Ok, I'm really getting pissed about the lack of reviews. And I've noticed my author's notes are really long so I'll get straight to points: REVIEW. REVIEW. REVIEW. And also, I don't know what happened to Trunks' tail so I made something up. You'll see later.
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Autumn
Flareon0301/Saiyancat
Disclaimer: I only own Kumberelle, her parents, and Lucy, spawns of my sick and twisted imagination.
Vegeta sat, dumbfounded, still staring at the woman in front of him like she was a ghost. This couldn't be the same Kumberelle with the massive power, could it?
She did look like her, every feature was the same. Her hair had the same sheen and length. Her obsidian eyes had the same glare plastered in them and she still had the same shiny, silver earrings in her ears. The only visible changes in her was her height, the feminine features that she developed over time, and the gi that she was wearing. It was black and resembled Vegeta's blue one that he was wearing at the current time (A/N: The same one he wore to the tournament). Her tail wasn't wrapped around her waist as it usually was, but was moving gracefully behind her. She crossed her arms, eagerly awaiting for him to say something else.
"It can't be you," Vegeta said at last. "I thought you perished with our planet."
Kumberelle shook her head, sighed, and said, "I was afraid you'd say that. Did you really think the daughter of the honorable General Zuki could die simply from the pitiful destruction of a planet."
She smirked at her last statement in remembrance of her father's achievements on the battlefield.
Vegeta copied her smirk and said, "I guess I should've known." He stood up to face the woman who still matched his short stature and added, "But how did you manage to survive? Only a select few just happened to be elsewhere when the planet was destroyed."
"Yes," she replied. "I know. You, Radditz, and Nappa were on Frieza's ship and Kakarott had been sent to destroy this pathetic excuse for a planet. I see he has failed. That fool. He's gotten weak."
Vegeta's smirk took over his lips once again. He was beginning to like this girl, er, woman. These two were too alike for they're own good.
"How'd you know?" He asked, curiously.
"I'll get to that later, my prince," Kumberelle said. "But I'm sure you'd like to know how I knew to find you here, how I knew you were still alive, and many other questions. My appearance has to be a surprise to you, it has been awhile."
- Damn- Vegeta thought. - It's like she can read my thoughts.-
- I can.- Kumberelle sent her thought to his mind, scaring him once again.
"What the hell are you?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I'll get to that later too." she replied.
Her tail wrapped around her waist as she let out a long sigh. She had prepared to answer questions, but she really didn't want to. It was so hard to dwell on the past, she'd had some traumatizing events occur during her lifetime, all of which haunt her in her dreams every night. But, if she really wanted Vegeta to agree to her proposition, she'd have to tell him everything.
"The best way for you to know everything that you want to know," she began. "would be for you to read my thoughts."
"Read your-" Vegeta started.
"Put your hand on my shoulder," she said, interrupting him.
He stretched out his arm and obediently put his hand on her shoulder as she closed her eyes.
"Now, concentrate on me."
Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could on Kumberelle. Not long after, his mind was clouded with blurry images that flashed in his mind like a strobe light, making him flinch. A few seconds later, the memory that she wanted him to know became clear.
*A three year old Kumberelle stared in horror as her mother was being slowly slaughtered by Frieza. Her mother, Ruda, was a slave of Frieza's who'd ran away 5 years before with Zuki. She was a third class Saiyan, so her power level was pitiful, that's why King Vegeta wasn't enthusiastic in stopping the fact that Frieza had captured her, thus, Zuki had pretended that Ruda wasn't his mate. Now, Frieza had gotten a hold of Ruda and her family as they were on their way to the Saiyan Marketplace and had pinned them in an abandoned alley.
General Zuki had tried to stop him, but Frieza had knocked him out against the wall, leaving a scared three year old to watch her mother get killed.
"That. Will. Teach. You. To. Dis-o-bey. Me." Frieza said, sending a ki blast her way with every syllable.
"Please," Ruda, pleaded. "Don't hurt my little girl. Kill me if you want, but don't hurt her."
Ruda leaned over and coughed up blood, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her frightened daughter crouched in a corner, sobbing and clutching her tail.
Frieza, in his second transformation, turned and looked at Kumberelle and turned on his scouter to examine her power level. It read 190, a lot for a three year old.
"Hmmm," he said. "She'll make a good slave."
Ruda was about to beg him not to, but was cut off by another ki blast, the last blast he needed to kill her.
Kumberelle was now fuming. She began to rise, her ki crackling like red thunder around her as it began to rise.
Frieza turned away from the limp female at his feet to the little girl now eye to eye with him. His scouter began to beep as her power went up.
"290," he began, as he read his scouter in awe. "340. 460. 580. 700! Impossible!"
Kumberelle started to breath heavily as her demonic side completely took over and her voice was deep as ever as she said, "Obviously it's not impossible, you fag!"
"But, you're a monkey!"
That set her off. She used her mind to levitate him off of the ground and threw him into a wall. The annoying sound of his scouter annoyed her, so she sent a ki blast to destroy it. Then, she sent a barrage of ki blasts at him, so many that they were hard for him to block. With every scream her power rose, making her saiyan blood crave for more pain.
She stopped to examine him. He was still alive, damn!
She scanned the alley for something to end his life with, something that would bring more pleasure into the kill than repeatedly bashing him with ki blasts. She came across a knife.
-How convenient.- she thought, as she picked it up with her telekinesis.
"Oh shit," Frieza said as he saw the devious look in her eye.
She began to jab the knife into his right leg violently.
"That. Will. Teach. You. To. Dis-o-bey. ME!" she said, imitating what he'd said to her mother as he blasted her, emphasizing the "me."
But soon, the power rise was too much for her and she collapsed to the ground, her appearance changing back to normal.
Frieza scurried off like the little bitch that he is, muttering something about crazy monkeys and strange powers.
