Memories Resurfaced Ch.13
Note: Again, I took a long time to come up with another chapter. But you are patient people, and I'm happy! Tee hee! Anyway, finals for school are coming up, tomorrow, and I found it within my heart to give you nice, patient people a chapter! How nice of me! *pats self on back* Well, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The first stars of the night glimmered dimly above the bright, lively town below as Vegeta and Bulma zoomed down the road in their slick car. The night air was sweet and solemn. As it gently played with Bulma's blue locks, Vegeta could only stare in wonder.
How did I end up where I am today? He thought to himself while looking towards the blank spot in the sky; the empty space that once held a proud race and a rare gem of a planet.
His thoughts, however, were halted as the car stopped. Bulma opened the door slammed it shut. They had arrived at a dark building, and inside boomed loud music.
Vegeta lifted his brow.
"Where are we?" he asked aloud.
Bulma turned to him and gave a grin and a wink.
"We're only at the best club in town! Come on!" she turned and grabbed his arm, while he hesitantly allowed her to drag him along. He had heard of a 'club' before, and he did not like the sound of it.
Vegeta stepped inside after Bulma and stared at the scene before him. People were moving insanely and everything was dark with the exception of colorful lights dancing on the people that danced below. They moved along the floor and sat at a nearby table, and then ordered drinks.
Bulma laughed at Vegeta's confusion.
"Don't tell me you haven't been to a club before, Vegeta!" she stared at him for a second and continued, "With all the planets you say you've been to, you haven't been to a club?"
He crossed his arms angrily.
"All right, onna. Tell me... If you were sent to distant planets to destroy all inhabitants on it and get punished severely if you don't do as you're ordered, would you stop to party and dance?"
Bulma looked taken back, not from Vegeta's anger, but apparently from his job description.
"Vegeta, can I ask you something?" he nodded shortly and she proceeded with extreme caution while choosing her words carefully, "What was it really like working for Frieza?"
Vegeta appeared angry, but understood her meaning, so he calmed himself down. He looked down a sighed deeply.
"I was commanded to a specific planet with one ambition only: to destroy all life on it so Frieza could sell it for a hefty price and gain profit. I was provided only one partner, Nappa, but I didn't need him..." he smirked and continued, "After arrival on the planet, you were to do your job...quickly, or else..." he looked downward once again.
"Or else what?" Bulma gulped and awaited response.
Vegeta closed his eyes. "Or else you were punished. As a child then, punishment was harsh and cruel to me, but as time went by, I became accustomed to it. You were beaten until Frieza was satisfied, and then you were beaten by his closest men; most of the time, it was Zarbon or Dodoria. As a high-level soldier, I had high requirements, and when you were finished being beaten, you were thrown into your quarters to heal alone. Healing chambers were for the low-levels, as they were not expected to become stronger after a mission as the Saiya-jins were. Then, once you are healed, you go to Frieza and you are forced to beg forgiveness...at his feet. If you weren't forgiven, you are beaten againp; if he accepted, you were sent off on another mission to repeat the process..." He sighed once again, as if a large weight had been taken off his shoulders.
Bulma found herself in tears. She knew she could never understand his pain, and she longed to ease it for him. The damage had been done, and it went on for almost his whole life. Rumors about Frieza were not hard to come by, but this story, by far, had given her a deep-seated hatred for the dead tyrant.
Vegeta stared at Bulma for the longest time. She was crying...for him. Vegeta was not used to sympathy, but her tears seemed to rip at his insides. But he could do nothing, he was never taught how to deal with this sort of thing. If you were caught with tears in front of Frieza, he would beat you then, as well. So he hid them away and turned his head.
Bulma wiped her face and smiled deeply.
"Hey! I know! Why don't we dance?!" she jumped out of her chair and pulled Vegeta up, "C'mon! It'll be fun!"
Vegeta glared at her. "Onna, I don't dance! I never bothered with such a weak display of happiness, and I need not begin now just because I don't have a job to do! I should, in fact, be training!" then he stopped.
Bulma noticed his gaze move behind her and narrow. She turned to find Yamcha, sitting with two other blondes and drinking away in a purple dance suit.
She stomped up to him and tapped her foot impatiently. He did not seem to notice her.
"Having a good time, Yamcha?" she crossed her arms and glared at her ex enough to make Vegeta proud, "Especially with these two hussies?"
