Chap two
A few hours later, the showers were turned on. In HFIL hot water only ran for four hours a day; and as there was such a huge number of inmates and few showers they were always busy.
One of the cubicles had ten showers in a line, there was only a dozen or so of the buildings right across the land.
In one of the outlets Zarbon, the elite force (as the Ginyu force had decided to call themselves) and a couple of random strangers were bathing.
"Hey Burter, pass the shampoo would you" Jeice said as he washed his long white mane. He was always one of the first in the showers and the last to leave; his hair was precious to him.
"Why do I need shampoo? I haven't got it" Burter replied as he sloshed some shower gel over his body.
All the gang were decked out in nothing but a pair of shorts, they didn't look a pretty sight.
"I've um. Got some soap if you want to use it" Zarbon said as he rinsed the conditioner out of his long green hair, and felt the water pour over his skin.
"Soap. Nah thanks I like the smell of sweat it makes me feel manly" Reccombe said puffing his muscles out and just succeeding in making himself look an idiot.
"So you want to smell and your having a shower. Makes sense." Guldo grumbled as he tried to reach up to grab a bottle of scent. He was too short.
"True, true" Reccombe said as he scratched his orange hair pulling a confused look.
"If you smell you wont be in the elite force" Jeice said turning around and pulling his boxers down to clean himself properly.
Zarbon sighed, how was he in this place with these idiots? In his life, he had looked up to the Ginyu force; he'd never exactly met them face-to-face but he had heard stories about them. How strong they were. Vegeta had worked with them in the past on a couple of purging missions and had witnessed their power but Zarbon was usually close to Freeza. He helped send out the orders to workers and was practically Freeza's PA.
Once Zarbon had met them on Namek his opinion of them totally changed; they did a ritual dance that made them look pathetic and they were not half as strong as the stories claimed. He saw the real side of them, and the more time he was forced to endure with them the more they seemed to piss him off.
He grabbed his bar of soap and began to rub his muscled body down with it; he really needed to request a sponge. The soap lathered and bubbled all over making him sell fresh and beautiful. One thing that he liked was to look good and smell nice.
He rubbed the bar up his arm and then down his leg.
Slipppp
It slipped from his hands and landed directly on the concrete floor of the showers.
"Bollocks" he cursed in his British accent as he bent down to pick it up; unlike most of the occupants in the shower Zarbon had removed his underwear and was bathing correctly. He was proud of his figure and had nothing to hide. It had taken him a long time to get as beautiful as he looked.
Eyes wondered across the showers all belonging to the 'Elite Force'
"COR" Burter growled under his breath checking out Zarbon's backside.
Guldo quickly began removing his pants and began frantically fiddling about inside them.
Then an idea clicked in his brain; Zarbon didn't seem to like the Elite Force so he probably wouldn't condone to screwing them even if he was gay. Which they were still unsure about.
'There's only one thing to do" Guldo thought in his head, holding up his green arms above his many eyes.
"TIME FREEZE!" he quickly held his breath and began to grope Zarbon's naked buttocks. Quickly pulling down his tiny thong like pants he began to make fast and literally breathless love.
The rest of the gang were all frozen in time; eyes were bulging at the sight of Zarbon and all of them had hard on's; they looked a real sight…
Cell was sitting on a log he had the Cell Juniors on each side all listening eagerly to their father. He was telling them stories of from long ago, and was also educating them on how to correctly torture humans.
"Hey Colza? Remember when Nappa used to have hair," laughed a Sayan named Rizock. He used to work for the Royal family and was an elite guard.
Colza was a middle-aged guard who also worked with Rizock; he had short dark hair that was flat down then spiked at the front and fell at the front.
"Yeah man, Nappa what a dick. You recon it was the Prince who made him lose the hair?" he replied smirking, Moving his fluffy tail about.
"Nah I recon woman troubles" Both the Sayans laughed hard; at the expense of Nappa who was trying to wash his baldhead in the red Lake.
Freeza was having the time of his life with Hitler; the fruit had gone just where he wanted it too; and who would have thought a tail would have came in so handy? Hitler didn't seem to be able to stop he must have had some seriously strong aphrodisiac.
He was being entertained and turned on so much that he had forgotten all about the Sayans and how they were out to get him.
