This is what I would call random madness. ok, so I'm mean to Veggie _again_ *sigh* can't help myself.
it is kindof a follow up on Vegeta's inferno. don't hurt me! I just had to do this!
disclaimer: I (do not/ could not) own dragonball. SHIMMATTA!!!!
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'So, you made fun of our hell?'
"-wha-?"
"Who?" Vegeta looked around frantically.
It was dark everywhere. He couldn't seem, nor smell anything. Couldn't even feel the ground under him.
Suddenly, there was light. And there, he stood.
Kami.
No, Picollo.
No. Neither. Or them both.
But there was something very wrong about him; something very odd.
Like he was the sum of both these two, but somehow less. Or more, in a devilish sort of way.
Suddenly, it wasn't all that hard for Vegeta to beleive Picollo had called himself the demon-king.
The twitching smile at the corner of his mouth sure was devilish enough.
Wait a minute? 'twitching smile'?
Something very weird was going on around here.
A strange sence of dread filled the prince as he looked at the odd, half-bent nameck.
It spoke again. Whatever it was.
"So? you mocked human the hell you were sent too?
But I agree. It was not bad enough.
Not bad enough for the likes of you." it started laughing now. Madly.
DEsperately, the Saij-jin tried to think of a smart retort.
Something like 'talking to you all day sure would be hell enough.'
But just as he'd formulated the sentence, the old creture cut in again:
"I'll GIVE YOU HELL!"
Vegeta didn't know why he'd let him.
For some reasone, his mouth was too dry to speak. It couldn't be fear. Certainly not.
"YOUR PERSONAL HELL!"
And it all faded out again.
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When his vision cleared, all he could see where colours.
Happy, cheerfull colours. Patterns on them.
He blinked, focussing on them.
Right in front of his face. It took him two more moment to realise what these colours were.
Then another to realise he himself was holding them up.
WRAPPING PAPER!; boxes! BAKA!
Uncerimoniously, he dropped the pile of boxes and bags he had been holding, looking around disorientated.
He was in the middle of a broad street, glass to either side.
A long tunnel,
with on the other side of the glass dresses and clothes and all sorts ofuseless gadgets he didn't even want to know.
But he was hardly alone in the street.
In fact, it was so crowded he could hardly the glass walls over the heads of the hunderds, no, thousands of people.
It only strook him funny for a moment that each and everyone seemed to be taller then him.
All around him, conversation hummed, and the happy sound of an orchan could be heard.
"Watch it, cluts@!"
Someone called over the humm of the crowd, bumping him, then kicking one of the boxes the Saij-jin Prince had just droped.
Vegeta snarled, righting his palm at the lothesome creature that had just bumped him, actually making him move!
But what happened shocked him more then anyting else ever could; abselutely _NOTHING_.
No Ki-blas.
Not even a spark.
Needless to say, the little prince was in shock.
He looked at his hand, the back up and down again. So phased that he didn't even react when he was shuffed aside again.
It was only then that he noticed the blue-haired creature in front of him.
_Bulma_ she was talking dislodgedly to herself, looking down at the ground, somehow not _quite_ seeming herself.
After a moment, she straightened. "yes, I see."
And with that, she regarded her Saij-jin prince with a devilish smirk. Not her own though.
It seemed very familiar to the Prince, turning his blood to ice.
But he was quite sure he had never seen it on _her_ face before.
He cocked his head. Confused, maybe a little scared. But surely Bulma would know what was going on.
She was, after all, supposed to be brilliant.
"Woman,-"
-"well?" she countered, in a menacing tone of voice.
"Don't just stand there. Pick up those things you've dropped.
We've got a hell of a lot more shopping to do."
She barked a laugh.
"SHOPPING?"
It was beneath him.
Besides, how could she think about shopping at a time like this.
Hadn't she seen?
Didn't she know?
He'd just,..
He couldn't,.. Blast it!
He couldn't even think it, let alone acknowlidge it. No power.
what was wrong with him?
What the _hell_ was wrong with the world?
His thoughts were interrupted though.
"Yes, you cluts. Now pick those things up before they've been stamped flat. And don't make me tell you again."
With that, she turned on her heel.
Only to stop and turn back at his indignant growl.
"WOMAN! _I_ am the prince of all Saij-jins, not your bag-boy. Get someone else to do it."
The woman glared back at him, closing in fast, red eyes blazing.
Her voice turned dangerously low.
"The only reason you're still the prince, is because your the last one _left_.
Now pick up those bags before you upset me."
"Last one?"
It seemed so obvious suddely.
Kakaroth wasn't there anymore. He didn't know how he knew.
He just did.
Not that it mattered much. If he wanted to spar, he could just jump at _any_ person in this street.
They were _all_ as strong as he.
No, stronger. And strong wasn't even the right word.
_Pathetic!_
Vegeta was starting to hyperventilate at the sudden realisation.
'_NO!_ I'm weak! I-'
wait a minute? Red eyes?
"Your not.- Not my mate!"
THe creature that looked like Bulma looked back at him, cocking it's head.
