Can I just tell you all how hard it was to write this chapter? I'm not very good at writing fight scenes... or torture scenes for that matter.
Anywho, against my better judgment, I've started another fic. It's called Point Blank. It's a B/V A/U all human fic. Check it out if you haven't already!
Thank you all for your reviews. Many of you are were quite worried about our couple... and I'm sorry for causing distress... mwahahahahaha.
Anywho, enjoy... only one more chapter after this one. Then it's off to start Book 2 =)
Warning... a lot of cursing... like more than usual... and again, this isn't beta'd, but I did go through this a couple of times. But, if I post it, and see there are mistakes, I'll fix them and re-upload. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or it's characters.
Vegeta's jaw was clenched so tight that the pressure would have made any other person's teeth crack and crumble.
Dodoria's laugh echoed throughout the darkened torture dungeon, the loud and monstrous guffaws died down as the pink monster stood up from his sitting position.
"I'll be right back my pets. I have to get my special tools." He winked and licked his lips at Bulma. "You remember, don't you pet? I think you were partial to my heated blade...mmmm, cut through you like warm butter."
Bulma shuddered violently at the memory of hanging by her wrists from the ceiling and being cut and burnt at the same time over and over again.
"I'll be back." Dodoria said mockingly and sauntered down the narrow hallway of the dungeon.
Bulma clenched her jaw and stared at her feet that were stretched out in front of her.
"That mother fucking, piece of shit." Vegeta mumbled angrily. "I swear on my planet that fucker is going to die, painfully at my hands."
Bulma huffed at his statement, but continued to concentrate on her boots, while listening to Vegeta rant under his breath.
"I thought you said I could kill him."
Vegeta stopped mid rant and cocked his head to the side. "I did, didn't I?" He smirked slightly. Bulma gave him a soft yet sad smile and then went back to staring at her boots.
The Saiyan looked at his mate. He wanted to say something to her, to soothe her nerves. But again, he didn't want to fill her with false hope. Just as he opened his mouth, the cell door opened. Dodoria's large girth filled the cell. From behind, he dragged a rolling table full of his torture tools.
"Ready to play?" He asked Bulma.
She refused to look at him, which caused him to snicker.
The three pressed themselves up against an abandoned hallway, ducking and dodging anyone that came their way.
"They took them just down here." Goku said, pressing one of the buttons on his scouter that showed a map of the flag ship. He looked back at his father and Piccolo. "The halls are clear. Ready?"
The two nodded at the younger Saiyan and wasted no time as they darted out of the corner were they were hiding in and entered a large steel door.
The yellow, scaly alien didn't have a chance to scream as Piccolo swiped at his neck, ripping out his jugular.
Nappa and Raditz sprang up from floor of the holding cell they were in.
"Holy shit! How did you guys know we were here?" Raditz asked, pressing himself against the barred wall.
Goku made quick work with busting the door open and Bardock and Piccolo quickly freed them of their ki collars.
"It didn't take us too long to find out Bulma was taken here. Yamcha cut the power to the base, but wasn't smart enough to cut the back up generators... I caught him taking Bulma on security camera."
Nappa rubbed his sore neck. The blasted collars were too tight for him, seeing as he had a thick neck. "Yeah, the fucker hand delivered her to Frieza right in front of us." He paused a moment, slight worry on his face. "They took her to Dodoria." He looked to Piccolo. The Namekian visibly tensed and bared his teeth at the mention of the slimy pink asshole. "They took Vegeta too. His punishment is watch Dodoria torture her to death."
"We're wasting time." Piccolo growled. "Here." He handed the Saiyan's two grenades each. "Bulma was able to produce a few before she was taken. Nappa and I will get Vegeta and Bulma. You three," He pointed to Bardock and his two sons. "take care of any soldiers that will pose a problem. Once we get down there, all hell will break lose for sure." He then turned to Nappa. "What's the quickest route to Dodoria?"
She blacked out. Which was just as well.
She didn't open her eyes, but knew he had stopped. Either to wait for her to regain consciousness or to heat up the blade again. The pain of the wounds he'd inflicted on her were dulling, somewhat. It was replaced with the ache of her ankles and wrists that were starting to throb again.
