Bump on the Head Can Change Things
By: Megami-sama
Chapter: Two
"Woman!" shouted Vegeta. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I demand you stop it this minute!"
Bulma lifted her head up to stare into her lover's face. She placed a pale hand on his check. "Oh, Vegeta…"
Vegeta pulled her hand away. "Kakarot isn't dead! That lying purple hair boy came back to give him medicine for the disease. The androids aren't coming until two more years, not two more days." When his yelling didn't stop the sobbing woman, he finally shouted. "Stop the crying!"
Bulma rubbed her eyes. "Vegeta…"
"Dada!" cried the small baby. Giant tears welled up into his eyes. He didn't really know why he was crying. He just was. His Mama was crying so is seemed like a good idea to cry too. Maybe Dada would start crying! That would be fun.
Vegeta, in fact, was almost in tears. With two of them crying and wailing was aggregating his poor sensitive saiyan ears. He tried to lesson the pain by covering them with his heads. That helped some but not much. Maybe burying his head under the pillows would help. Nope, not at all!
~;@;~
Bulma stayed in bed the whole day. She didn't leave her room for anything. Right after noon, she was glued to her vanity set staring at her reflection. Mostly her eyes were studying the bruises are her neck.
She knew that the Saiyan Prince had enormous power. She also knew that he would never use it against her. But look at her neck! And she could hardly talk with the pain her vocal cords were feeling. Goku told her not to blame the stupid monkey, but how can she not? Honestly! Who could love a man like him? Certainly not her! She was going to marry Yamcha one day, live a Capsule Corporation and reign of the Industry, maybe have a kid or two--normal things. What she wasn't going to do was marry a serial killer--was her supposedly 'future' self even married to the jerk?--and help him repopulate the universe with little bloodthirsty saiyans. Well, okay, Gohan wasn't bloodthirsty and Goku wouldn't hurt a fly unless provoked too. Maybe it was something out in space that makes saiyans act violent, or even their home planet could be the root of their violent nature.
The blue hair woman shook her head. She was getting off topic. Who cares what made the bastard tick! She knew that she wasn't going to find an answer to that. And it wasn't like she care to, either. She laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She doubted that she would get to sleep this night.
Bulma turned her wandering thoughts to her 'future' self. She didn't even want to think that there was any possibility that what Vegeta had said was true. She had always prided herself on her intelligence. A genius like herself would never willingly submit to a villain like Vegeta.
"Okay," she muttered uneasily to herself as an image of a sweaty Vegeta popped into her mind. Vegeta has been feature in several of her more exotic dreams lately, but that didn't mean a thing. Once in a dream, it had been Goku! Who could possibly take those dreams to mean more? She wasn't in love with Goku and she knew there was no way in hell that she was in love with Vegeta. It just wasn't possible.
Bulma threw off her bed covers and walked to her balcony. Maybe the fresh air would clear some of her thinking.
~;@;~
Piccolo checked around him for the Saiyan Prince's ki. It wasn't even close by him. He growled to himself. Vegeta would never miss this meeting. Krillin was here already and Yamcha was still flying in. He searched farther and found Vegeta's ki still at CC. "What is he still doing there? Does he want the androids to find him and attack the people there?"
Krillin glanced warily up at the green Namek. "Who are you talking about?"
"Vegeta," Piccolo spitted out. "He hasn't even left CC yet."
Krillin frowned. "That's not like Vegeta."
~Vegeta!~ Piccolo shouted mentally at the saiyan.
~;@;~
Vegeta sat straight up when he heard his name. He cursed. "That damn Namek! What does he what?"
Bulma stopped crying to glare at her lover. "Don't curse in front of Trunks!"
~Why aren't you here?~
Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he telepathically sent back his reply. ~Where's 'here'? The only meeting we ever had was for the androids.~
~Yes, and we all are here except you! We don't know how long before those androids figure out how to read ki but you better get your ass down here right now! Do you want to get Bulma and your son killed?~
"I don't have a son!" Vegeta shouted out loud and mentally. He banged his fist on the bed for good measure. "I don't care what happens to the woman either!"
A good distance away, Piccolo's eyes narrowed. ~I don't know what's gotten into you, but you better shape up! The androids will be meeting us here in a hour.~
~The woman said it wasn't for two more days which couldn't even be remotely possible. We've still got two full years before they even start terrorizing.~
Piccolo broke the connection and stared at the remaining warriors. "Something is off about Vegeta."
"Maybe the androids got to him," suggested Yamcha.
"Or one to many fights with them," said Tien. "He has been out there fighting them more times than us. Even little Gohan has fought longer than I have. Who knows what kind of mental damage could result in those kinds of battles."
"Maybe," said Piccolo thoughtfully.
Krillin butted into the conversation. "As fascinating as it is to discussed Vegeta's battles, I think we should work out a battle plan. I doubt our plan would work this time. Personally, I think they're starting to figure out our plan. A carefully surprise attack here and there won't cut it this time."
Everyone nodded at this. "Let's work the plans out immediately. We're worry about Vegeta's evolvement later."
