What's wrong with me
By Hannio
Disclaimer: Right I own none of the characters, which are featured in this story. None of them so I guess there's nothing to be said about that anymore
Author Note: I'd just like to remind you all that this story without any permission from me had turned into an A/U fic. It kinda runs along the same story as the series but with more detail and difference... I think I just confused matters but you get the picture right? Oh well that's life. sorry it took so long to get up but I've been ill and with Christmas and everything so sorry. I hope this story makes up for the long wait. Oooppps while I remember this story is angst ok and involves death and other such stuff. Just wanted to warn you. Enjoy.
He glanced around him to see himself standing in the Brief's living room. He frowned the last time he had been aware of anything he had been in the gravity room training in plus 400 normal gravity. He had been losing, his body had ached constantly but it had seemed to explode with agony and he had fallen to the floor, then the invention of Doctor Briefs had sent an energy wave at him, one that could kill him if he let it hit. As usual he let go of all sense as his instinct to survive kicked in. This was not the way he was going to die. He sent an equally powerful blast at the oncoming one the result being, after a moment's struggle, an explosion that had hit him with so much force he thought he was dead. It had been black but he had fought to consciousness again and with that came the overwhelming sense of pain that was almost crippling him. He had struggled to the surface to see Bulma there. He had made eye contact for a split second to see all her fear and intense relief written plainly in her eyes, then he had concentrated on getting up, he managed but collapsed shortly afterwards, Bulma caught him and had spoken to him in such a gentle voice that he was surprised she was using it on him, in the end he had enough pushing her away and being deliberately cruel though he didn't know why he had been cruel to her but he felt he had to be. Then he had slipped away in the darkness that was waiting for him. So how he ended up where he was, was a mystery to him. He glanced at the window to see darkness but the door opened flooding light into the room and he looked towards it's source to see Bulma standing at the doorway her eyes focused on him completely.
"Hi Vegeta" she said softly coming in and closing the door behind her. His frown grew, as did his level of panic. Something wasn't right he could feel it.
"You" he replied finally. She nodded smiling at him as she turned to look out the window. He couldn't make out her expression in the semi-darkness but her body language seemed relaxed.
"I see you can still remember me. We were pretty worried after you being in that explosion. We thought you might of lost your memory" she turned back to him "Doesn't look like it though" Vegeta frowned again. If he had lost his memory then that would explain why he couldn't remember how he got where he was, but he knew that that wasn't the case. He watched as Bulma walked around him heading to the only light source in the room. A small lamp in the corner by her father's reading chair and glancing at him switched it off. It should have plunged the room into darkness but light still remained. Vegeta swung round to see candles lit everywhere in the room. They were giving off an almost sickly sweet smell of flowers something he connected with her. He shook his head where were thoughts like that coming from. His mind focused on one important matter as the scent filled his head where had they come from?. He turned round again
"What are you doing? Where am I? Tell me or I'll..." his voice trailed off as he focused properly on her. She was beautiful. She walked slowly up to him and his eyes took every movement in as his breathing quickened and he began to move backwards away from her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, the candles and scent were working their magic on him, he was so focused on her that it wasn't until his back hit the smoothness of the wall that he realised he was trapped. When she came to a standstill right in front of him, his eyes roamed her face without his permission. Somewhere in his mind he was fighting it, his mind was begging him to get away before something happened. The main part however was feasting on her. She had just washed her hair and it came down in a wave of teal. It was shining in the dim light and he could almost see each strand. Her skin was pale and clear and soft looking making him long to reach out and touch it while her eyes were sparkling and held that same gentle look they contained when she had held him. As his eyes made contact with hers they seemed to pull him in till he felt he was drowning. He took a step back only to realise that he couldn't go any further. She smiled at that
"What are you doing to me?" he demanded his voice was curiously quiet and husky compared to what it was normally like. She laughed softly and stepped forward again, her eyes trapping his again. He felt like a wild animal needing to be free and yet fascinated by something, which he knew could destroy him.
