Warriors At Heart
By: Wind Nymph
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z/Gt or any other famous products that may appear in this fic- such as coffee. It is commmon sence people. ^_^ Also- this is my first fic EVER so be gentle.
A/N- Oh my Goddess! I actually got a review! WHOOP! Anyway- in the review I was asked something so let me go ahead and clear things up, the Vegeta in Chapter one- 'King Vegeta' is Vegeta Jr. You will learn that Vegeta 'Senior' died a while ago in this chapter.
Chapter Two
Vegeta plopped down on the bed releasing a slow and steady sigh. So much had happened in the last twenty four hours. It was all so chaotic and unorganized. He had decided to follow along with the wishes of Bardock- afterall, had it not been for this warrior they would all be dead in three days or less. It was the least he could do to reunite him with his lost son. Also he changed the rank of the entire blood line to first class- he felt it was simply neccessary, afterall, he wasn't heartless. Pretty damn stubborn but not heartless.
"Here you go your highness." One of the servants spoke as she entered the room. Vegeta hardly acknowledged her as she placed the glass of bright yellow liquid on the end table next to his bed and left. This was the norm. He had been raised to believe he was above everyone- especially servants- so naturally he did not care for them. They were so different from him in more ways than one. They were all foreign. Aliens if the truth were to be known. It was among the highest insults to declare a Saiyan a servant. It was just not done. It would kill their honor and was only pulled out as a punishment in extreme cases- but most of the time the criminal would kill themself first. Their newest recruitment of servants consisted of what appeared to ben some sort of cat people. They stood upright as Saiyans did, but they were covered in soft fur and had large ears on their heads. Shock filled the planet when they first arrived, but soon everyone wanted one. Vegeta simply used them to get what he needed- in this case it was a sleeping potion.
He groaned as he sat up and almost hesitantly grabbed the glass.This stuff could knock you out fast but it tasted horrible. As he had once heard it put, "This shit taste like ass!" A smile formed on his face at the memory of the comment before he tiltled his head back and took it all down in one gulp. A look of distaste plagued his features but it was soon replaced by the humble look of a sleeping child.
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The sky is blue. He thought to himself. When did the sky turn so blue? Is it not normally red on planet Vegeta? Did the servant posion my drink? The young king asked himself. He had to admit- the color was radiating. He could get used to this. White splotches were ramdomly positioned across the sky and seemed to make shapes. He had the urge to put his hands behind his head and just lay there for hours admiring it's beauty, but then something else caught his eye.
Green grass. It was so green! On Vegeta the grass was purple, but this place was an endless see of green. This was a truely rare color- just like blue. The only reason he and his people knew of these color is because the Dymien Jins brought it to their attention with their blue skin and green eyes and hair. It was truely amazing at first but it wasn't long before the little monsters' intentions were made perfectly clear. They started with taking out Vegeta's father and previous king. No one had been placed on the throne as early as he was forced to do in all of Saiyan history. But not one sole complained, for if anyone could fight back the Dymien Jins this was the one. This was the man who had defeated so many tyrants and purged so many planets with no help what so ever. He was a man who lived for the challenge and refused assistance. Cold as ice on the battle field yet at the same time so dedicated to his people. This was the man who at the tender age of twenty five had achieved the legendary Super Saiyan status.
But that wasn't enough to defeat their new enemies. He had to ascend. He had to train! He sat up with an emotionless look, but that was changed when he saw the sight before him. It was like a combination of blue and green, it was some form of water yet it seemed to have a mind of its own. giant waves would form on the surface and for the briefest of moments the mighty king thought it was going to separate from the large teil ocean and come after him, but then the wave would crash agaisnt the shore. What was this place?
"Welcome to Earth!" A femine voice screemed from behind him. His attention turned and a woman stood in his view. This was truely surprising. There were never many women on Vegeta, so natuarally the first thing that shocked him was the fact that she was not bonded. The next blow came in yet another form of blue. She had long, bright blue hair! He couldn't believe his eyes. It was something he had never seen before. But the clencher was the man infront of her. He was groveling and begging. He was literally kissing he feet and pleading for his life. It was the Dymien Jin King!
"Spare me young sorceress! I beg of you. I mean no harm to you and your family." he cried out as he hunched over her feet and hugging her legs.
"You will not fool me as you have so many others. And if you meant no harm then what have you done with my son?!" she screamed.
The king's eyes widened. "V- Vegeta came for him- he through the child into the sea." he stuttered out.
