Breaking Through
An Odd Surprise
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 Well, you must've all noticed that the Dutch flamers are increasing in number, cause my sweet, sweet sister, thought it was a good idea to ask all of her friends to flame me too. I just loooooove my sis! GRRRR!! ^_^
When Vegeta woke up the next morning, he was slightly groggy. Ever since his passing out on the ship, he hadn't slept well. He did not remember any sleeping problems in the past nine years.
On the contrary, he recalled having slept bad for all his life, but then, the past nine years he had slept fine, though he didn't know just why.
But the past few weeks he hadn't slept that well anymore.
He went to the bathroom and took a shower. When he angrily slammed the door shut, he accidentally smashed his tail between the door. A white, hot flash of pain shot up his spine, and he nearly passed out. But he quickly regained posture and, cursing all the way, dressed in some random everyday armor.
Vegeta then called for someone to go get Burenko. In ten minutes Burenko arrived and after a brief bow and a respectful greeting, sat down. Vegeta then went to call for someone to go get Bulma, but changed his mind and went to get her himself.
Bulma lazily opened her eyes. "Oh, hi Vegeta!" she murmured, turned around, and promptly fell asleep again. He raised one eyebrow at her disrespect, and ignored the feeling inside him that said that he didn't mind her informal ways of addressing him. He shot a ki-blast in the bed, right next to her head. With a scream she shot up. "Finally, woman!" Vegeta grunted. "Come into my room and serve me breakfast in five minutes." He then turned around to leave. "WHAT!! DO YOU THINK I'M EVER GONNA MAKE IT DRESSING IN ONLY..." Bulma then realized her situation again. Though that isn't too hard to remember, when one is held against the wall by a furious Saiyan King. "I-I'm sorry, my King! It will not happen again. P-please don't hurt me!!" she begged, fear suddenly creeping into her eyes. Vegeta saw this and dropped her. He growled and walked out of the room. "Five minutes!" What the HELL is wrong with me!!! I should have blasted every other person who dared to do that!! Why didn't I even hurt her? There is definitely something wrong with me! Vegeta thought, as he shook his head in discomprehension.
Bulma slowly got up, sighing in relief that, besides of a sore bottom, she was fine. She undressed, took a recordtime-shower, and quickly slid on a cute lightblue dress. She just went barefooted, cause no matter how hard she sought, she couldn't find matching shoes in her capsules. Besides, in this entire room there were no shoes. No where. So Bulma guessed that she was supposed to be barefooted. Well, who cared, the carpet here was as soft as she'd never thought it could be.
While waiting for the woman to get back in, Vegeta examined Burenko. "So, tell me, my friend," he spoke, breaking the silence, "how come you are still alive? I was told that you had died on Gohija-sei. That information must've been false." Burenko nodded. "Yes, my King, the story is this. We went to a purge on Gohija-sei, and all of my crew were murdered. I, however, managed to hide, and steal a pod, in which I just barely escaped. I, after that, landed on a planet that seemed deserted, but was not. It was the planet of the Yardrat. They took me out of my pod, healed me, and then offered for me to stay with them until I was strong again. So I did, but after about a month, they started bothering me with offers to learn some weird psychic powers, but I refused. I did not want to be bothered by having idiotic powers. So I went back to Vegetasei. My entire crew had been killed save for me." Vegeta nodded. "And the information of your return must have missed me."