"Do you know how to do BJ?" Hitler demanded as he whipped Freeza with what looked to be a riding crop.
Freeza grinned; that was his speciality…
Quickly he jumped onto the little human man.
Vegeta was getting more frustrated by the minute; he had no idea where he was heading; all he knew was that he didn't want to go down to HFIL and face the wrath of his father; especially if his people learnt they he had sacrificed his own life to save others.
He came to a house that seemed to be made on some pink fluffy clouds; he could smell chicken being cooked and his mouth began to water, it had been so long since he had eaten over 20 hours to be exact, he was famished and tired.
Flying up to the house he opened up the little wooden door, it was unlocked so he stepped inside…
Bulma had just gotten to the front of the queue at Yamma's office, it had been turmoil. She heard some of Yamma's workers mumbling something about an escapee.
"Name, Planet," Yamma said angrily as he slammed a book down in anger on the newly erected wooden table.
"B-Bulma Briefs. Earth." She stuttered; their was something about the big huge red demon that scared her, it could be the fact he had the power to deem her to an eternity of goodness or join all the bad nuts down stairs. Something about him terrified her.
One of the little helpers came over carrying a small file and handed it to the King.
Bulma began to think of all the bad things she had done in her life, all the times she'd lied or bitched, how she often lost her temper, married a Sayan prince ex space Pirate. The list was quite long but they were minor offences compared to some people. She couldn't help whom she fell in love with neither.
"Your okay, please go through the door and turn left. Congratulations your now classed as an angel" Yamma said bored tapping the table impatiently.
"Um. Excuse me sir, can I just ask one question" Bulma said looking right up to the huge man; he made Ox king look like a midget.
"Yes, be quick I don't have all day"
"Did my husband Vegeta come through here? And is he still.." she gulped. "Evil"
Bulma had been distraught earlier; for no reason Vegeta seemed to have lost it, he destroyed a whole stand at the World Tournament killing everybody and for what seemed no reason. Not even Goku had been able to control him. Was it that he had just had enough of playing happy families or was it as Chichi had said to Bulma; he was being controlled. If that was the case was he back to normal now? Bulma needed all these questions answered.
"Yes. That little bastard did come here, he's somewhere out there until I get my fucking hands on him." Yamma said angrily squeezing a huge pen and making it explode; ink splattered everywhere just missing covering Bulma.
"He's the escapee!" Bulma shouted, her mouth dropped open;
"Go. Now" Yamma said angrily clearly not wanting to talk about the situation any longer.
Meanwhile Prince Vegeta had been making himself feel comfortable; he had lots of things to think about, like what he was going to do next, he had a sinking feeling that kept increasing in his guts a feeling he wasn't familiar with. He'd felt guilty about letting Majjin take control of him; all he wanted was to get stronger than Kakkorot. He'd let the evil take over him he was right it made him more powerful but then it began to take control.
He proved them wrong however; he fought the Majjin and destroyed his quarters. Then he self destructed in order to kill Buu. He had a moment of intimacy with his son Trunks, he was feeling upset also because he had to say goodbye in his heart he loved his son deeply. That day he had given him his first real hug, and what would probably be his last, he hoped that somehow Buu would be defeated if only he could get another crack at him. His son couldn't face a life like he had led as a child under the wrath of Freeza.
He laid down on the bed and began to drift off to sleep, he had already consumed all the chicken that was cooking in a large green oven, and it had been almost cooked and tasted perfect. It wasn't enough to succumb to his huge Sayan appetite but it was enough for now.
"Hey Radditz, try this drink its new" Toures said as he handed a green and red coloured drink over.
Radditz was already wasted; he had drank far to much, being in HFIL was reminding him of his Planet purging days with Vegeta and Nappa, the endless long nights him and Vegeta spent out drinking and getting laid, it also reminded him of when they got space leave. His life had been just like it was now just not as good, who would have thought that a life in hell would be so fun!
Radditz eagerly gulped some of the glass down before retching. The most repulsive thing he had perhaps ever drunk was sloshing about his mouth; he daren't even swallow it that didn't help getting the taste away.