Zuki, who'd regained consciousness just as his daughter transformed, and King Vegeta, who'd arrived shortly after, stared in awe at the place where Ruda would have been if the last blast hadn't deteriorated her, the little girl who'd avenged her death, and at each other. They both decided that something had to be done about her.
One week later
King Vegeta sat at the head of his round table in his palace, constantly eyeing the little girl that wasn't far from him, not once paying attention to Zuki, who was desperately trying to convince him to not harm Kumberelle. She seemed to be normal now, sitting quietly, ruffling the fur on the end of her tail, and not the demonic creature with an incredible thirst for pain that he'd seen once before. King Vegeta didn't want her to live anymore, whether it was because of paranoia that she'd turn on their race or if it was because a peace agreement might be over before it started, no one knows.
"Stop your senseless rambling!" he commanded, shutting Zuki up immediately. "It's not like a true warrior to grovel."
Zuki put his head down and replied, "I'm sorry, sir."
King Vegeta grunted and said, "I will take pity on you and your daughter. But if this happens again, you will be exiled from the planet. Do you understand?"
Zuki nodded, feeling 100% better than he had when he stepped into the palace.
"I suggest you do something about that power of hers," King Vegeta added. "Or something much more catastrophic might happen."
"Already taken care of, sir."
Zuki motioned for his daughter to come by his side. She came over reluctantly, her head down. Zuki gently lifted up her head and pointed to the shiny, silver earrings in her ears.
"The earrings will serve as a power restrainer," Zuki said. "I had the best scientist on the planet make them for me."
King Vegeta nodded in approval and said, "Now, get out of my presence!"
Zuki quickly scooped up his daughter and was out of the King's presence almost instantly after he spoke. Neither one of them wanted to cross the King anymore than they needed.*
Kumberelle fluttered her eyes open, unable to hold the mental connection she'd shared with Vegeta any longer. Vegeta opened his eyes, took his hand off of her shoulder, and continued to stare at her, the way he had when she first came. It was so much to comprehend at once.
He blinked twice before he spoke, "So, your mother was a slave of Frieza's?"
She nodded in response.
He blinked some more and scratched his head. A million questions ran through his mind, so many that he wasn't sure which to ask. It was like running water in a glass, it can only hold so much until it gets full and overflows. He decided to ask the one that annoyed him the most, although he wasn't sure if she'd know the answer or not. Never hurts to try.
"If my father was so afraid, paranoid, or whatever about your power, then why did he agree on our betrothal?"
"Good question. I'm not sure. Maybe he honestly felt that my power would be restrained forever, but, we both know that's not true."
Vegeta smirked in remembrance of her outburst on Radditz and Nappa. It was an extremely funny sight to him. Then he asked, "What did happen after my father found out what you'd done to those fools?"
Kumberelle sighed and turned around, hiding the tears that were beginning to form, irritating her eyes. Crying was the one thing that she hated to be seen doing, like all Saiyans, especially sense "true warriors aren't supposed to cry."
"I hate to admit it," she said. "But certain memories like this give me foolish emotions and it's difficult to express it in words. I hate those emotions, those HUMAN emotions."
Vegeta put his hand on her shoulder in response, and soon they were back in the land of Kumberelle's memories.
*King Vegeta sat at his throne, angry, while Kumberelle sat at the stairs leading up to it. Vegeta, the prince, leaned against a wall, eagerly awaiting the outcome of Kumberelle's assault on Radditz and Nappa. King Vegeta shot him a glare, telling him instantly to get the hell away and out of earshot, and of course, he did.
Soon, Zuki came running in towards his daughter. He noticed that she didn't have her earrings anymore and he immediately went into a mental panic.
- I can't take this! I can't be banished from the planet! My whole life is here! What could have possessed her to do this?-
"Apparently your restraining device doesn't work as well as you thought," King Vegeta said, anger evident by his tone. "I told you what the penalty was, didn't I?"
"But I had to do something," Kumberelle said. "They were teasing me, and I get so tired of the teasing that-"
"SILENCE," King Vegeta screamed, interrupting her plea and making her cry. "She's a stupid girl. She's not a warrior, warriors do not have emotions except anger. Your daughter is not worthy of my son."
Kumberelle shook the wetness from her tears off of her tail that was wrapped around her waist and began to cry harder.
A devious smirk crossed the King's lips and he said, "I don't think your daughter is worthy of living."
As King Vegeta charged up a ki blast in his hand and shot it, Zuki grabbed his daughter by the arm and threw across the room saving her life. The blast hit him, taking off his right arm.
Kumberelle stared at the arm in horror as it twitched and a puddle of dark red blood began to form from it and the socket that it was once connected to.
Zuki howled in pain and held the socket, blood dripping from between his fingers.
King Vegeta shook his head and said, "Another foolish person in the family. Like father, like daughter. Since you choose to be so foolish, you must pay for it."
He lifted up his hand and charged up another blast, a blinding blue orb capable of his destruction, as Zuki said his last words to his daughter, "I'll be with mommy, don't worry."
The King released the blast and said, "See you in hell."
He closed his eyes waiting for the blast to end his life. It pierced his skin, engulfing his body in blue light, frying his flesh and deteriorating every bone instantaneously, leaving only the twitching limb as a trace that he even existed.
Kumberelle's power began to rise drastically as a couple guards began to escort her out of the palace, kicking and screaming. They threw her into a space pod and punched in a random course, just seconds before she was about to snap.
A few seconds later she calmed down and heard a loud blast that startled her, followed by a vision of Frieza's ship speeding off into the distance. Putting two and two and together, she assumed that Frieza had destroyed the planet, her home planet, the only place she'd ever known. She clutched her tail and cried incessantly, something she was all too familiar with by then.*
Kumberelle fluttered her eyes open, a single tear streaming down her face, followed by Vegeta who once again stared at her for awhile before saying, "What happened after that?"
