Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Attachments Detached ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9

Vegeta's eyes creaked open and he moved his hand to relieve the burning in his shoulders only to snap both his eyes open, fully alert, when neither of his hands would respond, the pain only increasing as he tried to move his arms. The feeling of a cold wall behind him and the cutting of metal into both his wrists told him they had chained him to the wall. The burning of his shoulders was being caused by the pull of his own weight as his feet just barely brushed the ground.

He craned his neck up to see the manacles that held him only to hiss in pain, stopping all movement, as his motion pulled the wound in his shoulder made by the gun, causing it to bleed again.

He moaned at the sudden entrance of light, bright white light, to his world and turned his head to shield it in his arm, only to have it jerked back roughly by a hand to his chin.

He lost the first words spoken for the pain that shot through his shoulder again, letting out another groan.

"…not going to do anything with that ki blocking thing you have on him." Vegeta focused on the man standing behind the one that had jerked his head, noticing the scar that ran through a face framed with short-cropped black hair. The man was looking disapprovingly at the one that held him.

The one who had jerked his head around shone the light right in his eyes, chuckling as he squinted. That is, he chuckled until Vegeta rammed a knee up into the man's gut, causing him to drop the light and cradle his stomach, howling. Vegeta bit back a hiss of pain and watched as the man rose, wiping blood from his mouth and cursing, intent to hit quite evident by the cocked back fist.

That fist was stopped from connecting by the other man, who met glare for glare. Finally the other backed down, jerking his fist back.

"You can leave now."

The other looked shocked, "But General Rib-"

"-Said to show him to me. You have. I can handle things from here. Unless you're suggesting I can't."

The other man grumbled and picked up the light, taking it with him as he left as if to spite the other.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as the black-haired man turned fully to him. He locked eyes with Vegeta, own eyes narrowed in consideration. Finally he spoke. "My name is Yamcha. I assume you're Prince Vegeta. You work for Lord Frieza?"

Vegeta snarled as he spit at the man's feet, head coming back up to glare at him again, "There is what I think of your 'Lord'."

Yamcha smiled as he studied the spit on the floor. The smile carried back up to Vegeta's face, making his glare falter. "Well, that certainly makes me glad he's not 'my' Lord, now doesn't it?

"The General was going on about how Frieza wants you because you rebelled against him and all this, and there I am standing there thinking, 'boy, I'd like to meet this guy'. So, here I am, and you seem to be all I thought you'd be. You see; I never trusted that lizard…. Of course, then there was the whole thing about Miss Briefs and what you'd done to her."

Vegeta cocked his head to one side, an eyebrow raised, "And what exactly did I do?"

"Well…raped her actually."

Vegeta saw red flash before his eyes, shocked back to reality by the sudden white-hot pain from his shoulder.

Yamcha stood back, eyes widening as the man threw himself against the chains in an inhuman rage to fall back with a yelp. He approached him cautiously, watching as he shook his head as if to clear it. The culprit of the pain looked to be his shoulder, which was seeping blood onto the stone wall behind him to run down onto the floor. Luckily, the Saiyan did not seem to have lost much blood.

Yamcha lifted his eyes to catch the man glaring at him, "Look, I didn't say I believed Frieza. I saw Miss Briefs and she looked anything but the victim. Maybe a little roughed up, but considering she claims that Frieza's henchmen tried to kill her-"

"Not kill her." The man's voice was raspy and Yamcha frowned, reaching behind him and pulling out a canteen, offering the Saiyan a drink.

Vegeta stared at the man for a while, measuring him, before taking the offering, finding the cool water quite soothing.

"Then what?"

Vegeta grimaced as his shoulder suddenly went aflame. "She found out Frieza's plans for your planet. He just wanted to keep her until they were executed. He still had uses for her."

Yamcha tilted his head to one side, "Frieza's plans?"

Vegeta scowled, "Did she not tell you?"

