Author's note: Because I have stated the reason of my long absent for writing this story in my 3rd story Under the Tree, Story Break, I guess I don't have to explain again here. Well, it should be part of this note, but I made it too long and finally separated it in the end. Check it out if you want, hahaha. Actually this chapter is still a filler too. Just kill me...

I still can't finish getting all the trophies of Virtual Villager 4 and it drives me nut….

Many thanks for Miikodesu, Vegetanime, and VegitoDeiji (Deiji53-something-not clear-give-me-real-name-please or is it Vegetanime's other names? ^_^) Thanks for giving me hope, faith, and courage! Keep reading this until the end, okay?

I also want to say thanks for many unknown readers there for accompanying me so far! Without you all I'll never reach this point! To new readers, I hope you'll be happy reading this! Last, I hope you enjoy this story as I always do :D

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Part 23 Break time with Purple-headed Boy

After darkness swallowed her, Bulma didn't know how long she had collapsed. She was still closing her eyes when she felt a pair of warm hands wrapped her and held her closely. She felt safe, comfort and opened her eyes in amazement, whispered slowly, "Vegeta?"

A smile appeared from a face identical with Vegeta. Apparently, he wasn't her lover, He was purple haired boy, his long hair waving in above her, "I'm not him, but I came to guard you. I guess you're fine now."

Bulma quickly gazed, observing all around her. There weren't Frieza and his henchmen anymore. Bulma looked at the boy intensely; he looked so familiar to her. His long purple hair and pinkish purple eyes reminded her someone she couldn't recall. However, she could see intimidating stare from those kind eyes when the boy tried to get rid of crowd of youngsters around. He was around 17 or 16, the same age with her. His body was tall and lean. His face was attractive and handsome, same with some popular boy band members. Who the hell is he? Why he saved her?

Then, flash of memories entered her head. She was sure Frieza had wounded her fatally, kicking her down repeatedly. She should have been dead now. She grabbed her chest, trying to find her wounds but there was nothing there. Every part of her body was in good condition, perfectly healthy. "How could it be? This is so damned amazing!"

"That was rejuvenating injection, rejuvenate your cells faster without side effect," the boy enlightened her curiosity, telling his secret. "Nice technology, isn't it?"

"Well, what suppose I say? It's a lot better than shallow beans I know."

"No, there are no other stocks! I'm running out that injection lately."

"I haven't opened my mouth, how could you…."

"It's clearly reflected from your face. Let's go, make Vegeta sure that's you're okay unless he'll kill himself. Oh, please use my jacket, your clothes wracked out," said the boy shyly, reverting his eyes from her body.

He was damned right. Her costume was in emergency, badly needed appropriate clothes.

Bulma said thanks and wore the jacket. Somehow she knew that the boy was a nice guy, and he was on her side. However, that kind instinct wasn't enough. She should find out the truth. "Why do you help me? I don't know you at all."

"Do I need reason to help someone?"

"Not really," Bulma smiled. Sucks, he really reminds me of someone I know. How could I forget who is that? "Well, I'll find out myself if you don't want to tell me."

"Nice idea! Come on! We're in rush." The purple-headed boy held his breath, trying to make himself relaxed. Do I need reason to help someone? Of course yes! Who do you think I am, a saint? I saved you for saving myself! Seeing your photo started disappearing made my heart leapt frantically. How if myself would be disappear too? Forget it! There's lot of interesting thing I want to see—including make a good relationship with my father that I've never known.

The match was over when Bulma finally reached the ringside. She was shocked looking at the match and almost fell down, losing her strength. It was a painful sight, scratching her heart. Vegeta's body was painted with blood and sweats. His face was cold and stern. Tears were falling out from his firm eyes. Those eyes once lovely now became sorrowful and soften, soulless. Bulma never felt as depressed as she felt it now.

The boy beside him took her hand and asked her to the ring. "Come on, we obviously should do something real quick otherwise we'll lose everything."

Bulma gasped when Frieza walked toward Goku and Vegeta, his eyes wanting to swallow them alive, chew their bones and suck their blood. Frieza wanted to kill them both, immediately. Unexpectedly, the boy shouted violently when he stepped on the ring, "NOT THAT FAST YOU ASSHOLE!"

