Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by the absolute genious Akira Toryama. I
do not own these characters, or make any prophet what-so-ever off of this
story. I write it out of respect for Akira, and his wonderful characters.
From The Author: Thanks to the two people who have reviwed my story so far. It's nice to get some positive feedback. I hope everyone liked the last chapter. I knew that I couldn't make vegeta and Bulma get togather just yet, but I just couldn't wait to write the first romantic scene, so I used the trusty backup; dreams. Well, I'll do my best to continue this story in an interesting way.
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Chapter Six; Everyday Mission
The Next Day...
"Vegeta.", a voice said from the doorway into Vegeta's courters.
"Yes, Lord Frieza.", he replied. 'Someday, I will kill you.', he thought. He thought words such as these every time he talked to the pale, sick creature. It was the only way he could contain his anger at being forced to adress him so formally.
"I have a very easy mission for you."
"What is it, my lord?", he said. 'You will die without honor'.
"It seems that we have some visitors. They are off a ways, and not really bothering me, but nevertheless, I want them off my planet."
"You are talking about the ones who claim to be from a planet called 'earth'?"
"Yes."
Vegeta began getting up. "Fine.", he said, "I'll inform them to leave."
"Vegeta, do you really think I would make you do something as meaningless as that? I do have some respect for your strength and bloodlust. I want them dead for ever setting foot on my planet."
Vegeta, at this point, did not remember the dream. All he new is that he had had a dream last night that he purposely forgotten, which was not hard to do. He had used his full-proof method of getting up quickly, and thinking of other things, so the dream was nearly erased from his memory. Nevertheless, something in Frieza's words brought him both anger and fear. He knew he couldn't do it. He knew trhat for the first time in his life, he was reluctant to kill someone. "No. There's no need for that. I'd be fine about just ushering them off."
"No, Vegeta. You don't seem to understand. I thought you would enjoy killing some underlings, but the order for thier death was not made just so you could have a little fun. *I* wan't them dead. I don't really care what *you* want to do."
'Your death will be meaningless to some, and celebrated by others', Vegeta practically lipped.
"Well?", Frieza persisted.
"I won't do it.", Vegeta said through clenched teeth, "I refuse."
The creature let out a slight chuckle, then said, with a gleam in his eye, "Well now. Has the all powerful price of all Saiya-jins gone soft, or is there something your hiding from me? Well, Vegeta?"
'I will feed your corpse to the dogs', he thought, but did not respond.
"Fine, Vegeta. I'll let Zarbon have all the fun."
"No! I'll do it." 'Yours will be a slow and agonizing demise'.
"Good. You have until one standard hour past sundown. Bye." Then Frieza strolled out.
'What am I going to do?'
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Several hours later(about an hour and a half past sundown.)
"Goku, are you still sad about what your brother said. He doesn't know how to feel. He's the one who should get sympathy.", Bulma said, patting Goku on the back as she sat down next to him on the couch.
"No. I'm fine. I'm just thinking." He turned to her, and chuckled. "It's funny."
"What?"
"In a couple of seconds, I went form being the strongest human to the weakest Saiya-jin. Life sure is funny, isn't it." He smiled, then frowned, and shifted uneasily.
"Does it bother you?", Bulma asked, feeling worried about his fragile feelings.
"Of coarse not. Strength only matters when something important is on the line."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I'm just bored, that's all. There's nothing to do in here.", Goku replied.
"Why don't you go for a walk?"
"I don't think my body could take it. I'm still sore from yesterday."
"Take a gravity harness.", Bulma said, "You can take Krillin with you. You two will have fun."
"Hay, good idea, but what if you need to leave the house?"
"Now why would I need to do that?"
"Ok." He began speaking to Krillin. "Let's go for a walk."
"Alright.", Krillin replied.
They bid her goodbye, then departed. Bulma was left alone with her thoughts. She didn't like that. Scattered pieces of the dream both haunted, and blessed every corner of her mind. Even if emotions were magnified in dreams, the love had felt so real. She feared that if she attempted to go back to Yamcha, he might acuse her of cheating. Her heart had been taken, and she new it would break if she tried to get it back.
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Twenty minutes later(ten minutes left)...