"I landed on a remote planet, somewhere," She said, wiping the tear away. "And I destroyed it out of anger. Without my earrings it was easy. I did that for quite sometime, until I felt that my anger might get the best of me and kill me one day. So, I made a scientist on another planet make me some more, for my own protection."
Vegeta nodded. "So why did you come here, exactly?"
She was about to reply when Vegeta's blue-haired mate popped her head out of the window.
"Vegeta," Bulma said. "Lunch is ready. Oh, hello. Who's this?"
Vegeta wasn't sure whether or not he should tell her the truth, but in the end decided on at least telling her that she was Saiyan, after all, the tail was a dead giveaway.
"This is Kumberelle, woman," Vegeta replied. "She's an old, Saiyan friend."
Kumberelle slightly cringed at Vegeta's "friend" comment. She glared at Bulma also. She could tell that she was his mate.
-This is going to be harder than I thought- she thought.
Bulma cocked her head to the side. "A female Saiyan?"
Kumberelle became irritated at her tone. "Yes, there are female Saiyans. Did you think all Saiyans are male and they fuck themselves?"
"No," Bulma said, as cheerful as always. "It's just all the Saiyans I've ever seen are guys."
She examined Kumberelle closely. She noticed that they were the same height, had the same scowl, same glare, same gi for crying out loud!
-No wonder they're friends.- She thought.
"Well," Bulma said. "Would you like to stay for lunch? I could always make some more, it might take a while but-"
"Don't waste your time," Kumberelle said. "I'm not planning on being here that long."
Bulma nodded and went back into the house.
Vegeta turned to Kumberelle. "Well, I'm going to eat. Come in if you like."
Vegeta went inside, followed by a pissed Kumberelle. She didn't plan on being here that long and she was getting impatient.
Little Trunks was reaching over to grab some food from Vegeta's plate when he came in. Vegeta smacked his hand away, hard, causing Trunks to rub it and moan a little in pain.
"Touch it again, brat, and that won't be all that's hurting," he said as he sat down.
Kumberelle sat next to him. - Oh great, he's got a kid too. This is going to be looong day.-
Orange Star High School
Videl leaned back in her chair, twirling one of her pig tails, last night playing over and over in her head. She was still in shock that Gohan liked Lucy and even more so that she'd agreed to hook them up.
Gohan and Lucy were as different as day and night. Lucy was conceited and shallow while Gohan was modest. She was stupid and had common sense while he was incredibly smart, but overly naive. She was all wrong for Gohan, he deserved better. He deserved Videl.
She decided to ask Lucy at lunch, which was next period, and not in Algebra, in order to get it over with. She cringed as she thought about them being romantically involved, it was so hard to imagine. But then again, she couldn't picture Gohan being romantic with anyone but her for obvious reasons.
The bell rang, signaling lunch, and she slowly walked over to her locker, where Gohan always met her, putting off her date with "death" as long as possible. She opened up her locker and got out her lunch money as soon as Gohan came strolling over.
"Hey, Videl," Gohan said. "Are you ready?"
She nodded, her face showing that she was in emotional pain. Gohan, surprisingly, picked up on this and became concerned.
"What's the matter, Videl-san?" he asked. "You don't look too good. Did something happen with your dad last night? He got mad 'cause you were out so late, huh?"
"Nothing's wrong," Videl said, her voice dripping with sadness. "I'm fine, really. My dad did get mad, but by now, I've learned to tune him out. I don't let him get to me."
"I think you're lying to me," Gohan said. "You don't sound ok."
"Fuck how I sound!" She snapped. "Did you not just hear what I said?"
He cringed at her tone. "Not so loud, Videl."
"Well maybe now it'll sink in!"
He gave her an innocent look and she melted. It was so hard to stay mad at him.
"I'm sorry, Gohan," she said.
Before they knew it they had they're lunches (Gohan was armed with a capsule full of much, much, MUCH, more food, of course) and they were on their way to the secluded area outside where they ate everyday. They were even separated from Erasa and Sharpner, for they were too annoying for their own good, well Sharpner for that matter.
Of course this routine sparked rumors that they were more than friends, but by now they had learned to ignore it.
As they approached the door, Videl said, "You go on ahead. I'm gonna go get you hooked up." She laid on a thick layer of bull shit, pretending to be enthusiastic about it, and winked at him.
Gohan shuddered as he remembered who he'd told her he liked. - Why did I have to tell her I liked Lucy? Why'd I have to be so stupid? Sure, Lucy's pretty, but she's nothing compared to my Videl-san.-
He laid down on the cool grass and sighed. - I'll never understand this teenage shit.-
Videl made her way through the numerous amounts of kids and over to the table Lucy and her friends sat at, the preppy table. She rolled her eyes at the subject the girls were talking about.
"And I was like, 'Of course I'll go out with you!'" Lucy exclaimed. " 'cause you know he's, like, soooo totally cute."
Her friends smiled and giggled in response, not even noticing that Videl was sitting there.
Addy, a brown-haired prep, spoke up, "Hi, Videl. Do you, like, need something?" She spoke with slight irritation, a side effect of her snobbishness.
"Um, like, no," Videl said imitating her. "I don't, like, need anything that has to do with you."
Addy mumbled something under breath, arousing Videl's curiosity. She leaned across the table, putting her hand behind her ear and asking, "What? What was that, bitch?"
Addy's mouth dropped and she said, "You're the on that's the bitch!"
"Oh, great comeback," Videl said, sarcastically. "I bet it took all your brainpower to think of that one."
Addy smacked Videl in response, earning a left hook from Videl, sending her to the ground, moaning in pain. She ran out of the cafeteria, crying, while the rest of her friends, except Lucy, stared at Videl in shock.
"Anyway," Videl started. "I have question for you, Lucy."