At this moment Bulma came in. Wow! I understand what Cambras meant when he told me about his Majesty's newest slave! She looks really tasty! He is mad about not taking her for her personality! Well, if he won't, I will. Burenko, the sexistic asshole, thought. "That is a fine new slave you have got there Ou-sama." He said in a sweet voice to Vegeta. "Yes, she may be weak, but she has served me well the past nine years. I must say that I have taken a liking for her." Burenko nodded. Vegeta then looked up to Bulma. "Well, what are you waiting for? Serve us breakfast!" Bulma quickly bowed. "Yes, my Lord." And poured both of the men some orange juice. She looked around for eggs or toast or something, but to her surprise saw only bread, and piles of meat. Raw meat. Yuck! Do they eat meat all the time or something. These guys are like wild animals! Oh... look at what I just thought. That's exactly what they are! So Bulma picked up the plates, and placed them onto the table. They were almost too heavy to lift. And everytime when she was just done with putting a plate down, Vegeta or the other man would ask her for something else. The salt, the pepper, orange juice, alcohol, and so on. Well, nice job! She had to remember to kill the guy who had made Vegeta loose his memory, and therefor got her into this job. Oh... wait a sec, he was already dead... Shit! And so Bulma spent almost an hour, walking around, replacing dishes, pouring in drinks, playing slave. When they were almost done, Vegeta called for Bulma again. She came walking up to him, trying really hard to prevent the: "Do you wish anything, my King?" from sounding sarcastic. "No, it's nuthin' just that I thought that you would be hungry too." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded, slightly distrusting. Vegeta grabbed a piece of meat and handed it to her. "Excuse me, my Lord, but this meat is raw..." she whispered, almost scared for his reaction. But, to her surprise, Vegeta only glared at her, took the meat back, shot a tiny blast at it, and handed it back. The meat was now cooked. "Thank you..." she whispered, and eagerly started eating. Burenko looked at Vegeta, and then back to his plate. When, in the past this question was asked, he would either stuff the meat down her throat, or fry her instead of the meat. Strange...
***
Vegeta was walking on the dried out ground of the main street in the south of Loshijka. A Saiyan was walking next to him. The man was the tribe-leader of Loshijka. He was talking on and on and on about all the attacks that had been registered, that were surely committed by the rebels. "If only we could find out who their leader was, then we could also think of what his motives and goal are." Vegeta thought aloud. "Yes, my King, I suppose so." The man, named Goudapat said. Suddenly, the young King heard a sound. "But, if we are to find..." Goudapat went on, but was silenced by Vegeta. "HUSH!" he whispered. They listened intensely, and heard the sound again. It was a soft moaning. Vegeta carefully approached the sound, and looked behind the bushes where it came from.
There, on the ground, holding on to a bush, trying to lift himself, a terrible beaten Saiyan lay. He looked up at Vegeta. "My... my... uhhhh." And he fell to the ground, unconscious. "Sergeant! Have this man taken to the surgery right now!" Vegeta ordered. Goudapat nodded silently, and ordered his men to take the body to a tank.
After about two hours, the eyes of the man in the regeneration tank fluttered open. The King nodded and the tank was drained, and the man given some new armor. As soon as he was dressed he turned to the Prince. "My Prince." He said. Vegeta snarled. "I am your King now, and you will address me as such." The man nodded and bowed. "Excuse me, Ou-sama." He spoke respectfully. "Where are you from? Who beat you up like that?" Vegeta demanded. "I will tell you, my King, but I will have to ask you to promise on your royal word of honor, not to kill me. At least not until I have finished my story. I will provide you of good information about the rebels." Vegeta just nodded and signed for him to go on.
"My name is Gedeas and I am, as you might have noticed not a full-blooded Saiyan. My father was a Saiyan who after purging a planet named Fana, ended up on another planet thanks to a strange creature that had transported him off of the planet he was purging. He walked around there for a while, met my mother and decided to stay there. The planet he was now on was called Libjeta-sei, and was inhabitated by the Libjeta-jin. The Libjeta-jin are a race of ingenious technicians and also have people with incredibly high mental powers. So I was born as a boy with the mental powers and the technic genius of the Libjeta-jin, and the power of a Saiyan. After thirty years, both my parents died. My father had already been an old man, and my mother had a rather short natural lifespan. I decided to go back to my father's home planet, Vegetasei. I have now lived here for about thirty years. But, suddenly, eight years ago the man that is now the leader of the rebels approached me. He told me that there had been incredible evil, and that he needed my powers to build him something to help save the Prince. That Prince was you Ou-sama. He told me that you needed to be brought back to Vegetasei, and that he therefor needed my help. I joined his team, and invented him a machine that made use of the ancient technique of Sinran'to."
I've heard about this, or seen this before... maybe on the computer, or in letters, or in a book or something, I need to look that up when I get back into my Palace... Vegeta thought, when he heard this term.