She opened her eyes slightly, looking at the floor. Each ankle was bound and chained to a rusty handle that was bolted to the floor. Here wrists were also bound the same way, but to the ceiling.
She weakly looked over to Vegeta. He was standing, facing her. His deep black eyes showed nothing but worry and fury as he stared at her body that was covered in blood. She had two cuts on each side of her cheek and four large cuts on each of her arms as well as her legs, leaving her black leggings torn into ribbons. He too was covered in wounds, but unlike Bulma, they were all self inflicted.
She shifted her eyes down to his body. His wrists were bleeding from thrashing against the metal binders from when Dodoria started in on her. He was covered in bumps and bruises from fighting the chains, trying to get to her. Other than that, he seemed to be OK.
The sound of the blow torch hissed and cheerful humming started again, making Bulma shudder. She lifted her eyes to Dodoria, who was standing to the side of her. A large serrated blade, one larger than what he used before in his hand, and in the other hand he was brushing it with the flames that a small torch was spitting out. The blade started turning red, but she knew he wouldn't stop until the metal was white hot. She looked over to Vegeta again. His face was still in the furious twisted mask of hate, but his eyes weren't on here anymore, it was on her torturer.
Bulma's head felt heavy and her chin involuntarily drooped down onto her chest. She focused on the rusty, circular handle that was holding the chains of her binders in place. Her eye twitched as she lightly pulled at the chain.
"Where are my manners?" Dodoria's disgusting voice bellowed out, making both Bulma and Vegeta's head snapped to him. "I hear you two are expecting." He smiled wickedly as he turned his attention to heating the large serrated blade. "Too bad your bitch won't survive the night, Vegeta." He laughed viciously. "I'm doing you a favor really. Children are nothing but a nescience."
Vegeta lunged forward, but was stopped from his chains. He snapped his teeth at him and growled like some sort of crazed animal.
"Crazy fuck!" He bit out. "If you-"
"If I what?" Dodoria stopped heating the blade and turned to face Vegeta. "What are you going to me, you inbred monkey?" Dodoria spat back at him.
Vegeta snarled again, but if just made Dodoria laugh. His laughter died as he brought the blade up just a few inches from Vegeta's face. "I love how the blade feels every time I run it over her flesh. Mmmm, makes me get a hard just thinking of it."
Vegeta's upper lip curled up, but remained silent.
Dodoria turned slightly to heat up the knife again, declaring himself the victor of their verbal tiff.
Bulma saw her opportunity... She yanked her feet up with all her might, bringing her knees up to her chest.
The sound of the rusty chain breaking free of the even rustier handle, made Dodoria turn around. He was met with Bulma's feet catapulting into his chest. His eyes widened with astonishment and shock as he was thrown into the bars of the cell right next to Vegeta.
The Saiyan grabbed hold of the chains that were attached to the ceiling and hoisted himself up. As Dodoria staggered to his feet, he yelped as Vegeta's muscled legs wrapped themselves around his fat pink neck like a hungry boa.
Bulma's torturer sputtered as the saiyans legs coiled tighter, blocking his air ways.
"What was that, fucker?" Vegeta asked through gritted teeth. He loosened his hold slightly to hear what he was trying to say.
"You will pay for this Vegeta." He choked out and then gurgled as Vegeta's legs tightened around his neck again.
"Hn..." He swung himself and Dodoria, who was turning purple from the lack of oxygen, over to face Bulma. "You will give her the key to the binders now... that is, unless you want to be choked to death... what do you say? You set her free, and I'll let you go, hmm?" Vegeta loosened his hold slightly.
"Fine." Dodoria squeaked out. With a shaky hand, he took the key out of his armor and reached up. His hand shook from being strangled and unlocked Bulma's cuffs, making her fall onto the bloody floor. "Now let me go, dirty monkey." He choked out.
Vegeta let out a chuckle. "Alright... you asked for it." He let go of his neck.
Dodoria turned to Vegeta, his face twisted into anger. "You have got to be the dumbest monkey ever. What did you accomplish by setting the blue slut free? She can't escape! You just signed her death warrant... and yours."
