The Adversary
By Courtney
Part 6
"What do you mean you're leaving?!" Bulma cried.
"I mean I'm going back to Vegetasei."
"But--" Bulma was stopped as a Saiyajin guard came up to Vegeta and bowed.
"Sire, we will be departing in twenty Earth minutes," the guard informed him.
"Fine," Vegeta waved him away.
"But…you can't…why?" Bulma pleaded.
"Because I am not needed here anymore."
"But I need you…" A single tear ran down her face.
"Oh, Veggie-chan," Bulma stepped up to him and hugged him as tightly as she could, as if it would make him change his mind.
Not caring if anyone watched or not, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her. Keeping one hand on her back, he stroked her hair lightly with his free hand.
"You always have that weakling, Yamcha."
"But I don't love Yamcha!" Bulma sobbed onto his chest.
Vegeta pulled her back and looked at her. Her tears were freely running down her face like a waterfall. Vegeta cupped her chin and wiped the tears off her face with his thumb. He gently kissed her for a moment.
"I…I have to go," Vegeta mumbled and walked towards his ship.
"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered as she fell to her knees and cried to herself.
Vegeta was walking up the ramp when he took notice of a commanding officer.
"Men, spread out and see if there's anything valuable. We might as well take something back to the King from this worthless pile of mud!" the guard laughed cruelly and gave out orders to the soldiers.
"Hold it!" Vegeta snapped boldly. "This planet is to be left as it is or it's off with your head for you!!" he said eyeing the guard.
"Yes, sire," the guard bowed and backed away cowardly.
"The rest of you," Vegeta started. "File back into the ship and return to your duties!" he ordered as he walked into the ship as well.
"Goodbye, Bulma…"he whispered as the door shut behind him.
~*~
Bulma buried her face into her tear soaked pillow. She groaned and looked at Vegeta's picture that stood still on her cabinet. A single tear fell freely down her face. She missed him. He was always there for her. To go on picnics, parties, even when he was busy training, he would sometimes come out of that capsule for her. And now he's gone, she was alone, once again.
~*~
King Vegeta paced left and right the throne room angrily. "Vegeta, why were you not present at Freeza's arrival?! If Freeza is not pleased, we might all parish at his hands!!"
"Father, the entire Saiyajin race's survival does not depend on me. It depends on you!!" Vegeta stated blankly and arrogantly crossed his arms. Suddenly, a bolt of energy hit him, thrashing him against the wall.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?! You will address me with my proper title, not with some senseless word! If it's one thing that I won't tolerate, it's emotions!! Especially in my son! I will not take this kind of behavior from the future king of Vegetasei!! It is unacceptable!" King Vegeta furiously growled at him.
Vegeta slowly lifted himself up. He sneered and glared at the King.
King Vegeta exhaled loudly. "You may leave now, we will discuss this some other time. I have more important matters to attend to."
Vegeta's hands were balled up in tight fists. He resisted the urge to blast his father away and exited the room.
~*~
Yamcha wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist. Bulma felt herself tensing up.
"What do you say me and you go out tonight?" Yamcha asked eagerly.
Bulma collected herself from Yamcha's hands and got off the couch. "Yamcha, I really don't feel like going out today. I feel very weak, and I'd possibly feel the same way for the rest of the week as well."
"Don't worry Bulma, I can protect you."
"It's not that. Besides, Vegeta said that you were a matchstick compared to him," she said and made herself a cup of coffee.
"Feh! I can be just as tough as he is! Maybe even more!" Yamcha sneered.
Bulma snorted. "You can use Vegeta's gravity room if you want to train and see how you match up."
"Great!" Yamcha pulled up his shoulders and marched out of the room.
~*~
5 minutes later…
Bulma twisted and turned on the couch. 'Urgh! Why can't I get some rest and relax for once?!'
Suddenly she heard the fridge open. "Goku, if that's you, we're out of roast chicken!!" she yelled out.
No response.
Bulma grabbed Yamcha's baseball bat, which was apparently lying right next to the couch, just in case and cautiously tip-toed over to the kitchen. She lifted the bat over her shoulders and tightening her grip, she turned the corner.
