Breaking Through

Breaking Through

Arrival at Vegetasei

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the characters, and am not making any money out of this. Well, is this an original disclaimer or what?

A/N: Oh, it's time for my notes. Well, here I go: I think that everyone who hasn't read 'Where are you?' yet, should do that before continuing, cause this is the sequel, and I think it will get rather confusing if ya don't know what happened before. Well, to get you back into the story, here is the last sentence of the previous chapter, a thought that flashed through Vegeta's mind:

'The strongest warrior in the universe, a Super Saiyan who had just killed Freeza, had no worries at all.' Now, on with the story…

At this thought Vegeta shot up. Where did that come from? How could he have killed Freeza, and be a Super Saiyan, when he had seen Freeza alive just yesterday and he hadn't been on the base since? And yes, he had trained all his life to become a Super Saiyan, but he hadn't attained that Legendary level yet… had he? He then looked inside himself, at his powerlevel, and gasped in shock. How could he have gotten so strong in this short amount of time? He abruptly stood up and threw Bulma away from him. She was smacked against the wall. He stood up and looked around. This wasn't his ship! He then furiously looked down at the woman, who sat against the wall, rubbing her back. "What is going on in here? What happened to my ship? How come you look so much different from yesterday!" he shouted at her. She looked up at him, but said nothing. Simply because she knew that if she did, he wouldn't believe her. "WELL? Answer me!" he yelled. Bulma still stayed silent.

But then, all of the sudden a voice sounded in his head. He remembered this voice, it was the voice of the Saiyan that had come to him in his dream yesterday. The man who had told him that he should go back to Vegetasei to take the throne, and that he should fight the rebels. The dream had gone on after that message… something about a mate or so… but he couldn't remember that clearly. Vegeta remembered this dream, and therefor recognized the voice. You are right, my Prince' it sounded in his head, 'it is true, something has changed. You are not on your own ship, but on a ship that has been manufactured by the servant girl you have with you, Bulma Briefs. She has been a good servant these past nine years, so you have kept her.' Vegeta snarled at this. "What the fuck do you mean? Nine years??" he cursed. 'Yes, my Prince. It has been nine years since you first came to Earth. You have traveled a lot, gone Super Saiyan and defeated Freeza. But, something has gone wrong with the dimensions. You have been transported back in time, where you have been for a week or so, and then I have been able to get you back here. I was very glad that it worked, but apparently something has gone wrong. You have lost your memories from the past nine years. At least, I thought so, but it seems that you do remember parts of it, like that you have transformed into the Legendary Super Saiyan, and defeated Freeza. If you wish it, my Prince, I can try to give you back some of your memories, but I don't think that I will succeed in bringing back everything…' "Do it!" Vegeta commanded. 'As you wish…' the voice said, and memories began flooding into Vegeta's head. But the evil Saiyan had also twisted some of them, he had added Bulma to the memories, but only as a faithfull servant, and left out all the memories that had her in as a mate. 'This is all I could do, my Lord. I hope all is a bit clearer now…' and then, the voice left.

Vegeta sat silent in meditation, going through all the memories that he had just re-attained. He almost laughed in joy, as he suddenly saw how he had destroyed Freeza, in Super Saiyan form! But he was also a little disturbed, because he was seemingly unable to find out what had caused him to transform. He only remembered, that he had been enormously mad at Freeza. But hadn't he been that all his life? Hadn't he cursed Freeza, and almost burst with fury, everytime he had been hurt, molested, and mocked by that horrible monster? What could have made him that mad? How could it be possible that he had become even more furious than ever before? He sighed. He would probably never know. The Saiyan had said that this was all he could do to restore his memories. Oh well, at least he remembered the mayor part of the past nine years. He then looked on. Indeed, the Saiyan had been right. The woman had been nothing but a faithful servant all those years. But then, how come that she still forgot to call him Prince, or Lord Vegeta? It was a really strange feeling to have memories with holes. And that odd feeling, that some part of his mind, some link or something was missing was still there…

But Vegeta got up and quickly dismissed the thoughts. Let's see how far it is from here, wherever I am right now, to Vegetasei.

In the meantime, Bulma had gotten up, and left the room, as soon as appeared that Vegeta was meditating, and quickly gone to the main computer. She logged in and opened her newly started project. It was an invention she had just started. She was hoping to make a sort of shield that would make ki undetectable for all sensors, either scouters, or natural senses. She got her laptop out of a capsule, and linked it to the computer. She then proceeded to send all of her projects from the computer onto the laptop. When she was done, she put passwords on all her files, and put them in a hiding mode. She knew that Vegeta was pretty smart, but no way that he would be able to find these files when he didn't know they existed. She kinda smiled when she thought of the last time she had asked Vegeta to find her a file on the computer.

