...I'm like really sorry for the preposterous delay, but there were the holidays and the whole 48-hour thing and I got a thankfully mild case of writer's block. Anyway, I hope you guys are not too angry, but since I've been a horrible author, I give you the longest chapter that I've ever written . Hope I made it up to you guys. Oh-and thanx to all of you who reviewed again, much appreciated.
DisClaimer:Not mine, not yours.;P
Rating:PG-13-Language, and an angry and crabby Bulma, plenty , and a little graphic violence from our pal Veggie. :)
One More Thing: Ages:
-Vegeta: 14(you knew that)
-Bulma: 13
-Dr.:49
-Frieza:Dunno
-Nappa:25
One More Thing:I forgot to mention in the last chap that Gerdre' and Blyther died in the eruption. I know it's not real important, but just to prevent any confusion if you remember them from earlier.
In This Chapter: Bulma finds a shocking discovery that might make her newfound desire come to life! And little Veggie conquers some planets after trouble w/ Frieza...great stuf.:P
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Enter:Bulma Briefs/ Location: CC backyard
The first thing she heard was the worried voice of her mother's and some shuffling of the rocks on the top of the contraption in which Bulma was taking the best, most peaceful nap of her life.
But count on her mother to ruin it. Everytime.
Bulma inaudibly moaned and winced when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. Then she felt her hair. A look of pure disgust and horror came upon her face as she felt unmistakable clumps of mud and other worldly contents. Then she realized that it was all over her.
Bulma started shrieking hysterically as if there were dead bodies back in there with her. Still screaming, she flipped her hands, basically pushing every button at once. After about two minutes, she finally saw the latch come apart as the door raised as a true dirt phobic, female teenager, she darted out of it, past her open-mouthed parents and nearly tripped into the heaven-sent, porcelain shower.
Enter: Prince Vegeta/ Frieza's Planet
His onyx eyes bolted open and darted around to conceive his new surroundings. He could barely feel the healing liquids of the healing tank soothing over his many wounds. He narrowed his eyes at the ones who were in the room.
"Why look who's awoken! I must say, Prince, that we have desperately missed you!"
Vegeta stepped out in his naked glory before slipping into his black spandex,"Eat it, Kiwi."
"Hmm, but I think there are much more tastier things in the galaxy, like gravel perhaps?"
Kiwi burst into snickers as Vegeta took a second to glare at him, but mentally pondered how Kiwi knew such details.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes once more, but decided not to bother since it would make him look interested. He couldn't afford to be that open to a verbal attack. Especially with Kiwi.
"Wait, m-master! Where are you going?"
"That is none of your concern. Why don't you go try a spar with those robots of yours. I'm sure they'll give you quite a workout."
Now it was Kiwi who glared at Vegeta, but he took no notice as he went down the corridors ofFrieza's chambers.
Oblivious to what he would learn in the next few minutes, he entered as somewhat calm.
Enter:Bulma Briefs/ Location: Capsule Corp.
"Ahhh, at least there's something satisfying here,"Bulma said as she combed her wet, clean, aqua hair. Then she set it down and blow dried it for about seven minutes before heading down to the kitchen, where her stomach audibly acknowleged the presence of food in the room.
"Well hello darling, here, have some soup," her mother greeted her with a bowl of what looked like noodles and chicken soup. Bulma stopped short and glanced at the bowl then her mother, who stood there smiling as ever.
"Um, this is a joke, right?"
"What on Earth are you talking about dear?"
"Isn't it, like, breakfast time?"
"No, sweetheart, it's almost six."
"What?"
"P.M."
"Oh..," Bulma pondered, her cerulean eyes drifting upward.
"But don't worry, dearest, your father did the same thing when he went out to space and his schedule was just totally flopped! Pancakes at three a.m. and pizza at nine a.m., then meat loaf at two p.m."
"...okay. So...how long 'til my schedule is back to normal?"
"Oh, not long. Don't worry, I'll try my hardest to get your stomach back to gear!"
"Great," Bulma muttered. When her mother went in the living room, she hastily dumped the soup in the sink and grabbed a chips bag with two sodas, stashed them in her pants and dashed to her lab.
