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Learning Curve

Normal five year olds don't have tails. That was something he realized much later than he should have, when he was three and was handed an anatomy book by his mother for some 'light reading'. Like every book he received, he groaned in slight exasperation and then realized that if he were reading, he didn't need to go 'adventuring' as his dad called it. Trekking through the unknown and scary forest used to terrify him, which some humans were also afraid of. And most humans did have a coccyx, vestigial remnants of their previous evolutionary stages. But that's it.

Humans didn't have tails, well at least when they weren't developing embryos. Yet neither his mom nor dad ever thought it strange that he had one. And being isolated in the middle of nowhere gave Gohan no cause for concern either. Well, not until that anatomy book. But he could have been one of those extremely rare cases where human babies are born with a short, stub like tail. Sure, his tail was pretty much the opposite of stub like, but there was no other explanation.

Not until Uncle Raditz came.

Normal five year olds don't have uncles that land in space pods. They don't have such control over ki. They can't fly or shoot blasts of energy or even come close to the fighting capabilities that he had. They didn't get abducted by aliens, finding out that they are half alien in the process. Most five year olds also didn't read books about anatomy or the history of the Planet Trade Organization either. It was safe to say that Son Gohan was not a normal five year old.

"What do we do now, Gohan? Frieza's right over there."

Not by a long shot.

Gohan gave the bald (or maybe it's shaved?) fighter a wide eyed look. Everyone was suddenly relying on him. Even Uncle Raditz, who was much older and much more experienced with men like Frieza, seemed to be at a loss. I wish Mr. Piccolo were here. But he didn't exactly understand where that thought came from. Gohan didn't really know Piccolo at all, but from the Namekians past action, he seemed to be the decisive type. When Piccolo had sensed Nail's fading ki and Frieza's leaving the area, he didn't hesitate at all to fly in that direction. There was so much certainty, so much bravery, and none of the 'evil demon king' presence that his mother insisted on.

But Son Gohan knew other lessons besides evolutionary biology. He knew that even though men appeared bad, like Vegeta or Uncle Raditz or Mr. Piccolo, that maybe they weren't actually bad after all. And he was pretty good at telling which guys were really bad guys and which were actually just misunderstood. Uncle Raditz, though initially very scary and kind of merciless, was just misunderstood. Frieza, on the other hand, was bad. Pure evil kind of bad. Gohan glanced downwards before looking at Krillin. He couldn't say he didn't know what to do. That would only induce more fear, and fear was the last thing they needed. They had enough of it already. Gohan did have somewhat of a plan anyway. He only hoped it would be enough to fool Frieza. "Just...f-follow my lead."

The alien was already approaching; an evil, yet satisfied ki, speeding towards them. Gohan shot Raditz a determined gaze. The half Saiyan wrapped his tail quickly around his waist and grabbed Krillin's hand, holding them by the wrist behind the human's back. "Go on your knees," Gohan whispered. "Hurry, please!"

Krillin looked confused for a quick second, but quickly recovered. He took his hands away from the child. "You should injure me first, Gohan."

"W-What?"

"It'll be more believable if you..." Krillin stumbled back, surprised by the contact of Raditz's fist to his face. "What the Hell, man!"

Raditz crossed his arms, "We don't have time for you to convince Gohan. I did you a favor."

Krillin grunted and wiped the blood from his nose. "Whatever."

"Would you like one too?" Raditz turned to Yamcha, who seemed less than eager.

The bandit scowled and just fell to the ground, "Just say I went quietly." Yamcha recoiled when Raditz touched him. "Better not do anything funny though."

"Trust Uncle Raditz, Yamcha." Gohan gave Krillin's face a hard look before returning to his captive position. Instead of grabbing Krillin's hands, Gohan simply made him go down to a kneeling position, aiming his open palm to his head. "Dende, you hide over there. Keep your ki low and then come out to bargain with us."

The young Namekian coughed, "Bargain?"

"Mhm. Frieza needs a Namekian to summon the dragon balls, right? Offer to do it for him if we spare their lives."

Raditz shook his head, "I'm not sure if that'll work, Gohan."

