Tears streamed down Gohan's face as he tried to nail a punch on android 18. She had killed Piccolo an he wouldn't, couldn't let her get away with it.
"18, I'm sick of this, you're having all the fun here." 17 complained.
"Yeah well, it was your idea to come here, I wanted to go shopping." She answered hitting Gohan into a pile of rubble. "Now let's get out of here, that kid was too easy."
17 rolled his eyes, if he had to spend another six hours sitting there while she tried on clothes, he was going to freak out. He smiled as he saw another fighter approaching," Don't look now sis, but I think we got another visitor."
"Ugh, and is that spandex he's wearing?" she said in distaste.
Vegeta stopped a few feet away from the androids and scoffed, "You're the big bad androids these humans have been so petrified of? Please."
17 crossed his arms, "18, I think I'll take this one, he's trying to copy me with his hair."
"Fine, but make it fast 17. I'm tired." She sighed picking her fingernails.
"Alright." He answered with a laugh.
Vegeta scowled at how easily they thought they could beat him. But he would show them, "Don't worry I'll turn you into something useful like a toaster or something."
"17 he's starting to annoy me, kill him." 18 said without looking up.
"hmm...right." He answered rushing at the prince.
Vegeta put his arms up to block 17's hit but still ended up being effected it. He flew back a few feet before regaining control. He growled, sending a blast at 17, which the android blocked with ease. The prince then rushed in front of the android and hit him head on. Vegeta winced, this hunk of metal had taken his punch like it was nothing and it had actually hurt Vegeta's fist. He scowled; this looked bad.
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Bulma paced around her room nervously, trying not to think of Vegeta or the androids, "We're gonna die, we're gonna die..." Albeit, unsuccessfully. Her train of thought was broken by the telephone ringing.
"Hello?!Hello?!" Bulma yelled into the phone as she gripped it.
"Hello, Bulma?" Chi-Chi answered, taken aback by how the scientist answered the phone.
"Chi-Chi? What's wrong?" Bulma asked, beginning to regain her senses.
"It's Goku, I think the heart virus has morphed, the medication hasn't worked...and now..." she sobbed, "We're even out of that!"
Bulma sat the edge of her bed and took in the news Chi-Chi had just given her. She'd known Goku for so long that the idea of him being taken out by a virus seemed ridiculous, then again, two years ago so did the idea of time travel and killer androids.
Luckily, Bulma had had the good foresight to come up with two alternative treatments if the heart disease had morphed. She had come up with the idea when she read a theory about time travel about a year ago that had said, a break in the time continuum at any point could change things dramatically or slightly. Remembering, Goku's prophesized virus, she decided to take the pills and study their chemical composition. By doing that, she was able to come up with two other possible cures by slightly altering the regular pill's chemical composition.
"Well Chi-Chi, I think we should bring Goku here and we'll treat him with the other antidotes I made." She said deep in thought, she had hoped it wouldn't come to using her untested prototypes, but they were out of options.
"Ok Bulma, if you think that's best..." Chi-Chi said, slightly calmer now.
Bulma pursed her lips and looked out the window, Goku had to get better before those androids made irreversible damage. Now that the Dragonballs were gone, death was a permanence. "Vegeta..." she whispered before realizing she was still on the phone.
"What was that Bulma?" Chi-Chi said confused.
"Oh, nothing...I'm on my way." She said absentmindedly hanging up the phone without a goodbye. She sighed and pushed herself off of the bed. All she could do was hope for his safety. She went out to her Capsule copter.
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Vegeta gasped for air as 17 hit him in the ribs again. "Ugh," he groaned as he got elbowed to the ground below.
Gohan's body twinged in pain beneath the rubble he was wedged in. He felt Vegeta's life force dwindle sharply. He couldn't let him die too.
"AHH!" he hollered, dispelling the rubble from around him. He growled looking up at android 18 who smiled sweetly at him. "Leave him alone," Gohan ordered.
"I'm not doing anything to your friend kid, it's my big bad brother, but I recommend you stay out of it." She replied with a scowl.
"NO!" he yelled about to lunge at 17, when 18 blasted the demi-Saiyajin down.
Vegeta looked to his right and scrounged his eyes as he saw the badly beaten Gohan. He spit out some blood that had gathered in his mouth and wiped away its remnant from his lip. "Let's go..." he growled going to kick 17, but the android caught his leg and snapped it.
The Saiyajin let out a yell as he fell to the ground. The pain was so intense. "Not like this..." he thought weakly as he felt 17's chi blast engulf him, burning through every atom in his body.
"VEGETA!" Gohan screamed, pummeling into 17. The android, flew into a near by building and the boy rushed to Vegeta's side. Gohan inspected him, he was in bad shape. His leg was broken, one of his arms looked to be dislocated, and he was burnt almost beyond recognition. Suddenly it hit Gohan as he saw Vegeta's hand reach out to sky, he wasn't going to make it.
Vegeta looked up into the sun and coughed," Bulma..." After a moment, his hand fell solemnly to his side as his body stilled. His breath slowed and then the Saiyajin prince breathed no more. He would never fulfill his destiny...
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Author's not: my poor, poor Vegeta. (wipes away a tear from here eye) oh well, all for the better good and guess what? It's a boring Saturday so I'm going to be nice and post another chapter today while I'm at it! Am I charitable or what? ^_^ don't answer that!
