CHAPTER 1 – Take me Home (for Infinite Losers)
Everything was gone. He heard, saw and felt nothing.
Vegeta has been through this before. He knew this route. The feeling sunk in and it sickened him. A small part of him had hoped he could have pulled this off without killing himself. 'So be it.' The proverb echoed in his thoughts. The mighty Prince of Saiyans was dead. At least an escort would have been nice; after all, he had destroyed that pink menace, Majin Buu. Then it occurred to him maybe that's who the figure was that appeared before he released his final attack. 'Feh, what bad timing.'
If Vegeta had the means to, he would have laughed out loud. 'I fried my ride!' He didn't know what was coming over him. The yaro (bastard) that he was- had found a sense humor. It was a shame he had to die to find it. It amused him further to think he had obliterated a celestial being. That certainly wouldn't earn him any points with King Yama, Overseer of the Afterworlds. Well, it certainly wasn't his intention to fry the tako (stupid jerk).
'Damn it. What was I thinking?! The one time I forsake myself for others, where does it get me? A one way ticket to HFIL! But is it one way?'
There were the dragon balls. Could he be wished back again? 'Humph.' Not likely. What he did at the world tournament should have turned even Bulma away from him. 'All those innocent people...OH NO! I'm doing it again!' He went through this crap the last time he died.
"HEAR ME KING YAMA?!! Don't think I'm going to stroll down my life's memory lane just to squat in a pool of regrets! I've been there, and it stinks! You can just forget it!"
"Of course, it stinks; you're the one who created it."
"Where are you?! Show yourself Guardian!" Vegeta wanted to spit. And he did just that. Suddenly he found himself surround by walls. He stood frozen for a second, staring at the wet blotch he had made on the marble floor. Then slowly, he looked down at his own hands. He brought them up to get a closer look, turning them over several times in disbelief. 'What the..?' A smile appeared upon his face. He had kept his body. Righting his regal stature, the Prince crossed his arms and rudely called out to King Yama,
"I suspect you'll want a thank you for this!" He would not get it, not from this Saiyan.
"Now, be a good little prince and wait your turn, I'm very busy right now."
'He will regret that "little" remark.' With a grunt, Vegeta began to examine his surroundings. The room was fairly large and square. There were no windows only a single door to the left of him. All the walls were painted red with a white ceiling. The Prince took a closer look at the ceiling. It seemed to be luminary. His gaze returned to eye level and noted that the room otherwise was bare. He turned round to verify this only to discover that he was not alone.
There was someone else with him. His back was facing the Prince with his head tilted to the side. Long black hair cascaded down in an unruly manner except for a single tie which must have held the locks from the person's face. The warrior's apparel was oddly familiar with half of the body covered in armor.
"Hey you!" Puzzled by no response, Vegeta unfolded his arms and began to walk over to the stranger. His eyes narrowed at something twitching behind him.
"What? A tail! Are you Saiyan? Baka (stupid), answer me!" The Prince rushed around to face and confront the stranger. It appeared that the warrior was in a trance of some sort. Vegeta was struck by another discovery and stepped back. His mouth began to drop open, but he willed it shut.
"Damn, a female Saiyan!" He had to blink twice. "Dende, it's been eons since I last set eyes on such a creature." He stepped back to get a better look at her. The armor and boots were definitely Saiyan but the full under-suit was a bit strange. It was dark gray, almost black, and held a reflecting quality.
Various expressions consistently graced her face. She wasn't bad looking by Saiyan standards. He moved closer to study her. "Taking a little stroll?" Vegeta whispered. She was deep in her own memories. Every so often, the Prince would hear the female mutter comments. One stood out and was repeated more than once. "For my people..." He smirked. The onna (woman) was justifying her sins.
"Wake up Saiyan!"
She grimaced as if his voice left her with a bad taste. "Vegeta, no..."
Vegeta took a step back and SLAP. "Wake up! Your Prince commands it!"
The warrior's eyes shot open, regarded the Prince for a moment then began scanning the room. She had recognized him immediately but her surroundings were a mystery.
"Where are we?"
"You are in a room, most likely, in King Yama's palace. Who are you?"
She looked back at Vegeta. "Sen."
"Sen what?!"
"That's my name."
It was then he took notice of her eyes. They were the color of slate! "You are no Saiyan!"
"Guess again, my Prince," she said with a devious grin.
Following his own instincts (actions spoke louder then words); Vegeta lunged at the warrior slamming her against the wall. He pinned her neck with his right arm; his left hand pressed open against her abdomen and energy began to emanate from his palm.