"We don't have time for another plan." Gohan sighed. This was bad. This plan was incredibly faulty, too risky. If Frieza knew that Vegeta was a traitor, their only hope was to convince Frieza that Gohan and Raditz turned on the Saiyan Prince. That in itself would be a hard act to sell. But they also had to ensure that Yamcha and Krillin wouldn't be killed, and the only way they could secure that was to make them leverage. Leverage for the only thing Frieza wanted. "We don't like Uncle Vegeta anymore. He's a bad man. He betrayed L-Lord Frieza." He had to sputter the words, but he made sure Raditz understood before taking his gaze away from his older relative's face.

Raditz gritted his teeth but nodded before pushing Yamcha flat on the ground with his foot. Gohan questioned the look on his Uncle's face. He was enjoying himself far too much. "Yes, Gohan." It was even harder for him to say the words. "Vegeta's a fool to think he could ever defeat Frieza with such a silly legend." The Saiyan stuck out his tongue, "That sounds absolutely vile."

The air around them suddenly turned still, freezing. A dark shadow of energy hovred around them. "What does, Raditz?"

"Lord Frieza!" Gohan shocked himself by how fast he bowed. The half-Saiyan quickly scanned the area around him, relieved to see that Dende had hidden like he had asked. "Thank Kam-err...I'm so glad you're here!"

"Worm." His cold presence was truly haunting. Gohan shivered as the alien landed, no longer in his transport. The overlord crossed his arms, purple nails tapping the padding on his forearm. "You have 5 seconds to explain why I shouldn't kill you." Red eyes immediately focused to the seal on Gohan's chest-the seal of Vegeta-sei. "Five."

"We had no idea...we-we didn't"

"Four."

Gohan sweated, "I never wanted t-...I don't even know what we're looking..."

"Three." Frieza raised his pointer finger, tip directed at Gohan's forehead.

"Stop it, Frieza." Raditz stepped forward, arms spread out and blocking Frieza from Gohan's view. His uncle turned to face him. "This isn't working. I'm not using my last moments of life pretending to be loyal to him."

Frieza smirked at the outburst, "Well now, Raditz. The truth finally comes out. Do tell what caused this sudden retaliation. Are you unhappy with your space pod? I allowed you to test the newer ones. You should be grateful." His tone was sarcastic, mocking. "Or was it your quarters on one of my planet's? All you had to do was come to me, Raditz. Why let that monkey prince of yours bully you around?"

"Because of just that." Raditz's voice rang confidence and determination. There was a sharp edge that almost felt empowering. Gohan lowered his hand away from Krillin, not believing in this charade anymore and allowing the bald fighter to stand. Yamcha followed. Both of their bodies were tense, gazes fixed as their muscles twitched from the terrifying ki in front of them.

Raditz's own ki was jolting up. It was fueled by anger, Gohan realized. He recognized it from his own battles with Raditz and Vegeta. The insults to his family and friends, the blinding flashes of rage that made his blood fume through him, ki ignited with outrageous power. Raditz was experiencing this rage. "Because he is my prince. He is the Saiyan prince. The most powerful warriors in this universe. Stronger than you. Stronger than anyone the Cold family could ever produce. We are better than you Lord Frieza. We will kill you. We will make you pay for the suffering you have inflicted to our planet. Destroying our homes, our families."

"Bardock, wasn't it?" Frieza only sounded thoughtful, completely unaffected by the words Raditz had just poured out.

The name made the Saiyan stutter. "W-what?"

"Your father. He tried this same speech as well. He was almost as stupid as you. Perhaps stupider. It's hard to judge, let alone compare the level of intelligence of monkeys."

"We're not exactly monkeys." Gohan couldn't keep his mouth shut. Raditz's own rage seemed to overflow to Gohan, and the half-Saiyan child found himself standing side by side with his uncle. Though his energy was charged up by anger, his voice was calm, scientific. "The Oozaru, thought to be our most powerful form, closely resembles an ape, which isn't a monkey. The only commonality between Saiyans and monkeys are our tails." He unwrapped his from his waist for show. "Though I don't even really understand the purpose of them to begin with. The Oozaru isn't our optimal power."

He grabbed Frieza's attention. Perfect. The alien's beady, red eyes grew slightly larger. "What do you mean about the Oozaru? That is the only way you were able to develop as your 'so called' alien race. Your kind is worthless without tails."

