To Dream of You

Chapter One: Your Wish is My Command

I just realized that I've been saying "Giru," the little robot from GT, instead of "Guru." Sorry about that!

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"Oh, Kami," she whined, looking around for any possible place the dragonball could have gone. She grabbed the spare Dragon Radar. The dragonball wasn't by her. She clicked twice, bringing up a larger map. "Oh, no! It… it wasn't a dream!" she realized, watching as a dragonball was leaving from her location.

"I… I've got to do something! If Vegeta gets all the dragonballs, which will be soon cause it looks like that was the last one, then it will be no better than Frieza getting them!" She looked at her capsule pack. Good thing she had those with her. She clicked the top and threw it a few meters away, watching as the hover-bike appeared. "Oh, Kami! What could I possibly do? It's not like I could fight him! I could always sneak by, but then if I get caught he'd probably kill me. And he WOULD catch me because of those senses thingies. I guess there's only one choice for me then!" she declared, punching her fist into her palm in determination. "I will have to use my feminine wiles! I wouldn't mind seducing Vegeta. He is cute. It's a good thing Yamcha and I split before the battle. I don't owe him anything even though Vegeta killed him. He could kill me after he's done with me, but if that gives me the chance of taking back the dragonballs, then it will be a good shot!" she jumped onto the hover-bike and sped off in the direction of the moving dragonball.

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God, how fun that was! Scaring the shit out of that woman was the most entertaining thing he'd done in years besides actually killing someone. He chuckled at the memory, looking down at the dragonball secured in his arm. She'd fainted the nanosecond before he released the blast. After that, he'd dissipated the ki and laughed his head off for a good minute before grabbing the dragonball. He couldn't just leave that gorgeous girl on the ground though. It would be un-princely of him! So he picked her up and sat her in a chair.

If no one had stolen the dragonballs from his hiding place, he would have all seven by now. But then there was the problem of calling the dragon. He would need a Namek to speak the ancient tongue. He would need a hostage though, or they'd probably go all "noble" and die before helping him.

"I could go back for the girl," he figured. "No. That's too much time wasted. I need to make my wish asap! I'll just have to threaten them with their lives." That always worked.

"Of course, I could always explain that my immortality could defeat Frieza and that I would swear on my Saiyan honor not to destroy the planet. Once I'm immortal, there would be no need. I'd have eternity to do such things."

"If only she were a Saiyan…" he thought absentmindedly, his mind wandering again to Bulma. "But then again, if she were a Saiyan she wouldn't have that exotic coloring. Whatever the case, there are more important things to worry about than finding a mate." He blasted off toward the five dragonballs, laughing insanely as he realized his wish was only minutes away.

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Gohan couldn't believe the power pumping through his veins. "Thank you Guru," he stammered, in awe that he had unleashed so much power.

"Woah…" Dende muttered, looking at the change in Gohan. Nail came in.

"Your strength has increased considerably!" Nail commented with a nod of approval. "The two of you together will be quite a pair to take on."

"Thank you, sir," Gohan said, bowing his head politely.

"Frieza will be heading here. He knows Guru had a dragonball and he will be coming to take it. He doesn't know that you have already claimed it."

"Yea, but Vegeta stole it from us."

"Then be thankful Vegeta took it when he did, because otherwise that would've been one more dragonball to add to Frieza's collection.

"Hey Gohan! I can sense a big power level headed this way!" Krillin yelled from outside the complex.

"Is it my dad?" Gohan asked hopefully, bounding outside from around the corner.

"I don't think so. It seems… evil."

"… Frieza?" Gohan gulped. "Even with our new power, I don't think we're going to be any match for that."

"We have to try, kid. We have to try."

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She was gaining on him fast. He didn't seem to be going that fast; in fact, he seemed to be going rather slow.

"Must be thinking about something," she decided, revving up the bike and speeding after him. "You're MINE, Vegeta!" she thought mentally to him.

"Oh shit!" she squeaked. "Did I say that out loud?" she asked herself, noticing Vegeta speed up again after what looked like a backwards glance. She tried to keep up with, following the glow of his blue aura.

"Wha? He's gone!" She looked around. Yep, his blue aura just kinda disappeared.

"Maybe he just powered down some and landed," she said to herself. She kept going, slowing down a little and looking down at the ground. "I don't see him." She looked up.

"BOO!"