He spat his drink and blushed redder than the light above them.
"Bulma! What are you doing here?!" he stared for a second noticed Vegeta standing behind her as a dangerous silhouette waiting for a good moment to pound him inside out, "You-you aren't going with Vegeta, are you?!"
"Why should you care, anyway? You've found some better bitches to add to your everlasting harem, why does it matter if I've decided to move on?"
Yamcha stood up quickly, redder than ever. "I'm not the one dating a psycho lunatic just because I'm too damn lonely!"
Bulma glared as hard as she possibly could. "Hey! I'm not the one filling all the holes in my life with a bunch of bimbos just because I can't get a decent person to live with!"
Yamcha set his drink down and looked like he was about to go at Bulma. Vegeta stepped out of the darkness and went right up to him; his eyes were even more malignant than ever.
"Go anywhere near her, and I'll rip off your head with my teeth!" he calmed down and lifted his head, the air of superiority about him making Yamcha more nervous by the second.
Yamcha glared back and sat back at his table. "Fine! Do what you want, Bulma! Just don't come crying to me when he blows up your house and impales your family!"
Bulma sneered deeper. "The only one he'll impale is you if you ever come within a thirty-foot radius of me! I don't ever want to see your ugly face again! Come on, Vegeta! Let's dance!" she pulled Vegeta with amazing strength to the dance floor, leaving a bewildered Yamcha behind.
She stood impatiently, tapping her foot, waiting for Vegeta to make a move. He merely stared at her.
"What? Aren't you going to dance with me?" she softly glared at him, "We don't have all night, you know!"
Vegeta reluctantly grabbed her hand and danced with her, still amazed from the show he just witnessed.
They moved skillfully across the floor, capturing the gaze of many around. Vegeta enjoying every moment to examine her as she gracefully danced; he felt as if he had stumbled into a dream. Bulma absorbed every movement Vegeta made and took it into stride, his strong arms guiding her beautifully around.
As the song finished, Vegeta concluded their dance by dipping Bulma low, her blue hair flowing gently as they halted, and Vegeta's face so close to hers. He knew, that he would never feel the same...ever again.
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The quiet of Capsule Corp. mansion was broken as the door swung open, flung nearly off its hinges. In stumbled Vegeta and Bulma, kissing madly and passionately. They bumped into walls until they made it into the study, and they fell onto the soft, red couch, still kissing.
After what seemed an eternity, they broke the kiss and heaved breaths in. While both of them staring into the other's eyes. They were hot from dancing, and out of breath from the passionate kiss. Eventually, they fell into blissful sleep together on the gentle cushion.
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Meanwhile...
The ship rumbled quietly while it made its silent entrance into the Earth's atmosphere and approached ground.
"Land here," the head of the team smirked as they made their decent, "He isn't far from here, but he won't be able to sense us."
The captain of the guards made a sudden turn towards his soldiers nodding curtly at the scientist and general.
"Arm yourselves. This saiya-jin is extremely dangerous. He will appear unarmed, but he doesn't use weapons. He uses ki, and is very skilled with it. Attack on sight, and disable anyone else you see. Got it?" the soldiers all made a salute, "Good! Let's move out!" They all filed outside silently and approached the estate.
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Vegeta stirred as he awoke; it was very early in the morning, around three. He grunted some as Bulma stretched her arms around Vegeta's neck. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Vegeta kissed her lips purred deeply within his throat, smirking at her pleased appearance. His hands moved to her face to caress it, when Bulma noticed something.
She stopped him and stared at his right hand. There was a cat-like eye symbol embedded in it, and was glowing a neon green. Vegeta looked down at it, and turned pale. Bulma had never seen Vegeta look so frightened.
He jumped off her and pulled her up with him. Bulma jerked her hand away from him.
"Vegeta! What's going on?!" she yelled at him in frustration.
He looked panicked and pulled her up the stairs. "There's no time, Bulma! You have to hide...NOW!!" she stared up at him. This was the first time he used her real name.
"Why? What's going on!?!" she yelled louder this time and stared into his eyes. He was frantic.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! I'm so evil! Cliffhangers are awesome!! *wipes face* Whew! Anyway, if you want to know what's next and if I get five reviews, you get to find out! So come on! Don't be shy!! ^_^ Ja ne!
