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OMG! I'm righting another chapter! I'm alive! This chapter is kind dark, not really, but for me it is. Well kinda, I can get darker if I want too. I have before. -_-; Anyways this is more on Vegeta's past and some background info on the little dragon.
I just got Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust! Much better than the first! *Hugs video box * I'll have to write a VHD fic, after I finish this one of course! And to Jessymama, read farther you'll find out who wished it back and how.
Chapter 29: Voices in my head and a slap on the backside!
Vegeta knew the beast was out there waiting for him. Vegeta's mind was in turmoil. Emotions and memories overloaded his mind as he tried to train. Memories long ago hidden over the years of torture and despair were once again brought to the surface. He remembered all. Childhood memories, memories of love, happiness, laughter, hope, strength…friendship. Even with his father's rough lessons Vegeta no Ouji had, had a wonderful childhood. That was until an ugly white lizard came and took him.
What was dredging up these memories? He searched, touching a strange mind. The Lizard! The lizard had made a link with him! The Frieza's best telepaths could not break through his extensive mental barriers and the damn lizard could! Not that mental links and bonds were new to him. Saiyans were known to be telepathic. It was limited, but even so, they were powerful. But actual full bonds like this was rare with anyone or thing except for one's life-mate.
#I'm definitely not your lifemate!# Vegeta growled both mentally and physically at the 'lizard'.
#Get out of my head! And how in hell did you…#
#As I told you, you had a part in my creation.#
#How? I did not know you existed until a few hours ago!#
#Simple, you supplied an ingredient. A piece of hair, fingernail clipping,etc…#
#I did nothing of the sort!#
#We're you ever at the castle?#
#Yes, when I tracked down that stupid inu and blasted his ass!#
#Well, then some how it made it into the pot in the ingredients. Don't dwell on it.#
#Hmpph! Why am I even arguing with a stupid oversized lizard, I need to train!#
With that Vegeta started to punch the air, taking his irritation on an invisible enemy. His mind started drifting again. He had to get stronger to defeat Kakarott. He would defeat the fool, no matter what. No one could understand why he wanted to kill Kakarott. Not even the onna…
She will understand, he thought as he blasted one of Bulma's chi bots. He didn't need to think about that now. But it angered him, no one had ever understood him. Not even Radditzu or Nappa. Was he that much of an enigma? Was he some type of freak? No, they were just too stupid to understand him. But Bulma, she understood him to a point, then even she drew a blank. But she came the closest to understanding him than any other person.
A longing passed over him. A longing of an unknown origin and feeling. Maybe it was for something he lost in his past or for the emotion humans called love and friendship. He growled, he knew exactly who was bring these emotions to head. He landed by the control panel and turned the machine off. He certainly wasn't going to get any training done with that lizard in his head.
#Dragon!# It corrected in much the same manner a mother would when scolding her child. He ignored it as he glanced over the room. Charred remains of several chi bots lay strewn across the room, scorch marks adorning the walls.
"Too much damn thinking," he growled to himself as he walked out of the GR.
He had been doing that a lot lately, fighting mechanically while thinking everything over. Stress really couldn't be a factor. Ninety percent of his life had been lived in more stressful situations than this. He was positive he could be Lupine and his forces, no doubts at all. Kakarrott was a factor, but very few of his thoughts ever pertained to the brain dead imbecile. Bulma, Nick, and his life before Freeza were always a constant. Even before the…#Dragon!!!#…lizard came onto the seen, dragging out forgotten memories he had been phasing out.
#Fine, call me a lizard and I'll call you a monkey!#
"Do and I'll make a suitcase out of you. I wonder if LIZARD soup is any good."
#Try it! First I'll give you a migraine so bad you'll wish you were dead and then if you succeed I'll give you such a case of indigestion that…#
"Can it! I'm not in the mood." By then he was out the door and came face-to- face with beast, its scales 'fluffed' up, wings up in a defensive manner, eyes blazing.
"Having a bad hair day?" Vegeta chided.
#I don't have hair!#
"What do you have then?" Vegeta asked, seemingly interested.
#Scales.#
"If my memory serves me right, lizards have scales."
#Fine! Monkeys have tails! And the fact that you evolved from monkeys and turn into a giant were-monkey just proves my point!# Flames show out of its nose.
"And the fact that if you don't shut up I'll show you just how powerful that were-form is!" He hated to be called a monkey, Freeza and his men had always taunted him about be a monkey. He was going to kill it if it didn't shut up. Vegeta gave him his most withering glare. He stomped off for his second favorite place in the world, the kitchen, trying to regain control of his temper.
The little dragon followed, staying a little distance back, sensing Vegeta's mood. The little reptile nearly slammed into Vegeta when he suddenly stopped his forward motion. The little beast boldly landed on Vegeta's shoulder and looked to see what the 'monkey' was looking at. Food was piled on every orifice and robots were piling more on top of that. The smell of home cooked meals wafted through the air. He knew from Vegeta's mind that neither the onna nor her mother ever cooked that much food just for his lunch. Something was going on.
Vegeta walked cautiously into the room as if waiting for someone to attack. Mrs. Briefs suddenly appeared out of nowhere, nearly getting blasted by a nervous Vegeta.
"Oh, hello cutie! You're just in time! The guests are arriving! What's that smell? Phewwww! You need to take a bath." She put her arm through his and led him towards the downstairs bathroom.
"Now go on!" She shoved him into the bathroom, giving him a playful slap on the rear. Before he could blast her she was gone. How does she do that?
Vegeta wasn't quite sure if he was more surprised by her bold action or the fact that he didn't hunt her down and blast her.
What's going on! Guests arriving for what! Mwhahahaha! I typed out this chapter before, couldn't find it, had to do it again. Oh well!