"EEEEEEEEAAAKKKK!" she felt herself tumble off the motorbike.

"Woman, you scare much too easily!" Vegeta called down at her as she gave way to gravity and made a great, splashy entrance into the ocean.

"GAHhh!" she breathed, finally surfacing. Luckily, it'd only been about a thirty foot drop. She heard the sound of laughter and looked up to see Vegeta. If he was on the ground, he would be rotfl (rolling on the floor laughing), but since he was floating in the air, he was raital (rolling around in the air laughing). He slapped his knee and she could swear she saw him wipe a tear before he touched down onto the land 10 feet away from her. She saw him go over to the dragonballs and place the seventh missing piece with the rest of the puzzle. He sat on them and got into the "thinking position".

"Okay, girl, he didn't kill you, that's a good sign. That means he likes you! I think… and if he was laughing he obviously puts up with your shit… so that's good too. Now, just think sexy!" She looked around. Couldn't exactly act sexy in the middle of the ocean. She swam over and pulled herself onto land. She stood up and looked herself over.

"God damn it!" she hissed. "This may be the tightest outfit I have, but it's the most unattractive!" she cursed to herself, almost forgetting Vegeta was there due to his silence. She looked at him, an idea coming to mind as she saw he was wearing spandex. "Well," she said, in an 'I'm-talking-to-myself-but-I-want-you-to-listen' tone, "I guess I'll have to take these wet clothes off…" she said, starting to unzip her yellow vest. His eyebrow twitched but that was about the only reaction.

That is, until he swooped her up and took off into the sky, chuckling. "The thought is very intriguing, woman, but right now I need you to act as my insurance." He looked down at her. "If Frieza gets the dragonballs we all might as well go fuck ourselves one last time before he enslaves us, rapes us, or blasts us all into oblivion. But what he doesn't know is that you must speak Namekian to call the eternal dragon. So, I'm just going to mosey on down to your little friends and find a Namekian," he explained. "And YOU are going to be the way I get in and out." Bulma gulped.

"And you getting the dragonballs is better HOW?" she demanded. He laughed.

"Woman, you make think I'm evil, but I must explain to you that I learn from the best."

"So much for my plan," she sighed as she thought to herself.

"What plan?"

"What is going on?" she roared. "Am I saying these things out loud."

"You imbecile! Hasn't anyone explained to you that Saiyans have strong mental abilities?"

"So you can hear when I'm thinking something?" she asked.

"Yes!" he snapped. "So watch what you're thinking. I don't want to hear any more of your 'claims'." She laughed nervously, thinking about her brilliant idea.

Things definitely weren't turning out the way she planned.

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Dende and Nail stood by Guru's side, watching as he seemed to wither away.

"Guru," Dende said softly, taking his hand.

"Nail, you should fight with the others," Guru moaned, aware of the battle that raged outside. "You must delay Frieza while the boy's father is on his way here. Then, they might have a chance." Nail nodded in understanding and Dende watched tearfully as Nail went outside.

The first thing he noticed was Frieza's gay laughter.

"Silly little boys! You KNOW you have no chance of defeating me and yet you still fight! Such spirit. I think maybe I'll keep you."

"Are you gay?" Nail asked mockingly, revealing himself on the battlefield.

"That's not a very good question coming from a bisexual," Frieza retorted, his tone turning pissy.

"Whatever the case, you seem like a perverted fuck and I'm sure these boys would rather die than be enslaved by you." Frieza was not pleased with this remark. Not pleased to say the least.

Meanwhile, Dende was having problems of his own. No sooner had Nail walked out when Vegeta strolled in.

"You seem like a smart boy," Vegeta growled at him. "You know what I want."

"You want me to call the eternal dragon for you…" Dende said in understanding, shaking in fear. He was a split second away from refusing before he saw Bulma over Vegeta's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"You know I'll have no problem killing her…" Vegeta smirked, patting her ass in explanation. Bulma was considering yelling 'he'd rather fuck me first,' but decided not too as she remembered the word 'necrophilia'.

"Ok, I'll go with you…" Dende agreed in defeat.

"No need," Vegeta said suddenly. He walked over to the quivering Dende and placed his hand over Dende's forehead. "I have all I'll need now. Just as a thanks, I think I'll spare your life!" Vegeta decided, turning on heel and sprinting back out the door. He stopped in the doorway, checking out the battle, and continued on his way.

