Bulma awoke and turned to look at the Sayian that had made such love to her the night before only to find the other end of the bed empty, his scent the only clue that he had even been there. Bulma lay back on her bed with a sigh.
'This was so bad,' she thought with a groan. She felt so much for this man, this prince. Sure, he was the ideal man of her dreams and to boot he was prince, but his saving her, well that was a little off. He was her not so charming prince and he had saved her from her lonliness that she thought that she would be living with for the rest of her life. The only problem was that now he didn't seem to want her. Why did he leave? Frieza was on his way in the next couple of hours and now one of the most powerful fighters had left. With another sigh she headed toward the shower. 'I will not let him rule me,' she thought with a frown as she slammed the bathroom door, a picture of Vegeta falling from the dresser. His dark, onyx eyes stared angerly from the broken glass that covered the carpeted floor.
Vegeta flew around for a few hours before heading back to the complex, his eyes weary. He was going to have to talk to the one person that annoyed the hell out of him, but she was the only one who could help him with his delimma. With a sigh he headed back in the direction of Capsule Corp.
(Two Hours Later...)
The crew stood in attention as Kakarot talked loudly about what was to happen that day. Everyone was quiet, their thouhgts on their future. Bulma stepped out of the house, her father behind her.
"Okay," she said as she looked out among her fighters. "This is going to be a big day for all of us and I know that you are probably wondering what will happen to you and what about your future. Know that I believe in you and that even though some of you will die that you will be stopping an evil that could kill millions of others." Everyone nodded. "My father has talked to the Mayor and they will be mounting your names on a memorial in the middle of town. For all who fight today, you will be honored no matter what the outcome of your own fate. We are passing around a sheet. Please fill it out with your full names." Mr. Briefs handed out a large stack of paper and each of the men took turns filling in the blanks beside each of the numbers. Vegeta appeared from the skies, his eyes never meeting Bulma's as he walked to the front of the crew.
"Listen up! Frieza is a killer of worlds! You all know this! You have seen him murder your families and destroy your homeworlds! He gives little shit about who is destroyed as long as he gets more for himself. He is a greedy fucking bastard and he must die! This woman has given you a chance to fight for your families!" he said as he pointed to Bulma. "Do not disrespect her by not fighting at your best! Time to kill that bastard!" a roar erupted from the group just seconds before the large familar ship landed several yards from the house. The small, compact Frieza stepped out of the ship's door.
"Ready to fight?" the creature said as it stopped at the end of the plank. "Or ready to die?" Bulma growled as she stepped toward the man, her eyes dark with anger.
Fumbling his confidence and wondering
Why the world has passed him by.
Hoping that he's bent for more
Than arguments and failed attempts to fly, fly.
"You tried to kill my people!" Frieza looked at the girl before him. He had never seen one such as her. "You will be the only one to die today!" With a cry of anger she flew at the man before her. Freiza was caught of guard as her lithe body slammed into his compact one. With a grunt Frieza looked down at his stomach, a crack in the purple of his stomach glared back at his shattered compexion. Bulma stood before him, not a trickle of blood graced her head. She glared at him. "You do not know who the fuck I am, but that will not matter when you are rotting in hell!" Frieza could not understand why this girl was angery. He was trying to annialiate Sayians, not earthings. Then he saw it. Her touquise tail flickered in anger behind her.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside, Somewhere we live inside.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.
"So," he said with a chuckle. "You are a monkey. That is why you are so angery. I have never seen a blue monkey. I think that when I kill your race off that I will keep you with the rest of my prizes. You will live with me for the remaind-" he was cut off as Vegeta threw an energy blast in his face. Vegeta now stood before Frieza, in front of Bulma, his dark eyes gone, replaced with green ones that gleamed with anger and pure, unadultered hate. Frieza looked on in awe at the golden glow that shimmered around Vegeta.
"This is my mate!" he proclaimed grabing her hand and holding it tight. "You will not harm her or I will be forced to make your death more painful than initally planned." Frieza chuckled. Within a blink of an eye Vegeta slammed his fist in the other man's stomach, causing the Frieza to spit out blood as Vegeta twisted his hand. "This is not a joke. She is right! You tried to kill our people and any threat to my planet or mate shows lack of respect for me. You will die today."
Dreaming about providence and
Whether mice and men have second tries.
Maybe we've been living with our eyes half open,
Maybe we've bent and broken, broken.
Bulma watched as her mate glowed with their golden fleece. She was proud of him. He had wanted this for a long time and was glad that he had finally acheeved it. With a twisted smirk she watched as Frieza stepped back, his face contorted in pain. Vegeta gave no chance for the tyrant to retaliate as he flew into him again, like a magnet to metal.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside, Somewhere we live inside.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside.
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life.
This time his fist entered Frieza's bowls and with a twist of his wrist Frieza's guts were in his hand, hot and wet. Vegeta yanked his blood covered hand out of the creatures stomach and the pile of intestans fell to the grass, the mass hissing at the removal of its home. Freiza fell to the ground as the Saiyans moved closer, Goku standing next to Bulma.
"You have ruled our lives for to long while we waited for my power to build, but now this is the end." With a single blast Frieza was gone and the Sayians were free from the tyrant forever.
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live,
We were meant to live.
Bulma smiled at Vegeta as he headed toward her. Without a word said between the two he yanked her toward him and kissed her roughly in front of everyone. Their toungues clashed as she pulled him closer. The Sayians cheered as their prince claimed his princess, while a few of the Sayian women glared. Vegeta pulled away and taking Bulma with him headed toward their room.
So, nice. Almost over. Frieza is not the end, but Bulma and Vegeta will have one more obsticale before them.