/ / ❯ It's a Different World ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

It's a Different World

Chapter 3

by: kyra_briefs@hotmail.com

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Vegita sighed deep as he glared at the deadly machine below him. It had been almost a month since he had arrived. At first he was confused, thinking that maybe Bulma wouldn't come. He then, however, remembered the dragonballs. They would be active soon. Though he didn't know why, he knew Bulma was waiting for them to be active. He only hoped he would still be around by then.

He glared at the sale below him menacingly. There goes another few pounds… In all, he counted, he had lost near around 80 pounds at least since that one day, and he was really beginning to show for it.

Growling, he kicked the machine aside, sending it crashing through the wall. In such a rage he began to break everything in sight, just just taking it off it's hinges or whatever and smashing it between his hands or blowing it to pieves with a small blast of ki. When he had finished, the room was nothing but rubble.

He exited the room feeling exhausted, but easily brushed it off as he walked into the living room. Growling, he plopped down on the couch.

"Hello son, how are you feeling?"

Vegita snarled at the sound of the freak who claimed to be his father. He could feel his ki nearing him. "Stand back old man," he hissed, "or I'll beat your fucking brains in."

"Son, I just-"

Vegita stood up then, staring at the man. He knew it wasn't his real father, just as Bulma wasn't his real mate. However, he hated his father more than anything. Every time he saw him, he wanted to blow him to pieces and, the way everyone else acted and talked, h figured he would be doing the other Vegita a favor as well. "Stand back," Vegita warned, "before I kill you. I'll give you 3 seconds to run."

"Son…"

"1… 2…"

"Son!"

Without even arriving at 3, Vegita dashed at the man, firing up a ball of ki in his hands. However, just before he got to him, someone pushed him back.

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Vegita yawned and stretched as he got up from bed. He was feeling great! Ever since he came to this world, his health seemed to improve dramatically. Smiling, he announced, "I NEVER want to leave!" But then he stopped short. Did he ever want to return to his time? The time when he was constantly sick? But then… there was Trunks and Bulma. Sure, he had them here, but… but they weren't HIS Trunks and Bulma. He found himself missing them a lot. Sighing, he sat down on his bed.

"I've got it! I've got it!" Suddenly, Bulma raced into Vegita's room, holding high the `wristwatch.' "I've fixed it! Now you can go back to your world! And you'll finally be well! Isn't that great?!"

Vegita, however, did not move from his position. He showed no signs of happiness or excitement either.

"Well?" Bulma repeated. "Isn't that great?!"

"Bulma, it won't work," Vegita answered gravely. He looked right at her. "I'm just fine in this world. When I go back… I'll be sick again. No matter what."

Bulma frowned. "Yes, I have noticed you've been better… hmmm."

"I guess you just can't rely on silly wishes," Vegita sighed deep.

"Silly my ass!" Bulms snorted. "Come on, I'm going to figure this thing out!" Grabbing his wrist, she raced with him down the stairs and into her lab.

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"Let me go, Kakorott!" Vegita hissed, struggling to free himself from his grip so he could tear the old man to shreds. "LET ME GO!"

Goku cringed as he held Vegita back. He had been gone for a few weeks to visit one of ChiChi's distant dying relatives. When he came back, he knew because of his condition he would be thinner, but he could easily feel his bones! However squeamish though, he held on tight until the frightened man got away.

"Asshole!" Vegita hollered. He punched Goku in the ribs, finally making him release his hold. Snarling, he turned to him in anger. "Baka!" he spat. "I was going to do everyone a favor to kill him!"

Goku, however, did not respond. He was to busy staring. He had lost way too much weight. "Vegita…"

Vegita frowned deep. Angry and exhausted, he sat back on the couch. "That old man was really getting on my nerves," he hissed. "Damn bastard."

"Hey uh, Vegita. I'm gonna order us some pizza, ok?" Goku suggested.

Vegita snorted. "Don't bother, Kakorott. I can't keep the damned stuff down anyway." Angered with the remaindered, he picked up the TV remote and tossed it at the television set, making both it and the TV shatter. "Hmph."

Goku sat down next to Vegita. "Where's Buma and Trunks?"

"Probably at the store," Vegita replied. He sighed again.

"Vegita, I've been meaning to ask," said Goku. "Why do you keep calling me Kakorott?"

"It's your counterpart's name," Vegita replied gruffly.

Goku blinked. "Huh?"

Vegita smirked. "Never mind." He picked up a can of soda and took a sip.

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"Oh my… Kami…" Bulma's eyes widened as the results of her test, hardly able to keep the paper from slipping from her hands.

"What?" Vegita asked as he sat up from the cold table. "What is it?"

Bulma slammed the results down, her head shaking. "Vegita, I don't know how to say this…"

Vegita gulped. "Go ahead."

"The good new, Vegita," said Bulma, "is that you're not really sick."

Vegita's eyes widened a bit.

"The bad news," Bulma continued, "is that you were being poisoned. I found traces of a gas, I had it scanned… it only effects adult men. I believe someone put small doses of the gas in your room when you slept, and over the years increased it. Results like this could only be caused from excessive, daily exposure for years." She sighed. Deep, beginning to tremble. "Vegita… my Vegita had never been exposed to it. The massive doses that you were receiving… I'm afraid, it could kill him instantly."

Vegita frowned.

"I knew something was wrong!" Bulma sobbed. "We need to go now. We don't need the dragonballs - you'll be fine once you get rid of the gas. But… who would want to kill you?"

Vegita clenched his fists. "Kami shimatta… I know who it is! Bastard! He wants to kill me, get in the will, then kill my Bulma and Trunks! That BASTARD!"

"Who would so such a thing?" Bulma sniffed.

Vegita frowned. "Only one person I know would have patience and cold-heart enough to pull something like this off… for 5 whole years."

"Who?"

Vegita shut his eyes. "My father."

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Vomit, mixing with blood, spewed from the Prince's mouth, drowning in the toilet. Once again, he found himself emptying his stomach… his life.

"Vegita, stop!" Goku ordered. "You have to stop this! It's only making your condition worse!"

Vegita coughed up more, glaring at the fool. "Easier… said… than done… Kakorott," he coughed.

Goku thrust Vegita into the wall, his eyes stern. "Try to keep it down, Vegita. It'll help," he said.

Vegita lifted his head high trying to keep the stuff from exiting his body. However, it was no use. He immediately pitched forward to spew out the rest.

Finally, Vegita finished, and slumped down against the wall, his breath coming out harsh and raspy. "Fuck…" and he began to curse in his Saiyan tongue.

Goku frowned as he knelt by his friend. "Vegita," he said in a calm voice. "Are you ok?"

Vegita managed a smirk. "Aside from the fact I feel my chest is going to explode… I'm just peachy." He began to chuckle, but all that led to was a large series of coughs.

"Vegita, I'm going to help you up," Goku said. He lifted his friend up to his feet, hesitating a bit when Vegita cried out in pain and grabbed his chest. "You ok Vegita?" he asked.

Vegita's only reply was his constant droning in Saiyan.

Finding he would receive no answer, Goku slowly moved Vegita to the closest spot in the house - the couch, and lied him down. "Vegita?" he repeated, slower this time. "Are you ok?

Vegita swallowed and, closing his eyes, nodded. However, he knew he wasn't. He knew he had to look it as well. Worst of all, he hadn't a clue as to what was happening to him! Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't a mere flu.

Vegita heard Goku say something else, although he couldn't make out what. His head was swimming too much. He could feel his body slowly shutting down, and he knew he was dying.

To be continued…