"You're forgetting about the Super Saiyan." It was Raditz who answered, a sharp smile on his face. "It's legend. It's the one thing that will be your downfall."

Frieza clenched his fist. "Shut up, Raditz. You're a fool to speak these words."

"You're just afraid of the truth, Frieza. Vegeta will kill you. He will become the Super Saiyan and..."

"QUIET!" Frieza raised his hand, finger fully extended. A small, red beam pierced the tip and tore through the left side of Raditz's chest. The Saiyan immediately collapsed down, blood sloshing from the wound, his heart permanently damaged. Frieza had a slight dissatisfied expression. "I hate people who repeat themselves. I told him to be quiet!"

Gohan had seen red before, but never when there wasn't a full moon. He never felt such complete absence of control outside of his Oozaru state, but right then, seeing his uncle flat on his back, blood staining his lips and chest, Gohan lost it. There was no thought process, just pure action. His ki flamed a bright yellow around his body, and within seconds, the top of his foot connected with Frieza's temple, pummeling the alien miles away from where he once stood.

Bloodthirsty, Gohan fed off of his anger, the intense pain of seeing the fallen body of his uncle lay mutilated on the ground. He was ready to once again approach Frieza, when a strong hand found his shoulder. "Don't get reckless. You'll get yourself killed."

The deep voice was only slightly familiar, and in Gohan's deep rage, he didn't want to obey. "He...he..."

"You have too much potential to be so careless." It was then Gohan saw that it was Piccolo in front of him...but no, not Piccolo. This Namekian was a little different, and a lot stronger than Piccolo ever was. The green fighter tossed his weighted clothes to the ground before looking back up to the slowly calming Gohan. "I fused with Nail. Do not be mistaken. I'm still Piccolo. The deal was to keep that personality dominant in exchange."

"...But what did Nail want?" Suddenly, Gohan realized he had been crying. The tears were almost dry already, but he could taste the saltiness on his cheeks.

"To kill Frieza. It seems to be a popular request." Piccolo's face was stern as he looked back to where Frieza landed. "Go back to the others. I can handle Frieza. You may want to check out those other power levels."

"What? Other power levels?" If he weren't a young child, Gohan would have probably cursed himself for being so clueless. He had been so distracted by Frieza's monstrous ki and monitoring his father and Uncle Vegeta that he hadn't realized that five other powerful kis had suddenly appeared. "T-that's not good."

Piccolo didn't turn. "Get out of here, Gohan. Freiza will be dead soon."

"Let's go." It was Raditz talking now. Raditz-his Uncle Raditz who had just been dying moments ago.

Gohan was seriously confused until he saw Dende a little further behind the full Saiyan. "Alright, Mr. Piccolo." He bowed a little to both Namekians, "Thank you."

Something wasn't right. Multiple things actually. And Vegeta wasn't referring to all the past things that managed to get fucked up. Presently, there was enough shit going on that if he had been a weaker man, his head would spin. There was a sudden shift in ki, which he was finally able to notice because he wasn't busy sensing Nappa's. He was still relatively new to this ki sensing ability, but he had expected Kakarot to be a little bit better. He was the one to teach his brat the trick after all.

Why Kakarot failed to mention that five new kis were now detectable would be something Vegeta would never understand. "You're a complete moron, aren't you?"

"I'd like to think not." Goku scratched one of his black points, bangs falling across his face. "And I know you're usually this grumpy, but is there a reason you decided to say that, Vegeta?"

"Only because it's the truth. And that you failed to mention that the Ginyu force has landed here."

"The...what?"

"Never mind, Kakarot. But do you care to explain why the Namekian's power level has so greatly increased?" He didn't really need to worry about the Ginyu Force. Sure, Zarbon had caught him off guard, but Vegeta doubted that he could be outmatched by any of Frieza's soldiers, including the Ginyu Special Forces. They were a bunch of parading clowns, nothing more.

Goku looked puzzled. "Not exactly sure about that one either. I can't say I was really paying too close attention to the battle."

He felt that he would only become even more irritated by asking, but Vegeta had to know. "Then what, Kakarot, were you paying attention to?"