"Yamcha!! What the hell are you doing here?! Aren't you suppose to be training?!!" she said angrily and relaxed all her muscles.
"Heh, I got tired of training," Yamcha shrugged through his half eaten sandwich.
'Vegeta's right!' Bulma thought. 'He is a weakling! He can't stand more than five minutes of training. I'd say the matchstick theory is true, I mean, Vegeta trains for days without stopping, weeks even! Speaking of which, wonder how he's doing…'
"So…Bulma," Yamcha said putting down his food. "Wanna go dancing?"
"Urhh!! No Yamcha!! I just want to be alone right now!" she growled in frustration and stomped up into her room and locking the door behind her.
~*~
Vegeta slowly took off all his armor. Opening one of his drawers, he pulled out his Badman shirt. He putted it on and lyed down on his bed.
'Woman, what have you done to me?' he chuckled. Even thinking about her made his at least a bit happier. He thought back to what she said before he left, "But I don't love Yamcha!!"
'Does that mean that she loves…me?' he asked himself.
All of a sudden, the doors burst open and King Vegeta walked in.
"Arh!! Vegeta, what are you wearing?!" King Vegeta raged glaring sharply at Vegeta's Badman shirt.
"What does it look like?! A shirt!!" Vegeta barked.
King Vegeta sneered. "I don't want to see you ever wearing that shirt again! Take it off immediately and get changed into armor!!"
"Since when do you care what I wear?!"
"Don't argue with me, boy!!!" King Vegeta warned, narrowing his eyes.
"!@#$ you!"
"Enough!!!" King Vegeta shot a violent blast of Ki straight at Vegeta sending him flying out the door and into the palace walls, knocking him unconscious.
"That should teach you to keep your mouth shut when it isn't needed."
"Guards!!" he called. "Take him to the regenerating tanks and report back to me!"
The two guards by the door immediately obeyed and carried Vegeta down the marble palace corridor.
~*~
'Aww, that Yamcha! Doesn't he get that I don't like him?! He probably still wont know even if it hit him square in the face!!' Bulma sighed.
Settling onto her windowsill, she stared out into the sky.
"Vegeta…" she whispered. "Where are you…"
She closed her eyes and imagined him walking down the hall. 'Why do I miss him so much?' she asked herself.
~*~
Bubbles of liquid floated around in the regeneration tank as King Vegeta waited for his son to fully heal.
"Sire, he's healed," informed a guard nearby, bowing in his presence.
"About time!" King Vegeta sneered. "Have him change back into armor at once!"
The guard carefully opened the door to the tank. The blue liquid instantly stormed out of it, freeing itself from the tank. The guard reached for Vegeta to help him out, but Vegeta just slapped his hand away and stumbled out by himself.
Once he was out, he glared at King Vegeta and crossed his arms.
"You have better loose that attitude soon, Vegeta," King Vegeta said. "I have arranged for you to meet your mate tomorrow. So you have better gotten your act together by then or else!!"
"Mate?! I'm not even the King yet and you've already choose me a mate?!!" Vegeta glared daggers at him.
"She's one of the most Elite women in Vegetasei. One of a kind!"
"Bah! Any woman you pick is an unworthy slut!!"
"If I wanted your opinion, I would've asked for it!!" King Vegeta snapped. He turned abruptly on his heel and walked out the room.
"I've had it with you, you old bag of bones!!!" Vegeta yelled after him.
Gritting his teeth, he stomped all the way to the launching port and called for the nearest guard.
"Get me a pod!"
"But sire, King Vegeta has not commanded for any one to leave Vegetasei."
"I said get me a pod or I'll blast you to hell!!!" Vegeta barked. "King Vegeta indeed!" he sneered.
The guard gulped and did as he was told. Vegeta jumped into the opened space pod and set the co-ordinates for Earth.
"Hold on Bulma, I'm coming back!" he said as closed the door and launched off.
~*~
Bulma hammered away at her work as she pouted with the nuts and bolts.
'Why am I so miserable?! I mean, I know it's because I miss Vegeta but he can't mean this much to me, can he? Do I love him this much?' Bulma sighed. Then she remembered the spaceship her dad was working on for Vegeta before the Saiyajins sent him a ship from Vegetasei.