"My son," Guru groaned, motioning for Dende to come toward him. "My time is almost near, and when I am gone, I will pass the dragonballs on to you." Dende started to cry.

"No, Guru! You can't… don't leave me now! We need you…" he pleaded.

"Death does not take into account such things. You will come to realize this in time," he explained softly, placing his large hand over Dende's head and patting him.

"But Guru, Frieza will destroy the entire planet if Gohan's father doesn't arrive soon! And even so, we have no way to know if the battle won't destroy the planet anyway. We have almost no chance of survival!"

"Listen to me, my son. The man who came in here a few moments ago now has the power to save us all. He will have to make the decision for himself."

"But he was evil! He threatened to kill that nice girl-"

"He will not kill the woman. Too many things in the future depend on them for fate to let such a thing happen. But he will have to choose whether or not to listen." Dende nodded. This was turning out to be one fucked up day.

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"Gotta keep my ki level low or Frieza will recognize me," Vegeta thought, dropping off the six story island and landing softly on the ground. He started sprinting away from the battle, back toward the dragonballs. He stopped suddenly. A huge spaceship had just crashed about a hundred feet away from him. "It's Kakarott," Vegeta realized reading the Capsule Corporation logo on the side and taking note of the power level. "Hmm… If I fight him now, those nitwits up there won't last much longer and there will be no one to buy me time. He's much too close to my power level now anyway and he would just slow me down." He quickly hid and covered Bulma's mouth.

"You try anything and we'll have to try that idea you had earlier…"he warned Bulma mentally. She nodded her head, eyes wide. Goku stepped out of the spaceship and looked around.

"Oh Kami!" Goku cursed, speeding off toward his friends.

Vegeta looked back toward the battle. He thought he felt a huge rise in power level. "Frieza has ascended to his second form…" Vegeta muttered to himself. Bulma yelped.

"And how many forms are there?"

"Four, if the rumors on the ship are true. Luckily, Frieza didn't call the Ginyu Force after I stole his dragonballs. They'd be one hell of a force to reckon with…" Vegeta explained. "Why am I even talking to this woman? In fact, why haven't I killed her yet?"

"So, explain to me why you didn't need that kid," Bulma asked, jogging him from his thoughts.

"I read his mind, woman. Now shut up or I'll shut you up FOR you." Bulma wasn't about to take any chances about how he would enforce such a statement.

By the time he reached the dragonballs, Frieza had ascended to his fourth and final form. "It looks like Kakarott is done for," Vegeta laughed.

"How can you say that?" Bulma screeched. "He can't, he just can't," she sniffed.

"He's not dead yet, you idiot. But with Frieza in his final form, he might as well be. For some reason, I'm sensing that those two imbeciles who came with you are still alive as well. One of them is fluctuating." Vegeta growled suddenly. "Why am I talking to her again?"

"Gohan and Krillin?"

"Yea, whatever," he said, attempting to ignore her. He tried to sense them again.

"Oh, nevermind. I think Chrome Dome just got blasted," Vegeta guffawed. Bulma's color drained out of her face.

"He's lying," she assumed.

"What are you going to wish for?"

"Immortality, so I can finally kick Frieza's ass." Bulma's pupils dilated.

"Im…mortality? Oh no! If he wishes for immortality… I don't want to think about it. I've… I've got to stop him. But how else can we defeat Frieza?" Vegeta summoned the dragon.

"I wish-" he started in perfect Namekian, before turning his head and looking at where the battle was. Thunder started cackling and she could've sworn she saw a golden light exploding in the distance.

"Dear God," he murmured. "Kakarott… he's… done it." Bulma looked at him, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, lightning started cracking all around, giving her a tingling feeling in her skin and making her feel like she just took on a bunch of static electricity.

"Goku?" she perked, looking toward the light. She thought she could hear someone screaming in her head. "It must be Goku…" she whispered. Vegeta dropped to his knees and pounded on the ground.

"It was MY BIRTHRIGHT!" he roared into the sky. "HE'S STOLEN IT FROM ME!" The ground gave way to every pound he gave to the ground.

"What's going on?" she yelled at him. She looked at the dragon, who looked like he could care less about what was going on.

"The fool's done it! He's ascended! Not only will he reach the Legendary before me, but now he will kill Frieza!" Vegeta groaned, holding his head in agony.

