Here is the next installment of this story, which the title is too long to type since im too lazy to type it.
Rating: PG-13 - Violence, Language, etc
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Italics represent flashbacks or vocal emphasis.
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: Unknown
There was a building light...Light stronger than anything she had ever known or seen...
And then the light just stopped. It was dead. The next thing she felt was the ground rushing up to pound into her back, her head colliding with it as well.
Her eyes cringed as the pain burst through her head like a balloon, crippling her eyesight and creating sparklets of colours in front of her sensitive eyes. She looked up to see that the creature had fled, the connection was gone. But then she looked around to see, even through the dark, that sharp flame of black hair tha would always curse her memory.
Instantly she bolted to her feet and went to him. He was unconscious, but there was still a pulse. She picked him up with all the strength she had and dragged him to a tree. The rain had stopped, at least what she thought was rain on her forehead. She didn't remember it raining.
She took in a breath and sighed, knowing what she was doing betrayed her purpose for even being there.
"You...Y-You're not supposed to aid the enemy..."
His eyes barely creaked open, bringing a smile to her tired lips,"Yes, yes. I know Vegeta. But in times of tragedy, there are no enemies."
Suddenly his head snapped up,"What? What tragedy? Who-?"
A giggled passed her lips as they grew in a smile as she shook her head,"I was only joking. Gotcha."
A scowl etched his still wet face.
Her head tilted as if trying to reason with him,"Hey. Who said anything about being enemies? We're playing a Kami-damned game!"
His expression remained unchanged as he peered at her,"We are competing, woman. That puts us against each other, breaking any kind of comradeship."
"So?"
"We're enemies. We always...basically have been. Why, you don't want to be enemies with me? You want to be closer than that?" A smirk had long since expanded over his mouth widening at the instant blush that blanketed over her cheeks.
"Oh, whatever. You know that is not what I meant. I just, well...You take everything so damn seriously!"
"And you take everything so damn lightly. It's all about precautions, woman."
"Well at least I don't spend my life constantly stressing over such precautions. Fine, since we are such enemies, I'd better get going before you get too close to me."
Then she was off before he could retort. He watched her stalk through the mud, the slight darkness had somewhat lightened due to a possible sunrise. He didn't know how far away that was.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown.
He slept for what he believed were four hours. A large, stretched bruise formed itself on the side of his arm, which was probably what he landed on when he was pushed down.Still, he was too groggy to inquire the woman about that damned light, and that power! Suddenly, his consciousness snapped up, his blood rate spiked as everything in him was suddenly awake. Sure, he had true power of control, but what he truly desired was the power he had detected the night before.
Wondering briefly where the woman had rushed off to, he found himself at a stream after walking around for some time. He splattered some on his face, stared at his reflection for a bit, and then walked off. His stomach voiced its need for food, and so he complied, instantly and effortlessly killing what he guessed was an antelope. Bulma had shown him what animals were what on the planet and he was surprised that he even took time to learn from her, much less even notice.
He ate the antelope in haste and hunger before it happened again. That damned imposterous Ki that kept bugging him with familiarity. Then the same old fear struck his chest again.
'What if this damned Ki got to the woman? Then I'll be at fault for everything. No, it won't happen. If this is who I think it is, they'll most likely find me first. And if it who I think it is, then I am the reason they are here. And this better be good.'
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: Unknown
She looked for something easy: fruits, berries, anything that didn't involve blood and guts. But at the thought of killing for food, the image of Vegeta Galick-Gunning down some deer immediately flew to her mind. Laughing and shaking her head, she kept walking down the trail with her arms up behind her head Goku-style. She felt goofy thinking about it like that, but she could feel why Goku did it all the time. It was quite comfortable.
But despite the physical comfort that swept through her, a mighty gust of heartache defeated the wave of comfort at the thought of Son Goku and the rest of the people she had loved since she was just a girl. They had seen her at her best and worst, which was rare, and she felt that they really did know-
Wait.
Did they really...know her at all?
"Just because you voice the obvious protests that your obvious character would have...doesn't mean that they know your internal character."
He was right. For the first time, Bulma went over what he had said, and she knew he was right. Maybe she wasn't the only one who could see sthings that others couldn't...
Just as she was about to automatically create a plan, some kind of goal to make sure the other really did see her truly and inside, an electric flash of trouble struck her deep inside her chest, her heart. Before her hand could fly gently to it, she was dashing.
Dashing off to find him.
But she knew what happened, she knew it was trouble that she wasn't sure her heart could quite handle.
It took her ten minutes to locate him, since she had gone from him the night before. The only thing echoing through the forest was her troubled heartbeat, but inside her mind was filled with panicking thoughts of what she would find. She came upon a bush and looked beyond it...
There he was, laying in the bright green grass, which was evolving into a deep red. 'Red grass, how pleasant,' she thought cynically.
