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.
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From The Author: Yeah, I decided to continue this story. I just didn't want to let it go yet ya'know? As I said before, I have a lot to say, and I think that I can say a lot of it by continuing this story. So, here it goes.
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Chapter Eight; Unfriendly Ghosts, and the Stolen Ship
Two months later...
"Another mission well done, huh Vegeta?", Nappa said, staring down at his young charge. Vegeta was lost in thought again. "Vegeta-sama?"
"What?", he said.
"Good mission?"
"Yeah. Whatever.", said Vegeta, getting up, and going toward his small ship.
"Hay, Vegeta.", Nappa said, "where are you going? We've completed this mission with a whole day to spare. Don't you want to stop and eat?" Nappa was getting worried about the boy.
"I'm not hungry.", he replied.
"That's what you said last night, and you barely ate this morning.", Raddits chimed in. Vegeta glared at him, silently reminding the weaker man that he wasn't on as casual of terms with Vegeta as Nappa was. "I'm sorry, my prince."
"Stop kissing up, Raddits.", Vegeta snapped. Nappa thought back to a time when a five year old Vegeta had said the exact same thing to him.(A moment in "Bardock, Father of Goku"). He had had so much more spirit back then. Even a couple of months ago Vegeta had been much...happier. As happy as the stubburn prince could get. Nappa remembered the laugh they had shared the day that they had met Raddits's weak brother. Times like that were simply no longer existant. Raddits was right; he hadn't been eating much lately. He was losing weight as well as power. Something was wrong with that kid, and Nappa wanted to find out what.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"What's right?!", Vegeta answered.
"Vegeta, is there something bothering you?", Nappa persisted.
"Yeah, there is?! Frieza's alive, our race is dead, and you are meddling in my personal business!!!"
"Calm down. Come on, and eat something.", Nappa said gently.
"Who do you think you are?! Mind your own business! I said I wasn't hungry! Now, I'm not forcing either of you to come with me. You can stay here until Frieza or I call you, but whatever you do, don't tell me what to do, or when to eat!!!"
"Yes, my Prince.", was all Nappa could stammer. Three months ago, if Vegeta had been that angry, he would have atleast hit Nappa, and maybe even Raddits to let off some steam, but it was clear that he had lost his fighting spirit, maybe even his Saiya-jin spirit in general. 'No', Nappa told himself, 'You must not even *think* a treasonous word against your prince'.
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"Well, what do you think?", Yamcha said, coming out of her bathroom with his hair spiked up.
"It's adorable, Yamcha.", Bulma said, trying to sound as sincere as she could while still thinking 'what a dork'.
"You are a horrible liar.", he said, with a slightly hurt looking smile.
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Yamcha had known for a while now that Bulma no longer loved him, and he was trying almost everything to change that. None of it was working. It was strange. Ever since she came back from that off-planet trip-which, by the way, she had refused to talk about-she had been acting strange. She couldn't still be mad about him not going with her. He did things like that to her all the time. He mentally cursed himself for bieng such a horrible boyfriend, but still thought of himself. He didn't care what the reasons were. All he knew was that he couldn't lose her. She was all he had. He truely loved her with all his heart even if he didn't always know how to show it.
"Yamcha-"
He cut her off. "Bulma. Give it to me strait.", he said, feeling his voice cracking, and maybe even his eyes watering, "Do you still care about me?"
"Ofcoarse."
"But do you love me?" He shut his eyes, bracing himself for the answer.
She hesitated. "Yes."
"No, you don't.", he said, "You've found someone else, haven't you? You can tell me Bulma.", he continued, grabbing her hands, "I can take it."
"No. I am definately not dating anyone else, Yamcha.", she said, looking strait into his eyes. He could tell that she was telling the truth, yet it still seemed like she was hiding something from him.
"Ok, Bulma, I believe you.", he could feel his voice cracking at an alarming rate, "Oh, god!", he said, putting his face in his hands, "Please, Bulma, just tell me the truth for Kami's sake!"
Yamcha was embarrassed at his actions, but he was overrun with emotions. She hugged him. "Yamcha, I'm sorry, I just haven't been myself lately.", she said gently. Yamcha's embarrassment level rose, as he realized that she was being more of a man than he was.
He pushed her away, and stood up strait desperate to regain his dignity. "Tell me Bulma.", he said, forcing an uncracking, manly voice, "Is it over?"
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Bulma didn't know what to say. Truely, thier relationship wasn't over, but the love was gone. She cursed Vegeta again for stealing her heart. How could she love him so much. She had never even said such words to him, or sensed anything but coldness from the prince. Now, Yamcha; sure he was a jerk sometimes, but he loved her. Bulma knew that he couldn't live wothout her. She was the first girl his own age he had ever had the courage to speak to. He was the dream-boyfrind that Bulma had quested so long to find. Thier love should have kept them togather forever, but one look at Vegeta and she realized what love really was. He didn't love her back. That had only been a dream, but then why did he save her? She didn't know, but she did know that she couldn't leave Yamcha all alone.
