Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Big problems in a small package ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Bulma printed out the rest of the results of the tests she ran on young Vegeta. According to the computer sheet read-out. Vegeta had, severe malnutrition, sleep degradation, two broken ribs, one crushed rib, tore muscles in the back and shoulders, fractured wrists, deep tissue bruising in back with deep scar tissue interal and exteral. His upper legs muscles were torn and showed edvence of pervious tears not too long ago. Like went it was healed, it happened again. Complete with a sprain ankle, and hairline cracked jaw.

Bulma whistled lowly looking at all this. And this was the physical stuff, with the illness topping it all. She was sure how he could even survive much less be fighting or even moving around with all this. All the injuries were estimated to be a month to two weeks old. This wasn’t recent but, that didn’t much too much sense. But, neither did turning into a child in the first place. Things were weird and that was the only thing the did make sense.

“You have been a child for last than a half a day but, these injuries are dated up to a month old. If only I knew how you change in the first place.”

“Do you always talk nonsense to yourself?” Bulma turned to the accented voice surprise to see Vegeta sitting on the edge of the table. He had one leg propped up on the table with one arm draped over it with his head on top of it. “Or is it only when princes from other planets are on the exam table?” Bulma’s mouth was open in shock. She figured he be out for a least three hours. It figured that Vegeta would prove her wrong. He liked to do that. “Please, close your mouth. It is unsanitary and this is medical ward room.”

Composing herself, she stood from the computer chair with the read-out of his injuries still in her hand. She looked into his eyes and like she already knew, there was no recognition in his eyes. Just boredom and high annoyance.

“Well, I see you are more than awake.”

“Yes, I am. Now go on and call your security so I can kill them and get it over with. I have wasted too much valuable time here.” Bulma could help but, notice that Vegeta voice was low and had such a thick accent. He always had one but, it was unbelievable thick. More than her ever heard before. It was so cute she just wanted to hug him and never let him go. Snapping out of her thoughts she turned full attention back to young Vegeta and not just his voice.

“What didn’t just you kill me when my back was turned?” She watched as Vegeta just rolled his eyes like that was the stupidest question she could ever ask.

“That is because you have no power to speak of and it would be a waste of my power and time. The blast that I will use to destroy this planet will take care of you and your weak kied kind. Now if you would alert them already. I do not feel like hunting them down right now.” Bulma walked closer seeing that Vegeta didn’t even blink as she did.

“What would you do if I told you that we don’t want to fight you?” Vegeta just smirked slightly finding this strangely amusing.

“I say that you were smart but, you do not have much choice in the matter. Even if I fail, which is very unlikely, one of the many others will come and so forth and so on until this planet is cleansed. So it does not matter what you want or what anyone wants. That is how it is. If I were you, I learn to deal with it while you can. Or get off this planet. Yet, that could be a temporary solution and the coward’s way out.”

“Has anyone ever told you that, you are highly depressing?” Vegeta just smirked.

“Yeah, actually. Frieza says that all the time. And to improve that he shackles me up against the wall and goes ten rounds with my back as an opponent. Do not know about you but, that is completely my idea of a good time.” The sarcasm was rolled off his tongue but, he wasn’t lying. That would explain the deep tissue bruising and the fractured wrists.

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In the living room the other sat and waited, wanting nothing more than to know the answers to the many questions at hand. The boys were eating all the snacks that Mrs. Briefs sat out seeing no one else was going to eat them. Piccolo seemingly meditating on the floor was not meditation at all. He was listening to Vegeta and Bulma in med room. He didn’t want to alert the others just yet. If anyone could reach Vegeta on any level, she could. Vegeta wouldn’t respond possibly to the threats or anything anyone here had to offer. Bulma reached him once before. So maybe. Just maybe. She could do it again. She just had a way with him.

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“Look. Are you going to call them or not?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Vegeta narrowed his eyes for a moment and opened them when a conclusion hit him.

“Your friends outside must keep you in the dark. Let me spell this out for you. I am the destroyer of worlds. Not my bodyguard which I am stronger than him anyways. And not the long haired, no brained, traveling companion. Me. On my own or their there for the ride only. If you still did not understand that then I will make it simpler for you. I am pure evil, not to be messed with or underestimated. You get it now?” Bulma was tore about what she just heard. He could not be evil no matter how much be believed it so. He smiled for a moment then his eyes went wide as his chest puffed out a bit like he couldn’t breathe well again. He began to shake the slightest bit and, his breathing hitched.

She reached up to just touch him on the shoulder. Vegeta didn’t move anything except his eyes which closed. Before she laid a hand on him, a dark aura was around him. It liked a lot like battle-aura the fighters were have around them when fighting or flying except in a black like flame around his small frame. She retracted her hand quickly taking a step back. Vegeta opened his eyes again looking calm on the surface but, under it she knew he was hitting the limit of his anger and maybe his sanity as well.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me.” He spoke lowly causing shivers down Bulma’s back for two reasons. One it was and wasn’t his voice that said it. And two it sound so sad and hurt. Something was terribly wrong here. Something he didn’t have before. Something truly terrifying.

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The others all stood feeling the dark presence in the med room right next to Bulma’s running fast down the narrow hallway they all stopped in the door way seeing the dark aura around Vegeta. Everyone saw him starting to shake as his brought his other leg up on the table. He hugged both his knees feeling it coming and he was too weak to stop it. He couldn’t even slow it down. It was too strong. It was just too strong. Vegeta not wanting to give up the fight but, he knew he couldn’t stop it this time. Not this time.

Everyone it the room and doorway were confused. As everyone thought, it couldn’t get any worst when Vegeta raised his head and started screaming at the top of his lungs. Piccolo held his ears falling to his knees gasping in pain as the glass of the windows and some of the machine shattered and cracked. The other covered there ears not believing Vegeta could produce such a sound. Suddenly Vegeta just stopped and fell backwards on the table. Everyone looked at him in pure shock with the same question on their mind. What was that all about? The dark aura didn’t disappear. In fact it got darker to the point they couldn’t see Vegeta in there anymore. Bulma finding her courage she walked up it the black aura and plunged her hand through without a second thought. Her hand felt like it was burning and freezing at the same time but, didn’t pull away. Pushing through she felt his hand grab hers hard almost to the point of pain.

The aura changed shape and stood tall on the table. The aura started to dissolve and showing Vegeta clearly again except around his face but, something was off. She could barely see Vegeta’s face through the darkness but, she knew something was wrong. He rose in the air taking her with him and turn towards the others. The darkness faded show Vegeta with his eyes closed but, on his forehand was a strange jewel that was back then red and white in the middle. It was just below his pointed peck.

He started to laugh but, it wasn’t his laugh. It was so deep. Deeper than even Vegeta’s older voice could even make. Eyes snapped open his eyes causing everyone his either jump and gasp at the sight. His eyes were no longer normal. The white on his eyes where the deep black that even outdid his hair. The black of the his eyes changed to a haunting and glowing red. But something the red was a darker slit that resembled those of a snake.

Piccolo looked on. What this what he sensed? The mental problem he known as and Vegeta referred to as IT? It was a spirt of some kind or a demon. He couldn’t tell.

“Well, it looks like I have company. I’m being such a rude host.”

“Who the hell are you!?” Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs. He lifted his hand that her hand was still in. He turned his head to the side looking at her which nearly made her heart stop

“So sorry. I forget you were still here.” With that he tossed her to the ground. Goku moved and caught her with ease. Looking up he forced himself to look him straight in the eyes.

“She asked you a question!” Vegeta’s body floated down standing on the table in front of them. Keeping his eyes on them, he walked to the end of the table.

“I’m not deaf now. I just don’t care about what you have to say.” Yamcha her the way to was talking. It didn’t fit with what he said and how he said it earlier. “But, to answer your question I am Ouhfdvkltar. It means the nameless one in saiyanjin language.”

“What are you and why are you inside Vegeta?”

“My, my, my. Full of questions. Aren’t you?” Vegeta swiped his hand out of front of him and an invisible force knocked them to the ground.

Goku got up and charged him and Ouhfdvkltar held out his hand stopping Goku in mid air. Goku struggled to move as he laughed patting Goku on the head.

“How entertaining. Dinner and a show.” Vegeta jerked his hand sending Goku into the wall. Goku slid out of the indent and into the floor below. Goku opening his eyes seeing the one that called himself Ouhfdvkltar in Vegeta’s body looking at other while licking his lips hungrily.

“Kaosi!” The Supreme ki stepped in front of the other staying silent on more. “I banished you to the nether realm! Why are you here?” His eyes flashed in recognition as one a few knew his true name.

“Well, if it isn’t my old friend. All big and bad in charge are we now? I was wondering how you were taking the other being destroyed and eating by the big pink blob how name I forget. Blea or something?”

“Buu. Majin Buu was the creature’s name. He’s gone on. Destroyed.”

“But not by you. Not be a long shot.”

“Answer the question!”

“Make me! You have no power over me.” Clenching his hand and throw it straight up sending the Supreme Ki up to the ceiling.

“Sir!” Vegeta looked over at the red skinned one.

“Hello Kothnse.”

“That’s Ko . . .”

“Don’t care!” Vegeta said cutting him off and sent him to the ceiling too. They both struggled but could detach themselves from the ceiling. His black and red eyes were watching them, laughing. “You were too weak to fight me years ago and I have grown stronger with Vegeta own strength and power. Such as telepathy, telekinesis and the famous ki power you value so much.” Hands started to shake as long claws started growing on Vegeta’s hands as the demon was slowly and fully taking over. “Do you really think you can face me now? By yourself without your back-up to ambush me this time? You don’t have a chance.”

“Tell me do you remember Vegeta being older?” He narrowed his eyes at Goku.

“What are you babbling about?” Seeing the honesty in Goku’s eyes his snapped his fingers.

Goku opened his eyes seeing he was a half of foot away him the possessed Vegeta. Goku tried to struggle but, couldn’t Vegeta’s body put both his hands to Goku’s head. Goku gasped as memories flashed before his eyes. Vegeta let go making Goku and the two on the ceiling, fall to the floor. Vegeta’s body was breathing hard holding his head.

“Well now.” The demon inside Vegeta closed his eyes breathing through the mouth trying to calm down. “Being older and than suddenly a child. How strange. I didn’t remember anything about that. And I bet neither does Vegeta himself remember that.” Opening his demon like eyes again watched as Goku tensed as him looked at him. “The older Vegeta in your mind had no evidence of me in there at all. He couldn’t have fought me off that good.”

“Sorry, I can’t answer any questions. Vegeta is to himself a lot.”

“Doesn’t matter. I will make up for time lost then.” Bulma stood up scared and angry.

“How did you get to be inside him?” He turned his side and smile showing his new sharp teeth the looked like a steel trap more than a set of teeth. “Why not show you before you die. It is rather enteraining.” He touched his head and a blue light showed on her and everyone’s forehead. Images began to show.