Vegeta lowered himself onto the floor again, an arrogant smirk spread across his face.
"What are you smiling at!" Dodoria spat. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Bulma standing behind him. "You're going to die bitch."
"Not today, Pinky." She rammed the large heated blade into his stomach.
Dodoria looked down at the blade that was now embedded in his stomach. Too shocked to move, he watched as Bulma tore the blade out of his body and kicked him onto the floor and stood above him. He lifted his hands defensively.
"It doesn't feel too good, does it?" She screamed at him.
"Please." He clasped his hands together. "I was only following orders."
Bulma lifted the blade and gave him her best 'Vegeta smirk'. "Sure you were." She swiftly swung the blade with all her might.
She watched as Dodoria's fat spiky head fell off of his neck and rolled onto the grimy floor.
She tossed the blade to the floor and quickly unlocked Vegeta from his binders.
"I do believe I kept my promise." He said as he rubbed his wrists and looked at the fat pink monster's decapitated head.
"That you did." She reached over and grabbed something that resembled a screwdriver off of Dodoria's table of tools and freed Vegeta from his ki collar.
At that moment Nappa and Piccolo came barreling in and skidded to a halt in front of the couple's cell. The two of them immediately looking down at the beheaded body of Dodoria.
"Damn, I was hoping to get a punch in." Nappa said.
"Me too." Piccolo said, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.
"I wouldn't have allowed it." Vegeta said, kicking the carcass out of his way. "It was Bulma's kill. She had dibs on it for a year. Now, would you two get this fucking door open?"
Nappa walked to the door of the cell and ripped it off of it's hinges. Bulma and Vegeta exited and walked over to where Piccolo was standing.
"Who is here with you?" Vegeta asked, giving Bulma a sideways glance. She was now leaning up against the wall and was looking peaked. She had clearly lost a lot of blood.
"Bardock and Goku, they're doing crowd control with Raditz." Piccolo shifted his eyes to his ward, taking in her state. "We need to get her out of here." He inclined his head towards Bulma.
Vegeta frowned at Piccolo and approached Bulma. "Woman, you will go with Nappa and wait for us on the ship."
Nappa nodded to his prince and his mate. A little disappointed that he wasn't able to have a hand in the impending battle, but he wouldn't disobey orders. The future of their race depended on Bulma's safety.
Bulma gave the Saiyan Prince a weak scowl. "I will do no such thing Vegeta." She pushed herself off of the wall. The prince noted her lack of balance as her knees wobbled her slightly from side to side. She shook off the wave of dizziness, and glared at her mate. "I need to help you."
"Woman, you can barely stand up straight. And if you think I will let you endanger the life of our cub or yours anymore today, then you are mistaken!"
She blew a piece of hair out of her eyes as she squared her shoulders and took a step forward towards him, but found the simple task of walking, difficult. She bit her lip as searing pain ran down her leg like a bolt of lightning.
Vegeta reached out and gently straightened her back up, keeping an arm around her shoulders.
He sighed. "You have a deep cut on your leg, you've lost a lot of blood. Please, for goddess sake... Go. With. Nappa." His jaw was clenched, and Bulma knew he was trying to keep himself from screaming at her.
Bulma sagged her shoulders in defeat. She kept forgetting that she was thinking for another person now. "Ok." She looked up at Vegeta. "Kick his ass."
Vegeta gave her his sexiest smirk. "I'll do more than kick his ass. I'm gonna kill him... a lot."
His playful statement earned him a giggle from Bulma. He gave her a squeeze and looked up to Nappa. "Once the other's have accomplished taking care of the soldiers, have them rendezvous back on the ship you came here on. Once I've killed Frieza, we'll head back to base and then plan our next move. Namek," He looked to Piccolo. "Once I find Frieza, shit will go down. Go find the others and help them."
Nappa nodded and relayed the message via scouter to the other three Saiyans and Piccolo left the dungeon, to find Goku and the others.
Vegeta watched as Nappa carefully lifted Bulma into his hulking arms. "Keep her safe, or I'll break your neck."
A small smile appeared on Nappa's lips. "Noted."
Vegeta smirked at his oldest comrade and then at Bulma. "I'll be back." Just before she could say anything else he sped off, looking for Frieza.