She had deliberately hidden the file, making sure that you could only open it when you'd go through tons of links, each time choosing the right one. She wanted to see how long it would take him to find it. When she came back after about two hours, she had found that Vegeta was gone, and all that was left of the computer were smoking remains. "Temper, temper" she had laughed, when she had found him in the gravity room, training like mad.

Bulma's smile quickly vanished when she heard Vegeta coming. She logged out of the computer and quickly put the laptop back into the capsule that she hid in her pocket. "Humph. What are you doing here? I didn't give you permission to come in here now did I?" he snorted. Bulma bowed her head. "No. I'm sorry, my Prince." She said. Vegeta then sat down behind the computer, and tried to log in, but failed miserably. He tried for ten more minutes, and Bulma was almost rolling on the floor in laughter. This was almost exactly as five years ago. But she had to keep it inside. She shouldn't show as much as a smile, or he would break both her arms and her legs. So she just stood there, calmly, humble, and on the inside laughing like mad. Come on, honey, after living nine years with me you should be able to log in on my computer. she thought, smiling.

But Vegeta failed. Finally, after ten more minutes. He turned around to face her. "I remember that this is your creation, so you should be able to work with this thing. Show me how to use it right now." He carefully traced her face for any signs of mockery, but she showed nothing. "Yes, my Prince." She walked over to the computer, and stood in front of him. He stared at her cute butt for a moment, and then smirked. He pulled her onto his lap, and chuckled when she gasped in shock. He was amazed at how right it felt to have her so close. He actually shouldn't be so… intimate with a slave, but hey, he was the Prince! He could do anything he wanted.

Bulma was a little shocked when he suddenly pulled her onto his lap, but then relaxed. This felt good. He used to take her onto his lap all the time. When they went somewhere together, she didn't even get to sit on a chair; he wouldn't let her. But she quickly returned at the matter at hand. She opened the login window, and entered the password, with Vegeta looking over her shoulder. "The password was 'Vegeta' wasn't it?" he asked. She simply nodded and went on. "My Lord, what did you want to know again?" she spoke. "I want to know how long it will take us to reach Vegetasei." She opened several windows, and then was in the navigation program. She went to a search-option, and entered 'time of arrival' in the search window. In two seconds the answer was on the screen, and was spoken through the loudspeakers at the same moment. The screen showed: "Time of arrival at Vegetasei: 27th of July, 09:00 a.m.' the voice said. "Hey Bulma! We will arrive at Vegetasei on the 27th of July, at nine o'clock in the morning, standard time. Bye honey!" "This is it, my Prince, this means that we will be there in a week." Bulma said, unnecessarily, but wanting to break the silence. "What is this for a STUPID sound program. Change it right now!!" he snarled. "I am sorry, my Prince. I will log in on your ID." she said, logged out, and logged in on his ID. She did the same she did before, and this time the computer gave the same data, but the voice now spoke a little different, although it was almost the same. "Well, Vegeta, well will arrive at Vegetasei on July the 27th, at nine a.m., standard time. And remember: Bulma lo…" At this, Bulma had quickly turned off the sound, and began changing and typing things like mad. She quickly changed the sound program into the more formal mode, and had just pressed the 'apply' button, when Vegeta threw her off of the computer. "What was that all about, woman!" he growled, and then chuckled. Bulma looked scared, but on the inside wiped the sweat off her forehead. Wow, if the computer had finished that sentence, the 'remember Bulma loves you'-sentence, I would have been toast! "Why did you turn off the program all of the sudden? It sounded like it wasn't finished yet!" he continued, dangerously calm, while he walked towards her. "Well?" he smirked, and stepped onto her left had, crushing it with his weight. He then bowed over her to torture her some more when a vision crossed his mind. It was suddenly him in the woman's position, and Freeza in his position. It was exactly the same. Freeza had been punishing him for forgetting to bow for him. As soon as his sight had returned, he backed away from Bulma. "Leave." He said. And she got up and ran to the surgery, to repair her broken hand, choking in her tears of pain.

