The Fate of Vegeta
Chapter 4
Two robots attacked at the same time. Rasanay snorted in disgust at the tactic,
which had happened to her many times to her. She decided to use the easiest
way to avoid being hit. She outstretched her arms and powered her ki up slightly
so the ki blasts would destroy the robots instead of bouncing of thier sheilds. Five
seconds later, there were only two robots left. Rasana grinned and blocked the
rapid fire punches one was sending her way.
Her eyes widened slightly as she felt a sudden precense behind her, but faded out
just in time to avoid being slammed into the ground by the second robot's
sledgehammer blow that was aimed at her head. She appeared to the robots left
and kicked it across the room. She was sweating now, and the gravity was staring
to take its toll.
The first robot managed to land one punch, and then another. Rasanay was
getting impatient. These robots were to petty, and the gravity was getting on her
nerves. She was going to end this fight. Now.
She teleported to a differen section of the room to get away from the baraging
'fists' and began powering up her ki, shoving in all the annoyance she felt with it.
She sent powerful waves of energy off of her body, badly damaging both robots.
She blasted one to smithereens with a ki blast as she sped behind the other one
and punched it into little bits.
She landed on the floor, rolling her shoulders. "Now thats what I call a work out,"
she said to herself, unaware that Vegeta could hear her in the control room. "Now,
lets get serious."
Vegeta grinned evily.
Rasanay walked over to the control panel and turned up the gravity to 10 gs. She
stretched her muscles some more, waiting and expecting five robots. Instead,
seven sped towards her, faster than the others. What? she though. Fine then. Be
that way. She matched their speed without to much strain, but she knew she was
going to wear out faster under the heavy gravity. Soon she had dispatched two of
the robots, but she was backed into a corner, fighting off three robots at once. She
had not time to power up a ki blast.
Her face set, she crossed her arms in front of her in case the other two robots,
who were hanging back, got any ideas, and jumped up and over her attackers,
sommersaulting a few times before landing.
She fired of a large ki blast at one of the two robots who were now rushing her,
desintigrating it into bits. The other one hit her head on before she could react,
knocking her to the ground. The other robots jumped on her, pounding her. She
gritted her teeth and tried to block out the pain, to concentrate.
Come on Rasanay. This isn't so bad, she though, which wasn't the full truth, but
she ignored that. Remember, back on that totally purple planet? There were more
of them than this, and they were beating you to death. You showed them, didn't
you? She frowned in concentration and expanded her ki, damaging the robots
didn't get out of the way fast enough. She grinned, panting and rose into the air,
upright. "So," she panted. "Anybody want some more?"
Vegeta, frustrated that his diobolical plan was not working out the way he had
wanted, decided to add a little spice. "This girl is a tad more powerful than I
suspected," he murmered. "And I hate to admit it, but she has tons of potential!
She is going to have the fight of her life in that room!"
Rasanay, suspecting nothing, suddenly got kicked on the small of her back,
sending waves of pain shooting through her body and speeding her towards the
metal wall. Instead of hitting it, she turned her body around and catapulted back
off of it, now heading towards her new attacker. Whoever it was was too surprised
to move in time, so Rasanay landed a dynamite punch right on her cheek, making
her slam into the wall a few meters behind her.
Rasanay dropped slowly to the floor, rubbing her back gently, studying her
attacker. She was six feet tall, at least, and had green hair and purple eyes, and
was wearing a gi suit. Rasanay narrowed her eyes. She wasn't living, she could
tell. A hologram, maybe? "Vegeta, you asshole!" she yelled in frustration. This
huge... girl? was a lot more powerful than the robots. Oh no... Rasanay thought.
The robots... Before she could react another kick in the back sent her hurtling
towards the green haired girl, who promtly hammered her into the steal floor.
"I am really getting tired of this...," she muttered painfully. "But the gravity, oohhh."
She steeled her mind, angry now. She was not going to be beaten by things that
weren't even alive, not to metion Vegeta's treacherous mind.
Her Saiyan pride took control and she blasted off into the air. "I am NOT," she
shreiked. "Going to be beaten by the likes of YOU! You are GOING DOWN!"
Her ki rose faster than it ever had, and her muscles bulged. "DIE!" she screamed,
knowing they couldn't die because they weren't alive, but not caring. 'Wings of
Death!" she screamed, and white waves of energy radiated down onto the
unsuspecting machinery, damaging it badly, and followed by a white blast of ki
energy from Rasanay's outstretched hands. The twin energy beams swept across
the room, destroying everything that had attacked her, leaving black scorch marks
and melted steel in their wake.
Rasanay dropped to the ground, spent, and even Vegeta felt it would be a tad
unfair to subject her to more training after such a spectacular light show. Besides,
it was time for dinner.
So he stormed into Rasanay's gravity room after sending his son on his way.
