Warnings: Swearing. Not much else.
Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT the world, or the characters. No, I have never made money off of these fics, and I never will.
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Well, I kinda bent the rules of HFIL a bit, I'm still not sure if you can use chi blasts there.
WHOOPS! All I can say is that I messed up BIG TIME! What suprises me most is that no one corrected me. If this is before the android saga, then Trunks shouldn't be born yet (much less able to speak.) So, I'm going to use my amazing author powers and place this in a future time, say before the Boo saga. Trunks and Goten would be seven and six. This means that by now the Z crew woulda beaten Cells. Sorry for the added confusion, at least now we know Vegeta can't be wished back. (Don't ask me how Goku got back *sweat drop* but he's critical to the story so he can't just vanish.)
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-Goku-
I gazed at the spot Vegeta had been sitting in for a second or two. I didn't actually fully believe it yet. His spot was still warm! He couldn't be dead. As much as I tried to resist though, the feeling of cold hard reality gripped me. He was really gone...
-Vegeta-
I was back in hell. I shuddered, even though it was probably 200 degrees warmer then the beautiful earth I had just left. Though hell was full of suffering souls, I suddenly felt very alone. Ashamed as I am to admit it, I wanted Kakarot there with me. I wanted to be able to depend on his strength.
I must have been a sorry sight to see in that dismal underworld, because I jumped when I felt a hand and my shoulder. Preparing for the worst I whirled around preparing to do battle. What my eyes met was sheer mockery. It was him, that guard I'd first met when I was here before. Something about him just made my blood boil!
"Hello there Vegeta." his voice was as smooth as silk.
I backed up wearily, he had a strange gleam in his eye. "What do you want?" I asked glaring at him.
"Why Vegeta old pal." he began to say.
Old pal? OLD PAL! I'd barely known him for 2 days, and he's calling me old PAL! I felt some of my arrogance return to my voice, "Whatever you want, your not getting it from me."
"Oh but my friend." he replied.
FRIEND!?
"That choice isn't up to you." he sneered.
"Oh yeah? Take this! BIG BANG ATTACK!" I screamed releasing a huge chi blast. I couldn't help myself, I smirked, "See how you like THAT old PAL!"
What puzzled me is that he made no attempt to avoid it. I soon found out why as the tip of the blast connected to him, it just dissapered (not by absorbtion). It was like I had never formed it.
"Your attacks won't do you any good on me." he said. "I'm immune to them."
My eyes narrowed, "Well then, what do you want?" I lowered myself down near him.
"I want." he paused. In a lightning quick second he had grabbed my arm and started to dig his nails into it. "Your power." Instead of draining my chi however, I felt something being pumped into my body, it felt strangely like venom. My eyes rolled up into my head and I fell to the floor, my last concious thought was that I still didn't know this damn guy's name.
-Goku-
Things were not going well for me. How exactly was I suposed to tell Bulma that Vegeta had just passed away again? One thing I was certian of, it wouldn't be easy. Poor Trunks, no father to guide him through life.
Now I know how Krillian must have felt trying to tell Chi Chi and Ox-King about my death. He told me that one time. Poor Krillian. Well old friend, now it's me that's in your shoes.
I went up to the door and knocked politely. Poor Bulma. One of the robots opened the door. "Bulma is too busy to come to the door. Please leave and return at a future time." it's little mechanical voice repeated 4 times before I smashed the stupid thing with one clean kick.
I stepped inside the building and took note of my surroundings. Vegeta always did call this place a maze. I could see why too. Down the hall I saw a light and approached being careful to shut the door just loud enough. It was still late at night, so I peeped into the room cautiously.
It was Trunks's room. I watched him for a few seconds lying there peacefully. Poor little guy. I can't believe this was happening to one of the most innocent young kids on earth. Okay, so maybe innocent wasn't the best adjective still...he didn't deserve this.
I continued down the twisting and turning hall. Again I saw a light on. What if Bulma was waiting for Vegeta? I gulped. Maybe Krillian had it easier than me. I crossed my fingers and prayed she was pulling an all-nighter.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Luck was with me today. So as not to scare her too badly I gently knocked on the door. She looked up, almost shocked to see me. "Goku?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"
I looked around the room. I looked at anything but her eyes. "Uh...Bulma, you might want to sit down for this." I said.
-Vegeta-
I came to my senses slowly, and when I fully woke up I had a pounding headache. Geez, I mean, I guess one of the definitions for hell could be something like having a splitting headache with no asprin.
Slowly I sat up. I noticed I was in some sort of secluded area. What was going on? All I knew was that I was in some sort of "cell" like area. There was a small, and might I add simple bed in one corner that I was sitting on. At the far wall from me was a sort of window. I soon found out that it was impossible to see out of. Other than that, all that surrounded me was four sturdy walls. From what I gathered there was no door either! Just solid wall. Would you believe I discovered all this with simply my sense of touch? It's true, there was no light in the damn cell.
I sat down on the floor, or at least what I presumed was the floor. For all I knew the people, or things, that put me in here screwed with the gravity too.
"Gee death sucks." I muttered miserably to myself.
-Goku-
I flew home berating myself. Poor Bulma. Stupid me. I couldn't believe that I had just come right out and told her. I really should have let it fall piece by piece. I shook my head sadly. There really wasn't much I could do though. Unless...
I changed my directions quickly. Maybe there was something I could do after all.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I know, shorter then it should have been, and not that good either. Sorry 'bought the change, I know it's kinda confusing. *sigh* I think the spaces inbetween the paragraphs makes it easier to read. So I'll probably do it that way, unless it's a REALLY long fic.