SPIDER-MAN 2: Enter the Red Demon
A fanfiction by Chipolata
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Chapter 3
Vegeta sat at his computer typing. He was on a computer chat with his friend, Peter Parker. Apart from e-mail, this was the only communication between the two friends, as Peter lived in an entirely different time zone.
PeteP032: How r u today, V?
PrinceVB: None of ur business, Pete.
Vegeta kept up his usual cocky attitude, even over the net. He didn't know why. Peter was the only friend Vegeta felt he could be honest with, especially since he was constantly lying to Bulma.
PeteP032: Oh? What about SM?
PrinceVB: The usual: bank robberies, fires, pretty damsels in distress.
PeteP032: Your missus wouldn't like that.
PrinceVB: Thanks to the neurolizer, she doesn't know a thing. Thinks I'm in training the whole time.
Vegeta was still deciding whether he should tell Peter about Dr Evans' attack. After all, if Evans hadn't kidnapped Spider-man, they never would have met.
PeteP032: You should keep an eye out for the Kingpin. Sources tell me he's visiting business partners in Japan.
PrinceVB: Kingpin? Does he go by another name?
Before Vegeta had time to wait for a response, the door bust open and Bulma walked in. Acting with his Saiyan speed, Vegeta typed a quick "BRB" and turned off the monitor.
"Hey, Vegeta. You on the net to your friend from New York again?" Bulma asked.
"So what if I am?" Vegeta snapped.
"You'll have to say goodbye. We have a guest. A business partner. You should be able to get talking, he's from New York too." Bulma told him.
"Oh? Who is he?" Vegeta asked.
"Come and meet him." Bulma said.
Bulma dragged Vegeta out of the study by the wrist. Waiting in the lounge room was a large man. A sharp warning sounded in Vegeta's head as soon as he saw him.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Fisk. This is my husband, Vegeta." Bulma introduced. "Vegeta, this is Mr Wilson Fisk."
"Vegeta, eh? Nice to meet you." Fisk extended his hand.
Vegeta shook Fisk's hand, but said nothing.
"Vegeta has a penpal from New York. Peter, right Vegeta?" Bulma said.
"Yes. Peter Parker." Vegeta said, still being warned of danger.
"Ah yes, I know Mr Parker. He saved my life once." Fisk said. "A fine young photographer for The Daily Bugle."
"Well, what do you know!" Bulma exclaimed. "It's a small world after all! Seeing as you two know each other now, I'll continue with the tour of our facilities. After you, Mr Fisk."
Fisk and Bulma exited.
'Fisk, huh? So why are you so dangerous you'd set off my Spider-sense?' Vegeta thought.
Vegeta returned to his computer and turned the monitor back on. Peter had left the chat room, but his last message was still on the screen.
PeteP032: GTG, Aunt May calls me. But I'll answer your question: he likes to call himself Wilson Fisk.
"Fisk?" Vegeta murmured to himself.
Spider-man (Peter) sat on top of the building looking down at the city of New York. It was one of those rare, peaceful nights when nothing too serious happens. Still, Peter was worried about what the Kingpin was up to. It wasn't often that he went, usually he sent someone else.
"Beautiful view up here." A voice said behind him.
Peter turned. Clinging to the wall behind him was Spider-man.
"Oh, Vegeta! Since when did you decide to visit?" Peter asked.
"I have two pieces of information you really need to know." Vegeta told him. "One, you remember Dr Evans?"
"Yeah, he's the guy who gave you your Spider-powers." Peter said, remembering that night
well...
Spider-man hung trussed up from the rafters in the not-so-abandoned factory. Aimed at him was a large laser-like weapon.
"I'm going to use this laser on you. It was designed to wipe your powers, but I'm modifying it so that your powers will be transferred to the next person you touch! Me! Ha ha ha!" Evans had told him.
But things hadn't gone as planned. Vegeta had been in the area at the same time and had heard Spider-man and Evans.
"There's nothing you can do, whoever you are!" Dr Evans yelled at Vegeta. "It's too late!"
Evans pressed the fire button.
A red glow shot out of the laser and surrounded Spider-man.
"Arrgh! Aahh!" Spider-man yelled.
"Listen, you!" Vegeta yelled at Evans, who turned. "There are two things you need to know. I am Vegeta, Prince of all Saiya-jins!" Vegeta transformed to Super Saiya-jin, "And it's never too late!" Vegeta charged his ki and rushed at the laser.
Vegeta blew up the laser. Evans turned to his back-up plan, and began shooting at Spider-man and Vegeta. Vegeta had to tackle Spider-man to get him out of the way of the bullet. When he did, Spider-man's Spider-powers were transferred to him. But after a while, Peter got his powers back, and from then on the two of them had both been Spider-man.
"What about Evans?" Peter asked.
"He got out of jail, made himself a performance enhancing suit and attacked Bulma. He said he was going after the Kingpin, Spider-man and the Golden Fighter too." Vegeta told him.
"I'm guessing he didn't last long." Peter said.
"Nope."
"So what's this second piece of news?" Peter asked.
"I know where Wilson Fisk is staying." Vegeta said.
"Whoa! That's fast. I only told you about that an hour ago." Peter commented. "Where is he staying?"
"In the bedroom across the hall." Vegeta said.
"What?!? At your place?" Peter exclaimed.
"Yup. His business partner happens to be Bulma. They're negotiating trades, like technologies and stuff. Bulma's happy to be getting another partner from New York since Oscorp fell." Vegeta said.
"This is great! Now you can keep an eye on him and he wont suspect a thing!" Peter said.
"Let's hope he doesn't do anything bad." Vegeta said.
[Months Later]
Fisk's visit ended without incident. He and Bulma came to an agreement and Bulma began working hard to keep her side of the deal. Vegeta was still suspicious of Fisk, but Bulma dismissed his suspicions and quickly changed the subject.
One morning, Bulma sat at the table with her coffee, looking over her research notes.
'Hmm. This is looking very good. All I need is a test subject, then I can get this to Mr Fisk.' Bulma sighed. 'Why did I ever get involved with his enterprises? I'm not sure I can keep this up.'
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" She called.
Gohan walked in.
"Gohan!" She said. "It's good to see you. How's your mother?"
"Oh, she's good. I dropped by to pick up Trunks." Gohan said.
"That's good of you, Gohan, saving me a trip like that." Bulma said, relieved.
"It's no trouble, Bulma. Vegeta told me you were really busy recently. How are you doing?" Gohan asked.
"I'm fine, Gohan. One moment." She turned. "TRUNKS!! GOHAN'S HERE TO PICK
YOU UP!" She yelled.
"Coming!" Trunks called back.
Bulma suddenly got a flash of inspiration.
"Gohan, how was Piccolo last time you saw him?" Bulma asked.
"Huh? Piccolo? He was his usual self, why?" Gohan told her.
"Oh, I was just thinking. Do you think he'd want to drop by and help me with my work? Could you ask him for me?" Bulma asked.
"Uh, I guess. When would you like him over?" Gohan asked.
"Sometime next week, if that's possible." Bulma said.
"Okay. He's coming to dinner tonight, so I'll ask him then." Gohan said.
"Thanks, Gohan."
Trunks ran down the stairs with his bag. He said his goodbyes and left with a thoroughly confused Gohan. Bulma went back to her coffee and her notes.