"Bulma...?"
"No, Yamcha, it's not over. It can't be over. We were meant for eachother. I'm sorry that I've been so distant. I can't tell you the reason why, but I promise that I will try to make this work." She was crying, giving him a glimps of her soul, of her love, yet she wasn't really thinking of him, "I would cry forevever if I lost you!" 'Oh, Vegeta', she thought, crying as Yamcha smiled, and hugged her, 'Why did you have to be so pround?!'.
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He saw it in her now. She did still love him. 'Thank Kami.', he thought, as he hugged her. "So, Bulma, I'll see you tomarrow?"
"Sure.", she said, smiling through more tears.
"Bye, Bulma.", he said, running away from the house before she had a chance to respond. Everything was going to be ok. He had seen love and fear in her crying eyes. Releif had never been so sweet as it was at that moment.
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Bulma continued crying not only for herself, but for her Yamcha, and even for Vegeta. He had needed her just as much as Yamcha had. He was just too conciderate to put her life in danger, and leave his friends behind, even if it meant dooming himself to a life without any happiness. She had noticed that as soon as she thought back to the last time she'd seen his eyes. So much pain was inside them. No tears, but pain that went beyond any level she had ever seen. She had been too caught up in her own emotions at the time to even think about his. She had to go to him now.
Bulma run outside to the large weather-proof tent that had housed the ship she had been too heartbroken to look at for over two months. She ran in, preparing to jump in the ship that very moment, and go see Vegeta, but it was gone. "What the...", she wondered out loud. "It can't be.", she said to the empty space, "That was the only ship on the planet capable of making the trip." She fell to the ground. "No!!!"
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"Vegeta.", the Prince heard his scouter say.
He sighed through clenched teeth, then said, "Yes, Lord Frieza?"
"Come to my office right now, please."
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
Vegeta had just landed on the planet, and was preparing to get some sleep. Although he was hungry, his inner depression caused him to want to eat only when it was absolutely neccessary. Because of his hunger, and lack of sleep over the last two months, fatigue often claimed him during and after even easy missions. Why did Frieza have to call him now?! He really needed to rest.
He arrived, flying into the window behind Frieza. "Yes, my lord." 'Your day of reconning is growing ever closer, you disgusting creature'.
"Well, Vegeta, I see that you have returned a day early. I like that."
"Thankyou.", was his reply.
"Vegeta, a little over two months ago, a ship was found in an empty feild. Some sort of weak creature who had obviously pilotted the ship was found dead not far from the door. My men brought the ship to me, and I began my research. The dominant langauge on the computors was beyond anyone's comprehention, but then I, and my crew searched deeper into the system, and found that nearly every file was also written in standard. So we looked over the files, and found something interesting. The ship was from a planet called Chikyuu."
Vegeta felt a chill run through his body as if ghosts from thenot to distant past suddenly decided to haunt him in the worst possible way. 'It can't be', he thought, 'She can't be dead!' He felt his breathing thicken.
"Something wrong, Vegeta?", Frieza asked.
He reminded himself that it still might not be her, and decided against his suicidal attack upon Frieza. It wasn't the time. "No.", he replied.
"Well then...Aparently, our ships would take about a year to reach this planet, but this one could get several people there in less than two hours." Vegeta looked down at the pictures of the event that were scattered across Frieza's desk. The creature laying dead outside the ship was not Bulma. He sighed outloud in relief. "Your sure there's nothing wrong?"
Vegeta snapped back into reality, then said, "You want me to purge it, don't you?"
"Well, not just yet. First I want you to get the blueprints for this ship. You can take Nappa and Raddits with you."
"I'll inform them."
Vegeta bowed deeply, then left the room. Within an hour, he, Nappa, and Raddits were in a ship heading for Earth. He would see her again, but that did not make him happy. Now Frieza would know where she was. Her life was in danger, but that wasn't the worst part. For all the beatings he had taken strait faced, and all of the grueling training, and even the death of his race, for the first time, in the presence of this Earth woman, the prince of all Saiya-jins feared the appending loss of his dignity.
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After crying for over an hour, Bulma sat up strait faced, and smiled. She wasn't exactly sure of the sircumstances, but she had a pretty good idea why.
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From The Author: Yeah, I know I've waited a couple of days to update, but at first, I wasn't sure if I was going to, but then one review informed me that I should. Well, this is the longest chapter yet. I haven't even put it on document maneger yet, and I already know that. I hope I get some good reviews.
ps.-what does rnrn mean?