Unable to move, Sen gaped at the Prince, their eyes almost level with each other. Then she turned her head. She wasn't ready for a confrontation. If Sen acted submissive, he may back down.
Vegeta glared at his captive. When she looked away, one side of his mouth slowly curled upward. He had her now. His face drew close to hers as he spoke. "You fool. Who do you take me for? Do not toy with me, onna! Reveal yourself or I will obliterate you from existence."
"You'll have to kill me first....Sire."
"What?" Apparently, the creature didn't know she was dead. He laughed.
Surprised by Vegeta's reaction, Sen looked back at the Prince, determined to find out what was so funny.
"It would seem that someone has already taken care of that detail," glancing up as he spoke.
Her eyes followed his and she caught sight of a golden ring floating above Vegeta's head. Then it struck her. Sen jerked her head up and tried to get a better look at the ring that hovered over her. At that, she sucked in her breath and the memory of her short time on Earth replayed it's self.
Thoroughly entertained by the onna, Vegeta's anger left him and he abandoned the energy attack. That was not the case for Sen. What she felt exploded in a sudden release of ki which pushed her and Vegeta back several meters. With her fists balled at her sides, Sen cried out, expelling more energy. The vibration affected the ceiling, creating waves in the white glowing substance.
This had to stop. Vegeta knew the onna's outbreak would not rest well with King Yama and until he clarified his status here, he would try to maintain the peace. In a flash, he was behind her and put the warrior in restraining hold. Sen continued to power up, so Vegeta flew her face down onto the floor. The force cracked the marble and it stopped Sen's wrath. Objects from her person rolled to the side.
"How could you?! You're a murderer!"
"Yes. To each his own. You're learning, onna, but I have yet to learn from you. This is very un- Saiyan of you. You should know better than to disobey me."
"Why should I, when you have only given me death?"
"A misconception. I am not your killer, onna."
"You killed me with that pink creature."
"Eh? So, that was you that tried to crash our little party?" He chuckled. "Well Sen, you were not invited. You have only yourself to blame."
Sen struggled with her captor. "Get off me!" She knew she was no match for him physically but she would find some way to teach the bastard who he was dealing with. The Saiyan Prince thought otherwise.
"Enough, I want answers now!" Vegeta pulled back the warrior's arms and applied pressure to the base of her tail with his knee. Sen hissed through her clenched teeth. Her eyes began to water as the pain increased. Frantically, Sen searched for an escape. She spied her things spilled upon the floor and got an idea. With her command, one of the objects rose. The seamless pearl looking sphere hovered before her eyes. Sen continued to give the object instructions in another language. It sounded familiar but Vegeta did not understand it. Both watched as the golf ball sized orb began to spin. A horizontal slit appeared in the center and a beam of blue light shot out. The upper half split vertically and a second beam escaped. The beams moved up/down and back/forth over the Saiyans bodies.
"What is that thing?"
"Get off me or I will be forced to show you."
Vegeta considered the object and laughed at the absurdity of her threat. "You are in no position to negotiate, onna."
"Watch me...ehl dullus zanea Vegeta!" She hissed. The beams instantly came together and pointed at the Prince's pelvis. The lower outer shell of the orb revolved inside itself to expose a cluster of slender metal prongs which snapped into place from the upper half. "This was... (grimace) made special...for Saiyans like you." Sen was in agony now, her limbs were about to snap. The hovering sphere made its way around Vegeta, with the beam's point remaining on target.
As soon as, Vegeta lost sight of the thing, he jumped away from Sen and sent a small ki blast at the object. The sphere easily dodged his attack and advanced. It kept trying to get behind him. Vegeta would fly to and fro expelling ki blasts at the object but failed to hit the thing.
Now it was Sen's turn to smile. She stood up, picked up her things and put them back behind her chest plate. The warrior realigned the rest of her armor while keeping one eye on the Prince. She quickly moved aside as one of the blasts aimed at the orb almost hit her.
"You're making a mess of this place....you know that? Stop shooting at it. It doesn't want to kill you; it just wants to implant itself in your tail spot."
"WHAT?" Vegeta's eyes went wide with shock.
"Yeeesss, so it can evoke all kinds of sensations. Pleasure, sedation, hunger, erotica, and my personal favorite...pain. A neat little device, isn't it?"
Vegeta had stopped shooting and had backed himself into a corner. Now he was swatting at the thing as it tried to achieve its objective. Why couldn't he stop the damn thing? If that wasn't possible then... (His eyes narrowed as he visually locked onto Sen.) His hand went straight out in front him, extended with his palm aimed at the warrior.
