Chapter the twenty-sixth (Whew is this story getting long!!)
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"Here, Vegeta. Take a senzu bean." Krillin said drearily as he reached into the bag and handed Vegeta one of the little beans. Vegeta swiped it away from Krillin and chewed it, then was able to stand up again and watch his son fight. His son was getting the Hell beaten out of him. *Maybe I should help him . . . I may have hated him as a baby, but he's saved my life more than once.* He thought. His mind flashed back to when Cell had been sucking his energy through his tail, and Trunks had stepped in to save his life. Trunks. And his battle with Android #18, Trunks had stepped in too and saved his life. And now this. Trunks was like a guardian angel, and what did Vegeta give Trunks in return for saving his life so many times?
A couple of insults and punches in the stomach.
*Trunks has always been there for me . . . I should have realized it. That little baby that I despise so much is actually someone great, someone who really cares about me and would risk his own life to save mine when I don't deserve it.* He thought. *Well now it's Papa's turn to be the hero. I'm not going to let Trunks get hurt; NEVER*
Everyone's eyes flew to Vegeta as he powered up into a Super Saiyan. Dirt and rocks pummeled the others, and Cell and Trunks were thrown back a bit from the furious energy Vegeta held in his palms. "You will NOT claim another victim Cell!" Vegeta yelled. His fear of Cell was suddenly diminished to nothing, as if it hadn't even existed at all. His hatred for both his future son and baby son was forgotten. And the next punch that Cell threw into Trunks's stomach tipped Vegeta's fury over the edge. He screamed out like a child throwing a tantrum. (A\N: Guys, I'd really like it if you'd read this fight. It's very touching. Thank you! ^_^ )
"YOU BASTARD!!" Vegeta screamed, and launched himself towards Cell. The look of surprise on Cell's face was quite clear as it turned from that very fear into a flaming scream of agony. Vegeta's fist crunched into Cell's jawbone and caused him to stop his attack on Trunks. With a kick of Vegeta's foot Cell was flying into the air. All Trunks and the others could do was look at the majestic (And handsome!) sight of Vegeta, the proud Prince of all Saiyans. Standing up to protect his one and only son. Vegeta slowly turned his head and looked at Trunks. "You should . . . be more careful." He slowly said. "Everyone knows that Cell is stronger than you. And . . . I know that . . . He's . . . stronger than me."
Trunks just stared at his father for the longest time. "He'll kill us both. It's hopeless." He said. Vegeta smirked. "Hold your tounge. You're wrong." He said. He watched Cell's every move as he pulled himself to his feet and walked towards Vegeta, who was standing proud and tall to defend his son's life. An image of Vegeta's decapitation by Cell flashed in his mind, but Vegeta ignored it and got into a fighting stance. "Get up, son. We're fighting together this time." He said. When Trunks still didn't get up he made his order sharper. "NOW!"
Trunks pulled himself to his feet as fast as he could. "Okay, father." He said. He transformed himself back into a Super Saiyan and got ready to fight. *It's so hard to beleive that's father . . . Mom in the future said he was a careless person who would probably rot in hell. But I know deep, deep down . . . Somewhere in that miserable person, there is a GOOD person trying to claw it's way out.* He looked at his short, but determined father and remembered his mother's words. *"He never said he loved me. But I knew, so he didn't have to tell me."*
*If only you know, mother, how much that man wants to tell you. Wants to tell you AND me.*
"I'm impressed, Vegeta. After being so scared of me and then having the tar beaten out of you at my hands for the third time, I'm quite surprised that you'd jump in to help your son out. I always thought you were a selfish and non-caring Saiyan Prince."
Vegeta bared his teeth. "I care nothing about this useless planet and it's stupid inhabitants. As soon as you are demolished, the world will be too. You're the only thing standing in my way. I was sent here to destroy this planet and that's what I'll eventually do."
*Kidding myself, kidding myself, kidding my-SHUT UP!* But no matter how hard Vegeta tried, he couldn't get the thoughts of how much he loved this planet out of his head. He just turned to Cell and powered up. Then, he flew towards Cell.
Cell didn't make a move; he blinked out and made Vegeta have to skid to a stop to avoid crashing into a jagged rock. Fear turned the blood running through his veins to ice water when he sensed Cell's energy right behind him. But he knew that Trunks was out for him, and that they were working as a team in this one fight. "No! Father!" He heard Trunks say, then heard his son's strong fist connect with Cell's head. He heard Cell's strangled gurgle and turned around. He saw what looked like gallons of Cell's purple blood.
Vegeta gave a smirk to symbolize a thank you to Trunks, and then jammed his foot into Cell's chest. Cell's breath was knocked out of his lungs but he still had enough energy to grab our Prince's leg and flip him head over heels. Vegeta landed square on his head after his little gymnastics trick. Pain swelled and danced in his brain. When Vegeta sat up, everything was swirling around him like he was on some kind of merry-go- round. He felt like his head was trying to explode. He thought he was going to topple over and be beaten to a bloody pulp.
Of course, Trunks zoomed in and started to beat on Cell while Vegeta still got his cards in the deck. Vegeta shook his head to stabilize himself, but he was still hallucinating canaries flying around his head. He stood up shakily, and staggered around until he got his footing. Then he zoomed back towards Cell. He prepared a Big Bang and shot it at Cell, making a dire mistake.
Vegeta forgot that Trunks was punching Cell, so the Big Bang was heading right towards him! *Who cares. At least it will hit Cell.* Vegeta thought smuggily. But his thoughts were quickly turned to what might happen to Trunks if that blast were to hit him. It was a very powerfully charged blast and could easily take away the weaker man's life. *I don't want Trunks to die. The soul reason I'm helping Trunks fight is so that he will not get killed!!* So Vegeta decided to warn Trunks.
"Trunks, get out of the way you fool!" He shouted, just in time. Trunks got the drift and dove out of the way of the blast, making Cell the straight target. It slammed into him.
"Oh my gosh! Did Vegeta just warn Trunks before he got hurt? Vegeta doesn't CARE if people get hurt!" Piccolo said. But nobody answered his response, for they knew perfectly well why Vegeta had told Trunks, for he had bonded with the kid.