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Bulma watched as her lover paced around her room. She held Trunks firmly in her arms. She knew was acting like a ninny, but it was her lover going off to fight--her son's father! She didn't want him to die. She wished that the androids had never come. There was no point in their arrival. They were useless here. If only she had blueprints to those androids…
Bulma squeezed harder as she thought of an idea. "Vegeta! Bring me my pad of paper and pencil. I might know of a way to stop or at lease lessen the androids' powers." Bulma didn't wait for her lover to pass her the requested items; she set Trunks in his father's arms and got them herself. She started to scribble madly on the pad in a matter of minutes.
Vegeta stared wide eye at the now grinning baby boy in his out stretch hands. He held it as far away as he could. Studying the boy, he found he could find both his and the woman's qualities in the baby's face--which, by the way, was totally impossible for he didn't even have a son. He hadn't even sleep with the woman, for Kami's sake! He would have remembered if he did. The woman did have a nice body. Glancing over to the bed, he smirked again. Yes, she did--a really fine body!
Apparently, the woman had climbed into his bed buck naked, and she hasn't covered herself up to write down whatever fool ideal she had thought up. Glancing down at his own nude body, he frowned. There, across his stomach, was a giant cut. It was currently dripping with his blood. He knew earlier that that cut hadn't been there, especially when he had woken up to find the woman in bed with him.
He set the baby down at his feet. At once straightening up, he placed a hand on the bloody wound. Instantly the wound disappeared but the traces of blood still remained on the hand that had touched it.
What the hell was going on?
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Vegeta was training with Kakarot. He was please to find that training for the androids for two more years had made a difference. He was winning this match with the saiyan. Although he knew that when Kakarot jumps into a Super Saiyan, the younger saiyan would have an advantage over him.
The two had been training all day and had only stopped once to eat a large lunch that ChiChi had made for them. When the daylight was waning, Vegeta made a huge error. He should have been paying attention to several smaller ki blasts that had wandered away while he was blocking the larger ones. The small blasts hit a nearby cliff, breaking it in pieces. A huge chunk came towards him. He only had time to put his hands up to cover his face. A nasty edge sliced into his stomach causing him to loose his balance in the air. He made a sizable crater as he landed.
"Vegeta!" shouted Goku who immediately jumped out of his Super Saiyan form to look for his fallen friend. When Goku found him, Vegeta was covered in his own blood. "Are you hurt badly?"
Vegeta weakly sat up. "Fine," he growled.
"Where's this blood coming from?" demanded Goku.
Vegeta glanced down at himself. He felt the sting of the wound but it didn't hurt all that much. But that was a lot of blood. Before he could tell Kakarot he just needed to wash the blood off, he was in the Sons' kitchen.
A startle ChiChi let out a screech as she found the empty kitchen with two new occupants. She dropped the frying pan she had been cleaning. It twirled for several seconds before stopping.
A sleeping Gohan came to a stop at the kitchen's doorway. "What's going on?"
ChiChi placed a hand on her chest. "Don't scare me like that again Son Goku!"
"Sorry, ChiChi! But Vegeta needs to get bandage up."
Son ChiChi, who had been about to scold her husband a little more, glanced down at the Saiyan Prince. "Gohan, get the First Aid Kit." Turning to get an old wash cloth from a dresser and wetting it, she asked the Prince, "How did this happen?"
Vegeta flinch at the first contact of ChiChi's hand. Nobody ever touched him except Bulma. He let Kakarot explained the bloody mess. Gohan soon arrive with the Kit, and he was soon wrapped up. He watched as ChiChi frowned at a healing battle scar the blonde android had given him.
He quickly turned around when he heard Gohan gasped in horror. "Your back… I've never seen so many scars on one place."
"You've got some pretty bad ones yourself in my timeline. The androids aim to kill their opponents."
"Your timeline?"
Vegeta nodded slowly at the boy. "You remember that boy you gave Kakarot his medicine? Kakarot tells me that he's my son from the future timeline--the same future timeline I belong too."
ChiChi finished cleaning up. "He's your son?" she asked in disbelief. "It's a wonder that boy learned any manners!"
Vegeta's eyes turn cold as he stared out the small kitchen window. "Apparently I don't get to live long enough to corrupted him." He stood up quickly. "I think I take my rest now." He walked up to his bedroom in the Sons household.
As he laid there in bed, he couldn't help but think of his Bulma. Was she as lonely and as confused as he was, or did his 'other' self play along and was enjoying his Bulma right now?
Just as he was about to close his eyes for some rest, he realized what day it was--at least in his world. The day he was supposed to fight the androids with the others. This younger 'other' self hadn't had the two extra years of training he had. He'll probably be killed or badly hurt much like the first time he went up against those robot monsters. What would happen to him if this 'other' self died in his timeline? He didn't want to think of the possibilities of what might happen.
M-sama: I'm sorry about how long it took me to update this. I was writing a note asking if anybody wanted to take up this fic because I had a major case of writer's block on it but I decided that before I posted the note, I was going to reread it hoping for new ideas. And lucky for you all, here it is! I typed this whole chapter today. **grins** Yep and it's almost one in the morning and I have school tomorrow--err, today!
Trunks: It's actually the shortest amount of time you ever updated. Updating two fics in a 48 hours time period!
M-sama: **grins** I know! I'm so happy with myself. Anyway, I know this is a lot shorter than the first--which was 10 pages while this is only five including this little note thingy. But, I'm sure you all would want the update now than wait another week or month or so.