*TA DA*
This is a brand new story, written, planed and posted, by the
wonderful author Missq. (Who berley gets any reviews.) Now
since I'm a serious fanfic writer, not some idiot who thinks
if they fill it full of corse language and scenes from "Dude
where's my car" it's get them reviews. I have chosen the theme
of an alternative universe where Freeza's still got a few
years left in him, and just purely can't be stuffed destroying
the earth just yet.
Also note that in this story I'm a lot more serious than I
have been in others.
Believe it or not I actually got the idea for this story while I was bored out of my skull in Italian.(I never plan to go to Italy)
*========== If you see any spelling mistakes wipe them from you memory and pretend they never existed ===================*
That all form me for now. (If you hate my stories you've got to love my authors notes)
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Vegeta watched Bulma tend to Trunks. He had to admire her patience with the child, patience he would never have.
This is what he had to protect. This is what he had to prevent his life tormenter Freeza, from taking away from him. He clenched his fist, if only he could obtain enough power to send that barstead back to the hell in which he came. It wasn't enough that he was a Super Saiyan, Freeza had wished for immorality, and now the only way to kill him, was to reduce him to nothing.
All those years ago when Vegeta had travelled to Namek to wish for immortality. Freeza had gotten there first. There Vegeta had fought on the good side for once in his life, only his help made no difference. Freeza managed to find all the dragonballs and wish himself immortal. When it got to that stage they all knew they had no chance of winning. As Goku distracted Freeza, he, Bulma, Gohan and Krillin managed to make a run for it. Goku died that day.
Since then Vegeta had been waiting, waiting for Freeza to find them. Of course Freeza was taking his bitter sweet time, after all he had all eternity to take revenge.
Vegeta watched as Bulma lay their son down to sleep, the infant was now almost two. He had spent the last year wondering if his son would live to see his second birthday.
Bulma smiled as she watched her son sleep peacefully. She felt strong arms rap around her waist. She turned round to face Vegeta.
She could see warmth in his cold eyes when ever he looked at her, or his son. Bulma had known Vegeta long enough to know even thought he didn't say it, he did love both of them.
He pressed his lips onto hers, she meant more to him than anyone else ever had.
* * *
Vegeta woke as the morning rays shone into his room. He opened his eyes to see Bulma sleeping peacefully next to him as always. He hadn't told her, and he never planed to, about the nightmares he'd been having lately of him waking up without her there. He kissed her on the forehead before he got up to train.
For the past few years he'd been pushing himself to the edge. He had to admire Bulma's fathers brilliance for making the G R. But he always felt that no matter how much he trained, he'd never be strong enough to defeat Freeza. And when that lizard did come to earth, he had no one to help him. Goku, and all Goku's friends but Krillin were dead. And Goku's only son Gohan, was forced to study by Goku's psychopathic wife.
He looked at the controls for the G R, he raised it an extra fifty more than usual. He had push himself harder.
* * *
Bulma woke to the familiar noises of the G R. Deep down inside she wished he wouldn't push himself so hard, but she understood his need to train.
Memories of Namek came flooding back. She held back the tears and got out of bed.
"Oh Goku," she whispered. "If only you were here."
She sometimes asked herself, why did she love the man that forced them to go to Namek in the first place? The man who had killed her friends, and had coursed her so much pain? She didn't even know the answer. But the thing was she looked at that man now and she couldn't even see the same person. His heart had become so much softer.
She looked outside. It was such a nice day she should just go out and enjoy it.
* * *
Vegeta figured out he'd been training for an hour. He knew Bulma should be up by now. He practically knew her daily schedule off by heart.
As he did a series of back flips and turns a blood curdling scream reached his ears. He knew it was Bulma.
* * *
Bulma shook, before her stood the green alien she had seen on Namek. She didn't know his name, all she knew was that he was one of Freeza's henchmen. Behind him stood the small space pod he must have used to travel here.
She slowly backed away till her feet collapsed from under her.
The alien approached. She was too scared to even move.
The green man grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up. Bulma began to whimper. He took one long whiff of her and smiled.
"Vegeta."
Bulma could fell tears running down her face.
The man knew this was the women he was looking for. He could hurt Vegeta the most with her.
He piled her into his space pod and took off.
Vegeta ran out to where they were, just in time to see the space pod disappear into orbit.
He fell to his knees and pounded the ground. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," he cried. Tears ran down his face, he didn't try to hold them back. For once in his life he could fell his heart breaking.
* * *
Vegeta watched his son as he powered up to Super Saiyan. The eight year old had already mastered what took his father a life time.