There was a strange look suddenly on Goku's face as the taller Saiyan wrung his hands together. "Well, uh, it's Bulma's ki."

The Saiyan Prince's heart dropped. Collapsed. Plummeted to the lower part of his diaphragm. "Excuse me?"

"Bulma...her ki is so hard to pick up, you know? Because of all the stronger kis, and so it's kind of hard to trace other ones, especially when hers..."

Especially what? Sweat slid down Vegeta's forehead. He didn't understand this sudden panic, only that it was there and that it was related to Bulma. He needed to know if she was okay. He needed to know that there was a ki to detect. Vegeta tried to answer the question himself, but he couldn't sense her. She wasn't where they had left him. She wasn't safe.

The thought made Vegeta pounce on Goku. The shorter Saiyan flew up slightly, enabling himself to grab Goku by the collar and drag him up to his new height. "Where is she?" The words felt heavy, hard and slow. "Kakarot! Can you sense her? Tell me!"

"Calm down, Vegeta. She's alive." Goku pulled himself away, "But she's with two other power levels. I don't recog..."

Vegeta didn't wait for the full sentence before striking Goku in the cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you really that moronic! Do you really have no inkling of how important she is! Of how much she..."

Vegeta stopped. He watched as Goku's expression changed quickly from shocked pain to some sort of happy grin. A grin. After all the things to have on his face, Goku was just smiling at him. It only pissed off Vegeta more. "Stop that."

"What?"

"Looking at me like you know what I'm thinking. It's deplorable. I should punch you again." He squirmed as he stood, biting back the urge to ask Goku again where Bulma was. Not wanting to yield to relying on Kakarot to supply him with information, Vegeta quickly flew up and over where they had left Bulma. Her ki wasn't present at all, and the Saiyan prince had to stop himself from blasting the cave right then and there. ...where is she?

Unwanted memories flashed through his mind. Bulma's promises. Bulma's reassurance. She wasn't going to leave him. She promised she'd never leave without him.

"I'll be right here when you return, Vegeta"

...

"You can trust me on that."

He had trusted her. Hell, he trusted her now for reasons he wasn't quite sure of. For once, it wasn't Bulma's trust and Bulma's promises that had him furious. It was the fact that he couldn't keep his.

"...Where is she?" His voice was low as he felt Goku land behind him. The Saiyan prince walked slowly through the cave, allowing the third class to follow. The door was open, the place looking untouched, not ransacked or anything, though he was sure Bulma had struggled. She wasn't one to give up easily at all. The silence bothered him. "Where the fuck is she!" The yellow light brightened the room into flames. "She was right here!"

"Vegeta!"

Another ki blast. Something else on fire. Vegeta ignored Goku's shouts and struggled when the taller Saiyan wrapped his arms around the prince's torso and dragged him out of the smoking Capsule House.

"Are you crazy?" Goku pulled at his hair. "Why are you doing this?"

Vegeta's face was red, his ki a bright yellow. He saw Goku twitch back at the flaring energy, but the taller Saiyan didn't back down completely. Goku 's face turned dark. "Sense her, Vegeta. Calm down and you'll be able to sense her."

It was hard reigning in that energy, but Vegeta swiftly settled himself done until he was able to spot Bulma's ki. "What are you waiting for, Kakarot?"

Goku just smiled and followed Vegeta to the air. Both Saiyans were zooming, cutting through the air and probably risking detection by Frieza or one of the members of the Ginyu Force.

But that was exactly what Vegeta wanted. He dared anyone try to stop him now. He wanted someone to test him, to try and stand in his way for one second. The Saiyan smirked. They wouldn't even last a second. He would demolish them, pulverize them into bits.

"I sense six kis, Vegeta."

The Saiyan Prince nodded. He did too. One was Bulma's, frantically flashing in fear. The other five were of no significance to him. They would be dead soon.

Princes on white horses were nothing but fairy tales. Unwarranted fantasies that mothers tell their daughters in order to induce an excited state and then, eventually, a tired one. They were meant as bedtime stories and nothing more, and even though Bulma knew all of this, it never stopped her from wishing for her own prince, her own perfect boyfriend ever since she was a child.