"I've got to stop him from making an irrational wish…" Bulma thought, eyeing Vegeta's crazed state.

"Vegeta! If you wish for immortality now, you'll be taking the easy way!" Bulma yelled at him, desperately trying to throw him off. "You're just talking about what you want and obtaining it, not working the hard way for it!" He shooed her off with a wave of his hand.

"I'm getting impatient. Make your wish!" the dragon demanded. "You still have three."

Vegeta looked up towards the dragon, not quite caring what she was saying. He looked at the dragon determinedly, stood up, and opened his mouth to speak.

"You don't want to be weak, do you Vegeta?" she yelled at him. He stopped and turned towards her. He stared at her blankly and shook his head.

"I am not weak!" he growled softly, fists balling.

"DO YOU WANT TO BECOME WEAK?" she demanded.

"I will NEVER be WEAK!" he shouted.

"If you want to defeat 'Kakarott,' you have to do it through your own training, not by some easy-made wish!" Bulma reasoned. He glared at her angrily, mad at her for being so logical. Thunder cackled as the dragon grew more and more impatient.

"I DO NOT have to listen to this BULLSHIT!" Vegeta screamed in defiance, turning to the dragon again.

"How disappointing, Vegeta!" Bulma screeched. "And here I thought you were the Prince of all Saiyans." Vegeta let out a mighty roar before picking up a nearby boulder and slinging it into a mountain. It shattered in half and tumbled down into the ocean. "And here I thought you were a big bad Saiyan and could do anything!" she pushed, though she felt rattled by his display of rage. But she couldn't stop now. She was on a roll!

"You were the one talking about how Goku isn't even a Saiyan! You hear that? G-O-K-U! His name isn't even Saiyan! He only responds to 'Kakarott' by you! And here he's going to kill YOUR kill, and you're just going to wish all your revenges away." He was breathing heavily, his back turned toward her, fist tightly clenched. She didn't even want to think about his facial expression.

"I promise, woman," he whispered, not audible to her if he'd not been mentally sending it to her as well. "I will find a way to make you pay for this. I'll meet your challenge and then you will pay." He looked up at the dragon, who by then was very pissed off at having been awoken to witness this fight.

"I wish that I may have a way to kill Frieza myself," Vegeta ordered the dragon.

"Your wish cannot be done now, but it will be granted."

"Fine, whatever," Vegeta said. He didn't care when he did it, he just wanted to kill the bastard himself. Bulma looked at him pleadingly.

"If the Namekians die, then there won't be any more dragonballs! And that means no one can wish us back to life!" Bulma urged. "I can't speak Namekian! Do something!" Vegeta looked at her thoughtfully.

"I wish for all those killed under Frieza, including Frieza and his henchmen, which includes me, to be brought back to life. Can you grant such a wish?"

The dragon growled at him, almost insulted by such a question, and looked down at him. "Your wish is granted." He sensed thousands of ki being regenerated onto the planet.

"For my last wish, I wish for all the Namekians, myself, and those who came aboard this earthling's space ship to be sent back to earth."

"And thus, your final wish is granted…" the dragon said, before Bulma and Vegeta found themselves on the Capsule Corp lawn.

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"Goku?" Bulma cried. "Where's Goku?" Surely if he'd been there she would've seen either his big head or his goofy hairstyle sticking out above all the short Namekians. Vegeta was beside her.

"Kakarott?" he demanded. "Show yourself!" Vegeta floated up and searched for him. "I don't sense him," Vegeta told Bulma.

"But this doesn't make any sense!" Bulma said, rubbing her forehead. "Gohan? Gohan are you here?" Gohan and Krillin ran up to her on cue.

"Bulma! Thank Kami! Have you seen my dad?"

"Well, the eternal dragon was supposed to bring back the Namekians, Vegeta, and everyone aboard my ship… Oh Kami!" Bulma yelped, slapping her hand over her mouth. "Everyone aboard MY ship! Not just an earthling's ship! MY ship!" Vegeta, picking up her realization with his keen sense, incinerated a tree in rage.

"DAMN IT, Kakarott. You reach the Legendary before me and now you've slipped through my fingers!" Vegeta growled, seating himself under a tree in defiance and going off on his own thoughts.

"What happened? What's Vegeta doing with you Bulma?" Krillin said, looking at Vegeta timidly. If Vegeta decided to kill anyone now, there wouldn't be anyone powerful enough to stop him here. At least that's what he figured.

