Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp part 5

Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp
By: Amisha N. Smith
Part 5

Heh, heh, what a twist, huh? Now we have sort of a plot within the plot. Vegeta now has two annoyances to deal with while in Daddy Camp. And one is a lot more dangerous than the other. Which one, you ask? I'll give you a hint: It's the one who's not currently trying to rent a camel to ride over to Vegeta's house and offer gold, frankincense, and myrrh to Trunks. So, what's the deal with Ox, anyway? Ah, who cares. All you guys wanna see is Flanders pay the price for annoying the hell out of Vegeta some more, right? Well, you sick puppies are about to get your wish. Here comes..



Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp
Part 5

"But officer....", pleaded Mr. Rapparound in his office to the detective that paced the floor in front of him. "Don't bother trying to stall me, Mr. Rapparound", the detective said. "If you know where this 'Vegeta' is, I want you to tell me. Right now! Unless you want to be charged with aiding and abetting a felon."

"Oh dear", said Mr. Rapparound. He went to his desk, sat down in his chair, and started wiping his forehead with a hanky. "Officer", he said, "I haven't the slightest clue as to where Mr. Vegeta has gone. Really, I don't know." The detective walked over to Mr. Rapparound's desk and leaned down to face him. "You'd better be telling the truth, Mr. Rapparound", he said. "If you're not, I guarantee I will bust you. Remember; there's always room in the big house for more." That said, the detective walked over to the hat stand to get his hat. Before he left, he turned to face Rapparound one more time. "We'll be watching you, sir", he said. "I hope you're legit, for your sake." After he left the office, Mr. Rapparound breathed a sigh of relief. Vegeta had been trouble the moment he set foot on the grounds of Daddy Camp, and he was almost as happy to see him gone as he was to see the detective disappear. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice sneer from the shadows:

"Well, well. Alone at last." Rapparound looked up to his right to see Vegeta emerging from the shadows. "I thought he'd never leave", said Vegeta. "I've got a few questions I want to ask you, Rapparound." Rapparound watched Vegeta fearfully, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. H knew better than to yell for help, for some survival instinct in his mind told him that if he tried it he'd be much worse off than if he didn't. The dark, confident smirk Vegeta gave him told him that Vegeta knew exactly what he was thinking. "Um, V-Vegeta", Mr. Rapparound said in a trembling voice. "Y-you can give yourself up right now, if you like. The police are probably still on the grounds. It'd be much better for you if you surrendered. I'm sure the police will be kind...."

"Cut the bull-shit", snarled Vegeta. He walked over to where Rapparound was sitting and stood over him threateningly. "I wanna know if you were in on it", he said angrily. "In on what?", Rapparound asked in a terrified voice. "On what Ox did to me", Vegeta growled. "That big ass-jacker used me to rob a bank. I wanna know if you had something to do with it." Rapparound shook his head. "Trying to blame others for what you did wrong is a sure sign of someone who needs help", he said. "I'm sure I can recommend a good lawyer who will defend you if you plead insanity, but only if you turn yourself in now." Vegeta's eye twitched and his lips curled till his teeth were showing. He raised his hand and put it on top of Mr. Rapparound's head.

"What are you doing?", Rapparound asked. "Shut up", Vegeta snapped at him. He had a deep look of concentration on his face. He gathered his power together and, using a technique he had just learned not too long ago, picked Rapparound's mind for information. After five minutes of searching he let go of Rapparound's head. "Hmph", he said. "Looks like you were telling the truth. Lucky you."

"You know I'm telling the truth", Rapparound said angrily. He stood up to face Vegeta, a defiant look on his face. He knew he was taking a serious, life-threatening risk by facing Vegeta this way, but right now he didn't really care. He was just too mad. "How could you do it? How could you put my business in jeopardy by using it as a hideout while you rob banks? Are you insane?"

"Listen, Rapparound...." Vegeta began angrily. "No!", Rapparound snapped at him. "I've had it with your lies! You're not even married, are you? If you were, that at least would be written down in a file, somewhere. The police told me that the FBI had no files on you, whatsoever. They don't even have a social security number on you, Mr. Vegeta. If that's your real name." Vegeta stood before Rapparound with his arms folded. "Are you finished?", he growled. When Mr. Rapparound didn't respond, Vegeta continued. "First of all", he snarled, "the reason I don't have a social security number is because I was not born on Earth. I am a Saiyan warrior prince, born as the heir of the royal Saiyan Dynasty of the planet Vegeta." Vegeta smirked and raised his hand. He started storing up power through his arm. "And in case you have any doubts....", he sneered. He released his energy and it shot up to the ceiling, crashing into the wooden chandelier and bringing it down in a fiery blaze. Mr. Rapparound's face turned white. "Dear God", he whispered. Vegeta waved his hand and the fire suddenly subsided, as if by magic.

