/ / ❯ It's a Different World ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

It's a Different World

Chapter 4

by: kyra_briefs@hotmail.com

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No, no… he couldn't die! He couldn't think that! He had a family to protect, and there was no way in Hell he was going to leave them to fend for themselves! He realized he sounded like a hypocrite just then - he always said emotions were for the weak. But… if emotions were for the weak, why was Kakorott so strong? It suddenly hit him. Goku was strong BECAUSE of emotions. He cared for his family… for this planet, and would die to keep them alive. It was that determination to do good that always kept him on top! His mouth formed a grin. All these years, and he had finally found his secret. And now, he would use that to keep strong himself! The thought of Bulma and Trunks would be what would keep him alive!

"Kak… karot…" Vegita called through his dry voice, sweat beginning to beam on his forehead. He was beginning to see clearer now, and noticed when Goku was right at his side.

"Yea, Vegita, is everything all right?" Goku asked.

Vegita smirked, his lip quivering. "Just… order the damned pizza," he coughed.

Goku's face lit up. "Really? Great! You got it!" And with that, he raced of.

Vegita sighed deep and closed his eyes, allowing his worn body to rest.

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"Vegita?"

Vegita slowly opened his eyes upon hearing such a soft voice, and his face immediately lit up. It was Bulma - HIS Bulma. He knew it! Smirking he said, "What took you so long, woman?"

Tears welled up in Bulma's eyes. "Oh Vegita, I'm so sorry!" she cried. "I broke the machine and had to fix it and the dragonballs weren't active and then we found out we didn't need them and-"
Vegita grabbed Bulma's cheeks with his hands, a smirk still planted on his face. "Don't you ever shut up, woman?" he said, then leaned in and pushed her lips to his, locking them in a long, passionate kiss.

Goku blinked, staring at the Vegita whom had just some through the door with Bulma. "Wow, so that Bulma and Vegita are from another dimension? Woa… that's weird. No wonder he was acting so odd!"

The human Vegita nodded. "Yes, and that Bulma has helped me to discover the reason and cure for what I have."

Goku's eyes widened. "Really? Are you sure it will work?"

"Positive," Bulma answered for him, wrapping her arms around her Vegita's neck. "Well, we have to go. Good luck!"

"Thank-" Vegita started, but before he could finish, the two were gone.

"So… what's the cure?" Goku inquired.

Vegita's face fell. "I'll come out strait with it, Goku. For the past 5 years, I have had a gas extracted into my bedroom. It effects only adult males, and because of constant exposure… it was killing me." He then looked him strait in the eye. "Goku… my father was trying to kill me."

Goku's eyes widened.

"Asshole! He's delusional! He's lying! Can't you see?" Goku and Vegita turned as Vegita's father suddenly burst in, an angered expression on his face. "He's lying!" He continued to cry.

Vegita's voice came out hard and cold, his power beginning to rise. "You tried to kill me!" He yelled. "And then you were going to kill my family!" His power sky-rocketed, soaring through the roof as his body seemed to catch on fire. "You have lived long enough, old man!" Vegita hollered, his eyes fixated on the terrified man. "Now… you will die!" With those words, his power burst in one large blast at the man, lightening encircling the attack, adding force and power to the outcome.

"BASTAAAAARD!!!!" the old man shrieked as the attack hit, feeling his bones crash and break before him.

The house rumbled with power, and smoke filled the room. When it cleared, Vegita's father was no more.

Goku stood, staring at where the man once lied, his face stern. For all the pain he had caused Vegita, he would too easily have killed him himself. He looked at Vegita, and his hard face set to concern. Vegita's face was and uncomfortable white, and his breathing came out in large gasps. "Vegita… are you all right?" he asked.

Vegita turned to Goku and grinned. "Yes… just a little wiped… but I will be fine… for once… I will be…" Tired beyond belief, his eyelids overtook his eyes, and his mind set to a deep slumber.

Goku leapt forward then, catching him before he hit the ground.

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Vegita awoke to come face-to-face with a very worried Bulma. He smiled warmly at her, but suddenly froze. His father - that bastard! Startling Bulma, he jumped to his feet and into an attack position. "Where is he?!" he called with anger, his hands balling into fists. "WHERE IS HE?!"

"Vegita! Calm down! Please!" Bulma begged, grabbing her husband's hand. "Where is who?"

"My father," Vegita spat. And suddenly, it hit him. He had killed him, he remembered now. He had taken his own father's life. Gulping, he human slowly sunk down in a sitting position on his bed, suddenly feeling sick. His bed? Wait - his ROOM? The gas… he was beginning to feel it's effects already.

"Where's Goku?" Vegita inquired, wondering why his friend had not informed his wife.

"I don't know… do you want to see him?" Bulma asked.

Vegita clenched his teeth. "Please," he said. He then flung his head over the back of the bed, searching.

"Vegita, what are you doing?" Bulma gasped.

"Didn't Goku tell you about a `gas' in this room?" Vegita demanded.

Bulma blinked. "Yes, he said something about that… but he was making no sense. I think ChiChi is calling up a psychiatrist for him… poor boy. He kept babbling about murder and another dimension and you being gone for the past month or so, and another you… something like that. Vegita, please lie down… you need to rest."

"In a minute," Vegita mumbled, dizziness now overtaking him. He was getting closer… "AH HA!" He grabbed at a tiny machine almost completely hidden away, and brought it out for Bulma to see.

"What… is it?" Bulma asked.

"This thing has been keeping me sick," Vegita growled, glaring at the object with a deadly eye. "My father was slowly poisoning me over the years."

Bulma's eyes widened. "What…"

Vegita frowned deep. "No more…" And with that, he crushed the machine in his hands.

"Papa… are you feeling ok?" Trunks peered in meekly through the door, his eyes red, signs of him crying.

Vegita smiled. "I feel great, son. And not only that, but I'm better." He winked. "Promise."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Really?!" he cried. "No fooling?!"

Vegita nodded, and held out his arms. Trunks ran into them immediately, hugging him tight. "You're not so thin now, Papa!" he cried with joy.

Vegita nodded, hugging the child tight. "I know son, I know. Things will be different from now on… I promise."

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