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Poison
Chapter Seven.
Vegeta's Dream
"Why are you avoiding my question?" Bulma asked Vegeta, referring to her question about him teaching her the old Saiyan language that was talked about before breakfast, from the safety of her kitchen while he trained on the front garden, attracting the eyes of many people passing by.
"Shut up." Vegeta groaned as he did a roundhouse kick. Girls giggled from the road, whispering things like he must be single to talk to her like that. It was easy to see that they weren't family. "You shut up, too." He snarled at the girls, who turned red at the thought of Vegeta hearing them.
"Vegeta, that is no way to speak to young women." Bulma snapped as she walked out of the kitchen to sit on the step by the door. "Have you thought about it yet?"
"There is nothing to think about."
"Please?"
"Would you get to fixing the gravity machine? I can't train here with wondering eyes." Vegeta growled, annoyed at the teenage girls who were literally gawking at him. He walked over to her, much to the disappointment of everyone who was watching and proceeded to walk into the kitchen. Bulma stalked in after him.
"What, Prince Vegeta can't stand a few female teenagers liking the look of you?" she teased.
"I can't train there because it is too easy."
"Why won't you teach me?"
"Because it would be pointless and only royalty can know about it."
"If you had told me that in the first place, I wouldn't have had to ask you over and over again. Why did you want to learn so much about marriages anyway?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you."
"What the hell happened to you? You were happy before, and now you're acting just like you did when you first came here. You're back to your 'strength is the only thing that matters to me' ways and it is not very becoming! Why are you acting like this?"
"Like I said, I don't have to explain myself to you." Vegeta growled and just as he did, the bell at the front door rang. Bulma got up and answered it to see the group of girls that were staring at Vegeta earlier.
"Hey. What's up?" Bulma said in her cheeriest voice.
"Hi, I'm Suzie, and these are my friends, Michelle and Hailey. We're sorry to intrude and whatnot, but we have something to say about the capsules that you make." The first of the three, a blonde, said.
"What happened?"
"Nothing, we just think we know something that could boost up sales." A second blonde said. Bulma laughed.
"We are not putting Vegeta on the capsules."
"Oh, no. We didn't mean that. We think a few patterns and stuff like that might help." The third, a brunette, said. Bulma invited them inside and asked them to sit on the lounge room couch while she was excused for a little while. She went into the kitchen and grabbed four glasses and poured some water into them.
"Since when do you drink more then me?" Vegeta chuckled from behind her, making her drop one of the glasses that shattered into pieces.
The first blonde haired girl came into the room. "Are you okay, Miss Briefs?" she asked and then spotted Vegeta. Bulma giggled at the stare that Vegeta was given.
"I'm fine. Vegeta, this is…" Bulma started but forgot her name.
"I'm Suzie."
"She's going to help me with a capsule problem." Vegeta picked up the remains of what was in the water bottle that Bulma had poured their drinks from and took a sip.
"She doesn't exactly look like a smart one. Maybe as smart as your mother." He snickered before he was hit on the arm as hard as Bulma could.
"Are you two married?" Suzie asked. Bulma cracked up laughing and then realised the murderous look on Vegeta's face.
"No, we're not. And he's single."
"Last time I heard, you and the weakling weren't talking." Vegeta pointed out.
"You are so aggravating! I wish Kitty never created those shots!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta before she and a very reluctant Suzie walked out of the room. Vegeta snickered and drank the last of the water.
Once they were siting back down in the lounge room, Suzie started talking about having patterns and T.V characters on the cover of the capsules, having more people buying them.
"I have a little sister and she will buy anything with Barbie or Hi Five on it." Michelle said.
"And it seems like Suzie would buy anything with Vegeta on it." Hailey laughed, making Suzie go red. "So were those 'shots' that you were talking about drugs?"
"Oh, no. Vegeta doesn't smoke, drink, do drugs or even eat anything fatty. He was poisoned a few weeks ago and couldn't move. My dad's cat knocked over my work and that was it."
"How old is he?" Michelle asked.
"Too old for any of you." Bulma laughed. "He's nearly too old for me."
"Is there anything between you two?" Suzie asked.
"No, he just lives here and eats my food."
"He looks like a great fighter." Michelle said.
"One of the best." Hailey agreed.
"Well, he has been training for most of his life. He comes from one of those families that are dedicated to being strong."
"Wow." Suzie said in awe.
"You really like him, don't you? I guess I should have fixed up the gravity machine."
"That you should have." Vegeta groaned from behind them.
"Hey, 'Geta, what do you think of Suzie?" Bulma asked as she turned to see him.
"Never call me that again."
"Is this another question you're ignoring?"
"How old are you?" Vegeta asked Suzie.
"Seventeen." Suzie smiled.
"She's closer to Kakarot's brat's age."
"His name is Gohan and he's eleven soon."
"I really couldn't care less about him."
"Vegeta! I will not have you talking about my best friends' son like that!" Bulma yelled.
"You're voice is really annoying, especially when you screech."
"Why don't you just train or something like that?"
"I'd love to become a Super Saiyan but you have to fix the gravity chamber."
