Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within The Beast ❯ Confrontations ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hello everyone! Can you believe I updated so fast? Me either XD But I did, and I hope you enjoy it.

I want to thank everyone that reviewed and sent in their condolences for my notebook XD It made me feel better lol, and I've started a new one, and my idea are slowly coming back to me. So YAY for that right?

Anyway on with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, though I wish I did cause I would have found a way to bring Nappa and Raditz back to life and to the good side XD

Bulma walked through the doorway of the GR, signaling the light to come on, and walked around the structure to make sure no damage had been done to the frame. Everything seemed to be okay; there were a few dents here and there from a Saiyan's head or fist, and a few scorch marks from missed ki attacks, but otherwise she looked fine. Satisfied that the fame was fine, she made her way over to the control panel and removed the door from the base of it to check the circuitry. A few of the wires looked like they were ready to burn out, and this worried her. They had only been using the GR for a month and already the wires were going. She only had a few more of them for back up; what the fuck was she supposed to do once they ran out?

She couldn't talk to Vegeta again, but somehow she had to make them take it easy. Yes the GR was made to withstand four hundred times Earth's gravity, but this was the first working GR ever created, so maybe having it that high practically all day was too much strain on it.

What the hell was she going to do?

She had to find a way to get it through that fuckin monkey's head that he just could NOT push the GR that hard. They either had to lower the gravity or shorten their training time.

It was no use telling the boys this; Vegeta didn't pay them any mind, but maybe Nappa could get the Prince to listen to him.

She turned her attention back to the circuitry and checked to see if she was missing anything else that could be damaged, but the rest of it looked okay. She made a mental note of the wires that needed to be replaced then replaced the door back on the panel. She stood from her crouching position on the floor and checked the control buttons; they all seemed fine as well. She walked around for a few minutes looking at the floor to see if there was any damage done there, but it only held dents like the walls. She stopped and just looked around.

She was stalling and she knew it.

She didn't want to go get breakfast. She didn't want to take the chance of running into Vegeta there, and he would surely be there. After being injured yesterday and having not eaten lunch or dinner, the Saiyan Prince would be famished.

Bulma didn't want to be this scared of him. She didn't want to be this scared of anything. Her entire life she had been strong, independent, and intimidating, not intimidated. She was Princess of her planet, one of the richest women in the universe, and definitely high up top the list of smartest. The only person all her life that had truly frightened her was Frieza, but she didn't have to deal with him often, so she was not often afraid. She was not used to this. She didn't have any real physical strength, but she used her power and wealth to get what she wanted. She was Bulma fucking Briefs, and she ALWAYS got was she wanted; weather it be things, places or people. If she set her sights on it, it becomes hers. This new feeling of fear was not welcome. She had to find a way to get over it and go back to the way she was before Frieza had summoned her.

Squaring her shoulders and holding her head up high, she walked out of the GR and down the hallway to the dining room where Ophelia would be serving breakfast.

Her resolve to be strong almost shattered when she walked through the doorway and the first, and only, person she saw sitting at the table was Vegeta. Arms and legs crossed, he stared straight ahead waiting for someone to serve him, he didn't even so much as glance her way, and for that she was grateful. She wasn't sure if she wouldn't go flying out of the room if he did. But her saving grace came just seconds after she walked into the room, in the form of ChiChi and Ophelia carrying large plates of food.

"Morning, Bulma. You sleep okay? You look kinda tired," Ophelia said as she set one of the plates down in front of Vegeta. He started on it right away, not bothering to wait for his fellow Saiyan's or the women.

"I'm, I'm fine Ophelia. How about you? Do you guys need any help?"

"Oh an extra pair of arms would be great right now," ChiChi said. "These Saiyan's eat enough to feed an army or two."

"That's cause we burn up a lot of energy using ki." Kakarrot said as he walked into the room with Nappa right behind him. He looked like he was going to head over to ChiChi, but he stopped him self in mid stride and looked at Vegeta from the corner of his eye. He walked to the table instead.

ChiChi looked mad, so Bulma pulled her by the arm out of the room. As they passed Nappa she stopped for a second.