Vegeta frowned. He was acting exactly in the same manner to this woman, as Freeza had acted to him. She had been his faithful servant for nine years. Did she really deserve this? Should she go through the same horrors as he had gone through those twenty years in Freeza's service? Was he as much as a bastard as the monster that had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember? He couldn't be. He should be respected, and feared by everyone, but he wouldn't let his imago be based upon horrible tortures. He would not let anyone compare him to Freeza. Freeza was over, and Vegeta was different. Vegeta was to be feared, and looked up to, but not to be disgusted. He would not torture the woman again. Sure, he would hurt her, and make her fear him, but he would never, ever be like Freeza.

Bulma sighed, as the healing liquid had done it's work and the throbbing pain in her hand had disappeared. How long will he go on like this? I know that there won't be any permanent damage done, but it really is painful. Both physically and mentally. On that day on Mayoshi-sei, he swore to never hurt me, and always keep me from harm. And even though he can't help it, because that horrible Saiyan made him loose his memory, it still is painful to have someone you love hurt you… Well, at least I saved my projects from him, and I'm sure that with my geniality, I will be able to find a way to restore his memory. And with renewed power, Bulma got up, and went back inside.

The whole week went pretty normal. At least, if you can say that life with Vegeta can ever be normal. Especially with this new, uncaring Vegeta. He just treated Bulma as a servant, the way he 'remembered' treating her before. Bulma all took it quite well, and was happy to find out that Vegeta had stopped his pointless torturing. Sure, he would hit her if she did something wrong, but the way he did it was different. Before he would torture her slowly, and smirking, but now he just hit her in anger, and then left her alone. Vegeta only was confused sometimes, when he felt a flash of caring, and want to protect strike through him when he looked at Bulma. He didn't quite understand that. Maybe he had had her for too long, and should get rid of her. He once tried to. He went to her in her sleep, and lifted his hand, with a glowing ki-ball in it, just strong enough to kill her. But he found he couldn't. He just couldn't kill the woman. He cursed, but told himself that it was just because it was a shame to waste such a good worker. So he just kept Bulma alive.

"My prince! Prince Vegeta! VEGETA!!" Bulma yelled, trying to wake Vegeta. At this last shout Vegeta jumped out of bed in fighting stance. "What?! What is it?" he shouted, and then, as he noticed that they weren't under attack, dropped his defense. "What did you wake me up for!!" he then screamed to Bulma, angry about this embarrassing scene. "I'm sorry, my Prince, but we have landed, and there are some really scary Saiyans outside, threatening to blow the ship up!" she said, still shuddering with the memory of the men. "How dare they!" Vegeta growled, while quickly putting on some armor. He then went outside, while Bulma started to put her most necessary stuff in capsules. "IF YOU DON'T COME OUT NOW WE WILL…" one of the three Saiyans started to yell, and then saw Vegeta come out and quickly dropped to the ground. "My Prince! I'm sorry! We did not know this was your ship!" he stammered, face reddening, and keeping his fingers crossed, hoping not to be killed. "How dare you threaten your Prince!" Vegeta roared, and blasted the man. The other two, that had also dropped to the ground weren't upset with the death of the other man, they were just happy that it hadn't been them yelling this time. Vegeta glared at them, and crossed his arms, looking as the most powerful, and dangerous man in the universe, which he was. "You may stand up, and go to the palace to announce my arrival. I want everything to be perfect, and the ceremony ready to begin when I come." The two men nodded and quickly flew off. Vegeta went back into the ship to fetch Bulma. He found her in her room, almost finished dressing. Bulma blushed a little, but didn't dare ask him to turn around, because she was sure he would hit her then. So she just ignored his stare, and finished undressing, and put on a pair of shorts and a tanktop. "Even though you are a mere slave, you should at least wear a dress or something." Vegeta's voice sounded. "Yes, my Prince." Bulma sighed, and undressed again. She then took out a cute little red dress, and smiled when she saw that it was the exact same dress that she had worn on that first night of her and Vegeta's acting period. She looked at Vegeta, lifting the dress, and he nodded approvingly. She then put it on, and was amazed that it still fit. I guess I didn't put on that much weight in those nine years! she thought happily. She looked into the mirror at herself. Oh! I look wonderful! she cheered. She then carefully looked in the mirror at Vegeta and snickered. He was looking at her with wide eyes, just as she knew he had been looking everytime he saw her undress, and thought she wasn't looking. She then put on some light makeup, took a black backpack, in which she had stuffed all her capsules, and turned around to go with Vegeta. He grunted. "Took you long enough." But he didn't go on about it. He just walked out, and looked at the sky. Next problem. I don't want to carry her. It's not like she's my mate or something, and I'm sure she can't fly on her own. Bulma noticed this, and quickly took out a capsule that contained an aircraft. She motioned for Vegeta to get in. He frowned a little, about going into this puny human aircraft, but dismissed his uneasiness and got in. Bulma got behind the controls, started it, and flew off. "The palace is the other way." Vegeta snorted, seeing that she just flew around, unwilling to ask him the way. "I'm sorry." Bulma said, and turned the ship around.