The fight carried on, and Cell was not dying anymore than Trunks and Vegeta were. It seemed as though he wasn't trying, though, and Vegeta and Trunks perfectly realized that. But back at Capsule Corporation Bulma was literally going crazy. "HOW COULD VEGETA GET BOTH HIMSELF AND MY SON INTO A DEATH DIFIYING FIGHT!? HE'S SO STUPID!!!" Poor Baby Trunks was screaming from his mother's yells because he thought she was yelling at him. "IF HE GETS HIMSELF AND TRUNKS KILLED, I SWEAR I'LL STRANGLE HIM!!" She didn't know that Vegeta was thinking about how much she was probably screaming about his fight, but he didn't care. He could care less about what Bulma thought right now, all he was thinking about was defeating Cell and keeping Trunks safe in the process. Little did he know, that his attempts to keep Trunks safe were in vain.
Trunks would lose his life in this fight.
"Trunks! God dammit, watch out for that tail!" Vegeta yelled, as Cell was almost successfull in sticking his now stump of a sharp tail into Trunks's neck. Vegeta knew that if Trunks or he were to get stuck by Cell's tail now then they'd perish, for they'd been losing a lot of energy this fight. Trunks grabbed Cell by the tail and slung him over his shoulder. He heard ligaments rip as Cell's tail was ripped from his body and he went flying.
Vegeta didn't know whether to thank Trunks or not before he remembered that Cell could regenerate his body parts. "Damn." He said. Trunks turned around to say something to Vegeta.
Vegeta would never forget the look on Trunks's face when Cell stuck his newly regenerated tail into his neck. It was a look of surprise that quickly turned into a look of fear. Trunks screamed and ripped at the ligament that was injected in his neck but was not successful. Vegeta's heart immedeantly broke at having to watch this horrible thing happen to his son. "Shit!" He said. He ran towards Cell and tried to save Trunks, but with a release of energy Vegeta was knocked off his feet and landed on a sharp rock, back-first. He groaned as something inside of him snapped. "Ouch!" He groaned. He looked over his chest and saw that Trunks's legs were trying to buckle beneath him. "YOU IDIOTS! HELP HIM!" Vegeta yelled at the other Z- Warriors as he endured his screaming back. Goku was immedeantly snapped out of his trance of fear. He got up and tried to punch Cell, but landed on top of Vegeta.
Vegeta pushed Goku off. "Get off of me you big bastard!" He said. He sat up and, in pain, he launched himself at Cell again. This time he landed in a tree, where several branches poked him in the eyes and scratched him. "Someone ELSE try to help him!" He shouted. This time Picollo came running towards Cell, and Picollo got flung several feet into the side of a cliff. "You're all pathetic! Trunks is out there dying! One of you save him!!" He yelled. He watched his son with tears in his eyes as his breathing slowed. "NOO!!" He yelled. He jumped out of the tree, but, because of the pain of his back, he landed wrong. He heard his knee snap beneath him and spill him onto the cruel, cold ground. "NO! NOO! SOMEBODY HELP HIM, SOMEBODY!" He screamed. He stopped the threatining tears and looked up. Gohan. GOHAN was now stepping up to take on Cell. "Ha. He'll never do it; he's just a boy. He can't save Trunks. Trunks is dead. Trunks died. All because of me. I never realized fast enough how much he'd done for me . . . how much I've owed him. But I'll never be able to repay my son now. At the age of eighteen, my baby son named Trunks is destined to die a horrible-"
He was astounded when Gohan got inside of Cell's punches, and punched Cell in the face. Cell's tail was dislodged from Trunks's main vein, but Vegeta just knew it was too late. He knew as soon as Gohan and Cell started to fight, for the simple reason that Trunks's chest wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing, and his face was a pale white. He looked like a corpse. Vegeta walked over to his son.
"Trunks? If you're alive . . . say something." He said, crossing his arms. He was trying to stay as calm as he could. He lifted the weight from his bad leg, and the blood spilled on the ground next to his son's body. Vegeta bent down when Trunks didn't say or do anything. He put a hand on his wrist to check his pulse. Nothing. He checked for a heartbeat. Nothing. He checked for a pulse in the neck. Nothing.
Vegeta just stared at the dead man for a minute before he was overcome with emotion that he could not control even if he tried. He all the sudden felt like killing something, anything, like RIPPING the meat off the bones and throwing it in a neat little stack behind him. A tear rolled down his cheek and plopped onto the body of his son. "Trunks . . ." He mumbled. He stared at Trunks for a while, the only noises in the background being Gohan and Cell's fight. Vegeta sniffed in a tear and bit his bottom lip. He soon heard Goku walk up behind him. "Hey, Vegeta . . . It's Okay." He said. "I've never lost my son before but . . . I'm sure it's hard and-"
"GO AWAY, KAKAROTT!!"
Goku backed away and let Vegeta sit there to sniffle. *Why? Why did this happen? I tried to protect him, I really did!* Vegeta thought. He stared into his poor son's eyes, and realized the freakish resemblance Trunks wore to him. This made another tear drop roll down his nose and hit Trunks's body. Vegeta grabbed his son's body to prepare to bury it, but he found his body hugging his son's body against his chest. He didn't want to let go of Trunks's life anymore than anyone would want to let their kid die. Vegeta decided to do the only thing he could do. He bent down and began to give Trunks CPR.
The more Vegeta pumped air into his son's lounges the more hopeless he got. Trunks simply would not breathe, and every attempt Veggie gave just made him start to cry harder. He finally stopped the procedure and decided that his son was really dead. "Trunks . . ." He mumbled one last time, his voice have a shuttering tone to it. He then kicked Trunks's body away as the fear of Cell welled up back inside of him. *He killed my son. And he could very well kill ME, too.* He thought. He saw Gohan fighting Cell, and watched for a little, still crying. Krillin and Yamcha tried to come comfort him but he shunned them off.
Vegeta was standing there, crying silently, when he remembered Bulma. BULMA! How did she feel about Trunks's death!? She was most likely crying her head off! Recognition zoomed into Vegeta's face, and he zoomed off with the bad leg dangling behind, and blood shooting from it.
Vegeta opened the door and ran into the living room. Bulma wasn't there; but her parents were with Baby Trunks. They were both weeping. "Where's Bulma?" He demanded.
Mrs.Breifs looked up at her son in law, crying. "I'm so sorry about Trunks, honey . . ." She said. "I-"
"WHERE IS BULMA?"
Mrs.Breifs pointed to the courtyard, and Vegeta ran outside. He saw Bulma, in shambles and crying very hard, sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. "Oh, Bulma . . ." Vegeta muttered to himself. He stepped towards Bulma and eventually was standing by her. Bulma looked up and noticed. "Vegeta . . ." She said. Then, she began to bawl harder. "Oh, Vegeta!!" She whined. Vegeta lost control over his body. He bent down and hugged Bulma as hard as he could. "Bulma . . . shh . . ." He reassured. *Good Golly, is this Vegeta?* Bulma thought. She huddled up against her husbands body as his strong arms hugged her. "How long have you been out here crying, huh? It's cold out here and you could . . . get sick." Vegeta said. "Especially since you're bawling this way." Bulma buried her head into his chest.