"Hey, can I talk to you after breakfast?" He nodded his head at her. "Meet me in the GR, okay?" She walked out with ChiChi in tow. They didn't even fully make it into the kitchen before ChiChi started.

"What the hell was that about huh? Why did he stop like that? Does he not want the mighty Saiyan Prince knowing that we're dating? Crap, are we even dating? You can't call a few kisses dating. Do Saiyan's even date? Probably not, God only knows where they find the time to have babies in between the fighting and male testosterone flying about. They probably just conk the woman over the head with a club and drag them into their caves. 'This be my woman now, no touchy!' Or maybe-" Her rant came to a stand still when her blue haired friend had to lean on the wall to stop herself from falling from laughter.

"Oh my God ChiChi, do you know how much I love you? Oh my God, I can't breath." Bulma was sucking in great heaps of air to try and stop the next bout of laughter when Ophelia walked up behind them.

"What the hell is this?"

Bulma's laughter was heard across the castle.

"Sounds like they're having fun eh?" Kakarrot said, digging into the first plate of food. Nappa smirked, Vegeta grunted. "So since Raditz is outa commission for awhile, and you took all of my runs yesterday Nappa, I'll do all the runs today to make it up to you."

"Sounds good to me, brat. I need to get some training in anyway."

"The gravity chamber is mine today, Nappa," Vegeta growled. "I never finished my session yesterday and I missed last nights."

"Then you'll be training with me, Prince, I haven't had a go in there in almost two days."

"You dare tell me what to do, Nappa?" Kakarrot stopped shoveling food in his mouth long enough to look at the two.

He was in no mood to jump in between them and stop a fight. Despite the compromising position that Bulma had found them in this morning, Kakarrot had not had a good night. Thoughts of the woman pressed up against him plagued his mind, as well as thoughts of his injured brother and his increasingly unstable Prince.

They all knew that Vegeta was rough when it came to training; he was strict and didn't want to hear any excuses for not pushing yourself to the brink. But his actions with his brother had disturbed him. He had never beaten any of them to within an inch of their lives before. Each day Vegeta's attitude seemed to get worse and worse, and none of them knew how to pacify him.

That was the main reason he had turned away from ChiChi earlier. He liked her, really liked her, and he did not want to set his Prince's homicidal eyes on her. He didn't know whether or not Vegeta would have a problem with their relationship, but for now he was going to play it safe. He just hoped that ChiChi would forgive him later when he finally did get her alone.

"Of course not, Prince, I am simply stating the fact that I will be in the gravity chamber, so if you come to train we will be training together. Which might be a good idea anyway, training alone isn't as effective as training with someone."

"Then you better hurry your ass up and eat, Nappa, because we start after breakfast."

"You might want to wait a bit. Bulma has to inspect the machine to make sure it is still running properly." Nappa waited for the explosion that was sure to come at being told that he would have to wait longer to train, but at the mention of Bulma's name, Vegeta set his fork down and turned away from them. Kakarrot looked at Nappa, with confusion clearly written all over his face, but Nappa just shrugged his shoulders. He was not going to tell the brat that their prince had taken to abusing women; that would not go over well.

"Alright, second round, coming up!" Ophelia said as the three of them walked back into the dining room with more plates. As they sat the plates down on the table, Vegeta pushed his plate away and got up.

"Hey where are you going, Vegeta?" Kakarrot asked.

"I will take the first run, then the rest of them are yours today, Kakarrot." Then he was gone. No one but Nappa noticed Bulma's shoulders relax in relief.

Breakfast was over, and Bulma was on her knees in front of the circuit board, replacing the wires when Nappa walked in.

"Hey, Nappa," she said as she pulled the last burnt out wire out of the board. He nodded his head in acknowledgment.

"What do you want to talk to me about, little one?" She wiped her hands off on her jeans, still mindful of her right one, and showed him the wires.

"This is what I want to talk to you about. These wires are burnt out, and I believe it's from over usages. Nappa I only have a few of these as back up, and if you guys burn through them every month the GR will be useless in two months. I can't talk to Vegeta; we all know what happens every time I try, so I was hoping he'd listen to you. You guys have to cool it on the training. Either you have to shorten the time you spend in here or you have to lower the gravity level."