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Vegeta flipped Radditz over and landed on his chest with the sword to his throat. With a battle cry to thrust the sword down missing Radditz’s neck by millimeters.

“You lose.” Radditz smiled weakly and nodded his head. A clap from the teacher of the sword and daggers come from across the room.

“Very good Vegeta. I taught you all I can teach you.” Vegeta just nodded and the teacher walked out of the training room.

“That the fifth teacher this week Vegeta. You’re the greatest.”

“Quit sucking up, Radditz!” Vegeta stepped off his chest grabbing a towel off the rack by the wall as Radditz rolled over to stand up and start laughing deep as he took no offence to his harsh sounding words. “But, your right. I am the greatest.” Radditz turned to him.

“But really Vegeta. What teacher will be next? Sword training and dagger throwing? What’s next? Dragon walking lessons?” Vegeta stopped himself from laughing.

“Don’t get charred room 101?” Radditz busted up laughed falling on the floor right on his back again. “You might as well have stayed on you back.” Vegeta said quickly to himself.

“Wait! Wait! I got one! How about playing with fire on a choker chain class.” Vegeta turned away laughing no longer being able to stop himself this time. Calming himself to turned back to Radditz.

“Who knows? Technical training enough to write three books on every subject, and plain to special techniques with fighting. To this fight with swords and dagger throwing.” Vegeta twirled his sword and threw it up into the air. Vegeta slip on the sword sheath and lean a bit the right as the sword come down and slipped right into the opening perfectly. Radditz clapped as Vegeta took his bow and slipped off the sheath. He tossed it to Radditz who threw his and Vegeta’s by the wall.

Vegeta began stretching out a bit. “I mean last month it was opening the part of the mind that can move objects by thinking about it and talking to others in the mind like any species can do. I have all that under my belt and I do not know what is next. I going to become the universe’s most well rounded prince.”

“You mean you aren’t already mister I-can-speck-one hundred and forty-nine languages.” Vegeta flip on his hands doing vertical one finger push-ups.

“Is that including the dead serimion language and our ancient one?”

“Mister I-can-speck-one hundred and fifty-one languages.” Vegeta laughed as he flipped to his feet looking at him.

“Yeah. I know. Well, anyway I by report this to father so we can find out exactly what is next.” Turning away he thought of something else. “Oh and Radditz.” Radditz looked back at him questionably. “Do make sure you see the good teacher off. And make sure that ‘something’ happens on his way there but make sure to tell him bye for me.” Radditz smiled and ran out the door. Vegeta smirked. He knew Radditz understood that he didn’t want him killed but, not unharmed either. “Teach him to throw a knife at my head first thing in the morning.” Vegeta sighed as he went to his royal garb. He put on his cape and picked up his prince’s crown. Looking over at the mirror and took the headband like crown and positioned it perfect under his bangs that slightly feathered out making it visible from under them. “I really hate this thing.” He just sighed and looked down at the pendent. Grabbing it he slipped it over his head and let it drop on his chest.

Satisfied he walked out of the training room down the hall to the throne room. As he walked, he noticed like always the people bowing, kneeling, or even plain flat on the floor depending on ranking. It was nice for the first few years but, now it was a little annoying. He didn’t care if they did it or not as long as I knew who was in charge. Walking the almost insane distance to the throne room, he finally reached it. Opening the massive doors effortlessly without knocking he didn’t notice the lizard man and the long, green haired man next to him until he was halfway in the room. He was tempted to walk back out but, the lizard saw him before he could make his body turn around.

“Oh young princy. I though you were having a . . . sword fighting lesson? Yes?” Vegeta swallowed his disgusted and turned to his father.

“Forgive the intrusion but, I am here to report the new teacher is going back to his home planet on bases of ‘nothing left to teach’ he’s words not mine.”

“Very well. I will find another teacher in some field. You haven’t master yet. You have the rest of the day off. Use it well.” Young Vegeta turned hoping the lizard would say anything to him.

“One moment young prince.” He had no such luck.

Wincing at his voice Vegeta turned with a neutral expression. and bowed in respect he really didn’t have for the lizard.

“Something you wish of me?” Frieza walked over and grabbed his face, Vegeta restrained himself from moving the best he could.

“You have such a pretty son, King Vegeta. I like looking at pretty things. That why I keep Dodoria around. He incompetent but, I like his shade of pink.” Vegeta was sure on what to do so he nothing. Frieza patted his head. “That’s right you never seen him. Maybe I take you up on my ship and show him to you and all the other wonders I see everyday.” Vegeta just bowed.

“Sounds very nice. If I may be excused.” Vegeta turned and started back out.

“Such a nice Saiyan.” Frieza formed a small ki blast and thrown it over his shoulder. Vegeta turned and smacked it away on reflex alone. “Very good. Most wouldn’t notice that at all. You are skilled.” Vegeta confused but, didn’t show it, looked back at Frieza.

“I glad you find me satisfactory . . . Lord Frieza.” The last two words didn’t flow as well as the others. Noticing this he quickly cough hard turning away a bit. “If you will excuse me. I think I been working too hard lately. Perhaps I need to rest a bit.” Frieza smiled a sickening smile that make Vegeta stomach churn.

“Of coarse.” Vegeta turned again and started walking out again. Frieza watched him narrowed his eyes fazed out of sight and right in front of Vegeta. A purple blast formed in his hand and blasted Vegeta straight in the head sending him back into the wall by the throne. “Rest well. Prince.” Frieza laughed as he and Zarbon walked out the door going back to his ship.

King Vegeta nearly in shock jumped out of his throne checking on his son. Turning his face over to see the damage. He felt bile rise in his throat. Nearly half of his face was gone and his skull of caved in covered in blood. Picking him up and ran to the infirmary yelling orders all the way there. The med team were scramming to get things ready.

“Hurry! Now!” King Vegeta bellowed worried about his own flesh and blood. The med tech looked at the damage with dread in there eyes.

“Sir. Your are not sterile. Please for his safety wait outside, your lordship.” Too upset about what happened earlier to blast the tech away he walked outside letting them work.

King Vegeta looked at the door of the millionth time as Radditz and Radditz waited by him. What seemed like days one of the Techs came out. King Vegeta was on his feet.

“Well? WELL?!” The tech swallowed with down cast eyes. That was all he needed for an answer. Pushing the tech out of the way he ran in seeing his son covered in blood. He leaned on the table heavily fighting tears.

“Nappa. Radditz. Take the men and collect the Ouhfdvkltar pieces.”

“Sir. That is forbidden by your own father’s law.”

“I DON’T CARE! DO IT! NOW! I want them in a hour or it will be your all heads! Now go!” Both ran off and out the door leaving King Vegeta there over the body of his dead son.

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The images stopped as Vegeta lowed his hand. Everyone was in shock as the images felt so real and what happened.

“You see I was in a statue the was scattered into nine pieces. I make that deal to get my out of that statue once and for all. Whoever put together the pieces got a wish. But, at a price. My price which wasn’t known to the wisher. But, I was too weak to do it at first and I need souls and life energy to strengthen my power. When the wish was fulfilled I took the energy and life of the one closest to them or from them themselves. Finally I was strong enough to get out but, I needed someone to find of put my statue together. But, the earlier Vegeta made it a law never to use me again. I waited for decades until someone would. Then finally the day came. ” Vegeta again made the blue light and images appear again.

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The statue was finally put together except the final piece. Nappa handed it to the King who swiped it out of his hand. Looking at the headpiece of the statue. He noticed the evil eyes of it and prepared himself for the terrifying face. He looked over at the empty shell of his son. Waiting no longer he slammed the head on the statue.

 A glow covered the whole thing as a dark mist come of the statue forming in a figure right above it. Back arms with long black claws formed followed by legs with deadly spikes coming out of every pore. Dark bat like wings sprouted from his back. His face formed uglier than the craving of it looked like. The legends were true. He had fangs that dripped acid. He sew as the ground was being eaten away where the droplets from his fangs fell. King Vegeta steeled himself to look into it’s demon eyes.

“Who calls me?”

“I know you have a high price demon. But, I do not care.”

“I see. Then you know I can take your life as my price.” King Vegeta breathed deeply.

“You can take it if you can grant my wish.”

“What is your wish?” King turned pointing to his son lifeless on the ground.

“My son was attacked by Frieza and killed. Bring him back and you can have anything you want.” The creature narrowed it’s demon eyes.

“Bring back from the dead is tricky. My price will be great. Bring him to me!”

King Vegeta waved Nappa forward. Nappa picked up Vegeta’s body and laid him by the demon just out of the acid drip area. Nappa looked up seeing the creature face inches form him. Nappa screamed and scrabbled back as the creature just laughed. No one was ashamed of Nappa behavior. Many wanted to turn tail in all and ran for their lives. His laughter stopped look at that the child who had barely half a face.

“First the damage must be healed.” Raising his arms, darkness covered the skull that started to mend and the skin formed over it. The side of Vegeta’s face started to heal and smooth out looking like his old self before the incident. “Then the body must revive and feel.” He waves his hand as the body regained it color and breath was being taken. He opened his eyes and there was nothing behind his eyes. He had no soul. “Now for his spirt and soul return form which it came.” Vegeta started to convulse as an aura formed around him. A blue stream come from the ground under they feet. A see-through version of himself. He absorbed back into his body. Vegeta body stopped shaking and fell to the side. “It is done all the same.” King Vegeta picked up his son feeling him breathe in his arms. Not caring about appearances, he clutched his son to him so glad he was alive. “Now.” The creature said catching King Vegeta’s attention. “For my price.”

King Vegeta handed Vegeta to Nappa and turned back to the creature. Raising his hands to his side ready to surrender his life.

“What are you doing?” King Vegeta looked back at him confused.

“You said your price was my life.”

“No I said the price could be your life. I decided on something better.” A bright light surrounded him and in a blinding flash he was gone.

The creature was no where to be seen. Everyone and everything looked the same which confused everyone more than before.

“So what was it’s price?”

“I do not know.” Remembering what he said about taking the lives of those closes he turned. “Bardock how is he?” Bardock went over and checked his vital signs. Smirking for a second to turned to the king.

“He’s alright. No damage that I can even be see.”

“Good, let’s go.” Taking Vegeta out of Nappa’s arms and took to the air with the other following in toe. Vegeta eyes opened showing the back and red of the demon eyes in his before slowly closed them having no strength to keep them open.

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The images stopped as Vegeta lowered his hand again, smiling that the other were silent. Touching the jewel on his forehand.

“And that was how I came into this body.” He gaze was straight on the Supreme Ki “The statue you stuck me in made it way to planet Plant before the Saiyans came and took it over and called it planet Vegeta. When I looked down at this body. I felt the child’s strength and I knew this was the body I was waiting for but, I didn’t realized the strength in the child’s mind and I couldn’t completely take over. Even now I can still feel him stirring inside weak but, growing. Maybe he’ll actually fight me off someday.” The Supreme Ki got off the floor looking at him.

“I should have broken your statue into a million pieces.”