"Whew!"she sighed as leaned on the door for a second. Then she placed her snack on the table, which she made sure was empty since her father would nag at her about it. Then she went into a brown cabinet and got out a binder which had all of her father's previous activities n it.
She looked through it but didn't find anything interesting. Besides, she had only been gone for what? A few days?
'Oh well. Just have to find something to break apart and put back together.'
Before doing so, she reached for one of her sodas and took a gulp before hearing a small crash in her cabinet.
She was frozen with fear and waited for another sound, but nothing came. She considered looking in there but then a horribly vivid memory flooded her mind.
The large creature kneeled down to her sobbing form on the ground, and whipped a slimy, purple tongue around her cheekbone and ear. Bulma gasped before her first instinct came over her and she whacked its mouth out of her face. It staggered in surprise before letting out a roar of anger. Bulma barely got to her feet before she could hear its heavy footsteps behind her.
Bulma gasped, as if it were happening all over again. Then she regained consciousness of where she was and headed out to the garage.
Little did she know, that in the next few minutes, a fate-changing discovery would affect her life forever.
Enter:Prince Vegeta/ Location: Freiza's Planet/Chamber
"And what business do you have to engage in here, Prince?"
"Lord Freiza, I am here to acknowlege our next planet."
"What for?"
"Boredom."
"Oh, so you come and whine to me of your lack of activities? Out of the question! Leave me be."
"You are the one who supplies them! You do forget that when I previously did not acquire your permission to embark and conquer other planets, you scolded me. Now, do you expect me not to be confused by your motives?"
Freiza pondered for a second before replying in his usual, velvet-laced sneer,"Well, I suppose so... And since you have survived the eruption of Planet Endar, unlike Lieutenant Zarbon, you have my permission to conquer no more than two planets of your choice and also capture their inhabitants as slaves."
Then Vegeta's gaze dropped to Freiza's sideman, who was whispering something in Freiza's ear. Suddenly, Freiza looked enraged.
"What is this blasphemy?! Where is the Chikkyu girl? She was most intelligent of them all according to our scans! ARRGH! What the hell was keeping you, of all soldiers, from keeping her within eyesight?!"
"Lord Freiza! It was not I who was assigned to keep watch of the girl. I had no knowledge of the girl's presence until the two soldiers were making a fuss about her! As they were distracted, she escaped but Zarbon found her, and he let her escape for some reason."
"Lies! Why did he let her go?"
"He was infatuated with her," Vegeta explained, making sure that disgust was flashing in his obsidian gaze.
"More lies! Zarbon would never let such nauseating emotions serve as an impediment to his duty!"
"I tell no lies. Honesty is a Saiyan's oath, Your Majesty," Vegeta faintly bowed, not willing to render the consequences of not showing allegiance to the repulsive lizard.
"Hmph! You just did and you are now suspended for false testimonies! Out of my sight!"
Vegeta scoffed and threw a scowl at him before exiting the chamber to his room. Once in there he was in an outrage.
"Errrr! Why? Why the hell do these fools always do this to me! One way or a fucking other, they prove to be another damned inconvenience for me! I am the Prince of all Saiyans! This should not happen to me!"
Then he thought, 'But since I am the Prince of all Saiyans...I can do whatever I damn well please... After all, I have absolutely nothing to lose anymore.'
So he decided to board the next SpacePod for Spician, a wealthy but naturally beautiful planet that was similar to Earth. And quite close to it as well.
'Hmm, and if I get bored, I could pay EarthGirl a little visit as well...'
Enter:Bulma Briefs/ Location: Capsule Corp. Garage
Trinkets and other anonymous items were making small crashes onto the tile floor as Bulma projected them behind her while searching for something that looked compatibly easy to pull apart. Without having any such luck, she slumped to the floor, with various amounts of oil sludged on her face. Smelling herself of chemical, she knew a bath would be in soon order.
'I guess these pieces of junk were in here for a reason...'
She started to get up when her supporting foot landed on the slick, black liquid, causing her feet to come out from under her. The foot that slipped, kicked into a metal bar of one of the shelves, pulling the entire contraption down with its contents. Lucky for her, it landed right infront of her.
