What's a Dragonball Z story without any fighting!? Yeah, that's what I thought!
Warning: Language!
Until I met You...
Chapter 8
Unfortunately I didn't get to spend the time I wanted with the prince. They left the next day, all the fighters, and headed towards the lookout. To train in the hyperbolic time chamber.
Trunks showed, and I pulled him aside and convinced him not to mention anything about his parentage. He seemed surprised that I knew who he was, but that didn't worry me. What had me worried was the fact that he was different. It wasn't the same Trunks that I knew came back from the future!
First off, he had dark hair, and his eyes were green. He still looked almost exactly like before, his features, but they were...slightly different. It was weird! I looked at him again with narrowed eyes. Maybe its because I'm actually seeing him in person, and not on television. Yeah! That must be it! I glanced at Vegeta. Look how much more sexy he is in person! Goku too! They were better looking in person than on T.V.
The guys were still giving my suspicious looks, which I ignored. They did, however, gape at us when Vegeta kissed me before leaving. I ignored that too! I stood with Bulma and ChiChi as the fighters left, some still giving Vegeta weird looks, but otherwise didn't say anything. I waved until they disappeared, and stood there for awhile longer, staring at the sky. I shivered. Dread settled in my chest, and I didn't know why! I knew what happened, but like I told ChiChi. It can change in an instance with one decision.
I took off walking, ignoring the questions of my two friends, heading towards the sanctuary of the garden, where I first met Vegeta in person. I stayed there the rest of the day.
The days flew passed, and it aggravated me to no end, not knowing if things are the same or not. Who has actually...died, and who lived. About a week after they left, Yamcha and Krillin showed up, holding Goku. I let them know that it was the heart virus, having ChiChi go get the antidote from their room. We laid him down in a different room, in case it was contagious.
His wife never left his side, and everything that I told them would happen, has came to pass. I found this out by, of all people, Yamcha. He also apologized for the way he acted towards me while here. I didn't say anything, just kept my mouth shut. I figured he was doing that because he was scared of Vegeta. I stayed away from him regardless, spending my time in the garden during the day, and sometimes at night. The cat stayed by me when I was in there, not running off like before. I wandered about that, but didn't delve too deep into it, keeping my mind focused on praying that everyone came home safe.
And finally, almost a week passing since the men left, they returned. I cried when I saw Vegeta, watching from the window. He looked up, as if he knew I was there, and disappeared into the house. I was happy that they all made it back, but Vegeta was the one I wanted to live. For purely selfish reasons! For myself! I didn't know what I would do if he died! I heard him enter our room (he had moved in before they left) and come up behind me. He pulled me to him without saying anything, just let me ball on his chest, running a hand through my hair and settling his mouth on the top of my head.
I didn't let him leave the room until dinner, wanting him close to me, knowing what the coming days are going to yield. The future Trunks still puzzled me, though! He actually smiled at us, when we came down the stairs later that night, not looking the least bit upset. It was...weird. Of course, Vegeta took it the wrong way! He thought the boy was looking at me! He growled at him as he passed, and I rolled my eyes. Cuz' seriously! I wouldn't be able to look at anyone else from now on! Not after being with the prince!
I swatted him on the arm, before sitting at the table, taking the seat beside Vegeta. He laied a hand on my thigh under the table, and didn't move it the whole meal. He was staking his claim! Which I thought was sweet, if a little barbaric! And unnecessary! By now I'm sure everyone knew we were a couple!
Goku finally got better, the ten days waiting on the tournament with Cell to begin. Everybody kept bugging me who fought him, but I just shook my head. I couldn't tell them. It would possibly mess things up! I wished them good luck when they went to train again in the time chamber once more before facing the monster, and I held my breath, not knowing if everything would go as followed when it happened in my time. The only thing I would want to change, is Goku dying. Having ChiChi go through that. I prayed that that part, at least, had changed. Perhaps for the better.
I know one other thing that seemed to change with this time line. Vegeta was more mellow, more calm. The only outburst I've seen from him is when he first came back from space, when Yamcha threatened me. It was odd, and great, at the same time!
This time I never left the garden, not even to eat! Bulma brought me food, which I just picked at. I kept thinking about Goku and Gohan going up against Cell. How Goku sacrifices himself, how the android comes back and kills Trunks! Needless to say, I was basically hyperventilating the whole time waiting for the men to come home. This must be what people experience in my other time, when their loved ones go off to war! Oh God! How do they stand it! Especially when the man or woman has to go back! It was slowly killing me!