Note: Again, I took a long time to come up with another chapter. But you are patient people, and I'm happy! Tee hee! Anyway, finals for school are coming up, tomorrow, and I found it within my heart to give you nice, patient people a chapter! How nice of me! *pats self on back* Well, enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply, see chapter 1.
The first stars of the night glimmered dimly above the bright, lively town below as Vegeta and Bulma zoomed down the road in their slick car. The night air was sweet and solemn. As it gently played with Bulma's blue locks, Vegeta could only stare in wonder.
How did I end up where I am today? He thought to himself while looking towards the blank spot in the sky; the empty space that once held a proud race and a rare gem of a planet.
His thoughts, however, were halted as the car stopped. Bulma opened the door slammed it shut. They had arrived at a dark building, and inside boomed loud music.
Vegeta lifted his brow.
"Where are we?" he asked aloud.
Bulma turned to him and gave a grin and a wink.
"We're only at the best club in town! Come on!" she turned and grabbed his arm, while he hesitantly allowed her to drag him along. He had heard of a 'club' before, and he did not like the sound of it.
Vegeta stepped inside after Bulma and stared at the scene before him. People were moving insanely and everything was dark with the exception of colorful lights dancing on the people that danced below. They moved along the floor and sat at a nearby table, and then ordered drinks.
Bulma laughed at Vegeta's confusion.
"Don't tell me you haven't been to a club before, Vegeta!" she stared at him for a second and continued, "With all the planets you say you've been to, you haven't been to a club?"
He crossed his arms angrily.
"All right, onna. Tell me... If you were sent to distant planets to destroy all inhabitants on it and get punished severely if you don't do as you're ordered, would you stop to party and dance?"
Bulma looked taken back, not from Vegeta's anger, but apparently from his job description.
"Vegeta, can I ask you something?" he nodded shortly and she proceeded with extreme caution while choosing her words carefully, "What was it really like working for Frieza?"
Vegeta appeared angry, but understood her meaning, so he calmed himself down. He looked down a sighed deeply.
"I was commanded to a specific planet with one ambition only: to destroy all life on it so Frieza could sell it for a hefty price and gain profit. I was provided only one partner, Nappa, but I didn't need him..." he smirked and continued, "After arrival on the planet, you were to do your job...quickly, or else..." he looked downward once again.
"Or else what?" Bulma gulped and awaited response.
Vegeta closed his eyes. "Or else you were punished. As a child then, punishment was harsh and cruel to me, but as time went by, I became accustomed to it. You were beaten until Frieza was satisfied, and then you were beaten by his closest men; most of the time, it was Zarbon or Dodoria. As a high-level soldier, I had high requirements, and when you were finished being beaten, you were thrown into your quarters to heal alone. Healing chambers were for the low-levels, as they were not expected to become stronger after a mission as the Saiya-jins were. Then, once you are healed, you go to Frieza and you are forced to beg forgiveness...at his feet. If you weren't forgiven, you are beaten againp; if he accepted, you were sent off on another mission to repeat the process..." He sighed once again, as if a large weight had been taken off his shoulders.
Bulma found herself in tears. She knew she could never understand his pain, and she longed to ease it for him. The damage had been done, and it went on for almost his whole life. Rumors about Frieza were not hard to come by, but this story, by far, had given her a deep-seated hatred for the dead tyrant.
Vegeta stared at Bulma for the longest time. She was crying...for him. Vegeta was not used to sympathy, but her tears seemed to rip at his insides. But he could do nothing, he was never taught how to deal with this sort of thing. If you were caught with tears in front of Frieza, he would beat you then, as well. So he hid them away and turned his head.
Bulma wiped her face and smiled deeply.
"Hey! I know! Why don't we dance?!" she jumped out of her chair and pulled Vegeta up, "C'mon! It'll be fun!"
Vegeta glared at her. "Onna, I don't dance! I never bothered with such a weak display of happiness, and I need not begin now just because I don't have a job to do! I should, in fact, be training!" then he stopped.
Bulma noticed his gaze move behind her and narrow. She turned to find Yamcha, sitting with two other blondes and drinking away in a purple dance suit.
She stomped up to him and tapped her foot impatiently. He did not seem to notice her.
"Having a good time, Yamcha?" she crossed her arms and glared at her ex enough to make Vegeta proud, "Especially with these two hussies?"
