Memories Resurfaced Ch.11
Note: Hello again, loyal readers! Yeah, I know, I take too long to post chapters. I type really fast, but I procrastinate quite a bit, if that makes a good apology...Well, enjoy the chapter of fun in the sun between our favorite couple (or at least my favorite couple).
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The sun shone brightly upon the sand, making it sparkle just right. It snaked across the deep blue water of the ocean and onto many happy entities enjoying their time on the beach.
The captain of the ship turned to see our new arrivals to the happy place. "Well, Vegeta, it would appear as though you've done the unthinkable. Honestly, spending time with an Earth woman when you should have done away with the planet to begin with. Tsk tsk. No matter; tonight I'll just set you into shape." He smirked to himself and continued to watch the Saiya-jin prince and his recreational activities with a certain blue-haired woman. As he watched them, yet another (of the many) memory of their 'time' together entered his mind.
*****Enter flashback sequence (again)**********
He watched as the prince writhed in agony. The injection fluid he just inserted was a little something they had been working on for a long time now. It was only consequence that little Vegeta should be there when they decided to test it. It warmed his heart to his small body started to shake uncontrollably. He smirked while witnessing the mutation that all scientists aboard the ship had been looking forward to.
Vegeta couldn't remember, after all of his intense training, a more painful experience than this. Whatever they injected into him was doing its job, quickly. He could feel his body shake and mutate. The pain was too strong. Vegeta collapsed under the powerful venom's strength.
Jeering more, the doctor realized that his masterpiece was working splendidly. Vegeta's body was morphing.
He narrowed his dark eyes from under his spectacles, watching the incredible transformation proceed with electrifying power.
The small body began to shake even more than before. His skin changed to a sickly dark purple green and yellow color. Suddenly, his eyes jerked open and glazed to a creamy yellow, and his pupils shrunk to a mere black line. The hair on his head was also changing; it was becoming wiry and greasy, soon enough it looked to be just shiny, greased wire sticking up off his head. His small canines began to grow to an abnormally large size. Another thing was occurring in his mouth at the same time. Pincers shot from the depths of his throat and reached out of his mouth by an inch or two. They snapped together in a deadly motion, as though it were daring someone to stick their finger in there. Suddenly, it stopped. The pain and the mutation had stopped. But was it gone for good?
His body quit shaking, and he looked at himself. For a split moment, Vegeta thought that the nightmare had ended; but the hopeful thought was in vain. The pain had returned, only it was ten times worse than before.
Why was it continuing? The doctor thought. The transformation was not supposed to take this long. Perhaps it was Saiya-jin genes. Or maybe he miscalculated? Whatever the reason, it was working, and doing it's job. 'I suppose that's all that matters...'
A sharp pain coursed through his head, worse than any migraine within his recollection. The muscle surging through his arms and legs broke the chains that restrained him. Without the restraints, his body was able to contort with pain, and in the process, fell off the table onto the cold stone floor.
Without warning (that happens a lot doesn't it?), two large, shiny horns exploded from his skull and tore through his skin. They pointed in front of him, as though targeting prey.
If the horns extruding from his head wasn't enough, both his hands shook with yet more pain. If he could see with his eyes, which were blurry with tears of pain, he could see that on his body, everywhere, his veins were bubbling up from his skin and you could see them on every part of his body. His temples, his hands, wrists, legs, and torso.
The doctor did not expect what was coming to him next. The pain from the small boy's hands was not illusion. A tentacle shot from his hands; one each. They were about thirty-feet long, and veins snaked along it, like the rest of his body. It seemed as though the monstrous prince had grown at least a couple feet.
In a pool of blood, he stood up. With dead, yellow eyes, he stared at his creator, the creator of the monster.
**************End flashback*************
Bulma took the cooler out of the back of the car with some effort, she stuck her tongue out at Vegeta who only smirked as she troubled herself carrying a cooler. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and continued to stare at her.
"You couldn't lift a finger to help a weak and helpless female, could you?" Bulma asked with fake teary eyes.
Vegeta rolled his eyes yet again and grabbed the cooler from her with absolutely no effort involved. While catching Bulma's eye, he flexed his arm muscle, knowing the effect that followed.