Now more than ever was she wishing for him. Not some prince on a white horse, or any kind of vehicle. That would be too slow. Her prince didn't need those things. Her prince wasn't some white knight, some chivalrous do-gooder. And honestly, she liked it that way. Bad boys were exactly her type.

She wanted Vegeta here more than ever. Jeice and Burter had set her next to a large rock, leaving her on the blue grass of Namek as they talked to their companions, who all seemed to be super powered aliens. Like I expect anything less. She rolled her eyes at the thought, but even her somewhat lackadaisical attitude couldn't mask the intense fear welling inside of her. Frieza wasn't here. For that, she was grateful for. But for how long?

They hadn't bothered tying her up; they knew she wasn't fast enough to escape. But that didn't stop her mind from turning. She watched them carefully, thinking of any possible way she could make a run for it without getting killed.

There was nothing but open plain and some narrow trees. Nothing to hide her if she somehow managed to get yards away undetected. And they had scouters anyway, she realized. They only needed to sense-

Goku and Vegeta can sense too. They all can. She had no control over her ki, but from being around fighters her whole life, she knew the basic idea of how it worked. Bulma turned to the rock behind her and stood up. Jeice immediately turned around from the conversation he was having with the others and asked, "What, girl, are ya doing?"

"Nothing." She cracked her fingers before giving the rock a light push. It wasdouble her size, big and unmovable-the perfect thing to test her strength on. "Nothing at all."

Bulma hadn't bothered to learn the other member's names. The purple guy with horns seemed to be in charge of them all, spouting orders and trying to contact Frieza with his scouter. The purple alien spoke, disgruntled. "Lord Frieza's scouter seems to be nonoperational. Jeice, leave the Earth woman alone and get the extra scouters out of the pods."

Jeice scowled and moved away from Bulma to the space pods nearby. Now was her chance. She steadied herself in the dirt and pushed on the rock, trying to harness all the energy she had in her body. She had never really worked out before; her little runs on the treadmill were nothing compared to the training her friends did. But it was all she could do. And there was no way she was just going to sit here and wait.

Sweat rolled down her forehead in salty streams. It stung her eyes a bit, but she continued, getting strange looks from the five aliens huddled yards away from her. "I don't like what she's doing, Cap'n."

"Relax, Jeice." This was the orange head one that looked the most human. If humans were double their normal size. "What can the puny thing do? She's just wearing herself out for us!"

"I should kill her right now." It was the four eyed alien, the green one. Glue or Gurd or something. "Vegeta and I have quite the history. What I wouldn't give to kill his..."

"No, Guldo. We are bringing her to Lord Frieza." The purple captain crossed his arms sternly. "That is after we also find the dragon balls for him."

She sighed a bit and kept pushing. That was one thing they'd never get anytime soon. Her hands started to blister as they pushed and pushed on the solid rock surface. It wasn't budging an inch, but that wasn't what she wanted to do. Bulma moved around to the other side of the boulder, no longer able to see the group of Frieza's soldiers. Just a little more, just get your energy up. They'll sense you. They'll find y-

A rough hand wrapped around her mouth, suppressing the scream that was sure to be released. She could feel herself fidget wildly at the sudden contact. He was currently dragging her quickly away, ignoring the kicks she sent flying backward.

Bulma didn't find it in her heart to scream. Who would hear her? Was she asking for Jeice and crew to come save her? No. She needed to get herself out of this alone, and she tried. Bulma raised her hand, trying to whack the grabber with a tight fist, but the man behind her quickly grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Her mouth widened to a large smile, "...Goku."

Relief fanned throughout her body, and Bulma immediately calmed down. She hugged her long time best friend, keeping her head in the crook of his neck, relaxing in the safety of his muscular frame. Bulma knew she would be rescued; she's always been. But that didn't stop her from being afraid and then incredibly relieved. The tall fighter gave her a tight hug back and then stepped away.

Her blue hair whipped back when Vegeta stepped up to her, his chest heavy with anxiety and an almost scared look in his eyes. Bulma's broad smile fell into a weak sigh seeing him like that. She could tell that he was worried, more than worried, and she didn't want to put him through any pain, not again. "I'm okay. I didn't leave you."

They were still yards apart, Goku standing off to the side and looking in the distance. She knew he was probably tracking the aliens he had just took her from.