Lucy's head snapped to her left, towards Videl, at the sound of her name. Apparently she hadn't cared that Addy had just been punched by Videl, or either she was in a preppy galaxy, far, far away, because she seemed unaffected by the incident.
"What's that, Videl?" Lucy asked, curious as to what Videl Satan would ever want to ask her.
"Well," Videl began, her tone getting lower. "My friend likes you. You do know Son Gohan, right? From our Algebra class?"
Lucy stared awhile, probably processing the information, and then exclaimed, "SON GOHAN? ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I KNOW HIM! OH MY DENDE! HE'S SO CUTE! HE LIKES ME?"
Videl nodded and then thought, -Although I can't see why.-
"Wow!"
"So would you like to go out with him?"
"Of course! We can make plans in Algebra!"
"Alright, I'll tell him."
Videl smiled as she got up and headed toward the door leading to outside.
"Hey, Videl," Lucy called.
Videl turned around.
"Thanks for, like, playing matchmaker!"
"Yep."
Videl rolled her eyes once she turned around. She went outside and sat next to Gohan who was patting his stomach satisfactorily and grinning the widest grin she'd ever seen.
"I'm full," was all he said.
Videl smiled a little, but that quickly faded when he asked, "So how'd things go with Lucy?"
He tried to sound convincing, like he really liked her, but he failed miserably. If Videl had been in her right mind, she would have noticed, but she was so caught up in her heart slowly breaking that she hadn't noticed.
"Good," she said. "She wants to work out the details in Algebra."
Gohan nodded and tried to lighten the mood. "I saw you punch Addy. Nice one!"
Videl looked up from her plate of cafeteria mystery mush and smiled, forgetting her bleeding heart for a moment. It felt good to smile. Gohan always had a way of making her smile.
He didn't know why, but he was always thankful that she did smile. She had a way of lighting a room with her radiance, one of the main things that made his stomach flutter like it was infested with butterflies.
He felt a sudden urge of uncharacteristic courage as he said his next few statements, "You know, you have a beautiful smile, Videl-san. Why is that I always seem to be the one that gets to see it? That's not fair, now is it?"
Videl blushed at his comment. This was very unlike Gohan, but she wasn't complaining.
Gohan was confused as to what made him say that. -Why couldn't I be this forward last night?-
Once Videl got over her blush, she replied, "Well, I guess you're special, Son Gohan."
Her smile grew and Gohan inwardly turned into a muscular pool of Saiyan Jell-O. Damn those hormones of his.
The bell rang, letting them know that lunch was over. They both hated when lunch ended, it was the only time that they got to enjoy each other's company. Sure they had classes together, but it wasn't the same.
They both sighed as they got up and headed to Algebra. Neither one of them wanted to see Lucy hanging all over Gohan, it hurt too much to see themselves without each other. They just wanted to sit and bask in each other's presence forever, to not be bothered by teachers who teach useless information that no one listens to, or kids who either wanted to go out with them or wanted to be their "friends." But, unfortunately, this isn't Burger King, you can't have it your way.
Back at C.C.
Vegeta finally finished eating and inwardly chuckled at the sight before him. Trunks was still seated at the table, staring at Kumberelle while she was giving him dirty looks in response.
All Trunks could think of was why she had a "furry belt". He felt like Goten as he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him, "Where'd you get the furry belt from?"
Vegeta stifled back his laughter as Kumberelle gave him an intimidating look.
"It's not a belt, brat," Vegeta said. "It's a tail. She's Saiyan and all Saiyans are born with tails. I had one, but it was cut off in battle and you had one too, only yours was removed at birth. Your imprudent mother's doings."
Trunks nodded, his lavender hair moving as he made the gesture. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a pop and went off into the hallway to his room.
Vegeta returned his attention to Kumberelle and asked, "Now, why did you come here, and more importantly, how'd you know to find me here?"
"Well," she began. "It's a long story, so bare with me. You know I have telekinesis, obviously. Well, my telekinesis evolved through the years and I developed some what psychic capabilities as well as mind reading abilities. But, I can control my mind reading, I can read minds when I want to."
"Psychic capabilities?"
"Yes, only it was a unique form. I only saw visions of YOUR future. I saw visions of you under Frieza's rule, of you on Earth with Nappa, of you on Namek, and of you on Earth. However, I didn't have visions for 7 years, so I began to ignore it. But I had one recently, of you training. You are very impressive, my prince."
Vegeta smirked as she continued, "Anyway, it was like we were bonded, connected in a very unique way. I've looked up to you, my prince. Your accomplishments as a fighter never cease to amaze me."
Vegeta was now smiling wide. He really didn't need anymore boosting of his already massive ego.
"Now," Kumberelle said, smiling, her blood boiling at the thought of him excepting her proposal. "To get to the reason I came here. I've found a remote planet and its inhabitants can easily be manipulated. I'd like for you to come with me and rule it, my prince, or should I say, my king."
Bulma had just walked in and heard the last thing that she said and exclaimed, "What?!", after she dropped the laundry basket full of clothes that she was carrying.
Vegeta stared at Kumberelle while Bulma was staring at Vegeta, awaiting for his response, while Kumberelle was glaring at Bulma menacingly.
-This human is going to be a problem.- she thought. -And what do I do to get a rid of a problem.-
She began to crack her knuckles, a smile crossing her lips. -I solve it in the best way possible.-
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End of chapter 4. How'd you like it? This is my longest chapter yet, 14 pages. I really got into this one. I hope this boosts it's popularity a little bit. I think maybe I'll be better at humor fics. I already got an idea on a g/v romance/humor fic. I think I should change the rating to R cuz of this violence, don't ya think? Oh, and I got Addy from a girl I hate at my school and Ruda from a rutabaga. Again, if you'd like to get emailed when there are updates, say so in your review! You better review!!!! Or I'll go nutrageous!