Vegeta ran through the hallways, not caring if anyone saw him. It's not like anyone could stop them if they tried. The Saiyan was beyond pissed. Fury pumped through his veins and the only thing from stopping him from completely succumbing to throwing an epic tantrum and shredding the ship to pieces was the fact that he had a score to settle with Frieza.
He went straight to the throne room where Frieza almost always was.
The two guards outside the purple double doors, jumped at his sudden appearance. One didn't have a chance to defend himself as Vegeta snapped his neck. The other soldier went to attack but stopped mid air as the Prince caught him by the throat and squeezed, making sure to he snapped his neck into pieces. He then threw the soldier through the large double doors.
Frieza's head snapped up, startled by the dead soldiers body being launched through his prized purple granite doors. He was doubly startled by the mad Saiyan walking through the hole.
"What?" Frieza screamed. "Where's Dodoira?"
"Dead." Vegeta smirked up at the lizard.
Frieza scowled down at the pesky Saiyan. Frankly, he had enough of him. He fully intended on keeping him alive, seeing as he was one of his most strongest and efficient soldiers. But he was beginning to see he was more trouble than he was worth.
"Dodoria's dead, hmmm? And what about your little blue bitch? Did he at least do away with her before you killed him? I certainly hope so." He chuckled lightly.
Vegeta clenched his fists out in front of him. His anger was starting to rise, as well as his power. Frieza's scouter peeped as his energy climbed.
"Well, somebody's been working out." He mused. "It seems as if you've matched my level of my first two transformations..."
Vegeta continued to look up him. Watching as the lizard climbed out of his floating throne. All the while keeping letting his ki level climb at a steady pace. He didn't want power all the way up, showing Frieza just how powerful he had become.
Frieza looked at Vegeta, in a very thoughtful and calculating way.
"Tell you what, Vegeta. How about we strike a deal." Frieza said as he sauntered up to the Prince. "I know how Saiyan's could never turn down a battle, especialy if they know it will be bloody and glorious."
Vegeta cocked his head to the side. The tyrant had him there. He could never turn down a fight. He straightened from his semi defensive position and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Go on."
Frieza smiled a toothy grin. "You let me transform into my final state and we will battle it out."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at him.
"To the death, of course." Frieza added.
The prince's tail tightened around his waist. He then shrugged and waived a dismissive hand at him. "Fine, but hurry up. I've got shit to do."
Frieza laughed at the nonchalant way he was treating the situation. Always the arrogant monkey, just like his father.
"Very well."
Nappa could run fast for being a rather large individual.
His grip oo Bulma never loosened as he ran throughout the ship. Bulma had closed her eyes shortly after he had taken her out of the dungeon. She was feeling light headed and the mix of blood loss and morning sickness was doing a number on her. When she felt that Nappa had stopped she opened her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Nappa exhaled through gritted teeth. The fasted way to the hangar was blocked by a chunk metal. There were fresh blast holes littering the surrounding walls. Obviously the Saiyan's were here.
Bulma looked to where Nappa was facing and furrowed her brows."Why don't you just blast through it?"
Nappa shook his head. "I can't we are close to the otter parts of the ship. A blast would go right through the walls and we'd be sucked up into space." Her cursed under his breath. "We'll have to go the other way." He spun around and ran back from where they came from. He didn't want to, but they would have to pass the throne room to get to the hangar. And it was highly probable that, that was where Vegeta and Frieza were facing off... They'd have to take that risk.
They were nearing the throne room. The ship started to shake, and the atmosphere seemed to electrify as they got closer. Growls and yowls could be heard as well.
The sight of what was going on in the room made Nappa stop dead in his tracks. Both he and Bulma stared into the large throne room. It took them both a moment to realize that the sleek white and purple thing duking it out with Vegeta was Frieza.
They watched as Frieza snapped his long thick tail, trying to distract Vegeta as he threw a punch at his face. The Saiyan barely blocked it and kicked out, making contact.
"The power..." Nappa mumbled, slack jawed. He'd never seen Frieza in his final form, he'd only heard stories. But seeing his Prince hold his own shocked him. It's not that he didn't believe he couldn't accomplish his destiny. But actually witnessing it firsthand took his breath away.
