DON'T TELL GOKU, VEGETA'S DEAD!
CHAPTER 7 – Death by kitty-cat.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.
This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Ideologically Sensitive.
A/N: -thought- "speech" (mental speech)
The ship that held the saiyan prince was now scattered amongst the expanse of space and would now join the rest of the unclaimed refuse of the galaxy. The prince was no more. He had been blotted out in the blink of an eye by none other than a feline that weighed less than four pounds.
Bulma stared at the static filled image on the screen in horror. "Oh my Kame! What have I done?" She stared on in disbelief as something shot through her. It was unfamiliar to feel such a thing when Vegeta was involved however how small it was.
Scratch sat atop the desk licking his paw eyes closed with the remote half hidden under his small little frame. The cat had stolen what was to be her victory. It was done. She had gotten what she wanted, but it was tasteless… joyless... She was depressed, but she shrugged the thought off to not being able to enjoy being the one to press the button and deliver the prince's doom. No, she was the architect and the damn cat was the one to release the final keystroke in her plan. –What a letdown.-
She was about to head up to her room when she bumped into a wall that shouldn't have been there. It was solid but warm. –Warm?- "G-Goku!" She leapt backward in fear and onto the desk where she nearly squashed Scratch. The cat screeched and bolted out of the room from his near death experience of death by booty.
"Hiya, Bulma." He said in his merry way.
She gulped at the man's presence. Before rational thought took over, she thought she was again in the company of the Saiyan prince. One form of panic was quickly replaced with the other as she took on her new fear. "How much d-did you see?"
"Oh, I arrived about the time you were looking at your TV there and said something to it. I can't remember what. Did you break it or something, Bulma?" Goku spoke innocently as he scratched the back of his head.
"No…" She spoke very quietly before Goku became bored and changed the direction of the conversation. He hated when Bulma went into her long explanations about mechanics and felt it best to get to the point of his visit.
"Hey… the reason I came by was to ask if Vegeta was around, but I can't sense his ki anywhere. I thought you might know."
"Ummm-uhhh… He went into space." She spoke more quietly than before.
"Really? Well do you know when he'll be back?" Goku asked earnestly. He was eager to begin a sparring match and the excitement shone in his eyes.
"I don't know that he's coming back, Goku. I don't know if he c-will come back."
"Sure he will, Bulma. He said he would aid us in the fight against the androids. It would insult his pride too much to not return when he gave his word. He may be many things, but a liar or coward isn't among that number." Goku seemed to choose than moment to become insightful and Bulma prayed that it wouldn't roll over to anything else lest she be found out. "You'll let me know when he makes it back won't you?" He finished with a chipper smile before he departed with his instant transmission.
Bulma's tension riddled body became as liquid and she slipped down to the floor. She had almost been caught. Her father's pesky cat sat at the door cocking its head at her. Bulma removed one of her slip-on shoes and threw it at the damned creature venting her anger upon it as if this whole thing was solely its fault. In reality if that cat hadn't accidently pressed the button she would have been caught for sure.
With a heavy sigh she got up from the floor and crept up the stairs to her room. She entered her room and shed her lab coat discarding it haphazardly on the floor. She kicked off her remaining shoe before she flopped face down on her bed. Somehow through all of the stress she went immediately to sleep.
Vegeta stood before a massive mahogany desk and behind the desk there was a massive red ogre. The name on the name plate as inscribed in plain black letters 'King Yemma'. The colossal ogre sifted through mounds of paperwork refusing to deign Vegeta with any kind of response. Vegeta was about to voice his distaste but was interjected by the appearance of what he could only assume was Piccolo's withered sire. The Earth-Namek walked over and stood silently at the saiyans side.
Vegeta had grown overly impatient and thought that now was the time to make his presence know to the massive red judge. "Are you quiet finished? I do have engagement in Hell that I don't want to late for!"
Yemma raised his black brows in mock surprise. "Are you now? Well you'll just have to be late then, because you aren't going to Hell… at least not yet."
Kame who had been standing silently at the saiyan's side now found it necessary to speak. "So, you have made your decision on what we discussed then?"
Yemma gave his silent nod and smiled knowingly. "He's all yours, Kame. Don't come wailing to me when this doesn't go in your favor for he's your problem now."
"I understand." The aged guardian acknowledged and then they departed for the lookout. An explanation was in order and Vegeta wasn't going to like it.