“Well, too bad for you. Not even the Supreme Ki can turn back time. You were overconfident. Now the time has come to do what I should have done all those years ago.” The Supreme Ki tensed and tried to attack but, even he wasn’t immune to the creature’s eyes. Frozen in fear he stood in front of the possessed form of Vegeta. His clawed hand raised was black mist in the palm.

Bulma’s body moved seemingly moving on it own accord, went right in front of Vegeta’s hand stopping his attack. She didn’t have a clue what she did do that but, she couldn’t move from that spot. The creatures eyes lightened as strange feelings come over him. He shake his head trying to clear them of those emotions. He hand was shaking his the body seemed to have other ideas than to attack.

“Whatever your doing witch! Stop it now and I will let you live past today.” Black power crackled at his finger tips.

“I have no power. It’s Vegeta inside you that fighting you.” Eyes narrowed as the body still refused to attack.

“I know everything that Vegeta knows. He doesn’t know you! He has never met you. He has killed millions like you. Why would he even care about a weakling such as you?”

“I couldn’t say. Perhaps something in the back of his mind he does know me. Are maybe it’s his curiosity stopping him.” Bulma again without her consent walked closer while the others couldn’t make they bodies respond to them. Ouhfdvkltar stepped back not sure why that weak human could affect his host body so much. From Goku’s mind he saw that she was in many images that the older Vegeta was in. His eyes widened as he realized why this body couldn’t bring himself to blast her. The Saiyan body even without the orginal host’s mind or mermoies, could never harm her on perpose for one reason and one alone.

“Your Vegeta’s . . .” Bulma grabbed him before he could get away. His body stopped struggling, no matter how hard he tried to attack. The pain in his head become intense as a red light circled around the jewel in his forehead. The jewel shattered as Vegeta screamed again this time but, it was softer.

Vegeta collapsed to his knee landing partly on Bulma’s shoulder hardly awake. His normal black and white eyes opened slightly looking over at Bulma.

“How the heil did you do that?” He whispered so slowly she could barely hear it. His body when limp and the dark presence was gone back under raps. The spell was broken on everyone. Seeing that they could move, they stepped closer to Bulma who set Vegeta down of the table again. Vegeta’s hands were already back to there normal state and the dark ki was gone. Yamcha ranked his hand through his hair.

“Okay is it me or is this kid form of Vegeta really messed up?”

X)(X

It was three hours after the demon inside Vegeta came out to play. The Supreme Ki said he was going to remove him and banish him somewhere no one would ever find him. Everyone was sitting in the living room again with Bulma and her parents joining this time.

“So Vegeta had that thing inside him to whole time? That would explain the tempter management problem.” Bulma looked at Yamcha for a moment before turning back to others

“Vegeta often meditated, I think maybe he was keeping barriers around that ou-vn-l-tar or what his name is.”

“Man, I tell ya. I take Vegeta’s angered tantrum over than black-red eyed demon spirit thing any day.” Krillen laughed thinking that comment would lighten the mood. He was sadly mistaken as gone only stares of annoyance.

The Supreme Ki walked back to the living area with a glass test tube with the top sealed tight. The tube was black and it looked like it was moving inside. Goten ran up to see the tube close up.

Goten touched the tube and started poking it. Leaning his face close the red of it eyes showed through the darkness. Goten jump back with a yell and ran behind Trunks.

“It scared me.”

“Your shadow scares you.”

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“Boys!” Both Chi-Chi and Bulma yelled, highly annoyed, making them shut up and run behind the barely floating Piccolo.

“Sorry!” Both the boys yelled still behind Piccolo.

The Supreme Ki handed it to his red skinned assistant and he walked out the outside flying out. He turned to Goku and closed his eyes. Goku felt something or maybe it was his stomach, he couldn’t be sure. Suddenly feeling heavy and reached out, remember one other time his felt like that. The halo was gone.

“Huh? Hey! I’m alive again!” Everyone looked at his head seeing no halo and back at the Supreme Ki. He smiled.

“I needed to repay Vegeta was destroying Majin Buu. I believe removing the demon counts and Goku for helping take care of some of Bodabid’s minions. So I brought you back to life with no set time limit. Now if you let excuse me, I must see to the demon. being deposed of permanently this time.” With that the Supreme Ki went to same way his assistant did. Chi-Chi getting over her shock that her husband was here to stay to get up angry.

“What? Wait a minute! My son went too! Shouldn’t he get something?! Like a full scholar ship to the best collage or some money so I don’t have to raise my boys on the streets! That’s not fair!

You get back here!” Everyone just sighed including Trunks and Goten.

Bulma slipped away from the group and went back to the med room where Vegeta, now demon free was still sleeping. Going over to the read-out of Vegeta’s physical problems and walked back to Vegeta’s dead sleep self. She picked him out and carried him out of the room. Reaching the living room, she went past it to the stairs where she was stopped.

“Whoa! Bulma where are you taking him?” Bulma turned to Yamcha.

“Where does it look like? Upstairs. He needs rest and can sleep better in a bed than an exam table.” Yamcha eyes travled down to the scars on Vegeta’s back for a moment in shock before walking up to her with a stern look.

“Look Bulmy. He’s dangerous. He tried to kill us.”

“What he thought he needed to do. After all. You did go after him.” Bulma shoved a piece of paper into Yamcha’s chest and walk off up stairs. Yamcha mad pulled to paper away looking at it.

“What? Was is all this?”

“Vegeta pyhical problems. And it was before the fight with you guys.” She voice was at the top of the stairs. Looking at it again his eyes went soft.

“Damn. I couldn’t be able to move with this.” Chi-Chi snatched it out of his hands.

“Watch your language in front of the children.” Sat on the couch with everyone including Piccolo reading over her shoulder. Everyone looked at everyone one else.

“Damn.”

X)(X

Bulma reached the unused room and pushed door the door with her hip. Going over to the bed she balanced Vegeta in one arm and pulled the covers down. Placing him on the bed she pulled the covers over his body to his shoulders. Lifting his head, she fluffed the pillows and laid him down gently. She sat down on the bed she just looked at him. Finally he was back but, not in his correct form. When he wakes up he’ll be either too tried to fight much less many thing else or the heil will break loose.

The door come open with Dende in the doorway. He walked over to the foot of the bed.

“What wrong, mister guardian of the earth?”

“I saw the list and thought I could help. But, what I don’t understand is why when I healed him the first time. Why it didn’t heal those injuries?” Bulma looked down at vegeta and back at Dende.

“I think it was that . . . he didn’t have those injuries then.”

“But you said . . .”

“I know.” Bulma said cutting him off. “I think Vegeta’s body was going to in shock and to stop that he had to believe he was that age. So the memories were erased and these injuries and illness must have been inflicted on him when he was this age originally. So to perfectly create the illusion he body remade the injuries. Or at least in theory. But, it’s the only thing this would make sense. The read-out said they weren’t recent.”

“I see. It’s possible I guess. You have all seen weirder things here.” Dende walked out to the other side and pulled the covers down. With Vegeta not moving around he could see the damage done to his ribs and how they were poking out of the skin. Dende ignored the slightly sickening sight and started to heal the damage.

Dende stopped panting a bit and sat down in the chair by the desk. Bulma smiled that Dende worked so hard to heal him. She moved her hand over his jaw looking at his face for any sign of pain. There was nothing. The jaw was healed. Moving down over the ribs she pressed down and there was nothing wrong. She picked up his hands rubbing the wrists and saw no reaction too other of them. Placing them down and moved his sprained ankle rubbing it and like the other nothing. She walked down up to his head and lifted it pressing hard down his back. The scars were gone and deep bruising didn’t seem to be there as Vegeta made no noise of discomfort. Bulma set him back down.

“You do good work Dende.” He smiled catching his breath.

“He gave me a workout today. The others were in nasty shape. Tein only had his arm broken and scattered in seventeen places and the tendons were torn. Tien said he was done by one move.” Bulma gave a grim smile as he got up and out to the door.

Bulma covered Vegeta back up and pulled the other chair over to the side of the bed. She wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up. She turned back the sleeping prince and bent down lightly kissed him of the forehead. “Good night sweet prince.” With that she sat down in the chair and quickly nodded off.

Vegeta eyes snapped opening and he sat up with no pain to his surprise. Confused he moved his wrist and twisted around. Nothing. No blinding pain to make anyone else scream blood murder. No, nothing. Using his hands he laid them down on his ribs he was sure to feel pain. Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes and pressed hard. Snapping them open and pressed down again. Nothing. His back wasn’t killing him either. As is testing the other areas, he moving his hand back there to felt his back was smooth again. No scars and heated skin of the pain it conciled. He couldn’t believe this. He was happy about not having to feel the pain but, it wasn’t right. He body didn’t heal that fast. He turned his head as he saw a slash of blue. It was the woman again. What was with her?

“Why is she here?” She whispered to himself. What a weird planet. He tries to kill them, they heal his injuries, and only has one guard that had no power. Shaking his head to attempting to get up of the bed and dizziness come over him. His body seemingly had enough for one day. It was time to sleep and sort of all out later. Trying to shaking to away his body loss all strength and fell back on the pillows. Vegeta tried to get up again but, his body wouldn’t have it. For a moment he thought it was poison or sone thing of drug in his system. But, he mind knew better. The illness had delted his emegry well he was fighting the others.

He closed his eyes deciding he needed to rest. He was very tried and the mind as well as body. He was asleep again within seconds.