Vegeta ignored her, "Kakarot, how did you..."

"They weren't using those scouter things so I just took her." Goku narrowed his eyes over the horizons. "But it shouldn't be long before they start looking for her. I'm lucky that I was fast enough none of them saw me. Smart of you to move away from them too, Bulma."

She didn't really hear what Goku was saying, weird since she was never one to usually ignore a compliment. Bulma was too focused on Vegeta. Worried Vegeta. Not jealous Vegeta or furious Vegeta or even satisfied Vegeta. This Vegeta concerned her more than anything. She closed the distance between them, expecting her Saiyan prince to inch back, but he didn't. "Why didn't you come?"

Goku was the one who answered. "I wouldn't let him. He was too unstable. If he blew up, it'd be potentially dangerous for you."

"Shut up, Kakarot," Vegeta snapped. "I am not some child. I have control over my power." Though he was talking to Goku, Vegeta was looking at her, black eyes tracing her body for any injuries. "I wouldn't hurt her."

Bulma grabbed his hand, feeling his warmth immediately. Vegeta began to move back, but Bulma didn't let him, pulling him sharply into a hug. She let herself tangle through the bottom end of his dark hair. Coarse, thick, it was perfect between her fingers. Her hands moved past his neck and wrapped around the upper part of his back. Vegeta was stolid, unmoving, and Bulma pouted at his unresponsiveness. "Won't you give me a kiss, Vegeta? We only have a few minutes."

He growled. "Crude woman."

She giggled, seeing a faint ring of red over his cheekbones. The Saiyan prince was blushing. "What? You nervous?" Bulma was only met by another growl. She laughed outright when she noticed he glanced briefly to Goku. "Are you shy in front of Goku, Vegeta?"

Goku laughed a little to the side and placed his hands behind his head. "Don't let me stop you! I'll just be over here..."

"Be quiet, Kakarot. And Woman..." He grabbed her hands from behind his head and caught them in his own, letting their fingers mesh. Vegeta held her tightly, but not enough to hurt her. That's what he always did. He showed her how strong he was, reminding her that he was powerful, that he was strong enough to protect her but had enough restraint to never hurt her. "I will deal with you when I kill the others."

"Poetic, but really..." Bulma bit her lip. There was a sudden emptiness inside her. She saw his worry quickly vanish. Worried Vegeta became the much more familiar vengeful Vegeta. And she wondered if that would eventually lead to him being dead. "What if we never get a chance like this?"

Vegeta grunted. "Chance like what? With Kakarot breathing down our..."

"Alive, Vegeta." She allowed her voice to be stern. "What if you end up not...alive?"

The Saiyan prince let go of her suddenly but kept the distance. He turned his head immediately to Goku. "Watch her while I take out the trash. I'll send some weakling your way if you wish to fight."

"Can you handle them on your own, Vegeta?" Goku asked.

He scoffed. "Fine, Kakarot. I'll send you two. Bring her when you're done if you wish."

Goku nodded, but Bulma wasn't too happy. "Why can't you take me?"

"You are a distraction." Vegeta turned back to her. "I won't be able to concentrate."

"But...if you... you better not..."

The interruption of his warm lips nearly knocked her to the ground. The impact was so sudden but at the same time, completely welcomed. He grabbed her near her shoulder blades and moved their bodies together, creating friction and energy. This was what she wanted. No white knights. No horses. She wanted her prince. He was rough around the edges, yes, but he was hers completely. And it wasn't even the more primal need for him, though that was, admittedly, a part of it. His warmth was consuming. His energy, addicting. She needed him, more than her independent nature would ever allow herself to admit. She needed his unnerving confidence, his unflinching ability to stand up to her, his passion, his fire.

He fulfilled her, and she...she loved him for it.

A/N:

Things will start picking up again. I promise! And I mean in both plot and my updating. It sincerely sucked that I couldn't update while I was on vacay, but I hope this update compensates a little.

We're also nearing the confrontation with Frieza...ah! Scary stuff. (almost as scary as this new fanfiction formatting...)

Thanks everyone for reading! And if you have questions, comments, or concerns, drop me a review or send a PM! I love hearing from you! Thanks!