She blushed as his amazingly huge arm muscle twitched in Bulma's favor. They were corded with veins, and looked like they would explode any second. Bulma looked away with more effort and continued to unload the car of a blanket and basket, which was loaded with food.
They wandered for a minute or so, hunting for a good spot to rest. After finding an acceptable spot, they set up. More or less, Bulma set up; Vegeta watched.
"Phew! Well, okay then! Since we're set up, I think I'll just go change into my suit, you should do the same. The men's room is over there," Bulma pointed to a small facility that contained two doors. Obviously, one was for girls; the other for boy's. "Your trunks (there's that pun again!) are in the trunk (this is getting repetitive, isn't it?), I'll be back soon, okay?" then Bulma left towards the bathrooms with a wink.
Vegeta, though more reluctantly than ever, approached the car and found his...swimsuit (I avoided it...). Then he went for the bathrooms. He observed different types of people walking out of it. Big and small, some of which Vegeta regretted seeing in a suit.
He pushed open the door that belonged to the men, maybe a little too hard since the door practically fell off its hinges. After glaring at some men who gave him stares, he observed his surroundings, a natural instinct he had. The ceiling above him was a teal color Vegeta entered a stall and locked the door.
It was disgusting. There were dried spitballs stuck to the ceiling, and someone seemed to have forgotten to flush the toilet.
Holding his nose and cursing about 'stupid, forgetful, nasty Earthlings' he took care of it and stared at his suit.
He cursed again, but this time it was about the stupid onna who had a pointless life. The swim trunks were black and loose; Vegeta loved black, but he hated any kind of social occasion, as he so helpfully pointed out earlier but was ignored.
He left the facility and waited outside for 'the onna' to finish up.
'What is it with women and taking so long to dress or prep up their hair??' he thought disgustedly...
************Sorry it took me so long to type up this chapter. It IS a long chapter, isn't it? Oh well, it'll probably take me for friggin' ever to type the next chapter, so yeah...Bye...********************
Note: Hello again, loyal readers! Yeah, I know, I take too long to post chapters. I type really fast, but I procrastinate quite a bit, if that makes a good apology...Well, enjoy the chapter of fun in the sun between our favorite couple (or at least my favorite couple).
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The sun shone brightly upon the sand, making it sparkle just right. It snaked across the deep blue water of the ocean and onto many happy entities enjoying their time on the beach.
The captain of the ship turned to see our new arrivals to the happy place. "Well, Vegeta, it would appear as though you've done the unthinkable. Honestly, spending time with an Earth woman when you should have done away with the planet to begin with. Tsk tsk. No matter; tonight I'll just set you into shape." He smirked to himself and continued to watch the Saiya-jin prince and his recreational activities with a certain blue-haired woman. As he watched them, yet another (of the many) memory of their 'time' together entered his mind.
*****Enter flashback sequence (again)**********
He watched as the prince writhed in agony. The injection fluid he just inserted was a little something they had been working on for a long time now. It was only consequence that little Vegeta should be there when they decided to test it. It warmed his heart to his small body started to shake uncontrollably. He smirked while witnessing the mutation that all scientists aboard the ship had been looking forward to.
Vegeta couldn't remember, after all of his intense training, a more painful experience than this. Whatever they injected into him was doing its job, quickly. He could feel his body shake and mutate. The pain was too strong. Vegeta collapsed under the powerful venom's strength.
Jeering more, the doctor realized that his masterpiece was working splendidly. Vegeta's body was morphing.
He narrowed his dark eyes from under his spectacles, watching the incredible transformation proceed with electrifying power.
The small body began to shake even more than before. His skin changed to a sickly dark purple green and yellow color. Suddenly, his eyes jerked open and glazed to a creamy yellow, and his pupils shrunk to a mere black line. The hair on his head was also changing; it was becoming wiry and greasy, soon enough it looked to be just shiny, greased wire sticking up off his head. His small canines began to grow to an abnormally large size. Another thing was occurring in his mouth at the same time. Pincers shot from the depths of his throat and reached out of his mouth by an inch or two. They snapped together in a deadly motion, as though it were daring someone to stick their finger in there. Suddenly, it stopped. The pain and the mutation had stopped. But was it gone for good?