X)(X
An hour pasted since Bulma had taken the small, broken form of Vegeta upstairs and Dende healed the damage. Dende had gone back to the outlook but, said if they needed him for anything to come get him. No one else had gone upstairs since Dende had come down but, they were all wanting too so badly. None as badly as Yamcha.   "She has been up there for an hour." Yamcha said pacing by the stairs. "What if he . . .." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes and sighed at his behavior.   "Calm down. Vegeta is in no condition to be awake much less hurt anyone."   "You don't know! That guy does the unbelievable like all the time! Went he was on the ground dead to the world and Goku picked him up. He suddenly awaked almost choking the life out of him." Chi-Chi turned to Goku put his hand of his throat nodded in agreement. “But, before that." Chi-Chi turned back just knowing he was going to go on a tirade. "He was fighting with a high fever, lungs full of fluid and a heart rate high then a flag on a flag pole. His power is weaker . . . than most of us and he was still kicking are butts of all the park grounds. He smashed in Gohan's face with a well-placed kick, almost cut my head off with this threat ki band that is still around my neck, whipped Eighteen around like she was a no kied kid, according to the others Goku was nearly killed by suffocation if Tein didn't interfere, broken Tien’s arm in seventeen pieces in two seconds, broke Krillen’s knee by forcing it the bend the wrong way, and who knows what else when we weren't around! Vegeta isn't harmless." Everybody just looked at him.   "Nobody said he was." Turning around seeing Bulma walking down the stairs. Yamcha hardly waiting for her to get off the stairs before he hugged her slightly swing her around towards the room. He more was like swing her away from the stairs.   Bulma smacked Yamcha's hands off her waist and walked past him to the kitchen. She went to the fridge and pulled out some stuff and put it on the table   "Is the tiny, terror titan awake yet?" Eighteen asked seeing she was pulling out everything out of the fridge. Bulma turned and shook her head no.   "No but when he is. I want him to get some weight put back on him. If that Frezia was still alive I kill him myself for what, he did to him. It takes time for that kind of neglect and abuse to happen. He had no right to do that to him or anything else he may have done. It's just criminal!" Bulma was ranting so nobody said anything. "I said I always wanted to know more about him and he's past." She stopped in the middle of the room just looking at the fridge but, not really looking at it. "Now I know why he didn't talk about. I wouldn't want people to know about that if possible. "She closed the door of the refrigerator and looked at everything she pulled out. I was going to make lots of different things but, she wasn't sure where to start. Chi-Chi could feel the tension coming from her and got off the couch and stepped into the kitchen.   "Why didn't you sit down and I'll take care of it. I'm use to this." Bulma nodded and went into the living room and started going back upstairs. Yamcha called after her.   "Hey now Bulma. You should be up there alone. Vegeta more than likely kill you if wakes up."   "No more than he would kill you. Beside earlier my back was to him when he woke up the first time in the med room. When I asked him why he didn't blast me. He said I was a waste of energy having no ki." Yamcha just looked at her like she was crazy. Bulma just smiled. "He won't blast me because he sees me as no threat to him. He was a little comfortable and slightly civil even. It was just like when we start first met really." She started up getting halfway when she turned back to him. "Your more than welcome to leave if your uncomfortable, Yamcha. I can handle this from here." She turned at walked the rest of the way upstairs leaving a studded group in her living room.   Eighteen snapped out of it as a scream of her daughter from the other room was heard. She was exhausted from the excitement and was sleeping but, not a the moment now. Looking a Krillen she smacked him in the back of the head. He took that as a sign to go tend to his daughter. Eighteen looked over by Piccolo where the boys decided to stay to be out of the wrath of their mothers but, they weren't there anymore. She didn't see hide or hair of them now nor did she see them leave. Snapping her head towards the stairs as another scream rang out. It wasn't Bulma thought. It sounded like a child and, she just know it wasn't Vegeta.   "I know that Vegeta would do something." Yamcha ran upstairs. Eighteen noticed the screams didn't continue and both Trunks and Goten's ki were found easily. She smiled knowing everything was okay. More than likely Vegeta somehow scared one of them.   Ten minutes later as Goten was holding is wrist with everyone except Vegeta and Bulma come down again. Yamcha was shaking his head. Chi-Chi ran to Goten hugging him for dear life.   "My baby, my baby, my baby. What happened?" Goten fighting tears swallow once before trying to talk.   "I was just looking at Vegeta up there with Trunks. And Trunks dared me to touch him. So I did and he started to crush my wrist."   "He woke up?" Chi-Chi screamed. Piccolo grimaced looking up at her on his position of the floor. Great all we need. More screaming. Next Chi-Chi will break the widows in here then Bulma will scream at her. My ears will never stop ringing.   "No. Not really. His eyes opened but, like there was nobody home. As soon as mister Yamcha got his hand off me. His eyes were closed again. Bulma said it was a reflex action and wasn't aware of what he was doing. Or something like that." Chi-Chi nodded he hugged him closer.   "Goku." She said looking over her shoulder seeing she got her attention. "Take him up to Dende please." He nodded taking Goten from her and putting two fingers to his forehand. He disappeared with Goten in hand. "Boys will be boys."   "Your buying that." Yamcha said looking at her incredibly. She was the only one partly on her side and not to was on the other side.   "Look Yamcha. Vegeta was raise in a world that if you looked at anyone funny you get beaten down unless you did the beating first. Vegeta self-preservation skills are over high even at this age. Vegeta's body felt something and his body reacted to it. Vegeta could probably kill in his sleep and won't know it until he woke up and saw the body on the floor." She looked a Yamcha's face and sighed. "I'm not defending him. I don't really like him but, he's a child. He wasn't born to be like that. He was raised to be like that. If we can undone some damage maybe Vegeta will be a better person because of it." Yamcha just growled and plopped on the couch angry that no body took this seriously. He believed that Vegeta should be confined not comforted.   Bulma sat back down in that chair no noticing the empty bed until she sat all the way down. Alarmed she was about to jump up when a hand planted itself over her mouth. A bit scared she didn't move until a small but powerful hand on her shoulder pushed her down in the chair again. (One move. And I will break your neck before you could use a resemblance of a sound. Do we understand each other?) Bulma heard the voice in her head. It was young Vegeta she know but, wasn't aware he could talk telepathically. Lots of things were different about him.   Not sure if he could hear her in his head so she nodded lightly. The hand was removed but, before she could move Vegeta flipped over the chair landing on the areas beside her legs. Both of his hands were beside her head very close to touching. His whole body was almost touching but, no wasn't touching her in any way, shape, or form. His face was inches from hers that she only could really see was the black, hard bitting eyes. They were paralyzing in intensity. It was too much for even her. (Now then. Do tell me who you are.) She opened her mouth but, Vegeta clamped his hand over it again looking at her sternly. (What did I just say?) How am I to answer if he wouldn't tell me talk? Vegeta just smirked at her confused. She was unaware he opened a channel between them that he controlled. But weird that to was easy to make even for him. He was expecting some resistance in there. (That way works just fine.) Her eyes widen.   (You can hear me?)   (Does the earth word duh mean anything to you?) Bulma narrowed her eyes not liking that remark one bit. Vegeta wasn't impressed in the least. (Answer! Now!)   (Okay, sorry. My name is Bulma Briefs.) Bulma decided to be as passive and emotionless as he was since it only seemed to annoy him more.   (Nice to meet you, young lady. Now tell me what called this planet is called, if you would.)   (And if I don't?)   (Then I transport us somewhere quiet where I will start breaking bones until you do tell me between screams of pain. Sooner or later you will tell me.) Bulma noticed how casual that sounded. He wasn't mad, upset, happy or anything. Just neutral. (But, I am trying to be nice here since you do get rid of the pain in the body and fluid setting in my lungs. It is the least I can do. Which brings us to the next question for you to answer. Why?) Bulma swallowed hard trying to calm down.   (The planet is called Earth and you were in trouble. Your heart rate was through the roof and I knew your body wouldn't last too much longer.)   (You . . . what is the word. Cared? If I lived or perished on that table?)   (Of coarse I did. What kind of person would I be if I didn't?)   (Normal.)   (Not everybody is like that, Vegeta. All we want is for you to remember.)   (My memory is perfect. I have forgotten nothing.)   (Except past the year of ten.)   (Ten! I am three hundered magtic clicks! I would be even out of the tank at ten!)   (Magtic clicks? I talking years.)   (I see. Your human passage of time. Fine I will play it your way. In your human years I am . . . Nine . . . Almost.) Bulma eyes widen. She know he was young but, that young. She didn't have a clue.   (Your only eight?)   (Got a problem with me being so young, human female?)   (No. I have no problem with your age.) Vegeta narrowed his eyes seeing something hiding behind her eyes.   (Your lying. You do have some kind of problem with it.)   (Something you won't or don't want to understand.) Vegeta leaned back with a face that like he was nauseated. As if she said something highly vulgar.   (Your right. I do not want to know what is going on it that blue haired head of yours.)   (Oh, you have a problem with my hair now!) Vegeta slightly chuckled but, was able to keep it under control and completely soundless.   (Not at all. Blue is my favorite color after all.) He couldn't help but to move his one hand and thread though a couple strains of it. He was being gentle. She barely noticed him doing it. Finally noticing what he was doing he drop her hand and placed his hand back on the back of the chair like before.   He closed the link to her mind trying to think. He couldn't recall the name she given and she wasn't lying. So this is Earth. Funny I do not recall that on my cleaning schedule. Great now I am really behind. Now I really going to get it. I can not take another beating this week and I know his going to take the snake coil to me this time. That thing just tears my flesh apart. The ship's fault or not. I am as the say in his ship 'royal screwed'. Why does he not just kill me and get it over with. It would be so much more easier that . . . that oirhdf! Evjrlsji! Juf jokzskrh jxndkv! Ehytolsmj ws mdsrg kso kde hamea!   Bulma watched Vegeta closely guarded face. She couldn't hear him now, except a few word here and there. There was something about beating, snake coil, him saying kill me and get it over with and, words she couldn't understand or even hope to pronounce. He was deep into thought and she could tell it wasn't pleasant what he was thinking about. His eyes were off to the side like he was trying to find an answer to his problem etched in the wall   Bulma unable to stop herself reached up placing her hand of his cheek. He didn't jump and even move. It was like he didn't even notice. She looked at his profile noticing the sunken eyes and boney face. His face was always sharp and angler but, this was sicken. He skin looked so thin and his bones just stuck out. She looked back at his eyes again. They were wavering. Like he was trying to fight off tears and losing.Too pale, too shinny and much too young to deal with this kind of thing. No one should deal with this. Vegeta snapped back to his thoughts noticed something on his cheek. Flashback started running through his head as he quickly jumped off the chair landing on the bed. He lip was curled up showing his teeth in a snarl as he scanned over her for a weapon or device meant to hurt him in some way. But, he didn't see anything nor did he smell anything of metal, or any other material used to create such things. Confused, scared, and angry Vegeta wasn't sure what to do now. The pain like many times before was back as he tried to fight back all the emotions other than anger and hate. He held his head trying to ease the mind splitting pain coursing through his skull. All he wanted was to be left alone. Alone so no one could hurt him anymore. He wanted to be somewhere no one could ever find him.   Vegeta moved backwards off the bed and walked backwards nearly, tripping in his haste until he hit the wall. Finding the corner, Vegeta slide down the wall curling himself into a huddled mass. He made himself as small as he could as, he buried his head into legs. He was trying to hide the fact that tears began to run down his face. He was hitting the peck of sanity and treading the edge of insanity. But through all that one thing was perfectly clear to him. He couldn't go back to Frieza now. He just could not take it anymore. The spirts of his people may hate him for it but, he just didn't care anymore. He was the one taking the abuse not them. So they had no right to judge.   Bulma wasn't sure why he retreated to the corner but, something was off with him. Standing up she saw him better. She felt her chest tighten as she saw him. His mental self was breaking before her eyes in the far corner of the room. Moving across the room slowly so not to scare him she stopped steps from him. He was strong enough to blast her into nothingness and physically strong enough to break her like a twig.   Steeling herself her moved forward and kneeled down by his side. Reaching out placing her hand on his back barely touching him only to remove it went he balled himself up tighter. Gritting her teeth ready for an attack she grabbed him putting him in her lap. He didn't move or even uncurl the slightest bit. He was like a Sixty-five pound ball with arms and legs in her lap. She noticed the muscles on his arms and legs. But, that was all that was left of him was muscle and bone. He body was probably eating away the muscle tissue and internal organs now for fuel. Tears began to roll down Bulma's face.   "It's okay. Remember now. I have a very weak ki. What could I do to you? What reason would I even have to even try?" Not even getting a sightly response she stood up off the floor without much of a problem even with the extra weight.   Sitting on the bed she rested her back on the headboard. She figured that Vegeta would fight her if her tried to coax him to relinquish the huddle form. So she waited until Vegeta felt comfortable enough to come out of the protective position. It was all she really could do. If it would be a minute or a week, she wouldn't leave him. Her meetings and everything could wait or take there business elsewhere. Threading her hand through his hair humming a soft tune trying to relax Vegeta if only a little.   "It's okay Vegeta. Just let it out. There nothing to be ashamed of here." Vegeta said and did nothing to even acknowledge his even heard her. Bulma just sighed looking at him.   X)(X   Hours pasted and it was beginning to get dark. Eighteen already sent Krillen home to get Marron ready for bed. Piccolo decided to stay along with Yamcha who didn't want to leave Bulma with a sadistic monster in child form. Tein and Choaisu said they be back tomorrow afternoon and the Son's decided to stay in the guestrooms. All except Goten who was going to stay in Trunks's room.   The all food Chi-Chi made in advance was put in the refrigerator under the threat of frypan death if Goku did as much stiff at it. Bulma hadn't as much stepped out of the room nor was there any noise of the room. Vegeta ki was recognizable to everyone now. They figured the demon somehow internally morphed Vegeta's ki and made it impossible to read unless he was only a few feet away. But, with him gone his ki returned to normal. It was slightly darker but, no doubt about it. It was Vegeta himself.   Vegeta did loosen the hold he had on himself but, he didn't make himself any tighter either. Bulma was glad he wasn't taking steps backwards. It was getting late and the others probable left or decided to spent the night. But, they were grown adults. They could take care of themselfs for a night.   Bulma started rubbing his hair without really noticing as she was trying to think on how Vegeta was in the state he was. Her hand dropped down around his left ear. She started lightly scratching without noticing until a noise was heard some him. Looking down confused and continued not sure if it was her imagation or he did make a noise. The nosie happened again. It was muffled from having his face buried but, she could kinda tell what it was. It wasn't a sound of pain. Intrigued her started to scratch there a little harder. It wasn't long until Vegeta arms give away allowing his legs to fall in the side of her lap.   