~Remember~
-....- indicates thoughts
~...~ indicates mental communication through a bond
*...* indicates a flashback
(A/N:...) indicates any necessary (or unnecessary) Author's Notes by yours truly
Special Thanks To Reviewers:
Autumn
Flareon0301/Saiyancat
Disclaimer: I only own Kumberelle, her parents, and Lucy, spawns of my sick and twisted imagination.
Vegeta sat, dumbfounded, still staring at the woman in front of him like she was a ghost. This couldn't be the same Kumberelle with the massive power, could it?
She did look like her, every feature was the same. Her hair had the same sheen and length. Her obsidian eyes had the same glare plastered in them and she still had the same shiny, silver earrings in her ears. The only visible changes in her was her height, the feminine features that she developed over time, and the gi that she was wearing. It was black and resembled Vegeta's blue one that he was wearing at the current time (A/N: The same one he wore to the tournament). Her tail wasn't wrapped around her waist as it usually was, but was moving gracefully behind her. She crossed her arms, eagerly awaiting for him to say something else.
"It can't be you," Vegeta said at last. "I thought you perished with our planet."
Kumberelle shook her head, sighed, and said, "I was afraid you'd say that. Did you really think the daughter of the honorable General Zuki could die simply from the pitiful destruction of a planet."
She smirked at her last statement in remembrance of her father's achievements on the battlefield.
Vegeta copied her smirk and said, "I guess I should've known." He stood up to face the woman who still matched his short stature and added, "But how did you manage to survive? Only a select few just happened to be elsewhere when the planet was destroyed."
"Yes," she replied. "I know. You, Radditz, and Nappa were on Frieza's ship and Kakarott had been sent to destroy this pathetic excuse for a planet. I see he has failed. That fool. He's gotten weak."
Vegeta's smirk took over his lips once again. He was beginning to like this girl, er, woman. These two were too alike for they're own good.
"How'd you know?" He asked, curiously.
"I'll get to that later, my prince," Kumberelle said. "But I'm sure you'd like to know how I knew to find you here, how I knew you were still alive, and many other questions. My appearance has to be a surprise to you, it has been awhile."
- Damn- Vegeta thought. - It's like she can read my thoughts.-
- I can.- Kumberelle sent her thought to his mind, scaring him once again.
"What the hell are you?!" Vegeta demanded.
"I'll get to that later too." she replied.
Her tail wrapped around her waist as she let out a long sigh. She had prepared to answer questions, but she really didn't want to. It was so hard to dwell on the past, she'd had some traumatizing events occur during her lifetime, all of which haunt her in her dreams every night. But, if she really wanted Vegeta to agree to her proposition, she'd have to tell him everything.
"The best way for you to know everything that you want to know," she began. "would be for you to read my thoughts."
"Read your-" Vegeta started.
"Put your hand on my shoulder," she said, interrupting him.
He stretched out his arm and obediently put his hand on her shoulder as she closed her eyes.
"Now, concentrate on me."
Vegeta closed his eyes and concentrated as hard as he could on Kumberelle. Not long after, his mind was clouded with blurry images that flashed in his mind like a strobe light, making him flinch. A few seconds later, the memory that she wanted him to know became clear.
*A three year old Kumberelle stared in horror as her mother was being slowly slaughtered by Frieza. Her mother, Ruda, was a slave of Frieza's who'd ran away 5 years before with Zuki. She was a third class Saiyan, so her power level was pitiful, that's why King Vegeta wasn't enthusiastic in stopping the fact that Frieza had captured her, thus, Zuki had pretended that Ruda wasn't his mate. Now, Frieza had gotten a hold of Ruda and her family as they were on their way to the Saiyan Marketplace and had pinned them in an abandoned alley.
General Zuki had tried to stop him, but Frieza had knocked him out against the wall, leaving a scared three year old to watch her mother get killed.
"That. Will. Teach. You. To. Dis-o-bey. Me." Frieza said, sending a ki blast her way with every syllable.
"Please," Ruda, pleaded. "Don't hurt my little girl. Kill me if you want, but don't hurt her."
Ruda leaned over and coughed up blood, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her frightened daughter crouched in a corner, sobbing and clutching her tail.
Frieza, in his second transformation, turned and looked at Kumberelle and turned on his scouter to examine her power level. It read 190, a lot for a three year old.
"Hmmm," he said. "She'll make a good slave."
Ruda was about to beg him not to, but was cut off by another ki blast, the last blast he needed to kill her.
Kumberelle was now fuming. She began to rise, her ki crackling like red thunder around her as it began to rise.
Frieza turned away from the limp female at his feet to the little girl now eye to eye with him. His scouter began to beep as her power went up.
"290," he began, as he read his scouter in awe. "340. 460. 580. 700! Impossible!"
Kumberelle started to breath heavily as her demonic side completely took over and her voice was deep as ever as she said, "Obviously it's not impossible, you fag!"
"But, you're a monkey!"
That set her off. She used her mind to levitate him off of the ground and threw him into a wall. The annoying sound of his scouter annoyed her, so she sent a ki blast to destroy it. Then, she sent a barrage of ki blasts at him, so many that they were hard for him to block. With every scream her power rose, making her saiyan blood crave for more pain.
She stopped to examine him. He was still alive, damn!
She scanned the alley for something to end his life with, something that would bring more pleasure into the kill than repeatedly bashing him with ki blasts. She came across a knife.
-How convenient.- she thought, as she picked it up with her telekinesis.
"Oh shit," Frieza said as he saw the devious look in her eye.
She began to jab the knife into his right leg violently.
"That. Will. Teach. You. To. Dis-o-bey. ME!" she said, imitating what he'd said to her mother as he blasted her, emphasizing the "me."
But soon, the power rise was too much for her and she collapsed to the ground, her appearance changing back to normal.
Frieza scurried off like the little bitch that he is, muttering something about crazy monkeys and strange powers.