Prince Vegeta leaned against the outside of the house. It was the first time he had actually seen it, yet it gave him deja-vu in the worst way. He couldn't do it, but if he didn't kill her, Zarbon would. Either way, she would die, and he would be alone. The time of him being able to push these feelings out of his mind had long passed. He couldn't hide it from himself. If he did kill her, all of his problems would instantly dissappear, but he couldn't do it. She couldn't die.
Prince Vegeta was more ashamed than he had ever been in his life. He knocked on the door.
"Goku, is that you?", her voice came from inside.
"No.", Vegeta replied.
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About five minutes left...
Bulma knew the voice all too well. She wondered if the dream was some sort of premonition. She sure could use a hug from her prince.
She opened the door. "Come in."
Vegeta hesitated, then came in. "Leave this place. Quickly, or you will die."
"What?!"
"They told me to kill you. If you don't leave within a couple of minutes, someone else will come to finish you off, along with all of your friends. Now, I've typed both Earth, and Chikuu into the computor, and they are not on any of Frieza's maps. If you leave to that planet right now, Frieza will never be able to find you again." She noticed a slight tremble in him. "What are you doing?! Get in your ship, and leave! Go! Now!!!"
She imediately called Goku on the hand held communicator that she had insisted he bring. "Wait.", she said sofly, "Are you happy with the way your life has gone?", she asked, as she awaited goku's return.
"What kind of question is that?!"
"Please answer me."
"Alright. No. Ofcoarse not. I'm a lone warior, leftover from a dead race, with no purpose except to gain strength in a futile effort to get powerful enough to defeat an invincable enemy. Are you happy?!"
"No." He once again began walking out. "Wait!", she said again.
"What now?"
"You said that Frieza had no idea where Earth was right?"
"Correct."
"...And that you are unhappy with your current situation.?"
"That is what I just explained to you."
"Then come with me.", she said, "He'll never find you again."
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Vegeta was speachless.
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From the author: I hope you like clifhangers. I think this is the most suspensful one yet. I hope everyone likes it. So please review. The more reveiws, the better. Now, I don't know if anyone else has actually read this, but there were only two nice people who have reviewed it so far. Everyone should. Please...
From The Author: Thanks to the two people who have reviwed my story so far. It's nice to get some positive feedback. I hope everyone liked the last chapter. I knew that I couldn't make vegeta and Bulma get togather just yet, but I just couldn't wait to write the first romantic scene, so I used the trusty backup; dreams. Well, I'll do my best to continue this story in an interesting way.
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Chapter Six; Everyday Mission
The Next Day...
"Vegeta.", a voice said from the doorway into Vegeta's courters.
"Yes, Lord Frieza.", he replied. 'Someday, I will kill you.', he thought. He thought words such as these every time he talked to the pale, sick creature. It was the only way he could contain his anger at being forced to adress him so formally.
"I have a very easy mission for you."
"What is it, my lord?", he said. 'You will die without honor'.
"It seems that we have some visitors. They are off a ways, and not really bothering me, but nevertheless, I want them off my planet."
"You are talking about the ones who claim to be from a planet called 'earth'?"
"Yes."
Vegeta began getting up. "Fine.", he said, "I'll inform them to leave."
"Vegeta, do you really think I would make you do something as meaningless as that? I do have some respect for your strength and bloodlust. I want them dead for ever setting foot on my planet."
Vegeta, at this point, did not remember the dream. All he new is that he had had a dream last night that he purposely forgotten, which was not hard to do. He had used his full-proof method of getting up quickly, and thinking of other things, so the dream was nearly erased from his memory. Nevertheless, something in Frieza's words brought him both anger and fear. He knew he couldn't do it. He knew trhat for the first time in his life, he was reluctant to kill someone. "No. There's no need for that. I'd be fine about just ushering them off."
"No, Vegeta. You don't seem to understand. I thought you would enjoy killing some underlings, but the order for thier death was not made just so you could have a little fun. *I* wan't them dead. I don't really care what *you* want to do."
'Your death will be meaningless to some, and celebrated by others', Vegeta practically lipped.
"Well?", Frieza persisted.
"I won't do it.", Vegeta said through clenched teeth, "I refuse."