Vegeta picked her up by the back of her shirt in his usual gruff manner. He eyed
her scornfully as she looked up. "You are an idiot," he spat. "If you spend so much
energy at one time, how are you going to fight afterwards! And look what you did
to the room!" He set her on her feet as her eyes swept the scene. To his surprise,
Vegeta saw her go slightly pink.
"Sorry," she muttered. "Its a really great training room. And now you guys will have
to fix it up..."
Vegeta snorted. "My wife will, you mean. She'll be furious. Not to mention me." He
glared at her some more. "You blew the entire room control panel into
smithereens. Perfectly good machinery wasted." He smirked. "You'd better watch
out for yourself when Bulma's around. She'll kill you."
Rasanay stared at him with her usual inscoloence. "And you won't?" she asked.
"I wouldn't waste my time," Vegeta replied, and walked out of the room, twelve
year old girl in tow.
At the dinner table, Rasanay was forced to tell Bulma the news between huge
bites. "I-" she swallowed half a potatoe-'accidentally broke-" a swig of water- "the
gravity control panel in room two." She ripped off a chunk of meat from the
chicken leg she was holding and chewed.
"What!" Bulma shouted, jumping up from her seat. Rasanay saw Vegeta's smirk
out of the corner of her eye. "How? That was Super Saiyan proof! Did you turn
Super Saiyan two or something? And now I have to rebuild it!"
"S- Super Saiyan proof?" Trunks stammered. He looked at Rasanay.
"I, uh, umm," Rasanay began. "Well, I got really mad. I don't think I even turned
Super Saiyan, though." She turned to Vegeta. His face had lost its smirk, but other
than that, he appeared fine. "You saw it. Did I?"
"No," Vegeta said bluntly.
"I mean, I never have before," Rasanay said uncomfortably. She did not like
Bulma and Trunks staring at her like some sort of freak. She tried to change the
subject. "Hey Trunks, pass the salad, would you? Its really good, Bulma."
"What? Oh, yeah." Trunks picked up the salad bowl and handed it to her. She took
it and filled a quarter of her plate with salad, the other three quarters already filled
with chicken bones, chicken, and potatoes. She decided that she would skip
desert for once and scarfed up the rest of her food. She dashed up the stairs as
soon as she was done and closed the door to her room.
She went over the events in the gravity room. She had been fighting under ten
times gravity, Vegeta had played a trick on her, she got mad, her pride took over
for the first time in four or five years, and she blasted everything in the room to
kingdom come. She didn't even remember what attack she had used. Now thats
pathetic she thought. What if I really need it one of these days, and I go 'Oops, I
forgot what my most powerful attack is. That's silly of me, huh?' That is so
pathetic.
Bulma's voice crackled on the intercom. "Rasanay? Is the shopping trip tomorrow
still on?" she asked.
"Yeah," she replied glumly. Before Bulma could break the conection, she
asked,"Bulma? Could you do a DNA scan on me? Maybe it would help with finding
my other race."
There was a pause. "Sure Rasanay. Anything else?"
"No. Thanks Bulma."
"No problem, tomorrow afternoon for the scan, then?"
"Yeah."
"Good night, Rasanay."
"Good night, Bulma."
Soon after that Trunks came into her room. "Jeez," Rasanay said, smiling. "Your
mom just spoke to me on the intercom. Can't I get any peace around here?"
Trunks grinned and sat on the edge of her bed. "So, Super Saiyan proof, huh?" he
asked softly, the grin gone. "Jeez, Rasanay, you must have been pretty mad."
"I don't want to talk about it," Rasnay answered averting her eyes.
Trunks shrugged. "Okay then. What do you want to talk about?"
"Hmmm... I want it to be something serious."
"So?"
She thought for a minute. Finally, she said,"Trunks, what is it like to have a real
family?"
Trunks was taken aback. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Well," Trunks began. "They can be really annoying sometimes. Especially
brothers or sisters. Sometimes you feel like you hate them, and sometimes they
confuse you. But you still love them, even if its way deep down. I guess you can
take my Dad as an example. He'll never admit it to anyone and it almost never
shows, but he loves Mom. I love my sister, and she probably doesn't know."
Rasanay grinned evily.
"Don'y you dare," Trunks warned. "I won't tell you the rest." She sobered up. "At
other times, their like your friends, not family. And yet others, you show that you
love your family, and they show they love you."
"Mmm," Rasanay sighed happily, eyes unfocused. "Sounds almost exactly like I
imagined. Without the hate and annoy part, but I suppose that comes with every
relationship, right?"
"Well, I don't hate you a bit, and your my friend," Trunks pointed out.
"But all friends get into arguements, don't they?" Rasanay pointed out. "I mean, I
wouldn't really know, but thats what I always thought. I knew a pair of girls who did
nothing but bicker and get on everybody's nerves, but they'd give their lives to
save the other."
