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The One You Choose chap 3: smiles and tears.
"Let go of me!!" the shriek echoed though thre halls of the secret medical facility. 62 security guards tried to get the angry saya-jin female under control. "LET GO!!" A blast of energy sent the guards into the walls, some even went through the wall into the next room. Angel smirked, getting up off of the floor, she winced at the pain that shot up her spine. 'This is exactly the reason I hate doctors. They do more damage than good.'she thought. 'Now, how do I get out of here? I already tried a ki blast. The walls were designed to withstand them. Then those stupid morons came in and tried to stop me. Oh well, guess I should do it the old fashion way.'she shrugged her shoulders. She found the door behind some of the morons and left the room. 'As she quietly and secretly walked down the desolate hallways thoughts raced though her head. 'Project Apocalips? I know I'm powerful, but why would the need me to conquer the universe. Is it because of the power Vegeta told me never to let Freiza know about? Gods of Vegeta- sei I'm so tired and confused. I just need to get back to Vegeta. He'll help me with this.'
Angel heard rushed footsteps from around the upcoming corner. "Kuso." Angel hissed underneath her breath. "We sent 62 guards to gain control of her, we haven't gotten a report in 10 minutes." she heard as she looked around for a way to escape. She heard the all too familiar sound of flesh connecting with flesh in a bone cracking punch. "Fool! Angelis is a Saiya- jin! She lives to become stronger, it would take almost a quarter of our army to even make her break a sweat! Send our best men to find her and bring her to me so that we can begin the brain-washing prosess, don't forget the ki represser. If we lose her, we won't be able to get Vegeta to trust her again. We need the two of them to bring terror to the universe once again. We will have the universe in the palms of our hands. But it will only work if we have her!" An oddly familiar voice barked from around the corner. 'No.....they're going to use me against Vegeta. Bakayaros!! I'll teach them not to minipulate feelings towards my prince. Vegeta.' An undiscribable rage formed in the pit of her stomach. She strode out around the corner, only to come face to face with..............................
*Vegeta.* Vegeta stopped mid-kick. He growled in frustration. It had been a week since the last call. Since then Vegeta had come to a conclusion that he was being called by means of telepathy. But from who? He had tried to reach out with his mind to get in contact with the caller, but there was never anyone there.
Vegeta ignored the gravity and quickly sat on the floor. He reached out with his mind and caught a retreating mental signal. He managed to go farther into his sub-conscienceness so he could get a better lock onto the signal. He began getting snibits of the strangers thoughts.
Whoever it was, was in a panick. The persons thoughts were angry, scared, and confused. *It can't be..... he's suposed to be dead! Vegeta and I killed him on a purging mission.* At the sound of his name he reached out to her in words. *Who are you?!* Vegeta barked mentally. *What the....Vegeta?* The person responded. *Answer me!!* Vegeta growled. *It's me. Angel.* Angel responed. *Angel?! Where are you? Why have you been calling me?* Vegeta asked in a confusion of questions. *Look, I'll explain later. I have to ge-* The teleapathic signal suddenly died. *Angel?! Angel?!* Vegeta reached out as far as he could before he came to a mental wall. He tried to get around, but to no avail. Vegeta snapped out of his sub-consciencesness. He stood up and turned off the gravity. He was now extremly disturbed at a how fast the message had been cut short. He opened the G.R. door and walked out.
"Oh, Vegeta dear! So nice to see you out of the Gravity Chamber! Lunch is still cooking in the oven though!" Bulma's percky mother said from the back patio, waiting for the food to finish cooking. Vegeta grunted and took off into the sky so he could find a secluded spot on the "mudball planet." "Oh my, well he left in a hurry. I wonder why." Bunni looked up at the sky. "Oh well."
Bulma stepped out onto her balcony just in time to see Vegeta speed away from her house to Kami knows where. 'I wonder where he's going.' Bulma shook her head. 'Why do I even care. At least he's out of the house. I won't have to deal with his demands and vile tounge.' she sat down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. 'Why? Why? Why do I feel so attached to Vegeta all of a sudden? Maybe I should call Yamcha. Yea that'll get my mind of things.' Bulma got off of her bed and walked over to the phone on her dresser. She picked the phone up and dialed Yamcha's phone number. It ringed twice when someone picked up the phone. "Hello?" a female voice asked. "Um... can I talk to Yamcha?" Bulma asked arching an eyebrow. "No, he's in the shower with my sister." the female giggled. "Um.....ok." Bulma said in complete shock. She hung the phone up still in a state of shock.
