Woo, I'm on a roll this week! ^^ Hopefully I can keep this up for a few days to chapter 10! Thank you for the many reviews and I'm glad you guess enjoy the story so far. I'd like thank AznPuffyHair for his loyal critisism; it helps me think, it truly does! You help out so much and probably don't even know it! xD
By the way, there a quote that is from a Dragon Ball Z game that in *"--"* to anyone that guesses what game it's from, I'll give you a digital cookie! ^^
Well, enjoy this chapter and I'll hopefully get the next one out soon! ^^
Is It Over?
It took hours to clean up the mess that had nearly resulted in the death of her best friend, but Selina was able to drag Frieza back to bed, clean up Jo's cut and set her on the couch and then explain to the police (lying partly of course) that robbers had broken in and tore the place up but didn't take anything. She figured the police took them for mentally unhealthy. They took Jo to the hospital and Selina prayed that Jo wouldn't tell them exactly what she saw.
Now she sat on the couch, her hand to her forehead and her eyes closed as she had leaned her head back. Everyone else was asleep so she had no idea what she was going to do when they woke up. Opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling with distant eyes.
Frieza; she needed to know more about him now. From what she saw, he was more than dangerous; catastrophic more like.
But didn't he already warn her about himself. He told her that he ruled planets, destroyed an entire race and caused countless people pain.
So why did it seem like he didn't sound so sure of himself. It sounded unbelievable, yes but he spoke like it was everyday news. Was he notorious or something? Selina groaned when her head began to hurt.
"You sound like shit." A raspy voice spoke up suddenly. If Selina hadn't thought that voice familiar she would have jumped. She looked over at Frieza in the doorway, his arms crossed and leaning against the frame.
"And you look like shit, so we're even."
It was true, his eyes didn't hold their usual fire of dominance and coldness in them and his voice was softer. She thought, for a moment, that he might have changed in some way. As if to prove her wrong, his scowl came back and he barked at her.
"Fucking human! I'll continue where I left off on you if you keep that attitude up." The threat really didn't hold much against Selina and she laughed.
"I bet you would, but right now I'm actually really tired", She turned her head again and resumed her position of her hand over her head but added as an after thought, "Thanks, by the way, for making those men run away." Her response was muttered, but not unheard before she fell asleep.
Frieza stared at the woman that had fallen asleep and snorted, "Who falls asleep sitting up. . ?" Turning away, he made his way back to the bed that was made for him and curled up comfortably, keeping his injuries in mind. He stared out the window of the room at the midnight stars and frowned, I'll get back to my empire. I'll kill that monkey and I'll take back my honor.
He soon fell asleep, thinking about what he would do with the girl once he was healed. Kill her or simply leave, he wasn't sure. Killing her wouldn't bring much satisfaction with the disgusting urge he was feeling. He felt it before, when he was younger, and bit back the urge to puke:
Guilt.
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"Vegeta, it's a match!" Bulma cried in relief, looking at the computer after Goku had been injected with the serum. It flashed with a sign that signified a clean match with no flaws. Son would be healed, finally!
"Woman, re-analyze your conclusion! Kakarot isn't taking the serum well at all!"
"What?" Bulma's elated composure shattered in an instant and she clambered from the chair and away from the table to watch Goku from beyond the window.
He was convulsing! Violently, at that! Panic struck her mercilessly and she ran into the room as Vegeta tried to hold the larger saiyan down. Seeing as Goku was stronger, Vegeta had some trouble but the virus had weakened him considerably, "Vegeta, are you ok?!" She asked, worried for the saiyan prince as well.
He growled in anger when she asked his well-being, "It's Kakarot you should ask, not ME!"
"He is slightly stronger than you so a stray punch could-"
"WHAT?!"
"UGH, Vegeta what are we going to do?!" She glanced at the status graph and paled, "He's degrading faster than before!"
"Fuck, Bulma get the dragon radar!" Vegeta commanded, an idea sparking in his mind. Bulma blinked and, with a glare from the prince, nodded shakily and ran off. Vegeta focused his attention on Goku and raised his fist before swinging it down into Goku's abdomen and knocking him unconscious.