Zuki, who'd regained consciousness just as his daughter transformed, and King Vegeta, who'd arrived shortly after, stared in awe at the place where Ruda would have been if the last blast hadn't deteriorated her, the little girl who'd avenged her death, and at each other. They both decided that something had to be done about her.
One week later
King Vegeta sat at the head of his round table in his palace, constantly eyeing the little girl that wasn't far from him, not once paying attention to Zuki, who was desperately trying to convince him to not harm Kumberelle. She seemed to be normal now, sitting quietly, ruffling the fur on the end of her tail, and not the demonic creature with an incredible thirst for pain that he'd seen once before. King Vegeta didn't want her to live anymore, whether it was because of paranoia that she'd turn on their race or if it was because a peace agreement might be over before it started, no one knows.
"Stop your senseless rambling!" he commanded, shutting Zuki up immediately. "It's not like a true warrior to grovel."
Zuki put his head down and replied, "I'm sorry, sir."
King Vegeta grunted and said, "I will take pity on you and your daughter. But if this happens again, you will be exiled from the planet. Do you understand?"
Zuki nodded, feeling 100% better than he had when he stepped into the palace.
"I suggest you do something about that power of hers," King Vegeta added. "Or something much more catastrophic might happen."
"Already taken care of, sir."
Zuki motioned for his daughter to come by his side. She came over reluctantly, her head down. Zuki gently lifted up her head and pointed to the shiny, silver earrings in her ears.
"The earrings will serve as a power restrainer," Zuki said. "I had the best scientist on the planet make them for me."
King Vegeta nodded in approval and said, "Now, get out of my presence!"
Zuki quickly scooped up his daughter and was out of the King's presence almost instantly after he spoke. Neither one of them wanted to cross the King anymore than they needed.*
Kumberelle fluttered her eyes open, unable to hold the mental connection she'd shared with Vegeta any longer. Vegeta opened his eyes, took his hand off of her shoulder, and continued to stare at her, the way he had when she first came. It was so much to comprehend at once.
He blinked twice before he spoke, "So, your mother was a slave of Frieza's?"
She nodded in response.
He blinked some more and scratched his head. A million questions ran through his mind, so many that he wasn't sure which to ask. It was like running water in a glass, it can only hold so much until it gets full and overflows. He decided to ask the one that annoyed him the most, although he wasn't sure if she'd know the answer or not. Never hurts to try.
"If my father was so afraid, paranoid, or whatever about your power, then why did he agree on our betrothal?"
"Good question. I'm not sure. Maybe he honestly felt that my power would be restrained forever, but, we both know that's not true."
Vegeta smirked in remembrance of her outburst on Radditz and Nappa. It was an extremely funny sight to him. Then he asked, "What did happen after my father found out what you'd done to those fools?"
Kumberelle sighed and turned around, hiding the tears that were beginning to form, irritating her eyes. Crying was the one thing that she hated to be seen doing, like all Saiyans, especially sense "true warriors aren't supposed to cry."
"I hate to admit it," she said. "But certain memories like this give me foolish emotions and it's difficult to express it in words. I hate those emotions, those HUMAN emotions."
Vegeta put his hand on her shoulder in response, and soon they were back in the land of Kumberelle's memories.
*King Vegeta sat at his throne, angry, while Kumberelle sat at the stairs leading up to it. Vegeta, the prince, leaned against a wall, eagerly awaiting the outcome of Kumberelle's assault on Radditz and Nappa. King Vegeta shot him a glare, telling him instantly to get the hell away and out of earshot, and of course, he did.
Soon, Zuki came running in towards his daughter. He noticed that she didn't have her earrings anymore and he immediately went into a mental panic.
- I can't take this! I can't be banished from the planet! My whole life is here! What could have possessed her to do this?-
"Apparently your restraining device doesn't work as well as you thought," King Vegeta said, anger evident by his tone. "I told you what the penalty was, didn't I?"
"But I had to do something," Kumberelle said. "They were teasing me, and I get so tired of the teasing that-"
"SILENCE," King Vegeta screamed, interrupting her plea and making her cry. "She's a stupid girl. She's not a warrior, warriors do not have emotions except anger. Your daughter is not worthy of my son."
Kumberelle shook the wetness from her tears off of her tail that was wrapped around her waist and began to cry harder.
A devious smirk crossed the King's lips and he said, "I don't think your daughter is worthy of living."
As King Vegeta charged up a ki blast in his hand and shot it, Zuki grabbed his daughter by the arm and threw across the room saving her life. The blast hit him, taking off his right arm.
Kumberelle stared at the arm in horror as it twitched and a puddle of dark red blood began to form from it and the socket that it was once connected to.
Zuki howled in pain and held the socket, blood dripping from between his fingers.
King Vegeta shook his head and said, "Another foolish person in the family. Like father, like daughter. Since you choose to be so foolish, you must pay for it."
He lifted up his hand and charged up another blast, a blinding blue orb capable of his destruction, as Zuki said his last words to his daughter, "I'll be with mommy, don't worry."
The King released the blast and said, "See you in hell."
He closed his eyes waiting for the blast to end his life. It pierced his skin, engulfing his body in blue light, frying his flesh and deteriorating every bone instantaneously, leaving only the twitching limb as a trace that he even existed.
Kumberelle's power began to rise drastically as a couple guards began to escort her out of the palace, kicking and screaming. They threw her into a space pod and punched in a random course, just seconds before she was about to snap.
A few seconds later she calmed down and heard a loud blast that startled her, followed by a vision of Frieza's ship speeding off into the distance. Putting two and two and together, she assumed that Frieza had destroyed the planet, her home planet, the only place she'd ever known. She clutched her tail and cried incessantly, something she was all too familiar with by then.*
Kumberelle fluttered her eyes open, a single tear streaming down her face, followed by Vegeta who once again stared at her for awhile before saying, "What happened after that?"
