Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way, shape, or form

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way, shape, or form. Unless you count my trading cards.

Sorry for the wait. Haven't been feeling well. Happy Easter! I'm putting up two chapters for the Easter Holiday! Joy! Lol. Oh well. Enjoy!

Chapter 9: Ponderings

Goku landed in the front lawn of Capsule Corp. The man he held sprang from his arms and proceeded to kiss the ground. He looked at the man, now fully human, and wondered exactly how he fit in on the situation Bulma and Vegeta were in. He seemed like a perfectly harmless man now. But maybe he was like a Saiyan; his real power was in his other forms.

The man slowly got up and turned to the group, seemingly regaining his composure. He didn't smile, just stood there as if waiting for judgment to be passed. Bulma was the first one to break the silence.

"Let me show you to your room." The man hesitated to follow her, but then rushed up to her once he saw the look on Vegeta's face. Better to go in with her than out here with him.

Vegeta smirked. This scene reminded him of the time after Namek was blown up. Bulma had offered him a place to stay and he had followed her in the same manner as the wolf. He better not try anything funny with my onna. His onna? Where had that come from? He shook his head and gritted his teeth as he followed the retreating pair. Something told him that things were going to change, whether he liked them too or not.

Bulma had shown him where all the daily necessities were stored and where the intercoms were positioned if he needed to call upon her for anything. Man, I should have came here a long time ago. Still the foreboding feeling of doom could not be shaken from him. He knew the council would have already heard of his folly and would now be searching for him. He had no idea what they would do with the innocent bystanders, but it would be a very severe punishment, even unearthly demise, for him. He shuddered at the thought. He had seen some of the punishments for infecting others; the scenes still haunted his worst nightmares. For hundreds of years the council had emphasized discretion and secrecy. What would the new world do if they found out about them, the children of the night? Witch burnings, hangings, vampire and werewolf hunters, all sorts of tortures and horrible acts were committed to rid the world of his kind. And with the newer technology and the progressively more aggressive nature of the human species. Well, yes, he could see their reasons for their strict ruling and severe punishments. *Sigh * He was safe for now. Bang! Well, from the council at least. Vegetable was another problem. He seemed to have something in for Nick, but Nick couldn't figure out what. It didn't seem to be the fact that he bit him. No, Vegetative's whole attitude about that was that it gave him more power and new techniques, so that was good. There was fewer negative vibes when Bulma wasn't around… Hah! Did they have something going on between them? That would explain what was wrong. He was guarding his mate and territory from an imposing male. But Bulma hadn't said anything about them being mates. Wouldn't she have told him? No, she probably didn't know that it could be a dangerous situation. They acted as though they hated each other. Oh Well. He'd have to talk to them about some of the quirks and downfalls of being a werewolf. The sooner they learned the better. Maybe when he was teaching them to transform at different levels he could add in some extra information. He subconsciously wondered what Veggie and Bulma were up too. And what exactly was the little short man's name was.

Weeks had passed and everyday seemed like and eternity to Vegeta. The wolf, he refused to call him by his proper name finding it below himself to do so, bored him with his constant meditating. Bulma, who had taken about everything imaginable to do with anger management, was use to meditating and was taking it quite well. They had learned to go into a man-wolf and the usual pure wolf forms. Vegeta had been working on his Oozaru/wolf forms secretly in the desert (well maybe not so secretly since Kakkorott came to spar). Vegeta continued to glare at the wolf-man standing before him, smirking the whole time. He was making the man sweat and his was avoiding eye contact. Vegeta had been staring down Nick for a while now, subconsciously, but not without his notice. It confused him to no end, sure he liked to intimidate people, but he wanted to rip the little man apart for no comprehensible reason. Almost everyone he wanted to "rip apart" he had a reason for. Kakkorott has surpassed him, Gohan is his son, Krillian is a bald midget and had kept the dragon balls from him on Namek, Piccolo is bigger than him, Tien's third eye unnerved him, Chaotzu looked like a mime (nuf said there J ), Yajirobe was fat, attacked you from behind, and was a coward, ChiChi was loud and annoying; just like his onna, Yamcha always upset his onna. Vegeta growled, there he went again. His onna, why did he keep thinking of her as his? He looked back to where Nick had been. Emphasize the word had, he was no longer there. No matter, Vegeta had to train. There was no way for him to get strong enough to beat Kakkorott if he just stood there doing nothing. He walked off to the Gravity Machine, thinking of how he would one-day defeat that "third-class baka".

Nick let a deep sigh of relief. He didn't know what had caused Vegeta to look away, but he thanked Kami he had. Vegeta looked like he was about to pounce. He had to tell them, which would be the first step in helping them tame their instincts. Bulma would be easier. She was also the weakest of all three of them, he could easily take her down if she got "overexcited". He cocked his head, listening for the telltale signs of where Bulma was. Profanity could be heard from the western side of the compound. There she was. He casually strolled towards the lab. Better let her cool down a bit before he brought this into the light.