OMG! I'm righting another chapter! I'm alive! This chapter is kind dark, not really, but for me it is. Well kinda, I can get darker if I want too. I have before. -_-; Anyways this is more on Vegeta's past and some background info on the little dragon.
I just got Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust! Much better than the first! *Hugs video box * I'll have to write a VHD fic, after I finish this one of course! And to Jessymama, read farther you'll find out who wished it back and how.
Chapter 29: Voices in my head and a slap on the backside!
Vegeta knew the beast was out there waiting for him. Vegeta's mind was in turmoil. Emotions and memories overloaded his mind as he tried to train. Memories long ago hidden over the years of torture and despair were once again brought to the surface. He remembered all. Childhood memories, memories of love, happiness, laughter, hope, strength…friendship. Even with his father's rough lessons Vegeta no Ouji had, had a wonderful childhood. That was until an ugly white lizard came and took him.
What was dredging up these memories? He searched, touching a strange mind. The Lizard! The lizard had made a link with him! The Frieza's best telepaths could not break through his extensive mental barriers and the damn lizard could! Not that mental links and bonds were new to him. Saiyans were known to be telepathic. It was limited, but even so, they were powerful. But actual full bonds like this was rare with anyone or thing except for one's life-mate.
#I'm definitely not your lifemate!# Vegeta growled both mentally and physically at the 'lizard'.
#Get out of my head! And how in hell did you…#
#As I told you, you had a part in my creation.#
#How? I did not know you existed until a few hours ago!#
#Simple, you supplied an ingredient. A piece of hair, fingernail clipping,etc…#
#I did nothing of the sort!#
#We're you ever at the castle?#
#Yes, when I tracked down that stupid inu and blasted his ass!#
#Well, then some how it made it into the pot in the ingredients. Don't dwell on it.#
#Hmpph! Why am I even arguing with a stupid oversized lizard, I need to train!#
With that Vegeta started to punch the air, taking his irritation on an invisible enemy. His mind started drifting again. He had to get stronger to defeat Kakarott. He would defeat the fool, no matter what. No one could understand why he wanted to kill Kakarott. Not even the onna…
She will understand, he thought as he blasted one of Bulma's chi bots. He didn't need to think about that now. But it angered him, no one had ever understood him. Not even Radditzu or Nappa. Was he that much of an enigma? Was he some type of freak? No, they were just too stupid to understand him. But Bulma, she understood him to a point, then even she drew a blank. But she came the closest to understanding him than any other person.
A longing passed over him. A longing of an unknown origin and feeling. Maybe it was for something he lost in his past or for the emotion humans called love and friendship. He growled, he knew exactly who was bring these emotions to head. He landed by the control panel and turned the machine off. He certainly wasn't going to get any training done with that lizard in his head.
#Dragon!# It corrected in much the same manner a mother would when scolding her child. He ignored it as he glanced over the room. Charred remains of several chi bots lay strewn across the room, scorch marks adorning the walls.
"Too much damn thinking," he growled to himself as he walked out of the GR.
He had been doing that a lot lately, fighting mechanically while thinking everything over. Stress really couldn't be a factor. Ninety percent of his life had been lived in more stressful situations than this. He was positive he could be Lupine and his forces, no doubts at all. Kakarrott was a factor, but very few of his thoughts ever pertained to the brain dead imbecile. Bulma, Nick, and his life before Freeza were always a constant. Even before the…#Dragon!!!#…lizard came onto the seen, dragging out forgotten memories he had been phasing out.
#Fine, call me a lizard and I'll call you a monkey!#
"Do and I'll make a suitcase out of you. I wonder if LIZARD soup is any good."
#Try it! First I'll give you a migraine so bad you'll wish you were dead and then if you succeed I'll give you such a case of indigestion that…#
"Can it! I'm not in the mood." By then he was out the door and came face-to- face with beast, its scales 'fluffed' up, wings up in a defensive manner, eyes blazing.
"Having a bad hair day?" Vegeta chided.
#I don't have hair!#
"What do you have then?" Vegeta asked, seemingly interested.
#Scales.#
"If my memory serves me right, lizards have scales."
#Fine! Monkeys have tails! And the fact that you evolved from monkeys and turn into a giant were-monkey just proves my point!# Flames show out of its nose.
"And the fact that if you don't shut up I'll show you just how powerful that were-form is!" He hated to be called a monkey, Freeza and his men had always taunted him about be a monkey. He was going to kill it if it didn't shut up. Vegeta gave him his most withering glare. He stomped off for his second favorite place in the world, the kitchen, trying to regain control of his temper.
The little dragon followed, staying a little distance back, sensing Vegeta's mood. The little reptile nearly slammed into Vegeta when he suddenly stopped his forward motion. The little beast boldly landed on Vegeta's shoulder and looked to see what the 'monkey' was looking at. Food was piled on every orifice and robots were piling more on top of that. The smell of home cooked meals wafted through the air. He knew from Vegeta's mind that neither the onna nor her mother ever cooked that much food just for his lunch. Something was going on.
Vegeta walked cautiously into the room as if waiting for someone to attack. Mrs. Briefs suddenly appeared out of nowhere, nearly getting blasted by a nervous Vegeta.
"Oh, hello cutie! You're just in time! The guests are arriving! What's that smell? Phewwww! You need to take a bath." She put her arm through his and led him towards the downstairs bathroom.
"Now go on!" She shoved him into the bathroom, giving him a playful slap on the rear. Before he could blast her she was gone. How does she do that?
Vegeta wasn't quite sure if he was more surprised by her bold action or the fact that he didn't hunt her down and blast her.
What's going on! Guests arriving for what! Mwhahahaha! I typed out this chapter before, couldn't find it, had to do it again. Oh well!