'No, Bulma you can't!' she thought to herself. 'You can't just fly off to a different planet just for one man!! But this is no ordinary man we're talking about, Vegeta's a one in a lifetime opportunity, you only get one chance with a guy like him…No! I can't leave Earth! What will mum and dad say?!'
Bulma pulled her hair in frustration. 'No, I have to go! I have to find Vegeta! I'm too miserable here, besides, what good am I here, if I can't even get any work done?!' she nodded to herself.
Bulma slowly found her way to the ship and examined it.
"This may take a few hours of work," she said out loud. "No matter, I can leave tonight."
She buried herself in her work with no intention of backing down and fixed the spaceship bit by bit.
~*~
Bulma jammed in her purse full of capsules into a backpack.
'Can't have too many of those, now can we?' she thought as she dumped in a box of brownies.
"That should do," she said zipping her bag. "The ship should have all the other things that might be necessary."
She quickly jotted down a note to her parents. Bulma tiptoed outside, careful not to wake anyone and slowly activated the ship.
"Goodbye Mum and Dad…Goku, Krillun, Yamcha, Chi Chi. I'll miss you all, well not particularly Chi Chi but oh well. I'll be back soon, I promise!" she said as she closed the door behind her and set the
co-ordinates for Vegetasei.
"That's it then," she shouted confidently. "People, I'm going to Vegetasei and I'm bringing home my Prince!!!"
She slapped on her seatbelt and hit the launch button. The ship launched off leaving a big crater behind it.
~*~
Author's Note: Sorry if the characters were a bit out of place, but it gets intresting with Bulma heading for Vegetasei and Vegeta going back to Earth to find Bulma only to find that she's not there...oops! I've said too much! Part 7's going to be quiet a long one so it'll take a while for me to get it up. And please review on Part 6 ^.^
And if you're just dieing for another fic, try going to my, now rebuilt, website at http://www.stormpages.com/silverb/ Ja ne!
By Courtney
Part 6
"What do you mean you're leaving?!" Bulma cried.
"I mean I'm going back to Vegetasei."
"But--" Bulma was stopped as a Saiyajin guard came up to Vegeta and bowed.
"Sire, we will be departing in twenty Earth minutes," the guard informed him.
"Fine," Vegeta waved him away.
"But…you can't…why?" Bulma pleaded.
"Because I am not needed here anymore."
"But I need you…" A single tear ran down her face.
"Oh, Veggie-chan," Bulma stepped up to him and hugged him as tightly as she could, as if it would make him change his mind.
Not caring if anyone watched or not, Vegeta wrapped his arms around her. Keeping one hand on her back, he stroked her hair lightly with his free hand.
"You always have that weakling, Yamcha."
"But I don't love Yamcha!" Bulma sobbed onto his chest.
Vegeta pulled her back and looked at her. Her tears were freely running down her face like a waterfall. Vegeta cupped her chin and wiped the tears off her face with his thumb. He gently kissed her for a moment.
"I…I have to go," Vegeta mumbled and walked towards his ship.
"Vegeta…" Bulma whispered as she fell to her knees and cried to herself.
Vegeta was walking up the ramp when he took notice of a commanding officer.
"Men, spread out and see if there's anything valuable. We might as well take something back to the King from this worthless pile of mud!" the guard laughed cruelly and gave out orders to the soldiers.
"Hold it!" Vegeta snapped boldly. "This planet is to be left as it is or it's off with your head for you!!" he said eyeing the guard.
"Yes, sire," the guard bowed and backed away cowardly.
"The rest of you," Vegeta started. "File back into the ship and return to your duties!" he ordered as he walked into the ship as well.
"Goodbye, Bulma…"he whispered as the door shut behind him.
~*~
Bulma buried her face into her tear soaked pillow. She groaned and looked at Vegeta's picture that stood still on her cabinet. A single tear fell freely down her face. She missed him. He was always there for her. To go on picnics, parties, even when he was busy training, he would sometimes come out of that capsule for her. And now he's gone, she was alone, once again.
