Note: There goes chapter 14. I hope you like it the way I do. (^_^)

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Chapter 14 the Reality Behind

That was an ordinary Sunday morning, the sun shone brightly and the grass was soft. Spring was always Goku's favorite season above all. Wearing his orange t-shirt and long black trousers, Goku reached his ball. He had planned to spend all day practicing basketball, the fair one without involving any blades or knives. Goku smiled and started his practice.

Finally, I have some time playing basketball I really love….

After several hours Goku took a rest for eating roasted pork liver. Chichi had taught him several cooking skills and he was a great student. The meal was awesome! Goku loved it. Afterward, he practiced basket once again. Goku was practicing back lay up moves in his lawn when Vegeta and Bulma approached him.

"Kakarotto, practicing several useless moves aren't you?" Vegeta mocked him and maneuvered him, taking the ball from Goku. He dribbled it several times then threw it onto the ring. "Say, why don't we play a game?"

"Yeah! I'm up to every game, Vegeta!" Goku took the ball with him.

"Hey back off you morons!" Bulma ran and stood between them. "You can't do that Vegeta! Hey Goku, listen up! Vegeta didn't sleep for hours, he was terribly sick, and he was tired! And Vegeta you idiot bastard! We came here for something more important than a lousy game!" Bulma took the ball and entered Goku's house. "Come on, follow me you bloody fuckers!"

Vegeta and Goku stayed still, looking at Bulma in amazement.

Goku stared at Vegeta, "It's hard to believe that you can stand toward her cruel bluntness and creepy egoistic behavior."

Vegeta slowly walked toward Goku's house. "Yeah, this love stuff is a real fucking pain. But if there's someone to blame, it will be you Kakarotto." Vegeta turned his face over Goku. "She's having hangover all morning because of your fucking drinks. Her mouth became lousier than ever and that's why I didn't sleep all night and day, taking care of your fucking mess."

"Then why are you guys doing here in my house? You and Bulma should take a nice long sleep together. "Just sleeping, not fucking." Goku warned him.

"Watch your mouth you silly pathetic wrench. I haven't touched her." Vegeta face was red.

"Yeah right," Goku rolled his eyes. "And I do believe that all girls in our school are virgins."

"One more word and I'll gouge your fucking eyes out."

"I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut."

Bulma was in Goku's small living room and had the ball with her. She sat on the sofa and asked Vegeta to share the sofa with her. Vegeta looked over the place in disgust. He had never been in such small house like Goku's house. Goku looked irritated with Vegeta's behavior.

"It's looked nasty, small, and filled of garbage stuffs. I didn't realize it last night." Vegeta mocked Goku. "Remind me to have a talk with you about your taste in housing, Kakarotto."

"That's it Vegeta! Goku has this small and nasty house from his late grandfather. That's all left for him and you can't mock him for his unfortunate life!" Bulma tried to defense Goku.

"Sheesh, talking of being rude, Bulma." Goku's patience was wearing thin toward Bulma and Vegeta. "What's this all about?"

"Actually I want to ask you and that green bald to guard this West City. Frieza and his gang are taking over it." Vegeta explained. "That fucking bastard had completely destroyed Saiba City. I don't want he creates any havoc here."

"Is that true? I don't see him lately." Goku doubted Vegeta. "Besides, how could he rule a city and taking over another one? He's not that powerful. He's a teenager like us."

"Frieza has an organization, Kakarotto. He rules a strong organization that responsible toward black markets, drugs, and violence. You have watch Godfather trilogy, the mafia movies, haven't you? His organization is similar with them, but the members were teenagers." Vegeta gave a brief explanation to Goku.

"Really? How could teenagers do such things?"

"Damn you. I was one of them." Vegeta hold his breath in desperation. Kakarotto made him really angry. "Try this one. You just have to combine your imagination, Children of the Corn cross with Godfather. The fucking teenagers do mafia things, do you got me? And do you know what is more terrible than that? He started it all from street basket."

"Tell me more." Goku was so curious.

"That Fucking Frieza has controlled the basket hoops and he spreads his organization by recruiting idiot street basket players. They obeyed his commands, his malice, and all. In the end, he has created a crazy organization who likes violence, just like him. None could stop them." Vegeta said it bitterly. "Fuck, he has blemished the real nature of basket."

"Well, I still hardly believe it…. But…."

Bulma threw a disk to Goku. "Watch this, Goku. You'll see his threat. He had beaten Yamucha, Krilin, Launch, and Maroon. He also wants to kill you and Vegeta."