The next second he chucked up everything that had been in his stomach. All the alcohol and the food he had earlier, he felt considerably lighter and better afterwards but still had the drunken light-headed feeling.
"That's wrong. So wrong" Radditz said wiping his mouth and sticking his tongue out in a bid to get the disgusting taste away. His vomit had tasted better.
"Its new! Grinded up Saybermen! The insides, skin and everything and its alcohol free!" Toures winked meanly as Radditz turned around to try and throw up again.
An ogre was sitting on a rock flicking through a very explicit magazine that would make even Master Roshi blush.
A teenage Sayan was eagerly waiting to get his hands on it once the demon had finished with it.
Porn magazines were in big demand; the only ones that got in were the ones the ogres managed to smuggle in, females were the more common source of sexual excitement down in the depths of Home for Infinite Losers.
Bulma followed the trail of clouds left and came to the strange little house that Vegeta was asleep in; puzzled she looked at how she was to get onto the pink fluffy clouds above her. If she was Goku it would be no problem to just fly up there, but she couldn't fly and had no capsules with her. Sighing she gave up on going to the house and began to follow the wooden signs, it couldn't be that long until she found somewhere to live.
Vegeta was still snoozing, when the door opened, a strange little old lady tip toed inside.
"Who's been eating my chicken?" she grumbled as she saw the empty plates chucked on her little wooden table, the bones had been picked clean. She then walked into the little bedroom she owned, and saw the intruder asleep in her bed.
'He's quite dishy' she thought in her head rubbing her hands deviously together. She couldn't even see his body figure but judging by the little smile he had across his face he looked extremely cute.
"I wonder what you're dreaming about" she said as she walked over to the Sayan Prince and placed her hand onto his forehead.
The lady was called Erron, she was friends with King Kai she looked extremely old, each wrinkle on her face telling a different story and resembling another decade she had been alive. Vegeta looked extremely young sleeping next to her.
Dream
Vegeta was kissing a blue haired girl, her hair was in bunches and she looked incredibly sexy' all she was wearing was a very short gown which was practically transparent and some pink lacy underwear underneath.
"Vegeta. My prince, I love you," she said kneeling on the bed after performing a very explicit sex act on him. He was still breathless after the orgasm.
"I know that Onna, just make love to me again now."
"Okay. But first let me introduce you to my friend. She loves you too."
The blue haired woman abruptly got up and left the room leaving Vegeta who was now laying on a waterbed with fishes underneath him. One of the fishes had really big teeth and green scales. The others resembled Nemo.
The door opened again and an older woman with bottle blonde hair entered followed closely by the much younger blue haired lady.
"Vegeta. Mother loves you to. She wants to feel your muscles and maybe have your child, is that okay. I don't mind"
Vegeta's eyes began to pop out of his head, he looked for a way to escape, and suddenly the door had gone. He was in an empty room with hospital equipment everywhere, rows of needles and shots were lined up against the wall. On the other side a nest of insects with large nippers and lots of legs were crawling about. Earwig's one thing that the Sayan couldn't stand, they terrified him after Bulma told him they would crawl into his ears.
Bunny jumped onto the waterbed next to Vegeta and held him down by his throat as Bulma stood their watching her mother grope him. Bulma then ran over with a needle and stabbed it into Vegeta.
"This is for being a naughty boy and killing all those people" she stabbed it into his arm, a pain shot up like he had been shot. Then he felt something crawling over his face and entering his ear. Earwigs were everywhere. Bunny was trying to get her hands into his boxers.
End of Dream
"AHAHHHHHHHAHHHHH" Vegeta woke up in an instant. He was screaming, he had cold sweats all over him; how could a dream turn from something so nice into such a nightmare.
Suddenly he looked up and saw the funny glasses and the old raggedy grey hair. Blinking he wondered if this was just another part of the horrible dream, perhaps he hadn't even died it might all be one big dream. No such luck there, everything came flooding back to him.
"Get off me" he said quickly pulling the blankets off him and knocking the old ladies hand off his forehead. What the hell had she been doing touching his face anyway?
"Well, well. Prince Vegeta, what an interesting dream you were having, I understand now you miss that blue haired girl. Feeling guilty about something are we? Or are all your dreams that demented?" the aged lady said as she patted her patted her flowery dress down dusting it.
