confidence, literally crumbling from his truthful revelation. The planet and the people in it were in deep ca-ca.
At that moment, Vegeta moves some distance back. " I've overindulged in my desire to know, and the need to rape you of your confidence. I don't believe I've ever been this inclined to talk so much with an outsider... or an insider for that matter. It was... an enlightening experience as one may put it." Vegeta's tone was mechanical, lacking in any real emotion but the willingness to torment. He coldly steps back like crushing ice. "I'm no longer invested."
Despite his answer, he was somewhat puzzled by his action, suppose she was the first outsider to bring it to his attention. He was forced to think of her argument, why was he still there, truly? Was it to kill time, watch the destruction, or was it something else... any cause, it was clear now he had no further interest in being social. Unrepentantly, his discussing of this planet's destruction, triggers an unpleasant reminiscence of his past, a deadly encounter he miraculously outlived. The uncontrollable event instantly consumes his senses. His explosive rage builds, humidifying the hostility in the room with an intrusive venom. The amplified vehemence clouds his judgement, controlled by the possessive fury, it engulfs his soul. The steaming energy boils... initiating a capricious unheralded episode. It was time...
o-o-o-o-o-o
Raditz and Goku, were in an intense argument about who Goku was, and what, he is! The two battled restlessly. Goku repeatedly tells Raditz his name is Goku, not Carrot, or whatever they had said his name was.
Raditz was angered at Kakarot's rejection of his blood. To brazenly insult the name their father bequeathed him, it was his birth name! Raditz felt it simply outrageous. (He is a saiyan, whether he likes it, or not!)
Goku did not like it, he had heard about the saiyans from the great deity, Kami. Though, he told him during a training exercise, and he assumed it to be a made-up story to get him to focus. Furthermore, Kami did not paint a pretty picture about his blood race, and he never mentioned just how powerful they were, or that they were still living. He believed he was much stronger. To make matters worse, Kami omitted the fact, Goku was also a saiyan... maybe he didn't know. He truly hoped that was the case.
He's confused, needed to ask Kami, why? Why hadn't he told him? However, Kami wasn't on the planet, neither was Piccolo for that matter. The Namekian natives were summoned by a superior being called, Shin. Apparently, he's the supreme kai, which none of them knew he had even existed. The mysterious character, Shin appeared one day while, Goku was training at Korin's tower. Goku saw the little purple guy with a white-Mohawk speaking with, Piccolo, and Kami. He couldn't hear what was going on, only that Piccolo and Kami, said they were going to some planet called, Nerd! ... or something to that nature. They also said he couldn't go that he was needed on earth. Popo cried and had take over the earth's guardian's responsibilities.
Oblivious to Kakarot's daydreaming, Raditz continued on until he notices Vegeta gathering energy.
"Well, it's about freaking time he came to his senses. Yes! Finally out of this earthling shit-hole!" cackled the burly warrior.
Goku instinctively snaps his head at his brother's annoying laugh; he soon realizes the danger that they all were in, and Bulma was too close to the cell to get away in time. "No! Bulma, watch out!" shouts Goku springing into action.
Goku hurries sensing a deep transgression, a severely sinister intensified latent energy awakening from within that murderously nefarious saiyan. It was detrimental he curtail the force; this was a fraction of the power he held. He runs as fast as possible to protect Bulma from the detonation he fears would blast her apart.
The air sucks in like a four-cycle thieving vacuum, subsuming the air quality of those who draw breath. And silence robs the lower level of sound. Then a dull hiss, increasing into a savage roar exerting from the desponded saiyan.
Goku wildly rushes the confounded Bulma to safety whilst the murderous roar screamed a strafing flash of venom, evaporating the surrounding cells.
Evanescent, Vegeta's land erasing attack.
Yamcha finally awakes, only to be knocked out again by the surging crimson wave.
The detonation struck the bottom level of the cavernous underground, filling it up with fogging dust, congestive smoke, and blinding debris.
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Nappa took a nap bored out of his wits, nearly pissed his pants from the sudden shock of an explosive boom that nearly burns him alive.
"Fuck Vegeta! You could've warned a saiyan! Damn it!" swore a groggy and severally wounded Nappa dressed in dilapidated armor. The heat was so direct and intense the metal in his armor burned feverishly into his skin, fusing with outer tissue layers. His hand feels against his slightly singed maroon face, pulling some melted skin off. He winces."Argg fucking shit!" He cursed, venting his agony.