~*~
King Vegeta paced left and right the throne room angrily. "Vegeta, why were you not present at Freeza's arrival?! If Freeza is not pleased, we might all parish at his hands!!"
"Father, the entire Saiyajin race's survival does not depend on me. It depends on you!!" Vegeta stated blankly and arrogantly crossed his arms. Suddenly, a bolt of energy hit him, thrashing him against the wall.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?! You will address me with my proper title, not with some senseless word! If it's one thing that I won't tolerate, it's emotions!! Especially in my son! I will not take this kind of behavior from the future king of Vegetasei!! It is unacceptable!" King Vegeta furiously growled at him.
Vegeta slowly lifted himself up. He sneered and glared at the King.
King Vegeta exhaled loudly. "You may leave now, we will discuss this some other time. I have more important matters to attend to."
Vegeta's hands were balled up in tight fists. He resisted the urge to blast his father away and exited the room.
~*~
Yamcha wrapped his arms around Bulma's waist. Bulma felt herself tensing up.
"What do you say me and you go out tonight?" Yamcha asked eagerly.
Bulma collected herself from Yamcha's hands and got off the couch. "Yamcha, I really don't feel like going out today. I feel very weak, and I'd possibly feel the same way for the rest of the week as well."
"Don't worry Bulma, I can protect you."
"It's not that. Besides, Vegeta said that you were a matchstick compared to him," she said and made herself a cup of coffee.
"Feh! I can be just as tough as he is! Maybe even more!" Yamcha sneered.
Bulma snorted. "You can use Vegeta's gravity room if you want to train and see how you match up."
"Great!" Yamcha pulled up his shoulders and marched out of the room.
~*~
5 minutes later…
Bulma twisted and turned on the couch. 'Urgh! Why can't I get some rest and relax for once?!'
Suddenly she heard the fridge open. "Goku, if that's you, we're out of roast chicken!!" she yelled out.
No response.
Bulma grabbed Yamcha's baseball bat, which was apparently lying right next to the couch, just in case and cautiously tip-toed over to the kitchen. She lifted the bat over her shoulders and tightening her grip, she turned the corner.
"Yamcha!! What the hell are you doing here?! Aren't you suppose to be training?!!" she said angrily and relaxed all her muscles.
"Heh, I got tired of training," Yamcha shrugged through his half eaten sandwich.
'Vegeta's right!' Bulma thought. 'He is a weakling! He can't stand more than five minutes of training. I'd say the matchstick theory is true, I mean, Vegeta trains for days without stopping, weeks even! Speaking of which, wonder how he's doing…'
"So…Bulma," Yamcha said putting down his food. "Wanna go dancing?"
"Urhh!! No Yamcha!! I just want to be alone right now!" she growled in frustration and stomped up into her room and locking the door behind her.
~*~
Vegeta slowly took off all his armor. Opening one of his drawers, he pulled out his Badman shirt. He putted it on and lyed down on his bed.
'Woman, what have you done to me?' he chuckled. Even thinking about her made his at least a bit happier. He thought back to what she said before he left, "But I don't love Yamcha!!"
'Does that mean that she loves…me?' he asked himself.
All of a sudden, the doors burst open and King Vegeta walked in.
"Arh!! Vegeta, what are you wearing?!" King Vegeta raged glaring sharply at Vegeta's Badman shirt.
"What does it look like?! A shirt!!" Vegeta barked.
King Vegeta sneered. "I don't want to see you ever wearing that shirt again! Take it off immediately and get changed into armor!!"
"Since when do you care what I wear?!"
"Don't argue with me, boy!!!" King Vegeta warned, narrowing his eyes.
"!@#$ you!"
"Enough!!!" King Vegeta shot a violent blast of Ki straight at Vegeta sending him flying out the door and into the palace walls, knocking him unconscious.
"That should teach you to keep your mouth shut when it isn't needed."
"Guards!!" he called. "Take him to the regenerating tanks and report back to me!"
The two guards by the door immediately obeyed and carried Vegeta down the marble palace corridor.
~*~
'Aww, that Yamcha! Doesn't he get that I don't like him?! He probably still wont know even if it hit him square in the face!!' Bulma sighed.