"What ever are you talking about. Yes I am. Can't you _feel_ it?"
It took just about all he had left not to panic.
It was right. he _could_ feel it.
But _this_ wasn't Bulma.
"Your.- YOu're."
_Freeza_.
It chuckled in answer.
_how perceptive of you_ it answered through his mind.
Vetega was backing away by now, trembling.
"How?,-"
"This is a nightmare, right?"
-"Oh, no. it's really me." the monster that looked like a woman told him.
"One moment I was burning in hell, the next,.."
"phoof!"
Something latched around the Prince's leg. Smooth and scaled. Before looking down he knew it was Freeza's tail.
Vegeta looked back up, defiance back on his face.
"NO!"
"Die you,..!" and with a loud 'pat' he strook the tirant.
Nothing. No reaction at all.
Untill the tail around his leg strated crusing his bone.
Hissing through clenched teeth, the proud prince went down on one knee, hands trying to free himself.
"Now now, my pet.
Your making a scene.
Just pick up the packidges and follow your assighned two-steps behind."
That was the drop.
"I will _not_!
I'll kill you first! I'll NEVER do as you order. Never again."
People were staring, giving him odd looks.
They seemed oblivious to the tail that was now disentagling from his leg, and latching onto his throat.
Not ever when he was lifted from the ground did they seem to see it.
"You will too, my little monkey prince.
You'll do as I tell you and do your best.
Like the loyal dog you are. And mess up anyway, incompetent as you are.
And then I'll just have to beat some sence into you.
_Again_.
And you'll love it.
Now get a move on, you sicko."
Vegeta blinked as he was finally released. People were staring and he knew he was red in the face.
More as a reflex then reason, he started picking up the packedges quickly,
running after the creature that looked like his mate.
Well, he didn't want to make even _more_ of a scene, did he?
"Kami" he grumbled under his breath.
"I hope I wake up soon."
Then he groaned, caught up in to painfully slow gait of the shoppers all around.
Setting his teeth as the monster in front of him made a special point of stopping to stare at every window-frame.
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Picollo was the first to wake up, staring at the empty sky above him.
Only a single palm-leave in his view, swaying in the wind.
Then, he heard a groan next to him. Kami. "What? what happened."
Piccolo groaned back in answer. he had a plitting head-ache, but he doubted his couterpart was off any better.
"can't remember."
" but I don't think our little fusion experiment was a succes."
Kami must have nodded in answer. Piccollo didn't really have the energy to check.
"say. maybe we did something wrong?"
"could be. wanna try again?"
Piccollo groaned again. "not in this lifetime."
it is kindof a follow up on Vegeta's inferno. don't hurt me! I just had to do this!
disclaimer: I (do not/ could not) own dragonball. SHIMMATTA!!!!
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'So, you made fun of our hell?'
"-wha-?"
"Who?" Vegeta looked around frantically.
It was dark everywhere. He couldn't seem, nor smell anything. Couldn't even feel the ground under him.
Suddenly, there was light. And there, he stood.
Kami.
No, Picollo.
No. Neither. Or them both.
But there was something very wrong about him; something very odd.
Like he was the sum of both these two, but somehow less. Or more, in a devilish sort of way.
Suddenly, it wasn't all that hard for Vegeta to beleive Picollo had called himself the demon-king.
The twitching smile at the corner of his mouth sure was devilish enough.
Wait a minute? 'twitching smile'?
Something very weird was going on around here.
A strange sence of dread filled the prince as he looked at the odd, half-bent nameck.
It spoke again. Whatever it was.
"So? you mocked human the hell you were sent too?
But I agree. It was not bad enough.
Not bad enough for the likes of you." it started laughing now. Madly.
DEsperately, the Saij-jin tried to think of a smart retort.
Something like 'talking to you all day sure would be hell enough.'
But just as he'd formulated the sentence, the old creture cut in again:
"I'll GIVE YOU HELL!"
Vegeta didn't know why he'd let him.
For some reasone, his mouth was too dry to speak. It couldn't be fear. Certainly not.
"YOUR PERSONAL HELL!"
And it all faded out again.
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When his vision cleared, all he could see where colours.
Happy, cheerfull colours. Patterns on them.
He blinked, focussing on them.
Right in front of his face. It took him two more moment to realise what these colours were.
Then another to realise he himself was holding them up.
WRAPPING PAPER!; boxes! BAKA!
Uncerimoniously, he dropped the pile of boxes and bags he had been holding, looking around disorientated.
He was in the middle of a broad street, glass to either side.
A long tunnel,
with on the other side of the glass dresses and clothes and all sorts ofuseless gadgets he didn't even want to know.
But he was hardly alone in the street.
In fact, it was so crowded he could hardly the glass walls over the heads of the hunderds, no, thousands of people.
It only strook him funny for a moment that each and everyone seemed to be taller then him.
All around him, conversation hummed, and the happy sound of an orchan could be heard.
"Watch it, cluts@!"
Someone called over the humm of the crowd, bumping him, then kicking one of the boxes the Saij-jin Prince had just droped.