"Vegeta" she said her voice was quiet but it seemed to fill the room "You did a good job fighting it. You even convinced yourself but you care for me and deep down you know it. That's why you can't stand being around me, because I make you feel things you've never felt since you were a child and you can't cope" he didn't answer, he couldn't "Well I'm going to do something I should of done to you along time ago" before he could think what she meant, she stepped forward again, wrapped her arms tightly round his neck tilted her head slightly and looked into his shocked eyes then closing them she leaned forward and touched her lips gently to his. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as he mind was thrown into confusion. What the hell was going on? This wasn't right and he knew it. It had to be a dream but would he dream about Bulma? His mind was mulling this over when he realised he was kissing her back, his arms locked round her waist as he pulled her as close to him as humanly possible. He let out a primitive growl as she let him take over. His mind was protesting, but it was only a quiet voice and he could ignore it, he was more focused on how soft her lips were against his and how she seemed to fit against him perfectly. Suddenly as soon as it all began she gasped stiffening in his arms; he felt it and look down to see her eyes widened in fear. He felt something warm soak through his shirt and so pushed her slightly away, what he saw almost made him sick. Someone had blasted her through the stomach. The sight of it almost made him throw up, her light blue top she was wearing was now stained completely, the blast had ripped her intestines out of her, she collapsed on the floor and without thinking he caught her. He laid her against him like she had done to hi, before and taking his shirt off so he only had his T-shirt he laid it over the wound so she couldn't see how bad it was. The look on her face, the growing greyness surrounding her features confirmed his fear that Bulma was dying. There was nothing he could do, something, which filled him with an intense rage and a greater sense of despair. She turned her bright blue eyes on him tears making them sparkle more than ever
"Vegeta" she whispered, he made her more comfortable and stroked her hair out of her face, he didn't know why he was doing it, but right now he didn't care either.
"What is it Bulma?" he asked quietly
"Why...Why...." she stopped gasping for breath
"Why what?"
"Vegeta. I love you" she said simply "Why... didn't you protect me" tears spilled out of her eyes making rivers down her cheeks then with a last glance at him. She closed her eyes; her chest moved once more and than the life went. Vegeta sat there cradling her to him, his eyes wide. She loved him that piece of knowledge burned into him and his mind cast him back to all the things she had done for him to show it and he had ignored them or taunted her with it. He began to shake. His eyes still on his form. She looked so tiny and fragile looking. He had forgotten just how frail her body was. When her spirit still inhabited her, the strength of her spirit had made him believe that she was as strong as she came across and now that was gone. He threw back his head and let out one yell, but that yell held all the grief and pain and anger he held inside. Why was it always the people he cared about and loved that were ripped away from him. First his mother, than his father and now Bulma. He stared down at her peaceful expression his admission shocking him. He loved her, he didn't think it was possible he would of known. His mind went back to that conversation he had with her father "It was only when she was gone I realised I was in love with her" the thought settled himself into his brain with a realisation that shocked him
"I'm so Sorry Bulma.... I... I love you. One day I'll protect you I promise" he whispered bending down and kissing her cooling forehead. What was he going to do now?
"You're still as pathetic as ever Vegeta" Vegeta's head shot up, his skin began to crawl there was no mistaking who it was. He stood up and turned to come face to face with Freeza. Memories of him killing him before came forth leaving him cold.
"This can't be you're Dead that boy took care of you I saw it with my own eyes" even to himself he sounded unnaturally calm. Freeza threw his head back and laughed. The same laugh he had used for years to taunt Vegeta.
"Did he? So why am I here Vegeta?" he asked, he moved forward to look at Bulma, he bent down to touch her but Vegeta was there in a second getting in the way and pushing him back. Freeza looked surprised for a split second before his twisted smile came back. Vegeta stood between him and Bulma his mind was replaying memories to him, all the training Freeza had used on him, the way he had been left for dead on so many occasions, cold and injured while rats thinking he was dead tried to eat him Fear was racing through him as he faced Freeza but he wasn't going to let Bulma down that he knew. He may of failed her in life but there was no way he was letting that monster touch her no matter what the cost was to his physical body and his sanity.
"Back off" Vegeta warned trying to keep the fear inwards and project a steady cold voice, it worked to a certain degree. Freeza shook his head
"It's a shame that I had to kill someone who was so pretty." he said finally "You want to know why I did it. Shot her through the stomach even though I knew she had no chance and her last few minutes would be filled with agony." Vegeta's fist closed into fists as he grinded his fist together, Freeza went on "I did it because you felt something for her that was the only reason" Vegeta's eyes closed for a split second as the words settled in, his fault. He didn't give Freeza the satisfaction of a reply. Instead he followed his emotions again and attacked Freeza with everything he had Freeza had ruined his whole life changing him into the cold unfeeling thing he was today that plus the anger he felt at Bulma's death was enough to send him over the edge of reason. He managed to damage him badly but all Freeza did was laugh as he overpowered him and began beating him into a pulp "When will you realise Vegeta. You'll never be better than us. You weren't even strong enough to protect the woman you love. What does that make you" with that comment he picked him up and threw his body out the window where he floated in complete darkness till a golden light appeared and began to grow. Vegeta turned to it and found himself on his feet again. He ran towards it feeling the need to have such an immense power for his own. He stopped as he saw who was creating it. It was the boy with lavender hair. His gaze was on him, a smirk present on his face as he watched Vegeta's struggle
"You" Vegeta said stopping by him "You're no supersaiyan so who are you?" his voice had risen to a yell. The boy grinned at him, his turquoise eyes sparkling
"Don't you know yet. Haven't you figured it out?" came the taunting reply in return
"I don't have time for games Kids" Vegeta yelled back at him, his mind kept on going back to Bulma. He needed that power to protect her whatever the cost was to himself
"No. You don't do you" he tilted his head consideringly at him "You're so weak that it's an insult almost. Oh well at least we have Goku with us you wouldn't stand a chance"
"Yeah we'd be in trouble if we had to rely on Vegeta. He couldn't even help Bulma when she needed him he let her die. I'll make you pay for that Vegeta killing one of my best friends you'll pay I'll kill you myself" Vegeta turned to see who the hateful voice belonged to only to see Goku glaring at him, already in his supersaiyan form, there was murder in his eyes and Vegeta knew who's murder he was planning.