The creature let out a slight chuckle, then said, with a gleam in his eye, "Well now. Has the all powerful price of all Saiya-jins gone soft, or is there something your hiding from me? Well, Vegeta?"
'I will feed your corpse to the dogs', he thought, but did not respond.
"Fine, Vegeta. I'll let Zarbon have all the fun."
"No! I'll do it." 'Yours will be a slow and agonizing demise'.
"Good. You have until one standard hour past sundown. Bye." Then Frieza strolled out.
'What am I going to do?'
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Several hours later(about an hour and a half past sundown.)
"Goku, are you still sad about what your brother said. He doesn't know how to feel. He's the one who should get sympathy.", Bulma said, patting Goku on the back as she sat down next to him on the couch.
"No. I'm fine. I'm just thinking." He turned to her, and chuckled. "It's funny."
"What?"
"In a couple of seconds, I went form being the strongest human to the weakest Saiya-jin. Life sure is funny, isn't it." He smiled, then frowned, and shifted uneasily.
"Does it bother you?", Bulma asked, feeling worried about his fragile feelings.
"Of coarse not. Strength only matters when something important is on the line."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I'm just bored, that's all. There's nothing to do in here.", Goku replied.
"Why don't you go for a walk?"
"I don't think my body could take it. I'm still sore from yesterday."
"Take a gravity harness.", Bulma said, "You can take Krillin with you. You two will have fun."
"Hay, good idea, but what if you need to leave the house?"
"Now why would I need to do that?"
"Ok." He began speaking to Krillin. "Let's go for a walk."
"Alright.", Krillin replied.
They bid her goodbye, then departed. Bulma was left alone with her thoughts. She didn't like that. Scattered pieces of the dream both haunted, and blessed every corner of her mind. Even if emotions were magnified in dreams, the love had felt so real. She feared that if she attempted to go back to Yamcha, he might acuse her of cheating. Her heart had been taken, and she new it would break if she tried to get it back.
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Twenty minutes later(ten minutes left)...
Prince Vegeta leaned against the outside of the house. It was the first time he had actually seen it, yet it gave him deja-vu in the worst way. He couldn't do it, but if he didn't kill her, Zarbon would. Either way, she would die, and he would be alone. The time of him being able to push these feelings out of his mind had long passed. He couldn't hide it from himself. If he did kill her, all of his problems would instantly dissappear, but he couldn't do it. She couldn't die.
Prince Vegeta was more ashamed than he had ever been in his life. He knocked on the door.
"Goku, is that you?", her voice came from inside.
"No.", Vegeta replied.
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About five minutes left...
Bulma knew the voice all too well. She wondered if the dream was some sort of premonition. She sure could use a hug from her prince.
She opened the door. "Come in."
Vegeta hesitated, then came in. "Leave this place. Quickly, or you will die."
"What?!"
"They told me to kill you. If you don't leave within a couple of minutes, someone else will come to finish you off, along with all of your friends. Now, I've typed both Earth, and Chikuu into the computor, and they are not on any of Frieza's maps. If you leave to that planet right now, Frieza will never be able to find you again." She noticed a slight tremble in him. "What are you doing?! Get in your ship, and leave! Go! Now!!!"
She imediately called Goku on the hand held communicator that she had insisted he bring. "Wait.", she said sofly, "Are you happy with the way your life has gone?", she asked, as she awaited goku's return.
"What kind of question is that?!"
"Please answer me."
"Alright. No. Ofcoarse not. I'm a lone warior, leftover from a dead race, with no purpose except to gain strength in a futile effort to get powerful enough to defeat an invincable enemy. Are you happy?!"
"No." He once again began walking out. "Wait!", she said again.
"What now?"
"You said that Frieza had no idea where Earth was right?"
"Correct."
"...And that you are unhappy with your current situation.?"
"That is what I just explained to you."
"Then come with me.", she said, "He'll never find you again."
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Vegeta was speachless.
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From the author: I hope you like clifhangers. I think this is the most suspensful one yet. I hope everyone likes it. So please review. The more reveiws, the better. Now, I don't know if anyone else has actually read this, but there were only two nice people who have reviewed it so far. Everyone should. Please...