Visions

Disclaimer: I'm not perfect, nor am I Japanese. I'm not rich, so suing me is kind of pointless.

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: Mia Skywalker for Beta'ing!

Chapter One: Zarbon's Defeat

Vejiita no Ouji struggled to stay conscious as he typed furiously into his small one-man pod's controls. He plotted a course to the nearest planet controlled by Furiza. 'I was defeated... By one of my own!' He glared angrily through the pain-filled haze. He hurt, but pain was definitely something he had become accustomed to. One did not survive Furiza's army and training without an incredible tolerance to pain.

He replayed the defeat on Earth repeatedly as his ship began its journey to Furiza #79. He couldn't understand how those softhearted, weak-willed morons could defeat someone of his caliber. He had trained all his life. He had been flinging ki blasts and flying since before he could walk! He had been training for as long as he could remember. He was a master of technique and skill, the perfect warrior. And he had been defeated by a third class, brain-damaged fool who hadn't even realized he was Saiyajin until a year ago!

He wished they had killed him. To be spared was the ultimate humiliation. Of course, it would also be their downfall. He chuckled almost inaudibly. Yes, it would definitely be their undoing. Because he'd be back, stronger and better than ever. And he would destroy the damn planet, the weak human, and the third-class Saiyajin who had attacked him where it hurt the most.

His pride and his tail.

His wounds were nothing he couldn't deal with. He was used to being beaten within an inch of his life, although Furiza had learned very fast not to do that too often. Not with the Saiyajin habit of becoming increasingly powerful after each beating and defeat. No, the wounds didn't matter. Those *worthless fools* had hit him where it *really* counted, his damn pride and his heritage. His beautiful tail, severed from him. Gone. That damaged him the most. He had a sharp pain shooting straight up his back, the wound more agonizing than any he had ever felt. Even his defeat wouldn't have battered his pride as much, if only his tail were still intact. The fools just had to remove one of the few signs of his heritage he had left. They had to hit the one thing he had left of his race. His beautiful tail...

He hoped it would grow back soon… He felt so incomplete without it. It was probably stupid for a warrior of his caliber to be worrying about such a thing, but it was his tail! A sign of his nearly extinct race! When he found the fool responsible…

Snarling, he fought the blackness that clouded his vision. He would have revenge for his battered pride, for his lost tail. He would destroy them all. Every last Chikyuu-jin would die by his hands, and then the fool Saiyajin would follow his adopted people. He would make sure of that.

Then the blackness overwhelmed him and he fell into blissful oblivion.

~~~

Vejiita suddenly found himself surrounded by an almost familiar black emptiness. He glanced around disinterested, the familiar scowl on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest, and glared around the empty darkness. He remembered a dream like this before when he had been a child. Vaguely. He couldn't remember anything but the blackness, but he didn't care.

He hated dreams. And the hatred grew as he came to know them very, very well while serving as Furiza's exterminator. He remembered the unvarying nightmares of his tortures by the Ice-jin's hands. The souls of the innocents he killed haunted his dreams quite often. Punishment for his evil deeds, some would say. He didn't care. He felt nothing when they cursed and clawed at him in his slumbering world. He had learned at a young age to block it out of his mind. Nightmares and dreams were weaknesses. Harmless dreams were nothing for a Saiyajin warrior to fear, not when his waking world was much more frightening.

"Vejiita," a soft voice whispered to him from behind.

Swinging around in alarm, he snarled at the figure. The woman stood before him, completely unafraid, a small mysterious smile on her perfect face. Her aqua-blue hair framed her lovely face, and was held only by a white headband. He stared at her, his frown still apparent, as he took in her slender curves that her clothing did nothing to hide. He felt an incredible urge to touch her.

"You are familiar," he stated gruffly.

She nodded and gave him a slight giggle. "I would think so, Vejiita."

"Do not address me as such, Onna. Who are you? Why are you in my dream?"

She wagged a finger at him playfully and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Vejiita, but you will find out soon enough."

Rolling his eyes, he released a snort. "What do you want?"

She shrugged and stared at him. "Nothing."

"Then what the fuck are you bugging me for?" he demanded angrily.

Her lighthearted gaze suddenly turned serious and sad. "You have changed, Vejiita. More than I thought you would. Even as an angry little boy, you were not this cold. Was life with Furiza so bad for you?"

"That," he growled, "is none of your business, Onna. Leave me alone."

She shook her head, sighing. "It's almost time for you to wake up anyway, Vejiita." She smiled softly at him, walking towards the instantly guarded Saiyajin. When she was only a breath away from him, she stopped. "Remember, Vejiita," she whispered and then she disappeared.