"Kakkorot" he said in surprise before his eyes narrowed "You can't beat me" he yelled at them both "I'm Vegeta. Prince of all Saiyan's" Goku's face hardened
"What you are is a disgrace to the Saiyan species" Vegeta's eyes flashed angrily at that comment and his fist clenched as he began to power up. He had had it with everything. With that lavender prick and with Kakkorot, calling him a disgrace to his race at least he knew about them and yet deep down Kakkorot had only said what Vegeta's deepest mind believed he was a disgrace to his race. Now the boy turned to Goku a smirk on his face as he spoke in a lazy tone
"Looks like the big bad Vegeta decided he's had enough, this should be fun" Goku's face broke out into an identical smirk
"It should be" then he powered up, his power was amazing and to himself Vegeta had to admit that it was hopeless, than Goku attacked, Vegeta managed to block the first few able to ignore the pain that shot through his arm but the assault continued and still weakened by his battle with Freeza he didn't stand a chance, Vegeta knew it was over his mind focused on one point as he looked up at Goku as he set up the final attack. His eyes closed on their own accord as the attack hit him. At least he'd be with Bulma now.
Vegeta sat up, gasping for breath, his heart was pumping so hard that he was sure that it would explode, Blood roared in his ears as his finger tightened on the already deathgrip he had on the pillow. He glanced round at him, a stabbing pain bringing his chaotic mind back into order, he groaned in pain and dropped slowly back onto the soft mattress. For a minute he panted as the pain ran riot in his body than it dulled and subsided
"It was a dream" he muttered "Just a dream" and yet it seemed so real, his encounter with Freeza, his battle with Goku, the feeling of impended death and Bulma. He stopped and frowned. Why the hell was he thinking of that Baka woman anyway. She was a waste of space and oxygen and if he didn't need her to fix stuff he would have gotten rid of her long ago. Even as his mind spoke the world a twisting in his stomach told him it wasn't true. He growled this time in anger. What the hell was wrong with him. For the first time since he had awoken he took in his surrounding, his black eyes probing. The room was fairly large and the air stung of the scent of antiseptic. It was sparely furnished and simply decorated then he shifted his head slightly and stopped at what he saw. On a wooden desk next to the bedside Bulma slept, barely making a noise, her head rested in her crossed arms and she was facing him. He slowly sat up and like he suspected the pain was still there almost crippling him, his gaze remained on Bulma as he panted trying to make the pain less. "What's she doing here" he thought a frown coming to his face. There was no answer his mind could give and yet something about her was bothering him. He stood up and stretched slightly, a burning pain hit the nerves and he hissed slightly while bending over, when he found that that brought him even more pain he sank to the floor, his knees being unable to support his weight any longer. The pain was one of the worse he had felt in a long time and this time there was nothing but time that could heal him. He knew it was amazing he had survived the explosion in the first place but these injuries meant it would take him twice as long to train. He slowly made his way to his feet and began making his way carefully to the door using furniture to lean on. He had just passed her when something made him stop. He stood there for a minute fighting with himself but in the way he switched his direction and stood over Bulma instead his mind still in confusion. She looked so peaceful there, a small smile on her face and yet his mind kept up the image of her dying, the way her eyes were full of pain and fear as she had looked at him and what had happened before she died. He gave his head a slight shake but stopped at the blinding pain when it subsided he walked out without a backward glance.
Well... I hope you liked it, it's darker than the other stories but I doubt that Vegeta's mind is a rosy place do you? I just tried to reflect the darkness that probably reigns in there. Please review but if you want to flame just don't bother cause it really isn't worth it. Any review or criticisms that's useful is welcomed though. On a more personal note thanks to everyone who reviewed this story I really appreciate it. Hannio :0)