Unlike before he body was limp, almost relaxed even. Bulma was fascinated by this. In a simple touch his body reacted so dramatically. Curious she took her hand away only to see what he would do. Moments pasted before he slow started to tense up again. He bought he legs up again but, it didn't form a ball form but, he was again making himself a smaller target. Looking at his face his eyes were closed and he breathing was slowly and sallow. He was sleep again but, he body still reacted. She started to scratch there again looking his relax the tension in his tortured form. Vegeta head moving a little to the right and down making her hand hit the right spot. Her moved her hand from time to time and he would position it so it hit the spot again.   Bulma remember back a long while ago when Vegeta was having a terrible dream. Forgetting the dangers she tried to wake him up but, nothing worked. Not even cold water splashed on his face worked.   He was trapped in the dream an his body was fighting the imagary enemy. Bulma awoke as the thrashing got voilnet. His hand nearly missed her face as she moved back. It was happening again. He turned to his side for a moment like he was trying to protect himself. Chosening her moment she moved behind him and pulled his head in her lap, trying to sooth it away from rubbing his face around the eyes. But, his still continued to thrash like a caged animal nearly hitting her in the process. She was to confused and scared she didn't know what to do. Without noticing she closed her eyes and was scathing Vegeta's head with her perfectly manicured nails. He frozen in mid thrash. Opening her eyes she looked down in surprise as his arms settled down by his sides and the tension was leaving his body. She stayed up the rest of the night watching him for the nightmare to reoccur but, it never did. Vegeta slept through the rest of the night and most of the morning to almost noon in peaceful slumber for once.   Snapped back to the present she remember she was going to ask Vegeta about that but, never got round to it. But, whatever the reason why it worked just the same. Bulma traced the dark circles under Vegeta's eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept of months and she could have been right. Sayians could go without sleep longer than humans but, a Sayian's body been treated like this could only take so much punishment.   "I am sorry, lord Freiza. It will never happen again." Bulma heard every word. That monster was haunting him now more than ever. Pulling him closer so his head was resting on her chest.   "You don't have to worry about the bastard anymore. I won't let anyone else hurt you like this again." Pulling the cover over both of them to cover him up to his neck   "You want me to believe that?" The weak of sleeplessness still in his voice but, his eyes were for the most part open. Before Bulma could ask Vegeta eyes closed again as he was completely out again. Bulma just sighed.   "Talk about getting the last word in." Bulma closed her eyes deciding sleep wasn't a bad idea.   X)(X X)(X   The moon was up by as Vegeta opened his tried eyes. Habits died hard and he wasn’t sure about these people. The hourly wake up call from within deep inside of subconscious had awoken him exactly like it did on the ship. Yet, unlike the ship he saw he was still in the lap of the blue-haired woman that somehow healed the pain in his body and got the fluid out of his lungs which made breathing possible again. At least he believed it was her who healed him but, he somehow knew she was responsible for it if only partly. The only pain he had now was the one in his head. It was still hard to bare but, he had worst over the years. It was ignorable for now.   Through the years Vegeta meditated often to keep his emotions under control other than anger and amusement. When his emotions were too much, the pain, he felt now would make itself known. Went it would get too much his mind would shut down and do a kind of mental reboot. He always tried to avoid that because his body just wouldn’t respond no matter what happened until his mind was finished. Enemies would kill to find him in that position. They could cut him open with a blunt object to begin gutting him open like a fish and his body would even flinch. That was the only reason was he needed to keep Nappa and Raddittz around, just incase. Their blind duty would keep them from anyone causing injury to him.   Noticing the level of sleep she was in, by the movement of her eyes he decided he could remove himself without her waking up and alerting the others. He needed to take care of the petty emotions before he could fight at his best. Slowly he uncurled his tail from around his waist and lightly brushed it to the side of her cheek with its furry tip. Bulma deep in sleep reached up rubbing her cheek. Vegeta carefully moved his tail out of her way.   He didn’t feel pain in the tail like other Saiyans but. He still didn’t like anyone to accidently brush up against it, much less touch it. It didn’t care to be touched at all. Besides in a fight he often broke or ripped off people’s fingers, hands, wrists, arms or all the above for doing so. It depended on his mood and it was dark at the moment. His mind was in shambles at the moment too and this made him angry. It was almost directed at himself but, he hated the others too. He hated nearly everything, including himself.   Grabbing a pillow from the other side of her he quickly placed it in his place and vaulted to the end of the bed soundlessly. He watched her hug the pillow tightly in the same manner he found himself in. Vegeta looked on confused more and more each second. He was evil and evil wasn’t cuddled, it was feared. Vegeta backed up closer to the egde of the bed and crossed his legs and closed his eyes trying to meditate. Breathing slow and trying to clear his mind but, he was to wound up by the emotions running through him at fast pace. He almost wanted to cry but, he won’t allow that. He couldn’t do that and it would not solve anything.   Minutes went by as Vegeta tried to clear his mind but, nothing. Sweat was collecting in his hair line and under his bangs from concentrating so hard. Yet, that was no progress. The pain was getting worst, pounding inside his head was nearly debilitating. Opening his eyes, he slowly moved off the bed spotting the other door with wash area. Moving silently across the floor using the soundless assassin steps, he learned many years ago. Getting to the door, he slipped through the opening and shut the door completely.   Climb up the short distance up on the counter and he looked at himself. He looked away from the mirror as if he hated what he saw. You are a shadow of your former self. Look at your self. Now you are just an underweight, beating, lab dog begging for a bone or not to be beating. You are a prince? Prince of what? Of a dead discarded race. Live in the present time. Stop living in the past. It is over! You lost! Tuck your tail between your legs and go back to whom you belong. Vegeta shook his head hard and even hit it against the wall accidently not noticing.   “Shut up.” Vegeta whispered to himself not wanting them heard by the sharp hearing Namekic in the house. He was the last thing he needed was him or anyone running in here yelling their lungs out. He head hurt enough. He needed relief from the chaos running around in his head. Breathing hard, he removed his left glove and set it on the counter.   He hand was smooth and flawless besides the slight difference in color from his wrist up from his hand but, to him he saw a different story. He saw scars. Scars that he made himself over the years. He cut around the veins in his hands and half way up his fingers. Turning his hand over he saw the same thing. The scars long healed but, he still could see them even he no one else could. He hated to see them, he hated doing it to himself, and he even hated himself for doing it but, it had to be done. Pain stopped the chaos inside his mind. Physical pain drowned out the mental pain inside.   He was about to form a ki blade but, stopped himself. He remembered the others could feel ki and if there was another one like him around he won’t be sleeping anytime soon.   Looking around Vegeta found a replacement razor by the soap dish. Crouching down on the counter he looked at it for a moment like it was a snake that was going to bite him. Grabbing it his saw the sharp jagged edges of the smooth looking razor egde. Deciding it would do, he broke the plastic around it the get the blade out of its protective casing. He looked back at the mirror as if his reflection could talk him out of mutilating himself again. But, just stared back at him. That was what strengthened his resolve to do this. He did not want to do it, he needed it.   Vegeta took a deep breath and brought the razor to his hand. His tighten his hand looking for what he believed was a clear spot. Setting the razor on the skin lightly trying to think if this was the only way.Look what Frezia reduced you to. A mental weakling. Vegeta gasped as that voice rang through his head making him drop the razor which slide into the drain. There was no catching grid in the drain so I went all the all down. Vegeta just dropped his head leaning heavily on his knees. Standing back up he stepped off the counter felling the short distance to the floor. Moving backwards partly and he turned into a full out run to the other side of the room. He stood against the back wall, glove still on the counter. Sliding down the wall to the floor he started rocking himself.   “No. No more. I will not do this anymore. No more. No more. No more. I will not anymore. I have enough scars. I do not need anymore. I do not need to do this anymore. I do not. No more. . .” One single tear slipped down his face as he stared straight ahead at the wall ahead. He didn’t stop the near like chanting of no more the whole time as he buried his head in his hands.   Piccolo couldn’t sleep for one reason or another and walked around the huge house in the residential side and not the business side of Capsule Corp. He passed the guest rooms which the sons were using. He knew by the snoring through the so called soundproof door. To a human’s sure, to a Saiyan’s maybe, to a Namekic’s hearing not even close. Moving past that room faster until he got to turn in the hallway which muffled the sound. Looking around he realized that this hallway was Bulma and kid Vegeta were in. Apparently she choose the same old that was Vegeta’s old room before they became a couple.   Back where Vegeta was an adult he stayed there after planet Namekic was destroyed and again when his came back from space just before Goku did. He stayed still at the door. Curiosity plagued him as he was tempted to open the door. Vegeta as his older had a slight sense of honor and fair play. Back when he first came down his waited three hours for Goku to show up without complain. He just sat on a boulder as Nappa was going insane from the wait. Yet, Vegeta was calm sitting quietly on that rock saying nothing but, how much time pasted every time his scooter beeped.   But, this Vegeta was different. This one was damaged and scared of making Frezia angry at him. His body had evidence of severe abuse and Vegeta was the type to let that go on, except in Freiza’s case. Freiza was stronger than Vegeta was and he was young. Not doubt that Vegeta was far smarter than your average child. He was probably smarter than most geniuses on earth. But, even with that Freiza made Vegeta afraid of him somehow. Perhaps it was all the beatings Freiza inflicted on him and how he couldn’t do anything to stop it even with his strength and intellect. That’s bound to break anyone. Piccolo gasped as that thought entered his head without warning.   “How . . . who could I know exactly what he has been through. There’s no way. Unless . . .” Piccolo remembered back when Vegeta entered his mind for a few moments to literally download the language spoken here.   He briefly touched his mind quickly leaving. But Vegeta didn’t notice he left something behind. There was something there at didn’t belong to him. Something connected to the prince.   “Is it possible?”   He was startled out of his thoughts as a weird sound come from inside Vegeta old room. It sounded like a small piece of metal hit something with a glasslike surface. Opening the door Piccolo found Bulma holding a pillow like one would a loved one having bad dreams. Piccolo looked around but, Vegeta wasn’t anywhere to be found. Piccolo turned to leave to look for him when whispering was heard it the room and it wasn’t a female’s voice. Turning back around he moved closer hearing the whispers more clearly. Moving infront of the bathroom room he heard Vegeta inside.   “No more?” Piccolo not thinking of the what could possibly happen by opening the door with a so called ‘killer of worlds.’   Looking inside the huge bathroom he first saw one of Vegeta’s gloves on the sink. Looking around Piccolo, found Vegeta huddled against the wall. Piccolo was taken back by this. Vegeta so strong, so arrogant, and mean-spirted was rocking himself against the wall in some kind of mental breakdown.   “Vegeta?” As no reaction came of him, he closed the door walking towards him. He was standing above him and still Vegeta showed no acknowledge of it. Piccolo just looked down at him and for a moment he could have sworn his was Gohan as a child setting there. Shaking his head, he turned back into Vegeta. What was that about?   Piccolo sat down next to Vegeta how still had his head in his hands. Piccolo narrowed his eyes.   (Vegeta? Can you hear me?) Vegeta lifted his head turning to Piccolo with no a scared or surprised look. Just a tried one.   (What? Namekic. What do you want? Can I not be in peace anywhere in the structure here?)   (What are you doing in here?)   (Planning out galaxy domination and conquest by using soap, water, and the floor. What does it look like I am doing?!) Vegeta yelled inside Piccolo’s head yet his face outside showed no such emotion. He was dead outside but, screaming mad, upset and confused on the inside.   (Looks like you are losing your mind.)   (Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner. What do we have for him Johnny? . . . Where did that come from? Have I heard that before?)   (I don’t know.)   (Was I talking to you? No! That is what I thought!)   (Why do you have only one glove one, Vegeta?) Vegeta turned from him and back to his hands again.   (None of your business. Leave me alone.)   (So, you can hurt yourself?)   Vegeta stopped breathing for a mere to seconds before making himself start again.   (Whatever you say Namekic.)   (Don’t play with me, Vegeta. Let me see your hand.)   (Do not order me around Namekic. I do not take kindly to it. I killed the last person how thought he could tell me what to do.)   (But, not the person who does it the most.) Piccolo heard a slight growl as Vegeta didn’t care for that comment one bit. The growling stopped moments after it began as Vegeta controlled his primal urges. Like to rip the Namekic open with his bare hands.   (His time will come sooner than he thinks.)   (Please, Vegeta. Let me see your left hand. Then I will leave you alone like you asked.) Vegeta looked back up at him narrowed his eyes. Then all the sudden just smirked. Vegeta raised his left hand showing palm first and slowly turning to over showing the back of it. The unmarked skin was all the Piccolo saw. (So you’re not.)   (Not what?)   (Hurting yourself.)   (Hurting myself? That is funny. I do not need to do it myself. People are more than willing the to do that for me.) Piccolo sensed that he wasn’t lying but, he was hiding something.   (Vegeta?)   (What? lost you way out?)   (Funny. And tell me the truth. Have you hurt yourself before?)   (Why. Does that get you of. . ) Piccolo cut off yelling loudly in his mind.   (Don’t avoid the question! I heard metal hit something! I saw the plastic on the sink along with your glove!) Vegeta looked at him bored like and stood holding his hand out in front of him. The glove on the sink shook before traveling fast to Vegeta awaiting hand. Piccolo’s mouth opened in shock as Vegeta showed him that power. Slipping the glove back on. Walking to the door reaching out for the knob.   He rested his hand on the knob as Piccolo stood up. Vegeta looked back at him before turning hid head back at the door.   “When you saw my hand. You really didn’t see the scars, did you?” Piccolo stood there confused. Vegeta only spoke similar to this way only. Before his sacrificed himself to kill Buu. Vegeta looked at his face see the answer in his eyes. “I did not think so. On one does but, myself.” Vegeta turned back to the door just looking at the wood of the door. “I have cut my hands so many times to block out feeling of emotions. I was going to but, I realized I am letting Freiza win by letting myself do that. He was reducing me to an emotional wreck. I can’t even handle a few emotions without causing myself pain to drown it out. But, no more. I refuse to play the part again. Even if that kills me.” With that Vegeta opened the door and walked back to the bed.   Crawling on it, towards the foot of it Vegeta laid his head down and closed his eyes. Piccolo stepped out seeing Vegeta at the foot of the bed. He could hear soft breathing in the same slow rhythm. He was already asleep. Emotionally, along with phsyically exhausted no doubt.   Piccolo stepped out of the room shaking his head and closed the door going back to the living room. Vegeta said he would not be doing that ever again. Piccolo believed him. Vegeta was sneaky and underhanded but, lying wasn’t something Vegeta was known for. You had to listen because he liked to twist the words around sometimes but, this was not a case of that. But, still Piccolo felt that he needed to keep an eye on him. Emotional, was not what Vegeta did best.