His body quit shaking, and he looked at himself. For a split moment, Vegeta thought that the nightmare had ended; but the hopeful thought was in vain. The pain had returned, only it was ten times worse than before.
Why was it continuing? The doctor thought. The transformation was not supposed to take this long. Perhaps it was Saiya-jin genes. Or maybe he miscalculated? Whatever the reason, it was working, and doing it's job. 'I suppose that's all that matters...'
A sharp pain coursed through his head, worse than any migraine within his recollection. The muscle surging through his arms and legs broke the chains that restrained him. Without the restraints, his body was able to contort with pain, and in the process, fell off the table onto the cold stone floor.
Without warning (that happens a lot doesn't it?), two large, shiny horns exploded from his skull and tore through his skin. They pointed in front of him, as though targeting prey.
If the horns extruding from his head wasn't enough, both his hands shook with yet more pain. If he could see with his eyes, which were blurry with tears of pain, he could see that on his body, everywhere, his veins were bubbling up from his skin and you could see them on every part of his body. His temples, his hands, wrists, legs, and torso.
The doctor did not expect what was coming to him next. The pain from the small boy's hands was not illusion. A tentacle shot from his hands; one each. They were about thirty-feet long, and veins snaked along it, like the rest of his body. It seemed as though the monstrous prince had grown at least a couple feet.
In a pool of blood, he stood up. With dead, yellow eyes, he stared at his creator, the creator of the monster.
**************End flashback*************
Bulma took the cooler out of the back of the car with some effort, she stuck her tongue out at Vegeta who only smirked as she troubled herself carrying a cooler. Vegeta just rolled his eyes and continued to stare at her.
"You couldn't lift a finger to help a weak and helpless female, could you?" Bulma asked with fake teary eyes.
Vegeta rolled his eyes yet again and grabbed the cooler from her with absolutely no effort involved. While catching Bulma's eye, he flexed his arm muscle, knowing the effect that followed.
She blushed as his amazingly huge arm muscle twitched in Bulma's favor. They were corded with veins, and looked like they would explode any second. Bulma looked away with more effort and continued to unload the car of a blanket and basket, which was loaded with food.
They wandered for a minute or so, hunting for a good spot to rest. After finding an acceptable spot, they set up. More or less, Bulma set up; Vegeta watched.
"Phew! Well, okay then! Since we're set up, I think I'll just go change into my suit, you should do the same. The men's room is over there," Bulma pointed to a small facility that contained two doors. Obviously, one was for girls; the other for boy's. "Your trunks (there's that pun again!) are in the trunk (this is getting repetitive, isn't it?), I'll be back soon, okay?" then Bulma left towards the bathrooms with a wink.
Vegeta, though more reluctantly than ever, approached the car and found his...swimsuit (I avoided it...). Then he went for the bathrooms. He observed different types of people walking out of it. Big and small, some of which Vegeta regretted seeing in a suit.
He pushed open the door that belonged to the men, maybe a little too hard since the door practically fell off its hinges. After glaring at some men who gave him stares, he observed his surroundings, a natural instinct he had. The ceiling above him was a teal color Vegeta entered a stall and locked the door.
It was disgusting. There were dried spitballs stuck to the ceiling, and someone seemed to have forgotten to flush the toilet.
Holding his nose and cursing about 'stupid, forgetful, nasty Earthlings' he took care of it and stared at his suit.
He cursed again, but this time it was about the stupid onna who had a pointless life. The swim trunks were black and loose; Vegeta loved black, but he hated any kind of social occasion, as he so helpfully pointed out earlier but was ignored.
He left the facility and waited outside for 'the onna' to finish up.
'What is it with women and taking so long to dress or prep up their hair??' he thought disgustedly...
************Sorry it took me so long to type up this chapter. It IS a long chapter, isn't it? Oh well, it'll probably take me for friggin' ever to type the next chapter, so yeah...Bye...********************