For a second, she just sat there with wide eyes, staring what would've been her death, or at least a severe injury. She would have been thankful that her foot only kicked it, if it hadn't responsible in the first place.
"Whew! I think that's all the excitement I need for a while-...huh?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught an orange slur in the mess of rusted, grey material. She curiously strode over to the pile to pick up the shiny, glass ball. Clutching it in her hand, she stared at it in wonder as her mind was conjuring ideas of what it was. But something told her it wasn't just an ordinary ball.
So her first instinct was to go show her father her discovery, but then she knew what he would do. He would examine it in his lab, then forget about it, and it'd end up in here again. Or he'd take it to a trip to some weird place and show it to the leaders and they'll want to keep it and perhaps sell the damn thing. Or her mother...oh kami only knew what her mother would do to it.
"No! I can't risk that,"she muttered to herself.
"Talking to yourself are we?"
Bulma gasped and swung around in surprise. Then she shakily laughed when she spotted her father grinning at her.
"Oh...heh heh heh...uh dad whaddya doing here?" Bulma asked with uncertainty.
"Oh, just making sure you're not devising a plan to murder me and your mother just to inherit your fortune."
Bulma just stared at him with a blank face for a second,"You are joking right?"
He chuckled merrily,"Of course! I know you wouldn't do that sweetie. But if you want to, I know how you feel. In my day, my dad had quite the fortune as well, before I took it and expanded it. But before I got it, I was just itching to take hold of it."
Bulma groaned,"Dad! C'mon, you tell me that every-single-day! If I wanted to kill you two, I would save myself the wait, trust me. Besides, why would I put up with you two?"
"Hmm, I guess you're right. Well, I think lunch'll be done pretty soon so if you want work done you'd better get up there."
She remembered the orange ball in her hand and didn't want to stay much longer but she still had a burning question that she felt now was the right time to ask,
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"...Did you ever worry about me- when I was in space, I mean?"
He looked straight at her with sincerity in his turquious eyes,"Of course, ask your mother, she'll tell you that I was just losing it at the thought of never seeing you again...You know you're my angel, Bulma. No matter how tall or older you get, you'll always be my angel."
Bulma could feel her eyelids brimmed with soft tears, even though she wouldn't let them fall,"Thank you daddy."
"You're welcome."
Then, before her father caught the small tear on her cheek, she swiftly stroded up the stairs, taking the short cut to hall to her room. Once there, she placed the orange ball on her dresser and looked at herself in the mirror before her. She studied her big, amethyst eyes, her short nose, the pouty lips under them, and her slender, pearl-covered neck. She took the pearls off, studying the smooth, milky skin that was under them. Then her eyes fell downward to her blossoming chest, which was much more ample than most girls she saw at course, she knew they would be assets soon, but she still couldn't help the feeling of self-conciousness flood her head.
Putting the feeling to rest, or to the back of her mind, she drew a deep breath and closed her eyes as a desire came forth from the surface of her heart,
'I want someone...someone who ignores the flaws and insists that there's only perfection...someone to love me for me...someone that I love inside and out, and to love me the same way in return...'
'I want...the most gracious, most absolutely wonderful...I want the most perfect boyfriend of them all!'
She let out the breath she was holding and opened her eyes to the mirror in front of her. Not that she wasn expecting him to be standing right behind her, but she knew that someday he would be standing by her. The only problem was that she had no idea of how that was to be possible.
'I'll find a way! I must!'
Enter: Prince Vegeta / Location: Planet Spician
His being filled with delight at the sight of the wounded, writhing form on the burnt ground beneath them. The alien warrior, who was apparently the leader of the planet since the rest of the species voluntarily fought before him, was wincing in obviouslyintense pain. Instead of remorse or sympathy, the fourteen-year-old Vegeta only felt superiority and power, the way a Prince, especially a Saiyan one, should feel.
His coarse, menacing laughter echoed around the semi-destructed planet, its elegant nature deduced to imposing filth. He turned his youthful, mischievous smirk to the elder and spoke his perspective scornfully,
"Who would've thought...that the King of such a perfect planet such as you wouldn't even defend his own damn planet? What a pity this is. What a pathetic FOOL you are! Did you actually think that this peaceful tranquility would last eternally?!You are a bloody, weak FOOL! You are no King...you are a disgrace to your planet and its species, whom you will be seeing in hell very soon..."