~~~

Snapping his eyes open, Vejiita glanced around cautiously. Recognizing the memorable medical room on Furiza #79, he relaxed marginally and stood up from the rejuvenation tank, paying absolutely no attention to his nudity.

He glared at the doctor angrily, and after blasting himself out of the rejuvenation tank, he stalked towards the new armor that awaited him on the table. "Where is Furiza?" he demanded.

The physician blinked. "You cannot go after Furiza, Vejiita. It would be suicide." He paused. "What exactly happened on Earth, Vejiita? If you hadn't been wearing your protective gear, you wouldn't have survived. It's amazing you did as it is."

Vejiita snorted, pulling on his white gloves.

"You cannot defeat Furiza, Vejiita," the surgeon began, only to have Vejiita's humorless laugh cut him off.

"You had better prepare yourselves, because Furiza will soon be checking in," he stated arrogantly, walking out of the room.

The doctor called after the Saiyajin, "Vejiita! You forgot your scouter!"

"Keep it. I won't be needing it," he stated walking out, heading for his pod once again. Running into Kui, he quickly found out that Furiza was headed to Namek.

For the Dragonballs.

Vejiita snarled and ran towards the landing pads. 'Revenge on Kakarotto will have to wait. Furiza comes first. He must not make that wish!' He grabbed his scouter on the way out and flew into his pod, plotting a course for Namek.

Then he took off.

~~~

Buruma made an odd little choking growl in her throat and threw the large chip she had been working on across the cave. "Damn it! I hate this! I hate this planet, I hate waiting, and I hate being forgotten! How the hell did I get talked into this?"

Cursing Kuririn, Gohan, and Son-kun, she engrossed herself into her work again to stave off the boredom. And the fear that she didn't want to admit, even to herself. She was, after all, stuck on a strange planet with the homicidal maniac known as Vejiita flying around somewhere, an even more powerful monster out there, and here she was left alone, defenseless and weak.

Cursing her friends again for abandoning her, she growled and stood up. Digging around in her pockets, she pulled out her white capsule case and picked out one, clicking it and throwing it into a large space on the ground. After a small explosion and a puff of smoke, her familiar capsule house stood there. Why should she make herself miserable when she had the damn capsules? After all, if she were going to die, she might as well be comfortable beforehand.

Dragging all her possessions into the house, she set herself up for a long wait.

~~~

A half a day later, Buruma was left alone once again. Kuririn had taken the little Namek-jin child to see the Eldest a few hours ago, and Gohan had decided to check out the newly destroyed village a few miles away. And they had left her alone and defenseless. Again!

She paced over the ground angrily, waiting for the boys to show up. Because of her preoccupation, she was nearly startled into a heart attack when Kuririn showed up not moments later. "Hey, Buruma-san," he greeted happily, hugging the gigantic dragonball to his chest.

Turning to him suddenly, she opened her mouth to scream at him when she caught sight of the huge ball. "It's huge!"

He nodded. "Yes. Anyway, Buruma-san, you shouldn't be out in the open like this, not with Vejiita-"

"You called?" a voice sneered from above the pair, who snapped their heads up to gape at the newcomer. Vejiita was hovering above the two humans, a satisfied smirk on his face as he took in the sight of the large dragonball in the short, bald man's arms. "Ah, thanks, baldy. I was looking for that," he stated arrogantly, chuckling as the short monk moved the ball protectively to his side. Vejiita landed softly in front of Kuririn, grinning evilly.