Bulma finally got out the charter jet, and we flew to Kami's lookout. I studied Dende, the new guardian, curiously. I'd never seen him in real life the whole time I'd been here. The only namekian I had met was Piccolo! The boy was cute, if a little too shy! I think he blushes more than I did!
I got to check out the lookout, the way it looked for real. It was bigger than it seemed on television, and the air denser, because of it being so high up! Mr. Popo was an odd one to meet! I actually didn't know how to act when I finally met him! But I got over it, and stayed seated on the steps to the guardian chambers. I really didn't want to ask Dende what was happening, scared that it would be different than what I remember. Then a few days later, I woke up to men talking.
I slowly got up from the bed (Dende had given us women the chambers), and slowly walked towards the entrance. I peeked out. It was Yamcha and Piccolo, standing by Trunks body, and the dragon was being summoned. Not wanting to miss any of this, I brushed passed the men, coming to stand beside Bulma. I saw Yamcha come to stand a few feet from us, a frown on his face. Gee, you would think beating Cell would make him happy! Well, can't win them all!
"Who do we wish back first?" Bulma asked, looking at everyone.
"Goku," Yamcha snapped, crossing his arms.
I looked behind me at Trunks' body. Something clenched in my chest at the sight, and I looked at Bulma.
"Why don't you wish Trunks' back first? He's still got his body, and he's still on our plane."
I saw Yamcha tense, but didn't look at him.
"Why don't you want to wish Goku back first?" He asked, glaring at me.
"Well, Yamcha," I explained slowly. "Trunks still has his body, and he's right here!" I said, gesturing to the boy.
"Yeah but we'd rather have Goku here than him!" He said, jerking his thumb behind him. Something in me burned at his words.
"You know what! You're an asshole! How can you say something like that!"
I pointed to Trunks. "He's just a boy!"
"You know what, I really don't like you!" Yamcha stated, his lip curling a little.
The others were listening, not making a sound. The dragon even seemed to be listening, staying silent as we argued. I narrowed my eyes, a growl coming from me as I glared at him. Yamcha took a step towards me.
"And you know what else!" he practically yelled. "I wish you were as strong as..."
The others started yelling at him to shut up, but he ignored them. My eyes widened.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, "Don't finish that sentence Yamcha!"
"I wish you were as strong as Vegeta, so that I could actually hit you without anyone interfering!" Yamcha yelled, his hands raised at his sides.
"What the fuck did you just do!?" I yelled, looking up, wide eyed, as the dragon spoke.
"I CAN GRANT THAT WISH!"
"No! Shit Yamcha, you dumbass-"
I stopped speaking as a white light appeared around me, my whole body burning. It felt like I was on fire! It seemed to never end, and then it did. My breath left me as I fell to my hands and knees, a gasp escaping. I felt Bulma put a hand on my shoulder, only to jerk back in surprise, listening with half an ear as she gasped. I slowly stood, blinking a little as the spots disappeared. Everyone was staring at me.
"What?" I looked down at myself, not really seeing anything different. Until I saw the tail wrap around my waist. I actually jumped a foot, letting out a scream.
"I've got a tail! What the fuck! What did you turn me into!? I have a fucking tail!" I was screaming at this point, staring down at myself, then back up at the man responsible. I felt a snarl pass my lips as I started towards him. Yamcha backed away, his face white. If I wasn't so pissed, it would have been hilarious!
"What the hell did you turn me into!" I yelled, pausing as the dragon started to speak.
"LITTLE ONE!" I looked over, watching as it slowly lowered its head. The dragon seemed to study me for a moment before speaking, its booming voice echoing over the lookout. "YOU ARE A STRONG ONE NOW, SAIYAN WOMAN!"
My eyes widened, and I felt a snarl escape passed my lips. I slowly moved my head, turning blazing eyes on the man across from me.
"You turned me into," I paused for a moment, taking a step forward, "ANOTHER DAMN RACE!"
I started walking forward. "I'm going to kill you! I can't go home like this!" The dragon speaking froze me in my tracks.
"YOU CANNOT CHILD! THAT DOOR IS CLOSED TO YOU NOW!"
I looked back at the dragon, wide eyed. "My sons," I whispered, pain starting in my chest.
"YOUR SONS NO LONGER KNOW WHO YOU ARE! YOU DO NOT EXIST IN THAT TIME ANYMORE!"