"Um, I like your ideas, girls, but I can't make any changes until my father comes back from his trip." Bulma said, ushering them out of the house. She quickly turned to Vegeta. "How do you think people will take it if they learn I have an alien living in my house? We aren't supposed to use the word 'Saiyan' in front of guests."
"You are the alien to me. How do you think people will take it if they learn I was living in an alien's house?"
"Really mature." Bulma groaned with a roll of her eyes. "So do you think they'll tell anyone?"
"I'll kill whoever they do."
"Or I can send you on a date with Suzie."
"Don't you even joke about that! I am not going to date some silly little human with a fetish for me. She has lived for seventeen years."
"So does that mean that the mystery woman isn't human?"
"She is. She just isn't as young."
"How old is she?"
"I think in her late twenties."
"So she's a human woman in her late twenties. That narrows it down to a couple million people. Are you ever going to tell her? Does she know you?"
"Well, when the time is right, I will tell her."
"And what if she doesn't like you that way?"
"I wouldn't care."
"What do you mean? You've been in love with her for ages now. How can you just brush things off like that?"
"I do not feel emotions such as love. Just look at what it's done to you."
"Well Goku fell in love and had a son and he's done well."
"Are you comparing me to Kakarot?"
"No, I'm just using him as an example." Bulma said as she put her hands up defensively.
"Good. Do you still want to be Yamcha's mate?" Vegeta asked, but his voice got quieter by the word.
"Who said I did?"
"I'm just asking."
"Why?"
"Can I help it if I'm curious?"
"Fine, I don't know."
"Is that a definite yes or no?"
"Neither. I'm not sure."
"So if he comes back you'd go back to him?"
"What's with the curiosity?"
"When you broke up with him you were very depressed and you were always crying. I just want to know what I have to look out for."
"Okay, yeah I guess. But here we call them boyfriend and girlfriend. When they are married it's called husband and wife."
"Humans are confusing." Vegeta groaned.
"We are not."
"And how do humans prove to each other that they want to be 'boyfriend and girlfriend'?"
"Well, they announce their feelings for each other, which will be hard for you seeing as how you don't possess those feelings."
"What if I were to give her something."
"It depends. It'd be a stupid idea if you were to give her that without her even knowing you though. Do you know her?"
"Yes."
"Does she know you?"
"Yeah."
"That makes it only a few people really. It's Marron, isn't it? Why not? Every guy goes for her." Bulma moaned.
"No! She's as stupid as your mother!" Vegeta chuckled, but then got serious. "No. I wouldn't even consider her a mate even if she was the last female in this universe."
"So what does it take to consider one as your mate?"
"She has to be intelligent, beautiful, skilful and strong. She has to be a great cook and mother…"
"Chi-Chi! You like Chi-Chi. Wow, I'm amazed that Goku didn't kill you on the spot."
"No! You have the wrong idea! That harpy is Kakarot's mate and you know that I hate her."
"It isn't Chi? That is so much better."
"Of course it isn't. I am not insane, but, didn't you say that about liking me?"
"Oh, well, that was so mum and dad wouldn't bring up the subject again."
"Sure." Vegeta grunted scathingly.
"Do you have the armour with the royal crest on it?"
"No, why?"
"I was just wondering. Why do they bite each other's neck?"
"Because it's permanent and in a perfect spot for everyone else to see and know that they're mated."
"Well, if everyone else was allowed to see these marriages then they wouldn't have to."
"Are you insane? You'd let commoners watch you choose your life mate? This is a very special occasion and we do not wish for it to be seen by shamed eyes."
"Do you remember all of the poem?"
"Most of it. Why?"
"I'm just curious to know about you Saiyans, especially you."
"Why not use Kakarot as your guinea pig?"
"He didn't grow up as a Saiyan."
"Kujike sou na toki ha watashi ga iru no yo subu ni tonde ikeru kara itsu datte'." Vegeta groaned quietly.
"What?"
"It's the first line of the poem."
"So it's in Japanese?"
"I don't know. It was just something that my father taught me. He just had to say it to my mother and that's all. He didn't have to understand it. So if it's in Japanese, what does it say?"
"'When it seems like you're going break, I'll be there for you because I'll fly to you right away always'." Bulma giggled. "I never knew Saiyans could be so cute!" Vegeta blushed a deep shade of red and turned in the other direction.
"Whoever made that up should be killed. And Saiyans are anything but cute."
"What's the rest of it?"
"I'm not telling you for my pride's sake."
"Fine. But I want to know sooner or later." Bulma groaned. Vegeta rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
"You better get the gravity machine fixed soon. I am getting bored." He called over his shoulder and started to walk away.
"Go and train with Goku or something. I should have it ready by tonight." She watched as Vegeta opened the door and took off into the sky.
~*~
Vegeta flew off to Goku's as fast as he could. It had been a while since they had sparred and with his new powers from the medication, he was sure that it would be Goku that would have to be tended to.
Yet, that dream made him think twice about actually killing Goku.
