Chibi DBZ
Chapter Seven
"Look I could kill you with no effort at all. It would be easier than shooting fish in a barrel." Vegeta growled, the blue ki growing rapidly in size by the second. It was true Bulma was just a puny little human.
Bulma took in a deep breath of oxygen, was this it? Was she going to die at the hands of an alien child? She had to admit he was damn hot even if he was threatening to murder her outside McDonalds. How romantic… what a great first date.
The smell of hot grease filled her nostrils and made her cringe slightly. Vegeta on the other hand was advancing towards her slowly and dangerously with his hand raised; to say he looked angry was a serious underestimation. Small lines flickered across his forehead and a strange blue aurora surrounded the prince like a barrier from the tip of his head right down to his fluffy tail.
"Please…. Vegeta I'm sorry… you're not a coward, not at all…. in fact your one of the cutest guys I know!" Bulma spluttered her hands shaking with fear, stepping backwards she almost fell over a stray ice-cream sign advertising a Mcflurry.
Vegeta blinked at the loud clattering sound of the metal sign falling onto the concrete, smirking he raised his hand higher into the air ready to blast the girl into the next dimension. People inside the restaurant had begun to stare boldly through the glass windows at the odd fight before them.
A very young powerful looking lad, and a terrified blue haired girl, neither could be any older than six. It was an extremely rare sight!
"Sweet dreams princess."
Closing her eyes, Bulma fell back onto the floor in terror; the concrete feeling much harder than she imagined. She heard a loud splitting sound as her pink dungarees tore with the impact.
It was a much more humiliating noise than the ice cream sign crashing to the floor.
Vegeta grinned, before evaporating the powerball effortlessly. He never expected that kind of reaction from the loudmouth human, perhaps her screaming some more or even lashing out trying to hit him he'd have liked that.
Instead she collapsed onto the floor crying like a little child, she was a little child…
Looking down at her, the Sayan prince was suddenly filled with a strange emotion. It felt raw and powerful yet it hurt like hell, never before had he felt this annoying unexplainable pang.
Bulma was lying in a pool of tears, her cute pink dungarees ruined and her pride in tatters, the little heiress looked a terrible state, blood seeped through a small graze on her hand as she took loud deep sobs.
The adults inside the complex all tutted at the young boys behaviour yet none bothered to get involved. One particular tall businessman grinned at the scene as he bit into his McChicken Sandwich, he was enjoying the little battle through the glass and wanted to see more action from the boy; he looked like he had much potential even if he was scaring the shit out of little girls with glow sticks.
"Why are you crying?" Vegeta asked quietly, his voice sounded weak and unusual, the pang he was feeling increasing by the second. Clutching his chest he suddenly remembered a very serious thing what Nappa had told him.
'If your chest clamps up tight, and you struggle to breath. Well kid; sorry to say you're dying it's probably a heart attack …That's why the human over there is under the blanket.'
"AHHHHHHHHHH I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK!" Vegeta yelled suddenly, he clutched his chest in the spot the pain felt most. Strangely he didn't have the breathing symptoms, Bulma on the otherhand was still sobbing uncontrollably on the concrete floor.
"Girl, do you not care that your prince is dying!" Vegeta yelled pointing to himself.
Bulma didn't reply, she was crying even more and nursing the small wound on her hand; the prince had scared the life out of her. Right this second the only person she wanted was her mother to hug her better and a nice mug of hot chocolate; … yet she was almost certainly hundreds of miles from home after the flight…
"Listen stop blubbering and pay me attention! I think I might be…" Vegeta took a gulp, the air tasted greasy and stale. "I think I'm having something called a heart attack."
Taking a deep sniff, Bulma slowly lifted her head from the ground; the first time since the fall. "Look what you did." She pointed to the nasty graze that was bleeding on her right hand.
The pang felt like it was going to burst through the Sayans veins now; he was beginning to feel sick as well. If he was having a so called heart attack he'd need medical attention before he ended up under a blanket too.
"Why are you still crying baka? I didn't blow you up did I? - You were just clumsy. Now pay me attention I'm much more important than you can imagine… I'm the great prince Vegeta. I cannot die I'm too young! I haven't even become a real super Sayan yet…" Vegeta dropped off in the middle of his speech as the girl rose slowly to her feet.
"I want to go home." Bulma said quietly, she looked into the large glass windows and saw her reflection and that of the short Sayan prince.
"And I don't want to die. I think my priorities are more important female."
Vegeta had no idea; the pang inside him was actually an emotion deep inside. Guilt.