Frieza turned his head, searching for the center of the sound. Someone had jumped on to the ring, holding Bulma besides him. It was the purple-headed boy. The purple boy's eyes made Frieza felt intimidated. He hated that kind of look. It made him suffer. It made him hated Vegeta for years. Couldn't be he's another? No, the last bloody monkeys only those two pieces of shit! Moreover, that girl is alive, damned healthy. I surely had killed her, perhaps. How on earth this could be happen twice?

Bulma acknowledged Frieza had to be shock seeing her alive, without any harms at all. She stuck out her tongue and yelled, "Ha-ha! Isn't it a pretty surprise for you?"

Frieza ignored Bulma. He had decided she wasn't a dangerous threat, only annoying bitch. He stared at the purple-headed boy. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the Masked Tuxedo that they're looking for!" The purple-headed boy answered, covering his eyes with his fingers and throwing a red rose toward Frieza. It was such of simple magic trick. Frieza caught it with his teeth, his eyes were getting narrowed, suspicious. "Hoo, you've got sense of humor too…."

Goku smiled, looking at the miracle upon them. It was the damned fucking miracle he had been asking for. It was the truly best answer from God. Damned! God really exist! "FUCK YOU! Where have you been? Hey! I thought you've returned to your place!"

"Well, I'm here now Sailor Moon, and I shall offer my hand," said purple-headed boy. "Hey! Can I ask for time break?"

Frieza laughed and winched his eyebrows. "What do you mean time break? We don't have break scumbag!"

Frieza moved so fast, hardly to be seen with naked eyes, coming forward with his kodachi. Everyone gasped, not daring to inhale the oxygen around.

The crowd was silence as quiet as hell, waiting another blood.

The purple-headed boy one way or another managed to make a barrier with his hand, which was quite unbelievable.

The crowd was still silence once again, still holding their breath, rather surprised. It was shirabadori— one of self-defense technique in sword mastering skill.

"DAMN!" Frieza lost his control and stepped back, holding his kodachi with him.

Then, the boy threw a capsule into the air, making an explosive sound. It was a sword, coming from the capsule. It was Hattori Hanzo's sword.

It was the same sword with what Vegeta used. Frieza looked at him with amazement, feeling slightly terrified. That old damned asshole baboon could never created same sword. Something fucking was happening around here and he didn't know what that was, making him more terrified and angry at the same time.

"Okay, do you want to continue this? I'm ready for your attack, Frieza!" Oh, shit. I guess I'm really fucked now. I couldn't change the past, if I did, something terrible might occur. My dad and Songoku should beat him, not me. Fine, I just have to wait until dad regains his consciousness back. Let's do something tricky…. "Do you allow us having time break? Even some authors need time break to clear their minds!"

Frieza mumbled, thinking another strategy. He absolutely didn't want to spoil his glory only because of one silly purple-headed boy. Vegeta was laying there with helpless Vegeta seemed lost his mind, becoming crazy. Goku had lost all his power and checked out those gleamed wretched miserable eyes. It was easier to kill them than killing some cockroaches. BASTARD!

"Ah, thinking something bad, aren't you? Well, I tell you something, no matter what, you'll lose everything now," said purple-headed boy triumphantly, his eyes glimpsed at Bulma who was running toward Vegeta and Songoku. Good, mom. Keep up the good work will you? Go on, save my father!

"Frieza, I have to go to bathroom," Ginyu said weakly. "I need break time too."

"What else you moron!" Frieza rolled his eyes furiously. "Just do it here, dammit!"

"I couldn't pup here. Maybe last night I added too much chilly in my ramen." Ginyu quickly replied Frieza.

Puuup…. "Please Frieza, my ass is hurt…." Ginyu pleaded once more.

The crowd shouted. They were laughing harder and harder.

"OUGH, I could smell nasty thing!"

"SHIT! It's the smell of fucking shit!"

"Frieza, please? I promise I won't read Crayon Shinchan in the bathroom. Only take 15 minutes, how about that?" Ginyu pleaded over and over, showing his saddest expression.