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From The Author: Yeah, I decided to continue this story. I just didn't want to let it go yet ya'know? As I said before, I have a lot to say, and I think that I can say a lot of it by continuing this story. So, here it goes.
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Chapter Eight; Unfriendly Ghosts, and the Stolen Ship
Two months later...
"Another mission well done, huh Vegeta?", Nappa said, staring down at his young charge. Vegeta was lost in thought again. "Vegeta-sama?"
"What?", he said.
"Good mission?"
"Yeah. Whatever.", said Vegeta, getting up, and going toward his small ship.
"Hay, Vegeta.", Nappa said, "where are you going? We've completed this mission with a whole day to spare. Don't you want to stop and eat?" Nappa was getting worried about the boy.
"I'm not hungry.", he replied.
"That's what you said last night, and you barely ate this morning.", Raddits chimed in. Vegeta glared at him, silently reminding the weaker man that he wasn't on as casual of terms with Vegeta as Nappa was. "I'm sorry, my prince."
"Stop kissing up, Raddits.", Vegeta snapped. Nappa thought back to a time when a five year old Vegeta had said the exact same thing to him.(A moment in "Bardock, Father of Goku"). He had had so much more spirit back then. Even a couple of months ago Vegeta had been much...happier. As happy as the stubburn prince could get. Nappa remembered the laugh they had shared the day that they had met Raddits's weak brother. Times like that were simply no longer existant. Raddits was right; he hadn't been eating much lately. He was losing weight as well as power. Something was wrong with that kid, and Nappa wanted to find out what.
"Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"What's right?!", Vegeta answered.
"Vegeta, is there something bothering you?", Nappa persisted.
"Yeah, there is?! Frieza's alive, our race is dead, and you are meddling in my personal business!!!"
"Calm down. Come on, and eat something.", Nappa said gently.
"Who do you think you are?! Mind your own business! I said I wasn't hungry! Now, I'm not forcing either of you to come with me. You can stay here until Frieza or I call you, but whatever you do, don't tell me what to do, or when to eat!!!"
"Yes, my Prince.", was all Nappa could stammer. Three months ago, if Vegeta had been that angry, he would have atleast hit Nappa, and maybe even Raddits to let off some steam, but it was clear that he had lost his fighting spirit, maybe even his Saiya-jin spirit in general. 'No', Nappa told himself, 'You must not even *think* a treasonous word against your prince'.
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"Well, what do you think?", Yamcha said, coming out of her bathroom with his hair spiked up.
"It's adorable, Yamcha.", Bulma said, trying to sound as sincere as she could while still thinking 'what a dork'.
"You are a horrible liar.", he said, with a slightly hurt looking smile.
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Yamcha had known for a while now that Bulma no longer loved him, and he was trying almost everything to change that. None of it was working. It was strange. Ever since she came back from that off-planet trip-which, by the way, she had refused to talk about-she had been acting strange. She couldn't still be mad about him not going with her. He did things like that to her all the time. He mentally cursed himself for bieng such a horrible boyfriend, but still thought of himself. He didn't care what the reasons were. All he knew was that he couldn't lose her. She was all he had. He truely loved her with all his heart even if he didn't always know how to show it.
"Yamcha-"
He cut her off. "Bulma. Give it to me strait.", he said, feeling his voice cracking, and maybe even his eyes watering, "Do you still care about me?"
"Ofcoarse."
"But do you love me?" He shut his eyes, bracing himself for the answer.
She hesitated. "Yes."
"No, you don't.", he said, "You've found someone else, haven't you? You can tell me Bulma.", he continued, grabbing her hands, "I can take it."
"No. I am definately not dating anyone else, Yamcha.", she said, looking strait into his eyes. He could tell that she was telling the truth, yet it still seemed like she was hiding something from him.
"Ok, Bulma, I believe you.", he could feel his voice cracking at an alarming rate, "Oh, god!", he said, putting his face in his hands, "Please, Bulma, just tell me the truth for Kami's sake!"
Yamcha was embarrassed at his actions, but he was overrun with emotions. She hugged him. "Yamcha, I'm sorry, I just haven't been myself lately.", she said gently. Yamcha's embarrassment level rose, as he realized that she was being more of a man than he was.
He pushed her away, and stood up strait desperate to regain his dignity. "Tell me Bulma.", he said, forcing an uncracking, manly voice, "Is it over?"
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Bulma didn't know what to say. Truely, thier relationship wasn't over, but the love was gone. She cursed Vegeta again for stealing her heart. How could she love him so much. She had never even said such words to him, or sensed anything but coldness from the prince. Now, Yamcha; sure he was a jerk sometimes, but he loved her. Bulma knew that he couldn't live wothout her. She was the first girl his own age he had ever had the courage to speak to. He was the dream-boyfrind that Bulma had quested so long to find. Thier love should have kept them togather forever, but one look at Vegeta and she realized what love really was. He didn't love her back. That had only been a dream, but then why did he save her? She didn't know, but she did know that she couldn't leave Yamcha all alone.