"Vegeta won't be happy about this," he said staring down at the wires in her hand. "The only reason he kept you three alive is because of this machine."

Swallowing the bile that just hit the back of her throat, she nodded. "I know, but I don't know what else to do. This machine wasn't supposed to be used until I docked with Frieza's ship, and he would have had all the supplies I'd need to upgrade or repair it. I don't have that here. I thought about taking apart the ship we crashed in, but it wasn't one Capsule Corpses. The components are completely different. I might be able to use the metal from the ship to replace any of the frame work if it becomes damaged, but the insides are not compatible."

"Can you replace these wires now?"

"I just did, but I can only replace them once more. I don't want you getting hurt, but you have to find a way to get this into his highn-asses head."

"I will, little one."

She was pissed, Kakarrot could feel it. Hell, he could almost see the little sparks in the air around her. The problem was he didn't know what to do about it. She was outside in front of the castle, basking in the sunlight that was so rare on this planet. Even when it was up half of the time thick clouds, changing the white planet into a world of gray blocked it. Kakarrot had never minded the snow before, but if he never had to see it again once they got off this ice ball, he wouldn't mind that either.

Deciding that he had hidden long enough, he stepped though the huge front door of the castle and descended the stairs that lead onto the perfect white grounds. The sun made the snow and ice around her shimmer, and the long sleeve sky blue dress she was wearing over her dark jeans seemed to have a light of its own. She looked beautiful, but entirely too cold to be standing out here. Those clothes were just too thin.

Oh how he wished Vegeta would just give in and tell them what happened on this planet. He would be able to keep her warm then.

"Hey, ChiChi," he said as he came up next to her. "You kinda look cold." Despite all the warning signs and red lights that were going off in his head, he wrapped his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. He was thankful he hadn't put on any armor yet so it wouldn't be so uncomfortable for her. Though that didn't seem to matter much, cause she was like a wooden plank by his side.

"Oh, so now you want to acknowledge me? Now that we're alone and no one will see?"

"ChiChi, please understand that it's not like that, I'm not ashamed of you or anything."

"Well you sure could have fooled me." Her voice broke a little the last word, and she tried to pull away from him, but he would have none of that. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her shaking form and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

"Please don't cry, ChiChi. I really didn't mean to upset you. I just... Vegeta's been acting weird lately, and I didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to us until he's in a better mood. I promise I'm not ashamed of us."

How badly she wanted to believe him. He was probably telling her the truth, but she had been through this before. Yes, she was a virgin, but that didn't mean she didn't have any experience with men. She had dated; she had even fallen in love once when she was in high school. He had been beautiful in her eyes, tall, dark and handsome; much like the man holding her now. The difference with him was that he had not been a fighter. At first he seemed okay with the fact that she was, over time though, he started to become distant. He would cancel dates, not walk with her to her classes, and not answer her calls. One day she decided to confront him, thinking that he was going behind her back with another woman, but she got the shock of her life when she over heard him talking to one of his friends.

"Dude, she's killing me. Did you see her in that match against Hikaru last week? She fucking kicked his ass and he was like six four, two fifty. I like her yeah, but I can't go out in public with her without people staring at me, and I know what they're thinking. 'Oh look it's miss ChiChi and his girlfriend'. I gotta figure out a way to dump her, man. I can't be with a girl that can kick my ass, it isn't right."

She had beaten him to it though. She left before they saw her there and the next day when she saw him again she told him it was over.

This did not upset him.

She threw herself into her studies then and her martial arts. Her father had never been more proud of her, and she had never been more heart broken. She loved to fight, but she didn't want it to take over her life.

With Kakarrot, things could be different. She could still fight and not worry about whether he approved or not because they both loved it, and she would never have to be worried about becoming stronger then him; it just wasn't possible. This could be perfect; or so she thought.

When he ignored her today it was like she was back in high school all over again, with a boy who didn't want to be seen with her. It hurt, but maybe this would be different? She wouldn't know until she tried right?