She stood in the same spot for a few minutes before reality struck her. "WHAT???!!!" Bulma shreiked. Bulma stormed out of Capule Corp. building. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule. She pressed the button and threw the capsule down to release her car. She climbed in and sped over to Yamcha's apartment. When she reached his floor she stormed over to his apartment door and used her key to open the door. The woman who probably talked to her on the phone was on Yamcha's bed wrapped up in his sheets. "YAMCHA!!!!" Bulma roared. There was a sudden sound of water stopping and wet steps on a tiled floor. The bathroom door opened and Yamcha came out wide-eyed and in a towel, a young brunette behind him. "Bulma.....its not what it looks like-" Bulma cut Yamcha off. "NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!!!" Bulma roared. "Bulma, are you going to believe what you see or what I tell you"(quote taken from the motion picture "CHICAGO." I take no credit for this quote. It didn't include "Bulma" though. Don't sue!) "WHAT?!" Bulma grabbed a picture of herself and Yamcha and chucked it twoards his head, it missed though. "ITS OVER!!!!!!!" Bulma ran out of the apartment and jumped into her car. She drove home and ran upstairs to her room. She layed down on her bed and sobbed. "I HATE YOU!!" she screamed into her pillow.
"Well,well,well. If it isn't one of my favorite Little Saiya-jin Murderers." Laughed Prime Minister Jaka. "Jaka." Angel hissed. "Vegeta and I killed you." "No, but you almost did. I had to undergo many, many intense surgerys to get back like this." Jaka smirked at her. "You know that Freiza ordered us to purge your planet, we didn't do it by choice. Please don't take your anger out on Vegeta and me. It wasn't our choice." Angel said lowering her head. She just could lash out in anger at someone she had once trusted. "Liar! You purged my planet because some of our population knew of your and Vegeta's relationship." Jaka seethed. "No! We didn't mind that you knew. We knew we could trust your people, since we had a freindly relationship with your people. It was a relief to have people know of our relationship. Keeping it a secret was a weight on our shoulders. Please...don't punish us for Freiza's crimes." Angel cried out in protest. "I don't and probably will never believe you...seize her!!" He suddenly commanded. Angel sensed 8 precenses behind her and she phased out of the way. "Please try and believe me." Angel phased in behind him. "No. I will rule the universe and you and Vegeta will earn that power for me." Jaka hissed.
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A.D. :: laughs evily and walks away from an unconscience Vegeta::
Vegeta: ::Wakes up and rubs eyes. Looks down.:: WHAT THE??!! AHHHH!!!!
Vegeta jumps up and looks down in horror at the bright pink ballerina outfit with the frilly tutu.
Vegeta: A.D. what have you done to me?! :: walks over to A.D.::
A.D. :: You got what you deserved. Hmph. ::Goes over to computer chair.::
Vegeta: What is wrong with you. you're usually more......spunky.
A.D.: I'm sick! I'm not "spunky" when I'm sick! Leave me alone!!
The One You Choose chap 3: smiles and tears.
"Let go of me!!" the shriek echoed though thre halls of the secret medical facility. 62 security guards tried to get the angry saya-jin female under control. "LET GO!!" A blast of energy sent the guards into the walls, some even went through the wall into the next room. Angel smirked, getting up off of the floor, she winced at the pain that shot up her spine. 'This is exactly the reason I hate doctors. They do more damage than good.'she thought. 'Now, how do I get out of here? I already tried a ki blast. The walls were designed to withstand them. Then those stupid morons came in and tried to stop me. Oh well, guess I should do it the old fashion way.'she shrugged her shoulders. She found the door behind some of the morons and left the room. 'As she quietly and secretly walked down the desolate hallways thoughts raced though her head. 'Project Apocalips? I know I'm powerful, but why would the need me to conquer the universe. Is it because of the power Vegeta told me never to let Freiza know about? Gods of Vegeta- sei I'm so tired and confused. I just need to get back to Vegeta. He'll help me with this.'
Angel heard rushed footsteps from around the upcoming corner. "Kuso." Angel hissed underneath her breath. "We sent 62 guards to gain control of her, we haven't gotten a report in 10 minutes." she heard as she looked around for a way to escape. She heard the all too familiar sound of flesh connecting with flesh in a bone cracking punch. "Fool! Angelis is a Saiya- jin! She lives to become stronger, it would take almost a quarter of our army to even make her break a sweat! Send our best men to find her and bring her to me so that we can begin the brain-washing prosess, don't forget the ki represser. If we lose her, we won't be able to get Vegeta to trust her again. We need the two of them to bring terror to the universe once again. We will have the universe in the palms of our hands. But it will only work if we have her!" An oddly familiar voice barked from around the corner. 'No.....they're going to use me against Vegeta. Bakayaros!! I'll teach them not to minipulate feelings towards my prince. Vegeta.' An undiscribable rage formed in the pit of her stomach. She strode out around the corner, only to come face to face with..............................
*Vegeta.* Vegeta stopped mid-kick. He growled in frustration. It had been a week since the last call. Since then Vegeta had come to a conclusion that he was being called by means of telepathy. But from who? He had tried to reach out with his mind to get in contact with the caller, but there was never anyone there.
Vegeta ignored the gravity and quickly sat on the floor. He reached out with his mind and caught a retreating mental signal. He managed to go farther into his sub-conscienceness so he could get a better lock onto the signal. He began getting snibits of the strangers thoughts.