Vegeta was matching Frieza blow for blow. They were staying even with each punch and kick. The both of them were bloodied and bruised, but not one showed any signs of weakening.
Out of the blue, Bulma went flying out of Nappa's arms and landed on the marbled floor of the entrance of the throne room. She landed on her side, her arm cushioning her fall. She grimaced when she heard a loud SNAP and instantly knew her arm was broken. Fantastic.
Bulma twisted around as much as she could to see Nappa grappling with Zarbon. The green alien must have taken the opportunity to blindside Nappa while he and Bulma gawked at Vegeta and Frieza.
She turned around again and managed to crawl to the wall closest to her and sat up. She was completely useless. Her arm was broken, she was unable to stand up with out feeling like she was going to pass out, and even is that wasn't the case, she still wouldn't be able to stand up because of the large cut on her leg.
She looked up to see Vegeta flying towards her and Frieza laughing. Her mate landed just a few feet away from her and skidded to a halt, the wall stopping him from going any further. He looked up and flinched. He hadn't noticed her presence until now.
"What the fucking hell are you doing here!" He sprang up onto his feet and looked over his shoulder to see Nappa and Zarbon fighting. He looked back to Bulma, seeing she was even more injured than when he left her.
"Ho ho ho! This is playing out in my favor! I get to kill you and your little mate at the same time! And bonus! My Zarbon looks to be winning the brawl against your man, Vegeta!"
Vegeta snarled at him and flew full force at him, increasing his power even more. Frieza posed himself, readying himself for Vegeta's blow, but did a double take when Vegeta vanished.
"What the hell?" Frieza screamed.
Just seconds later, Vegeta appeared behind him and brought both fists down onto his back. The lizard let out a pained yelp and fell flat on his face.
Bulma sat there wide eyed. Never ever had she seen some one as fast as Vegeta. And damnit all, he was dead sexy when he was fighting...
"Need my help?" Vegeta screamed at his friend.
Nappa delivered a round house kick to Zarbon, a huge smile on his face. "Nope, it's been a while since I've done any hand to hand combat... plus, I really want to kill him."
"PFFT!" Zarbon spat out. "As if a hairless monkey, such as yourself, could defeat me!"
His eyes went wide when he saw a hulking fist closing in fast on his beautiful face.
With a ghost of a smirk, Vegeta turned to his mate. He ran over to her, fully intending on removing her from the room and stashing her somewhere, then returning to finish off Frieza. Just before he reached her, he felt clawed fingers dig deep into his shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?" Frieza whispered into Vegeta's ear. He giggled with delight when he felt Vegeta's skin crawl under his palm and as the blood oozed out of the holes he made with his sharp fingernails. He tossed the Saiyan back over his shoulder, sending him crashing into the ground.
Frieza whipped around and gave Vegeta a mock pouty face. "Look what you did to my granite floor! There are cracks EVERYWHERE!"
The angry Saiyan pulled himself up out of the hole his body made from the impact of Frieza's throw. His black eyes flickered over to his mate. She was still there, but Frieza was standing in front of her now. He needed to get him away from her.
He tried to think, an energy attack would most likely kill her if he missed or if Frieza dodged the attack...
He clenched his fists and ran full force towards the lizard.
Frieza smirked and waved to Vegeta, taunting him.
Again, Vegeta disappeared before he collided with the lizard. Frieza whipped around, expecting Vegeta's attack from behind but found himself looking at the wall he was now facing.
"Up here, dick head."
Frieza looked up and was met with Vegeta's dirty gold tipped boot. The kick sent the white and purple flying away from his mate.
Vegeta quickly descended, taking a defensive position in front of Bulma.
"Filthy Saiyan." Frieza spat. He wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the deep purple liquid on his cheek. "You'll pay for that."
Vegeta laughed. "Please. You're nothing but a weak insect, that needs to be squashed with my boot." Vegeta crossed his arms, arrogantly. He smiled at the insult he threw at his former master, the barb angering his enemy even more.
The lizard's mouth twitched. "You think your above me?" He screamed.