"Bulma...?"
"No, Yamcha, it's not over. It can't be over. We were meant for eachother. I'm sorry that I've been so distant. I can't tell you the reason why, but I promise that I will try to make this work." She was crying, giving him a glimps of her soul, of her love, yet she wasn't really thinking of him, "I would cry forevever if I lost you!" 'Oh, Vegeta', she thought, crying as Yamcha smiled, and hugged her, 'Why did you have to be so pround?!'.
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He saw it in her now. She did still love him. 'Thank Kami.', he thought, as he hugged her. "So, Bulma, I'll see you tomarrow?"
"Sure.", she said, smiling through more tears.
"Bye, Bulma.", he said, running away from the house before she had a chance to respond. Everything was going to be ok. He had seen love and fear in her crying eyes. Releif had never been so sweet as it was at that moment.
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Bulma continued crying not only for herself, but for her Yamcha, and even for Vegeta. He had needed her just as much as Yamcha had. He was just too conciderate to put her life in danger, and leave his friends behind, even if it meant dooming himself to a life without any happiness. She had noticed that as soon as she thought back to the last time she'd seen his eyes. So much pain was inside them. No tears, but pain that went beyond any level she had ever seen. She had been too caught up in her own emotions at the time to even think about his. She had to go to him now.
Bulma run outside to the large weather-proof tent that had housed the ship she had been too heartbroken to look at for over two months. She ran in, preparing to jump in the ship that very moment, and go see Vegeta, but it was gone. "What the...", she wondered out loud. "It can't be.", she said to the empty space, "That was the only ship on the planet capable of making the trip." She fell to the ground. "No!!!"
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"Vegeta.", the Prince heard his scouter say.
He sighed through clenched teeth, then said, "Yes, Lord Frieza?"
"Come to my office right now, please."
"Yes, Lord Frieza."
Vegeta had just landed on the planet, and was preparing to get some sleep. Although he was hungry, his inner depression caused him to want to eat only when it was absolutely neccessary. Because of his hunger, and lack of sleep over the last two months, fatigue often claimed him during and after even easy missions. Why did Frieza have to call him now?! He really needed to rest.
He arrived, flying into the window behind Frieza. "Yes, my lord." 'Your day of reconning is growing ever closer, you disgusting creature'.
"Well, Vegeta, I see that you have returned a day early. I like that."
"Thankyou.", was his reply.
"Vegeta, a little over two months ago, a ship was found in an empty feild. Some sort of weak creature who had obviously pilotted the ship was found dead not far from the door. My men brought the ship to me, and I began my research. The dominant langauge on the computors was beyond anyone's comprehention, but then I, and my crew searched deeper into the system, and found that nearly every file was also written in standard. So we looked over the files, and found something interesting. The ship was from a planet called Chikyuu."
Vegeta felt a chill run through his body as if ghosts from thenot to distant past suddenly decided to haunt him in the worst possible way. 'It can't be', he thought, 'She can't be dead!' He felt his breathing thicken.
"Something wrong, Vegeta?", Frieza asked.
He reminded himself that it still might not be her, and decided against his suicidal attack upon Frieza. It wasn't the time. "No.", he replied.
"Well then...Aparently, our ships would take about a year to reach this planet, but this one could get several people there in less than two hours." Vegeta looked down at the pictures of the event that were scattered across Frieza's desk. The creature laying dead outside the ship was not Bulma. He sighed outloud in relief. "Your sure there's nothing wrong?"
Vegeta snapped back into reality, then said, "You want me to purge it, don't you?"
"Well, not just yet. First I want you to get the blueprints for this ship. You can take Nappa and Raddits with you."
"I'll inform them."
Vegeta bowed deeply, then left the room. Within an hour, he, Nappa, and Raddits were in a ship heading for Earth. He would see her again, but that did not make him happy. Now Frieza would know where she was. Her life was in danger, but that wasn't the worst part. For all the beatings he had taken strait faced, and all of the grueling training, and even the death of his race, for the first time, in the presence of this Earth woman, the prince of all Saiya-jins feared the appending loss of his dignity.
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After crying for over an hour, Bulma sat up strait faced, and smiled. She wasn't exactly sure of the sircumstances, but she had a pretty good idea why.
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From The Author: Yeah, I know I've waited a couple of days to update, but at first, I wasn't sure if I was going to, but then one review informed me that I should. Well, this is the longest chapter yet. I haven't even put it on document maneger yet, and I already know that. I hope I get some good reviews.
ps.-what does rnrn mean?