Hiya, nice to see you again. I think my little twist has brought the readers back. Big smiles for me; even though Bulma wants to kill me now. He heh he…
::thoughts::
Ch14
It was holding her in its wet slimy grips. She couldn't break free no matter how much she struggled. It was slowly squeezing the life out of her. She screamed and the blackness broke.
Bulma sat up with a jump. She pulled the sheet away from her neck and panted for breath.
::What a nightmare.:: She had been on a ship. It was huge. She wasn't herself though. She wasn't exactly sure who she was. She knew she was going to something important and she was petrified. It turned out to be Freeza's ship. She figured that out when her body walked into a conference room and saw the loser sitting on a thrown in its middle with Zarbon and some ugly pink guy at his sides.
"Welcome, little one, to your new home," Freeza began, " although I regret to inform you that your planet was destroyed by a rogue comet. So there will be no way you can return." Then the evil lizard smirked a hideous smirk, "So enjoy your stay."
Bulma suddenly found herself being squeezed from behind by a huge pair of pink arms. That wouldn't have been that bad if she didn't have a extremely sharp pain shooting up her back. Zarbon was holding something brown and fuzzy very tightly. She realized that it was connected to her. It hurt like Hell. Freeza just laughed at her pain. But she was beginning to get the feeling that she wasn't even a she. Freeza stood up and walked down to where she was being held. His hands suddenly jetted out and wrapped around her neck. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move and she wouldn't scream. That was what Freeza wanted.
Bulma couldn't take it anymore and let out an earsplitting scream and found herself staring at her ceiling fan with her sheet around her neck.
The dream was bad, but the sinker was who she was in it. It didn't take her long to realize she was Vegeta. Bulma didn't know if that actually happened to him or not, but just the possibility made her sick to her stomach. ::wait, I really am nauseous.:: With that she raced off to the bathroom.
The ship called Rouge 8 came with in range of the ship called Capsule three. ::what have we here:: The pilot of Rouge rubbed his chin. It wasn't from any of the near by planets that he knew of. Nor did he know if they were friendly or not. The pilot decided to open communications rather then take defense. He really wasn't in the mood to be in another firefight today.
"Rouge 8 calling Unidentified ship, please report your intentions in this sector," The pilot spoke in intergalactic standard. The communications screen flipped on and a familiar face appeared before the pilot. It sent him back to his peon days with Freeza. He couldn't believe who he was seeing. All reports said the other man had been killed on Namek before its destruction. ::Is it really Vegeta?::
Yamcha had decided to stay at Capsule Corp. after Vegeta left to help Bulma deal with her new issues. She had been incredibly moody and depressed since Vegeta left the other day. It was the latter one that worried him. She didn't want to eat, or even get out of bed.
He walked quietly up the stairs and to her room. He was quite surprised to see she wasn't in bed. He briefly wondered if she came out of the haze she'd surrounded herself in, when he heard heaving from the adjoining bathroom. Yamcha rushed in to the acid stink of vomit. She had her head resting on the toilet seat and her back against the bathtub.
"Bulma, are you okay?" he asked gently walking over her. Tears began to pool out her eyes and she choked out a few sobs. Yamcha gently sat her up wiping the vomit from her chin with a soft washcloth.
She looked bad and smelled worse. He picked her up and carried her towards the hall bathroom. The fumes from the other room were making him sick.
"Yamcha, is my baby girl all right?" Bunny Briefs asked as she saw him walking towards the hall bathroom with his precious bundle.
"She's sick and her bathroom's a mess. I'll clean it up after I get her cleaned up. Then she'll need rest," Yamcha answered the best he could. ::She never got sick for me:: He was really starting to wish he hadn't kissed her. He might have just ruined his love's life with one little kiss.
"You get her in a bath and I'll clean her bathroom," Bunny giggled, "She needs you right now."
::I wish it were that simple::
Vegeta had opened communications in hope that it would be somebody peaceful that wasn't looking for revenge against Freeza. He was surprised beyond belief to see a fellow warrior from Freeza's army, let alone one he was on good terms with.
"Crouton?" Vegeta asked smirking, "Isn't this humorous."
"You're actually alive? How'd that happen?" the off white haired man with maroon skin that piloted Rouge 8 asked.
