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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Chapter nine; First Fear
"Hay, Vegeta.", Nappa said from the seat behind him on the ship, "Are you alright? Your breathing kind of heavy."
"I'm fine, Nappa. I'm just a little tired, and starving, and sick of dealing with you!!!"
"Vegeta, you should really get some rest when we get to the planet. Frieza gave us a month for this mission."
"Leave me alone, you big stupid baka!!!"
"I'm sorry."
Vegeta did not answer him. He had too much on his mind. Frankly, he no longer cared if Nappa knew of his bodily weaknesses. He had more important things to think about. He didn't know if he could do this. How could he get away with not killing her this time. Either he would kill her, or Frieza would kill them both. He was breathing heavy because he was more afraid and confused at this moment than ever before. Vegeta put his hands on the sides of his head, and began rubbing his temples, fully aware of what the others might think of this. He stopped, and looked down at the armrest. There, he saw a single blue hair. So this had been where she sat. He ran his fingers through his own hair, and sighed. 'What am I going to do?', he thought.
"Vegeta.", Nappa said.
"That's it! No one is allowed to talk for the rest of the trip!"
The silence brought him no relief. What he really needed right now was a sparring match.
So the two long hours passed, and Vegeta saw the planet below him. It didn't have the reddish tinge that planet Frieza had from afar. From this distance, the orb looked positively...blue. Why did that color have to haunt him everywhere he went? He didn't know if he'd ever be able to look Zarbon in the face again. As the orb below them began to become a surface, and they were coming toward it faster than he had ever come toward anything in his life, and the ship was bumping. He clung to the armrest, and accidently broke it off. 'Oh, those two had better keep thier mouths shut about this.', he thought.
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Bulma had just come in the house. She walked deep into the bowels of the factory, and began yelling, and demanding to know what happened to her ship. Many people stopped, and staired at her, but none gave her any answers as to where her ship was. She felt the earth tremble below her, and felt a tremendous premonition that came in the form of butterflies in her stomach. "Nobody move!", she yelled to the group of startled workers, "I'll tell you if this means you get off work. " With that, she ran all the way outside, and saw a two hundred foot across crater where the tent used to be. Three figures flew from it. One of them being the man she had longed to see. He was no more than twenty feet away from her. "Vegeta.", she said, too quietly for him to possibly hear her.
"Yes.", he replied.
She ran towards him as if to embrace him, acting off pure emotion. She got less then a foot from him, and in a flash, he was three feet farther away. Then, the two large men behind her, Nappa, and Goku's brother, were crouching for an attack. She screached, then the next time she looked up, Vegeta was once again right in front of her, holding the two larger men in headlocks. "No kills until I say so." He through the men back, and looked into her eyes. 'Oh, no.', she thought, before he closed his eyes, and turned his head. "I have been sent here on a mission by Frieza.", he said still looking in the other direction, "We need the blueprints for this ship."
"Follow me.", Bulma replied, "We have to talk."
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"Hay, I thought you killed her.", Nappa said.
"Yeah.", Raddits chimed in.
"Nappa, Raddits, you wait here, and don't destroy anything, or kill anyone.", Vegeta yelled back, as he followed Bulma into the building. As he walked further into it, and began seeing sofas, and chairs, he realized that it was her house. Wow, it was big. It was bigger than his fathers pallace had been back on the Saiya-jin planet. She had to be royalty, or at least very very wealthy. "Excuse me.", he said, "Is this your home?"
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Bulma smiled. The guy had more manners than she had given him credit for. "Yes, it is."
"Hm.", he said, looking around, "Of what rank are you on this planet."
"Well, I have no real government rank, but I'm definately upper class."
"I should think so.", he continued, "but seriously, no rank? With a house like this, I would think you were a queen."
'Do you want to make me one, Mr. Prince?', she couldn't help but think. She stopped, as she felt herself blushing.
"What are you doing?", he asked impatiently. He smirked. "You know, your blushing."
Was he coming on to her. That smirk looked mighty infamous. 'No!', she told herself, 'Stop it!' "Mind your own business!", she replied.
His face went strait. "Well, where are we going?", he asked.
She led him the remainder of the way to her office. "You can sit down there.", she said
He sat down, in the chair across from her desk, and she began telling him how the ship had been built from the origonal model of a one-person ship she found. She explained how she had used some Earth metal, and some of the metal from the ship to create a much stonger alloid, ad he listened with remarkable understanding, sometimes repeating sentences in different ways to show that he knew what she was talking about. He was without a doupt smarter than Goku, who would probebly be looking at the fish on her screansaver right now rather than listen to her. "So that's it.", he said.