"I love you so much. I saw how you cried . . . about Trunks . . . and you tried to protect him..." Vegeta kissed the top of her head, getting in the scent of her blue hair. "We don't need to talk about Trunks anymore." Vegeta said. "It'll just make you cry harder." He hugged her up to him tighter and rubbed her back. *Is this really ME?* He asked his mind.
Bulma still continued to bawl. "Your leg . . . I saw what happened . . ." She cried. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. It hurts." He said. He shivered against the cold air, and then realized how much Bulma was shivering. She sneezed into his chest. "Bulma, I need to get you inside, It's really cold, and you're catching a cold. You must have been out here a long time." He scooped her up baby-style and started to carry her inside. She was still crying over Trunks.
Vegeta plopped her in their bed and covered the warm covers up over her. She sneezed. "See there? Sitting out in that weather caused you to catch a cold. It could turn to Pnemonia. Shame on you." He bent down and kissed her forehead, then limped around and sat on the other side of the bed by her. "Thank you for being so good to me." Bulma said. "Could you bring me my baby? He's Trunks; and he's really the only thing that could make me feel better."
Vegeta nodded and went and got Baby Trunks, then brought him to Bulma. The baby was still crying. Bulma layed him down by her in the bed, and he snuggled against her and went to sleep. "He looks so much like you do." Bulma said, wiping her nose. "I'm glad, too. Now I know he'll be a handsome man, just like my Princey here." Vegeta smirked. "That's what that dumb blonde woman called me. But she's dead now. Krillin SURE misses her, though . . ."
"I know. I feel sorry for him." Bulma said, placing her head in Veggie's lap. Vegeta stroked her hair. "I don't feel for him at all like I feel sorry for Trunks. I just feel like I could have stopped the horrible thing that happened to him; like it's all my fault."
Bulma's eyes widened. "Vegeta, it's not your fault. It's NOT. So don't you start to put yourself down, I was watching the entire fight. You tried. You tried to save him." She saw the edges of Vegeta's mouth lift into a smile, then tremble as he started trying to cry. But he stopped his tears to keep Bulma from crying again. "Yeah, I guess that I . . . did." He said. Then he remembered the Cell Games. "I should get back. When I started to get really scared after Trunks's death I just got up and ran here to comfort you about what happened, and I never should have left. A saiyan doesn't-"
Bulma put a finger on his lips. "Stop right there. You need not go back. You've already tried to beat Cell and could not, so what's your since in being there? Please stay here with me! We can watch it on T.V?" She asked. "Please?"
Vegeta looked into her eyes and couldn't say no. "Okay." He said. "I'll stay here with you and watch it on T.V. But if I'm needed, or if they start mocking me for being a chicken, then I'm going right there." Bulma hugged him so hard that he thought his lungs would burst. "How I love my handsome Prince." She said. Vegeta smiled a bit and hugged her back. "I'm glad you do. If I were hated then I'd be rather worried."
Still, Vegeta couldn't get his mind off of how Trunks had looked in his last moments before he died; and the look on his face when Cell stuck that tail into him, a look that had said, "What are you going to do now, you selfish man? Your son is now dying because of you!"
Vegeta shuddered and released Bulma. "Are you done crying yet?" He asked her. Bulma wiped the remaining tears from her tearstained cheeks. "I think so. I'll still miss our boy, though. I loved him so much." She kissed her baby on the forehead. "He's going to become one of the most wonderful people I've ever known . . ." Then, they walked out to head for the television. But instead of going there, they ended up on the old balcony.
Vegeta and Bulma stood side-by-side on the balcony for a long time, Vegeta sensing every move of the fight. Bulma remarked to him about how quiet he was being while he was sensing Gohan and Cell's fight; and he'd shush her everytime she tried to say anything. "How's Gohan doing?" Bulma finally asked, not caring whether it annoyed her husband or not. Right now she just didn't want Gohan to die, either.
"He's fine." Vegeta said. "But if I were you, I'd be more worried about what I'M worried about." Bulma cocked her head at Vegeta. "What do you mean, silly? Do you actually fear for someone's life? HA! Yeah-"
"NO, I'M WORRIYING IF YAMCHA WILL FINALLY GET KILLED!"
This took a second to sink in, and then Bulma burst into helpless laughter. "I should have known from how much you hate Yamcha." She said. Vegeta smirked a little bit. "Hey, shut up now." He said, but she kept on laughing at Veggie-face. Vegeta got a little bit mad. "Bulma, I said stop it. You know I have a good reason to hate Yamcha; he hits on you."
Bulma came up to Vegeta and hugged him as hard as she could. "Well, honey . . . You should expect that. Yamcha used to love me, and I used to love him . . . I might have still just a little bit of feelings for him-"
Vegeta instantly pushed her off. "I was just joking! I hate that mother fucker!" Bulma said. Vegeta sighed and returned to his woman. "I know that you do. I'm surprised that I even reacted to your statement." He said. He hugged Bulma even tighter than before and sat her down in one of the chairs on the balcony. "Now . . . I HAVE to get back to the Cell Games. I want to fight Cell again to avenge Trunks."
Bulma gasped. "No! You CAN'T! Please stay with me, please!" But she knew better than to argue with her husband. He simply scowled and turned to leave in his old and careless way. But then she ran up to him and grabbed him around the waist, where she pressed herself against his back and moaned into it. Vegeta felt her hot, wet tears on his back. *Oh great. more caterwauling.* He thought.
"No! I won't let you go back to the Cell Games! I won't let someone else that I love get morbidly killed!" Vegeta growled and flung her off of him. "Leave me alone! I NEED to go fight, and I WILL! I didn't train just to chicken out and not go to the Cell Games. I worked myself literally DEAD to go Super Saiyan, and now I'm not going to just stay here and watch everyone else fight." He then stomped back into the house where Bulma heard his rattling in the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. She went inside and saw him ripping into a sandwich. "Vegeta . . . Please . . ."
"ENOUGH!"
Bulma instantly shut up.