She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. They were so warm and bright; despite being so brown they were almost black. He was a sweet man and she could see it. Her mother used to say 'the eyes are the windows to the soul' and if that was true, his soul was as bright as a sunny meadow.

"You swear you're not ashamed of me?"

"On my life, ChiChi," he answered without hesitation. She nodded and pressed her face back into his chest. He smelt amazing, like an outdoor spring, but he was warm to, and she was very, very cold. "Come on, let's get you back inside before you turn into an ice block."

"Good idea, big guy."

Nappa stayed in the gravity room after Bulma left, saying she was going to check on Raditz. He was going to wait here for his Prince, and try to figure out how he could get into his head that they needed to, 'cool it on the training', as Bulma said. It was not going to be easy.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He felt Raditz in his tank. The brat was getting better, so he'd be out soon. He felt Kakarrot outside with the warrior woman, and he wondered how long they were going to hide. Bulma was walking towards her quarters; the green one was in the kitchen cleaning up still, and Vegeta was on his way back into the castle.

The moment of truth was approaching.

He waited only a few more moments before his Prince entered the room. He walked right over to the control panel.

"I hope you have gotten to four hundred times the Earths gravity, Nappa, otherwise you're going to be plastered to the floor."

"I have, Vegeta," he said as the room turned crimson. He felt the pressure pushing him down, but he did not give into it. Yes, he and Kakarrot had made four hundred, but only in the last few days. He was still having some trouble moving around under all that weight powered down, but he would not let Vegeta know that yet.

Vegeta wasted no time, and charged right at Nappa, aiming a punch to his face. He dodged it just in time and brought his own fist up to his stomach, but he had had more practice under this weight and moved faster then Nappa could. Vegeta phased out of sight and reappeared on Nappa's left aiming a kick to his ribs and sending him flying across the room.

"What's the matter, Nappa? I thought you had made it to four hundred already," the Prince said with a smirk. Nappa picked himself up, and decided that he was not going to play this time. He powered up, and watched as Vegeta's smirk slowly faded away as he did. He was not stronger then his Prince, but he was stronger then his Prince had anticipated.

"Did you think that Kakarrot and I played hide and go seek in here all day Vegeta? You're not the only one that has gotten stronger." His taunt worked, and Vegeta came charging at him again, but this time Nappa was ready, and he moved just as Vegeta's fist was inches away from his face, causing him to punch the wall and leave a dent. The indentation there reminded Nappa of what he was supposed to be doing in here. He ran at Vegeta and they disappeared into a fury of punches and kicks that could not be seen by the human eye.

About two hours into the fight, Vegeta cooled down a bit from his earlier anger, realizing that he was still the strongest in their pack. It had infuriated him to think that Nappa had come close to surpassing him, but as it turned out, Nappa's power level didn't go any higher then when he first powered up. He had come at him with everything he had, but Vegeta had still been holding back.

He'd kill for a real challenge. He wanted to fight Kakarrot right now. It enraged him at times, but the third classes power level almost rivaled his own. If there was ever a time they had to fight each other without holding back, Vegeta wasn't sure who would win. It enraged him and excited him all at the same time. He wanted a challenge, someone that could push him to the brink of his powers and fight him on the same level.

When the gravity chamber had first been completed and they decided to split the time between teams of two, Vegeta's first instinct was to pair up with Kakarrot. Neither of the other two was up to his standards, and that was the problem. Nappa was older and a trained fighter, there was nothing that Vegeta could teach him that he didn't already know. Kakarrot had the power, but not the control. Nappa could help him with that.

Raditz had neither. He was the weakest of their pack. He did not understand how his younger brother could be so powerful, and yet Raditz himself barely had the power level of a third class.

This would not do.

They were the last surviving Saiyan's, and unless he wanted to slowly slip into madness (though he wasn't sure if he already wasn't) he was stuck with them. They were his pack, and he absolutely refused to have a member of his pack be that weak. So he had taken on the challenge of training him. It had been going well at first. Raditz's power lever was steadily starting to rise, and his control of it was impressive.