"Yes.", she replied, "I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help."
"I have a call to make. Can you show me to a privit room?", was his only reply.
"Sure.", she said. He was a jerk. He hadn't even thanked her for her time. She probebly had thirty calls on hold right now. "Come this way."
As they were walking, she heard his stomach growl. "You can come and eat dinner with us right now if you want.", she said. Now, he too, began to blush.
"No, thankyou.", he replied. Than he walked into the room. Interesting, she thought, after knowing Goku, and seeing the way Vegeta, Nappa, and Raddits had scarfed down that food of hers on planet Frieza, she would have thought that a Saiya-jin would never turn down a meal. Poor Vegeta. He must have been troubled by something. She smiled reallizing that that something might just be her.
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"Is that the best you can do, Vegeta?", Frieza said from the other line.
"I'm sorry, Lord Frieza, it's what she told me."
"Purge it.", Frieza replied.
"What?!!!"
"Just purge the planet, and come home. We have no need for it's tecnology, so maybe we can make some money off the planet it's self."
"Lord Frieza....No... No!!! There has to be another way."
"There isn't, Vegeta. Now if you don't purge that place, and come back within one two days, I'll be get in a ship to come there and do it myself. I won't send Zarbon. I won't send the Ginyu force. I will personally come there, purge it, then cause the Saiya-jin race to go extinct. It would take me four months to get there in my fastest ship. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, you do, you disgusting lizzard. You give beings in general a bad name. I hate you."
"Is that so Vegeta?! See you in four months!!!"
"I'll be waiting!!!", Vegeta replied.
He turned off his scouter, then went into a fit of hyperventilation.
From The Author; I hope everyone liked this chapter. I know that the updates went from coming three time a day to once every couple of days, but I've been lacking inspiration. Plus, I am also writing a real book, and need to finish typing that. I am really grateful for the reviews! Thankyou so much! I have nineteen now! And thnks to Vickychan for putting me on her favorites list. It makes me so happy. I will try to update soon. As always, I hope for more reviews! Thanks! ; )
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Chapter nine; First Fear
"Hay, Vegeta.", Nappa said from the seat behind him on the ship, "Are you alright? Your breathing kind of heavy."
"I'm fine, Nappa. I'm just a little tired, and starving, and sick of dealing with you!!!"
"Vegeta, you should really get some rest when we get to the planet. Frieza gave us a month for this mission."
"Leave me alone, you big stupid baka!!!"
"I'm sorry."
Vegeta did not answer him. He had too much on his mind. Frankly, he no longer cared if Nappa knew of his bodily weaknesses. He had more important things to think about. He didn't know if he could do this. How could he get away with not killing her this time. Either he would kill her, or Frieza would kill them both. He was breathing heavy because he was more afraid and confused at this moment than ever before. Vegeta put his hands on the sides of his head, and began rubbing his temples, fully aware of what the others might think of this. He stopped, and looked down at the armrest. There, he saw a single blue hair. So this had been where she sat. He ran his fingers through his own hair, and sighed. 'What am I going to do?', he thought.
"Vegeta.", Nappa said.
"That's it! No one is allowed to talk for the rest of the trip!"
The silence brought him no relief. What he really needed right now was a sparring match.
So the two long hours passed, and Vegeta saw the planet below him. It didn't have the reddish tinge that planet Frieza had from afar. From this distance, the orb looked positively...blue. Why did that color have to haunt him everywhere he went? He didn't know if he'd ever be able to look Zarbon in the face again. As the orb below them began to become a surface, and they were coming toward it faster than he had ever come toward anything in his life, and the ship was bumping. He clung to the armrest, and accidently broke it off. 'Oh, those two had better keep thier mouths shut about this.', he thought.
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Bulma had just come in the house. She walked deep into the bowels of the factory, and began yelling, and demanding to know what happened to her ship. Many people stopped, and staired at her, but none gave her any answers as to where her ship was. She felt the earth tremble below her, and felt a tremendous premonition that came in the form of butterflies in her stomach. "Nobody move!", she yelled to the group of startled workers, "I'll tell you if this means you get off work. " With that, she ran all the way outside, and saw a two hundred foot across crater where the tent used to be. Three figures flew from it. One of them being the man she had longed to see. He was no more than twenty feet away from her. "Vegeta.", she said, too quietly for him to possibly hear her.