"Second of all", Vegeta began again. "Not that it's any of your damn business, but the reason I don't have a 'marriage file' is because a Saiyan 'marriage' is nothing like a human marriage. I've claimed Bulma as my life-long mate. Where I'm from, that's just as good, if not better, as a human coupling." Vegeta folded his arms again. "Satisfied?", he said. "I suppose so", Mr. Rapparound answered. "But there's still one thing I don't understand. You said that Oxford somehow used you to rob the bank. How is that possible?" Vegeta's face became clouded with thought. "I don't know", he said. "He must have been controlling me somehow. Hmm...." Vegeta grabbed Rapparound by his arm. "Come on", he snapped. "We're gonna have a little talk with your 'assistant'."

"We!?", Rapparound said.

"I'm going too?" Vegeta looked down at Rapparound. "Yeah, you're coming", he responded. "It'll keep you from doing something stupid while I'm gone, like calling the police." That said, Vegeta dragged Mr. Rapparound behind him as he left the office and headed towards Ox's cabin.

Bulma stormed off the plane, still full of anger and sadness. She just couldn't believe that Vegeta would do something so incredibly selfish. And after all the trust she'd put in him. She remembered when Goku told her that if she'd simply trust in Vegeta everything would be alright. As she walked towards the baggage claim she couldn't decide who she was angrier at; Goku for spouting such nonsense, or herself for believing it. She got her luggage from the conveyer belt and went outside to find a phone booth. When she found one, she put her money in and dialed home. The phone rang twice before her son picked it up. "Hello, mom?", said Trunks' voice over the phone. "Yes, honey. It's me", Bulma answered. "I'm just calling to let you know I'm in Massachusettes, like I promised. I'm going to find your father now. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

"Okay mom", said Trunks in an unconvinced voice. "Be careful. I love you."

"I love you too", Bulma answered. "Goodbye." Bulma hung up the phone and turned around to hail a cab. She was as unconvinced that things would turn out alright as Trunks was. She hadn't even thought of what she was going to say to Vegeta when she saw him. She knew deep down in her heart that Vegeta loved her and Trunks. So why would he do this?, Bulma thought to herself. Had Frieza messed him up so much that he's totally incapable of being truthful? Even to the ones he loves? Bulma continued to try to hail a cab.

She knew she just had to save Vegeta from himself. Somehow.

Vegeta and Mr. Rapparound had been searching Ox's cabin for nearly thirty minutes now, trying without luck to find some clue as to where Ox had disappeared to. They overturned his bunk, rummaged through his clothes chest, and dumped the contents of his trash can onto the floor. Still nothing. Vegeta was rapidly becoming impatient. Where is that big oaf?, Vegeta thought. Suddenly, just as Vegeta was about ready to explode.... "Hidly-ho, master!", piped Flanders cheerfully as he entered the cabin. "I was looking all over for you! Whatcha doing?" Vegeta turned around, ever so slowly, to face Flanders. His face was contorted with rage, his eyes glew a bright red, and all of his canines were showing. He had beyond had it with this pest. "Hey lord, are ya looking for something?", Flanders asked nervously as he studied Vegeta's face. "Can I help?" Vegeta didn't answer. Instead, he started walking towards Flanders. This was it. He was about to do to Flanders what he should have done the first day they met. But, once again, fate stepped in and saved Flanders' life. "Hey", Mr. Rapparound said as he held up a strange looking remote control he found under a rug. "What do you suppose this does?" He pushed the red button on the center of the remote and the wall on the south side of the cabin suddenly slid aside, revealing a secret entrance! "Oh my", said Rapparound. "I wonder where that leads to?"

"I'll bet it leads to my buddy Ox", Vegeta growled savagely. He grabbed Rapparound by his arm. "Come on. Let's go."

"Hey, master", Flanders called after Vegeta. The Saiyan prince snapped his head around with a snarl. He had nearly forgotten about that fool. "Can I come along?", Flanders begged. "I might be of some use to you." Before Vegeta could answer Flanders by blasting him into another dimension Mr. Rapparound spoke up. "It might be a good idea to bring him, Vegeta", he said. "You don't want him letting it slip out that you're here, do you?" Vegeta growled angrily under his breath. "Come on, you ass-wipe", he snapped at Flanders. "But you gotta be quiet. Understand?"

"Okely-dokely!", Flanders chimed. Vegeta sighed inwardly. Why, oh why, did he let Bulma talk him into coming to Daddy Camp?