Vegeta crouched into a fighting position and watched Frieza levitate a few feet above the ground.
"I could obliterate you with one flick of the wrist!" He brought both hands up and pointed them palm first in front of him. Pink energy surrounded his hands as an energy ball built up.
Vegeta gave Nappa a sideways glance, and smirked slightly. He had the pretty boy in a head lock, and it looked as if his eye balls were about to pop out of their sockets from the pressure Nappa was inflicting on him. He then looked over at Bulma, who was directly behind him. She had somehow got up into a standing position and was trying to inch away towards the exit.
Vegeta looked back to the lizard in time to watch him smile evilly.
With a shrill shriek, Frieza let loose of the ki ball and watched gleefully as it went flying towards the Saiyan.
Vegeta twisted around as the ki blast narrowly missed his head. He followed it's path and to his horror, the pink ball of deadly energy hit Bulma directly in the center of her chest. The force, so powerful, knocked her small frame into the wall she was just a few feet away from. She slid down, falling to her knees. Her large blue eyes were filled with disbelief and pain as she looked at the large, gaping wound on her chest.
She looked up, one hand tightly covering her stomach, the other weakly reached out to her mate, pleadingly. With a gargled intake of breathe she fell to her side, the life slowly leaving her now dull blue eyes as she looked to Vegeta.
The Saiyan Prince let out a choked sob of rage and lunged forward to her, but was grabbed from behind by Frieza.
Vegeta whipped around, and sent an energy ball directly at Frieza's face and kicked him away from him, managing to send the tyrant through a thick steel wall.
Without a second glance, Vegeta flew to Bulma's unmoving form and lifted her head into his lap. She was fading fast, her breathes were shallow and uneven. The wound seeping her precious life blood at a fast and even flow, as well as out of her mouth.
He flinched slightly when she gingerly lifted her small hand and softly caressed his cheek. Tears were coming out of her eyes, but her cry's were silent, probably because of the blood flooding her throat and mouth.
Tears were now flowing down the prince's cheek, something he hadn't done since the day his father ripped him out of his mothers arms.
This was worse than the dreams that plagued him. The dreams weren't real. This, this was real. The pain of watching the light slowly drain out of her eyes did not compare to what he felt when he relived the nightmare night after night.
Bulma's breathes were uneven and the amount of blood that was coming out of her mouth was growing.
"Ve...get..a?" She choked out, forcing a thick stream of blood to flow out of her mouth.
"Shhh, little one. Save your strength." Vegeta ran his bloodied hand through her silken blue hair.
She opened her mouth again to say something, but her words were replaced by a gargled choke. Vegeta let out a sob as he watched her eyes close and her form relaxed in his hold.
"No! NO!" The Saiyan screamed. He clutched her limp form to his chest and let out a primal scream.
He had never felt such rage before in his life. The lizard would pay. He would fight to the death if need be to avenge Bulma and their unborn cub.
The rage festered as he clutched his limp bride, her limbs loosely hanging lifelessly at her sides.
Blue ki sparked violently and electrified the room. It snapped and cracked with every heart wrenching sob Vegeta let out. The room's atmosphere suddenly turning dark and deadly.
"Now this scene is priceless. The mighty prince Vegeta, crying. What a pathetic display of weakness. And to think you thought you could overpower me!" Frieza's laughter filled the room. "All that training, and look where it's gotten you... a dead mate and a lifetime of slavery and torture for yourself."
Vegeta slowly looked up at the lizard, not sure when he came back into the throne room. The prince looked back down at Bulma, and delicately removed stray strand of blue hair out of her face.
The lizards laughter pierced Vegeta's ears, feeding his rage.
He gently laid Bulma back on the ground and slowly raised himself.
"Nappa." he said, without looking at the Saiyan who was standing off to the side. Just a few seconds ago he was standing proudly above Zarbon's dead, twitching body. He looked up just in time to see Bulma thrown back violently against the wall. "Take my wife to the ship. If I'm not there within fifteen minutes, leave... and make sure she gets a proper Saiyan burial."
Nappa looked from Vegeta to Frieza and then back to Vegeta. He wanted to stay and help his Prince. He didn't want to miss an epic battle, but did what he was told. He slowly made his way to the Prince's mate's body.