"Actually, I don't have disk player…." Goku admitted.

"Do you have a screwdriver?" Bulma asked. Bulma walked toward Goku television and restored it. In few minutes, the TV changed into a modern TV with speaker, disk player, and remote.

"There, now watch it!" Bulma yelled at Goku. Goku quickly grabbed the remote and inserted the disk.

"Whooaa…. He's playing Sadako!" Goku gasped. After watching the video, Goku took a paper and pen. He made his last testament. "In case I'll die in next seven days."

"Stop it! You're a complete idiot!" Vegeta exclaimed. "Fine, I ask you to explain this to green Namec next Monday, okay? As soon as you explain this to him, we'll have a great strong ally. He has the APL group or whatever. It will help us."

"It's APG, Apartheid Policy toward Green…." Goku said. He remembered writing banners with APG logo many times in the group because he had missed one night basket practice. "Well, you can count on me, Vegeta."

Vegeta and Bulma finally left Goku house. They moved into Vegeta's car.

"Everything will be fine, I know it." Bulma assured him. "Piccolo is a nice guy. He'll help us."

"What are you saying, Goku? I don't believe a word from your story. No, it's his story that I don't trust." Piccolo pointed his fingers at Vegeta. "What are you trying to do, Vegeta? You want to manipulate me and my group for your own sake?"

Piccolo refused to believe Goku's explanation. Goku had asked Piccolo a meeting after the routine basketball practice. The whole members of the basket group were there and listened to Goku's explanation, including Yamucha who had come out from West Hospital. Bulma also stayed there, watching the situation.

"Captain Piccolo, Vegeta only try to save us." Goku replied. "You all should watch the disk. You'll trust Vegeta. We're in great danger. Moreover, the city is in great danger."

Piccolo and his group watched the video. They watched in great horror.

"So, you had been beaten by them, Yamucha?" Piccolo asked.

Yamucha nodded, "well, I'm sure if Vegeta didn't come in our city this damn thing would never happen." He came closer to Vegeta. "You're a complete disease, bastard. You bring that terror to us. Why don't you leave our city?"

"What are you trying to say, dammit?" Vegeta mocked Yamucha. "Blame me for your own weakness, don't you? You let yourself being beaten because you're fucking weak."

Goku tried to make Yamucha shut up, "Stop it, its useless guys. It's not the right time to discuss your personal problem."

"Stop there you, Goku! It's the best time to talk to that damn Shorty!" Yamucha was getting angry. "Why should you care Vegeta? That's not your true nature, taking care of everything."

Vegeta ignored Yamucha. He stepped away from him.

Yamucha was getting angrier than before. He shouted, "I guess that is clearly stated in the Dragon Ball manga that you don't care everything besides your ego! You don't really care about this West City, you bastard!"

"That's fucking right, thanks for warning me weaklings." Vegeta stared at him, his tone was rich and cruel. "Actually I didn't care about this city. I only want to leave good impression to your nasty little friend there, so she believes that I'm good-hearted enough, and then she'll fuck with me."

Yamucha grunted and came after Vegeta, "You son of a bitch!"

Yamucha punched Vegeta stomach. Vegeta didn't avoid his fist and accepted it. Vegeta smiled wickedly at him.

"Look at you. Your fist is so weak it cannot harm me at all. Want to try the real one?"

The whole members stayed apart from them. This was their personal problem, they thought. Besides, it was interesting to see.

Bulma ran toward them. Vegeta and Yamucha were throwing punches over their bodies. Both were wounded, but it didn't stop them. She had to stop them. "Yamucha, you're an asshole! You should trust him! We all know we can't fight Frieza alone! Vegeta really cares with our city!"

Vegeta smirked at Yamucha, raising his eyebrows. Yamucha knew that Vegeta spelled out the real truth when he said that he wanted to fuck Bulma. He was really mad and jealous toward Vegeta.

"Didn't you hear him, Bulma? He just do all of good things to fuck you!" Yamucha shouted. "You're blind you're manipulated by him!"

"Stop it, I say. He doesn't have to do good stuff to make me fuck him," Bulma replied shyly. "Hey everyone! It's not soap opera! Stop watching on us!"

Piccolo finally walked toward Vegeta and said, "Give me one night to think about this. I need to think about it." Then Piccolo left the hall.

Vegeta laughed, "Well, do whatever you like. I've thrown the truth. It's your chance to take it or leave it."