"Long story, crouton. You have your own ship? What are you a pirate?" Vegeta rebounded with questions of his own.
"Yes, and No. Why don't you come to my home and we'll talk more since we obviously have a lot to answer for," Crouton smiled.
"Your home?" Vegeta raised one eyebrow.
"Ya, on planet Rouge we've raised a colony. You should come see it. All of Freeza's slaves and peons that escaped after his death. It's still under construction but it's a sight for sore eyes," Crouton smiled, "and I want you to meet my wife."
Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maybe there was a place where he could fit in and never be alone, " sure, why not?"
Bulma woke up in a hot bath with a towel draped over her body. She blinked her eyes softly and glanced around the room. ::the hall bathroom?:: She then glanced at the toilet to find her first love, Yamcha, watching her with concern.
"Yamcha? Where am I? Why am I here?" Bulma asked suddenly confused.
"Bulma, you're in the hall bathroom, because yours was in disrepair," Yamcha answered, " Are you feeling any better."
"I don't know what's wrong with me. First the nightmare and then my stomach. I wish Vegeta was here," Bulma mumbled, "but thank you for staying with me."
"You're welcome. I'll stay as long as you like. I'll even wait with you until Vegeta gets back and he'll be back," Yamcha whispered and caressed the side of her face. She sighed.
"Yamcha, why am I wearing a towel in the bath tub?" Bulma suddenly asked.
"Well, I thought you'd appreciate it. I'm not a pervert you know," Yamcha stated and chuckled. Bulma giggled right along with him. The hot water was making her feel a lot better.
After Vegeta reset the ships course to follow Crouton's ship he decided to get back to his training. He needed to prove himself to her. If all else failed he could stay on Rouge, maybe.
He started the gravity and listened as the generator buzzed to life. He could feel the adrenaline start to pump through his veins as he was suddenly pulled to the floor. He pushed himself off the floor with a big heave and started doing his warm up calisthenics. Every muscle pulled and pushed for its maximum power as Vegeta started shadow boxing. He couldn't do much more than that in space. Any normal explosion that he could easily walk away from would be devastating out here in the black nothingness of space.
He'd watched as Freeza would throw his men out into space for kicks. ::Sadistic bastard lizard:: He knew he'd be facing that past soon. It was on Rouge. He wasn't really worried about what other people thought as much as what they might do about it. Vegeta was never very popular. He was an untouchable. His fellow warriors feared him because Freeza so highly favored him. But only a few of them knew what favoring really meant. Crouton knew all too well. He had watched the poor man get beaten until he cried out like a baby.
That was what favoring was. It was being Freeza's personal toy that was alienated from the rest of the warriors. Even your closest friends wouldn't miss the opportunity to blast you. Vegeta reluctantly had Nappa and Raditz by his side the whole time. He never really trusted them, but he knew they would follow his orders as long as he protected them.
There had been a fragile trust between the three warriors and other untouchables like Crouton. Crouton had been an elite on his planet before Freeza annihilated it. Vegeta felt a great sense of commonness with Crouton because of this. Crouton had shared these feelings too.
Species and race didn't matter anymore, it was all about survival. His Sayain pride didn't come back into the picture until Kakarot showed up. That man was simply offensive. So easygoing and yet indestructible. The opposite of himself. So, where Kakarot found the opportunity to have a real challenge, Vegeta found a real need to prove himself. He hadn't proved himself, but rather found his limits. Now he needed to break them and show the earthlings that he could be as strong as Kakarot. Show Freeza that he had only slowed the Sayain prince. Show Bulma that he would be her protector, her lover, and her prince.
Once she was out of the tub and feeling less nauseous, Bulma was taken to the infirmary. Her father suggested having a few tests run to make sure she wasn't coming down with anything serious. She didn't have the strength to object.
She hated the violated feeling she was getting from the poking and prodding of the doctors. ::I've never had problems with doctors before., why now?::
"Anything Doctor," Dr Briefs asked.
"Not anything the physical exam has found. She does have a swollen sore on her neck but it wouldn't cause the kind of symptoms she's described," The Doctor stated, "We'll probably learn something from the blood work."
