AN: YO! This is definitely not a night for procrastination for me! Yep! Another chapter…yippee! Here goes!
Chapter 20
Bulma frantically paced around her pastel pink room. They are aliens! As crazy as that thought sounded to Bulma, she knew that somehow it just…fit. Vegeta was super-strong. He never talked about his past, his family, or even himself or his training. The alien theory applied so well to Vegeta. And so did the theory of crazy aliens of kin to Vegeta taking over the earth. Vegeta did always seem violent…
Bulma had showered already, but she was no longer focused on looking sexy for Cartock; she was more concerned with the present conflict of alien vs. Earth. What to do? If I act like I don't know anything then I could go down with the rest of Earth, but what if I called someone…Chi Chi and Goku…they might know what to do! Oh, what am I thinking? I have no idea where those two are, and they might just think I was crazy. Wait! Goku did call one night mysteriously and told me to keep Vegeta from looking at the moon. What was that all about? Maybe he knows something…? And when he and Chi Chi left…she told me to find out about Vegeta…that something big was going to happen and she couldn't say anything more! Is this the big thing she was talking about? I'm in way over my head…
Bulma continued pacing, finally settling for sitting on the edge of her bed when her toes began to ache. There were few times in life when Bulma felt helpless, but now was one of those rare times. It was as if she woke up in a nightmare that she just couldn't shake off. Bulma rested her elbows on her knees, cradling her face in her hands and occasionally running her fingers through her damp cyan blue locks. She was desperate and alone. She had nowhere to turn. The more she thought, the more her head hurt, and at the rate she was thinking, Bulma was soon to develop a head-splitting migraine. But all through her repetitive, questioning thoughts, her reasoning and solutions kept coming back to one person: Vegeta.
Bulma knew that it was absolutely crazy to let Vegeta know that she knew what was going on, that she knew he wasn't a human. But from somewhere in her gut she felt this was the right thing to do. From the way his voice had tensed when he spoke about his father coming, Bulma sensed that Vegeta wasn't too excited about the battle against Earth. But why? He seems to hate everyone here anyway…Bulma thought, questioning everything. But still, her mind told her to go to Vegeta, right away. She knew he wouldn't come to her. She didn't know that Cavala would, though.
Just as Bulma was feeling at the lowest, a small knock resounded on her oak door.
"Come in," Bulma whispered, noting the slight tremble in her own voice. The door creaked open slowly, finally exposing Cavala, who was standing behind it. Cavala looked almost as nervous as Bulma felt when she realized who was at her door.
Cavala smiled anxiously as she walked towards Bulma.
"Take a seat." Bulma stood, returning the awkward smile, as she motioned towards her vanity stool. She just then realized she was wearing her old cotton robe, which she instinctively pulled closer to her body.
"I'm sorry to catch you at an inconvenient time," Cavala began, eyeing Bulma's attire cautiously, "but we need to talk."
"Might I ask what you were thinking, helping my sister come to Earth?" Vegeta asked Cartock in a fierce manner. "You know you are only supposed to follow orders; you should have known that this little 'trip' of yours was dangerous and shouldn't have been made. What were you thinking?!" Vegeta paced hastily in front of the taller Saiyan, seemingly talking to himself more than to Cartock.
"Sir," Cartock began, hesitantly yet calmly, "Cavala couldn't have come on her on. She would have gotten lost or hurt. But regardless if I were to help her or not, she would still have tried to find you. It was safer with me by her side. And besides, this whole business with your 'death' confused me as well and I wanted to get to the bottom of it…and, I don't know, I just thought…" Cartock trailed off when he noticed the faraway look in Vegeta's stare.
"You were right about Cavala. She would have tried to get to me no matter what. You know about her, she is half Saiyan, but she never really refined her fighting skills or Saiyan abilities. She could have gotten hurt. So, you aren't in any trouble with me. Just hold your tongue next time Cartock. I can't imagine what my father will have done to you though," Vegeta smirked as he left a bewildered Cartock standing in the Capsule Corps garden.
Cartock shrugged and scratched his head in a confused manner, sitting down on a bench, waiting for the rest of the day to unfold.
Yamcha hobbled into the broken-down space ship. Ok, how did I work this phone thing last time? I don't remember… Yamcha, at a loss for technology, began to press every button on the control pad, hoping one would connect him to the man he spoke with before. And lucky for Yamcha, his plan worked. Soon, he heard the crackling ring-like sound echoing through the small ship, which was sharply cut off by a gruff voice.
"Earthling," King Vegeta growled into the receiver, "what is it that you have disturbed my slumber for?"
Yamcha coughed nervously and cleared his scratchy throat. "I think some of Vegeta's friend are in town. I saw two things, round things, that looked like space ships out in the middle of a field, and then I tracked the visitors through the woods, where I saw them enter the house Vegeta is staying in. One was a tall man with rigid hair like Vegeta's and the other was a seemingly attractive dark-haired woman," Yamcha said practically in one breath.
Before Yamcha could say anything else he heard a loud, "DAMMIT!" resound from the phone, followed by it being slammed down by the king. Yamcha shrugged and hobbled out towards the woods once more. I hope I just did the right thing…
"About what?" Bulma asked, her stomach muscles tensing up with unease.
"I know you were listening to what Vegeta said to me a while ago. You were at the top of the stairs," Cavala didn't waste a second getting to the point. Seeing the stunned look on Bulma's face, she decided to continue. "I'm not upset. Actually, I kinda knew you were listening in, and I was glad for you to hear. It isn't fair that you are letting Vegeta live here and you don't even know what is going on," Cavala smiled lightly.
Bulma breathed in shakily. "The thing is, I don't really know what's going on. I just think I am going crazy," Bulma whispered.
"You aren't going crazy," Cavala said reassuringly, putting a gentle hand on Bulma's shoulder for support. "I know what you are thinking, and you are right. Vegeta and I are both proud Saiyans, from planet Vegeta. Our father is the king. But see, I'm half and half. Part human, part Saiyan. I guess that little detail is what's causing all the problems now. My father fell in love with a human woman and she had me, and then died during childbirth. She left me with my father, and as much as he hates it, she weakened him. She made him fall in love with her, and then she left him, and broke his heart. That's why he wants to 'bring his wrath' to earth. It's kinda like a revenge thing, or at least that's how Vegeta puts it." Cavala smiled shyly at her sudden outpouring of information. But somehow, Bulma still looked absolutely bewildered.
"Can we start from the beginning?" Bulma frowned slightly, settling into her chair for comfort.
"I guess we'll have too," Cavala nodded. "Vegeta and I are from a whole different planet…planet Vegeta…."
AN: you guys like this so far? I hope some things are coming clear…stay tuned for further updates!