The Saiyan Prince was now vibrating with power. The past ten years of torture, frustration, and anger had slowly chipped away at him and watching his loves life fade away in his arms obliterated him. The scene of her body being thrown in the air like a rag doll from Frieza's energy attack replayed in his mind and his bloodied fist clenched in front of him. His ki sparked even more, causing blue sparks of lightning to flash all around the room.
"I'm going to kill you." Vegeta said in a low, murderous growl.
Frieza scoffed. He floated a few feet in the air, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. "I've heard that one before." He looked around the large throne room and snickered. "Cute light display."
Vegeta's line of sight never faltered as he looked up at the floating lizard. Again, the fresh memory replayed in his head of Bulma weakly holding her hand out pleadingly to him while she lay dying on the floor, and finally the beautiful light leaving her eyes.
Vegeta snapped.
Light and ki exploded everywhere, blinding the occupants of the room. The burst of energy shook the ship, making the walls crack ever so slightly. Alarms were heard in the distance as the large vessel started to come apart in various areas of the ship.
Nappa instinctively shielded Bulma's body from the explosion. He looked to Bulma's form confused at what he just hear... Was that a heart beat? He lowered his head to her chest again, straining his sensitive ears...
"You're still alive!" he whispered in pure wonderment. It was faint, but her heart still was beating...weakly. Quickly, he grabbed one of the tubes Piccolo had given him when he and the other's busted he and Raditz out of the holding cell. He tore the cap off with his teeth and poured the whole vial of blue liquid onto the gaping hole on Bulma's chest. Nappa looked up to tell Vegeta all was not lost, but upon looking up at his Prince, his jaw went slack.
Vegeta, now levitating above the ground, was engulfed in magnificent golden ki. His deep black hair was now a bright flame of golden yellow. His muscles bulged and pulsated with raw power. The prince's back was to Nappa, but he could tell he had his sights on Frieza, who now had an expression of fear and disbelief.
Vegeta felt... alive... and royal pissed the fuck off. The sheer power he felt pouring out of him sparked and cracked around him.
"I will avenge her."
Both Nappa and Frieza flinched at Vegeta's words. It was Vegeta's voice... but it was so different, like a voice of the gods. It was deeper than normal, and it promised death to his enemy.
The older Saiyan took this as his queue to leave. He scooped up Bulma and ran as fast as he could, out of the throne room.
Frieza shook his head slowly, and was barely able to repress the shudder that tingled down his spine. "Impossible." He muttered. The look upon the Saiyan's face was truly frightening. His normal angry coal black eyes were gone. The white of his eyes were only visible now and they glowed eerily.
Frieza straightened, his superior smirk instantly back on his lips. "Let's see what you've got." He playfully motioned to Vegeta to make the first move.
The Saiyan Prince's face was calm. He floated in place for a few seconds and then smirked. He flew towards Frieza, reveling in his new found speed.
It was obvious Frieza wasn't expecting Vegeta's new found abilities, as he found him self getting pummeled by Vegeta's angry fists and kicks.
The Saiyan felt Frieza losing the battle. The white and purple lizard could barely keep up with him. But he kept going, letting his rage guide his fists and legs.
When he felt Frieza go limp, Vegeta stopped, and watched without remorse as the helpless tyrant slumped to the ground.
"P-please. I'll give you anything. D-don't k-kill me." He spat out, pleadingly.
The prince sneered at him and squatted next to him. "Give me anything, huh?"
Frieza's eye lit with hope. "Yes! Anything you want! Name it!"
Vegeta smiled and swung his left leg over Frieza's chest, so he was squatting above him. He lowered his head so his nose was practically touching Frieza's.
"Can you bring my wife back to life, you fucking piece of shit?"
It didn't seem possible, but Frieza turned another shade of white as it sunk in that he couldn't slither his way out of this one.
Vegeta stood and dug the heals of his boots onto each side of the tyrant's shoulders and gripped each side of his head.
"PLEASE HAVE MERCY-"
Vegeta pulled upwards, leaving the lizard's body on the floor, and brought his head up with him.