What's wrong with Bulma?…Does it have anything to do with that sore?…What will Vegeta find on Rouge?…until next time on 'All by Myself'…
What do you think. I appreciate opinions, so don't be shy…
::thoughts::
Ch14
It was holding her in its wet slimy grips. She couldn't break free no matter how much she struggled. It was slowly squeezing the life out of her. She screamed and the blackness broke.
Bulma sat up with a jump. She pulled the sheet away from her neck and panted for breath.
::What a nightmare.:: She had been on a ship. It was huge. She wasn't herself though. She wasn't exactly sure who she was. She knew she was going to something important and she was petrified. It turned out to be Freeza's ship. She figured that out when her body walked into a conference room and saw the loser sitting on a thrown in its middle with Zarbon and some ugly pink guy at his sides.
"Welcome, little one, to your new home," Freeza began, " although I regret to inform you that your planet was destroyed by a rogue comet. So there will be no way you can return." Then the evil lizard smirked a hideous smirk, "So enjoy your stay."
Bulma suddenly found herself being squeezed from behind by a huge pair of pink arms. That wouldn't have been that bad if she didn't have a extremely sharp pain shooting up her back. Zarbon was holding something brown and fuzzy very tightly. She realized that it was connected to her. It hurt like Hell. Freeza just laughed at her pain. But she was beginning to get the feeling that she wasn't even a she. Freeza stood up and walked down to where she was being held. His hands suddenly jetted out and wrapped around her neck. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move and she wouldn't scream. That was what Freeza wanted.
Bulma couldn't take it anymore and let out an earsplitting scream and found herself staring at her ceiling fan with her sheet around her neck.
The dream was bad, but the sinker was who she was in it. It didn't take her long to realize she was Vegeta. Bulma didn't know if that actually happened to him or not, but just the possibility made her sick to her stomach. ::wait, I really am nauseous.:: With that she raced off to the bathroom.
The ship called Rouge 8 came with in range of the ship called Capsule three. ::what have we here:: The pilot of Rouge rubbed his chin. It wasn't from any of the near by planets that he knew of. Nor did he know if they were friendly or not. The pilot decided to open communications rather then take defense. He really wasn't in the mood to be in another firefight today.
"Rouge 8 calling Unidentified ship, please report your intentions in this sector," The pilot spoke in intergalactic standard. The communications screen flipped on and a familiar face appeared before the pilot. It sent him back to his peon days with Freeza. He couldn't believe who he was seeing. All reports said the other man had been killed on Namek before its destruction. ::Is it really Vegeta?::
Yamcha had decided to stay at Capsule Corp. after Vegeta left to help Bulma deal with her new issues. She had been incredibly moody and depressed since Vegeta left the other day. It was the latter one that worried him. She didn't want to eat, or even get out of bed.
He walked quietly up the stairs and to her room. He was quite surprised to see she wasn't in bed. He briefly wondered if she came out of the haze she'd surrounded herself in, when he heard heaving from the adjoining bathroom. Yamcha rushed in to the acid stink of vomit. She had her head resting on the toilet seat and her back against the bathtub.
"Bulma, are you okay?" he asked gently walking over her. Tears began to pool out her eyes and she choked out a few sobs. Yamcha gently sat her up wiping the vomit from her chin with a soft washcloth.
She looked bad and smelled worse. He picked her up and carried her towards the hall bathroom. The fumes from the other room were making him sick.
"Yamcha, is my baby girl all right?" Bunny Briefs asked as she saw him walking towards the hall bathroom with his precious bundle.
"She's sick and her bathroom's a mess. I'll clean it up after I get her cleaned up. Then she'll need rest," Yamcha answered the best he could. ::She never got sick for me:: He was really starting to wish he hadn't kissed her. He might have just ruined his love's life with one little kiss.
"You get her in a bath and I'll clean her bathroom," Bunny giggled, "She needs you right now."
::I wish it were that simple::
Vegeta had opened communications in hope that it would be somebody peaceful that wasn't looking for revenge against Freeza. He was surprised beyond belief to see a fellow warrior from Freeza's army, let alone one he was on good terms with.
"Crouton?" Vegeta asked smirking, "Isn't this humorous."
"You're actually alive? How'd that happen?" the off white haired man with maroon skin that piloted Rouge 8 asked.
"Long story, crouton. You have your own ship? What are you a pirate?" Vegeta rebounded with questions of his own.