"I landed on a remote planet, somewhere," She said, wiping the tear away. "And I destroyed it out of anger. Without my earrings it was easy. I did that for quite sometime, until I felt that my anger might get the best of me and kill me one day. So, I made a scientist on another planet make me some more, for my own protection."
Vegeta nodded. "So why did you come here, exactly?"
She was about to reply when Vegeta's blue-haired mate popped her head out of the window.
"Vegeta," Bulma said. "Lunch is ready. Oh, hello. Who's this?"
Vegeta wasn't sure whether or not he should tell her the truth, but in the end decided on at least telling her that she was Saiyan, after all, the tail was a dead giveaway.
"This is Kumberelle, woman," Vegeta replied. "She's an old, Saiyan friend."
Kumberelle slightly cringed at Vegeta's "friend" comment. She glared at Bulma also. She could tell that she was his mate.
-This is going to be harder than I thought- she thought.
Bulma cocked her head to the side. "A female Saiyan?"
Kumberelle became irritated at her tone. "Yes, there are female Saiyans. Did you think all Saiyans are male and they fuck themselves?"
"No," Bulma said, as cheerful as always. "It's just all the Saiyans I've ever seen are guys."
She examined Kumberelle closely. She noticed that they were the same height, had the same scowl, same glare, same gi for crying out loud!
-No wonder they're friends.- She thought.
"Well," Bulma said. "Would you like to stay for lunch? I could always make some more, it might take a while but-"
"Don't waste your time," Kumberelle said. "I'm not planning on being here that long."
Bulma nodded and went back into the house.
Vegeta turned to Kumberelle. "Well, I'm going to eat. Come in if you like."
Vegeta went inside, followed by a pissed Kumberelle. She didn't plan on being here that long and she was getting impatient.
Little Trunks was reaching over to grab some food from Vegeta's plate when he came in. Vegeta smacked his hand away, hard, causing Trunks to rub it and moan a little in pain.
"Touch it again, brat, and that won't be all that's hurting," he said as he sat down.
Kumberelle sat next to him. - Oh great, he's got a kid too. This is going to be looong day.-
Orange Star High School
Videl leaned back in her chair, twirling one of her pig tails, last night playing over and over in her head. She was still in shock that Gohan liked Lucy and even more so that she'd agreed to hook them up.
Gohan and Lucy were as different as day and night. Lucy was conceited and shallow while Gohan was modest. She was stupid and had common sense while he was incredibly smart, but overly naive. She was all wrong for Gohan, he deserved better. He deserved Videl.
She decided to ask Lucy at lunch, which was next period, and not in Algebra, in order to get it over with. She cringed as she thought about them being romantically involved, it was so hard to imagine. But then again, she couldn't picture Gohan being romantic with anyone but her for obvious reasons.
The bell rang, signaling lunch, and she slowly walked over to her locker, where Gohan always met her, putting off her date with "death" as long as possible. She opened up her locker and got out her lunch money as soon as Gohan came strolling over.
"Hey, Videl," Gohan said. "Are you ready?"
She nodded, her face showing that she was in emotional pain. Gohan, surprisingly, picked up on this and became concerned.
"What's the matter, Videl-san?" he asked. "You don't look too good. Did something happen with your dad last night? He got mad 'cause you were out so late, huh?"
"Nothing's wrong," Videl said, her voice dripping with sadness. "I'm fine, really. My dad did get mad, but by now, I've learned to tune him out. I don't let him get to me."
"I think you're lying to me," Gohan said. "You don't sound ok."
"Fuck how I sound!" She snapped. "Did you not just hear what I said?"
He cringed at her tone. "Not so loud, Videl."
"Well maybe now it'll sink in!"
He gave her an innocent look and she melted. It was so hard to stay mad at him.
"I'm sorry, Gohan," she said.
Before they knew it they had they're lunches (Gohan was armed with a capsule full of much, much, MUCH, more food, of course) and they were on their way to the secluded area outside where they ate everyday. They were even separated from Erasa and Sharpner, for they were too annoying for their own good, well Sharpner for that matter.
Of course this routine sparked rumors that they were more than friends, but by now they had learned to ignore it.
As they approached the door, Videl said, "You go on ahead. I'm gonna go get you hooked up." She laid on a thick layer of bull shit, pretending to be enthusiastic about it, and winked at him.
Gohan shuddered as he remembered who he'd told her he liked. - Why did I have to tell her I liked Lucy? Why'd I have to be so stupid? Sure, Lucy's pretty, but she's nothing compared to my Videl-san.-
He laid down on the cool grass and sighed. - I'll never understand this teenage shit.-
Videl made her way through the numerous amounts of kids and over to the table Lucy and her friends sat at, the preppy table. She rolled her eyes at the subject the girls were talking about.
"And I was like, 'Of course I'll go out with you!'" Lucy exclaimed. " 'cause you know he's, like, soooo totally cute."
Her friends smiled and giggled in response, not even noticing that Videl was sitting there.
Addy, a brown-haired prep, spoke up, "Hi, Videl. Do you, like, need something?" She spoke with slight irritation, a side effect of her snobbishness.
"Um, like, no," Videl said imitating her. "I don't, like, need anything that has to do with you."
Addy mumbled something under breath, arousing Videl's curiosity. She leaned across the table, putting her hand behind her ear and asking, "What? What was that, bitch?"
Addy's mouth dropped and she said, "You're the on that's the bitch!"
"Oh, great comeback," Videl said, sarcastically. "I bet it took all your brainpower to think of that one."
Addy smacked Videl in response, earning a left hook from Videl, sending her to the ground, moaning in pain. She ran out of the cafeteria, crying, while the rest of her friends, except Lucy, stared at Videl in shock.
"Anyway," Videl started. "I have question for you, Lucy."