Vegeta growled, enraged, as he descended the long stairway in the secret passageway. He hated Flanders. He hated him even more than he hated Ox. Flanders had commented earlier about how dark the stairway was and how it wasn't good for his master's eyes. He then struck a match and, after saying 'Let There Be Light' in a loud voice, held it over Vegeta's head as a mini-torch. Unfortunately he accidentally dropped the match in Vegeta's hair, setting it ablaze. He then commenced to putting out Vegeta's hair-fire by taking off his shoe and beating Vegeta repeatedly over the head with it. The only reason Flanders was still alive after the incident was because it would have been too noisy to kill him then, and Vegeta didn't want to alert Ox to his presence just yet. But I am going to kill you when this is all over, thought Vegeta. And you can be sure that it will be a slow, painful death. The thought of ripping Flanders' intestines out made Vegeta grin. Flanders was wisely silent for the duration of the stairway descent. And Rapparound kept wondering why Flanders kept calling Vegeta names like 'master' and 'lord'. Another five minutes passed before the trio finally reached the end of the stairway and the door that was two steps beyond. Vegeta slowly cracked the door open and peeped inside. He couldn't believe his eyes! There had to be at least a hundred gold bars stacked up against the walls inside the strange room beyond the door. But what was going on past the gold bars on the other side of the room was what really attracted the Saiyan's attention. For that's where Ox stood, facing a gigantic monitor on the wall. The monitor displayed a large head, covered in a black hood. But that didn't interest Vegeta in the slightest. He watched Ox in animalistic hatred, wanting to take Ox apart so badly he could literally taste blood.

"Master Relic", Ox suddenly said to the monitor, "I have completed my mission." "You have successfully secured at least three thousand pounds of the yellow metal we need to fuel our weapon?", asked the hooded man referred to as Relic in a deep, evil voice.

"Yes, master", Ox responded. "I have done as you commanded."

"Good", Relic responded. "Soon we will use our weapon to purge the earth clean of the weak filth that is humanity. We will then re-populate the planet with our own race, saving our people from near-extinction once and for all." Relic nodded at Ox. "You have pleased me, my servant", he said. "You will be rewarded for your loyal service. Prepare the gold for transportation. I will be there soon." Ox bowed to his master before before the monitor cut off, leaving a blank screen. Vegeta saw his chance. He slowly crept up behind Ox.

"Now the day for the salvation of our people is at hand", said Ox to himself. "Humanity will be destroyed, and our world will rise again."

"Don't bet on it, baldy", Vegeta snarled. The Saiyan prince treasured the look on Ox's face when he whirled to face him. "VEGETA!", Ox yelled. "What the hell are you doing here!?"

"I think that's the least of your worries right now, fool", Vegeta replied with a smirk. Rapparound and Flanders wisely decided to stay hiding in the doorway, where it's safe. "Go get him, Lord", Flanders whispered. Rapparound put a finger to his lips and shushed Flanders. The last thing he wanted was for Ox to know he was there. "Before I blast you into the next dimension", Vegeta continued, "I just wanna know one thing. How were you controlling me that night when you used me to steal all of this gold?" Ox smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. "I put this behind your ear while you slept", he said.

"It can control the mind of any victim for a maximum of twenty four hours. I must say, it more than served my needs." Vegeta raised his hand and pointed at the small device. It exploded in Ox's hand, cutting some of his fingers badly. "Shit!", Ox said as he wrung his bleeding hands. "So, it's true. You are a Saiyan. I suspected as much the day we met." Vegeta didn't say anything. He merely stood there, with his arms folded and his head lowered, in his most famous (and most dangerous) pose. "You know", Ox continued, "if you really are a Saiyan, you should join me in my servitude to the mighty Lord Relic. You would be rewarded handsomely if you only declared your life to him." Vegeta still didn't respond. "Well, aren't you going to answer?", Ox asked. Still no answer. "Very well", said Ox. "Then I guess you'll just have to die." Ox stood in a battle ready stance. He started to grunt and veins started popping out of his forehead. Suddenly a white-hot flame of power surrounded Ox, and his eyes started to glow. Vegeta looked at Ox with a smirk. "So", he said. "You're a Saiyan."

"Yeah", Ox said with a grin. "I've been hiding my power level so no other warrior being could detect me. Impressed?"

"Not really", Vegeta responded. He cocked his head to the side in a truly predatorial fashion. "You know, you remind me of a partner I once had. He was a big dumb bald Saiyan, just like you."

"Oh yeah? Well what happened to him?", Ox sneered. The deadly grin Vegeta gave him told him exactly what must have happened to Vegeta's ex-partner. "Oh, I see", Ox responded. "Well you won't find me so easily destroyed." A powerful flame rose from Vegeta's body and his hair began glowing a bright golden color. He had morphed into Super Saiyan mode. "I hope not", he said to Ox. "I've been wanting a challenge for a long time." That said, the two Saiyans emitted a loud battle cry as they rushed towards each other. Both of them knew that one of them would not be walking away from this fight. And both of them were sure it would be the opposing warrior.