~Vegeta's P.O.V~
Blue, everywhere. But then a small bird flew passed. I'm on the ground, looking up. How did I get here? I sit up and look around. I'm at Capsule Corp., yet it's not. The gardens aren't as green as they were and the roof has a large hole in it. Have the androids come already? How long did I sleep?
Whimpering comes from the mansion, so I walk in.
It's Bulma. She's carrying a child in her arms, rocking him back and forward. She also has a photo in her hand.
"Woman? What happened?" I asked, going over to her. She didn't look up at me but just stared at the picture more. The child started to squirm in her arms, bringing her back to reality.
"Shh, Trunks." She whispered and cradled the boy further. Trunks, I think, reached up and took the photograph from her.
"Da." He laughed.
"Yeah, that's Da." She laughed back. "That's your dad."
Dad?
I walked behind her and looked at the picture. It was me? Where the hell did she get a picture of me?
"Where Da?" Trunks asked. Bulma looked at him oddly.
"I wish someone was here to hear you ask your first question." Bulma whispered and brought the child up to her face and cuddled him.
"But I'm here." I whispered behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder but it went straight through. What's going on?
"Where Da?" Trunks asked again.
"You're too young to know about death." She whispered.
"I'm dead? But how can I be here?" I asked. She stood and looked at me.
"You're not here. You're dead. The androids killed you and everyone else. You never even saw your son." She looked back down at Trunks and my gaze followed hers.
"Da!" Trunks yelled and grabbed at me and strangely enough, I was now solid. And we were somewhere else. The androids hadn't gotten to this place yet.
"He wants you to pick him up." Bulma said with a smile on her face. She walked next to me and moved the child into my hands, mindful to show me how to hold him properly. I held a hand behind his head and wrapped an arm around his body to secure him. I looked up at Bulma, who was smiling happily and I noticed that she had been marked. A scar from a bite stained her neck, but it was my mark, I had bonded with her. We had a son together. I was truly happy. Must I leave this place? Bulma's smile shrunk. "This isn't true. You're dead. The androids killed you. You weren't strong enough. You're not like Goku!" She whispered, purely horrified.
"No, I'm here." I said quietly. She reached forward and grabbed the now sleeping Trunks from my arms. "What's wrong?"
"You're not here!" she screamed, waking up Trunks.
And then there was a bright light come from behind her and she fell to the ground. A hole had been blown through her stomach and Trunks' head hit a rock on the way down, ensuring his death, too. I bent down to my family, the family that I had known for barely five minutes and picked them up.
"Bulma! Please, wake up!" I panicked. I knew that they were both dead, but I didn't want to admit it. My head hung low and I cried in Bulma's hair.
A psychotic laugh erupted from where Bulma had been standing. I looked up.
"I thought we killed you." He snickered. A blonde haired girl walked up behind him.
"He wasn't much fun, but look he's crying." I stood up. They had killed my mate and my son. I powered up and attacked them. I was just about to punch the girl before I woke up.
I hated this dream and I know it'll haunt me forever.
I've paused in the middle of the air. I forgot all about going to Kakarot's to spar.
~Normal P.O.V, minutes after Vegeta and Goku's match~
"Vegeta! You idiot! Just because you're strong now doesn't mean that you can beat up on my friends, especially my friends son!" Bulma shrieked at Vegeta once he walked into the kitchen. He saw her hang up the phone angrily.
"I was wanting to fight Kakarot! It wasn't my fault that he was in trouble with his mate." Vegeta snapped back.
"But that didn't give you the right to almost kill Gohan."
"Just get me some food."
"I'm on strike. I'm sick of you doing this to me all the time!"
"What the hell happened to you?" Vegeta asked loudly. "You were really happy this morning."
"Yamcha came by before."
"And?"
"And he asked me out again."
"And? Didn't you tell me that you would be his mate again if he asked?"
"And I told him that I'll think about it."
"Have you thought about it?"
"Not much."
"Do you think that you'll end up as his mate again?"
"Why do you care so much?"
"If you do, you will be making a big mistake. He uses you."
"And why do you care?"
"I have my reasons." Vegeta snapped and walked to the fridge and got a large drink of water.
"And what might they be?" Bulma asked him and followed him. Vegeta's tail snapped around her leg and tripped her. An ear-piercing squeal filled the mansion as Bulma fell. "What was that for?" Vegeta chuckled before leaving. "Vegeta! The least you could do is help me up." Bulma heard Vegeta's chuckle returning. He grabbed her by her waist from behind and pulled her up.
"Want to go flying?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean just flying, anywhere. It's so boring here." Vegeta groaned into her neck. Bulma jumped at the sensation of Vegeta's breath on her neck.
"What's up with you?"
"Don't you like it?"
"So where would we go?"
"I don't know. I'll fly until night. Once we're lost, I'll try to find our way back."
"Sounds nice." Bulma said, surprised with the way that Vegeta was acting. "What about your shots?"
"Just grab one and we'll be off." Vegeta said, letting go of Bulma.
~*~
Major OOCness for Vegeta, but still. The antidote has a small effect on him. It is one of the side effects.
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