Argh! I am sooo sorry I took so long to update but I have Mid-terms and I
know I failed ;; well here is the chapter you have all been waiting for I
hope you enjoy! ^-^
Thanks to:
~Babie Blue & Nightflame
For remaining faithful readers of my work. they are the ones who inspired me ^-^
Now to the story
Symbols:
* . * thoughts
" . " u can figure this one out. if not Dialogue
[ . ] Telepathic Dialogue, which is used on very little occasion
.:::The Saiyan Mafia:::.
#!$^*(!$#@%$^%&^$!$#@%#@%$^%&^%#$@!
Chapter 9: A Short Goodbye
Torres sat comfortably in his flightier jet, the leather grayish seats made swishing sounds below him. The warm yet cool air from the vents blew down on him making the atmosphere comfortable. Just before the plane could take off another man stepped onto the jet, he was about 5'7 in height with black hair that stood up saiyan style and black eyes. He took a seat next to Torres.
"I thought you were going to make it"
With a solemn look on his face the man looked towards Torres
"I'll never give up the chance"
The plane took off and the two men sat unspoken for 5 minutes straight.
"So"
Torres said looking unsure of what he was about to say. He ran his fingers through his brown short hair and scratched his head at the same time.
"Look I want to see Vegeta dead"
"I don't know, he is one of my most valuable people"
"If you don't get rid of him, then he will certainly get rid of you"
"Vegeta wouldn't he is a coward"
"A Saiyan coward yes, but he will kill anyone without second thought"
"You see my friend what I don't understand, what is a Saiyan!?"
"*Ignorant humans* you want to see a glimpse of saiyan strength?"
Torres face went into confusion but by time he could protest the man stood up and began to power up. The plane trembled violently and his aura grew brighter with each second. Torres flew back against the wall closing his eyes and blocking his face from the debris of books destroyed and papers. After a few seconds he suddenly stops and everything was calm again. The secondary pilot ran into the room.
"Is everything okay sir?"
"Yea, yea, go back to doing your job and mind your damn business"
The pilot left back into the cockpit and they returned to there seats.
"So, now you see the power of the saiyans? And there's much more where that came from"
"I see a great future in stored for us Gigito."
Gigito looked out the window of the plane and said nothing after that.
*You will not get away this time Vegeta, you will not get away*
**~*~**~*~**~*~**
The gun pressed hard against his head, Bulmas hands quivered in fear and tears ran down her face as she pulled the trigger to shoot, she suddenly stopped herself.
"What the hell am I doing?"
She slowly began to lower her hands and went into a daze. In her mind time stopped itself and she was scared and didn't know what to do. Vegeta quickly noticed her state and took advantage. Snatching the gun out of her hand, he pushed her back against that couch and pressing his body against hers.
"What the hell where you thinking women?! Were you out of your fucking mind?!"
Tears flowed down her face and she looked away. Vegeta stood up and broke the gun into two pieces with his bare hands. He threw it on the floor and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Bulma continued to lay on the couch crying silently to herself
*what have I done?*
**~*~**~*~**~*~**
Vegeta turned on the shower and began to undress. Taking off his shirt revealed a nasty scar that started from his shoulder to his lower back. He could see the scar from the broken mirror that was behind him
* * * *
Vegeta ran down the hallways of the shaking fortress which he called home. The sounds of loud blast hits the ground as people screamed and pieces of the walls cracked and fell.
"What the hell is going on?"
He ran franticly toward the thrown room where his father was mostly at, to find out what was going on. Vegeta had arrived only to see his father being attack by 7 people at once, without words he attacked. The attacker quickly disappeared within seconds as his rage increased. Anger flowed though his veins as he looked at the conditions of his father, a Saiyan, the King of all Saiyans, coughing up tons of blood.
"What the hell is going on?"
"There forces are attacking"
"Who's forces???"
Vegeta then gasped loudly as he tried to seep air back into himself. He felt a slicing sensation and the feeling of ooze come down his back. Vegita stood firmly up as his son hit the floor, to see his rival standing in front of him. King Vegita fills with fury he pounds the face of his opponent until his skull caves in. blood drips of his fist and he walks back and helps his son to his feet.
"Get up"
Vegeta stood up and looks at his father his long velvet cape sweeps though the air as he turned away and gestured for Vegeta to follow. He followed all the way to the transfer hangar. Vegeta looked at his father puzzled, as his father started back with a crucial and insightful look. They stood next to a transport ship and all was silent for a second before another blast hit. King Vegita then pushed his son into the small ship and closed the air tight door.
"Continue on the race, don't let it die"
Vegeta banged franticly door and screamed.
"What the fuck, let me outta here old man! Now!"
"Continue on the race, don't let it die"
Those where the last words he heard his father say as he turned and rip the cape of his back. Vegeta's ship blasted off and from space he could see his entire planet. He scream vulgar words and banged the door with bother of his fist, looking at the invading ship get closer to his planet, suddenly his jaw dropped his eyes widen and the reflection of light grew on his face. His home had been destroyed.
* * * *
Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he grunting and continued to undress and get into the shower.
*why do I put up with this shit?! I don't know who they think they are but they all have another thing coming to them*
The water pours down his face and he closed his eyes.
*this will be the beginning of everything*
30 minutes later Vegeta stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He heard nothing but silence in the apartment and began to search around for bulma.
"Where the hell did this woman go?"
Walking to the back of his room he spotted a note on the top of the pillow.
Vegeta,
Goodbye, and thank you for everything
~Bulma
He crumpled the paper in his hands and began to walk to the closet to get dressed and pack his clothes.
*All that work, and she leaves me. I'll find her again. I won't let her slip away*
#!$^*(!$#@%$^%&^$!$#@%#@%$^%&^%#$@!