"This is a technique to hide ones ki. I built a machine that could create artificial shields, that could be placed around about anything to hide it from senses and scouters. I also built a machine to shield all sorts of things from the eye. So, now all the shields constructed by my machine made everyone and everything underneath the shields both invisible as insensible. It took me seven years to construct this machine. Only when I was done the leader told me his real plans. He was meaning to take over the throne of Vegetasei, and from there conquer the universe. I disagreed with these plans, but kept my anger for myself. Only after the King was so brutally murdered, I protested. I was harshly punished and beaten to near death by the leader and his guards. They then left me behind those bushes, where you found me, to die a slow, agonizing death. Luckily you found me, and I have survived to tell you my story." Gedeas finished. Vegeta nodded, still in thought. "The leader of the rebels, tell me what he looks like." He said. Gedeas nodded. "He presently looks like a Saiyan. A rather short man, with short brown hair. He has a circle shaped scar on his left cheek."
"And his name is..."
Gedeas was silent for a moment. "I believe you know him, Ou-sama, he calls himself: Ginyu."
"WHAT?!?!? GINYU?!?!?"
Flashback
"Listen Ginyu, I'll make ya a deal. You change back into your old body, and we will let you go unharmed. And if you're wise, you'll never come back to this planet again."
End Flashback
Flashback
"Okay, monkey... er... Vegeta, I agree."
End Flashback
Shit!! I had him down! Why didn't I kill him? Whose body was he in that I so desperately wanted him to get out of? Why isn't my memory complete like everyone else's!!!! Vegeta cursed the holes that were everywhere in his memories of his fight with Ginyu. "And now he has changed into the body of one of my subjects?" he asked suddenly. Gedeas nodded again. "Yes, my King. He wanted to look like a Saiyan to take over the throne. So he changed bodies with a captured Saiyan and then blasted his old body." Vegeta was quiet again. "Well, I believe that you have told me all that you know. I want you to come back with me to the Palace, where I'm going to make a plan what to do with you." The half-breed respectfully bowed his head. "Yes, my King."
***
Vegeta cursed. He had found nothing while searching through all the letters and books he had recently read. Suddenly an idea flashed through his head. He burst into Bulma's room. "Woman, I need to..." he then saw she wasn't there. He sniffed the air intentionally and let his senses wander. "FUCK IT!!" he cursed, as he sensed her very weak ki. He rushed over to the east wing as quickly as he could. "BURENKO!!" he yelled, as he burst in the door, catching his tutor preparing a blast to finish Bulma off. "YOU ASSHOLE!! HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY SLAVE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND RAPE HER!!!" he yelled, as he pulled Bulma towards him. She slowly opened her eyes, and flashed him a smile. "Hey Vegeta! Nice to see ya!" she whispered. Vegeta shot a very, very angry glare at Burenko. He then smirked. "I know I really shouldn't kill my childhood tutor, but I think this is an exception." He then shot a ki-blast right through his heart. He covered Bulma's body up in the rags that were left of what she had been wearing, and carried her to the southern wing, where the medics worked. He walked in, put Bulma in a regeneration tank, and grabbed a medic. "Heal her." he simply said. "Y-yes, my King." The man stammered, placed a cap over Bulma's mouth, typed in tons of numbers and codes, and the tank started to fill with healing fluids. Vegeta left.
Three hours later, a beeping sound came from the tank. The medic rushed towards it, drained it and offered Bulma a towel. He then sent someone away to get the King.
Vegeta was there in two minutes, cape flowing behind him as he rushed through the halls. "Woman, are you okay again?" he asked, cursing himself for the concern that sounded in those words. "I'm fine, Ou-sama, only a little trauma or so, but I will be fine." She replied. Vegeta bowed his head. When he lifted it again he had a determined look on his face. "I will, from now on have Cambras guard you. He is to be trusted." He said sternly. Bulma did not answer. Vegeta lifted her again and she immediately fell asleep in his arms. He carried her back to her room, where he carefully laid her in bed. Her eyes fluttered open again for a moment and she smiled again. "Thank you." She then closed them again and slept.
***
A/N Well, how was that? I really didn't want to put the rape-thingy in, but it just typed itself. I hope you didn't mind, cause I promise, Vegeta and Bulma have been, are and always will be a couple. Please don't flame me!! Anyways, the next chapter will be written ASAP. It will be about the forming of a plan concerning the rebels. Aishiteru!! - Marlyne.