Yamcha shook his head, "General Ribery said he spoke to her, but he said nothing about her telling him of any plans."

Vegeta grunted, "Then Frieza has an insider. He plans on purging your planet and selling it. He'll use the girl so long as she proves useful and then throw her out as so much trash."

Yamcha's face darkened, "Piccolo never did trust Ribery."

"Who?"

Yamcha seemed to realize he had said that aloud, "Oh, just a friend. He's a little shy and green around the collar, so he tends to take a back burner sometimes. Actually keeps him pretty objective about most things. Most pessimistic person you've ever met." He chuckled.

Vegeta shook his head, "Nevermind that! When will Frieza be here?"

Yamcha frowned once again, "Two weeks."

Vegeta let out a vivid curse, "Where's Kakarott?"

Yamcha raised a brow, "That's your companion? Piccolo's out looking for him right now."

Vegeta felt his head sagging and forced himself back up, feeling the warmth like a blanket around him, begging him to sleep, "Tell me you have a plan and aren't just being paranoid."

Yamcha chuckled, "We have a plan. We're going to train and kick this Frieza right back into outer space." Yamcha frowned as the man before him began to laugh, wondering if blood loss had finally gotten to him.

"You puny humans couldn't do anything against Frieza. Without this collar I could destroy this planet with a flick of my finger. Frieza is immensely more powerful than I."

His head sank down. "If that's your mighty plan than you should just save us all the trouble and release me so I can destroy this planet myself. At least then Frieza won't get anything of what he wants."

Yamcha shook his head, "He can't be that strong…." He suddenly trailed off, his eyes widening. "-Radditz! Not now!"

While Vegeta wondered what the human was talking about, Yamcha suddenly flew off, gone before Vegeta could blink. He did blink though, several times, as he wondered at how much further down he seemed to be spiraling

Vegeta shook his head, silent laughter shaking his body, as he allowed his head to sag and fell into a restless sleep, the only sound the dripping of his own blood onto the floor.

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Dr. Briefs pushed his glasses back up his nose, "Actually things have been hectic here. Frieza-Lord Frieza," he hastily amended, "has demanded more stuff as your time to leave him comes closer. In fact, as soon as he found you gone; kidnapped he said, he contacted us and told us all about those Saiyans and how they had manipulated you."

Bulma sighed, looking to her mother to save her from her worried father. Her mother just smiled blankly at her, eyes like upside-down U's. She rolled her eyes, "Dad, I told you already; everything Frieza told you was a lie. The Saiyans saved me from Frieza's men. What I really need to know is about one certain Saiyan, the Prince. I want to know why no one will tell me anything beyond 'he's fine' for the past week."

Dr. Briefs blinked at his daughter, "Prince, heh? Well, that's certainly a title to have, hmm? I really don't know why they won't tell you, dear. Perhaps because they lie?"

Now it was Bulma's turn to blink at her father, "But why would they lie, and what about?"

Dr. Briefs shrugged, "Who knows?"

Bulma crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the cup of hot tea her mother sat before her. Dr. Briefs sipped at his own cup, nodding thanks to his wife as she sat down, grinning obliviously at both of them. "Why won't they at least let me try to find Kakarott? He knows me. He's not likely to just come out when they call for him after what they did to Vegeta."

Mrs. Briefs squealed suddenly and stood, putting a hand to her mouth and looking behind daughter and husband to the doorway of the kitchen, "Oh, Yamcha! How nice of you come! You simply must have some tea!"

Bulma turned and viewed the dark-haired, scar-faced man with distaste. Another of General Ribery's men?

"Oh, I ate before I left Mrs. Briefs. Though I wouldn't mind some water."

Mrs. Briefs tittered and went right to getting it, also readying some appetizers, as she was sure the young man just needed more food.

Yamcha looked at the blue-haired girl he had come to see, taking in her appearance in one glance. Sure, he had seen her before, but she certainly hadn't looked this-clean. He almost blushed and met her eyes, noting that she had noticed his scrutiny, "Um, Miss Briefs? I needed to talk you…privately."