"Shit, why'd you do that, Vegeta?!" Bulma yelled before throwing the radar at him. He caught it easily and walked out of the room.
"I'm going to look for the dragon balls and wish for an antidote; right now that's all we can do."
"Vegeta, do you think it'll work?" Bulma asked meekly.
"I don't know!" He screamed, red in the face, "but it's our only chance!" Then he was gone, the door shut and Bulma left standing afraid for her friend and looked to the table. Tears jumped to her eyes and she let out a small broken sob.
"Please hurry, Vegeta. . ."
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"Hm, finding the dragon balls shouldn't be so hard with this device", Vegeta muttered, his hand clicking the top of the device. Seven blips appeared on the screen and Vegeta smirked, "Alright, I'll zoom in to this one." Clicking the button on the radar, he found the closest one to be thirty miles off the coast of East City.
It's close, Vegeta thought with a grin before he chose his direction and blasted from the lawn.
The quest for five of the dragon balls were far less difficult than Vegeta had thought them to be and, for a large portion of the trip, was enchanted by the idea of gaining immortality once more. He could never die, and only get stronger and he would surpass that clown, Kakarot.
He landed on the sands of the Sahara Desert and snorted at the heat, "And humans make such a big deal of this place, pathetic!" His cold gaze returned to the radar and levitated across the sand until he came to the site of the dragon ball. He stopped and held out his hand, releasing a weak 'kiaho' and had to cover his face from the stray bits of sand that nearly got in his eyes.
He didn't miss the shine of the dragon ball, though and caught it effortlessly in the air. He grinned at his prize and flew in the direction of the seventh and final dragon ball. It was no easy task either.
It was diplomacy.
"Listen, give me your stupid dragon ball or I'll destroy this entire village in an instant!"
"Wh-What?! No, we w-won't!"
"So be it."
Vegeta held up his hand menacingly, holding it up high for all to see before creating a large ball of energy. This changed the minds of the tribes people very quickly and even earned him some extra food.
He stayed behind for a small snack (half the food he got) and left with all seven dragon balls and a conflicted desire.
Immortality, or Kakarot. . . Vegeta snarled, "This isn't a hard fucking decision!" He set all the dragon balls down and summoned the dragon, the sky becoming dark and, soon, Vegeta stared at the dragon of Earth.
It was now or never, "Dragon, Kakarot is suffering from a disease that is seemingly incurable. Can you create a serum?"
The dragon's growls sent chills down Vegeta's spine as he spoke, "Yes, give me but a moment."
Vegeta scowled, he didn't have a moment to spare. He folded his arms and waited, becoming impatient with every second that passed.
"There, it is done," the voice boomed, "Farewell and till the next summoning." With a flash of light and a thunderous roar, the dragon dissipated and the dragon balls shone brightly before spinning and flying off to become stone for another year.
Vegeta felt a bottle in his hand and looked at the contents. One pill inside; the miracle pill Vegeta guessed.
"Well", Vegeta huffed, "I better get this back to Kakarot, the fucking clown." He muttered his curses as he took off into the sky, "Why the hell did I bother. . ?"
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When Selina awoke, the first task she did was call up the hospital Jo was taken to and ask if she was ok. The doctors replied that she hadn't awakened yet and feared she may have suffered a coma; the thought frightened her so much.
"Yes. . . Thank you, I will. . . Of course, thank you very much, good bye." Selina clicked the 'end' on her cell phone and flipped it closed, holding it to her chest. This is the worst case scenario, Selina thought grimly and her grip tightened.
Damn him.
She hated him.
He deserved to die.
Selina closed her eyes and bit her lip; her thoughts and desires scared her. She never liked hurting anyone but what he did made her so angry on the inside.
Was it his fault? Yes, very much so!
Could she do anything about it? Yes-! Or. . At least she thought she could. .
"Human, I need your assistance!"
Huh? What did she just hear? "Frieza? Did you just say-?"
"Yes, get in here! NOW!"
With a groan at his command, she walked into the bedroom she let him use and, preparing to ask what he destroyed now, she stopped instantly at what she saw.