An Odd Surprise
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 Well, you must've all noticed that the Dutch flamers are increasing in number, cause my sweet, sweet sister, thought it was a good idea to ask all of her friends to flame me too. I just loooooove my sis! GRRRR!! ^_^
When Vegeta woke up the next morning, he was slightly groggy. Ever since his passing out on the ship, he hadn't slept well. He did not remember any sleeping problems in the past nine years.
On the contrary, he recalled having slept bad for all his life, but then, the past nine years he had slept fine, though he didn't know just why.
But the past few weeks he hadn't slept that well anymore.
He went to the bathroom and took a shower. When he angrily slammed the door shut, he accidentally smashed his tail between the door. A white, hot flash of pain shot up his spine, and he nearly passed out. But he quickly regained posture and, cursing all the way, dressed in some random everyday armor.
Vegeta then called for someone to go get Burenko. In ten minutes Burenko arrived and after a brief bow and a respectful greeting, sat down. Vegeta then went to call for someone to go get Bulma, but changed his mind and went to get her himself.
Bulma lazily opened her eyes. "Oh, hi Vegeta!" she murmured, turned around, and promptly fell asleep again. He raised one eyebrow at her disrespect, and ignored the feeling inside him that said that he didn't mind her informal ways of addressing him. He shot a ki-blast in the bed, right next to her head. With a scream she shot up. "Finally, woman!" Vegeta grunted. "Come into my room and serve me breakfast in five minutes." He then turned around to leave. "WHAT!! DO YOU THINK I'M EVER GONNA MAKE IT DRESSING IN ONLY..." Bulma then realized her situation again. Though that isn't too hard to remember, when one is held against the wall by a furious Saiyan King. "I-I'm sorry, my King! It will not happen again. P-please don't hurt me!!" she begged, fear suddenly creeping into her eyes. Vegeta saw this and dropped her. He growled and walked out of the room. "Five minutes!" What the HELL is wrong with me!!! I should have blasted every other person who dared to do that!! Why didn't I even hurt her? There is definitely something wrong with me! Vegeta thought, as he shook his head in discomprehension.
Bulma slowly got up, sighing in relief that, besides of a sore bottom, she was fine. She undressed, took a recordtime-shower, and quickly slid on a cute lightblue dress. She just went barefooted, cause no matter how hard she sought, she couldn't find matching shoes in her capsules. Besides, in this entire room there were no shoes. No where. So Bulma guessed that she was supposed to be barefooted. Well, who cared, the carpet here was as soft as she'd never thought it could be.
While waiting for the woman to get back in, Vegeta examined Burenko. "So, tell me, my friend," he spoke, breaking the silence, "how come you are still alive? I was told that you had died on Gohija-sei. That information must've been false." Burenko nodded. "Yes, my King, the story is this. We went to a purge on Gohija-sei, and all of my crew were murdered. I, however, managed to hide, and steal a pod, in which I just barely escaped. I, after that, landed on a planet that seemed deserted, but was not. It was the planet of the Yardrat. They took me out of my pod, healed me, and then offered for me to stay with them until I was strong again. So I did, but after about a month, they started bothering me with offers to learn some weird psychic powers, but I refused. I did not want to be bothered by having idiotic powers. So I went back to Vegetasei. My entire crew had been killed save for me." Vegeta nodded. "And the information of your return must have missed me."