Puuup….

There's one more….The purple-headed boy moved away, closing his nose with his left hand. "Wooohoo, it's disgusting."

"Frieza closed his nose too, irritating. "FINE! YOU GO TO YOUR FUCKING BATHROOM!"

The purple-headed boy laughed, "see? Everyone needs proper break!"

"Shut up you darn bastard! I knew I hate you when I saw you! Tell me, who the hell are you? You have no business here!" Frieza grew mad, losing his patience. "Get the hell of out here!"

"Goku! Vegeta!" Bulma cried besides Goku and Vegeta, looking at Vegeta sorrowful face. "Are you okay? Oh, Goku! Fuck you! Why don't you give him the beans? Vegeta, I'm here!"

However, Vegeta saw her with his bleak eyes. He was there but he wasn't there. Bulma was so devastated looking at him. Vegeta wasn't in his usual state.

He was different. Something happened.

Bulma howled, frustrated looking at her love turning like that, "GOKUUUU! TELL ME WHAT'S WROOONG WITH HIIIM?"

"Can't you see him now? He's so goddamn depressed and I don't know what to do!" Goku curved his mouth sadly. That act making him looked silly for he seldom showed his sad expression. "Guess you made him like this…. He saw you dying and refused to do anything again. He refused taking those beans and talking something weird. But I'm glad you came with that boy!"

"Huh? Who the hell is he anyways?" Bulma cried and sat beside Vegeta, whipping his face. "Oh, Vegeta, come on, honey. Don't be like this! Come on…."

"Leave me alone...I'm so tired of this…." He barely spoke. His eyes still bleak, emptiness fulfilled them.

"Vegeta, I don't give a damn whether you're tired or not! Come on, look at me! I'm alive idiot!"

Nevertheless, Vegeta was still unconscious. His mind was nowhere. All happened so fast, like twirling light inside his head, twisting his mind. There, he was playing happily with Kakarotto. The sounds of laughter roared and cherry eyes shifted when he showed some moves. Once a year his parents held his birthday, the big cake and smiling faces. God, how much he loved that. Then he saw the death of his parents….

"He looked awful; I wonder what he is thinking right now."

Kakarotto's father death….

Frieza's assaults….

"Vegeta! Speak to me! No! Open your mouth first! Oh, God…."

"See, I told you! I'm afraid he's getting nut!"

"One more word and I'll make sure you can't speak again!"

"Relax…."

He had tried many times to kill himself. His endless nightmares he couldn't endure…. He had tried stopping himself from breathing; he had fighting and overused himself for overcoming every pain….

"Vegeta! Don't make me angry you asshole!" Bulma started hitting Vegeta, but as blood spread from his body when she did that, she stopped her recent action. Damn! She didn't want everything ended like this.

He had realized he couldn't have done something like that. He had to survive…. However, he couldn't live like that, kept on losing someone he loves. He wouldn't bear that feeling anymore.

"I beg you….please wake up, I'm here, alive." Bulma stroked Vegeta's face lightly with her fingers. She held him and whispered besides his ears. "Vegeta darling, please hear me," her voice was trembling. "I'm here with you, I'm alive. Please listen to me…."

There she was with her lovely oceanic eyes. She gave everything he wanted…. Sharing damned beautiful night together. Blood burst out like hell. She died in front of him.

"Yeah, with those kind of fucking life experiments he wouldn't survive, Bulma." Goku spoke. He was holding the beans, but he was afraid of choosing them. There were 3 different beans there. He couldn't pick which one which. He was worried for unexpected side effects.

"God, I don't want to lose you like this…." Bulma's voice trailed off. She burst out crying. Vegeta's life was more than pathetic. Since she had heard his entire life story, she had promised to make him happy. Fuck with everything. Looking at him like that was the last things she wanted in the world.

She braced herself and continued speaking to the person she loved, "you can't keep running from your destiny, Vegeta….Whatever might occur, you have to face it. It's your fate. It's ours now."

"I don't know you're rather romantic, Bulma" Goku retorted. "Vegeta surely leads miserable life till now."