Vegeta snarled, righting his palm at the lothesome creature that had just bumped him, actually making him move!
But what happened shocked him more then anyting else ever could; abselutely _NOTHING_.
No Ki-blas.
Not even a spark.
Needless to say, the little prince was in shock.
He looked at his hand, the back up and down again. So phased that he didn't even react when he was shuffed aside again.
It was only then that he noticed the blue-haired creature in front of him.
_Bulma_ she was talking dislodgedly to herself, looking down at the ground, somehow not _quite_ seeming herself.
After a moment, she straightened. "yes, I see."
And with that, she regarded her Saij-jin prince with a devilish smirk. Not her own though.
It seemed very familiar to the Prince, turning his blood to ice.
But he was quite sure he had never seen it on _her_ face before.
He cocked his head. Confused, maybe a little scared. But surely Bulma would know what was going on.
She was, after all, supposed to be brilliant.
"Woman,-"
-"well?" she countered, in a menacing tone of voice.
"Don't just stand there. Pick up those things you've dropped.
We've got a hell of a lot more shopping to do."
She barked a laugh.
"SHOPPING?"
It was beneath him.
Besides, how could she think about shopping at a time like this.
Hadn't she seen?
Didn't she know?
He'd just,..
He couldn't,.. Blast it!
He couldn't even think it, let alone acknowlidge it. No power.
what was wrong with him?
What the _hell_ was wrong with the world?
His thoughts were interrupted though.
"Yes, you cluts. Now pick those things up before they've been stamped flat. And don't make me tell you again."
With that, she turned on her heel.
Only to stop and turn back at his indignant growl.
"WOMAN! _I_ am the prince of all Saij-jins, not your bag-boy. Get someone else to do it."
The woman glared back at him, closing in fast, red eyes blazing.
Her voice turned dangerously low.
"The only reason you're still the prince, is because your the last one _left_.
Now pick up those bags before you upset me."
"Last one?"
It seemed so obvious suddely.
Kakaroth wasn't there anymore. He didn't know how he knew.
He just did.
Not that it mattered much. If he wanted to spar, he could just jump at _any_ person in this street.
They were _all_ as strong as he.
No, stronger. And strong wasn't even the right word.
_Pathetic!_
Vegeta was starting to hyperventilate at the sudden realisation.
'_NO!_ I'm weak! I-'
wait a minute? Red eyes?
"Your not.- Not my mate!"
THe creature that looked like Bulma looked back at him, cocking it's head.
"What ever are you talking about. Yes I am. Can't you _feel_ it?"
It took just about all he had left not to panic.
It was right. he _could_ feel it.
But _this_ wasn't Bulma.
"Your.- YOu're."
_Freeza_.
It chuckled in answer.
_how perceptive of you_ it answered through his mind.
Vetega was backing away by now, trembling.
"How?,-"
"This is a nightmare, right?"
-"Oh, no. it's really me." the monster that looked like a woman told him.
"One moment I was burning in hell, the next,.."
"phoof!"
Something latched around the Prince's leg. Smooth and scaled. Before looking down he knew it was Freeza's tail.
Vegeta looked back up, defiance back on his face.
"NO!"
"Die you,..!" and with a loud 'pat' he strook the tirant.
Nothing. No reaction at all.
Untill the tail around his leg strated crusing his bone.
Hissing through clenched teeth, the proud prince went down on one knee, hands trying to free himself.
"Now now, my pet.
Your making a scene.
Just pick up the packidges and follow your assighned two-steps behind."
That was the drop.
"I will _not_!
I'll kill you first! I'll NEVER do as you order. Never again."
People were staring, giving him odd looks.
They seemed oblivious to the tail that was now disentagling from his leg, and latching onto his throat.
Not ever when he was lifted from the ground did they seem to see it.
"You will too, my little monkey prince.
You'll do as I tell you and do your best.
Like the loyal dog you are. And mess up anyway, incompetent as you are.
And then I'll just have to beat some sence into you.
_Again_.
And you'll love it.
Now get a move on, you sicko."
Vegeta blinked as he was finally released. People were staring and he knew he was red in the face.
More as a reflex then reason, he started picking up the packedges quickly,
running after the creature that looked like his mate.
Well, he didn't want to make even _more_ of a scene, did he?
"Kami" he grumbled under his breath.
"I hope I wake up soon."
Then he groaned, caught up in to painfully slow gait of the shoppers all around.
Setting his teeth as the monster in front of him made a special point of stopping to stare at every window-frame.
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Picollo was the first to wake up, staring at the empty sky above him.
Only a single palm-leave in his view, swaying in the wind.
Then, he heard a groan next to him. Kami. "What? what happened."
Piccolo groaned back in answer. he had a plitting head-ache, but he doubted his couterpart was off any better.
"can't remember."
" but I don't think our little fusion experiment was a succes."
Kami must have nodded in answer. Piccollo didn't really have the energy to check.
"say. maybe we did something wrong?"
"could be. wanna try again?"
Piccollo groaned again. "not in this lifetime."