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X)(X   Vegeta woke up again only a half-hour after falling asleep the first time. But, it was different. He heard something in the room. Glancing at the top of the bed seeing the female was still asleep. Narrowing his eyes his heard it again. It was another step on the creaking floor. The person seemingly was aware of Saiyan’s sharp hearing which was only second to the Namekics as far as he knew. Except one. The Reszgitans but, know didn’t know what sound even is. So they didn’t count. Vegeta closed his eyes staying alert but appeared sound asleep still. Staying perfectly still until he felt the body heat of the trespasser above him. Come on. A little closer now. As the person stopped Vegeta could feel something reaching down for him towards his legs. Vegeta sprang lunging, hitting the person in the chest knocking the intruder to the floor hard.   Bulma was awoken by the sounds of fighting and turned on the lamp on the table next to her. Standing up she found Vegeta on top of Yamcha’s chest holding his wrists to the floor. In Yamcha’s right hand was a pair of scissors.   “What are you doing here, Yamcha? And your excuse better be good because I have a good idea what you were planning to do!”   “The moon is back, Bulma! It was wished back for nature reasons. You know what happens if a Saiyan with a tail sees the full moon. It has to be removed or he’ll transform into the monster ape form!” Vegeta was appalled by that. Not only the thought of having his tail removed but, he was a royal and could control the transformtion. It was quite rude that he didn’t do his homework well enough. Typical! Knowing or learning one or two common facts and people think they know all about your race. That’s so pathetic.   Piccolo ran into the room stopping a step or two inside. Looking at the scene and back at Bulma. Taking in everything, he easily pieced together what happened. Vegeta looked up with a look that could freeze anyone in their tracks.   “Well, now. The Namekic is here. It is like a sleep over in this room.” Hate was thick in his voice he looked down at Yamcha. “This is great. I know the perfect Saiyan party game we can play. And look, he brought me a weapon.” He eyes narrowed as he leaned down close to his face in a predatory like fashion making Yamcha shake in fear. “How nice.” Even though the demon was removed from him. You couldn’t tell by the low voice he just used.   Vegeta started crushing Yamcha wrists making him almost scream as he was holding it back not by much.   “Vegeta.” Vegeta looked with one eye. He was literally keeping an eye on his prey and her.   “What female? You are distracting me of his proper punishment. And do not try the whole violence does not solve anything speech. Because, trust me, it does. Especially when the people are decaying on the floor.” Yamcha’s right hand dropped the scissors with a load clang as it hit the floor as he hands were numb.   “No. Of course not. Instead of you dirtying your hands with him. Why don’t you let Piccolo and me take care of his punishment?” Vegeta stopped crushing for a moment and started silently laughing. The others saw he shaking a little not knowing why. Bulma stepped towards him until Vegeta couldn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.   “One it is the Namekic and I. If you are going to speak. Do it correctly. And two that is funny. You are funny, female.” His eyes were almost soft when he said that but, instantly dropped to the bitter hardness he was known for. “But, I do not trust others to do my work for me. Beside this is the only entertainment I get. But, thank you so much for the offer. Yet, I rather do it myself but, your more than welcome to watch unless you have a weak stomach.” He turned back full intension back to Yamcha that was freaked out completely.   Bulma bit her lip trying to think. Vegeta wasn’t going to stop with pretty words and by the time they got Goku and the rest up Yamcha more than likely be stone cold dead on the floor. That’s when an idea hit her.   “I hate to beg but . . . ” She moving next to him and kneeling down. Piccolo moved forward but, Bulma waved him off. “I been waiting to get my hands on him for long time. But, I never found the evidence to do anything to justify it.”   “And that means what to me pray tell?” Vegeta said not even looking at her anymore. Yamcha let out a small yell of pain as Vegeta pushed his thumbs into the boniest part of his palm. Bulma thinking fast though of the most vile thing she could think of to do to a person, glad for once that her watched court tv. She bent down to Vegeta’s ear and whispered into his ear. Piccolo cheeks blushed a light purple as she was whispering to him.   After a few moments Vegeta stopped applying pressure to the now sensitive and damaged area. Blinking a couple of times before turning back to her searching her eyes. His eyes held shock before an evil smirk crossed his face.   “Damn female. That is the third most evil and gruesome act I ever heard anyone every do to another living thing.” Vegeta let go of Yamcha wrists not taking his eyes off Bulma’s. “I am going to have to try that sometime.” Vegeta looked down at Yamcha who was nursing his nearly crushed wrists. He wanted to hurt him so badly but, he owned blue-haired a debt of honor that was over his head. He couldn’t ignore that. He was a prince after all and sometimes he hated with that meant to his honor.   Sighing with a growl Vegeta pushed off the floor flipping over Bulma, landing perfectly on his feet by the bed. Sitting down on it Vegeta looked back at them.   “Alright. Fine! But, only because I owed you female. Debt paid in full. The next person who tries that will die a painful death lasting up to a week if I feel like it. Got it? Good! And make sure to let the door hit you on the way out.” With that Vegeta’s eyes rolled back in his head and fell back dead to the world before his head hit the bed below. Bulma sighed happy it worked and Vegeta was again asleep. Yamcha rolled to his knees and got up cradling his wrists, starting towards the door. Bulma looked at Piccolo who read her eyes. Going after him, he picked him up by the shirt.   “Hey! Piccolo! Put me down! He’s asleep! Drop the act!” Bulma walked past him and signaled to Piccolo to follow. She looked over her shoulder addressing him.   “What act? I’m quite serious.”   X)(X   Vegeta couldn’t get comfortable on the fluffy bed and woke again minutes after falling asleep. Feeling out kis he noticed the female was with the Namekic and the scared faced loser. He knew she wouldn’t hurt the scarred one like she said her would but, he was impressed that she even said what she said. But, it was true about him owed her and, that was the only reason why he let him go. It was a one time deal. He did like the female for some reason. It could be the aftermath of scratching the sweet spot behind his ear that causing these feelings. But, one thing was clear. He couldn’t sleep in that fluffy bed with the fluffy pillows and even fluffy comforter beside being in exhaustion. Opening the window, Vegeta climbed out of the window and jumped out of the two story window.   Landing on the ground in a crouch Vegeta headed off to the back of C.C. building in hope to finding a better place to sleep. A place he wouldn’t wake himself up every hour because someone came too close to the bedroom door. Running fast without the help of ki hoping to find such a place. He found a woody area. Stopping he turned seeing he was about three-fourths of a mile away to the building. Feeling better he found a decent tree and began to climb up it to one of it’s highest branch with thick base.   There was a nice breezy blowing warm air on the nice night. He heard water in the background and animals making a racket. The noise didn’t bother him. Instead it relaxed him on level he never thought possible. Though the thin branches he looked at the almost full moon. He loved the moon like most Saiyans did. The animal in him wanted howl and revel in the moon light. But, keeping that in check for now just stared a little longer imaging three moons and a darker sky. Trying to will himself to believing he was home again. But, that was no use. No matter how tried or even disorientated he was, he would never forgotten that his home was gone. Gone forever.   Pushing those thoughts away he leaned on the base of the tree he closed his eyes with a content sigh. Nature like this was his refuge. With the creatures he had more in common with then any other species he had ever met.   “Now maybe I can get two hours sleep in a row at least.” Yawning while rubbing his eyes with his fists, he brought one leg up and leaving the other hanging off the branch. Scratching his head tiredly he tightened his back while stretching his arms. Releasing the hold with a deep yawn he all but, collapse against the tree truck asleep again.   A sound of a vicious attack came from just below which make Vegeta open his eyes looking down. It was a wolf attacking a rabbit. Normally Vegeta wouldn’t care as the circle of life and nature that was playing in but, Vegeta wanted quiet and he wanted five minutes ago. Vegeta seeing nice sized rocks by the two animals, he focused on them. Levitating them, he threw them towards the two while made them both jump and run off in different directions. “That is better. Much better. Next time I will start blasting things.” Vegeta said to no one in particular. Closing his eyes again Vegeta was asleep nearly instantly once more and the other animals stayed away sensing the mood of the certain area he was in.   X)(X   “You just stay up there for a while and think about what you tried to do!” Bulma said looking up at Yamcha who was hanging by a light pole in the middle of town, by a rope around his feet. Normally Yamcha wouldn’t have problem freeing himself but, he had ki bands to his shoulders down to his ankles. He looked like he was in ablueish whitecocoon and, the blind fold and gag made by Piccolo's capewas nice touch. A loud muffled reply was heard but, not even Piccolo could understand what he was trying to say.   “You think we should just leave him here all night?”   “Someone will get him down eventually.”   “I think Vegeta has rubbed off on you.”   “Business can be cruel and I own the biggest business out here. I was cruel before but, you are right. He did a little. By the way. Thinks for helping.” She said looking at him out of the corner of her eye“It’s a little out of character for you though.”   Piccolo’s cheeks blushed a deeper purple than before. “I-I-I.” He took a deep breath. “I know. I guess I . . . I . . . never mind. Let’s go.”
  Piccolo grabbed her hand and taking off back to C.C. and Bulma wouldn’t let it drop. “Seriously though I haven’t seen you this way seen Gohan. Does he remind you of him or something?” Piccolo looked down with clenched teeth.   “Different. Vegeta is damaged but, there is a part that is still pure inside. An innocent that rivals Goku and that’s a part of him that rivals Frezia and Cell as well. Vegeta is trying not to feel anything and part succeeding. But, when he can’t fight them anymore he resorted to unhealthy measurers.”   “Unhealthy? Where have you been the last ten years?”   “No, different than that.” Piccolo looked back to the flying path ahead. Bulma saw her home ahead not much farther. They would have been their if Piccolo wasn’t flying at a slow pace but, she didn’t say anything about it.   “I see.” Piccolo landed on the ground in front of the entrance. Bulma turned fully to him. “He’s cutting himself isn’t he?” Piccolo was in a word, floored.   X)(X Meanwhile. Inside.   In the kitchen was Goku sniffing the forbidden food when he felt Piccolo and Bulma ki’s out front. Seeing if anything is wrong, he started to go outside when he heard them talking.   “He’s cutting himself isn’t he?” Goku covered his mouth hoping that Piccolo didn’t hear him. Not knowing Piccolo was too shocked to notice if he did make a sound in the place.   “You know?” Piccolo said sounding confused among other things.   “Yes. It’s common among children that were and are abused. Girls turn to eating disorders and cutting skin to feel and control something in their lives. And boys turn to destructive behavior like fighting and hurting them selves to get the feelings of helplessness out.” Goku tried to piece together what they were talking about.   Piccolo was concerned about someone. He only seemed concerned about Gohan. No. Gohan a happy young man. Not a child. No one abused him either. Sure I was gone a lot but, I didn’t . . . Chi-Chi wouldn’t . . . they can’t be talking about Gohan. . . . Goten? It has to be. Bulma wouldn’t be this calm if it was Trunks. Goku was overwhelmed with guilt and upset with himself for not being there. He thought he was saving the earth staying there but, he made it worst by going away.   “I see. Vegeta would fit that group.” Goku was shocked out of his guilt by that. Vegeta? He is . . . a child now. Of coarse. Stupid. How could you forget that? Wait, cutting? Vegeta is hurting himself! But, he . . . where is he? Goku ran off up stairs again. The thought of Vegeta cutting his own skin for any reason made him physically sick.   X)(X meanwhile. Outside.   “Yes he does fit that group. In fact he be the president of it.”   “Yes, but he didn’t do it.” Bulma looked at him confused.   “What?”   “He was going to but, he stopped himself before I got there. He had one glove off and the razor out the protective plastic but, he didn’t do it. And he said he wouldn’t let himself do that because his letting Frezia win. He also said something kinda strange.”   “What?”   “He asked me if I saw any scars on his hand when he showed it to me. The thing was there were none but, he said he had scarred them many times.” Bulma nodded expertly.   “That’s were the gloves come in. The whole thing is in his mind. His skin heals so quick and perfectly in a few weeks or less he would see them. He could still see them because he knows where they were. Wearing the gloves helps him forget for the moment.” Piccolo thinking over nodding as he understood what she was saying.   “Vegeta an impossible puzzle to most to understand. And it’s all because of a rotten childhood.”   “That usually how it goes for human too. Saiyans and humans aren’t terribly different from the each other.” Piccolo just nodded and walked to the door as they opened and Bulma followed.   X)(X meanwhile.   Goku ran into the room seeing the window was up. Going to the window he saw it was seeing the back of the building. Flying out he looked in all directions for him. Goku thought he saw something and landed by it on the ground. Bending down Goku saw some broken twigs on the ground and bended grass in a straight like line. Someone went through this area at fast pace recently. Goku hovered above the ground following the tracks. The footsteps of the tracks were small like a child and both Trunks and Goten were in Trunks’ room. Leaving only one child, who could have made these tracks.   Their was a small forest a little ways away from the building. Putting his feet back on the ground he entered the forest. There were animals but, it was quiet. Far too quiet. Something was there that scared them terribly. Sensing around hard, he found a hard to detect ki high up in the trees. Floating on little ki as possible, he moved up the middle looking around trying to find him. Seeing a light color against the darkness of the sky and bark. Goku moved to it and sure enough it was Vegeta’s leg dangling from the tree branch. He was asleep soundlessly. Goku noticed how innocent he seemed now. He was like Gohan when he was younger except the absence of snoring or any noise at all.   Goku reached out slowly knowing what would happen if he would wake up. He learned a long time ago how cranky Vegeta could get when you woke him up. Vegeta eyes under their lids where moving. He was dreaming. Goku stopped as Vegeta’s tail unraveled and started frantically waving around. Before Goku could move Vegeta’s tail hit Goku in the face. Vegeta opened his eyes grabbing Goku’s throat in the same instant.   “Is there a law that says ‘The newcomer to this planet can not got any sleep around here’ or what?”
  Goku shocked was unable to catch himself and he was thrown to the ground pretty hard.   Goku sat himself up watching as Vegeta jumped down in front of him walking the instant his feet hit the floor. Hostile breaths were taken as Vegeta slowly approached. “First my instinctual clock that is going off every hour woke me up to a world of pain in my head, then that scarred face weakling came to cut off my tail scared that I will transform into my Oozaro state, and then when I find a place I could sleep for maybe a few hours uninterrupted. Then animal attack at the base of the tree. Which all above for different reasons I can somewhat forgive. But, you had the idea to come near me. To go as far . . . as to touch me . . . It is unforgivable.” Goku stared in utter shock as Vegeta eyes filled with loathing. He laughed nervously.   “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”   “Look at my face. Does it look like I care what you do or do not mean to do?” Goku did so he asked looking at the hate filled features. He wished he was dealing with the older Vegeta.   At least that one he understood a little bit. But, this one was too weird and too unpredictable with a huge chip on his shoulder. It was understandable but, sad all the same.   “N-no.” Vegeta showed no sign of calming down.   “Your not a dumb has I thought. You got that one right away. Then again it was fifty percent chance you would though.” Goku back peddled a short distance until getting to his feet again. Vegeta didn’t understand that he only wanted to help. Vegeta at this age probably never seen anyone help another with a reason or just before.   “Vegeta. I don’t want to fight.”   “Then you shouldn’t have come.”   “I was worried about you.” Vegeta stopped looking at him and threw his head back laughing like that was the funniest thing he ever heard.   He rapped his arms around his stomach doubling over like he was in great pain. Coughing a bit he wiped his gloved hand across his mouth.   “Do not make me laugh.”   “But, Vegeta . . .” Vegeta quickly cut him off.   “No, really do not make me laugh. It is causing pain in the chest area.” Straightening up with his one hand still on his chest. Goku noticed a black substance on his glove.   “Your still sick.”   “No really. You think.” Vegeta sighed annoyingly as he felt his sarcastic wit was wasted on him. “This does not go away. It likes to stick around. Now do not worry. You can not catch it. Unless I injected it into your system.”Goku eyes widened.   “Frieza.”   “I see you can put two and two together. He wanted to see how long I would survive before my body give out. Talk about morbid curiosity.” Vegeta coughed violently again dropping to his knees involuntarily. Vegeta was coughing out mouth fulls of the black fluid on the ground. Goku ignoring the danger, come forward and kneeled down putting his hand on Vegeta back.   Goku’s body broke through to trees stopping midway at the third. Goku opened his eyes against the pain and got up painfully. Goku made it two steps then fell to his knees. He was caught off guard and hardly kied. Meaning that hurt a lot. If he was human, he be dead.   Vegeta could have sworn his lungs were bleeding his coughed so hard but, he removed the fluid for now. But, it would come back. Standing to looked at Goku not angry like before. Goku couldn’t tell what he was feeling.   “Only warning. Unless we are in a fight do not touch me in anyway again.” Vegeta looked at the tree he was in now on the ground broken in half. “Thanks a lot. Now I have to find I new place suitable to sleep.” With pain slowly departed Goku stood up.   “Come back to capsule corp.”   “With the fluffy bed and pillows. No thanks. The exam table was more comfortable. I prefer nature like any other Saiyan would. I do not ecpect you to understand.” With that Vegeta moved away looking up for another perfect branch to spent the night.   “Vegeta I’m serious. You need to come back to Capsule corp with me.” Vegeta stopped trying to calm himself down.   “Is everyone trying to make me mad today? What is need is for you to go away so I can calm down. The more mad I get the worst the virus plagues me. Did you not notice the coughing fit earlier? Did you think that normal or something? And farther more why do you think I stopped attacking? You think I want to suffocate in my body fluids? Now if you truly care so much of my well-being. Leave me alone. The more my heart beats the more the virus is pumped into my system.”   “So you fighting and cleaning planets why?” Vegeta just snorted.   “I am a warrior. When fighting my heart beat hardly going above eighty-five. Ninety if I am losing which barely happens. Besides it beats getting beating for stay in one place too long.”   “What do you mean?” Vegeta moved over to a tree that was like the other one.   “If you have to ask. You will never know. Now leave before you cause another coughing fit.” With this Vegeta jumped up into the trees. Goku still couldn’t leave yet.   Using his instant transmission Goku appeared on the branch seeing a ticked off prince. Goku crouched down as Vegeta started growling.   “Look I came out here because I heard you were hurting yourself.” Vegeta stopped growling just looking at him.   “Really? You do not say? You sure who ever you heard it from was meaning this Vegeta?” Vegeta said completely over dramatizing every word. This fact had gone unnoticed.   “You’re the only Vegeta we know.”
  Vegeta nearly dropped out of the tree when Goku said that.How dense can a person be! Dusnhsa!Vegeta recovered within moments seeing some amusement out of this.   “Really now? You sure? Twenty-two others have come before me in the family line.”   “Wow that many Vegetas? And no one got confused?”   “No, not at all.” I wonder how long I can keep this going until he realizes he is way off subject.“ As similar as we were. We were different as well throughout time and the here and now.” Goku looked to be in deep thought. Vegeta kept the smirk off his face as he did his best to confuse him which he found was too easy. He was quickly getting bored with him.   X)(X
  Bulma got back to the room noticed something was a miss. The door was open and the window was too. Running down stairs she went back to Piccolo. His was in meditation again. Bulma took him by the shoulders and shake hard which worked only since he just started.   “What!” The angry outburst didn’t faze her.   “Vegeta’s gone. The window is open. I think he ran off.” Piccolo stopped himself from growling and concentrated on sensing out he presence. He found him only a half a mile away, stationary, with Goku there to.   “Why is Goku there?”   “Goku’s there? Are they fighting?” Piccolo shook his head.   “No both kis are low and neither are knocked out either. They are still too.”   “Why is he there?” Piccolo eyed his eyes again.   “I can’t tell you that. But, there is no danger here. The only danger is the one Goku’s in. Now if you please. Let me be.” Bulma was going to fight that fact but, stopped. She stood and walked back upstairs not happy with the answers her had gotten. She had to accept it though. There was nothing she could do.   X)(X   Vegeta was holding up his head tempted to tell him whatever to make him go away. This was worst than a board meeting he had to attend every two weeks. He realized his unwanted guest was still talking and he forgot the subject they got on to now.   “So I named him Gohan after my grandfather. Chi-Chi wanted to name him Einstein. She always wanted him to became a scholar.”   “Fascinating.” He said with a roll of his eyes.   “Yeah, I know. I couldn’t believe that. The only reason why she didn’t was because he would cry every time she called him that and laughed every cry he got called Gohan.”   “Wow. You’re a great story teller.” He voice was so sarcastic a two years old would know he wasn’t serious.   “Thanks!”   “And you pick up on sarcasm really well too.”   “Wow Vegeta. I have never seen this side of you before.” And you never will again. Third class loser! Vegeta smiled and cleared his throat.   “Say now. Could you move about two or three inches back? I am feeling claustrophobic at the moment.”   “Huh?   “Closed in.”   “Oh! Sure.” Goku moved back at bit.   Vegeta moved off the trunk and looked down for a moment. Looking back at Goku, he smirked.   “Perfect. Thanks.” Vegeta then put his hands on the branch. Raising ki slightly. Goku noticed.   “You okay? You raised you ki a little.”   “Just a chill. I am sick your know and raising your ki makes your body tempter raise a bit. But, I am sure you know that.” I bet a Saiyan tkjsry that he did not know.   “Oh. Yeah, sure. Vegeta looked up quickly.   “Whatever could that be?” Goku turned looking up turning to see what he was talking about. Vegeta could hardly believe he fell for that turned his head down and formed a ki band around the branch tightly.   “I don’t see anything.” Goku said turning back to Vegeta who was looking up still.   “Hm? I could have sworn I saw something. I bird, I guess. They are different here than more places I have been.”   “Really?”   “Yes, really. Now I am tried. Not sleeping for four days is exhausting. So if you do not mind.” Vegeta snapped his fingers and the ki band cut through the branch. Goku caught off guard fell down to the ground hitting it hard.   Vegeta looked down seeing the he hit the ground. “Leave me alone!” Goku rubbed his head.   “If you wanted me to go. You could have asked!”   “You can not even pick on sarcasm!”   “You said I could!”   “I was being sarcastic! Moron!” Goku cheeks flushed red.   “Oh.” He said quietly.   Goku got to his feet looking up and sighing. Then started to laugh lightly. This Vegeta wasn’t so different after all.   “Vegeta, just answer one question are you are or you not cutting yourself?”   “I can honestly say I do not have a cut or scar on my body.” That anyone else can see anyways.Goku heard no dishonesty in his voice.   “Okay, I’ll go. But, promise you won’t hurt anybody.”   “This planet is not on my list. It would be a waste of my precious time and energy.”   “So is that a yes?”   “Take it however you want. Go now before I feel up to fighting again and I show you my four-corner devil god attack. Which there has been no survivor.”   “Okay I’m going. But, I’ll be back.”   “Oh I can not wait. And that was sarcasm by the way.”   “I know that.”   “I doubt it.” Goku put two fingers in his head going to back to Capsule corp. “Finally. Now I can get some damn rest. This is worst than Nappa’s snoring and Radditz sleep talking.” Vegeta started coughing again but, lighter. He expelled the black junk out of his mouth and settled down against the tree. Rapping his tail around the branch just incase of anything, he nodded off again. He wouldn’t tell the other Saiyan but, he was glad he woke him up. He was having one of those nightmares he hated so much.  