Vegeta landed down by his piers being very careful of his broken leg. Krillin looked at him. "Sorry about Trunks, Man." He heard Yamcha say. "Yeah." Krillin responded. "That must have cut you really deep, and it affected me too. If there's any way I can help-"
"Be quiet, weakling." Krillin's mouth was shut. Vegeta just couldn't get his mind off of Bulma; of the way she'd looked at him when he had left to go fight Cell again. She had been crying. He wished he hadn't have left her like that; he couldn't beleive he had done it. It had been a horrible thing to do and he was sorry for it. He just searched around for his son's body. He saw that one of the fellow Z warriors had covered it up with sand. Pretty clever.
He turned his attention back to the battle between Gohan and Cell. Cell looked like he was getting the beating of his life; but Vegeta didn't at all expect the events that were about to take place. He only started to suspect it when he felt another ki around. He whipped his head around, like the others were. The only one who knew that ki was Krillin.
"Oh my gosh! It's . . . HER ki! But it can't be, she's . . . gone now." He said. Everybody knew who Krillin was talking about. #18. Vegeta smirked. "Right. But how come we're feeling this ki now then? We wouldn't be feeling her if she weren't here. A saiyan's senses never lie to him." Nobody really payed much attention to his little saiyan speeches that he made now and then anymore.
Goku pointed a shaking finger at Cell. "Hey guys, look! Look at Cell!" He said. Everybody whipped their heads around and spotted Cell. He looked strange, he kept heaving and things. He also looked like he was mutating into something else . . . And, his power level was greatly decreasing. "What's happening to him? Is he throwing up the androids?" Yamcha said.
Vegeta knew what Krillin was thinking. He was thinking, *Geez, I hope so.* Vegeta smirked. "Yes, Krillin, I think you are correct. He IS throwing them up." And just as Vegeta said this, the body of the blonde android came hurling out of the monster and onto the ground in a heap of slobber and gross sludge. Vegeta's nose wrinkled. "Gross." He said. Cell was now back to his 2nd stage, but he was no longer heaving.
"Where's #17?" Piccolo said. But nobody answered, they were too busy watching Krillin run over and pick the android out of the sludge/slobber mixture. "Is she even ALIVE?" Vegeta yelled back from his place next to Piccolo. Krillin ran over and plopped her on the ground. "Yes. Her chest is still moving."
This statement brought on a fit of giggles from Vegeta. "Hahaa! Krillin, I had no idea you were a pervert!" Krillin frowned and bent down to the android. "Hey, #18? Can you hear me?" He asked. She didn't open her eyes or answer him. "Hello? #18?" This time she gave just a little bit of response. She made a little noise and her eyes breifly popped open. But they immediantly closed again.
Vegeta didn't want her to wake up because he knew how much she enjoyed to hit on him. He didn't like it when she did that, because he loved Bulma perfectly well and she knew that. There was just something about gorgeous women that made them creeps, except for Bulma. She was the only pretty woman he'd ever known that wasn't a creep, even if she was a bitch. But, Vegeta's prayers weren't answered when her eyes popped open, and she stared into the eyes of Krillin. Vegeta watched the fight somemore. What had Gohan done to make Cell do that, or was it something the ANDROID had done?
Back at Capsule Corporation, Bulma couldn't even stand to watch the Television. She was too scared that something bad was going to happen to Veggie, like what had happened to Trunks. "Oh, Vegeta . . . How come you're so stupid?" She asked herself. She had her knees hugged up to her chest and was laying on her and Vegeta's bed. She still smelt Vegeta's handsome, musky scent on his pillow, and still saw his clothes sprawled all over the floor and hanging out of his dresser. He was usually neat and tidy; but lately he'd been worried about the Cell Games.
"Oh, honey . . ." She said. But there was something inside of her that was telling her he would come back before Cell was dead. She knew that not even VEGETA had a bad enough heart to leave his beautiful wife here alone to cry in the dark. And that's what she was doing; crying with the light turned off. (A/E: God, isn't this story getting dramatic?) She looked up at the picture of Vegeta on the wall, and, he looked so much like Trunks it was scary. It made her start to cry again.
"What happened?" Yamcha asked #18. "Do you know why he spit you up? Is he dying, or something?" Vegeta smirked. "Shut up, Yamcha. You know all blondes are dumb, and this one's no different. I know from all the misadventures that Trunks made me go through with her."
Krillin frowned at Veggie face. "Hush Vegeta. She may know something." Then he turned back to the android and continued to question her. Vegeta just frowned and thought about Bulma to ease his mind. Bulma . . . She was so pretty and nice- well, sometimes nice. And she was probably crying over him right now, crying in that annoying voice that Vegeta wished she hadn't been born with.
******PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE, IT'S IMPORTANT!!*******
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Didja like this chapter? By the way, I just got flamed horribly and it hurt my feelings! The person said she wasn't flaming, but . . . I took it the wrong way. It made me think that even though I tried to make this story better along the way I only succeded in making it worse. I'm sorry if I did. Please, If you're going to flame me from now on, keep your unkind words to yourself and save me a night awake and writer's block.
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P.S- Next time, Cell gets killed. And by the way I'm making plans for another story right now, one that's going to be a romance/ humor or a drama/humor. In this story, a female saiyan in which Vegeta was betrothed to as a child comes back, but she's not evil. That is until she sees Vegeta, and remembers how much she used to love him as a child. But, Vegeta's married to Bulma and has a baby son, but she still asks him to marry her like old plans anyway.
Well, when Vegeta was a child he was very fond of her, but not anymore. He's found Bulma, so he declines her and gos home with Bulma. So, furious, the female saiyan (I think her name will be Mura) kidnaps Vegeta in the middle of the night to get him to marry her. However, Vegeta gos through this miserable torture and thinks about Bulma along the way, and won't go to Mura.
Meanwhile, Bulma is hysterical with grief, so she calls Goku. Goku brings Bulma, #18 and Chi-Chi together as a team, (This part will play sort of like a funny knock-off of Charlie's Angels, but Vegeta is the main story) and they go off to find Vegeta and free him of Mura's clutches.
However, Mura, being stronger than Vegeta and Goku, threatens to kill Vegeta if they get him out. So Goku works out a deal. Vegeta gos with Mura for one day and one night, and if he decides to go with her, he gos with her. If he decides to go with Bulma, he gos with Bulma. This turns out to be a hard choice for Vegeta, who has started to find his old feelings for Mura again.
