Ch 4

Vegeta slept deeply for about a week. His fast saiyajin immune system had taken his wounds and made him stronger. He woke up with some pain but otherwise a renewed strength. Had forgotten what happened but then it hit him like a brick.

" I must kill Yamcha."

He leaped from his bed and rushed downstairs. He almost yelled in shock when he saw Bulma sitting casually at the kitchen table. He'd never concentrated his mind as intensely as this before. He was absolutely careful not to think of Bulma.

" You're mighty hyper, too much coffee?"

Vegeta felt his annoyance rise but he pushed it down with great effort. He kept his back to her and concentrated on Yamcha's destruction.

" We need to figure out your little situation, bud." Bulma raised an eyebrow when she noticed how he didn't seem to pay her any attention. "You ok? Turn around."

Vegeta sighed. He knew he was in for a horrible beat down, but he'd explain the whole situation so she'd just stop with annoying panicking.

"Bu-" he shook his head and directed his thoughts elsewhere. " I know what is happening." He growled.

She stared at him with surprise and cocked her head to one side. Vegeta kept his thoughts on other situations.

" Yamcha made a wish on the dragonballs," he almost spat. "He wished..."

Vegeta powered up a little, surprising Bulma. He flexed and prepared himself for the oncoming pain.

" He really wants you back," he explained with a laugh. " The wish was that any time I ever think of you I get quite the beating. Aarrkk!"

He fell on his rear and clutched his foot angrily. It felt as if someone had brought a hammer to his toes.

"I've been trying to control my thoughts better."



Bulma was shocked. She may have been extremely angry, but she was also very flattered by Vegeta. He'd received so many beat- downs for her and he still hadn't given up yet."

" But if you and I...if we break up, then will the curse be lifted?"

Vegeta looked at her, his foot still in his hands, then snarled angrily.

" No..he.he has me good. He practically has control over my thoughts!" He yelled.

Bulma whipped around and grabbed the telephone. She punched in Yamcha's number angrily and then turned to the saiyajin on the ground.

"Go into the living room and don't think about anything."

Vegeta smirked and rose to his feet. He hobbled out of the kitchen with humorous feeling he always gets when Bulma gets pushy and demanding. He always felt a little turned on by it. The thought entered his head and he was lightly thrown down the hall. He rose to his feet and cursed himself, then sat on the couch in the front room.

He plotted out his plan against Yamcha. He'd kill him slowly. Rip out his tongue so that he couldn't distract his thoughts, and make him cry in terror. Bulma entered the room and leaned up against the door.

" You can't hurt Yamcha. We need him to undo the wish when the dragonballs regenerate. He must understand our bond and why he can never do this again."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He felt a small headache begin to form as his thoughts were leading in the wrong direction.

" Like "prove our love"?" He hissed sarcastically. "I should just beat him senseless."

He began to feel his anger building. He couldn't stand that the cowardly weakling had control over him. A slight panic came over him. How could he control his thoughts for an entire year? Not only would this absolutely crush his pride, but also it would totally throw off his training. What if he couldn't control his thoughts? He'd surely beat himself to death. He shuddered as he remembered Frieza's torture.

Bulma suddenly turned and opened the door. Yamcha walked in cautiously glancing at Vegeta, then smiling sheepishly at Bulma.

" So he ratted me out?"

Before she could answer, Vegeta stood up and shoved the dumb human out into the afternoon snow. He stormed outside after him and sent him an ice, cold stare. As a saiyajin, and used to the usually warm weather of his planet, he couldn't handle the freezing cold very well, but his rage distracted him from it. Bulma ran and grabbed his arm tightly, her blue eyes pleading him not to kill Yamcha. Vegeta pulled away viciously.

" No! Don't touch me!"

Pain ripped through his shoulder as a large gash appeared. He glared at Yamcha. Bulma leaped between the two fighters.

" Stop! We can talk this over," she cried. "Listen to me Yamcha. I'm with Vegeta. It's over between you and me. I'm sorry, but you can't win me back, especially after this horrible stunt."

Yamcha grinned and shook his head.

" So you can live without me and Vegeta for a year? You and I, we understand each other. Vegeta is just a maniac, an alien with a curse that won't even allow him to think about you. Even if I give you up now, he won't be able to love you either."

Vegeta shook with rage upon hearing this. It was bad enough that he was losing the battle, but he suddenly realized that he really did need Bulma. Vegeta knew that everyone thought he only used her, but he actually did care for her. He could never handle seeing worry and pity in her blue eyes. He decided what to do. He would prove that he did deserve her. He'd show Yamcha, and Bulma.

" Listen," Vegeta snapped. He took a deep breath and began to power up. He covered his face by crossing his arms in front of himself and glared at the surprised human. Yamcha felt his power increase drastically and realized that Vegeta was preparing himself for an awful beating. The powerful prince continued to increase his strength.

" Kinda cold isn't it?"

" Vegeta, don't," Yamcha warned. " You won't accomplish anything if you try to fight the dragon wish."