Bulma was lost, confused, and full of despair. It had been thirty minutes since the cab dropped her off at Daddy Camp, and since then she had been searching unsuccessfully for any sign of her insane mate or at least the owner of the camp. What she did see, however, was a whole lot of nervous police. Yep, Bulma thought to herself. Vegeta's definitely been here alright. She sat down on a bench to rest her feet a little. "Excuse me, miss", Bulma heard a voice beside her say. She looked up to see a tall man in a trench coat standing beside her. The man pointed to the empty space on the bench beside her. "Is that seat taken?", he asked.

"Oh, no. You can sit if you want", Bulma replied. The man sat down. He then reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a badge. "Please allow me to introduce myself", the man said.

"I'm detective Stahd from MPD." Bulma looked down at her feet. "I see", she said. "You know why I'm here, don't you?", the detective asked her. Bulma nodded. "I went through some of your man friend's things", the cop continued, "and I found your picture in his wallet." He leaned forward to speak to Bulma. "Now if you have any knowledge of where your boyfriend is, it would be wise for you to clue us in." Bulma shook her head sadly. "I have no idea", she replied. "That's why I'm here. I'm trying to find him." "I hope you're telling the truth", the cop warned. "Aiding and abetting him won't do him or you any good...." Suddenly the ground under their feet started to rumble violently. "What the heck is that", Bulma asked. Before the detective could say 'I don't know', dirt and dust flew everywhere as Ox came crashing up through the ground, followed by an angry Saiyan prince. Bulma instantly recognized the latter.

"Vegeta!!", she exclaimed. "What's going on!? What are you doing!?" The detective was instantly on the ball. "Men! Train your guns on that lunatic! Don't fire till I give the word!", he yelled at his subordinates. "NO!!", yelled Bulma, panic stricken. "Please don't shoot him! Let me talk to him!" Suddenly Mr. Rapparound and Flanders ran out of Ox's cabin.

"Don't shoot, officers!", yelled Rapparound, waving his arms at the police.

"Rapparound!", the detective yelled back. "Stay out of the way! This is police business! We're going to bring both of those maniacs down!"

"But you don't understand!", said Rapparound. "This isn't Vegeta's fault!"

"Huh!?", Bulma said.

"How do you figure that?", the detective asked.

"Because Oxford was the one who stole all that gold!", Rapparound replied. "And he tried to pin it all on Vegeta! But Vegeta found out, and now he's trying to stop Oxford!" "Wha!? Are you sure!?", the detective asked. "See for yourself!", answered Flanders. "The gold that Ox stole is in a secret hideaway in Ox's own cabin!" Bulma turned around to watch her sweetheart, a new pride and happiness in her heart. She also had anger in her heart. She was angry at herself. "I'm sorry my dear", Bulma said softly. "I was supposed to put my trust in you, but I just forgot." Tears watered her eyes. "I promise I won't ever forget again", she swore to herself. She then looked up at Ox with all the hatred that was possible for a human being to have. "Now kick his ass for me, Vegeta", she snarled.

Although Vegeta had no idea at the moment that his mate was there, he was definitely not slouching on Bulma's request. Ox put up a valiant fight, but he was just no match for the Prince of the Saiyans, especially now that he was a Super Saiyan. Vegeta was too fast, too strong, and way too mad for Ox to stand a sand grain's worth of a chance against him. None of the punches and kicks Ox tried ever connected. And when he tried to fire his ki at him Vegeta dodged the fireball so fast it didn't even look like he moved. Vegeta's attacks, on the other hand, always met their mark. Every punch, kick, jab, and fireball Vegeta threw at him always connected. And what made matters worse was the way Vegeta seemed not to even care about this fight. At one point, after being dealt a staggering blow by Vegeta, Ox lifted his battered and bloodied face to behold Vegeta laughing evilly and uncontrollably at him. Ox was now scared fit to piss on himself. He knew he was going to die. Suddenly he heard a voice:

"Yeah, Vegeta! Get him! Take him apart!" Ox looked down to see a beautiful young woman with green hair rooting for his enemy. Vegeta saw the woman, too. "Bulma!!", he yelled. "What the hell are you doing here!?" Vegeta's reaction quickly told Ox who the young lady must be. Before Vegeta could do or say anything else Ox quickly dove straight for Bulma, an ugly smile on his bruised face. Vegeta saw who Ox was going for and quickly tried to intercept him.

"NO!!", he yelled. For the first time since this battle began, he was actually afraid. He went as fast as he could, but it was too late. By the time he got to the spot where Bulma was standing, Ox had already scooped his mate up and flown into the air. Ox turned and faced Vegeta. Bulma was struggling to free herself from his arms. "Make one more move towards me and she dies", Ox growled coldly. White-hot rage was now dancing in Vegeta's chest. How dare this son of a bitch threaten Bulma, he thought to himself. HOW DARE HE!! Vegeta's mission of death was now official. At this point there could be no leniency, no mercy, no empathy. Ox was not leaving this planet alive.