Bulma raised an eyebrow, "Really? Ok. We can go to my lab where I can't touch any of my projects and talk there."

Yamcha smirked at the girl's not-so-subtle reprimand and followed her to said lab, taking the seat she offered him and waiting until she too sat down. He fidgeted a bit in his seat when she didn't sit down but stood over him scowling with her arms still crossed in front of her, "Well? I've got a whole lot of nothing to do so make it snappy."

Yamcha became serious, "You know that Frieza arrives in a week. He's supposed to come take the Saiyans to punish them and you to finish out your year. I've heard a rumor however, that Frieza has more in mind than just that."

Bulma looked suddenly very interested, "Oh? General Ribery told you?"

Yamcha shook his head, frowning slightly, "No. I was told by another source; one that you know. You have been lied to."

Bulma looked confused, "Look, you may get off on all this cryptic stuff, but I don't follow unless it's as solid as science. Speak English."

Yamcha again shook his head, "The walls have ears and eyes. All I can say is that what you think is true is true. I've checked it. Things will be heating up in a week and I think you know it.

"I left something hanging and we need it to win this. I can't tell you where it is, only that you must find it. I'll give you the opportunity to do so. Look for it. And don't come back here when you do find it. There is an insider."

Bulma opened her mouth to berate the man on his continued nonsensicalness only to blink in surprise. He was gone. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with two fingers.

Bulma shrugged and sat down to mull over his words. All she could figure was that Yamcha knew that Frieza was going to purge the planet. He and his Z fighters were obviously trying to prepare for it, but they would be seriously overpowered. The only two who could handle it were Vegeta and Kakarott, and she didn't know where either of them was.

Then again, Yamcha had sounded as if he knew exactly where one of them was. Since Kakarott was being looked for by them, it could only, logically, be Vegeta. She stood up suddenly. Someone was lying, Yamcha had seen what was needed to defeat Frieza, and she had to find it.

She sat back down, suddenly very anxious. She took deep breaths to clam down. He had said he would show her where Vegeta was. She would wait until he did.

A/N: Day late, eh? Tell you why. FF.net went down and wasn't supposed to be up till today so I waited to give those guys over there a chance to catch up, though they might not mind four chapters…. Anyways, sorry for making you wait, and it was for nothing too. FF.net is still down. >_<

Well, these are the emotion-filled chapters. I recommend a Vanilla Coke and Mint Skittles with a box of tissues or a shoulder to cry on…. (sob) So sad! Must I torture him so? Yes…. O_o;

Moonsaiyanprincess: Thanks!

Trunksgurl: Hey Lauren! I don't mind the exaggeration! Lol Well, hopefully I don't keep you up all night this time! -_^

Dbz728: Thanks! I LOVE Vegeta too. I am his loyal subject! I guess this is what happened to Vegeta. Did I mention I LOVE to torture Vegeta? Lol

Susan: Me? Write something with Vegeta in it that sucks? Never! Now, I have written some pretty bad stuff, like my dragon one and the wolf one and Deceiver was really bad, but I'm redoing it…. I'm not perfect…yet. I have lots of pictures of Vegeta and stuff and that keeps me IC. Besides, loving a character and keeping him IC despite his flaws is FUN! (sigh) Yeah, that part was hard to write. Making Vegeta 'soft' is tough. SUSAN! Man, what language! Sorry…. Take some Midol? Lol I always ruin the mood! Lol

JadedBest: Hey! He just didn't want her to get a fever or anything…. That's all! And he wanted to stop 'that incessant weeping'…. I love Kakarott getting on Vegeta (ohmigosh! I did NOT mean it that way!) Heh, I like you reading the funny part and then the angst. Good. I don't mind broken records…. But you could use a thesaurus…. Heehee Um, no. I though ff.net would be back on…no such luck…. Sorry.