Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Android B ❯ Pain and fury ( Chapter 2 )

"No, Vegeta stop, stay put!" Goku yelled, trying to keep the prince in his chair, but it was too late. The prince had already ridded himself off his "guards" with a surprising strength (or maybe not so surprising at all) and flung himself with outstretched hands at the Briefs. Before they knew it, a hand closed around the throats of Dr. Briefs and his wife, holding them in an iron grip. Vegeta's breathing came in rasps, and it sounded like he was choking, as his body began to tremble slightly in rage. Or was it pain? From where Goku stood, it looked like anger, but the soft-hearted saiyan was sure that Mrs. Briefs and her husband could see something else. Pain, grief and despair. Maybe even fear. All displayed in the coal black eyes of the prince, Goku was sure. And just as it seemed he was really going to kill the helpless bodies in his hand (why didn't they try to fight back?), he dropped them and took off, his momentum so great, that a sonic boom echoed through the city, it's deafening origin in the Briefs living room.

"So, Bulma, you see, we have a problem here. Originally, you were meant to die at a young age and go straight to heaven. But what your parents did, changed everything. It isn't even sure anymore, whether you can go back there," Enma Daiouh said softly, and Bulma knew that with "there" he meant heaven. She might not be going to heaven. Well, fine with me, she thought. At least I'll meet Vegeta in the after-life then- and my parents. But Vegeta- she wished she could talk to him somehow. Comfort him. Cry for him, because she knew, he wouldn't allow himself to.

Slowly, Bulma balled her fists. She was angry. She hurt. She felt empty, cold- a coldness that would never go away. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Not in her picture of life anyway. She felt betrayed. She shouldn't have died. A prince's mate shouldn't have to die such a banal death. But she hadn't even been a weak human! She had been one of those devilish machines, in a perfect disguise. I was fooled! I will not allow anyone to fool me, the Prince of the Saiyans...

Vegeta, it shot through her head. Vegeta. Vegeta was feeling and thinking all of this. It amazed Bulma to no end- the (albeit very weak) mental link she had shared with Vegeta in her lifetime, was still there. She could hear his thoughts, feel his feelings and when she concentrated a little, she could even see through his eyes. She heard Enma Daiouh say something about saiyan bonds lasting all life- and even further sometimes, but she barely took notice of it. Because the pictures unfolding in front of her mental eyes were more then all-consuming. They were a blur. They shot by her, none of them standing still longer than the blink of an eye, but Bulma saw them all. A wild mixture of dreams, fears, wishes, memories- barely forgotten, painful, embarrassing, terrible, sad, cruel, happy and fond memories. Vegeta's memories. And in between all of those, glimpses of reality- the things he saw only for a moment himself- the blood at his hands, people screaming and running away, trying to hide from his infernal wrath. Sometimes, sound accompanied the pictures and Bulma could hear what Vegeta heard: fire roaring, people screaming and crying and -almost tuned out by all of it- a soft, choking sound. It was even worse then the memory-pictures that flashed by her mind- it was real and it was happening in that exact moment, where she herself stood safe and sound in the palace of the Underworld King. It wasn't fair.

"It's not fair," Vegeta murmured, more to himself, then to anyone else, as he let another wave of ki-attacks loose. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair, he screamed mentally over and over again. He swallowed hard, as his attack consumed another 500 life-forces to be extinguished for ever. Lucky you, he thought bitterly. You're in the after life- with her. Silently, Vegeta prayed that something would happen now- where were the so-called defenders of earth? Wasn't it their duty to protect this miserable planet and kill off all evil? Well he was evil- right now. So where were they?! It's not fair- the thought came back to his mind and unbiddingly, the face of the person- no, machine! She hadn't been a person for a long time when he had met her. Unbiddingly, Bulma's face came to his mind, repeating softly:" It's not fair." It played over and over in his head- like a broken CD and it drove him even further into despair. And it hurt. Vegeta growled, pulling back his fist to crush the head of the child kneeling in front of him. She was sobbing. Her fearful gaze met his dead eyes- and with furious pain he noticed, that they were blue. Blue, blue, blue, blue. Blue like the earthen sky. Blue like earth's pathetic oceans. Blue like Vegetasei's mountains. Blue like the eyes of his son. Blue like her hair. Blue like her eyes. Blue like Bulma. He had to. He WOULD. He would destroy these eyes so they wouldn't hurt him anymore. He took a last glance at the child and closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the light dying in those blue orbs again. He flexed his muscles, he stroke (Don't!)- ... and missed.

When Goku arrived, Vegeta still stood in the same position he had been in when attempting to kill the blue-eyed child. He stood still like a statue, made of bones, blood, muscles, skin and hair, in between the no-man's land he had created with his own hands. The only thing that gave away his fleshliness was his hair- it moved softly in the summer breeze. "Vegeta," Goku said hesitantly, then repeated the name, as he didn't get a reaction. "Vegeta. Vegeta! Say something!" he demanded. "Kill me," the prince replied. The iciness and hate Goku heard in his voice, was enough, to make the younger warrior step back in fear. Fear- fear of Vegeta for the first time. "Kill me." Vegeta repeated, and Goku thought, he heard self-loathing as well as pain in that voice. He shook his head. He couldn't - no, he wouldn't do that. "Kill me," the prince demanded once again and Goku did the only thing he could possibly do.

He knocked his friend out.