For the past six years it had just been himself and Trunks. He no longer lived at Capsule Corp, everything there reminded him of Bulma. So he'd relocated himself and Trunks to an island in the west sea. Every day grew more and more painful for him, not knowing if she was still alive, not knowing what had happened to her. Freeza or any of his henchmen, hadn't come back since they took Bulma away. They most properly planned to let him die of a broken heart. And it was working.
Trunks stared at his father and sighed. He was lost in thought again, a sight that wasn't unusual to him. For as long as he had know his father, he had always acted this way. Acted as if his mind were some where else. Probably thinking of his mother. Of course Trunks could barley remember his mother, when ever he asked his father about her he wouldn't answer. He'd just go into depression for a week. Trunks didn't know what to think, his guess was that she was most probably dead by now, but he couldn't tell his father that.
* * *
Bulma stared at her six year old daughter. She was the exact image of herself , except for her tail. For the past six years Bulma had constantly wondered who the girl's father was. When she had first been taken by Freeza, they had wiped her memory clean of her life, who she was, where she had come from, she only knew her first name. Not knowing these things made Bulma feel empty. Empty and the longing for someone she couldn't even remember.
"Zarbon said he'd teach you how to fight Bra," she said to her daughter.
Bra's face seemed to light up at the word fight.
"Then you could go on missions for Freeza," Bulma added.
Bra frowned.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Bra?"
"Don't like Freeza," she replied.
Bulma sighed they always ended up going into this conversation.
"You have no reason not to like Freeza."
"I hate him," she replied.
"Why?"
"Cose he treats us like slaves, and he's a barstead."
Bulma was shocked
"Bra that is not true, where did you get ideas like that?" Bulma also wanted to know where she learnt the word barstead.
"The soldiers," she replied. "One of them said they'd seen you before."
Bulma looked her daughter in the eye. "Now listen to me I don't want you listening to a word that any soldiers say. Is that understood."
Bra nodded her head, it was easier to agree with her mother than disagree.
* * *
Freeza watched Bulma and Bra over the security cameras, he had always had an interest in both of them. He flinched as Bra said she hated him. It could be possible that she could end up just like her father. Freeza knew that with the right persuasion he could make her his little pet. He thought back to one his last little pets, Vegeta. How much damage had he really caused by taking his little whore away. He'd have to pay another visit to the arrogant prince in a few years. He wasn't in a hurry, after all he had eternity.
**************************************************************************** *** So what do you think of my brand new story?
*If you did see any spelling mistakes at all wipe them from your memory*
The next chapter will be up eventually. But of corse if I get absolutely no reviews at all, I'll take it that nobody has any interest in my story, and I'll ditch the whole thing. (Even though I've already written the next chapter)
Sayanara. (o_~)
Believe it or not I actually got the idea for this story while I was bored out of my skull in Italian.(I never plan to go to Italy)
*========== If you see any spelling mistakes wipe them from you memory and pretend they never existed ===================*
That all form me for now. (If you hate my stories you've got to love my authors notes)
*********************************************************************
Vegeta watched Bulma tend to Trunks. He had to admire her patience with the child, patience he would never have.
This is what he had to protect. This is what he had to prevent his life tormenter Freeza, from taking away from him. He clenched his fist, if only he could obtain enough power to send that barstead back to the hell in which he came. It wasn't enough that he was a Super Saiyan, Freeza had wished for immorality, and now the only way to kill him, was to reduce him to nothing.
All those years ago when Vegeta had travelled to Namek to wish for immortality. Freeza had gotten there first. There Vegeta had fought on the good side for once in his life, only his help made no difference. Freeza managed to find all the dragonballs and wish himself immortal. When it got to that stage they all knew they had no chance of winning. As Goku distracted Freeza, he, Bulma, Gohan and Krillin managed to make a run for it. Goku died that day.
Since then Vegeta had been waiting, waiting for Freeza to find them. Of course Freeza was taking his bitter sweet time, after all he had all eternity to take revenge.
Vegeta watched as Bulma lay their son down to sleep, the infant was now almost two. He had spent the last year wondering if his son would live to see his second birthday.
Bulma smiled as she watched her son sleep peacefully. She felt strong arms rap around her waist. She turned round to face Vegeta.
She could see warmth in his cold eyes when ever he looked at her, or his son. Bulma had known Vegeta long enough to know even thought he didn't say it, he did love both of them.
He pressed his lips onto hers, she meant more to him than anyone else ever had.
* * *
Vegeta woke as the morning rays shone into his room. He opened his eyes to see Bulma sleeping peacefully next to him as always. He hadn't told her, and he never planed to, about the nightmares he'd been having lately of him waking up without her there. He kissed her on the forehead before he got up to train.
For the past few years he'd been pushing himself to the edge. He had to admire Bulma's fathers brilliance for making the G R. But he always felt that no matter how much he trained, he'd never be strong enough to defeat Freeza. And when that lizard did come to earth, he had no one to help him. Goku, and all Goku's friends but Krillin were dead. And Goku's only son Gohan, was forced to study by Goku's psychopathic wife.