But the humour was lost in the anxiety that coursed through her when she saw him so helpless and injured like that upon the grass. When she looked up to see a fat, pink guy with snarling, cracked lips, she blanched at his unnattractiveness. But when a Ki ball suddenly appeared in his bloated fist, his out appearance was wiped from her mind when all desperation and protest filled it.
A scream flew from her heart to her mouth.
"NO! Stop!"
He down at her from the sky, eyes wide and startled,"Huh?"
"NO, you can't! Come on, he's done nothing to deserve this!" She cried, her eyes welling up with tears that she hadn't even realized yet.
"Heh heh heh...Woman, I deserve nothing for all the things I've done...Nothing but this, a ticket to hell," He croaked, his body trembling as he was losing more blood.
Her eyebrows burrowed, curving up in sympathy,"A ticket to hell? Vegeta...Wh-What happened to you? The Vegeta I know would never give up this early-"
"Woman! I demand you to stand back and let my fate run its course. I'm not strong enough to defeat him, and if I cannot defeat Dodoria, of all weak idiots, then surely I deserve to die."
Her face had grown soft,"I can't believe you. Giving up this easily. You wonder in your mind every waking moment why Goku is so much more advanced than you and that is because of persistance. Goku never surrenders, yes he risks and risks until he finds the right way to take care of the enemy, but never surrenders."
His eyes snapped to hers in rage,"You fool. I don't care about Kakoratt. I don't! He can rot in hell with me for all I care."
A hint of a smirk grew on her features, she knew she hit a nerve,"Fine. You don't care. But what do you think the spacefolk will say when they think back on the infamously intimidating Prince of all Saiyans...?"
His eyes narrowed into slits as they glared up at the sky. She continued.
"Do you think Gohan would be proud to say that his Prince just gave up and was too tired to fend for his own life, much less his own planet?"
"Gohan is a fucking half-breed, he does not count as a Saiyan!"
"You shouldn't either, the way you are acting. I believe you are the fool here, Vegeta. You haven't even stopped to think that maybe you should represent your stubborn proud race and give it everything you have! You haven't stopped to think of your own religion, that if you can breathe then you can fight until the kami-damned end. You are creating yourself as a shame to your entire race, what's left of it anyhow. There will be future Saiyans from Gohan's bloodline, and what do you think he'll tell his descendants about the last heir to the throne? Do you think they'll be proud?"
"I don't care what any damn brat thinks!"
"Yes you do. You may not what to care, but you do. You want others to admire you and praise, the way they do to Goku. But that will never happen with you in a pubble of your own blood."
Finally, his head turned to her, his eyes flashing with rage and anger directed completely at her, along with a hint of something she had never seen there before.
He got to his feet, stumbled a but on the way there, but he did it. And when he did, he side-glanced at her, a bold smirk raising his lips. She smiled back, a slight streak of apologetic appreciation sweeping through her eyes.
Then he cast a glare at Dodoria, who yawned sarcastically.Bulma looked at the scene one last time before heading away from her "enemy".
Well, at least she thought she was, before strong arms pinned her to the ground from behind.
Enter: Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown
His eyes widened as Dodoria, in a flash only his Saiyan vision could catch, rapidly threw Bulma to the ground right after she was turned around. A vicious growl vibrated in his throat as Vegeta got into fighting position, a hateful scowl etched on his features. Dodoria looked back at him with a smug grin.
"Ha! I have your precious bitch now, whaddaya gonna do about it?"
"You jerk off! How dare you call me that- Let me go!" Bulma squirmed here and there, giving up after a while.
Vegeta, fueled by her disgusted yet desperate voice, lauched himself towards the pink imposter.
"Oh, you best not, Prince! Just one more inch and she'll be obliteratd to pieces!" He warned.
She threw Vegeta a warning look,"Don't risk it Vegeta, I'm not worth it!"
His eyes narrowed as his nostrils started to flare,"The hell you aren't woman."
Enter: Bulma Briefs /Location: Unknown
She couldn't help but feel herself fall into a haze of unexpectancy and yet...Her heart was flying, as if she was waiting for a sign, anything from this seemingly cold Prince that easily shattered her imahe of everything, including herself, but managed to put her beating heart back together.
She could barely feel her expression clear and her cheeks flush with crimson when she came back to reality. Pushing it away, she realized she was still under the amazingly ample weight of the pink intruder. Her eyes flew back to the smirking Prince, who only glanced at her before leaping up into the air.
"Wh-Damnit! Whatthe hell does he think he is doing now...?" Dodoria snarled.
Bulma whimpered, trying to move her legs hard enough to kick him. He caught her motions, and with a devious smirk, he only pinned her down harder than before...
"AGGGH! Holy shit-It burns! It burns! It BURNS!"