'I'm not feeling very hungry anymore. I think I've got to get medical help… why am I having this problem? I'm the strongest being on my planet… except father of course'
"Aren't you even going to say sorry?" Bulma whispered as she turned from the window looking him straight into the face; tears were evident in her bright blue eyes.
Vegeta almost took a step back in shock; the girl was blaming him for her embarrassment. Sure he'd threatened to send her into the next dimension but he hadn't had many intentions of actually doing it. She was far too fiery and pretty for that, it would be a waste.
"WHAT. You honestly think that me, the prince of all Sayans would apologise to a weakling human." Vegeta sneered; the girl must have banged her head as she fell over. The human was really on a different planet if she expected him to lower himself and perform such a weakling act.
"Yes." She whispered back, her voice sounded so weak and broken; her once proud and confident self had been shattered in a few seconds.
Nervously Vegeta shuffled his boots back and fourth across the concrete paving. His tail had drooped and was flopping lifelessly behind him and he had lowered his head. "I cannot apologise…"
"Then we cannot be friends."
Suddenly Vegeta lifted his head back into the air, "Friends!" he chuckled slightly then almost burst into laughter. "A Sayan needs no 'friends' we only need ourselves and our pride. Friends are for weaklings."
"I don't believe you can be so mean." Bulma said quietly, she took a loud sniff and wiped a tear from her cheek with her injured hand. Little droplets of blood fell onto the floor.
Vegeta felt his chest clamping at the sound of her voice, every time she said something stupid it hurt. Of course he was mean; he was a warrior prince; it would hardly fit his image if he'd run around in a pink shirt saying please and thankyou, whilst helping old people across the road.
He'd always been the type of kid to give them a push into a path of a bus when they get in his way. He'd never EVER wear pink not even if it was the last coat and he was in Antarctica OR an even colder planet… as for saying sorry. That was the weakest word ever wrote… unless of course he was being sarcastic but then that was completely different.
Bulma turned to face a car booming around the car park at top speeds, she couldn't bear to look at the horrid rich boy before her any longer. It all happened in a few split seconds…
A loud explosion suddenly cracked around, and rocked the McDonalds restaurant causing the glass in the windows to shatter. Dust was kicked up from nearby farms causing a smokescreen of sand. Car alarms were going off all around the complex, their different tones mirroring in with the screams from people.
"What… what…" Bulma stuttered, a large shard of glass had narrowly missed her landing a few inches away. Vegeta was standing with his arms folded glaring up towards the bright blue sky. Seemingly unfazed by the sudden chaos erupting around him, it had to be a terrorist attack. That was the only feasible action. Unless…..
"Was that you Vegeta….?" Bulma whispered, she didn't dare know the answer, the dust was beginning to sting her eyes and the screams of pain and fear was deafening the four year old heiress.
This was nothing but a terrible nightmare, Vegeta had been angry that was for sure…
The ice cream sign had now been thrown across the parking lot by the force; and had landed face down in the dirt.
Laughter drifted through the gentle breeze, even over the sounds of angst and the sirens in the distance. Vegeta was growling under his breath, he could make out three powerlevels above the rest of the weak humans; these were much stronger than any others on the planet.
Vegeta growled again in reply, choosing to ignore the blue haired heiress; he shot into the sky. Perhaps Freeza had sent his troops to find and attack him on the planet Earth. It had to be them…
Looking up into the bright sunlight, little Bulma squinted as she watched the arrogant hot-headed prince turn into a tiny dot, smoke was still pouring from the other side of the food joint and a small gathering of employees and customers had appeared at the fire point where the four year old was now standing.
"Little girl, where's your mummy?" A tall red haired lady asked nicely as she bent down to Bulma's height.
The blue haired 'princess' stuck her tongue out to the aghast woman. "Daddy tells me not to talk to strangers."
"And a good thing too, there is too many bad people about. Your daddy is obviously a very clever man!"
Rolling her eyes, Bulma pouted her lip. "Then why are you still talking to me?"
"Because there's been a nasty accident and your mummy or daddy should be looking after you."
"I flew here with a prince." Bulma said simply, she then turned back to the smoking restaurant. She didn't want to stand and talk to the strange tall lady for very long; her father was true in what he said 'never talk or take treats from a strange person unless daddy or mummy says so.'
After all her dad was the famous Doctor Briefs! THE most intelligent man (and the richest) on the planet.
"Little girl, don't tell tales. It's a nasty thing to do." Scolded the lady as she folded her arms across her huge chest. She was middle-aged, had bottle red hair and was donning a long yellow Japanese style dress which was way too tight for her.
"I don't tell tales lady." Bulma replied without even bothering to turn around, she was busy trying to workout what the bratty prince was doing.