He looked at the controls for the G R, he raised it an extra fifty more than usual. He had push himself harder.
* * *
Bulma woke to the familiar noises of the G R. Deep down inside she wished he wouldn't push himself so hard, but she understood his need to train.
Memories of Namek came flooding back. She held back the tears and got out of bed.
"Oh Goku," she whispered. "If only you were here."
She sometimes asked herself, why did she love the man that forced them to go to Namek in the first place? The man who had killed her friends, and had coursed her so much pain? She didn't even know the answer. But the thing was she looked at that man now and she couldn't even see the same person. His heart had become so much softer.
She looked outside. It was such a nice day she should just go out and enjoy it.
* * *
Vegeta figured out he'd been training for an hour. He knew Bulma should be up by now. He practically knew her daily schedule off by heart.
As he did a series of back flips and turns a blood curdling scream reached his ears. He knew it was Bulma.
* * *
Bulma shook, before her stood the green alien she had seen on Namek. She didn't know his name, all she knew was that he was one of Freeza's henchmen. Behind him stood the small space pod he must have used to travel here.
She slowly backed away till her feet collapsed from under her.
The alien approached. She was too scared to even move.
The green man grabbed her by the shoulders and picked her up. Bulma began to whimper. He took one long whiff of her and smiled.
"Vegeta."
Bulma could fell tears running down her face.
The man knew this was the women he was looking for. He could hurt Vegeta the most with her.
He piled her into his space pod and took off.
Vegeta ran out to where they were, just in time to see the space pod disappear into orbit.
He fell to his knees and pounded the ground. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," he cried. Tears ran down his face, he didn't try to hold them back. For once in his life he could fell his heart breaking.
* * *
Vegeta watched his son as he powered up to Super Saiyan. The eight year old had already mastered what took his father a life time.
For the past six years it had just been himself and Trunks. He no longer lived at Capsule Corp, everything there reminded him of Bulma. So he'd relocated himself and Trunks to an island in the west sea. Every day grew more and more painful for him, not knowing if she was still alive, not knowing what had happened to her. Freeza or any of his henchmen, hadn't come back since they took Bulma away. They most properly planned to let him die of a broken heart. And it was working.
Trunks stared at his father and sighed. He was lost in thought again, a sight that wasn't unusual to him. For as long as he had know his father, he had always acted this way. Acted as if his mind were some where else. Probably thinking of his mother. Of course Trunks could barley remember his mother, when ever he asked his father about her he wouldn't answer. He'd just go into depression for a week. Trunks didn't know what to think, his guess was that she was most probably dead by now, but he couldn't tell his father that.
* * *
Bulma stared at her six year old daughter. She was the exact image of herself , except for her tail. For the past six years Bulma had constantly wondered who the girl's father was. When she had first been taken by Freeza, they had wiped her memory clean of her life, who she was, where she had come from, she only knew her first name. Not knowing these things made Bulma feel empty. Empty and the longing for someone she couldn't even remember.
"Zarbon said he'd teach you how to fight Bra," she said to her daughter.
Bra's face seemed to light up at the word fight.
"Then you could go on missions for Freeza," Bulma added.
Bra frowned.
Bulma narrowed her eyes. "Bra?"
"Don't like Freeza," she replied.
Bulma sighed they always ended up going into this conversation.
"You have no reason not to like Freeza."
"I hate him," she replied.
"Why?"
"Cose he treats us like slaves, and he's a barstead."
Bulma was shocked
"Bra that is not true, where did you get ideas like that?" Bulma also wanted to know where she learnt the word barstead.
"The soldiers," she replied. "One of them said they'd seen you before."
Bulma looked her daughter in the eye. "Now listen to me I don't want you listening to a word that any soldiers say. Is that understood."
Bra nodded her head, it was easier to agree with her mother than disagree.
* * *
Freeza watched Bulma and Bra over the security cameras, he had always had an interest in both of them. He flinched as Bra said she hated him. It could be possible that she could end up just like her father. Freeza knew that with the right persuasion he could make her his little pet. He thought back to one his last little pets, Vegeta. How much damage had he really caused by taking his little whore away. He'd have to pay another visit to the arrogant prince in a few years. He wasn't in a hurry, after all he had eternity.
**************************************************************************** *** So what do you think of my brand new story?
*If you did see any spelling mistakes at all wipe them from your memory*
The next chapter will be up eventually. But of corse if I get absolutely no reviews at all, I'll take it that nobody has any interest in my story, and I'll ditch the whole thing. (Even though I've already written the next chapter)
Sayanara. (o_~)