In miliseconds, the revoltingly pink soldier was off of her, and she took in a liberatingly, refreshingly deep breath in. Looking up in pirsuit of her rescuer, she caught sight of the brown-black creature. A grin played upon her features as she got to her sleeping feet, which prickled as blood flowed back into their place.
"Well, well, well...We meet again. Hmmm. Shall we?" She suggested matter-of-factly before passing it.
She stopped when she noticed that it apparently didn't hear her. It remained in its previous spot.
Sighing, she stomped back up to it,"Hello? Are you coming or not!"
It just peered back at her, its large eyes just gazing at her. She couldn't read them at all, but she was never really close with animals, if this thing could classify as an animal. They either scared her or annoyed her, or she just didn't notice them and they didn't notice her. This one did however, and she wondered why.
Giving it a dear, curious gaze, she took it by the long, thick appendages that hung down to its ankles. A tweak of intruige sparked her inside when she felt its tiny quills vanish underneath her touch to reveal a smooth exoskeleton. She glanced from its arms to its eyes with questions in her own, but its eyes held no answers. With a 'Hm', Bulma went down the trail with it following behind her.
Enter:Prince Vegeta no Ouji /Location: Unknown
"Hm hm hm...Nothing like using some ridiculous creature to do your own dirty work," Vegeta chuckled as he leapt back down from the hidden treetops.
Upon hearing the pound on the ground from the impact of his fall, Dodoria spun around, still nursing the kamehame-sized welt on his hip.
"What the hell do you think you were doing this time? I ain't gonna play cat and mouse with you Prince!"
"Call me that one more time and get your well-deserved glimpse of hell," Vegeta warned sternly.
"Ah ha ha! Keep talking like you can scare me Vegeta. Alright, alright. Can we get your funeral over with now, or are we still adding years to your tombstone?"
"Hush. It will come soon. But first I have some questions for you, Dodoria."
He rolled his bulging eyes,"Get on with it then."
"Where is Frieza? What is he planning to do now?"
"Ha! The hell I know. besides, why would the bastard send me over here with information for you to try to get out of me? You gotta give the lizard some more credit than that."
"Fine. But why are you here?"
"Tsk. To settle our score. You remember, don't you? I'm the one who killed your bodyguard Naffa, or what the hell ever his dumb Saiyan name was."
Vegeta's fists clenched, his eyes narrowed with intense rage and resentment,"You fool! You will have your limbs handed to you one by one!"
Yes, Dodoria was unfortunately ready for Vegeta's launching himself at him, but he was not at all preparedfor the rapidly formed Ki ball that seemed to burn his face through before Dodoria even realized it. Shrieking with agony, Dodoria held his face with one hand, which was also becoming incenerated as well. Vegeta smirked inwardly, this was his last chance, while the bitch was defenseless...
There it came, Vegeta's Ki and blue energy collided together in a climaxing force that elevated to its most powerful limit. That was where Vegeta could find himself. This was the carmine rage that he could allow himself, that he intentionally let himself have. To take out the same aggressive violence that was taken onto himself was his heaven. He had to build himself into this raging monster, and then no more will others be convinced that they could surpass him in any way. the only thing they will feel is fear. fear of his knowledge, fear of his rage, fear of his power.
He would be invincible.
Feeling for the first time in two aching months the exhilerating adrenaline of his intensified anger, the Ki blast ripped through his pulsing arms, slipping almost effortlessly through his welcoming palms and stabbing mercilessly through the abdomen of Vegeta's latest victim, who was once a victimizer.
Even minutes after Dodoria's lifeless, bleeding body fell to the ground, Vegeta stood there, chest heaving victoriously, wishing he could pull from the depths of his unexplained guilt...dignity.
Enter: Bulma Briefs and the Creature / Location: Unknownnnn
Bulma and the calm beast, the label making her giggle because of the irony, wandered around for a while, a few hours to be exact. Only once or twice had Vegeta crossed the confused mind of the scientific genius, but not even her intellect could save her from the darkly alluring Prince.
After dramatically sighing and glancing at the impassive creature, she finally came upon a hill. A weird hill. It was so weird it caught the attention of the weird scientist. She gazed at it weirdly,as if it seemed to be the weirdest thing on the weird planet. And so, after giving the weird creature a glance, it proceded to give the hill a weird blast. Not Ki or anything like those weird Saiyans' moves, but just like a weird laser.
Then, she saw it.
A peculiar Dragonball.
And so, she gave it a peculiar smile.
Then she took it and ran off again with the creature.
All the while looking at the one weird star on the usually orange Dragonball, which was now strangely blue.
"Hmmm...How peculiar."
Heeheeheeheehee thats the end of the chappie. Yeah the Dodoria battle sequence was short but uhh I'm not the best at those.
ty for reading and, for those of you that do, the wonderful reviews i have gotten so far.
More to come.
Jckash03