When they arrived at the palace, she was amazed. She almost crashed the aircraft, because she was looking in awe at the building. WOW!! It's amazing! I never knew Vegeta had lived this beautifully! The palace was huge! It was really high. It reached into the clouds, and everywhere you looked there were towers, and balconies, and high windows. And around it were beautiful gardens. About the whole planet was red, dry and nothing would grow. But this garden was enormous and beautiful. Everywhere there were trees, and flowers, and ponds, and creeks. Some parts were with trees, a little like a forest, and other parts were more fields, with grass and all sorts of flowers. Birds were everywhere, and the whole place was just beautiful. When she had landed the aircraft and got out she could also smell it. She could smell the just mowed grass, and the forest, which she had always thought a great perfume, it was the smell of nature. She could also smell the flowers, thousands and thousands of them. They smelled in a very sweet, but also fresh way. To be short: Bulma loved the place.

Vegeta just walked to the doors, oblivious to the beauty around him. He had always thought the gardens boring and useless. He would rather go train. Bulma walked after him, very slowly, taking in every essence of the palace and nature. When she finally looked up, she saw received a very angry glare from Vegeta, and hurried to the entrance. "Don't keep me waiting like that again!" he snarled. Bulma nodded and quietly followed him.

When they came in, about fifteen Saiyans, both male and female rushed towards him. They dropped to the ground in respect and fear. Vegeta nodded, and they got back up. A tall, and very handsome Saiyan man with short cut hair, who was slightly better dressed than the others spoke to Vegeta. "We are all very glad that you have returned, my Prince. We have already prepared the throne room for the ceremony, but, as you can probably remember, you have to be bathed and have twelve hours of isolation before you can be crowned king."

"Of course I know that!" Vegeta grunted, looking angry, but not as angry as usual. Every time he looked at this man, his face softened a bit. Bulma wondered who this man was to Vegeta. "Sorry, my Prince. Then, if you will allow me, I will have these women bathe you, and dress you, and prepare you for the isolation period." Vegeta nodded again. The women walked over to him, and followed him when he walked off to his royal chambers. He then remembered something. "I want my slave to be treated well. I want her to be bathed, dressed and given a room inside my own." He didn't exactly know why he wanted to have the woman near, but thought that it was probably since he was used to it, all these years. Cambras, which was the Saiyans name, bowed and replied that he would look after that. He then leaded Bulma away, to Vegeta's quarters, which were about half of the enormous palace, where he ordered her to put down her bag. He showed her the room, and then took her away again, to a women-bathing room, where he called for some servants to bathe her. He then left her alone.

Bulma waited, and after about two minutes, the women came in. They were all aliens (the Saiyans would never let an alien servant be bathed by Saiyans, that was only for the Royal family), and very beautiful. They walked in, and smiled at Bulma. Bulma flashed a smile back, but it was a nervous one. She had never been bathed before, and was a little embarrassed about taking a bath with other women, even though they were only there to wash her. The women undressed, until they were only in some sort of weird, see-through swimsuits, and then undressed Bulma, who was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. They got into the enormous bath, and washed Bulma. When they were done, Bulma almost jumped out of the bath. The woman got out too, and dried her off, with some huge white fluffy towels. That was about the only part Bulma liked about the whole bath-thingy. Those towels were heaven. They then left, to return a minute later with a really pretty silver colored dress. They put it onto her, and it fitted perfectly. It was actually quite simple (let's not forget she was only a servant). It was about to her knees, and held up with two spaghetti bands, that crossed over her back. She also got silver earrings, and a silver necklace. And finally they put a silver band around her ankle, marked with the royal mark of Vegetasei. She thought that that probably said that she belonged to Vegeta or something. She was then brought back to her room, which she was very happy for, because she desperately needed some rest. She took off the dress and lied down on the large, green bed. It was soft… soft enough for Bulma to fall asleep immediately.

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So far for Chapter two. I hope you all like it. Next part will be on Vegeta's isolation, and the coronation and… just wait and see. Aishiteru! – Marlyne.