A/N: SO? What did you think? Good or no? let me know R&R
~Bellaluna
Thanks to:
~Babie Blue & Nightflame
For remaining faithful readers of my work. they are the ones who inspired me ^-^
Now to the story
Symbols:
* . * thoughts
" . " u can figure this one out. if not Dialogue
[ . ] Telepathic Dialogue, which is used on very little occasion
.:::The Saiyan Mafia:::.
#!$^*(!$#@%$^%&^$!$#@%#@%$^%&^%#$@!
Chapter 9: A Short Goodbye
Torres sat comfortably in his flightier jet, the leather grayish seats made swishing sounds below him. The warm yet cool air from the vents blew down on him making the atmosphere comfortable. Just before the plane could take off another man stepped onto the jet, he was about 5'7 in height with black hair that stood up saiyan style and black eyes. He took a seat next to Torres.
"I thought you were going to make it"
With a solemn look on his face the man looked towards Torres
"I'll never give up the chance"
The plane took off and the two men sat unspoken for 5 minutes straight.
"So"
Torres said looking unsure of what he was about to say. He ran his fingers through his brown short hair and scratched his head at the same time.
"Look I want to see Vegeta dead"
"I don't know, he is one of my most valuable people"
"If you don't get rid of him, then he will certainly get rid of you"
"Vegeta wouldn't he is a coward"
"A Saiyan coward yes, but he will kill anyone without second thought"
"You see my friend what I don't understand, what is a Saiyan!?"
"*Ignorant humans* you want to see a glimpse of saiyan strength?"
Torres face went into confusion but by time he could protest the man stood up and began to power up. The plane trembled violently and his aura grew brighter with each second. Torres flew back against the wall closing his eyes and blocking his face from the debris of books destroyed and papers. After a few seconds he suddenly stops and everything was calm again. The secondary pilot ran into the room.
"Is everything okay sir?"
"Yea, yea, go back to doing your job and mind your damn business"
The pilot left back into the cockpit and they returned to there seats.
"So, now you see the power of the saiyans? And there's much more where that came from"
"I see a great future in stored for us Gigito."
Gigito looked out the window of the plane and said nothing after that.
*You will not get away this time Vegeta, you will not get away*
**~*~**~*~**~*~**
The gun pressed hard against his head, Bulmas hands quivered in fear and tears ran down her face as she pulled the trigger to shoot, she suddenly stopped herself.
"What the hell am I doing?"
She slowly began to lower her hands and went into a daze. In her mind time stopped itself and she was scared and didn't know what to do. Vegeta quickly noticed her state and took advantage. Snatching the gun out of her hand, he pushed her back against that couch and pressing his body against hers.
"What the hell where you thinking women?! Were you out of your fucking mind?!"
Tears flowed down her face and she looked away. Vegeta stood up and broke the gun into two pieces with his bare hands. He threw it on the floor and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Bulma continued to lay on the couch crying silently to herself
*what have I done?*
**~*~**~*~**~*~**
Vegeta turned on the shower and began to undress. Taking off his shirt revealed a nasty scar that started from his shoulder to his lower back. He could see the scar from the broken mirror that was behind him
* * * *
Vegeta ran down the hallways of the shaking fortress which he called home. The sounds of loud blast hits the ground as people screamed and pieces of the walls cracked and fell.
"What the hell is going on?"
He ran franticly toward the thrown room where his father was mostly at, to find out what was going on. Vegeta had arrived only to see his father being attack by 7 people at once, without words he attacked. The attacker quickly disappeared within seconds as his rage increased. Anger flowed though his veins as he looked at the conditions of his father, a Saiyan, the King of all Saiyans, coughing up tons of blood.
"What the hell is going on?"
"There forces are attacking"
"Who's forces???"
Vegeta then gasped loudly as he tried to seep air back into himself. He felt a slicing sensation and the feeling of ooze come down his back. Vegita stood firmly up as his son hit the floor, to see his rival standing in front of him. King Vegita fills with fury he pounds the face of his opponent until his skull caves in. blood drips of his fist and he walks back and helps his son to his feet.
"Get up"
Vegeta stood up and looks at his father his long velvet cape sweeps though the air as he turned away and gestured for Vegeta to follow. He followed all the way to the transfer hangar. Vegeta looked at his father puzzled, as his father started back with a crucial and insightful look. They stood next to a transport ship and all was silent for a second before another blast hit. King Vegita then pushed his son into the small ship and closed the air tight door.
"Continue on the race, don't let it die"
Vegeta banged franticly door and screamed.
"What the fuck, let me outta here old man! Now!"
"Continue on the race, don't let it die"
Those where the last words he heard his father say as he turned and rip the cape of his back. Vegeta's ship blasted off and from space he could see his entire planet. He scream vulgar words and banged the door with bother of his fist, looking at the invading ship get closer to his planet, suddenly his jaw dropped his eyes widen and the reflection of light grew on his face. His home had been destroyed.
* * * *
Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he grunting and continued to undress and get into the shower.
*why do I put up with this shit?! I don't know who they think they are but they all have another thing coming to them*
The water pours down his face and he closed his eyes.
*this will be the beginning of everything*
30 minutes later Vegeta stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He heard nothing but silence in the apartment and began to search around for bulma.
"Where the hell did this woman go?"
Walking to the back of his room he spotted a note on the top of the pillow.
Vegeta,
Goodbye, and thank you for everything
~Bulma
He crumpled the paper in his hands and began to walk to the closet to get dressed and pack his clothes.
*All that work, and she leaves me. I'll find her again. I won't let her slip away*
#!$^*(!$#@%$^%&^$!$#@%#@%$^%&^%#$@!
A/N: SO? What did you think? Good or no? let me know R&R
~Bellaluna