But then that dream started. Every night the same thing, he would search for someone, then he would find his pack being slaughtered by that reptile bastard, and Raditz would always be dead when he got there.

Weakest, he was the weakest of their pack.

He would not allow that to happen.

Weak or not he was one of the last surviving Saiyan's in existence, and he would not let him be killed by that bastard so easily.

He pushed and he pushed him to the point of breaking, and he guessed he pushed a little too far yesterday. The one upside to it all was that since he had been so close to death, when he did emerge from the tank, he would be twice as strong then what he was before he went in.

But the Onna had been right. He couldn't afford to push his men like that when there was so little rejuvenation fluid on this planet. If they hadn't had the tanks, Raditz would be dead right now, and it would have been his fault.

He still had every intention to continue training Raditz when he healed, but for now he would use this opportunity to spar with Kakarrot.

Speaking of which.

"You can tell Kakarrot that I'm not going to behead him or the harpy for being together. I don't give a damn if they fuck each other or not."

"Are you sure about that Vegeta?" Nappa said, dodging another kick.

"Sure about what? Them fucking? Why the hell would I care?"

"Gee I don't know, you just seem to have taken a liking to abusing women lately, I figured you'd enjoy blasting the raven woman's head off." Vegeta stopped dead in mid air, his arm cocked back, ready to throw another punch when Nappa's words stopped him cold.

"What did you just say to me?" He spoke in a low, deadly voice. Nappa could almost see the anger rolling off of him in waves, but it mattered little to him. He had spent this entire time thinking of the best way to approach Vegeta about the gravity room and Bulma, and he decided that the best way to do it was head on. Vegeta was not one for sedulity.

"You heard me, Vegeta. I saw the marks on her neck this morning, and even if I didn't, do you really think I'd miss the fear rolling off her? Kakarrot may be blissfully unaware of the world, but I am not."

"What I do is none of your fucking business, Nappa."

"I'm afraid that girl IS my business. Your father was allies with hers, making her our ally. I know it's been awhile since Vegeta-si was destroyed, but I trust that you remember we don't attack our allies, and we do not abuse our women."

He expected the punch that Vegeta landed on his face, knocking him to the ground, what he didn't expect was the power behind it. He thought for sure that the Prince would have warn out a bit by now, seeing that he still had not fully recovered from his injuries yesterday, and that they had been going at it none stop for over two hours.

I guess he's gotten stronger then I thought.

"You had better watch who you're talking to, Nappa, or do you forget that I am your Prince? I could blast you away in a millisecond if I wanted too, so just keep that mouth of yours shut."

"See? THIS is what I'm talking about. What the hell as gotten into you lately? You've got that girl so scared she don't even want to talk to you about the fucking gravity room, and to be honest I don't blame her."

"What are you walking about now?" Nappa picked himself up off the floor and wiped the blood out from under his nose. He got into battle stance, just incase Vegeta decided he didn't like what he was about to hear.

"I'm talking about the fact that we are damaging the gravity room. From running it so high for so long the wires are starting to burn out. Bulma replaced them today, but she only has one more set of backups on her. She says that we either have to cut back our training time or lower the gravity, if we don't the room will be useless in two months time. Unless of course, we take her to the other side and see if she can find what see needs."

"That's not happening."

"For fucks sake, why? It's not like she doesn't fucking know what we do under Frieza's rule-"

"Enough, Nappa!" Vegeta walked over to the control panel and shut the machine down. "I said no. I will not take her there, and I am not going to cut down my training. If the little bitch can't figure out a way to make this thing continue running, then her and her friends are dead, understand? I will not have three useless harpies running around here for the next four years. Tell Kakarrot to have fun with his little whore while he can, because their days are numbered."

As Nappa watched him walk out the door, his mind screamed at him to come up with a solution to this predicament. All their problems would most likely be solved if he could just fly Bulma to the other side of the planet. He didn't understand why Vegeta refused. Yes they would have questions, but they did not have to answer them if he didn't want them too.

Fuckin stubborn monkey. If your father were alive today he'd kick your ass from here to Lumma-si.