Isn't it quite obvious who Vegeta will choose . . . Or NOT. This will make the ending of the story, and it's a B/V, so you probably already know. I can guarantee you it'll be a good one though, of course it may cause me to get a bit slower on updating for this story. If you have any problems or revisions to my new story's plans, please email me them and if I use them I'll give you credit for the story! ^_^
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!! (Or if you're reading this after christmas, just pretend I said it before. ^_^)
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
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"Here, Vegeta. Take a senzu bean." Krillin said drearily as he reached into the bag and handed Vegeta one of the little beans. Vegeta swiped it away from Krillin and chewed it, then was able to stand up again and watch his son fight. His son was getting the Hell beaten out of him. *Maybe I should help him . . . I may have hated him as a baby, but he's saved my life more than once.* He thought. His mind flashed back to when Cell had been sucking his energy through his tail, and Trunks had stepped in to save his life. Trunks. And his battle with Android #18, Trunks had stepped in too and saved his life. And now this. Trunks was like a guardian angel, and what did Vegeta give Trunks in return for saving his life so many times?
A couple of insults and punches in the stomach.
*Trunks has always been there for me . . . I should have realized it. That little baby that I despise so much is actually someone great, someone who really cares about me and would risk his own life to save mine when I don't deserve it.* He thought. *Well now it's Papa's turn to be the hero. I'm not going to let Trunks get hurt; NEVER*
Everyone's eyes flew to Vegeta as he powered up into a Super Saiyan. Dirt and rocks pummeled the others, and Cell and Trunks were thrown back a bit from the furious energy Vegeta held in his palms. "You will NOT claim another victim Cell!" Vegeta yelled. His fear of Cell was suddenly diminished to nothing, as if it hadn't even existed at all. His hatred for both his future son and baby son was forgotten. And the next punch that Cell threw into Trunks's stomach tipped Vegeta's fury over the edge. He screamed out like a child throwing a tantrum. (A\N: Guys, I'd really like it if you'd read this fight. It's very touching. Thank you! ^_^ )
"YOU BASTARD!!" Vegeta screamed, and launched himself towards Cell. The look of surprise on Cell's face was quite clear as it turned from that very fear into a flaming scream of agony. Vegeta's fist crunched into Cell's jawbone and caused him to stop his attack on Trunks. With a kick of Vegeta's foot Cell was flying into the air. All Trunks and the others could do was look at the majestic (And handsome!) sight of Vegeta, the proud Prince of all Saiyans. Standing up to protect his one and only son. Vegeta slowly turned his head and looked at Trunks. "You should . . . be more careful." He slowly said. "Everyone knows that Cell is stronger than you. And . . . I know that . . . He's . . . stronger than me."
Trunks just stared at his father for the longest time. "He'll kill us both. It's hopeless." He said. Vegeta smirked. "Hold your tounge. You're wrong." He said. He watched Cell's every move as he pulled himself to his feet and walked towards Vegeta, who was standing proud and tall to defend his son's life. An image of Vegeta's decapitation by Cell flashed in his mind, but Vegeta ignored it and got into a fighting stance. "Get up, son. We're fighting together this time." He said. When Trunks still didn't get up he made his order sharper. "NOW!"
Trunks pulled himself to his feet as fast as he could. "Okay, father." He said. He transformed himself back into a Super Saiyan and got ready to fight. *It's so hard to beleive that's father . . . Mom in the future said he was a careless person who would probably rot in hell. But I know deep, deep down . . . Somewhere in that miserable person, there is a GOOD person trying to claw it's way out.* He looked at his short, but determined father and remembered his mother's words. *"He never said he loved me. But I knew, so he didn't have to tell me."*
*If only you know, mother, how much that man wants to tell you. Wants to tell you AND me.*
"I'm impressed, Vegeta. After being so scared of me and then having the tar beaten out of you at my hands for the third time, I'm quite surprised that you'd jump in to help your son out. I always thought you were a selfish and non-caring Saiyan Prince."
Vegeta bared his teeth. "I care nothing about this useless planet and it's stupid inhabitants. As soon as you are demolished, the world will be too. You're the only thing standing in my way. I was sent here to destroy this planet and that's what I'll eventually do."
*Kidding myself, kidding myself, kidding my-SHUT UP!* But no matter how hard Vegeta tried, he couldn't get the thoughts of how much he loved this planet out of his head. He just turned to Cell and powered up. Then, he flew towards Cell.
Cell didn't make a move; he blinked out and made Vegeta have to skid to a stop to avoid crashing into a jagged rock. Fear turned the blood running through his veins to ice water when he sensed Cell's energy right behind him. But he knew that Trunks was out for him, and that they were working as a team in this one fight. "No! Father!" He heard Trunks say, then heard his son's strong fist connect with Cell's head. He heard Cell's strangled gurgle and turned around. He saw what looked like gallons of Cell's purple blood.
Vegeta gave a smirk to symbolize a thank you to Trunks, and then jammed his foot into Cell's chest. Cell's breath was knocked out of his lungs but he still had enough energy to grab our Prince's leg and flip him head over heels. Vegeta landed square on his head after his little gymnastics trick. Pain swelled and danced in his brain. When Vegeta sat up, everything was swirling around him like he was on some kind of merry-go- round. He felt like his head was trying to explode. He thought he was going to topple over and be beaten to a bloody pulp.
Of course, Trunks zoomed in and started to beat on Cell while Vegeta still got his cards in the deck. Vegeta shook his head to stabilize himself, but he was still hallucinating canaries flying around his head. He stood up shakily, and staggered around until he got his footing. Then he zoomed back towards Cell. He prepared a Big Bang and shot it at Cell, making a dire mistake.
Vegeta forgot that Trunks was punching Cell, so the Big Bang was heading right towards him! *Who cares. At least it will hit Cell.* Vegeta thought smuggily. But his thoughts were quickly turned to what might happen to Trunks if that blast were to hit him. It was a very powerfully charged blast and could easily take away the weaker man's life. *I don't want Trunks to die. The soul reason I'm helping Trunks fight is so that he will not get killed!!* So Vegeta decided to warn Trunks.
"Trunks, get out of the way you fool!" He shouted, just in time. Trunks got the drift and dove out of the way of the blast, making Cell the straight target. It slammed into him.
"Oh my gosh! Did Vegeta just warn Trunks before he got hurt? Vegeta doesn't CARE if people get hurt!" Piccolo said. But nobody answered his response, for they knew perfectly well why Vegeta had told Trunks, for he had bonded with the kid.
The fight carried on, and Cell was not dying anymore than Trunks and Vegeta were. It seemed as though he wasn't trying, though, and Vegeta and Trunks perfectly realized that. But back at Capsule Corporation Bulma was literally going crazy. "HOW COULD VEGETA GET BOTH HIMSELF AND MY SON INTO A DEATH DIFIYING FIGHT!? HE'S SO STUPID!!!" Poor Baby Trunks was screaming from his mother's yells because he thought she was yelling at him. "IF HE GETS HIMSELF AND TRUNKS KILLED, I SWEAR I'LL STRANGLE HIM!!" She didn't know that Vegeta was thinking about how much she was probably screaming about his fight, but he didn't care. He could care less about what Bulma thought right now, all he was thinking about was defeating Cell and keeping Trunks safe in the process. Little did he know, that his attempts to keep Trunks safe were in vain.