"NO! Let me-please-let me try once more! I swear I will fulfill my duty as King! Plea-," Blood splattered the once grass-covered ground as the bright, yellow beam shot through the slightly bulging stomach of the white-skinned King.
A heavy thud echoed after the body hit the ground, but he paid no attention to the atmosphere around him, instead he just stared at the lifeless corpse with a blank expression. Unwanted thoughts started to run through his mind,
'What if that was my father? Hell, that was basically his same position when that damned Frieza decided to deceive him...But that does not matter! My father and the others are forgotten now, and I am left. But I will take advantage of this and I WILL NOT be the weak cowards they were! I WILL become the legendary Super Saiyan and I will be the one to deceive Frieza. To show him the same fear and the same death that he bestowed to my father and my planet...
'But I wonder...how long will it take for Frieza to turn around and decieve me?'
A small noise from behind him broke into his thoughts, his Saiyan instincts causing him to immediately snap around to face the source of the sound. He turned to see a small boy, clutching a sharp object in his bleeding hand, and directing a hateful glare at the Prince, who was a little surprised but his expression didn't show it. Instead he narrow his eyes in suspense, debating in his mind whether or not to kill the boy for attempting to murder him. Seeing that the boy was considerably weak, he saw him as a waste of time. Concluding that he was done with this planet, he started for his SpacePod.
The boy, who was breathing and sweating heavily in fear, was aggravated,"Hey you! Where do you think you're going?"
The Prince stopped in his tracks, not facing the boy,and replied,"Boy, I have no desire to fight you, since I would just kill you with one hit...And you are not worth the time I'd be wasting if I did that. Understand?"
"What?"
He got annoyed,"It means that I have destroyed your planet, murdered your entire species, and despite your feeble existence, I am done! I shall waste no more time on this pathetic planet! NOW do you understand?"
Silence.
"Good."
He started walking once more to the SpacePod. Once there, he pondered if he should really go to Chikyuu to get the girl. There were quite some benefits in doing so as well. There was the expression of horror that he'd earn and cherish from her face, there was the feeling of victory that he had also won that damn game of hers, and he'd have a little more fun purging that planet as well.
But
There were some precautions.
Frieza probably found out of his sudden departure and, guessing Vegeta was to owe his debts, headed to Chikyuu already, purging the planet as well. And if Vegeta was to land there at that point in time...
He would walk straight into a trap. And he couldn't pin-point the exact landing of the SpacePod, which would be extremely helpful in this situation.
So he decided not to go. Instead, he contacted Nappa and informed him of his location, knowing full-well that he could trust Nappa. Nappa arrived at the exact moment Vegeta told him to. Nappa didn't know where Frieza was, but he strongly suggested staying away from any planet that Frieza would guess about. Nappa listed a few planets that he knew Frieza didn't know about.
"All right then,"Vegeta said,"Duzaan it is."
Nappa nodded in approval, then headed to his SpacePod and started it, lifting off right after Vegeta. Before setting the fatigue modes, he saw the incoming message screen start to beep. Ignoring it, and knowing it was Frieza or his men, he set the fatigue modes, and prepared for a long sleeping period.
Enter:Bulma Briefs /Location: CC Lab
For hours she was typing, trying to find information on the orange glass ball, but she just couldn't find any. She was getting so desperate that she narrowed the search so much that she could tell she wouldn't find anything, and she completely stopped when it the search came to the perverse topic of 'alien sex-orange ball stimulation techniques for the human pervert.'
"Oh! Oh no-no-no-no. Get it off! Whew!"She hunched lower in her chair as her aqua eyes drooped in an unaccomplished gaze. She looked at the ball for a moment before sitting back up and grabbing it, then rolling it over in her hand and examining the glimmering glass surface. She halted the examination when she spotted the red star.
She gasped and looked forward into nothingness as the thick feeling of discovery and satisfaction filled her, making feel like she was floating. She closed her eyes slowly for a dramatic moment...before she heard her mother call after her in the intercom,
"Dinner's up here, sweetiecakes!Oh, and your newly clean underwear is up here for you to put away dear!"
