Emotions

By Lilith-Shii

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. No matter how much I want to. V.v

A/N: Okay! Since I seemed to be getting...held back by the slow process of getting Microsoft Word onto my computer, I decided to just try doing this story for now on WordPad. I would like to say thank you to my loyal readers, for having patience. Now, Chapter 8!

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Chapter Eight: Poison

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Since of the out burst he inflicted onto his father, Vegeta hadn't been hanging around his old man. He sat alone on the rocks of Hell, thinking. About? Who knows. This man had a lot to worry about, and yet already the old man he calls his father, has been more of a pain in the ass than even Furiza. Ha! Where has been the drag queen lizard?

Hasn't he felt his ki when he had entered the place? Or is he waiting for Vegeta to go after him?

Vegeta simply chuckled, and cracked his knuckles. This might be more fun down here than expected. Might as well go for it. He stood up to his feet, and turned Super Saiya-jin so that Furiza can fear his presence. He chuckled. He jumped high into the air, than zipped far off, searching for the man who had for the years of his childhood and teenage years tormented him.

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Goku paced for the moment. He watched Chichi while she was still knocked out. His eyes glinted with agony. He had to even say to himself...His wife suffered too much. With him being away so long and so much, he was even surprise she greeted him with open arms. He smiled a little. So, this was true love, eh? After all these years of Bulma pounding it into his head when he was younger, he actually understood what marriage was.

He looked over at Bulma, who hadn't moved for an hour. He started to walk over to her, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Bulma..?"

"Hn."

"We'll bring Vegeta back with the dragon balls, I promise. We just need to find a way to defeat Buu first. And I might have an idea..."

"What is it?"

"Heh, it's a secret."

"Goku..."

"Trust me. It'll work for sure."

"Alright..."

Bulma stood up, and hugged her friend.

"Who knew..."

"What?"

"Vegeta. He changed so much..."

"Well, a little to me..."

"You're oblivious!"

Goku chuckled a little when Bulma had yelled at him. What ever made her feel comfortable, but didn't mean she was exactly okay. He had an idea, and boy, this was going to be a test. Espeically with the two women that might protest against his wishes.

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"Furiza..."

The lizard lord turned from the pool of red water to fix his gaze on a Super Saiya-jin. He gaped. He started to back up a little, while his eyes showed fear. When was the last time Furiza had seen a Super Saiya-jin? Years? But not even years can bury to fear that Furiza was attempting to cover.

"What's this? My little prince has grown up?"

"Tch." Vegeta landed onto the ground with his arms folded. He glared at Furiza and growled loudly when he felt those buried memories start to resurface. When Furiza had killed him on Namek the first time, than his future son defeating him so simply. This soothed his anger, and his ego seemed to boost up. He cracked a marvelous grin, and started to walk forward. "Furiza, look at you. It was hard enough trying to pinpoint your weak body..."

Furiza hissed. How dare he! That bastard, he was testing him obviously, but the power...Since his little prince had finally reached the goal, he didn't know whether he could defeat the man. Finally, he realized something.

"Dead, are we? Who killed you? Was it that Kakarot fellow...?"

Vegeta stiffened. He narrowed his eyes fiercly and stepped forward. "Excuse me?"

"Did he kill you that easily?"

Vegeta started to growl loudly, and launched forward. He left jab Furiza, and slammed the lizard against the rocks.

"Don't you fucking dare! He did not finish me off! He will be the one who dies!"

He started to beat Furiza deeper and deeper into the rocks, his fists slamming harder with intensity with each hit. Finally, he lifted his hands in front of his face and shot an energy blast at Furiza's stomach. Oh, he wasn't done. He grabbed the battered Furiza by the neck, and pulled him forward.

"Heh, looks like you'll be my punching bag for eternity, or till I'm wished back."

"Look at you...Taking your anger out on me just to cover the fact your weaker than Kakarot!"

"Stop it..."

"My little monkey...Trying to prove that he is better than Kakarot...When he is not! He's weak! He even died! HAHAHAHA!"

"Fuck you!"

Vegeta snapped, and right hook Furiza by his jaw. Sending him flying through the mountain of rocks. He growled, and started to power up more. He held his hands up, and started to breath heavily. He was truly pissed. He was ready to kill Furiza at this moment. If it's even possible...Maybe he'll make Furiza his lap dog until he is wish back. No. He'll be just like that disgusting creature. He lowered his hands for the moment, and growled.

"Shouldn't be wasting my energy on him."