"You are lying." the woman replied in a low tone. This is the part when Vegeta saw her face for the first time. She had blue eyes to match her hair, perfect white skin, and large red lips.
"Why would I lie about such a thing? And to you of all people! I am your--"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" she said and the Dymien Jin immediatly quieted, "Vegeta would never do that- never!"
"How can you be so sure Bulma?"
Bulma? That must have been this woman's name. He quietly wondered if the two beings could see him sitting there on the ground. And what was this business about him throwing a baby into the sea? He had never done such a task and never would. That would bring to much pain to the mother. And no man- no matter how strong- wants to piss of a woman.
He watched as Bulma leaned down and stopped about an inch from the mighty king's face. "I am positive you are lying, because Vegeta is the boys father."
The Dymien Jins eyes widen in horror and shock, "But that would mean that- the child..."
"That's right." she said with a simple smirk and touched her finger to his nose. Calmly she stepped away from him and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't think I need anything more from you. I will find my son on my own." Then she, surprisingly, turned her back on him and began to walk towards Vegeta. As she did so the Dymien king began screaming in agony. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this. What in the name of the goddess was going on hear? His chest began to stick out as if someone were pumping too much air into his body. Then- he emploded. Blood and ligaments were everywhere, yet this woman continued towards him. "You are rubbing off on me Vegeta." she said with a smile. Her voice saying his name echoed in his head as she finally reached him and began shaking his shoulders.
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"VEGETA! Sire you must wake up now." The young king groggily opens his eyes, but instead of meeting the lucious blue eyes of the woman he had seen, he saw Bardock.
"AHH!" he released a high pitched scream and rolled off the bed out of mere shock. As soon as he hit the floor he jumped up in an 'I'm ok' manner while looking around to see if anyone else witnessed that. He was pleased to see that he and Bardock were the only ones in the room. Wait a minute, this was hit room. "What do you want Bardock?"
Bardock was finding it hard to stiffle his laughter. Out of all of years in Saiyan training this proved to be the hardest task- keeping a straight face. "Highness- I apologize for waking you from your slumber, but your presence is needed in the main hall. The elite meeting begins in a few minutes. I was sent to wake you and retreive the counsil." Vegeta nodded as Bardock bowed respectfully and turned on his heel to leave the room.
"Bardock." Vegeta spoke up as he reached the door frame. The soldier stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face Vegeta.
"Sire?"
"Seeing as we are headed towards a foriegn planet, and that you are the head of the Science department, I will require that you join the meeting and tell us what we are up against, you know- whether the air is breathable and what not."
"I assure you sire- it is. I have already done a great deal of research on the planet before sending Kakorrot there. But I will join the meeting and further the research." he stated before bowing his head again and walking out, closing the door behind him.
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Bulma put her head in her hands and stared annoyed at the crumpled paper before her. She had gone over the equations hundreds of times and still she knew the formulas were correct. So why weren't these numbers adding up correctly. What was she doing wrong? Wrong. There was a word that was very rare when it came to her and her calculations. She was a certified genius! She made straight A's all throughout high school and college. She attended the best schools and was always on the dean's list and she was the daughter of the president of Capsule Corporation, which in a few months would be hers. But now- now a little equation was kicking her butt. How was this happening? Was this the twilight zone?
As she read over the paper again she began to mutter the numbers as she went and mentally checking off each step. Still she found no mistakes. Maybe she copied down one of the parts wrong? But she would only be able to check when she got back home.
Yamcha had succeeded in dragging her to the cabin. She smiled and looked around the room. It was so peaceful here- especially when Yamcha was out. She loved him to death but sometimes the man was simply annoying. It was a terrible thing to think, but it was the truth. She had barely slept last night due to his annoying pleading for sex. What did he think she was- just some other girl that would fall into his looks? Well this certainly was not the case. Honestly she had never slept with any one and never had an intention too until she was completly sure she was ready. This was a fact that chased many of her boyfriends away, but not Yamcha. He had stuck with her for years. That deserved some credit right?
"Bulma?" Yamcha called as he entered the cabin with two large paper bags in his arms. "I'm back. I got us some steak for toni--" He stopped when he saw her sitting at the table. She was gorgeous, her blue hair was cascading down to about the middle of her back. It had a satisfying wave to it- something that had just come on it's own over the years. He hadn't noticed until now. Her torquose eyes burned holes into him and her lips was a red color topped with a shine. The thing was, she did not have on any makeup. This was all natural beauty. It was all topped off by her long white nightgown that- intentional or not- could drive a man insane. It hugged on to her every curve until just below her hips where it flared out down her legs. The front and back were V cut and showed off her perfect skin.