I stared at the ground, listening to the dragons' words, my fists balling at my sides. I felt Bulma touch my arm, asking me something. I slowly lifted my head, feeling the sudden urge to rip that fuckers throat out! I watched him, my lip curling, as he backed away. I took Bulma's hand off me, a snarl coming from my lips as I launched myself at the man responsible for taking my children away from me.
I felt satisfaction go through me as Yamcha's body smashed the tiles, the floor crumbling in as he hit. I followed with a snarl, bashing him in the chest with a foot, picking him up and punching him in the jaw, appearing behind him and bashing him in the back, then slamming him into the ground, all within seconds. Goku tried to intervene, once he was wished back, but he quickly left me alone, seeing as how I punched his lights out. No one was gonna interfere in my fight!
I crossed my arms, my face impassive, waiting for the scarred warrior to get up. My tail unraveled, smacking the ground in rage a few times, before wrapping back around my waist. I picked Yamcha up, and flung him over the lookout. Being as battered as he was, he just fell. I watched for a moment, before following him.
I was bent on killing the son of a bitch! After passing the clouds, I grabbed his shirt, yanking him down hard. I listened, not caring, as he slammed the ground, an ear shattering scream coming from him as something snapped. I was hoping it was his spine or neck! I studied the bloody pulp, my lip curling a little as I felt a weak ki signal from him, and blasted down, intent on snuffing it. Goku appeared in front of me, but I just barreled past him, as if he wasn't even there. He wasn't going to stop me! Nobody was going to stop me, dammit!
I landed in front of the small crater created by Yamcha's body, watching as he struggled to stand. I planted my foot in his face, watching him skid across the ground. Son of a bitch! Take my kids away from me! I walked slowly up to him, glaring down at the prick, before slamming my foot into his chest. I listened to him scream for a moment.
"What's the matter Yamcha! Thought you wanted to beat my ass!"
I picked him up, a snarl ripping from my throat.
"That's why you made the fucking wish, you bastard!"
I backhanded him, not moving as he flew sideways, rolling before splashing into the water. I didn't move to get him out. I hoped he drowned! I crossed my arms, studying my fingernails while I waited. Goku appeared in front of me, with Vegeta.
"Stop Bella," Goku said softly, his eyes intent on my face.
I narrowed my eyes, my lip curling. I swung. My fist connected with his jaw, and he went flying back, smashing into a boulder. I looked over as Yamcha managed to climb out of the water, and started stalking over to him. Someone grabbed my fucking tail! I froze, looking back. My eyes widened. Vegeta had a hold of my tail, a hard look on his face. He had something in his eyes, but I ignored it, focused on his hand wrapped around my tail. I didn't move, just watched as he stepped closer, keeping a firm hold, his eyes intent on my face. He stopped when he got a foot away from me, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
"No more Onna," he whispered, his eyes roaming my face.
I curled my lip a little, looking away with a growl. How dare he intervene! I looked back, trying to pry his hand off my tail, but he wouldn't let go. I raised blazing eyes to his face.
"Let go of my damn tail!" I practically shouted.
A muscle started twitching under his eye, his face seemed to get harder. But he didn't let go, just started rubbing it with his thumb, which sent all kinds of emotions running through me. Desire mostly! Shit! My eyes closed, a small moan escaping. I gritted my teeth, opening them again and tried to take my tail away from him again. He wouldn't budge. He grabbed me around the waist, studying me again before glancing over at Goku.
"You might wanna go ahead and grab him, Kakkarot," he gestured to Yamcha with his head, ignoring my snarl. I struggled in his hold, but really couldn't do anything with his fist around my tail. Goku studied us, before walking over and lifting Yamcha out of the water. Dammit! I was hoping he would have died already!
"Don't you fucking dare intervene!" Goku ignored me. "Dammit! I said this is my fight, and you have no business butting in!"
Both men ignored me, Goku flew away, with the bastard, I might add! I snarled again, struggling even harder in Vegeta's grasp. He didn't let go though, just continued to hold my tail, rubbing with his thumb. It made my knees a little weak, which I knew was his damn intent! I struggled even harder, to hell with his hold!
"Don't make me do it Ai," Vegeta whispered in my ear, something like pain shadowing his voice. I looked back at him, slightly confused, but his face was impassive, giving nothing away. I decided it was my imagination, and pushed against him, trying to free myself. A gasp escaped when he did as promised. He squeezed my fucking tail! A small whimper escaped before I went limp. I vaguely felt him gather me to him before I passed out.
A/N: Ai means Love in Japanese!
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