At this moment Bulma came in. Wow! I understand what Cambras meant when he told me about his Majesty's newest slave! She looks really tasty! He is mad about not taking her for her personality! Well, if he won't, I will. Burenko, the sexistic asshole, thought. "That is a fine new slave you have got there Ou-sama." He said in a sweet voice to Vegeta. "Yes, she may be weak, but she has served me well the past nine years. I must say that I have taken a liking for her." Burenko nodded. Vegeta then looked up to Bulma. "Well, what are you waiting for? Serve us breakfast!" Bulma quickly bowed. "Yes, my Lord." And poured both of the men some orange juice. She looked around for eggs or toast or something, but to her surprise saw only bread, and piles of meat. Raw meat. Yuck! Do they eat meat all the time or something. These guys are like wild animals! Oh... look at what I just thought. That's exactly what they are! So Bulma picked up the plates, and placed them onto the table. They were almost too heavy to lift. And everytime when she was just done with putting a plate down, Vegeta or the other man would ask her for something else. The salt, the pepper, orange juice, alcohol, and so on. Well, nice job! She had to remember to kill the guy who had made Vegeta loose his memory, and therefor got her into this job. Oh... wait a sec, he was already dead... Shit! And so Bulma spent almost an hour, walking around, replacing dishes, pouring in drinks, playing slave. When they were almost done, Vegeta called for Bulma again. She came walking up to him, trying really hard to prevent the: "Do you wish anything, my King?" from sounding sarcastic. "No, it's nuthin' just that I thought that you would be hungry too." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded, slightly distrusting. Vegeta grabbed a piece of meat and handed it to her. "Excuse me, my Lord, but this meat is raw..." she whispered, almost scared for his reaction. But, to her surprise, Vegeta only glared at her, took the meat back, shot a tiny blast at it, and handed it back. The meat was now cooked. "Thank you..." she whispered, and eagerly started eating. Burenko looked at Vegeta, and then back to his plate. When, in the past this question was asked, he would either stuff the meat down her throat, or fry her instead of the meat. Strange...
***
Vegeta was walking on the dried out ground of the main street in the south of Loshijka. A Saiyan was walking next to him. The man was the tribe-leader of Loshijka. He was talking on and on and on about all the attacks that had been registered, that were surely committed by the rebels. "If only we could find out who their leader was, then we could also think of what his motives and goal are." Vegeta thought aloud. "Yes, my King, I suppose so." The man, named Goudapat said. Suddenly, the young King heard a sound. "But, if we are to find..." Goudapat went on, but was silenced by Vegeta. "HUSH!" he whispered. They listened intensely, and heard the sound again. It was a soft moaning. Vegeta carefully approached the sound, and looked behind the bushes where it came from.
There, on the ground, holding on to a bush, trying to lift himself, a terrible beaten Saiyan lay. He looked up at Vegeta. "My... my... uhhhh." And he fell to the ground, unconscious. "Sergeant! Have this man taken to the surgery right now!" Vegeta ordered. Goudapat nodded silently, and ordered his men to take the body to a tank.
After about two hours, the eyes of the man in the regeneration tank fluttered open. The King nodded and the tank was drained, and the man given some new armor. As soon as he was dressed he turned to the Prince. "My Prince." He said. Vegeta snarled. "I am your King now, and you will address me as such." The man nodded and bowed. "Excuse me, Ou-sama." He spoke respectfully. "Where are you from? Who beat you up like that?" Vegeta demanded. "I will tell you, my King, but I will have to ask you to promise on your royal word of honor, not to kill me. At least not until I have finished my story. I will provide you of good information about the rebels." Vegeta just nodded and signed for him to go on.
"My name is Gedeas and I am, as you might have noticed not a full-blooded Saiyan. My father was a Saiyan who after purging a planet named Fana, ended up on another planet thanks to a strange creature that had transported him off of the planet he was purging. He walked around there for a while, met my mother and decided to stay there. The planet he was now on was called Libjeta-sei, and was inhabitated by the Libjeta-jin. The Libjeta-jin are a race of ingenious technicians and also have people with incredibly high mental powers. So I was born as a boy with the mental powers and the technic genius of the Libjeta-jin, and the power of a Saiyan. After thirty years, both my parents died. My father had already been an old man, and my mother had a rather short natural lifespan. I decided to go back to my father's home planet, Vegetasei. I have now lived here for about thirty years. But, suddenly, eight years ago the man that is now the leader of the rebels approached me. He told me that there had been incredible evil, and that he needed my powers to build him something to help save the Prince. That Prince was you Ou-sama. He told me that you needed to be brought back to Vegetasei, and that he therefor needed my help. I joined his team, and invented him a machine that made use of the ancient technique of Sinran'to."
I've heard about this, or seen this before... maybe on the computer, or in letters, or in a book or something, I need to look that up when I get back into my Palace... Vegeta thought, when he heard this term.