Vegeta was hovering in mid air keeping out of view; three shady figures were just ahead of him laughing loudly above the smoke and fumes. The McDonald's it seemed hadn't been the target of their attack. A huge crater colossal in size had been a highway just a few moments before. Now it had gone.
"Brolley did you really need to blow up all those cars mate?" a familiar voice said above the rest.
The tallest of the three growled loudly. "Yes Turles, I am the legendary super Sayan fool, I can do what I like."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, the three were obviously rivals of his. He was the only Sayan who was to become the legendary. It was his birth right, in his blood. Not those pathetic peasants…
'Wow, they destroyed a bunch of cars and some tarmac. So strong'. Vegeta scowled sarcastically in his mind.
Fortunalty for Vegeta it didn't look like the three strangers were Freeza's minions, that was a very good thing indeed.
"HEY VEGETA! YOU BEST NOT LEAVE ME HERE… YOU MEANY! I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS ANYWAY!"
The prince widened his eyes in shock, Turles, Brolley and the stranger also turned their attention to the blue haired girl on the ground.
"Well well… what do we have here?" Brolley asked, licking his lips at the little four year old. The others chuckled menacingly to themselves as Brolley continued. "Very pretty indeed…."
The short blonde girl gritted her teeth as she hissed. "We're supposed to be keeping a low profile remember? Baka."
Brolley narrowed his eyes angrily but chose to ignore the comment from his 'friend'.
"Don't you ever shut up girl!" Vegeta yelled back down to the ground, quickly all eyes turned from Bulma to the Sayan prince who was only a few metres away. They hadn't realised she'd been shouting at him until he'd ranted back down.
"Hmmm… you look familiar." Turles mumbled curiously, his tail flickering excitedly behind him.
All three of the gang looked the same age as Vegeta, none could have been any older than five years old; all were chibi's. Brolley being by far the tallest out of all of them. The blonde girl was the only one without a tail.
"You're a Sayan too huh." The one called Brolley growled, he was the first to move closer to Vegeta almost as if inspecting him. Vegeta growled at the sudden intrusion into his private space.
"I am not just any Sayan fool; I am the great prince Vegeta. Feel privileged peasant breath that you shall die at the hands of a Royal; most aren't as fortunate it's your lucky day I guess." Vegeta announced proudly, as he folded his arms across his chest; his tail flickering calmly in the warm gentle breeze. He felt a sudden burst of new feeling fill him, the pain he'd had earlier disappeared as quickly as it'd hit.
Still he was oblivious that it was guilt.
"Of course! Now that's why you look familiar!" Turles yelled, pouncing out of the dust cloud they had made of the former highway below. It had been carried over to the, on the light westerly breeze.
Vegeta flicked his eyes angrily to the newcomer, shockingly he looked a clone of Kakkorot; 'he must be a twin with that baka back in hell's castle.' Vegeta thought to himself as he referred to the pre-school. Everything about the 'kids prison' looked like hell to little Vegeta. The bright colours, the flowers, the ridiculously over happy atmosphere, and as for the naughty chair… on the prince's home world misbehaving children were punished much more severely…
"You. Peasant boy with the horrid hairstyle." Vegeta sneered pointing to Turles.
The blonde girl chuckled at the insult to the Sayan, and flicked her own hair back in an adult way.
Turles grinned enthusiastically, and then looked to the taller boy as if to receive a command.
"Answer him then." Brolley growled, imitating Vegeta by folding his arms.
From where Bulma was standing it looked a stand-off in the air, she couldn't believe she was getting left out! The interfering lady had moved away and was tending to what looked to be a casualty amongst some rubble on the far side. A wall had collapsed upon them; blood was smeared across the concrete and stained the bricks around.
News crews were just beginning to arrive, along with the ambulance and fire trucks; sirens were getting louder by the second It would only be a matter of time before her father or mother saw the TV and came to rescue her from this palaver.
Goku was shooting through the clouds on his flying Nimbus; the ground was hurtling by so fast it blurred beneath him. His trusty power pole on his back, and two Sensu beans in his pocket he headed towards Bulma's powerlevel; Vegeta had sure travelled both far and fast in that short space of time. He only hoped Bulma was okay and still in one piece, if Vegeta wanted a fight Vegeta was going to get a fight…
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I'm sorry its taken (again) so long to update; I've just started a new job and work four days a week getting up at half six owch. I had the best holiday I think I've ever had. It was totally awesome! Five foot clean surf everyday! With the exceptions of the last two which was three feet perfect to practise techniques anyhows!
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