Chapter TWO: Still a Child

By Hisoka B

'So that's what's happening around here.' Goku explained to the impatient Saiyan prince at his house.

'I see.' Vegeta replied, already in the process of rolling his eyes. They had already decided that he was to stay at Bulma's and use the gravity machine. (I know. Not the Gravity Machine AGAIN!)

Walking out of the house he levitated up into the air, Vegeta bid farewell to Goku and his family with a look of disgust. Then he did a 180-degree turn and flew off in the direction of Capsule Corps.

Bulma's telephone rang. She hurried to pick it up, hoping to if she could find any 'sense' to the dream she that had. It was just too confusing. Vegeta as a small kid... it was almost disturbing.

Picking up the phone, Bulma growled as soon she heard the voice on the other line. 'Oh hello Yamucha,'

'Hiya babe! I was just going to as if you are alright over there?' He asked with concern.

'Huh? What do you mean?' Bulma answered.

'Ah, ya know, how Vegeta's going stay over yours and use that machine...Goku told me about it just then.'

'Is Goku gone now?' Bulma smiled.

'Yeah sure, he used his instant transmission.'

'Okay, well I'm fine. Vegeta isn't back yet from Goku's and I'm sure he won't be a pain in the ass, even though he probably will be. It's nothing I can't handle, AND I'm sure Vegeta won't kill me,' To be honest, she wasn't sure about that.

'Okay then, if you insist. I was just worrying, that's all.'

Bulma smiled. It was always nice to have someone worrying about you. 'Yamucha, I have to go now. His royal arrogant is here.'

Yamucha snickered. 'Okay, see ya babe.'

Bulma hung up the phone as Vegeta stomped into the room. 'Woman! I'm hungry!' He fumed. Bulma winced. What happened now? Why was Vegeta always so rough?
'Why the heck are you asking me? Make your own food!' Bulma answered, pointing to the fridge. Oh no… I shouldn't have said that… Nononono! She rushed after him to check on the fridge.

Totally empty.

'VVVVVVVEEEGGGGGEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTAAAAAAA!' She yelled, even though she knew she had brought it upon herself.

Bulma turned to hug him, but then all of a sudden there was a loud explosion. Chibi Vegeta seemed to realize what it was. 'Its Frieza, he's attacking us! I think he's forgotten about me!' His voice was almost fearful as he grabbed onto Bulma's hand and flew out of the room. The room was quickly disintegrated after. Bulma screamed, but held on to her only hope of life... a ten year old Saiyan.

Chibi Vegeta flew them right to a space pod. Usually, there would be room for only one Saiyan, but as they heard the desperate cries surrounding the palace, Chibi Vegeta knew they had to risk it.

He pushed Bulma into the seat, and went in after and sat on her lap. Then, punching in some numbers, the lid of the pod closed and they were off.

But unfortunately for both of them, Chibi Vegeta had punched in directions which by now, he had realized was a big mistake. He had no clue where they were going . Ah… kuso. As they flew out of Vegeta-sei they heard a loud bang behind them.

Bulma knew from the sound that Planet Vegetasei was...gone.

Bulma awoke again, to the silence of the night. Okay, She calmed herself. The dream was a little too confusing. Me and Chibi Vegeta have just escaped Frieza's no good curse and now we are off to god knows where… Bulma sighed. She was way too scared to go back to sleep. WHY THE HELL IS THIS DREAM MAKING A REAPPEANCE? She was afraid the dream would continue. But sleep dawned on her, ordering the dream to go on...

Bulma didn't like this. She didn't this it one bit. With Chibi Vegeta sitting on her lap, she squirmed uncomfortably.

'Squirm all you want woman, but its utterly useless. I'm going have to stay on your lap for quite some while because I don't know which coordinates I punched into the machine. It might take a year for us to land.' Chibi Vegeta answered Bulma.

'A year! Are you nuts?' Bulma was out of her mind. She was calling a ten year old boy nuts? Duh! He had to be! Bulma shoved the Chibi Vegeta to one side and studied the dials.

'Hum…For what you punched in, we are heading to the planet…Helldeath. It would take us er...50 years!' Bulma slumped back, jaw dropped. 'We can change the direction, can't we?'

Vegeta gave her a disordered look. 'Of course we can, but...' he hesitated before he begun to speak a little more slowly, 'I don't know how to do that yet.' Admitting to this made Chibi Vegeta ill.

Bulma smiled in recognition. She knew how hard it was for Saiyan such as Vegeta to admit one of his faults. 'If you can't, I can. I know technology beyond your wildest dreams!' Bulma studied the dials carefully. Much to Vegeta's surprise, she grinned. 'The nearest planet is only half an hour away. Do you want to land there and go on from that position?'

'What do you mean; go on?' Vegeta asked suspiciously.

'You know, when we get there, we'll decide what to do from there…Don't you get it?'

'Of COURSE!' Vegeta boomed, though Bulma knew that Chibi Vegeta didn't understand a thing she had said. Still a child… She smirked.

'Alright. Go to the planet whatever.' Chibi Vegeta crossed his arms and grunted.

Bulma set the coordinates and slumped back to her old spot, unquestionably tired. Chibi Vegeta was heavy, no doubt, since he probably packed a whopping lot of power. Bulma knew she had to put up with it, for another 30 minutes, but for how, she was going relax, and she wrapped her hands around Chibi Vegeta's waist for comfort.