Time halted. So did her glorious moment of triumph. Her smile fell to an angry frown as her cheeks were burning crimson.
"Everytime,"Bulma muttered through gritted teeth.
When she reached the large, yellow kitchen, her father was already seated and sipping his frequently used coffee and her mother had just placed a plate of pot roast and peas with mashed potatoes and gravy. Bulma's living nightmare, as a contrast to her chocolate bars and ice cream with sprinkles, brownie bits, and steaming fudge.
Then she sat reluctantly, hoping to Kami that her mother made an alternate dinner for her.
She didn't.
"Here you go dear, but I left out the peas since I know you just hate those. Did you want gravy on your potatoes dear? I didn't now but I just poured it on anyway!" Her mother added a giddy giggle to the dreadful sentence, making Bulma's urge to choke even more unbearable.
Bulma threw a glare at her naive mother and started in a grave tone,"Who the hell do you take me for, mother!? I do not have forty-five year old taste buds! The potatoes should be cooked into salty chips and there should be a pack of licorice and chocolate candies instead of this shit!"
"Bulma, please watch your language and lower your voice-"her father tried, but failed miserably.
"You shut up! Nobody asked you and this is between me and Mom,"Bulma snapped at her father then turned to her mother who was being quiet,"And YOU...should THINK a little before talking into the intercom with things like THAT to say!"
"But sweetheart, I was just telling you-"
"I WAS IN THE DAMN CENTRAL OFFICE WHERE EVERY FUCKING EMPLOYEE IS BECAUSE SOMEONE WON'T FIX MY COMPUTER IN MY PERSONAL, PRIVATE LAB IN WHICH I WOULDN'T HAVE CARED IF YOU EVEN SAID YOU FOUND HALF A BOTTLE OF BIRTH CONTROL PILLS!"
Bulma's face was just livid with anger as her nostrils were flaring and her mother looked slightly shocked, but not as shocked as her father, whose spoon-holding hand was frozen in the air, like everything else in the room.
It was silent for a moment before Bulma's mother added meekly,"Your roast is getting cold."
The livid anger that was implanted on her face a few seconds totally vanished as her mouth dropped open slightly. The expression that once held immense irritation was now inhabited by shock and wonder. The mouth curved a lttle, betraying its earlier outburst.
Then she laughed.
And she laughed, and she laughed...and she laughed some more all the way to her room.
She slammed it shut, causing the walls to shake, but the action didn't stop her maniacal laughing. She leaned on the door and slid down her mostly tidy beige carpet, still laughing.
"They are so crazy,"she said to herself in between laughs,"I'm surrounded by freaks."
Then the tears came and the laughs turned into sobs as she buried her head in her hands and cried, the memory of the events on that planet flooding back into her head in still flashes. Happy ones, sad ones, triumphant ones...and the scary ones.
To her, it seemed like a horror movie, a nightmare, and an illusion all rolled into one. She remembered every living detail of what happened and she just couldn't force out of her mind. She questioned herself as to why this was such a forsaken trauma, but then she reminded herself that she had never really been in danger like that until then. Until then, she had led such a sheltered life full of promises and treasures, blocking the filth and danger of the real world away from her welfare. It was quite a change for her to have such a feeling grab her that way.
Unfortunately for her, that wouldn't be the last she would feel fear.
Whew! Okay, I swear you guys better be freakin' thankful for this...J/K, it's just that I've spent quite a long time on this chapter and I guess the irritation is getting to me. But I do hope this makes up for my lack of frequent updates, real sorry about that.
Next chapter: Skip a year and put a determined Bulma with a naive Goku and a search of the remaining five Dragon balls and whaddya get? Well, you're going to have to actually get a hold of Dragonball volume 1 to find that out. But what happens AFTER that is the main plot for the next chappie which will be coming soon.
One More Thing: Before you even say it, I know that Bulma basically had to clean the garage and THEN she found it but I think my version fits a little better. (no offense Akira! )
Oh, and about the and Bulma scene-sorry I didn't giveya a tissue alert, but I won't be like that when the lemon baskets are in stock...hee hee hee
You know you're going to review this one, pal.
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