Whoever it was, was in a panick. The persons thoughts were angry, scared, and confused. *It can't be..... he's suposed to be dead! Vegeta and I killed him on a purging mission.* At the sound of his name he reached out to her in words. *Who are you?!* Vegeta barked mentally. *What the....Vegeta?* The person responded. *Answer me!!* Vegeta growled. *It's me. Angel.* Angel responed. *Angel?! Where are you? Why have you been calling me?* Vegeta asked in a confusion of questions. *Look, I'll explain later. I have to ge-* The teleapathic signal suddenly died. *Angel?! Angel?!* Vegeta reached out as far as he could before he came to a mental wall. He tried to get around, but to no avail. Vegeta snapped out of his sub-consciencesness. He stood up and turned off the gravity. He was now extremly disturbed at a how fast the message had been cut short. He opened the G.R. door and walked out.
"Oh, Vegeta dear! So nice to see you out of the Gravity Chamber! Lunch is still cooking in the oven though!" Bulma's percky mother said from the back patio, waiting for the food to finish cooking. Vegeta grunted and took off into the sky so he could find a secluded spot on the "mudball planet." "Oh my, well he left in a hurry. I wonder why." Bunni looked up at the sky. "Oh well."
Bulma stepped out onto her balcony just in time to see Vegeta speed away from her house to Kami knows where. 'I wonder where he's going.' Bulma shook her head. 'Why do I even care. At least he's out of the house. I won't have to deal with his demands and vile tounge.' she sat down on her bed and looked up at the ceiling. 'Why? Why? Why do I feel so attached to Vegeta all of a sudden? Maybe I should call Yamcha. Yea that'll get my mind of things.' Bulma got off of her bed and walked over to the phone on her dresser. She picked the phone up and dialed Yamcha's phone number. It ringed twice when someone picked up the phone. "Hello?" a female voice asked. "Um... can I talk to Yamcha?" Bulma asked arching an eyebrow. "No, he's in the shower with my sister." the female giggled. "Um.....ok." Bulma said in complete shock. She hung the phone up still in a state of shock.
She stood in the same spot for a few minutes before reality struck her. "WHAT???!!!" Bulma shreiked. Bulma stormed out of Capule Corp. building. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule. She pressed the button and threw the capsule down to release her car. She climbed in and sped over to Yamcha's apartment. When she reached his floor she stormed over to his apartment door and used her key to open the door. The woman who probably talked to her on the phone was on Yamcha's bed wrapped up in his sheets. "YAMCHA!!!!" Bulma roared. There was a sudden sound of water stopping and wet steps on a tiled floor. The bathroom door opened and Yamcha came out wide-eyed and in a towel, a young brunette behind him. "Bulma.....its not what it looks like-" Bulma cut Yamcha off. "NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!!!" Bulma roared. "Bulma, are you going to believe what you see or what I tell you"(quote taken from the motion picture "CHICAGO." I take no credit for this quote. It didn't include "Bulma" though. Don't sue!) "WHAT?!" Bulma grabbed a picture of herself and Yamcha and chucked it twoards his head, it missed though. "ITS OVER!!!!!!!" Bulma ran out of the apartment and jumped into her car. She drove home and ran upstairs to her room. She layed down on her bed and sobbed. "I HATE YOU!!" she screamed into her pillow.
"Well,well,well. If it isn't one of my favorite Little Saiya-jin Murderers." Laughed Prime Minister Jaka. "Jaka." Angel hissed. "Vegeta and I killed you." "No, but you almost did. I had to undergo many, many intense surgerys to get back like this." Jaka smirked at her. "You know that Freiza ordered us to purge your planet, we didn't do it by choice. Please don't take your anger out on Vegeta and me. It wasn't our choice." Angel said lowering her head. She just could lash out in anger at someone she had once trusted. "Liar! You purged my planet because some of our population knew of your and Vegeta's relationship." Jaka seethed. "No! We didn't mind that you knew. We knew we could trust your people, since we had a freindly relationship with your people. It was a relief to have people know of our relationship. Keeping it a secret was a weight on our shoulders. Please...don't punish us for Freiza's crimes." Angel cried out in protest. "I don't and probably will never believe you...seize her!!" He suddenly commanded. Angel sensed 8 precenses behind her and she phased out of the way. "Please try and believe me." Angel phased in behind him. "No. I will rule the universe and you and Vegeta will earn that power for me." Jaka hissed.
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A.D. :: laughs evily and walks away from an unconscience Vegeta::
Vegeta: ::Wakes up and rubs eyes. Looks down.:: WHAT THE??!! AHHHH!!!!
Vegeta jumps up and looks down in horror at the bright pink ballerina outfit with the frilly tutu.
Vegeta: A.D. what have you done to me?! :: walks over to A.D.::
A.D. :: You got what you deserved. Hmph. ::Goes over to computer chair.::
Vegeta: What is wrong with you. you're usually more......spunky.
A.D.: I'm sick! I'm not "spunky" when I'm sick! Leave me alone!!