Lucy's head snapped to her left, towards Videl, at the sound of her name. Apparently she hadn't cared that Addy had just been punched by Videl, or either she was in a preppy galaxy, far, far away, because she seemed unaffected by the incident.
"What's that, Videl?" Lucy asked, curious as to what Videl Satan would ever want to ask her.
"Well," Videl began, her tone getting lower. "My friend likes you. You do know Son Gohan, right? From our Algebra class?"
Lucy stared awhile, probably processing the information, and then exclaimed, "SON GOHAN? ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I KNOW HIM! OH MY DENDE! HE'S SO CUTE! HE LIKES ME?"
Videl nodded and then thought, -Although I can't see why.-
"Wow!"
"So would you like to go out with him?"
"Of course! We can make plans in Algebra!"
"Alright, I'll tell him."
Videl smiled as she got up and headed toward the door leading to outside.
"Hey, Videl," Lucy called.
Videl turned around.
"Thanks for, like, playing matchmaker!"
"Yep."
Videl rolled her eyes once she turned around. She went outside and sat next to Gohan who was patting his stomach satisfactorily and grinning the widest grin she'd ever seen.
"I'm full," was all he said.
Videl smiled a little, but that quickly faded when he asked, "So how'd things go with Lucy?"
He tried to sound convincing, like he really liked her, but he failed miserably. If Videl had been in her right mind, she would have noticed, but she was so caught up in her heart slowly breaking that she hadn't noticed.
"Good," she said. "She wants to work out the details in Algebra."
Gohan nodded and tried to lighten the mood. "I saw you punch Addy. Nice one!"
Videl looked up from her plate of cafeteria mystery mush and smiled, forgetting her bleeding heart for a moment. It felt good to smile. Gohan always had a way of making her smile.
He didn't know why, but he was always thankful that she did smile. She had a way of lighting a room with her radiance, one of the main things that made his stomach flutter like it was infested with butterflies.
He felt a sudden urge of uncharacteristic courage as he said his next few statements, "You know, you have a beautiful smile, Videl-san. Why is that I always seem to be the one that gets to see it? That's not fair, now is it?"
Videl blushed at his comment. This was very unlike Gohan, but she wasn't complaining.
Gohan was confused as to what made him say that. -Why couldn't I be this forward last night?-
Once Videl got over her blush, she replied, "Well, I guess you're special, Son Gohan."
Her smile grew and Gohan inwardly turned into a muscular pool of Saiyan Jell-O. Damn those hormones of his.
The bell rang, letting them know that lunch was over. They both hated when lunch ended, it was the only time that they got to enjoy each other's company. Sure they had classes together, but it wasn't the same.
They both sighed as they got up and headed to Algebra. Neither one of them wanted to see Lucy hanging all over Gohan, it hurt too much to see themselves without each other. They just wanted to sit and bask in each other's presence forever, to not be bothered by teachers who teach useless information that no one listens to, or kids who either wanted to go out with them or wanted to be their "friends." But, unfortunately, this isn't Burger King, you can't have it your way.
Back at C.C.
Vegeta finally finished eating and inwardly chuckled at the sight before him. Trunks was still seated at the table, staring at Kumberelle while she was giving him dirty looks in response.
All Trunks could think of was why she had a "furry belt". He felt like Goten as he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him, "Where'd you get the furry belt from?"
Vegeta stifled back his laughter as Kumberelle gave him an intimidating look.
"It's not a belt, brat," Vegeta said. "It's a tail. She's Saiyan and all Saiyans are born with tails. I had one, but it was cut off in battle and you had one too, only yours was removed at birth. Your imprudent mother's doings."
Trunks nodded, his lavender hair moving as he made the gesture. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed a pop and went off into the hallway to his room.
Vegeta returned his attention to Kumberelle and asked, "Now, why did you come here, and more importantly, how'd you know to find me here?"
"Well," she began. "It's a long story, so bare with me. You know I have telekinesis, obviously. Well, my telekinesis evolved through the years and I developed some what psychic capabilities as well as mind reading abilities. But, I can control my mind reading, I can read minds when I want to."
"Psychic capabilities?"
"Yes, only it was a unique form. I only saw visions of YOUR future. I saw visions of you under Frieza's rule, of you on Earth with Nappa, of you on Namek, and of you on Earth. However, I didn't have visions for 7 years, so I began to ignore it. But I had one recently, of you training. You are very impressive, my prince."
Vegeta smirked as she continued, "Anyway, it was like we were bonded, connected in a very unique way. I've looked up to you, my prince. Your accomplishments as a fighter never cease to amaze me."
Vegeta was now smiling wide. He really didn't need anymore boosting of his already massive ego.
"Now," Kumberelle said, smiling, her blood boiling at the thought of him excepting her proposal. "To get to the reason I came here. I've found a remote planet and its inhabitants can easily be manipulated. I'd like for you to come with me and rule it, my prince, or should I say, my king."
Bulma had just walked in and heard the last thing that she said and exclaimed, "What?!", after she dropped the laundry basket full of clothes that she was carrying.
Vegeta stared at Kumberelle while Bulma was staring at Vegeta, awaiting for his response, while Kumberelle was glaring at Bulma menacingly.
-This human is going to be a problem.- she thought. -And what do I do to get a rid of a problem.-
She began to crack her knuckles, a smile crossing her lips. -I solve it in the best way possible.-
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End of chapter 4. How'd you like it? This is my longest chapter yet, 14 pages. I really got into this one. I hope this boosts it's popularity a little bit. I think maybe I'll be better at humor fics. I already got an idea on a g/v romance/humor fic. I think I should change the rating to R cuz of this violence, don't ya think? Oh, and I got Addy from a girl I hate at my school and Ruda from a rutabaga. Again, if you'd like to get emailed when there are updates, say so in your review! You better review!!!! Or I'll go nutrageous!