He spat his drink and blushed redder than the light above them.
"Bulma! What are you doing here?!" he stared for a second noticed Vegeta standing behind her as a dangerous silhouette waiting for a good moment to pound him inside out, "You-you aren't going with Vegeta, are you?!"
"Why should you care, anyway? You've found some better bitches to add to your everlasting harem, why does it matter if I've decided to move on?"
Yamcha stood up quickly, redder than ever. "I'm not the one dating a psycho lunatic just because I'm too damn lonely!"
Bulma glared as hard as she possibly could. "Hey! I'm not the one filling all the holes in my life with a bunch of bimbos just because I can't get a decent person to live with!"
Yamcha set his drink down and looked like he was about to go at Bulma. Vegeta stepped out of the darkness and went right up to him; his eyes were even more malignant than ever.
"Go anywhere near her, and I'll rip off your head with my teeth!" he calmed down and lifted his head, the air of superiority about him making Yamcha more nervous by the second.
Yamcha glared back and sat back at his table. "Fine! Do what you want, Bulma! Just don't come crying to me when he blows up your house and impales your family!"
Bulma sneered deeper. "The only one he'll impale is you if you ever come within a thirty-foot radius of me! I don't ever want to see your ugly face again! Come on, Vegeta! Let's dance!" she pulled Vegeta with amazing strength to the dance floor, leaving a bewildered Yamcha behind.
She stood impatiently, tapping her foot, waiting for Vegeta to make a move. He merely stared at her.
"What? Aren't you going to dance with me?" she softly glared at him, "We don't have all night, you know!"
Vegeta reluctantly grabbed her hand and danced with her, still amazed from the show he just witnessed.
They moved skillfully across the floor, capturing the gaze of many around. Vegeta enjoying every moment to examine her as she gracefully danced; he felt as if he had stumbled into a dream. Bulma absorbed every movement Vegeta made and took it into stride, his strong arms guiding her beautifully around.
As the song finished, Vegeta concluded their dance by dipping Bulma low, her blue hair flowing gently as they halted, and Vegeta's face so close to hers. He knew, that he would never feel the same...ever again.
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The quiet of Capsule Corp. mansion was broken as the door swung open, flung nearly off its hinges. In stumbled Vegeta and Bulma, kissing madly and passionately. They bumped into walls until they made it into the study, and they fell onto the soft, red couch, still kissing.
After what seemed an eternity, they broke the kiss and heaved breaths in. While both of them staring into the other's eyes. They were hot from dancing, and out of breath from the passionate kiss. Eventually, they fell into blissful sleep together on the gentle cushion.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile...
The ship rumbled quietly while it made its silent entrance into the Earth's atmosphere and approached ground.
"Land here," the head of the team smirked as they made their decent, "He isn't far from here, but he won't be able to sense us."
The captain of the guards made a sudden turn towards his soldiers nodding curtly at the scientist and general.
"Arm yourselves. This saiya-jin is extremely dangerous. He will appear unarmed, but he doesn't use weapons. He uses ki, and is very skilled with it. Attack on sight, and disable anyone else you see. Got it?" the soldiers all made a salute, "Good! Let's move out!" They all filed outside silently and approached the estate.
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Vegeta stirred as he awoke; it was very early in the morning, around three. He grunted some as Bulma stretched her arms around Vegeta's neck. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Vegeta kissed her lips purred deeply within his throat, smirking at her pleased appearance. His hands moved to her face to caress it, when Bulma noticed something.
She stopped him and stared at his right hand. There was a cat-like eye symbol embedded in it, and was glowing a neon green. Vegeta looked down at it, and turned pale. Bulma had never seen Vegeta look so frightened.
He jumped off her and pulled her up with him. Bulma jerked her hand away from him.
"Vegeta! What's going on?!" she yelled at him in frustration.
He looked panicked and pulled her up the stairs. "There's no time, Bulma! You have to hide...NOW!!" she stared up at him. This was the first time he used her real name.
"Why? What's going on!?!" she yelled louder this time and stared into his eyes. He was frantic.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! I'm so evil! Cliffhangers are awesome!! *wipes face* Whew! Anyway, if you want to know what's next and if I get five reviews, you get to find out! So come on! Don't be shy!! ^_^ Ja ne!