"That's not important now!" Bulma interrupted. "Vegeta said Goku reached some kind of "Legendary". Did you guys see it?"

"Yea." Gohan piped up simultaneous with Krillin's "no."

"After Frieza … you know… uh… imploded Krillin- sorry Krillin- Dad went berserk. All this lighting started flashing and his eyes turned red. I could hear his voice screaming in my head. Then in an instant, his hair turned gold and his eyes seem to turn a bluish kind of color!" Gohan said. "It felt very… powerful. I could feel his energy sizzling around me before he told me to go find you. So I blasted off toward your signature, worried cause I felt Vegeta's by you, and then next thing I knew I was here."

"So I was right," Vegeta hissed, returning back to their conversation. "He has reached the Legendary." They all looked at him. "Golden hair, teal eyes: such a look is reserved only for those who have ascended to a Super Saiyan." Vegeta punched his fist into a rock, shattering it into powder. Krillin flinched.

"So, uh, Bulma, how'd you get us here? You wished us here, right?"

"The woman wished for everyone killed by Frieza and me to be brought back to life, and then wished everyone here. That damned sly dragon took her words literally though and didn't bring back Kakarott," Vegeta answered for her before closing his eyes and drifting into a meditative state.

"Good going, Bulma! Aww man, that means we didn't get to use the third wish!" Krillin said. "Oh well. I'm sure it was a spur of the moment thing."

"Hey would you go ask my dad to find out about Namek?" Bulma asked Gohan and Krillin. "I'm sure these guys wanna get back if the fight didn't blow the planet apart first." They both nodded.

"Okay, Bulma. And hey! Great job! You may not have saved OUR world like you wanted to, but you certainly saved someone else's!" Gohan said before they both rushed into the building.

"I didn't do a damn thing," she thought, looking at Vegeta. "Not a damned thing at all. So why did he do it? All I did was convince him not to wish for immortality. He could've just wished for the keeper of the dragonballs to be saved and brought to Earth, and then wished himself here. But no, he saved everyone, including the people he killed. Maybe… he's not as bad as I thought he was."

Suddenly a large crowd of young Nameks approached her.

"Ma'am, not that we aren't thankful to be alive, but can we return home?" one asked.

"Yes. Is our planet safe?"

"I don't know," Bulma answered honestly. "Gohan and Krillin are on the case!" she said cheerfully. "Everything will be just fine."

"Bulma!" Gohan yelped, running out fanatically toward her. "Namek! It's been blown to pieces!" A large wave of panic ripped through the Namekian portion of the crowd.

"Please! Settle down!" Bulma said. She went over to a chair and stood on it. "Listen to me! You're all invited to stay in Capsule Corporation until we can wish your planet back! Wait, Krillin, they wished Yamcha and everyone back, right?" When he nodded, Dende spoke up.

"Before Guru passed away, he deemed the dragonballs to me. We can use them again tomorrow instead of waiting a year for yours." Bulma nodded and continued on.

"Well, until then we've got LOTS of empty rooms and we LOVE company!" Bulma said happily, waving them all into the building. "Please, attendants will be happy to give you all rooms." She sighed in relief as the Nameks slowly filed into the building, Gohan floating up ahead and helping them. She looked around her yard. No one left! At least she thought so at first glance.

"Vegeta," she said softly, approaching him as he sat under the tree on a rock. "You're invited to stay too." He cocked an eye open and looked at her.

"Whatever." He got up and started to head into the building.

"Wait. Vegeta!" she called after him. He stopped, not bothering to turn around to her.

"Why did you do it?" she asked his back. For a moment he didn't move.

"Never ask reasons of a prince, woman," he retorted, resuming his walk into the building. Bulma stared after her.

He was going to be a tough cookie to crack.

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6/22/05) OK! After, like, the 5th time editing this, I think this chapter is finally finished. Sorry about all that. If I left mistakes in it, it would bother me! Also, I read it over and over and some of the transitions seemed rushed, so I added some to it.

Yay! First chapter done! So what do ya think? Good? Bad? Pathetically sad? Please review! It's really weird looking at the large number difference between HITS and REVIEWS.

I don't know where I'm gonna go with this. Might be three chapters. Might be twenty! I'll figure it out. Next chapter up as soon as I figure it out!