"Yes, and No. Why don't you come to my home and we'll talk more since we obviously have a lot to answer for," Crouton smiled.
"Your home?" Vegeta raised one eyebrow.
"Ya, on planet Rouge we've raised a colony. You should come see it. All of Freeza's slaves and peons that escaped after his death. It's still under construction but it's a sight for sore eyes," Crouton smiled, "and I want you to meet my wife."
Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maybe there was a place where he could fit in and never be alone, " sure, why not?"
Bulma woke up in a hot bath with a towel draped over her body. She blinked her eyes softly and glanced around the room. ::the hall bathroom?:: She then glanced at the toilet to find her first love, Yamcha, watching her with concern.
"Yamcha? Where am I? Why am I here?" Bulma asked suddenly confused.
"Bulma, you're in the hall bathroom, because yours was in disrepair," Yamcha answered, " Are you feeling any better."
"I don't know what's wrong with me. First the nightmare and then my stomach. I wish Vegeta was here," Bulma mumbled, "but thank you for staying with me."
"You're welcome. I'll stay as long as you like. I'll even wait with you until Vegeta gets back and he'll be back," Yamcha whispered and caressed the side of her face. She sighed.
"Yamcha, why am I wearing a towel in the bath tub?" Bulma suddenly asked.
"Well, I thought you'd appreciate it. I'm not a pervert you know," Yamcha stated and chuckled. Bulma giggled right along with him. The hot water was making her feel a lot better.
After Vegeta reset the ships course to follow Crouton's ship he decided to get back to his training. He needed to prove himself to her. If all else failed he could stay on Rouge, maybe.
He started the gravity and listened as the generator buzzed to life. He could feel the adrenaline start to pump through his veins as he was suddenly pulled to the floor. He pushed himself off the floor with a big heave and started doing his warm up calisthenics. Every muscle pulled and pushed for its maximum power as Vegeta started shadow boxing. He couldn't do much more than that in space. Any normal explosion that he could easily walk away from would be devastating out here in the black nothingness of space.
He'd watched as Freeza would throw his men out into space for kicks. ::Sadistic bastard lizard:: He knew he'd be facing that past soon. It was on Rouge. He wasn't really worried about what other people thought as much as what they might do about it. Vegeta was never very popular. He was an untouchable. His fellow warriors feared him because Freeza so highly favored him. But only a few of them knew what favoring really meant. Crouton knew all too well. He had watched the poor man get beaten until he cried out like a baby.
That was what favoring was. It was being Freeza's personal toy that was alienated from the rest of the warriors. Even your closest friends wouldn't miss the opportunity to blast you. Vegeta reluctantly had Nappa and Raditz by his side the whole time. He never really trusted them, but he knew they would follow his orders as long as he protected them.
There had been a fragile trust between the three warriors and other untouchables like Crouton. Crouton had been an elite on his planet before Freeza annihilated it. Vegeta felt a great sense of commonness with Crouton because of this. Crouton had shared these feelings too.
Species and race didn't matter anymore, it was all about survival. His Sayain pride didn't come back into the picture until Kakarot showed up. That man was simply offensive. So easygoing and yet indestructible. The opposite of himself. So, where Kakarot found the opportunity to have a real challenge, Vegeta found a real need to prove himself. He hadn't proved himself, but rather found his limits. Now he needed to break them and show the earthlings that he could be as strong as Kakarot. Show Freeza that he had only slowed the Sayain prince. Show Bulma that he would be her protector, her lover, and her prince.
Once she was out of the tub and feeling less nauseous, Bulma was taken to the infirmary. Her father suggested having a few tests run to make sure she wasn't coming down with anything serious. She didn't have the strength to object.
She hated the violated feeling she was getting from the poking and prodding of the doctors. ::I've never had problems with doctors before., why now?::
"Anything Doctor," Dr Briefs asked.
"Not anything the physical exam has found. She does have a swollen sore on her neck but it wouldn't cause the kind of symptoms she's described," The Doctor stated, "We'll probably learn something from the blood work."
What's wrong with Bulma?…Does it have anything to do with that sore?…What will Vegeta find on Rouge?…until next time on 'All by Myself'…
What do you think. I appreciate opinions, so don't be shy…