Trunks would lose his life in this fight.
"Trunks! God dammit, watch out for that tail!" Vegeta yelled, as Cell was almost successfull in sticking his now stump of a sharp tail into Trunks's neck. Vegeta knew that if Trunks or he were to get stuck by Cell's tail now then they'd perish, for they'd been losing a lot of energy this fight. Trunks grabbed Cell by the tail and slung him over his shoulder. He heard ligaments rip as Cell's tail was ripped from his body and he went flying.
Vegeta didn't know whether to thank Trunks or not before he remembered that Cell could regenerate his body parts. "Damn." He said. Trunks turned around to say something to Vegeta.
Vegeta would never forget the look on Trunks's face when Cell stuck his newly regenerated tail into his neck. It was a look of surprise that quickly turned into a look of fear. Trunks screamed and ripped at the ligament that was injected in his neck but was not successful. Vegeta's heart immedeantly broke at having to watch this horrible thing happen to his son. "Shit!" He said. He ran towards Cell and tried to save Trunks, but with a release of energy Vegeta was knocked off his feet and landed on a sharp rock, back-first. He groaned as something inside of him snapped. "Ouch!" He groaned. He looked over his chest and saw that Trunks's legs were trying to buckle beneath him. "YOU IDIOTS! HELP HIM!" Vegeta yelled at the other Z- Warriors as he endured his screaming back. Goku was immedeantly snapped out of his trance of fear. He got up and tried to punch Cell, but landed on top of Vegeta.
Vegeta pushed Goku off. "Get off of me you big bastard!" He said. He sat up and, in pain, he launched himself at Cell again. This time he landed in a tree, where several branches poked him in the eyes and scratched him. "Someone ELSE try to help him!" He shouted. This time Picollo came running towards Cell, and Picollo got flung several feet into the side of a cliff. "You're all pathetic! Trunks is out there dying! One of you save him!!" He yelled. He watched his son with tears in his eyes as his breathing slowed. "NOO!!" He yelled. He jumped out of the tree, but, because of the pain of his back, he landed wrong. He heard his knee snap beneath him and spill him onto the cruel, cold ground. "NO! NOO! SOMEBODY HELP HIM, SOMEBODY!" He screamed. He stopped the threatining tears and looked up. Gohan. GOHAN was now stepping up to take on Cell. "Ha. He'll never do it; he's just a boy. He can't save Trunks. Trunks is dead. Trunks died. All because of me. I never realized fast enough how much he'd done for me . . . how much I've owed him. But I'll never be able to repay my son now. At the age of eighteen, my baby son named Trunks is destined to die a horrible-"
He was astounded when Gohan got inside of Cell's punches, and punched Cell in the face. Cell's tail was dislodged from Trunks's main vein, but Vegeta just knew it was too late. He knew as soon as Gohan and Cell started to fight, for the simple reason that Trunks's chest wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing, and his face was a pale white. He looked like a corpse. Vegeta walked over to his son.
"Trunks? If you're alive . . . say something." He said, crossing his arms. He was trying to stay as calm as he could. He lifted the weight from his bad leg, and the blood spilled on the ground next to his son's body. Vegeta bent down when Trunks didn't say or do anything. He put a hand on his wrist to check his pulse. Nothing. He checked for a heartbeat. Nothing. He checked for a pulse in the neck. Nothing.
Vegeta just stared at the dead man for a minute before he was overcome with emotion that he could not control even if he tried. He all the sudden felt like killing something, anything, like RIPPING the meat off the bones and throwing it in a neat little stack behind him. A tear rolled down his cheek and plopped onto the body of his son. "Trunks . . ." He mumbled. He stared at Trunks for a while, the only noises in the background being Gohan and Cell's fight. Vegeta sniffed in a tear and bit his bottom lip. He soon heard Goku walk up behind him. "Hey, Vegeta . . . It's Okay." He said. "I've never lost my son before but . . . I'm sure it's hard and-"
"GO AWAY, KAKAROTT!!"
Goku backed away and let Vegeta sit there to sniffle. *Why? Why did this happen? I tried to protect him, I really did!* Vegeta thought. He stared into his poor son's eyes, and realized the freakish resemblance Trunks wore to him. This made another tear drop roll down his nose and hit Trunks's body. Vegeta grabbed his son's body to prepare to bury it, but he found his body hugging his son's body against his chest. He didn't want to let go of Trunks's life anymore than anyone would want to let their kid die. Vegeta decided to do the only thing he could do. He bent down and began to give Trunks CPR.
The more Vegeta pumped air into his son's lounges the more hopeless he got. Trunks simply would not breathe, and every attempt Veggie gave just made him start to cry harder. He finally stopped the procedure and decided that his son was really dead. "Trunks . . ." He mumbled one last time, his voice have a shuttering tone to it. He then kicked Trunks's body away as the fear of Cell welled up back inside of him. *He killed my son. And he could very well kill ME, too.* He thought. He saw Gohan fighting Cell, and watched for a little, still crying. Krillin and Yamcha tried to come comfort him but he shunned them off.
Vegeta was standing there, crying silently, when he remembered Bulma. BULMA! How did she feel about Trunks's death!? She was most likely crying her head off! Recognition zoomed into Vegeta's face, and he zoomed off with the bad leg dangling behind, and blood shooting from it.
Vegeta opened the door and ran into the living room. Bulma wasn't there; but her parents were with Baby Trunks. They were both weeping. "Where's Bulma?" He demanded.
Mrs.Breifs looked up at her son in law, crying. "I'm so sorry about Trunks, honey . . ." She said. "I-"
"WHERE IS BULMA?"
Mrs.Breifs pointed to the courtyard, and Vegeta ran outside. He saw Bulma, in shambles and crying very hard, sitting on the ground with her head in her hands. "Oh, Bulma . . ." Vegeta muttered to himself. He stepped towards Bulma and eventually was standing by her. Bulma looked up and noticed. "Vegeta . . ." She said. Then, she began to bawl harder. "Oh, Vegeta!!" She whined. Vegeta lost control over his body. He bent down and hugged Bulma as hard as he could. "Bulma . . . shh . . ." He reassured. *Good Golly, is this Vegeta?* Bulma thought. She huddled up against her husbands body as his strong arms hugged her. "How long have you been out here crying, huh? It's cold out here and you could . . . get sick." Vegeta said. "Especially since you're bawling this way." Bulma buried her head into his chest.