"Yamcha? You okay?" She asked as she stood to help him with the bags.
He shook his head quickly to break himself from his trance. Blushing slightly he looked down at the table spotting a crumpled paper with numbers and letters written all over it. "Bulma! This is supposed to be a romantic vacation for you! Not as second lab," He scolded.
She laughed innocently and took one of the bags from his arms, "You are right as always. I'm sorry, but you weren't here and I had nothing better to do. Why waste precious time? I am sure Goku is rearing to go to the Nameks. You know how he is."
Yamcha could only nod in agreement as they reached the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. "You have a point- poor Chichi has probably not gotten much sleep lately. When he is excited about something everyone has to stay up and talk about it with him- he is like a little boy."
"Yeah- but would you want him any other way? I mean- think about how strong he is- there is no way I would want him to be against us."
Yamcha visibly shuddered as took a head of lettuce out of the bag, "Good point. Man- can you imagine not knowing Goku? I mean- what if you hadn't hit him wih the car when we were younger? What would life be like?"
Bulma went blank for a moment, then a smile formed on her lips, "I don't even want to think about that."
"yeah- it is silly. The point is- the gang did find each other, and if it hadn't happened that way- it would have still happened later." he said with a smile and led her into the living room where they both sat on the love seat.
Bulma released a happy sigh and rested her head on his chest. She was so tired. She was actually seeing formulas when she closed her eyes. if that isn't a sign saying 'you work too much' then what is? Yamcha was running his fingers up and down her back and entangling them in her hair. She truly was a catch. What would life had been like if they had not found each other? Life without Bulma? The thought was enough to send chills down his spine. He would not give her up without one hell of a fight he thought as he lifted her chin up with his index finger. Slowly- he leaned down and softly kissed her.
Just as Bulma was leaning up to intensify the kiss Yamcha suddenly jerked free. Did she do something wrong? Of course not! He kissed her! She was about to yell but the look of fear was masking his features. "Yamcha?" she asked hesitantly.
He snapped his head back towards her, "Something is coming. I can feel it. Something evil."
Bulma stood- now adopting the same mask of fear. "Are you sure Yamcha? Wouldn't Goku have felt it and called?" Just then- as if on cue the phone rang.Yamcha looked at Bulma who was now slightly shaking before he marched over and picked up the phone. He didn't say anything. Only nodded and hung up.
He then looked back at Bulma was was still standing next to the love seat. "Bulma." he said dryly as he walked up to her and cupped her face in his hands. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes- this man had already been taken from him once when Goku defeated Frieza- the dragonballs would not wish him back again if anything should happen. "Stay here. Don't leave the cabin for anything okay? This is probably the safest place to be. It is well hidden. Don't go anywhere- got it?" She nodded slowly and watched as he began towards the door.
As he reached the coat rack he grabbed his leather jacket and looked back at Bulma who stood in her nightgown. He truely was lucky to have her. He had taken her for granted so many timed before. He would kill the man who EVER tried to take her from him.
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Vegeta looked at the map that lay in front of him. "This is where we will land." Bardock pointed out. "The others will be scattered around the planet. The breed here is weak but they have numbers so don't underestimate them. It would be in our best interest to make peace with them so that we can perhaps get some help re building ships and other weapons."
"Thank you Bardock." Vegeta spoke from the head of the table. The rest of the counsil and the elites were thouroughly impressed by the scientist and all nodded in agreement. "We have one more matter to attend to. As you know our friend Bardock has recently lost a son in the field of battle. He truely was a warrior and will rest among the elites. However, this planet is home to another son of his. He was sent as a child to purge Earth but was unheard from since then. Some believe the pod blew up, but we beilieve the boy may have just been taken in and raised by the inhabitants. We must find him and reunite father and son, His name is Kakorott."
A screen appeared before the counsil and in it was a picture of a baby.
"As you can see he is probably a spitting image of Bardock here. If anyone finds him that man is to bring him to me- unharmed."
A/N- There is Chapter Two! I don't know if any of you have picked up on this- but I am not a 'Yamcha Basher'. This is not going to be like every other fic where Yamcha is a jerk. Well! Talk to you all later! Feel free to send me a message or something!