"I suppose it depends on the people, then," Trunks replied, and Rasanay nodded
in agreement. "Now I get to ask a question," Trunks continued.
Rasanay eyed him, a bit afriad that he might ask her something she didn't want to
answer.
"What's it like not to have a family?"
She almost laughed in relief. "It's not awful, but its not the best thing in the
universe either. I mean, I would love to have a family, even a little sister or two-"
Trunks winced and Rasanay grinned-" but with King Cekor after me, they'd just
get in the way."
Trunks cocked an eyebrow. "Just get in the way? How would a Saiyan get in the
way of two people fighting? Hmmm?"
"Good point, but still. What if they were really protective of me? They wouldn't let
me do a thing in my own defense, they'd stick to me like leeches and do
everything theirselves. And then, when they died, I would be a spoiled brat without
any idea of how to survive."
Trunks stared at her, trying to decide something. "I don't think that a person like
you could ever become a real brat." He blinked and grinned. "Besides, I know for a
fact that your resourceful, so you wouldn't have been helpless for long."
"Yeah right," she said, cuffing him playfully on the shoulder. "But thanks. I'll take
that as a compliment."
"Who wouldn't?"
"Are you being sarcastic with me?"
"What if I am?"
"You're going to get it." She proceeded to noogie him almost as hard as she did
last time, during their training break.
"Ouch! Ow! What is it with you and noogies! Ouch!" Trunks got a hand on top of
her head and pushed her down until her could get her in a headlock. "Gotcha!"
"Ah! Let go! Ooohh, let go!" Rasanay then broke down into uncontrollable giggles.
She reached her right hand around Trunk's waist and began to tickle him.
"Ah! What are you- ahah! Hah hah hah! Stop it! Ack! Hee hee hee, oh ha ha!"
They fell over onto the bed, tickling each other and laughing like crazy.
The door to the room opened and banged open, the sound causing Trunks and
Rasanay to fall off the bed, setting them off to even more explosive giggles.
Until they heard Vegeta's voice. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!"
They both jumped to their feet. Rasanay was looking down at her toes, a deep
shade of crimson spreading over her cheeks. Trunks knew it was up to him. He
had known Vegeta the longest (obviously) and knew the limits to his father's
tolerenced. "I, uh...,"
"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GOING TO SLEEP!" Vegeta's face had a look
about it that said Trunks should not push his luck. It was one of deep anger.
"Sorry, Father," Trunks muttered, avoiding Vegeta's eyes. "We were just talking."
"Hmph." Vegeta was still looking murderous. "Go to bed!"
"Yes, Father." Trunks shuffled out of the room.
Rasanay looked up hopefully, saw Vegeta glaring at her venemously, and
her eyes. Vegeta looked at her a few minutes more, a vein above his right eye
popping out slightly. He decided that he would deal with her later and stalked out,
slamming the door shut behing him angrily.
He then proceeded to follow his son into his room and hiss,"l don't want you in her
room again, got that?"
"Why? We weren't doing anything." Trunks knew he was taking a chance there,
but they really hadn't been doing anything wrong.
"Just answer me!" Vegeta yelled.
"Yes sir," Trunks replied grudgingly.
Vegeta stormed out of his room, also, banging into Bulma in the process, who was
heading to say good night to her son, in the process. "Watch where you're going
woman!" Vegeta snapped, and before Bulma could get a word in sideways, he
had disappeared into the night shadows, heading for their bedroom.
Bulma shook her head in a confused manner, said good night to truns, and turned
to go to bed, and, hopefully, to placate her husband. It was a daunting task, but
she had managed it before.
Rasanay flopped back onto her bed, rubbing her temples. Well, it was obvious that
Vegeta hated her now, who knew why. She and Trunks were just having some
fun. And if I told Vegeta that, he'd probably take it the wrong way, Rasanay though
wryly. She sighed. If she looked at it the right way, it was kind of funny. If she were
a total stranger, watching the recent events from some outside status, she be
collapsing in laughter right about now. In fact, she almost giggled herself. Midget
Man conquers two teens... A man of stunted growth overcomes two kids feet taller
than himself... Smallest man in the universe sees his son and a girl in the girls
room and blows his top... she could think of headlines forever if she kept that up.
She stood up and walked over to the intercom, pressing down the blue button.
"Thanks, Trunks," she said into the intercom. "I haven't laughed like that in years."
"Years?" Trunks asked back, a bit stunned. "Now that's just wrong."
"I know," Rasanay replied sadly.
"Well, I can't go into your room anymore. Dad's orders."
"Great," Rasanay answered sarcastically. "Well, good night Trunks. See you in the
morning."
'You too." Rasanay broke the connecting, paused, and pressed the button that
linked to Bulma and Vegeta's room.
"Good night, Bulma," she called. "Good night, Veggie-chan!" She laughed as she
heard Vegeta's shout of irritation and anger from rooms away. A perfect ending to
the day.