"Who the fuck are you?" Vegeta mumbled blushing; had she seen the beginning of his dream. Suddenly he felt a pang of misery, he really missed Bulma more than anything else. Although he hated to admit it she was his world.
"Please, don't use those vile words to me, you can call me Erron," she said grinning an almost toothless smile.
"I'll use whatever language I want. I am the almighty Prince Vegeta, no old bag can tell me what to do," he said gruffly folding his arms defensively over his chest.
Suddenly his stomach grumbled, the chicken had dealt with his appetite earlier but it still didn't fill the gap enough and now after his nap his metabolism was kicking back in.
"Hungry? I can cook you something darling" Erron said in a delighted voice.
Vegeta didn't know how to take this strange lady, she was clearly very old and he believed very senile but he was intrigued at how she could read his dreams. Was she of some strange alien race? Was it possible he could learn this power? Not that it would be much use now he was dead.
Misery kicked back in again; he began to feel really depressed and lonely. The last he knew his wife and son were back on Earth safe but they could both be killed by the pathetic bulging blob that had taken his life and their would be nothing he could do.
If he had the chance of a wish on the dragon balls secretly it would be one of the hardest decisions of his life. His family or revenge.
When he thought about it logically providing the Namekian Dende survived the dragon balls would be around. So if he defeated Buu he could then wish everyone back to life, but Bulma and Trunks might not even be dead in the first place.
"What's wrong? You look down in the dumps," Erron said placing a large fruit bowl in front of the Sayan who was now sitting up her table deep in thought.
Vegeta took a deep breath, he was starving but the food didn't appetise him. He just felt like sitting in the corner of the room and crying; never in his life had he felt like this, even after the way Freeza treated him.
Suddenly it hit him.
"You, your telepathic aren't you?" he demanded looking to Erron who was now pulling various cooking ingredients out of the cupboard.
"Yes little peach, I am. Why what do you want to know?" she said showing her toothless grin again.
"Tell me, can you detect if people are still alive?" Vegeta said perking up, maybe she could help him out after all, this was more important than learning to drop in on people's dreams.
"Yes, it was one of the first things I learnt. I'm a retired Ki you see. King Yamma is my great great grandson. His grandmother was my daughter; she ended up with this huge troll as a husband.. You wouldn't believe it if you saw…" Erron was cut off reminiscing by an impatient Vegeta who jumped up out of his chair and was bending down to the short height of the little old lady.
"I don't care. Just tell me, is my wife Bulma and my brat Trunks alive or dead?" he said impatiently standing up straight.
"Hey calm down princey. Bend down I'll have to read your mind first." She instructed as he bent down and let her feel his forehead. Usually he wouldn't condone such an act but he desperately needed to know if they were safe.
"Oh, take a seat please do" Erron said sternly pulling a new chair out for Vegeta.
In his heart he knew what she was going to say.
"You've had a very nasty past haven't you, you really love this lady called Bulma? Well… I've got to tell you this I suppose." She mumbled quietly.
"Their dead like me aren't they" he said bluntly holding his aching temples of his forehead, he was trying to keep his voice calm but it kept wavering, the last thing he wanted to do was cry, he was a warrior, Sayans never cried…
"No not both of them. Just the one you call Bulma, your son is training" Erron said quietly, she could feel the pain the Prince was feeling.
"Bulma… it was Buu wasn't it," he said quietly as he put his head in his hands.
"Yes. It was quick she's very close by I assure you" Erron said taking one of Vegeta's hands and holding it. She had to be there for this poor little guy. His world had been destroyed, he'd been enslaved, and now the only bit of happiness he had was almost all taken away.
He really was strong willed, many men would have gone AWOL by now, Vegeta was still standing but he looked broken.
He couldn't prevent the tears in the end, they came flooding down from his dark mysterious eyes, he gave up holding them in. what was the point, he had nothing. He sat and sobbed for what seemed hours. Suddenly he felt a Ki close by that was extremely familiar.
"Bulma… BULMA!" with that Vegeta flew out of the little old ladies house leaving her sitting up the table alone. She'd never seen someone move with that speed before.
'Oh what love feels like' she sighed to herself as she began to pack the ingredients back into her cupboards.
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