Vegeta stormed out of the room, pissed off to hell and wanting to hurt something, bad.

How DARE Nappa speak to him that way! He had absolutely no right too. He had been too lenient towards him, and that was the problem. He saw him as a father figure, and in doing so he had been giving him the means to treat him as a son. No more. He was an elite warrior, not a royal, and he would stop treating him as such.

The problem was that fucking Onna. Everything had been fine until she and her gaggle of bitches crashed here. Nappa said he had known her since she was a child, and apparently he had formed a bond with her, making him act just as much of a father towards her as he did him. It pissed him the fuck off. He hadn't seen her in fifteen years, but now all of a sudden she shows up and he's in 'daddy's here' mode?

Vegeta stopped walking. His hand was on the door handle that lead outside into the cold atmosphere of this planet, when a thought struck him.

Was he jealous? Was he jealous of the fact that Nappa had the same connection with the Onna that he did with him?

Or is it because Nappa has a connection to the Onna that you don't?

"Fuck no!" he thought out loud. He couldn't give a shit about her and what connections she had with him. She could fuck Nappa for all he cared; it was none of his business.

He wrenched the door open and blasted off toward the other side of the planet.

Hours after the sun went down that day, he lay in a bloodily heap under a tree, covered in the beasts blood and thinking over Nappa words.

"See? THIS is what I'm talking about. What the hell as gotten into you lately? You've got that girl so scared she doesn't even want to talk to you about the fucking gravity room, and to be honest I don't blame her."

He didn't know why, he didn't even want to think about it, but those words had made something in his chest tighten. He had no problem with being feared. He had been feared most of his life. His name alone could strike terror in the hearts of men that were galaxies away.

But the idea of the Onna being afraid of him was uncomfortable. But he had made it this way, had he not? He had attacked her twice already, granted the first time he didn't remember, but he knew what he was doing when he had attacked her that morning.

He knew she was right. He knew he was pushing them too hard and that they did not have enough supplies to keep caring for them if they got injured. He knew she was right; he just didn't want to hear it.

God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

This knew aggression that was building inside of him had been welcomed at first. Let him be angry, let him be fierce; in the end it would only make him stronger. Now he didn't know what to do about it. He couldn't control it anymore, and that pissed him off, and worried him at the same time. He had never been out of control of his emotions before. He was a Prince; he was not allowed to lose control like that. But he had been, and he was afraid he was going to keep doing it until madness finally claimed him

Maybe the problem was that there weren't enough Saiyan's anymore. They were a pack species, all of them connected to one another someway or somehow. No pack of Saiyan's was smaller then fifteen or twenty, and sometimes packs got up to two hundred or more. He, being their Prince, had a connection to them all. His telepathic powers were far stronger then any other Saiyan's, except his fathers.

He could still remember the day that Vegeta-si had been destroyed. He felt them all, every single Saiyan as they burned in the explosion that eradicated his home. He heard their screams, felt their pain, and heard their pleas for mercy. It still haunted him to this day. No one should ever have to feel the pain of over a billion souls burning at the same time, even if it was only for a second.

Maybe this was part of the reason for his madness. Their screams haunted the dark corners of his nightmares. Their cries for vengeance stained his very soul. He vowed that day that they would have their revenge; that he would be the one to bring down the Ice-jin that had slaughtered his people like sheep. Ten years had passed and he still had not made good on his word.

He would not kill the Onna. He would not kill her companions.

Nappa was right, he needed to tell them the reason for them being deserted on this planet, and maybe she would be able to get the supplies she needs to keep that damn gravity chamber working.

The souls of his dead race had been crying for far too long; he will not make them wait longer because of his pride.

So? What do you think?

I hope this explains to you why Vegeta was going so hard on Raditz. He still has other issues that will revel themselves later, but for now this is one issue out of the way.

So now I'm wondering if I should revel the reason they are stuck on the planet and the secrets they've been keeping in the next chapter…. Or write some bullshit filler and keep you waiting for the one after it? XD

Why don't YOU tell me what you want in a REVIEW? You guys know I love them =D