Bulma disregarded Goku's comment. "Let's face it together if you can't face it alone, sweetie. I'm here and I'll do anything. For I love you so. I love you, I love you, I love you…."

Vegeta's eyes sparked a bit. He raised his eyebrows a little. I love you….

However, that was enough for Bulma. She knew she still had chance. "Vegeta, I love you. I love you so much." She pressed her face to him, kissing him softly.

"Hmm?"

Bulma heard Vegeta's light response. Then, unexpectedly, Vegeta's hands slowly held her face, and he kissed her back. That the most disgusting kisses ever, with lots of blood, sweat, saliva, and tears.

"You're come back…. Alive," he whispered softly, smiling between their kisses.

"Yes, and I love you." Bulma barely said her words, catching his tongue and absorbing it, feeling him once again.

"Love you too…."

Yet, for both of them, those were the best kisses they ever shared.

"Come on Scarlett, Vegeta isn't Snow White. Why should he gain his consciousness just by a kiss?" Goku demanded a scientific logical answer. "If only I knew that way could bring him back his consciousness, I'll kiss him myself."

"Kiss your asshole first!" Vegeta yelled at him, urging his last energy to shout. "Oh, I'm so restless with him…."

Frieza repeated his words, "Get out of here pretty boy! You don't have anything to do! It's my business with those fuckin' Saiyan!"

The purple-headed boy smiled widely, "apparently not. It's too bad, huh? For I'm half Saiyan from my father side!"

"Liar." Vegeta whispered slowly, fresh blood still came out from his body. "There's no Saiyan in this world besides Kakarotto and me. Check out that purple hair, every blasted Saiyan has ravened black hair."

"Is it? Vegeta, stop talking, eat the bean first otherwise you'll bleeding until death. Goku, hand me the tiny green bean."

"You're right, I'd better heal myself first." He received the beans from Bulma, chewing it. "What's kind of shitty bean is this? It's freaking nasty!"

"Hurry, we have to save that hero," Bulma said, looking at the purple-headed boy. "I don't know who is he, but he had saved my life."

Vegeta watched the purple-headed boy. He was so angry for several reasons, including jealous too.

"I don't believe there's another Saiyan! You're such asshole liar!" Frieza was mad now. "Since you had made me angry, Saiyan or not I'll make sure you'll be death in my hand."

"Oh, yeah? I won't let that!" The boy held his katana tightly, ready to defense himself.

"FUCK OFF! What are you doing with my sword?" Vegeta stood and walked closer to the purple-headed boy. The bean worked miraculously he was strong enough to do anything he wanted now. "Give me that!"

The purple-headed boy and Frieza stopped their movement. Frieza was stunned looking at Vegeta, who was so fucking healthy standing in front of them. The purple-headed boy was devastated too, in opposite way. He never spoke with his father, and now he was talking directly with him.

That was nice.

"Stay out of this…. GODDAMMIT! DAMN! You're healthy too!" Frieza shocked. "How could this happen?"

"There you are, da… da, uhmm…. Damn!" the boy smiled awkwardly to him. "You're damned healthy!"

"Shut up! Hand me my sword!" Vegeta asked impatiently.

"Hey, Ve-ge-ta….." Goku called him slowly, pointing the place when Vegeta had laid down for some minutes for his break down, depressed state. "Your sword is over there."

"Huh?" Vegeta looked at the pointing place. Damn, that is my wretched sword, but how could he? "Kakarotto! You bastard! I knew you're behind all of this! I demand an explanation!"

"Huh?"

"You must know damn well who he is and how! You talked with him several moments ago... How can there be two same swords made by Hanzo?"

"Might be the purple one isn't original?" Goku answered without hesitation.

"Don't give me that bullshit! It can't be! I know the real and fake one! That's real, asshole! Hanzo never makes two same sword in his life!" Vegeta shouted again, and stared at purple-headed boy, "Tell me, who are you and how can you get that sword!"

"Hmm, I think it's time to go," he said and glance to the door. The weather outside was still dark and bleary. Lightning bolts and thunders heard many times. "Ah, maybe 15 minutes from now I'll be going."

