Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Bond ❯ Past Dream ( Chapter 1 )

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Freiza looked down on the pleading king, his tail swishing in a mixture of anger and pleasure. To see this mighty Saiyan, brought to his knees and begging for his life and that of his people...

"Please, lord Freiza!" The king begged, "We did everything you asked, I even gave you my own son... What more can we do?"

"Nothing." The white devil replied stonily, "Which is why it is time to get rid of you, monkey nuisance. You can't do anything else, you're too stupid." With that he aimed a hand at King Vegeta's heart, purple ki building up in its palm. The king looked up, just in time to see the swirling blast as it careened into his chest, scream as his flesh melted away from it and then...

Vegeta awoke with a start, sweat running down his face.

"Again..." He hissed, untangling himself from the sheets and standing.

The same dream had been plaguing him almost every night recently and all the different variations of his father's death were slightly unnerving to the Saiya-jin. He opened the sliding door to his balcony. The cool Chikyuusei breeze blew in, blowing the Saiyan's black, flame shaped hair and causing the curtains to rise high from the ground. He stepped out onto the balcony, allowing himself to momentarily glance up at the stars above him.
The night was clear, the stars shining brightly out of the dark blackness. Out of habit Vegeta stopped himself from looking at the moon, knowing what would happen if he did, then remembered that he no-longer had a tail.

'Curse them for removing my tail! I would have given Frieza a peice of my mind if I'd had it...'

Always one for sticking to grudges, Vegeta still hadn't forgiven Yajirobe, the pot-bellied samurai who had cut Vegeta's Goku-crushing session short not so long ago. He could still hate that man, but Vegeta couldn't help but be curious as to what the moon actually looked like... The Saiyan prince raised his gaze to the glowing round orb that sat high in the sky.
There wasn't much to look at. It was a harvest moon, huge and golden, and all it did was remind Vegeta that he still hadn't become a Super Saiyan. Anger flooded through him at the thought of that third class imbecile, beating the Prince of all Saiyans to the goal he had aimed for all his life. Clenching his hands into fists Vegeta took off into the night sky, flying high over the roof of the Capsule Corp. building and going far beyond.

Up on the roof the aqua haired heir to the Capsule Corp. watched her Saiyan guest go, leaving a blue streak through the sky. She sighed, he was far more trouble than he was worth... But still, she couldn't help but wonder where he was going at a time like this, or even why he was up at.. Um... 2:34 A.M..
Deciding that she didn't know and didn't care, Bulma wiped her eyes and got up, hoping not to wake her parents as she slid fearfully down the roof and landed safely on her balcony, the one right beside Vegeta's. As she slid back between the covers of her bed Bulma stifled another sob. She shouldn't care about that stupid jerk! But she did, even if he was off moonlighting with other girls every other minute.
She should hate him, but Bulma was afraid that she had used up all her hate on Vegeta, royal pain-in-the-arse bastard that he was. Arrgh! That conceited bastard! All he cared about was becoming the undisputed strongest warrior in the universe. A bad thing if you were Bulma. She was the one building his training machines, working 24 7 to keep up. Well, perhaps not that long. She was also pretty sure that Vegeta was just using the androids as an excuse to gain training equipment from her so he could get strong enough to beat Goku. The bastard didn't have to stay on Chikyuusei and they all knew it. So far, however, he had stayed put, leaving Bulma to wonder as to why?

Vegeta-Ouji arrived back at the Capsule Corp. building in the early morning. He'd been out training himself brutally for six hours, just to keep his mind off his father's death. But, naturally, training had just made him remember that the third class moron had beaten him to it; the ultimate goal.
The prince entered the house loudly, letting the door slam shut behind him. He currently had the Headache from Hell and wasn't about to let everyone else around him get away without suffering too.

"You wouldn't mind NOT slamming the door, would you?" Bulma, sat at the table, demanded, an angry look plastered on her face.

Vegeta sneered, "What, just to please you, ugly onna? I doubt it, the Prince of all Saiyans has better things to do..."

"How about getting his HEAD out of his ARSE?!" She yelled after him as he made his way down the hall to his room.

She'd had a bad night too, not getting to sleep after she returned to her room until some ludicrous hour, only to be woken 2 hours later by the sun rising and throwing its golden rays through her window onto her face. She felt like beating someone, Yamcha or Vegeta being her first choices.

'Yamcha? Come on, Bulma! He wasn't REALLY out with that girl, he was just giving her directions to some place or another...'

Yes, that had to be it. There was no way Yamcha would cheat on her, they were way too deep in love. She sighed, current thought path making her feel an awful lot better. She'd just... Overreacted... yesterday. A dreamy look took over her face as her thoughts wandered to Yamcha, the perfect boyfriend... Sure, they had their rows, but every couple fought, didn't they?

The very same evening Yamcha himself came to the Briefs residence, humming to himself as he rang the doorbell. His humming stopped when his eyes found Vegeta, standing on the balcony with his arm bound up and glaring down at him. Yamcha quickly looked away, mind seething.

'Bastard! Why's he the one that gets to live in the same house as Bulma? Why'd she even invite him?! I'm her beau, the brave and dashingly handsome Yamcha...'

The fact that he cheated on his girlfriend on a regular basis meant nothing to him. Bulma still refused to let him have his fun, so Yamcha just joined up with some other, more eager, girls to forfill his other requirements.
The door opened to reveal Bulma, smiling at him sweetly like she did only for him. She was wearing a tiny white strap top and hugging jeans that followed every curve. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she let him in.

"Hi, Yamcha. I was just thinking about you." She told him as they sat down together, "Do you think we could go out to dinner somewhere? Somewhere nice?..."

Vegeta, still stood at the balcony, could hear her every word. Even for a Saiyan the prince's ears were amazingly strong, something that was sometimes a weakness. Zarbon and some of the other henchmen on Freiza's ship had found out about Vegeta's sensitive hearing early on, when he was but a five year old boy. They found it amusing to tie the young prince to a bedpost or something and just shout and scream at him until he was fighting not to cry at the pain.
The Saiya-jin no Ouji put all this to the back of his head and tried to block out the disgustingly soft conversation that was going on one floor below. But somehow he couldn't. For all that he tried to deny it, Vegeta wouldn't mind being as happy as they seemed to be...

He mentally slapped himself. It was fake, their happiness. He wasn't withdrawn enough not to notice that. That weakling mate of hers was hardly worth the onna's affections, all he ever did was cheat on her. Vegeta closed his eyes and zoned out, focusing his hearing on the distant roar of a factory some way away in the centre of town.
These humans confused him. One minute they acted like they'd do anything for the other, the next they went out and found another mate to be with. He had to admit, when they were together they acted with as much love as any Saiya-jin couple would, but there wasn't the slightest fraction of the trust involved. Once two Saiyans bonded that was it, for life.

"Oi, Veg-head." Bulma called, causing Vegeta to jump a mile high.

"What?!" He snapped angrily, "What is it, woman?!"

Hiding the smug look she had gained from scaring him, Bulma just grinned. "Yamcha and I are going out for a while, okay? I left some food in the fridge and, no, that doesn't mean you can eat everything. Be back soon."

Just to rub it in she gave him a peck on the cheek and left, nearly skipping down the stairs. A night out with Yamcha was exactly what she needed!