"Yeah, might as well save it, Prince."

Vegeta swung around to be face to face with the solider, Bardock. He closed his eyes slowly, and reopened his eyes.

"What the hell do you want?"

"What a greeting, Prince."

"Well, let's see. Already in a matter of...what? Only about 50 minutes of being in this hell hole, I've been scrutinized by my father, Raditz, by the way, you should tell you damn son to cut his hair before he looses tail in that mess, managed to get me pissed, and Furiza had that one time to actually not make this worse than it was, but of course, he got some of this-" He held up his fist to make his point, "Anyhow. What do you want, Bardock? Do you want to know about how your son is stronger than I am? I am suppose to be the elite warrior! And your son...Surpassed me. What else do you want to know?" Vegeta snapped.

"Why are you so-" Bardock gulpped, knowing he would have to lick the Prince's boots after saying this, "bitchy?"

"Well, now I know where your son gets his intelligence from. It surprises me you were even a scienctist at all. Maybe it was a pity part, and gave it to you out of feeling bad on how low your brain power is."

Bardock frowned, but didn't do anything. He knew if he even made a single move to hit the Prince, the King would be at his throat. Or worse, the Prince will rip his arm out of his socket.

"I'm sorry."

"Ugh! Weak! That is what you are!"

"Prince Vegeta, calm yourself, please?"

"'Please?' "

"..."

"Heh. Sadly, I guess Hell made you a sweet, percious girl, Bardock?"

"..."

"Good. Stay quiet. I don't need to hear anything from you anymore."

"What happened to you?"

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"You're calling me soft. I didn't go out and get a human pregnant. You implanted her with the royal seed, and brought shame to the family. Not I. I can be as soft as I want to, but I didn't do anything to make my father turn his head away."

"...You're trying my patience..."

"I didn't get myself killed for a weak woman. I chose to die to save our race. OUR race. You could've been more helpful, and not CROSSBREED, and make hybrids run ramped-"

"Your son has done the same thing, you ass! Don't you ever-" Vegeta growled, and grabbed Bardock by his throat. "Ever try to make me feel guilty for my choice of lifestyle. It is MY life. Not yours. Not my father's. I don't give a damn about what you think. Don't you ever degrade my woman. Ever. She gave me my son. And I'm fairly happy with him. And I bet you if you were in my situation, with a beautiful woman such as her that is not a Saiya-jin, you would do the very same thing."

"I-"

"You would, wouldn't you?" Vegeta growled, tightening his hand around his throat.

"I can't say."

"Bullshit."

He threw him down against the ground, and turned away. Being dead wasn't as nice and sugar-coated as Kakarot made it seem like. Bastard. He started to walk away from Bardock, and mumble something under his breath.

"Where is Furiza?"

"Hm?"

He rolled his eyes, and turned to the solider. "Where is Furiza?"

"He left this part of Hell. You manage to scare him away."

"Good."

"Prince Vegeta."

"What Bardock?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Telling me about my son. I needed to know how he was. Since..you know."

"Whatever."

"And.."

Vegeta let out a loud, irritable sigh. "Yes?"

"I think you'll beat my son."

"You think?"

"Erm, I mean, I know you'll beat my son."

Another ego booster. Bardock knew that all to well, but Vegeta could sense what he was doing.

"Flattering me doesn't get you anywhere."

"That I know."

"Don't do it again."

"Alright."

Vegeta started to walk away, listening to the sound of Bardock following him. He didn't care. He let the warrior follow him like a lost puppy. He needed someone to keep him company who isn't his father. The train with him when he was bored. Which mean it has to be often. He launched into the air, Bardock following suit. He had to get used to the fact that he was everything his people depended on when they were alive. Now dead, Vegeta felt that Bardock had to protect.

"Bardock."

"Yes, Prince?"

"Will you actually listen to me when I want you to?"

"Of course. I'm loyal, Prince."

"I know that, idiot. I might make you my servant."

Bardock's eyebrow twitched while Vegeta chuckled to himself. This was good, all too good. At least he'll be entertained for the while. This was going to be a good time down in hell. Well, for a while. he had to cross path with his father again. To give him a piece of his mind.

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A/N: OMG, another author's note! Well, this chapter was quite...odd. I never even thought it would escalte to that, really. So, bare with me on my spelling. It seems I cannot live without spell check. Thank you for reading! Oh and a correction to 'Note to Readers', it's Chapter One of 'Abyss' that's coming out. Not two. Sorry for the mistake. Waves hands in the air. Please, no killie.