"I love you so much. I saw how you cried . . . about Trunks . . . and you tried to protect him..." Vegeta kissed the top of her head, getting in the scent of her blue hair. "We don't need to talk about Trunks anymore." Vegeta said. "It'll just make you cry harder." He hugged her up to him tighter and rubbed her back. *Is this really ME?* He asked his mind.
Bulma still continued to bawl. "Your leg . . . I saw what happened . . ." She cried. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. It hurts." He said. He shivered against the cold air, and then realized how much Bulma was shivering. She sneezed into his chest. "Bulma, I need to get you inside, It's really cold, and you're catching a cold. You must have been out here a long time." He scooped her up baby-style and started to carry her inside. She was still crying over Trunks.
Vegeta plopped her in their bed and covered the warm covers up over her. She sneezed. "See there? Sitting out in that weather caused you to catch a cold. It could turn to Pnemonia. Shame on you." He bent down and kissed her forehead, then limped around and sat on the other side of the bed by her. "Thank you for being so good to me." Bulma said. "Could you bring me my baby? He's Trunks; and he's really the only thing that could make me feel better."
Vegeta nodded and went and got Baby Trunks, then brought him to Bulma. The baby was still crying. Bulma layed him down by her in the bed, and he snuggled against her and went to sleep. "He looks so much like you do." Bulma said, wiping her nose. "I'm glad, too. Now I know he'll be a handsome man, just like my Princey here." Vegeta smirked. "That's what that dumb blonde woman called me. But she's dead now. Krillin SURE misses her, though . . ."
"I know. I feel sorry for him." Bulma said, placing her head in Veggie's lap. Vegeta stroked her hair. "I don't feel for him at all like I feel sorry for Trunks. I just feel like I could have stopped the horrible thing that happened to him; like it's all my fault."
Bulma's eyes widened. "Vegeta, it's not your fault. It's NOT. So don't you start to put yourself down, I was watching the entire fight. You tried. You tried to save him." She saw the edges of Vegeta's mouth lift into a smile, then tremble as he started trying to cry. But he stopped his tears to keep Bulma from crying again. "Yeah, I guess that I . . . did." He said. Then he remembered the Cell Games. "I should get back. When I started to get really scared after Trunks's death I just got up and ran here to comfort you about what happened, and I never should have left. A saiyan doesn't-"
Bulma put a finger on his lips. "Stop right there. You need not go back. You've already tried to beat Cell and could not, so what's your since in being there? Please stay here with me! We can watch it on T.V?" She asked. "Please?"
Vegeta looked into her eyes and couldn't say no. "Okay." He said. "I'll stay here with you and watch it on T.V. But if I'm needed, or if they start mocking me for being a chicken, then I'm going right there." Bulma hugged him so hard that he thought his lungs would burst. "How I love my handsome Prince." She said. Vegeta smiled a bit and hugged her back. "I'm glad you do. If I were hated then I'd be rather worried."
Still, Vegeta couldn't get his mind off of how Trunks had looked in his last moments before he died; and the look on his face when Cell stuck that tail into him, a look that had said, "What are you going to do now, you selfish man? Your son is now dying because of you!"
Vegeta shuddered and released Bulma. "Are you done crying yet?" He asked her. Bulma wiped the remaining tears from her tearstained cheeks. "I think so. I'll still miss our boy, though. I loved him so much." She kissed her baby on the forehead. "He's going to become one of the most wonderful people I've ever known . . ." Then, they walked out to head for the television. But instead of going there, they ended up on the old balcony.
Vegeta and Bulma stood side-by-side on the balcony for a long time, Vegeta sensing every move of the fight. Bulma remarked to him about how quiet he was being while he was sensing Gohan and Cell's fight; and he'd shush her everytime she tried to say anything. "How's Gohan doing?" Bulma finally asked, not caring whether it annoyed her husband or not. Right now she just didn't want Gohan to die, either.
"He's fine." Vegeta said. "But if I were you, I'd be more worried about what I'M worried about." Bulma cocked her head at Vegeta. "What do you mean, silly? Do you actually fear for someone's life? HA! Yeah-"
"NO, I'M WORRIYING IF YAMCHA WILL FINALLY GET KILLED!"
This took a second to sink in, and then Bulma burst into helpless laughter. "I should have known from how much you hate Yamcha." She said. Vegeta smirked a little bit. "Hey, shut up now." He said, but she kept on laughing at Veggie-face. Vegeta got a little bit mad. "Bulma, I said stop it. You know I have a good reason to hate Yamcha; he hits on you."
Bulma came up to Vegeta and hugged him as hard as she could. "Well, honey . . . You should expect that. Yamcha used to love me, and I used to love him . . . I might have still just a little bit of feelings for him-"
Vegeta instantly pushed her off. "I was just joking! I hate that mother fucker!" Bulma said. Vegeta sighed and returned to his woman. "I know that you do. I'm surprised that I even reacted to your statement." He said. He hugged Bulma even tighter than before and sat her down in one of the chairs on the balcony. "Now . . . I HAVE to get back to the Cell Games. I want to fight Cell again to avenge Trunks."
Bulma gasped. "No! You CAN'T! Please stay with me, please!" But she knew better than to argue with her husband. He simply scowled and turned to leave in his old and careless way. But then she ran up to him and grabbed him around the waist, where she pressed herself against his back and moaned into it. Vegeta felt her hot, wet tears on his back. *Oh great. more caterwauling.* He thought.
"No! I won't let you go back to the Cell Games! I won't let someone else that I love get morbidly killed!" Vegeta growled and flung her off of him. "Leave me alone! I NEED to go fight, and I WILL! I didn't train just to chicken out and not go to the Cell Games. I worked myself literally DEAD to go Super Saiyan, and now I'm not going to just stay here and watch everyone else fight." He then stomped back into the house where Bulma heard his rattling in the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. She went inside and saw him ripping into a sandwich. "Vegeta . . . Please . . ."
"ENOUGH!"
Bulma instantly shut up.
Vegeta landed down by his piers being very careful of his broken leg. Krillin looked at him. "Sorry about Trunks, Man." He heard Yamcha say. "Yeah." Krillin responded. "That must have cut you really deep, and it affected me too. If there's any way I can help-"
"Be quiet, weakling." Krillin's mouth was shut. Vegeta just couldn't get his mind off of Bulma; of the way she'd looked at him when he had left to go fight Cell again. She had been crying. He wished he hadn't have left her like that; he couldn't beleive he had done it. It had been a horrible thing to do and he was sorry for it. He just searched around for his son's body. He saw that one of the fellow Z warriors had covered it up with sand. Pretty clever.