He sneered at Frieza's shocked and lifeless head.
"I didn't think so."
The Saiyan dropped Frieza's head with a snort of disgust. It wasn't until then that he realized what kind of shape the ship was in. It moaned under the stress of the damaged metal, and it didn't take a person with a brain to know that it wasn't going to stay in one piece for very much longer. The damage being caused by he and Frieza's battle, and he assumed, by his comrade's battling it out with Frieza's men.
So much for Bardock's plan to use the ship.
He flew out of the throne room as fast as he could. As he flew, he dodge chunks of debris that were coming from all directions. The ship was coming apart and he prayed to the gods that Nappa, along with everyone else, was still in the hangar waiting for him.
He growled out loud. The route he chose was taking too long.
"Fuck this." He growled and used his strength to plow through walls to get to his destination.
He sighed a breath of relief when the familiar rebel ship came into view as he crashed through one of the walls of the hangar.
Vegeta wasted no time and ran up the ships open ramp and hit the button to seal it closed. All of his men were there waiting for him.
"Punch it Kakarot!" He screamed.
"ROGER!" Goku yelled and punched the thrusters and blasted off and out of the hangar.
As they sped away, Vegeta stood at the rear port window and watched his prison of ten years disintegrate before his eyes. And at that moment, he felt something, he thought was he had lost...
Bulma felt as if she were floating. Her limbs were weightless as was her head.
She tried hard to concentrate.
'Where am I?'
The blackness that surrounded her was comforting. It enveloped her like a warm blanket. But the more her sleepy brain became aware, the more pain she felt. It wasn't horrible pain... it was more of a dull pain.
Somewhere off in the distance a rhythm of beeps could be heard.
The floating sensation slowly dissipated as did the euphoric feeling and was met with the feeling of fire that started in her chest and spread throughout her body.
She willed her eyes to open and at first everything was a bright white blur. The blue haired woman pulled her slow moving limbs up to rub her eyes and felt a sting and resistance from pulling her left arm up to her face. As her eyes adjusted she saw that her arm was hooked to an IV.
Bulma scrunched her eyes closed. Why would she be hooked up to an IV?
Her eyes popped open when she remembered being hit by Frieza's blast... she remembered Vegeta cradling her and crying and then...nothing.
A wave of panic washed over her... The baby!
She shoved the blankets off of her and lifted the hospital gown that she had on, up and over her stomach. She looked down and lightly touched the round electrodes that were on each side of her lower abdomen. With her eyes, she followed the wires that were attached to them, to a machine that was to the right of her. Soft and steady beeps sounded off every so often.
"Our cub lives." A gruff voice said to the left of her. "His heart beat is strong... the annoying machine is monitoring it."
She looked over and saw Vegeta. He was reclined in a not so comfortable looking chair. He looked as if he had just woken up as his eyes were barely open. His arms, as always, were folded tightly across his chest and his legs extended in front of him, and looked like he was recently in a fight for his life... his face was bruised and a large and already healing gash ran clear from the left side of his forehead diagonally to the right side of his cheek. His bare arms were bandaged up. They clearly needed to be changed, dried blood was showing through the white gauze..
"Proof he's my offspring. He can take a beating and be near death, but can pull through like a Saiyan." He said with a smirk.
Bulma gave him a weak scowl. But couldn't help the sense of relief that washed over her.
Her mate's smirk faded and was replaced with a deep scowl. He leaned forward towards her and uncrossed his arms.
"You will not do that to me again, are we clear?" He said sternly.
Bulma blinked. "What did I do?" Her voice was scratchy and dry.
"You almost died. I will not allow it to happen again."
She gave him a small smile and reached for him. He obliged her and leaned more forward and let her grasp each side of his bruised and cut face. "I'll try not to do it again." She leaned forward and kiss him softly on the lips.
Vegeta closed his eyes as her lips touched his and sighed. The only thing he could think was:
She was alive. They both were.
Major kudos goes to AylaWilson16 for helping with the 'Bulma pretty much dies, but doesn't and Vegeta flips out scene. She gave me some freaking awesome ideas... so AylaWilson16, thank you, thank you... THANK YOU!