"Hi, Vejiita," Kuririn greeted nervously, backing up towards Buruma, both were watching the Saiyajin no Ouji fearfully.

Vejiita smirked, not even taking notice of the female. "Thanks for finding the dragonball for me, fool. I appreciate it, really," he mocked, advancing towards the short human.

Buruma suddenly gasped and stumbled over a rock, and landed on her rear with a soft thud. That finally attracted Vejiita's attention, and he glanced behind Kuririn at her. Her eyes were locked fearfully on his, which widened slightly in recognition and shock. His dream came rushing into his mind immediately as her wide blue eyes continued to stare at him. He immediately didn't like that fearful look on her. And it was completely absurd.

He frowned slightly, tearing his eyes away from her to glare at the bald man in front of him. He opened his mouth to demand the dragonball when he felt a familiar ki arrive. He snapped his mouth shut and looked up out of the corner of his eye, smirking again. "Ah, company," he said instead, turning around to face the pretty warrior.

"Vejiita," Zarbon hissed.

"Zarbon, how nice to see you again," Vejiita sneered.

"...Maybe the handsome green man is here to save us?" Vejiita's sensitive hearing picked up from behind him. He felt an odd thump in his chest, but dismissed it. However, he did glance behind him, muttering about silly females.

"Friends of yours, Vejiita?" Zarbon asked, eyeing both humans hungrily. His gaze then fell to the dragonball in the short man's arms. "Ah, Furiza will be pleased. Tell me where the others are, Vejiita, and maybe I'll make your death less painful."

Snorting, Vejiita crossed his arms. "Fuck you, Zarbon." Smirking, Vejiita threw his head back and laughed cruelly. "You forget a Saiyajin's strength increases after every battle, every punch, and every wound. Why don't you transform again, Zarbon? Because you don't have a chance otherwise," he taunted. 'And that fool female can see for herself what her 'savior' really is.'

Zarbon snarled at him, but did transform, his muscles bulging, his face contorting hideously, and within moments, the monster Zarbon truly was stood before him. Vejiita laughed outright at the female's disgusted scream, strangely amused by it.

He continued chuckling as Zarbon launched his hideous ass at him, and dodged the punches and kicks effortlessly, spewing out insults without thought. Zarbon was getting more furious with each missed jab and kick. He finally switched to ki and launched a blast towards Vejiita at point blank range.

Vejiita chuckled and swatted it away effortlessly. "Nice try," he taunted, glancing out of the corner of his eye, a movement distracting him. He saw the bald Chikyuu-jin and the beautiful female trying to sneak away with the dragonball. 'Now, now, I cannot have that. I need that ball... Possessing the female would not hurt, either.'

He moved his hand towards their direction without looking, and released a blast at the rocks just in front of them. He could feel their fear when they gaped at him. "Don't even think about it," he warned, his attention still riveted on the ugly Zarbon in front of him.

"Furiza wants you dead, monkey!" Zarbon spat, earning himself a vicious glare from the Saiyajin. "He wants those dragonballs you stole from him, Vejiita. And I have been ordered to kill you. But I could be persuaded to let you live, if you just give me those balls."

Vejiita chuckled softly. "There is no way you can defeat me, Zarbon," he stated, suddenly taking the offensive and flying towards Zarbon, kneeing him in the stomach once and then kicking him high into the air. He flared his ki and shot up into the air ahead of Zarbon, and with a two-handed fist sent him flying back towards the ground. The green man landed hard, sending up a small dust cloud.

Smirking, Vejiita powered up, "You're dead, Zarbon."

"No, Vejiita! We could team up-"

Vejiita laughed aloud, still raising his ki. "Right, Zarbon. Do not hold your breath," he sneered, and with that launched his ki blast straight at the incapacitated warrior.

Zarbon's eyes widened fearfully as he watched the blast head towards him. That was the last thing he saw before he was sent into the Other World with a deafening explosion.

~~~

AN: I know I skipped many parts, but come on, you all know what happens there anyway! *Sighs* ALSO! That action scene up there is my very first. -_- I need to practice action so... *hee* Tell me how badly it sucks, k?

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