To Dream of You

Chapter 7: Revenge of the Saiyan

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His mind reeled as he registered what had just happened.

She'd wished for Frieza to come back… MORE POWERFUL… under HER control…

Life was cruel.

Why did she do that? Did she despise him so? He was horrible to her… she obviously wanted revenge. But bringing back Frieza?

That still didn't explain her eyes.

His stomach churned a bit as he sensed an unnaturally high power level appear by Bulma. Definitely Frieza.

"What has happened?" he demanded in his gay, high pitched rasp.

"You are under my control now," Bulma explained calmly, cleaning her fingernails.

"If you disobey her orders, you will return back to HFIL," the dragon elaborated with a deep rumble, seeming to lower down a bit to talk to Frieza more clearly. Frieza seemed to grimace at this piece of news, turning to face Bulma.

"I obey no one!" he snarled stubbornly, his tail lashing around savagely. He still was in his final form. Bulma mentally wondered how much powerful he was then before.

"But you'll like being my minion," Bulma half taunted. "Do you see that familiar looking monkey over there?" She pointed to a horrified Vegeta, Frieza turning to look as well. A sickening grin came over Frieza's face as he recognized the ki bound Saiyan.

"I wish-" Almost as soon as he had started, Vegeta found another ki restraint slapped over his mouth. Bulma had admirably thrown a well placed ki restraint tape over his mouth, even though she was about twenty feet away.

How was this possible?

The scowl wiping off her face, she turned back to Frieza. "I want you to kick his ass," she explained. "Now go." With a snap of her fingers, the ki restraints around Vegeta's hands and legs were gone.

He barely managed to register his freedom and get his hands up before he was forced to endure a painstaking amount of blows from Frieza. The ki restraint on his mouth still holding, he couldn't even shout as a punch winded him in the stomach and a kick sent him flying in Bulma's direction. She merely stepped out of the way, yawning boredly and watching as Frieza rushed Vegeta again.

Before he could even get up, he was kicked onto his stomach; Frieza laughed as he stood on top of him.

"Following your orders!" he practically giggled, lifting one foot up and stomping Vegeta squarely on the ass.

If he could scowl he would have, but since he could not, he merely raised his palms up and blasted Frieza off him, blood pumping as he decided to attack and not wait for Frieza's next rush.

"What is your next wish?" the Namekian dragon asked impatiently. She sighed in similar impatience, remembering how anxious the dragon had been last time to get back to his rest. You'd think they'd LIKE getting out every once in a while…

"I wish that Frieza be returned to HFIL after he kills Vegeta," she stated in a bored tone, crossing her arms and continuing to watch the fight.

"Your wish cannot be granted, because as I was made by the guardian of this world, my power cannot exceed his." Bulma's head snapped back to the dragon, a look of rage flashing in her already disturbing eyes.

"You brought him back!"

"Yes, as he died on this planet. But since he is Ice-jin, only one with power over the Ice-jins can vanquish him." She grimaced in understanding, eyes closing as she let the information sink in.

As quickly as she'd closed them, she opened them again. "No matter."

The dragon looked at her expectantly in silence, finally turning to watch the battle out of the corner of his eye when she showed no sign of making another wish soon.

It's only been two minutes and Vegeta was already loosing badly. He'd already turned Super Saiyan but still looked as if he'd been fighting Frieza with no limbs. Already, he was panting, on the ground, clothes tattered even worse than they had been against the androids.

His face had numerous scratches and gashes, especially across the forehead. The back of his head was matted with bloody hair, probably a place where he'd bashed his head against a boulder. His left shoulder looked like it'd popped out of its socket.

"You're nothing!" he roared, blindly dashing at Frieza and attempting to thrash at him. "I will crush you!" Bulma sniggered as Frieza easily snatched Vegeta out of the air with his tail and flung him into the trunk of a tree. She outright laughed when Vegeta's head pierced the bark and he was forced to pull himself out.

Heaving himself away from the tree, he collapsed onto the ground. But of course, Vegeta would never give up.

"Why?" he repeated over and over to himself as he staggered to a standing position, using the tree for support. He stood wearily, unable to focus completely on the battle.

"Why?" Bulma repeated suddenly, having heard his thoughts. "Revenge is a bitch."

"This wasn't supposed to happen!" he groaned in his thoughts, grabbing his miraculously still golend hair. "This isn't possible!"

"Hm… not sure if you're dreaming?" Bulma hissed. On cue, Frieza lashed his tail at Vegeta's ankles and stomped on Vegeta's face when he fell.