"Die, Akumabito!" (Demon person)
Everything was gone. He heard, saw and felt nothing.
Vegeta has been through this before. He knew this route. The feeling sunk in and it sickened him. A small part of him had hoped he could have pulled this off without killing himself. 'So be it.' The proverb echoed in his thoughts. The mighty Prince of Saiyans was dead. At least an escort would have been nice; after all, he had destroyed that pink menace, Majin Buu. Then it occurred to him maybe that's who the figure was that appeared before he released his final attack. 'Feh, what bad timing.'
If Vegeta had the means to, he would have laughed out loud. 'I fried my ride!' He didn't know what was coming over him. The yaro (bastard) that he was- had found a sense humor. It was a shame he had to die to find it. It amused him further to think he had obliterated a celestial being. That certainly wouldn't earn him any points with King Yama, Overseer of the Afterworlds. Well, it certainly wasn't his intention to fry the tako (stupid jerk).
'Damn it. What was I thinking?! The one time I forsake myself for others, where does it get me? A one way ticket to HFIL! But is it one way?'
There were the dragon balls. Could he be wished back again? 'Humph.' Not likely. What he did at the world tournament should have turned even Bulma away from him. 'All those innocent people...OH NO! I'm doing it again!' He went through this crap the last time he died.
"HEAR ME KING YAMA?!! Don't think I'm going to stroll down my life's memory lane just to squat in a pool of regrets! I've been there, and it stinks! You can just forget it!"
"Of course, it stinks; you're the one who created it."
"Where are you?! Show yourself Guardian!" Vegeta wanted to spit. And he did just that. Suddenly he found himself surround by walls. He stood frozen for a second, staring at the wet blotch he had made on the marble floor. Then slowly, he looked down at his own hands. He brought them up to get a closer look, turning them over several times in disbelief. 'What the..?' A smile appeared upon his face. He had kept his body. Righting his regal stature, the Prince crossed his arms and rudely called out to King Yama,
"I suspect you'll want a thank you for this!" He would not get it, not from this Saiyan.
"Now, be a good little prince and wait your turn, I'm very busy right now."
'He will regret that "little" remark.' With a grunt, Vegeta began to examine his surroundings. The room was fairly large and square. There were no windows only a single door to the left of him. All the walls were painted red with a white ceiling. The Prince took a closer look at the ceiling. It seemed to be luminary. His gaze returned to eye level and noted that the room otherwise was bare. He turned round to verify this only to discover that he was not alone.
There was someone else with him. His back was facing the Prince with his head tilted to the side. Long black hair cascaded down in an unruly manner except for a single tie which must have held the locks from the person's face. The warrior's apparel was oddly familiar with half of the body covered in armor.
"Hey you!" Puzzled by no response, Vegeta unfolded his arms and began to walk over to the stranger. His eyes narrowed at something twitching behind him.
"What? A tail! Are you Saiyan? Baka (stupid), answer me!" The Prince rushed around to face and confront the stranger. It appeared that the warrior was in a trance of some sort. Vegeta was struck by another discovery and stepped back. His mouth began to drop open, but he willed it shut.
"Damn, a female Saiyan!" He had to blink twice. "Dende, it's been eons since I last set eyes on such a creature." He stepped back to get a better look at her. The armor and boots were definitely Saiyan but the full under-suit was a bit strange. It was dark gray, almost black, and held a reflecting quality.
Various expressions consistently graced her face. She wasn't bad looking by Saiyan standards. He moved closer to study her. "Taking a little stroll?" Vegeta whispered. She was deep in her own memories. Every so often, the Prince would hear the female mutter comments. One stood out and was repeated more than once. "For my people..." He smirked. The onna (woman) was justifying her sins.
"Wake up Saiyan!"
She grimaced as if his voice left her with a bad taste. "Vegeta, no..."
Vegeta took a step back and SLAP. "Wake up! Your Prince commands it!"
The warrior's eyes shot open, regarded the Prince for a moment then began scanning the room. She had recognized him immediately but her surroundings were a mystery.
"Where are we?"
"You are in a room, most likely, in King Yama's palace. Who are you?"
She looked back at Vegeta. "Sen."
"Sen what?!"
"That's my name."
It was then he took notice of her eyes. They were the color of slate! "You are no Saiyan!"
"Guess again, my Prince," she said with a devious grin.
Following his own instincts (actions spoke louder then words); Vegeta lunged at the warrior slamming her against the wall. He pinned her neck with his right arm; his left hand pressed open against her abdomen and energy began to emanate from his palm.