Settling onto her windowsill, she stared out into the sky.
"Vegeta…" she whispered. "Where are you…"
She closed her eyes and imagined him walking down the hall. 'Why do I miss him so much?' she asked herself.
~*~
Bubbles of liquid floated around in the regeneration tank as King Vegeta waited for his son to fully heal.
"Sire, he's healed," informed a guard nearby, bowing in his presence.
"About time!" King Vegeta sneered. "Have him change back into armor at once!"
The guard carefully opened the door to the tank. The blue liquid instantly stormed out of it, freeing itself from the tank. The guard reached for Vegeta to help him out, but Vegeta just slapped his hand away and stumbled out by himself.
Once he was out, he glared at King Vegeta and crossed his arms.
"You have better loose that attitude soon, Vegeta," King Vegeta said. "I have arranged for you to meet your mate tomorrow. So you have better gotten your act together by then or else!!"
"Mate?! I'm not even the King yet and you've already choose me a mate?!!" Vegeta glared daggers at him.
"She's one of the most Elite women in Vegetasei. One of a kind!"
"Bah! Any woman you pick is an unworthy slut!!"
"If I wanted your opinion, I would've asked for it!!" King Vegeta snapped. He turned abruptly on his heel and walked out the room.
"I've had it with you, you old bag of bones!!!" Vegeta yelled after him.
Gritting his teeth, he stomped all the way to the launching port and called for the nearest guard.
"Get me a pod!"
"But sire, King Vegeta has not commanded for any one to leave Vegetasei."
"I said get me a pod or I'll blast you to hell!!!" Vegeta barked. "King Vegeta indeed!" he sneered.
The guard gulped and did as he was told. Vegeta jumped into the opened space pod and set the co-ordinates for Earth.
"Hold on Bulma, I'm coming back!" he said as closed the door and launched off.
~*~
Bulma hammered away at her work as she pouted with the nuts and bolts.
'Why am I so miserable?! I mean, I know it's because I miss Vegeta but he can't mean this much to me, can he? Do I love him this much?' Bulma sighed. Then she remembered the spaceship her dad was working on for Vegeta before the Saiyajins sent him a ship from Vegetasei.
'No, Bulma you can't!' she thought to herself. 'You can't just fly off to a different planet just for one man!! But this is no ordinary man we're talking about, Vegeta's a one in a lifetime opportunity, you only get one chance with a guy like him…No! I can't leave Earth! What will mum and dad say?!'
Bulma pulled her hair in frustration. 'No, I have to go! I have to find Vegeta! I'm too miserable here, besides, what good am I here, if I can't even get any work done?!' she nodded to herself.
Bulma slowly found her way to the ship and examined it.
"This may take a few hours of work," she said out loud. "No matter, I can leave tonight."
She buried herself in her work with no intention of backing down and fixed the spaceship bit by bit.
~*~
Bulma jammed in her purse full of capsules into a backpack.
'Can't have too many of those, now can we?' she thought as she dumped in a box of brownies.
"That should do," she said zipping her bag. "The ship should have all the other things that might be necessary."
She quickly jotted down a note to her parents. Bulma tiptoed outside, careful not to wake anyone and slowly activated the ship.
"Goodbye Mum and Dad…Goku, Krillun, Yamcha, Chi Chi. I'll miss you all, well not particularly Chi Chi but oh well. I'll be back soon, I promise!" she said as she closed the door behind her and set the
co-ordinates for Vegetasei.
"That's it then," she shouted confidently. "People, I'm going to Vegetasei and I'm bringing home my Prince!!!"
She slapped on her seatbelt and hit the launch button. The ship launched off leaving a big crater behind it.
~*~
Author's Note: Sorry if the characters were a bit out of place, but it gets intresting with Bulma heading for Vegetasei and Vegeta going back to Earth to find Bulma only to find that she's not there...oops! I've said too much! Part 7's going to be quiet a long one so it'll take a while for me to get it up. And please review on Part 6 ^.^
And if you're just dieing for another fic, try going to my, now rebuilt, website at http://www.stormpages.com/silverb/ Ja ne!