Nappa seemed shaken by the reckless attack, pulling his skin away from his melted armor. He breaks the skin and bleeds out. He covers his hemorrhaging wound with cauterizing energy, stopping the bleeding, and burning the wound closed. He looks around panting, holding his chest with one hand. The subsurface was no place to be using a blast of that caliber. However, as unpredictable and incidental Vegeta attack was, it seemed to be very well contained. If Vegeta exerted all his power at once there would be no ground to speak of. In any event, he just seemed to be blowing off some steam... and Nappa's armor, also singing his burly man chest-hair
The cantankerous saiyans are within their usual battle element, accustom to this type of harsh environment, especially with Vegeta constantly blowing his stack. It was easier for them to adapt and recuperate.
Raditz shakes the mounting debris off. He looks around; the smoke dissipates a little. More importantly, he saw there were no restraints left to exercise confinement.
Raditz then focused on a heated incandescent Vegeta, glowing in a white and red outre brilliance. His energy amplified, rage so intense it super heats an extreme aura of blazing white.
"Vegeta... ah... what do you want to do with my brother? Kill him, leave him, or what?" he asks, a bit nervous seeing the displaced vacant look on Vegeta's face.
Vegeta did not answer.
Raditz rushes to Vegeta. "Vegeta, snap out of it! AHH!" he yells getting fired up by Vegeta's anger, his arm catches blazing fire as it rides up his arm. He stepped back alarmed by the severe intensity, shaking the rapid fire off. He exhausts the flame quickly before it does lasting damage.
His leader captures his attention, he observes the impenetrable firebrand, moving in closer to the saiyan. He could see that he was not that far gone as he first thought. However, his third-degree burns stressed caution.
"Get away from me!'' Vegeta demanded slapping the taller Raditz back with energized force. "Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me." he hollers.
He growls lowly and menacingly panting with fury still ablaze in his eyes.
Raditz stumbles back a few feet tripping over himself and crashing into the ruined background. He look to Vegeta. "Vegeta, you looked a little over the edge! I thought-" claimed Raditz. His eyes wondered over to where a swollen Yamcha resided. (How in the hell does he keep surviving?) He thought amazed. Then he looked back to Vegeta and could see a vein pulsating.
Vegeta's head snaps in his direction. "What was that!?" he demands steaming in exhaustion, condemning Raditz with a glare. "You need worry about yourself. If you ever touch me again, I will incinerate you alive." he vowed.
Raditz backing away to give him room before he gets blasted. "Understood. So ah..." he gets abruptly cut off.
"I heard every needless word you uttered. As far as that mentally-challenged commoner is concerned, we're taking him. Kakarot will no longer live the life of subtlety. He's a saiyan, it's time that he learned the hell a true saiyan endures!" Vegeta ordered with contempt.
Raditz nodded in agreement. "What about the loud harpy and the puny office boy? (Raditz could see that Goku and Bulma were knocked-out from the blast.
" Hmn..." Vegeta was thinking about ditching them to rot on the planet, they were useless to him... but then again. "Leave them, I have no use for those two. Let them suffer in blight that is to come, knowing the hell they face amuses me to no end." he condemns wickedly.
Nappa shook his head. " Wait Vegeta, someone's coming."
"I know... the rescue party, I presume." Vegeta says hearing the sounds of angry feet, looking in that direction tiredly.
Raditz looks intently. "Hmm, I- oh wow." he rolls his eyes.
Raditz gets cut short by a husky announcement of a beastly woman, a bald midget, and a child with a tail running toward the commotion the saiyans had caused.
"What the hell is this? The Calvary, is this supposed to be a challenge? Some army." said Raditz with hand to his forehead.
That's it for now, to be continued…
Next time on The Perfect Blue: Vegeta has to deal with Chichi's armpit wrath! A sudden attack! Vegeta's dreams. What happens to the Ginyu force when they reach Nas! Does Captain Ginyu ever get in touch with Vegeta? Does Vegeta blow his stack and kill everyone after finding out he was adopted!? Scandalous! All this and more in the next exciting episode of The Perfect Blue.