Wincing at the weight on his face, he swiftly grabbed Frieza's ankles and swung him into the tree he'd just had the pleasure of meeting. Relieved of the weight but realizing there wasn't much time left, he promptly stood and took to the air in anticipation of Frieza's next move.

Bulma snarled. "Weakling! Get your ass out of that tree and go get him!" he roared at Frieza, pointing Vegeta out in the sky when Frieza removed himself from the vegetation and scanned around.

Vegeta felt himself hurdling down to the ground belly-first, Frieza pushing against him from behind in the ultimate body slam. He remembered this move well… Kakarott had once performed in on his in their first battle.

And it had hurt like hell.

He closed his eyes, inches away from the ground, to avoid rock getting into his eye and blinding him.

He felt his body impact the dirt and create a large crater, sending waves of pain through his body as he felt rock and dirt tear at his skin.

"Daddy?"

He opened his eyes slowly but surely, startled by the familiar yet different voice speaking. Who was it? Who were they talking to? Where was he?

Wasn't he just on Namek?

The pain was gone. He felt perfectly normal, as if he'd didn't fight at all that day. And to make things even more confusing, he wasn't Super Saiyan anymore, but had no recollection of powering down.
"Daddy?" There it was again.

He turned to the voice. A young girl of about 4 or 5 was standing in front of him. She looked like a…mini-Bulma. She had shoulder-length blue hair that matched her bright blue eyes perfectly, and was wearing a CC T-shirt that extended down to her ankles. Her face was practically a clone of Bulma's.

"Daddy what's wrong?"

He was standing in the Capsule Corp backyard. Everything looked the same… even the GR was humming in its usual place.

Wait… if he wasn't in it, who was using the GR?

"Daddy, pick me up!"

He looked around. There were no other men in the vicinity. She must've been referring to him.

Vegeta stared down at the strange girl, unable to hold back his awe and curiosity. He knelt in front of her to get a better look.

Catching him off guard, she flung her arms around him in a tight hug, jumping up and down for him to stand and pick her up.

"This grip is too strong for an earthling child…"

"Hey, Dad." Now who was that?

He stood, girl dangling and all, to face the owner of the older and more masculine voice. The boy looked around twenty, thought Vegeta figured he was probably in his mid teens. He had grayish hair and piercing bluish eyes. He was sweaty, as if he'd just been working out. So that's who was using his machine.

But the boy had some of his features…

Finally things started to register.

"Dad?" Vegeta repeated slowly, giving the boy who'd just walked out of his

GR a questioning look. He'd asked it more out of reflex, to try and clear things up in his mind.

The boy seemed to fluster a bit. "Dad, I told you my friends make fun of me when I call you 'father,' so I'm transitioning to 'Dad'."

Vegeta stared at the embarrassed male blankly. So… these were his offspring, and judging by their traits, there was only one possible mother.

"Vegeta?"

He watched as she slid open the screen door and approached them. Her hair was shorter and she looked maturely older, though to him she was still beautiful as ever.

"Hey Vegeta, I've got great news."

She didn't appear at all angry at him. She didn't look a thing like the Bulma he'd left on Namek. She looked happy… glowing like that. What was going on? Was this his future life? Would these really be his children? Would he mate Bulma?

No, it couldn't be. After his 'plan,' she hated him. There was no way.

Maybe… this was a split timeline?

"Vegeta are you listening?"

Yes. Maybe if he did something on Namek, this would be his future.

"Vegeta?"

But did he want this future? Did he want to remain on Earth, adopt it as his new home world?

"Dad, what's wrong? You're acting weird."

Did he want these children? A family? Was this life for him? And even if it was… would he be happy?

"Vegeta, god dammit, LISTEN to me!"

He looked at his possible mate, observing her nice red dress, her blue scarf that matched her hair, even the angry fire in those pools glaring at him. He observed the bracelets dangling around her wrists and the boots she had on as if she were going hiking in that dress.

Would she be happy?

Suddenly her face softened, as if sensing his confusion. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"

He shut his eyes tightly. If she would accept what he was bursting to say, then it appeared that she would. But now the question at hand… did he want it?

"Yes. Yes I do."

"Vegeta, pay attention," he heard her voice snap, thought it sounded different suddenly.

"I'm sorry," he croaked.

"…. What?" That tone definitely didn't sound right. He opened his eyes to discover himself back on Namek, facing the… different Bulma.

"Bulma, I'm sorry!" he croaked again, noticing that she'd taken the ki muzzle off him when he'd passed out. "I'm so sorry, Bulma. I never should have lied to you like that… I should've admitted… everything." He made a choking sound before continuing, looking down at the ground he was sitting in.

