Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter. The only reason I haven't really update really quick or anything is because it seems like I'm a really bad writer. Why else would I be getting okay reviews and no one really liking this? But it doesn't matter.. I do this for the love of writing. Anyway, thanks Ryoko-onne and Anime Writer Karica for reviewing! I hope you like this chapter!

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Undying Pride

Chapter Four

Her heart ached with pain, causing tears of torment to fall down her eyelids and caress her cheeks. She fell to her knees, her tears blurring her vision quickly. Why did Vegeta go out and leave her? Sure, this new power he had obtained might be enough to make a minuscule difference, but it just wasn't enough! He needed help in defeating those androids; who cared if it would leave a small dent in his pride? His life mattered a whole lot more than his ego!

But.. that was Vegeta for you ..

No! He still shouldn't have left her like that! How dare he even think it? Had turning super saiyan really affected his mind that much? Fear paralyzed her heart, her eyes widened with shock, and a cold chill stabbed at the back of her neck. What if.. What if Vegeta got killed? What if he never came back? What if he worst nightmare -- that Vegeta would die and leave her alone with her son -- would come true? Damn it! This couldn't be happening! She just didn't get it.. sure, super saiyans were powerful and everything, but did Vegeta actually really think it was enough to defeat them? Was it enough? She hated being vulnerable and weak at the same time, with no real understanding of the situation. She was a genius in science, and making the greatest advances in technology, but she was dumbfounded when it came to fighting and using ki. Hell, if she could even fight a little, she'd probably need to build herself another scouter just to see how powerful someone was. All she knew, all she could possibly seem to think about, was that he better had come home in one piece.

"You better be okay Vegeta! I don't know what I'd do if you weren't.."

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His mouth spewed open with blood, and he quickly marked his white gloves with the metallic scent of crimson. Damn! He would kill these stupid pieces of shit if his life depended on it! He charged towards #18, swinging his knee to her face and kneeing her in the jaw. A gold disc formed in his left hand and he sent it flying right into #17's torso. He smirked as a cracking noise could be heard from the blond-haired beauty's jaw breaking, and the black-haired demon's torso being cut and ripped. A grin spread over his lips, rearing his look of seriousness into a look of malice.

"Not winning as easily as you would've liked, are you androids? It's time I finish this."

Android 17 frowned, wincing in acute pain from his ripped chest. His eyes narrowed in hate as he saw a slab of his favorite black shirt had been torn off. He clenched his fists in anger, glancing over at his twin sister, and he nodded as soon as she did.

"No, that's where you're wrong. I should end this, not you. You're so pathetic. Did you actually think you had a chance? Just because you came today with a whole new different hair style doesn't mean you can defeat us. What say we end this, #18? I've had enough of fooling around with him."

"Okay. He was getting to be quite a bore anyway. Let's kill him."

Vegeta seethed with anger, his power level rising a bit. How could they even dare to insult the prince of all saiyans?! They totally ignored him, and had a conversation, acting as if he wasn't even there. Not to mention they thought they could decide whether they wanted to kill him or not! What the hell were they thinking? Did they think he was just someone to be pushed around and insulted? Well, these toy robots were about to brake.. and they wouldn't like it one bit.

The twins simultaneously lined up with one another, in a ki firing stance. With an identical grin plastered on their venomous faces, they both let go life threatening beams.

***

She sighed depressingly, dipping the cloth into the bubble-soaked water. She rubbed the cloth over the dusty window and washed the dust bunnies completely off, backing off and smiling at her hard work. Every part of the large window had been totally scrubbed clean, and the rain from outside sent rainbow prisms sparkling over the clean glass. Happiness settled onto her system, and she couldn't help but feel joyous. Today was her birthday, no there hadn't been any cake, any candles, and any party. Just a thunderstorm and her father and son saying a few 'Happy Birthdays' here and there. Chi Chi looked around in the empty living room, almost feeling a presence, but the feeling had disappeared as soon as it had come. Silence. Damn.. she hated the quiet. It reminded her of the pain clawing at her half broken heart. She had the androids to thank for that, and the other part, was Goku.

Goku ..

Shit.. she missed him so much! On her birthday, they always had such a great time together. A romantic dinner, and maybe a few kisses and a night of passion supposedly. She always longed for her birthday never to go, because she loved spending time with her one true love. Despite the fact that they both had different views of what Gohan's future should be, he really was a great husband. He was determined, and strong, childish and yet so smart at the same time. He was an unconquerable force, and nothing could ever apprehend him.

Except the heart virus ..

He had died months and months ago, but it felt like it had happened yesterday. The day was gloomy the likes that she had never seen before. All of the Z fighters attended, the room was deafening with complete and utter silence. Everyone knew Goku was going to die, and the worst part was, they knew who the killer was -- a natural cause. That meant he couldn't be wished back by the dragonballs. She hated facing Gohan, seeing death at such a young age, but reality had crept up on her, and it had been real. Hell, even Vegeta looked depressed. He didn't even mutter a word, as he knew that that day would seal his greatest rivals death. He was, dare she even say it, sad. Sad for his enemy, rival.. and closest friend. And Goku was gone.. forever. And Chi Chi couldn't wait till the day when she would be reunited with him again. But, for now, she was extremely alone. With a father that was almost non-existent to her, a son that was probably going to get killed one day by two monsters, and a husband that would forever remain in the realm of the dead.

.. And .. she was alone ..

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#17 grinned at the smoking carcass of the dead saiyan. At least that's what he appeared to be, and the android couldn't feel any ki at all. As far as he knew, he was dead. Blood was splattered all over Vegeta's face, his white and blue armor was cracked and split open, resulting the white armor to be hanging onto his shoulder by a mere thread. His right arm seemed to be broken, it was falling limply to Vegeta's side. In other words, if he didn't get medical attention and some special treatment soon, he would die indefinitely. #17 frowned, he wasn't quite sure if he was ready to give up his favorite new toy -- yet. His eyes wandered off to his right, where #18 was crossing her arms.

"I'm not sure if I want him dead yet. What do you think? Should I give him back to his wife before he dies? It'd be such a waste."

Android 18 tilted her head, examining the situation carefully and cautiously.

"You're probably right. Besides, he definitely has some great power.. he'd obviously the strongest fighter we'll ever come up against. It would be a big waste to kill him like this. You go, and drop him off at Capsule Corp. I'll be waiting here."

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Bulma sat on the chair of her lab, her arms slumped over the seat. She was bored out of her mind, but the lurching feeling that was contained in her heart was the only thing keeping her for being not completely bored. She sighed and wiped sweat out of her brow and forehead, and stood up; the feeling in her heart just got worse.

Thump.

What the hell was that? She ran to the door, and grasped the door tightly once again. A sense of deja vu swept over her conscience and a tingling feeling of helplessness burst into her mind. Her door opened, and a demonic monster stood overhead, grabbing a beaten Vegeta. She gasped.. barely losing her sanity. #17 smirked, a smirk that was filled with evil.. an evil that sent shivers down Bulma's spine. #17 shifted his hands from Vegeta's armor, to his neck, practically choking him. Blood sputtered out of the prince's scorched throat. The devilish android smirked and muttered merely six words.

"I think he belongs to you.."

He released his deadly grip, and Vegeta fell limply to the floor.

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