He turned his attention back to the battle between Gohan and Cell. Cell looked like he was getting the beating of his life; but Vegeta didn't at all expect the events that were about to take place. He only started to suspect it when he felt another ki around. He whipped his head around, like the others were. The only one who knew that ki was Krillin.
"Oh my gosh! It's . . . HER ki! But it can't be, she's . . . gone now." He said. Everybody knew who Krillin was talking about. #18. Vegeta smirked. "Right. But how come we're feeling this ki now then? We wouldn't be feeling her if she weren't here. A saiyan's senses never lie to him." Nobody really payed much attention to his little saiyan speeches that he made now and then anymore.
Goku pointed a shaking finger at Cell. "Hey guys, look! Look at Cell!" He said. Everybody whipped their heads around and spotted Cell. He looked strange, he kept heaving and things. He also looked like he was mutating into something else . . . And, his power level was greatly decreasing. "What's happening to him? Is he throwing up the androids?" Yamcha said.
Vegeta knew what Krillin was thinking. He was thinking, *Geez, I hope so.* Vegeta smirked. "Yes, Krillin, I think you are correct. He IS throwing them up." And just as Vegeta said this, the body of the blonde android came hurling out of the monster and onto the ground in a heap of slobber and gross sludge. Vegeta's nose wrinkled. "Gross." He said. Cell was now back to his 2nd stage, but he was no longer heaving.
"Where's #17?" Piccolo said. But nobody answered, they were too busy watching Krillin run over and pick the android out of the sludge/slobber mixture. "Is she even ALIVE?" Vegeta yelled back from his place next to Piccolo. Krillin ran over and plopped her on the ground. "Yes. Her chest is still moving."
This statement brought on a fit of giggles from Vegeta. "Hahaa! Krillin, I had no idea you were a pervert!" Krillin frowned and bent down to the android. "Hey, #18? Can you hear me?" He asked. She didn't open her eyes or answer him. "Hello? #18?" This time she gave just a little bit of response. She made a little noise and her eyes breifly popped open. But they immediantly closed again.
Vegeta didn't want her to wake up because he knew how much she enjoyed to hit on him. He didn't like it when she did that, because he loved Bulma perfectly well and she knew that. There was just something about gorgeous women that made them creeps, except for Bulma. She was the only pretty woman he'd ever known that wasn't a creep, even if she was a bitch. But, Vegeta's prayers weren't answered when her eyes popped open, and she stared into the eyes of Krillin. Vegeta watched the fight somemore. What had Gohan done to make Cell do that, or was it something the ANDROID had done?
Back at Capsule Corporation, Bulma couldn't even stand to watch the Television. She was too scared that something bad was going to happen to Veggie, like what had happened to Trunks. "Oh, Vegeta . . . How come you're so stupid?" She asked herself. She had her knees hugged up to her chest and was laying on her and Vegeta's bed. She still smelt Vegeta's handsome, musky scent on his pillow, and still saw his clothes sprawled all over the floor and hanging out of his dresser. He was usually neat and tidy; but lately he'd been worried about the Cell Games.
"Oh, honey . . ." She said. But there was something inside of her that was telling her he would come back before Cell was dead. She knew that not even VEGETA had a bad enough heart to leave his beautiful wife here alone to cry in the dark. And that's what she was doing; crying with the light turned off. (A/E: God, isn't this story getting dramatic?) She looked up at the picture of Vegeta on the wall, and, he looked so much like Trunks it was scary. It made her start to cry again.
"What happened?" Yamcha asked #18. "Do you know why he spit you up? Is he dying, or something?" Vegeta smirked. "Shut up, Yamcha. You know all blondes are dumb, and this one's no different. I know from all the misadventures that Trunks made me go through with her."
Krillin frowned at Veggie face. "Hush Vegeta. She may know something." Then he turned back to the android and continued to question her. Vegeta just frowned and thought about Bulma to ease his mind. Bulma . . . She was so pretty and nice- well, sometimes nice. And she was probably crying over him right now, crying in that annoying voice that Vegeta wished she hadn't been born with.
******PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING AUTHOR'S NOTE, IT'S IMPORTANT!!*******
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Didja like this chapter? By the way, I just got flamed horribly and it hurt my feelings! The person said she wasn't flaming, but . . . I took it the wrong way. It made me think that even though I tried to make this story better along the way I only succeded in making it worse. I'm sorry if I did. Please, If you're going to flame me from now on, keep your unkind words to yourself and save me a night awake and writer's block.
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P.S- Next time, Cell gets killed. And by the way I'm making plans for another story right now, one that's going to be a romance/ humor or a drama/humor. In this story, a female saiyan in which Vegeta was betrothed to as a child comes back, but she's not evil. That is until she sees Vegeta, and remembers how much she used to love him as a child. But, Vegeta's married to Bulma and has a baby son, but she still asks him to marry her like old plans anyway.
Well, when Vegeta was a child he was very fond of her, but not anymore. He's found Bulma, so he declines her and gos home with Bulma. So, furious, the female saiyan (I think her name will be Mura) kidnaps Vegeta in the middle of the night to get him to marry her. However, Vegeta gos through this miserable torture and thinks about Bulma along the way, and won't go to Mura.
Meanwhile, Bulma is hysterical with grief, so she calls Goku. Goku brings Bulma, #18 and Chi-Chi together as a team, (This part will play sort of like a funny knock-off of Charlie's Angels, but Vegeta is the main story) and they go off to find Vegeta and free him of Mura's clutches.
However, Mura, being stronger than Vegeta and Goku, threatens to kill Vegeta if they get him out. So Goku works out a deal. Vegeta gos with Mura for one day and one night, and if he decides to go with her, he gos with her. If he decides to go with Bulma, he gos with Bulma. This turns out to be a hard choice for Vegeta, who has started to find his old feelings for Mura again.
Isn't it quite obvious who Vegeta will choose . . . Or NOT. This will make the ending of the story, and it's a B/V, so you probably already know. I can guarantee you it'll be a good one though, of course it may cause me to get a bit slower on updating for this story. If you have any problems or revisions to my new story's plans, please email me them and if I use them I'll give you credit for the story! ^_^
HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS!! (Or if you're reading this after christmas, just pretend I said it before. ^_^)