He clenched his fists around the dirt by his hands, struggling to release the words that swam in his head. "I lied to you… I didn't use you at all; I was… afraid… afraid to admit it. Admit that I might… actually… possibly… give a damn about something or someone, afraid that I might be weak because of how I felt… and still feel."

She watched, anger contorted face melting to surprise, unable to speak or jeer, to taunt, to laugh, as he lowered his head even more and looked to the ground, eyes watering.

"I couldn't handle the fact that my thoughts were uncontrollably about you… and that even from the first time I saw you, the power you wield over me is…" He stopped and tried to find the word. "Unimaginable." His thoughts became frantic, displaying in his fast speech and desperate voice. "I'd never in my life felt so powerless. You were my couscous, making me feel badly for the things I've done, when never before had I given my actions a second thought. You were my angel, guiding me through rough spots when I surely would've lost my way. You were my strength, pointing new things out to me and giving me power in areas... where I never thought there was so much as a spark. You… are… my everything," he whispered.

She inhaled deeply and held it as a single tear swiftly slid down his cheek, hanging on his jaw bone before falling tremendously into the ground below, which quickly sucked it up and left only a tiny dot as remembrance.

"I'm a stubborn, arrogant, pain-in-the-ass Saiyan prince!" he roared suddenly, pounding his fist into the ground and making her blink. His whole body sagged as if all energy had been released during the outburst, rolling his head up to look her in the eye. "And I'm sorry."

There was silence for a few moments. Even the ticked off, monstrous dragon seemed still and quiet. She blinked at him a few time before laughter broke out: a high-pitched roar only capable of Frieza.

"Very touching, little monkey. But are you ready to die yet? I wanted to give you the pleasure of dying awake, not peacefully unconscious. But now that you've got that off your chest, I'm sure you'll be much more obligated to meet your end."

Vegeta ignored Freiza, closing his eyes and barely miissing the sudden change in Bulma. She absorbed every word of his little speech, replaying it over and over in her mind, almost as if committing it to memory. She scanned around, blue eyes wide, as she took in her surrounding and let her bright eyes fall on the worn housemate in front of her.

"Ve-Vegeta?"

He snapped out of his temporary stupor, rolling over just in time to avoid a head shot from Frieza. He observed her confused state, taking in her anger-less tone and blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" Frieza snapped at Bulma, also noting her confusion.

"What- who? Who… are you Frieza?"

Frieza rolled his eyes, lashing his tail about behind him. "Great, I'm under the control of an imbecile."

The dragon, by now forgotten by the trio, corrected him. "The being who made the wish no longer resides in the female's body; therefore, you are free."

Staring at the dragon blankly for a moment, he finally turned to Vegeta. "I think I'll follow her order. I've always been waiting for the opportunity to kill you by my own hand." He levitated towards Vegeta calmly, hand raising to form a ki blast. "I find it my duty to put down my own pet."

A new sense of need taking over his body, Vegeta snarled at him defiantly. "I…was NEVER… YOUR PET!" In a rush of adrenaline, he turned Super Saiyan again and in an instant, placed a series of kicks and punches upon Frieza.

Now thoroughly confounded, Bulma witnessed Frieza and Vegeta battle it out, Vegeta giving his all. But alas, it was in vain.

"Poor Vegeta's having a real tough day," Bulma muttered under her breath, subconsciously pulling up the memory of Vegeta's battle with the androids. Now that she thought about it, when was that?

And why was the eternal dragon hovering above them?

More importantly, why was he simply sitting there? From what she remembered from last time, the dragon was rather impatient and snappy about the wishes. And if all the wishes had already been made, it wouldn't be there.

Her mind wandered back to the battle, where Vegeta was stubbornly refusing to submit, thought the Saiyan looked ready to keel over and die. One of his eyes were swollen, almost to the point where you wondered if he could even see out of it. His lip was cut deeply and now BOTH arms looked popped out of their sockets. From the way he was limping, he'd twisted an ankle, and his face was covered with so many cuts and bruises that the red and purple made him look like a humanoid alien.

Sensing her attention, Frieza looked to Bulma. "You know, your speech was rather toughing. I think I'll do in your little girlfriend, just to see the horror on your face!" Before the chemicals in her brain had enough time to register his statement and make her feel proper fear, she felt a slimy, snake-like tail wrap around her throat.

SNAP!

And then darkness.

Cliffhanger… I know I'm mean. ;D Please R&R! I hope you like it! EVERYTHING will be explained in the last chapter next time! And then a splendid little epilogue that you'll love will be after that.