"Yes.", he replied.
She ran towards him as if to embrace him, acting off pure emotion. She got less then a foot from him, and in a flash, he was three feet farther away. Then, the two large men behind her, Nappa, and Goku's brother, were crouching for an attack. She screached, then the next time she looked up, Vegeta was once again right in front of her, holding the two larger men in headlocks. "No kills until I say so." He through the men back, and looked into her eyes. 'Oh, no.', she thought, before he closed his eyes, and turned his head. "I have been sent here on a mission by Frieza.", he said still looking in the other direction, "We need the blueprints for this ship."
"Follow me.", Bulma replied, "We have to talk."
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"Hay, I thought you killed her.", Nappa said.
"Yeah.", Raddits chimed in.
"Nappa, Raddits, you wait here, and don't destroy anything, or kill anyone.", Vegeta yelled back, as he followed Bulma into the building. As he walked further into it, and began seeing sofas, and chairs, he realized that it was her house. Wow, it was big. It was bigger than his fathers pallace had been back on the Saiya-jin planet. She had to be royalty, or at least very very wealthy. "Excuse me.", he said, "Is this your home?"
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Bulma smiled. The guy had more manners than she had given him credit for. "Yes, it is."
"Hm.", he said, looking around, "Of what rank are you on this planet."
"Well, I have no real government rank, but I'm definately upper class."
"I should think so.", he continued, "but seriously, no rank? With a house like this, I would think you were a queen."
'Do you want to make me one, Mr. Prince?', she couldn't help but think. She stopped, as she felt herself blushing.
"What are you doing?", he asked impatiently. He smirked. "You know, your blushing."
Was he coming on to her. That smirk looked mighty infamous. 'No!', she told herself, 'Stop it!' "Mind your own business!", she replied.
His face went strait. "Well, where are we going?", he asked.
She led him the remainder of the way to her office. "You can sit down there.", she said
He sat down, in the chair across from her desk, and she began telling him how the ship had been built from the origonal model of a one-person ship she found. She explained how she had used some Earth metal, and some of the metal from the ship to create a much stonger alloid, ad he listened with remarkable understanding, sometimes repeating sentences in different ways to show that he knew what she was talking about. He was without a doupt smarter than Goku, who would probebly be looking at the fish on her screansaver right now rather than listen to her. "So that's it.", he said.
"Yes.", she replied, "I'm sorry that I couldn't be of more help."
"I have a call to make. Can you show me to a privit room?", was his only reply.
"Sure.", she said. He was a jerk. He hadn't even thanked her for her time. She probebly had thirty calls on hold right now. "Come this way."
As they were walking, she heard his stomach growl. "You can come and eat dinner with us right now if you want.", she said. Now, he too, began to blush.
"No, thankyou.", he replied. Than he walked into the room. Interesting, she thought, after knowing Goku, and seeing the way Vegeta, Nappa, and Raddits had scarfed down that food of hers on planet Frieza, she would have thought that a Saiya-jin would never turn down a meal. Poor Vegeta. He must have been troubled by something. She smiled reallizing that that something might just be her.
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"Is that the best you can do, Vegeta?", Frieza said from the other line.
"I'm sorry, Lord Frieza, it's what she told me."
"Purge it.", Frieza replied.
"What?!!!"
"Just purge the planet, and come home. We have no need for it's tecnology, so maybe we can make some money off the planet it's self."
"Lord Frieza....No... No!!! There has to be another way."
"There isn't, Vegeta. Now if you don't purge that place, and come back within one two days, I'll be get in a ship to come there and do it myself. I won't send Zarbon. I won't send the Ginyu force. I will personally come there, purge it, then cause the Saiya-jin race to go extinct. It would take me four months to get there in my fastest ship. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, you do, you disgusting lizzard. You give beings in general a bad name. I hate you."
"Is that so Vegeta?! See you in four months!!!"
"I'll be waiting!!!", Vegeta replied.
He turned off his scouter, then went into a fit of hyperventilation.
From The Author; I hope everyone liked this chapter. I know that the updates went from coming three time a day to once every couple of days, but I've been lacking inspiration. Plus, I am also writing a real book, and need to finish typing that. I am really grateful for the reviews! Thankyou so much! I have nineteen now! And thnks to Vickychan for putting me on her favorites list. It makes me so happy. I will try to update soon. As always, I hope for more reviews! Thanks! ; )