Unable to move, Sen gaped at the Prince, their eyes almost level with each other. Then she turned her head. She wasn't ready for a confrontation. If Sen acted submissive, he may back down.
Vegeta glared at his captive. When she looked away, one side of his mouth slowly curled upward. He had her now. His face drew close to hers as he spoke. "You fool. Who do you take me for? Do not toy with me, onna! Reveal yourself or I will obliterate you from existence."
"You'll have to kill me first....Sire."
"What?" Apparently, the creature didn't know she was dead. He laughed.
Surprised by Vegeta's reaction, Sen looked back at the Prince, determined to find out what was so funny.
"It would seem that someone has already taken care of that detail," glancing up as he spoke.
Her eyes followed his and she caught sight of a golden ring floating above Vegeta's head. Then it struck her. Sen jerked her head up and tried to get a better look at the ring that hovered over her. At that, she sucked in her breath and the memory of her short time on Earth replayed it's self.
Thoroughly entertained by the onna, Vegeta's anger left him and he abandoned the energy attack. That was not the case for Sen. What she felt exploded in a sudden release of ki which pushed her and Vegeta back several meters. With her fists balled at her sides, Sen cried out, expelling more energy. The vibration affected the ceiling, creating waves in the white glowing substance.
This had to stop. Vegeta knew the onna's outbreak would not rest well with King Yama and until he clarified his status here, he would try to maintain the peace. In a flash, he was behind her and put the warrior in restraining hold. Sen continued to power up, so Vegeta flew her face down onto the floor. The force cracked the marble and it stopped Sen's wrath. Objects from her person rolled to the side.
"How could you?! You're a murderer!"
"Yes. To each his own. You're learning, onna, but I have yet to learn from you. This is very un- Saiyan of you. You should know better than to disobey me."
"Why should I, when you have only given me death?"
"A misconception. I am not your killer, onna."
"You killed me with that pink creature."
"Eh? So, that was you that tried to crash our little party?" He chuckled. "Well Sen, you were not invited. You have only yourself to blame."
Sen struggled with her captor. "Get off me!" She knew she was no match for him physically but she would find some way to teach the bastard who he was dealing with. The Saiyan Prince thought otherwise.
"Enough, I want answers now!" Vegeta pulled back the warrior's arms and applied pressure to the base of her tail with his knee. Sen hissed through her clenched teeth. Her eyes began to water as the pain increased. Frantically, Sen searched for an escape. She spied her things spilled upon the floor and got an idea. With her command, one of the objects rose. The seamless pearl looking sphere hovered before her eyes. Sen continued to give the object instructions in another language. It sounded familiar but Vegeta did not understand it. Both watched as the golf ball sized orb began to spin. A horizontal slit appeared in the center and a beam of blue light shot out. The upper half split vertically and a second beam escaped. The beams moved up/down and back/forth over the Saiyans bodies.
"What is that thing?"
"Get off me or I will be forced to show you."
Vegeta considered the object and laughed at the absurdity of her threat. "You are in no position to negotiate, onna."
"Watch me...ehl dullus zanea Vegeta!" She hissed. The beams instantly came together and pointed at the Prince's pelvis. The lower outer shell of the orb revolved inside itself to expose a cluster of slender metal prongs which snapped into place from the upper half. "This was... (grimace) made special...for Saiyans like you." Sen was in agony now, her limbs were about to snap. The hovering sphere made its way around Vegeta, with the beam's point remaining on target.
As soon as, Vegeta lost sight of the thing, he jumped away from Sen and sent a small ki blast at the object. The sphere easily dodged his attack and advanced. It kept trying to get behind him. Vegeta would fly to and fro expelling ki blasts at the object but failed to hit the thing.
Now it was Sen's turn to smile. She stood up, picked up her things and put them back behind her chest plate. The warrior realigned the rest of her armor while keeping one eye on the Prince. She quickly moved aside as one of the blasts aimed at the orb almost hit her.
"You're making a mess of this place....you know that? Stop shooting at it. It doesn't want to kill you; it just wants to implant itself in your tail spot."
"WHAT?" Vegeta's eyes went wide with shock.
"Yeeesss, so it can evoke all kinds of sensations. Pleasure, sedation, hunger, erotica, and my personal favorite...pain. A neat little device, isn't it?"
Vegeta had stopped shooting and had backed himself into a corner. Now he was swatting at the thing as it tried to achieve its objective. Why couldn't he stop the damn thing? If that wasn't possible then... (His eyes narrowed as he visually locked onto Sen.) His hand went straight out in front him, extended with his palm aimed at the warrior.
"Die, Akumabito!" (Demon person)