"18, I'm sick of this, you're having all the fun here." 17 complained.
"Yeah well, it was your idea to come here, I wanted to go shopping." She answered hitting Gohan into a pile of rubble. "Now let's get out of here, that kid was too easy."
17 rolled his eyes, if he had to spend another six hours sitting there while she tried on clothes, he was going to freak out. He smiled as he saw another fighter approaching," Don't look now sis, but I think we got another visitor."
"Ugh, and is that spandex he's wearing?" she said in distaste.
Vegeta stopped a few feet away from the androids and scoffed, "You're the big bad androids these humans have been so petrified of? Please."
17 crossed his arms, "18, I think I'll take this one, he's trying to copy me with his hair."
"Fine, but make it fast 17. I'm tired." She sighed picking her fingernails.
"Alright." He answered with a laugh.
Vegeta scowled at how easily they thought they could beat him. But he would show them, "Don't worry I'll turn you into something useful like a toaster or something."
"17 he's starting to annoy me, kill him." 18 said without looking up.
"hmm...right." He answered rushing at the prince.
Vegeta put his arms up to block 17's hit but still ended up being effected it. He flew back a few feet before regaining control. He growled, sending a blast at 17, which the android blocked with ease. The prince then rushed in front of the android and hit him head on. Vegeta winced, this hunk of metal had taken his punch like it was nothing and it had actually hurt Vegeta's fist. He scowled; this looked bad.
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Bulma paced around her room nervously, trying not to think of Vegeta or the androids, "We're gonna die, we're gonna die..." Albeit, unsuccessfully. Her train of thought was broken by the telephone ringing.
"Hello?!Hello?!" Bulma yelled into the phone as she gripped it.
"Hello, Bulma?" Chi-Chi answered, taken aback by how the scientist answered the phone.
"Chi-Chi? What's wrong?" Bulma asked, beginning to regain her senses.
"It's Goku, I think the heart virus has morphed, the medication hasn't worked...and now..." she sobbed, "We're even out of that!"
Bulma sat the edge of her bed and took in the news Chi-Chi had just given her. She'd known Goku for so long that the idea of him being taken out by a virus seemed ridiculous, then again, two years ago so did the idea of time travel and killer androids.
Luckily, Bulma had had the good foresight to come up with two alternative treatments if the heart disease had morphed. She had come up with the idea when she read a theory about time travel about a year ago that had said, a break in the time continuum at any point could change things dramatically or slightly. Remembering, Goku's prophesized virus, she decided to take the pills and study their chemical composition. By doing that, she was able to come up with two other possible cures by slightly altering the regular pill's chemical composition.
"Well Chi-Chi, I think we should bring Goku here and we'll treat him with the other antidotes I made." She said deep in thought, she had hoped it wouldn't come to using her untested prototypes, but they were out of options.
"Ok Bulma, if you think that's best..." Chi-Chi said, slightly calmer now.
Bulma pursed her lips and looked out the window, Goku had to get better before those androids made irreversible damage. Now that the Dragonballs were gone, death was a permanence. "Vegeta..." she whispered before realizing she was still on the phone.
"What was that Bulma?" Chi-Chi said confused.
"Oh, nothing...I'm on my way." She said absentmindedly hanging up the phone without a goodbye. She sighed and pushed herself off of the bed. All she could do was hope for his safety. She went out to her Capsule copter.
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Vegeta gasped for air as 17 hit him in the ribs again. "Ugh," he groaned as he got elbowed to the ground below.
Gohan's body twinged in pain beneath the rubble he was wedged in. He felt Vegeta's life force dwindle sharply. He couldn't let him die too.
"AHH!" he hollered, dispelling the rubble from around him. He growled looking up at android 18 who smiled sweetly at him. "Leave him alone," Gohan ordered.
"I'm not doing anything to your friend kid, it's my big bad brother, but I recommend you stay out of it." She replied with a scowl.
"NO!" he yelled about to lunge at 17, when 18 blasted the demi-Saiyajin down.
Vegeta looked to his right and scrounged his eyes as he saw the badly beaten Gohan. He spit out some blood that had gathered in his mouth and wiped away its remnant from his lip. "Let's go..." he growled going to kick 17, but the android caught his leg and snapped it.
The Saiyajin let out a yell as he fell to the ground. The pain was so intense. "Not like this..." he thought weakly as he felt 17's chi blast engulf him, burning through every atom in his body.
"VEGETA!" Gohan screamed, pummeling into 17. The android, flew into a near by building and the boy rushed to Vegeta's side. Gohan inspected him, he was in bad shape. His leg was broken, one of his arms looked to be dislocated, and he was burnt almost beyond recognition. Suddenly it hit Gohan as he saw Vegeta's hand reach out to sky, he wasn't going to make it.
Vegeta looked up into the sun and coughed," Bulma..." After a moment, his hand fell solemnly to his side as his body stilled. His breath slowed and then the Saiyajin prince breathed no more. He would never fulfill his destiny...
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Author's not: my poor, poor Vegeta. (wipes away a tear from here eye) oh well, all for the better good and guess what? It's a boring Saturday so I'm going to be nice and post another chapter today while I'm at it! Am I charitable or what? ^_^ don't answer that!