"It's usually very warm here. On my planet it was always hot, burning. I doubt that I can handle the freezing very well, especially if I'm unconscious." He finished raising his power.

"You're quite the dumb one," he continued. " You'd thought that I would have just given up and left. I'm the prince of the saiyajins, and no one steals anything or anyone from me. I will prove this to you now. I'd be losing dignity and-"

His head snapped back and droplets of blood sprinkled the snow. Blood slowly leaked from his nose.

" Self respect," he finished. " It's very hard to say that I care for her, but I do need her."

WHAM! Whack!

It felt as if someone had kicked him right in the stomach. He coughed up some blood but then suddenly flew face first into the snow. A force had hit him in the back. The world spun and he tried to clear his and make sense of his surroundings. He slowly stood up and glared at Yamcha. The amazed human glanced at the bloody snow and then back at Vegeta. Bulma was backed up against the wall of the capsule home with her hand to her mouth.

"Obviously, if you knew anything about Bulma, you wouldn't have made this wish."

Vegeta was instantly raised in the air and jerked as his body received powerful blows. Yamcha and Bulma watched in horror as the saiyjain hung over now scarlet snow and tortured. Vegeta cried out in pain as he felt a rib snap. Once again, his skin and clothing were slashed and torn as the beating continued. He spewed up a stream of blood as the force repeatedly beat his stomach and ribs. He could barely keep an eye open as the deep, red gashes poured blood down his face. Vegeta was suddenly dropped to the cold ground where he lay on his side, gasping and choking. The snow around him was dark red, almost black. Vegeta shook slightly but then, with great effort, stood up painfully and turned back to Yamcha.

" Look at the expression on her face," he choked out, blood clinging from his mouth. "You're destroying her more than you are to me."

Boom!

Vegeta clutched his mouth and felt a tooth fall into his hands. He staggered slightly but smirked defiantly.

" Vegeta," Yamcha said. "I made this wish because I care for her. She'll get hurt if she continues to stay with you. Please just leave us."

Vegeta felt his anger flare. How dare he tell him what to do!

"Shut up, human!" Vegeta roared. "You don't know anything about me or her. I came to this planet as the enemy, who knows, I'm still probably known as the enemy, but Bulma saw through that."

He collapsed suddenly. An awful pain shot through his leg and he saw a giant cut behind his knee. He growled angrily and managed to stand on his good leg.

" She at least gave me home, fixed the gravity machine-"

He hacked up blood when pain streaked across his chest. Yamcha could only stare in awe at the gory mess and listen.

"I..I.." Vegeta tried to clear his head but he was losing too much blood. His thoughts were jumbled and all he wanted to do was blurt something, anything out to just allow himself to pass out or lose consciousness. " I guess I do need her, and yes..I even..."

He jerked forward as the unseen force seemed to grab him. He was lifted into the air again. Suddenly, yellow and white streaks of light began to engulf him. He screamed in agony as he was being electrocuted. He twitched and jerked as the horrible electrical currents ran through his body. Bulma and Yamcha had to gag down their vomit as the stench of burning flesh hit their nostrils. Smoke and steam crept out from Vegeta's clothes and skin. The pain was hideous, awful. He was blinded and his ears felt as if they'd explode from the deafening ringing. All the poor warrior could do was thinking about how Bulma would feel if he died, how she would look, react. The electrocution became greater. He howled in pain and threw up blood. Vegeta could practically feel his organs melting and skin burning.

'This is it,' he thought. 'My life is over.'

Bulma sobbed as she watched Vegeta being torn apart. Yamcha felt so sick. Sick of himself and sick from the gruesome scene he'd created.

The blinding lights suddenly ceased and Vegeta fell in a bloody heap on the black snow. Steam and smoke drifted from the fallen saiyajin and disappeared into the sky. Panic washed over the two humans. They ran to him and rolled him over. Bulma let out a moan as soon as she saw his condition.

Parts of his face and arms were charred and burned. Blood matted his hair and face and ran down into the ground. The stench of burned flesh was almost unbearable.

" Is he..dead?" She whispered.

Yamcha concentrated and was extremely relieved to sense a small amount of his energy. The saiyjain began to shake as a cold breeze sliced the air. Yamcha smiled and carefully picked the smaller fighter into his arms. Blood leaked from Vegeta's mouth and drifted past his nose and into his eyes.

"Support his head you idiot," Bulma snapped.

'Even now she's bossing me around,' Yamcha thought.

"We nee do to undo this wish," he said. " Let's go talk to Kami."

Bulma immediately picked a capsule from her pocket and threw it. A large flying car appeared and they hopped in. Bulma got behind the wheel and blasted off to the lookout that Kami lived on.



* Man, exciting huh? I know that was a little extreme. Please tell me if you liked it or not. I'm going to change the rating but I'd love to hear some comments from you guys. Thanks a lot, the next chapter will be up soon. Don't worry! I promise!