Frieza, with his tail lashing out behind him, was almost healed completely. He stood proudly with his chest puffed forward and his arms crossed. She wondered if his fever was gone and what he could be frowning about. Just as the words were about to come out of her mouth, he held up his tail and she paused at the gesture. It felt like a command similar to 'silence' and Selina felt strangely compelled to listen.
"I have called you in here to assert my desire to go to the hospital."
"Huh? A-Are you sick-?" This sudden desire made her wonder but she didn't quite get the point.
"N-No, you idiot", Frieza hissed, trembling with anger, "your friend is there isn't she?"
"Yes, but why would you want to see her?" This was getting a little too strange for her liking.
Frieza stared at her for a moment, a bead of sweat on his face and a simple shade of red on his cheeks. Why was he doing this?! WHY did he care?! His fist was clenched before he spoke, uncertain of his words.
"I will. . see the extent of the damage. I-", he found he couldn't continue, his pride already near-death from the blows. With a scoff, he turned away from her, "Figure it out for yourself." He muttered.
"When do you need to get there?" Was that her voice that was so calm and confident?
"Tonight is appropriate."
"You're paying."
"W-What?"
Selina smirked, "That's right. I know you don't have money so I'm calling it an 'owe me'." Frieza gapped at her negotiation and stepped forward.
"Now hold on, you don't have control over me-!"
"Mhm, ok", Selena mumbled as if she were pretending to hear him, "when do you want to leave again?"
* "Ohh, you've got some nerve!" *
Selina looked him over and frowned, "You need clothes." Frieza gave her an insulted grimace.
"I never had any complaints on the way I look without clothes."
"Has anyone ever stood up to you to tell you?"
". . . Yes, but they're all dead." Selina stopped talking right there and changed the subject back on track.
"I don't know what it was like in your culture or whatever but you need you have clothes on or people will freak and someone like you would make anybody freak out", She shuddered at the thought of the press, the police, and random people crowding her and taking Frieza as an experiment, "No offense." She added later.
Frieza thought for a moment and turned to look out the window at the people in the street, "Loathe as I am to agree with you, I must." He turned back to her, "What do you have?"
"Erm. . . "Selina paused to think on the question, "actually, I don't really have anything in you're size." The lord rolled his eyes.
"Figures you wouldn't; what else do you suppose do?"
Selina swallowed and sat down on the bed, thinking quickly. One idea came to her, though it ridiculous
through and through. However, before she could stop herself, she blurted it out:
"We could steal the body?"
". . . Come up with something else because I'm not stealing a fucking body. I dispose of bodies."
A shiver ran through Selina, "I didn't need to know that."
Frieza grinned down at her, "Yes, you did. Consider it extra information for the future."
"Fuck you. . ."
"Heh, I feel like I'm getting used to these insults from a lower-class piece of dirt like you."
"The hell is your problem-?!"
Soon Selina and Frieza, clearly forgetting their 'battle of the plans', were soon in an argument that would strive to wake up many of the neighbors and destroy any reconciliation either would have.
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With Vegeta -
Bulma watched as Vegeta pried open and held down the struggling Goku in pain and, with much effort to keep from getting bitten, shoved the pill into Goku's mouth, clamped it shut and eased it down his throat.
Bated second felt like hours before they saw Goku's convulsions gradually slow to a halt and see him breathing normally again. Bulma's legs gave out from below her and she fell over in a faint of relief. Vegeta glanced at the woman and snorted, picking her up and walking out the door.
It had been a rough day, Goku coming back, getting a virus, Vegeta flying around to get the dragon balls to get Goku's medicine and now this. He too felt drained.
As he made it up the stairs to where he knew the woman slept (he had followed her many times out of curiosity) he made a mental note to tease the woman about how many stairs there were. He bashed open the locked door and walked to the bed, setting her down soon after and staring at her with an expressionless face before leaving.
Did most human women seem this beautiful?
. . . WHAT THE FUCK?!
Fighting to keep from bashing his head against the door, Vegeta stomped out of the room and to his G.R.
Training first, then sleep!
Yay, digital cookie to the who figures out where the quote in *--* came from! ^^Yes, I added a little BxV in there for a fanbase that has a considerable amount of popularity xD (I'm not a large fan but I like the couple^^)
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