"Don't worry, Vegeta. We're with you," Krilin said.

The rest followed Krilin and gave their approval toward his plan, "even though Captain Piccolo doesn't agree, you still have us."

Goku smiled, "Isn't it great to have many friends?"

Vegeta reminded silent a while, then he smiled. It was his first smile which coming from the bottom of his heart. He felt sudden warmth.

That night Piccolo tried to figure out the answer. He had heard from Dr. Dende about Vegeta health condition, the strange diagnosis from the latest doctor in Saiba City, and Dr. Dende diagnosis. He knew there something really wrong about Frieza as he had seen him in the video. But all of the things above were out of his mind. He got to talk about this thing with Dr. Dende. Piccolo rushed to West Hospital.

In the West Hospital, Dr. Dende found something important toward his investigation of Vegeta. He found that every record of Vegeta's malice was somehow related with his friend, Frieza. He searched in the internet about Frieza and his father, Mr. Cola. Dr. Dende found something bigger behind his expectation.

Oh, that's terrible. If I'm right about this, I will be in real danger.

Dr. Dende quickly cut the web. He had accessed a very threatening web about Frieza and Mr. Cola. They could track him out and kill him for their own safety. He quickly closed the laptop and walked out from his room. He had to safe his life. He had to be alive to tell the truth to Vegeta. He had to survive.

Dr. Dende was about leaving the West Hospital when he saw a bunch of his comrades. But he noticed that they looked different, just like strangers. They also shouldn't be in the hospital at this time. He realized it. So, he hid in the room nearby. He was really afraid. He eavesdropped on their conversation from the door.

"Where's that fuck? I knew it came from one office in this hospital. It must be him. It's direct order from our director."

"Yes, I knew it. I should know it is him. He asked Vegeta medical record before. We had to keep him quiet. Dende is a stupid, why should he interfere with that Saiba boy? That boy is danger."

Damn. That Freaking Cola and Frieza had controlled the hospital! What should I do? I couldn't fight! I'm not a fighter type, I'm a healer. I wish Piccolo is here with me... Wait, I can call him using telepathy!

Piccolo sensed the SOS signal from Dr. Dende and he made a quiet entrance. He walked silently toward the room that Dr. Dende had told to him. He tried to call him using his telepathy.

Where are you, Dende? I'll be there!

Dr. Dende replied. He was still hiding. His laptop was with him.

Don't come here at this moment! They are standing in front of me! My holy Mandello, Piccolo, if anything happen to me, you should protect that kid! He's in danger!

Piccolo nodded. He replied again.

Dende, no need to worry. I'll be with you always and protect you with all my life. We're always together, remember?

Dr. Dende replied as soon as he could. He heard footsteps coming to his room.

You make our conversation sounds gay! We're not Frodo and Sam the hobbits, you know! Remember this, Piccolo. The key is Avocado Hitler and the great holocaust years ago!

Piccolo didn't understand what Dr. Dende tried to say, but he found that Dr. Dende was nowhere to find. Dr. Dende was definitely missing. Piccolo tried to sense Dr. Dende, but he couldn't sense him again. Piccolo cried in pain.

In the Capsule Corp. Vegeta was thinking about his problem. That weakling Yamucha was right. He forced everyone into danger. He was the right person to blame. He actually hated involving other people in his problems. He really hated it.

"What are you thinking about?" Bulma came through his door, smiling.

"Do you consider knocking the door?" Vegeta asked her. Bulma neglected his words and sat beside him. She pulled out a necklace from her fingers.

"Here, take it with you."

"What's this? I don't like accessories. You'd better kill me."

"It's a symbol that you're mine. I tied you forever with this necklace. Am I romantic?"

"Am I an idiot? Who do you think I am? Your eternal slave? I won't wear it."

"What should I do to make you wear this necklace? Just name it."

"Well… That's a very interesting question. In fact, it's a very alluring question." Vegeta smiled at her. His heart pounded hard over and over. That cute girl…. What? Did I say 'cute'? I've never use that word in my entire life. Oh, but her smile so cute.

Vegeta tried to death controlling his passion. "No worries, I wont ask you to satisfy my need. I don't like lemon stuff. Not these days."

"So?" Bulma was waiting.

Vegeta grabbed the necklace from her, wearing it. "I'm wearing it. Are you happy now?"

"Extremely happy. Good night, Vegeta." Bulma kissed him good night and left him with smile upon her face.