"This is a technique to hide ones ki. I built a machine that could create artificial shields, that could be placed around about anything to hide it from senses and scouters. I also built a machine to shield all sorts of things from the eye. So, now all the shields constructed by my machine made everyone and everything underneath the shields both invisible as insensible. It took me seven years to construct this machine. Only when I was done the leader told me his real plans. He was meaning to take over the throne of Vegetasei, and from there conquer the universe. I disagreed with these plans, but kept my anger for myself. Only after the King was so brutally murdered, I protested. I was harshly punished and beaten to near death by the leader and his guards. They then left me behind those bushes, where you found me, to die a slow, agonizing death. Luckily you found me, and I have survived to tell you my story." Gedeas finished. Vegeta nodded, still in thought. "The leader of the rebels, tell me what he looks like." He said. Gedeas nodded. "He presently looks like a Saiyan. A rather short man, with short brown hair. He has a circle shaped scar on his left cheek."
"And his name is..."
Gedeas was silent for a moment. "I believe you know him, Ou-sama, he calls himself: Ginyu."
"WHAT?!?!? GINYU?!?!?"
Flashback
"Listen Ginyu, I'll make ya a deal. You change back into your old body, and we will let you go unharmed. And if you're wise, you'll never come back to this planet again."
End Flashback
Flashback
"Okay, monkey... er... Vegeta, I agree."
End Flashback
Shit!! I had him down! Why didn't I kill him? Whose body was he in that I so desperately wanted him to get out of? Why isn't my memory complete like everyone else's!!!! Vegeta cursed the holes that were everywhere in his memories of his fight with Ginyu. "And now he has changed into the body of one of my subjects?" he asked suddenly. Gedeas nodded again. "Yes, my King. He wanted to look like a Saiyan to take over the throne. So he changed bodies with a captured Saiyan and then blasted his old body." Vegeta was quiet again. "Well, I believe that you have told me all that you know. I want you to come back with me to the Palace, where I'm going to make a plan what to do with you." The half-breed respectfully bowed his head. "Yes, my King."
***
Vegeta cursed. He had found nothing while searching through all the letters and books he had recently read. Suddenly an idea flashed through his head. He burst into Bulma's room. "Woman, I need to..." he then saw she wasn't there. He sniffed the air intentionally and let his senses wander. "FUCK IT!!" he cursed, as he sensed her very weak ki. He rushed over to the east wing as quickly as he could. "BURENKO!!" he yelled, as he burst in the door, catching his tutor preparing a blast to finish Bulma off. "YOU ASSHOLE!! HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY SLAVE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND RAPE HER!!!" he yelled, as he pulled Bulma towards him. She slowly opened her eyes, and flashed him a smile. "Hey Vegeta! Nice to see ya!" she whispered. Vegeta shot a very, very angry glare at Burenko. He then smirked. "I know I really shouldn't kill my childhood tutor, but I think this is an exception." He then shot a ki-blast right through his heart. He covered Bulma's body up in the rags that were left of what she had been wearing, and carried her to the southern wing, where the medics worked. He walked in, put Bulma in a regeneration tank, and grabbed a medic. "Heal her." he simply said. "Y-yes, my King." The man stammered, placed a cap over Bulma's mouth, typed in tons of numbers and codes, and the tank started to fill with healing fluids. Vegeta left.
Three hours later, a beeping sound came from the tank. The medic rushed towards it, drained it and offered Bulma a towel. He then sent someone away to get the King.
Vegeta was there in two minutes, cape flowing behind him as he rushed through the halls. "Woman, are you okay again?" he asked, cursing himself for the concern that sounded in those words. "I'm fine, Ou-sama, only a little trauma or so, but I will be fine." She replied. Vegeta bowed his head. When he lifted it again he had a determined look on his face. "I will, from now on have Cambras guard you. He is to be trusted." He said sternly. Bulma did not answer. Vegeta lifted her again and she immediately fell asleep in his arms. He carried her back to her room, where he carefully laid her in bed. Her eyes fluttered open again for a moment and she smiled again. "Thank you." She then closed them again and slept.
***
A/N Well, how was that? I really didn't want to put the rape-thingy in, but it just typed itself. I hope you didn't mind, cause I promise, Vegeta and Bulma have been, are and always will be a couple. Please don't flame me!! Anyways, the next chapter will be written ASAP. It will be about the forming of a plan concerning the rebels. Aishiteru!! - Marlyne.