"I don't like the way you are. How can you appear here and what do you want?"

"Hey Vegeta, don't be so severe to him, he saved my life!"

Vegeta now stared at the boy with jealousy eyes. "I don't like the way you talk, Bulma. So, who are you dammit? Stay out of this! Don't fight that fag! He's mine!"

The purple-headed boy wanted to cry because of happiness. His heart was singing out all of joy and glorious songs. That was the instruction he would die for. I don't want to interfere with your business dad! Good luck so long and bye-bye! Hope you'll be luckier this time!

Goku smirked, looking at Bulma, "I've asked you many time whether you're pregnant or not right? I guess it's the third times since chapter 19…."

"What's the connection, idiot?" Bulma yelled her words irritably. "I'm not that kind bloody careless teenager! I always asked him to wear those condoms!"

"Yeah! And I always did!" Vegeta added.

"I guess it's not 100 percent accurate, those kinds of things— for he's your son from future."

"Now what?"

"Songoku, what are you talking about?" The purple-headed boy panicked. "I suppose it's our secret! What about my existence later?"

Frieza laughed so loud he could cry because of it. "Darn, can you make better explanation?"

Bulma and Vegeta were too shock to say anything. Vegeta took several times before he could speak again. "Dammit, tell me who is he!" Vegeta moved and choked Goku, making him couldn't breathe.

"Easy, I told you the truth…. Hey, you're killing me!"

"Then tell me the truth!"

The purple-headed boy knew it was the right time to admit. "Don't hurt him Dad! It's true! I'm your future son!"

Vegeta stopped choking Goku, moved closer to purple-headed boy. "It's not funny, asshole! Can't you stop making joke about my life?"

"But I…."

Bulma was still stunned. He was similar with her father. They shared the same hair color, but those eyes were debt on Vegeta. Fuck! Am I will be a mother that fast? We just made love yesterday!

She smiled anyway, knowing she would have kid with Vegeta.

"See, just tell them the truth. They won't believe it anyway." Goku grinned. "Besides, you'll still exist later on. My friends here are quite sex addicts."

The purple-headed boy sighed deeply and quickly walked out from the ring. Sucks! This time travel make me ashamed than ever!

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Yes! You can't leave this place! All of you! Catch that purple monkey ass!" Frieza commanded. "He who had destroyed my glorious moment should never run that easy!"

"No kidding! I'm masked tuxedo and I'm going now! He only helped one time in emergency, remember?" The purple-headed boy jumped out from the ring. He waved the entire person good bye. "Good luck Vegeta! Goku! Bulma!" He easily beat all Frieza henchmen and walked through the way.

He was so strong and his sword skill was magnificent. "Bye-bye everyone!" The purple-headed boy shouted before he walked out the basket hall. See you later in the future, Dad! Mom!

There, the purple-headed boy left.

Vegeta hurriedly looked at Frieza with his angry eyes, "Let's forget about everything. Let's face it, only one on one, you and me."

Frieza laughed triumphantly. "If that's your wish, I'll whip out every rule for you."

Goku was confused. There were three beans left, one was Senzu bean, one was the tiny green bean and the other was red blazing bean. He didn't know which one to take but he had lost all of his power. He needed extra power in emergency.

"Bulma, do you have some suggestions which bean I should take?"

"Hmm, you had tried the green beans and you appeared to be such an annoying asshole."

"I guess the green bean is safe, I see no change happens to Vegeta. Look at him."

"I guess Vegeta is always in his negative side, so there's no effect at all." Bulma murmured. "The Senzu bean is that one, but you'll need sex immediately after chew it, so don't take it unless you want some unwanted sex with random girls. You'll better take the red one."

Frieza started playing his kodachi, asking Vegeta to move first. "You'll never survive, monkey. I told you and I have proven you that!"

"I came back from many deaths not for losing from a fag like you!"

What will happen next? See you in the final chapter of Saiba Street Basket Party!

I promise you'll see what they have in the secret document of cleansing race too!

Let's see what Vegeta might do and what bean Goku'll take!

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