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The sun started pecking over the hills as daylight began. Vegeta turned his head as the light started hitting his eyes. He never did like sunlight. He never really liked light either but sunlight was the worst. He’s body liked to wake up when it came up. As the whole forest got lighter even through the branches of the trees, Vegeta groaned knowing he wouldn’t sleep anyway today unless he was knocked out or the symptoms of the flu came back in full swing, making his body shut down again. Opening his eyes regrettably seeing why he was nice and warm.   The small animals had come sleep on him like a breathing, fur blanket. A lot of squirrels, birds, and even a snake were using him like a bed. This wasn’t a usual circumstance really, and it happened a lot on his planet and some others. Being part animal himself, they weren’t afraid of him unless he was hungry, mad or both.   Which would be very soon since besides yesterday in the first forest and at the amusement park he had eaten more that scraps since the enemies were poisonous to anything if eaten. Even for a high classed Saiyan system. They wouldn’t kill him normally but, with the illness weaken his body it might have been enough to do so. So he had to go hungry for months finding only some alien fruits and some of the stupider animals around but, most left knowing better. With everything that was found was spilt three ways sense his so-called bodyguard and third in command were in a similar condition of malnourishment. But, Vegeta had the beatings, where the others were left to starve in a corner somewhere.   Slowly urging his body and mind to awaken, he petted the squirrel that was on his stomach around its ears. It stirred but, was too rested to wake up. Stretching his back he noticed his head was too heavy. Moving his arm that wasn’t being used as a pillow, he reaching up feeling feathers and wings. Scooping under the thing to brought it down. It was small and it fit in the palm of his hand. His annoyed eyes soften as he sight it’s damaged wing. It was attacked before within the week. He was feeling . . . pity. The feeling hurt worst than when he was coughing the fluid out of there but, he couldn’t understand why he was feeling it at all. It is only because I have a connection to animals like most Saiyans and, this one wouldn’t be considered food. That is all. Some meditation, food, and then more sleep then I will be as good as new.   “All right. All of you! Get up!” The animals looked at him. “If you do not get up. I will stand up with you on me and let you fall. You choice.” The animal did the same as he did moments ago, stretched out tiredly. After a moment or two they jumped to a new branch or flew off.   Vegeta looked down at the serpent still around his waist. It was strange that it didn’t attack the others or eat the others. It was strange he didn’t wake up either when it moved across his stomach either. The others he could understand but, this one should have woke him up.   “Hey!” Vegeta said poking it in the head. The snake raised up looking at him with itself tongue flicking.“When I say get up. It means you move too like the others.” The snake flicked his tongue twice. “Do not look at me like that!” The snake flicked it forked tongue once more before slivered slowly down the tree. Vegeta watched as the rest of the its body slinked across his bare stomach and the down the tree.   Vegeta jumped out of the tree, beating the snake down it. Vegeta walked farther into the forest where he heard water the night before. As he walked, he looked at the bird in his hand. It’s wing was infected. There was no way it could fly now, moving the wing would be hard enough for it. It would take weeks to heal naturally if it would heal at all. Might as well put it out of it’s misery. Quick and painless.   As he was about to grab it’s head the bird suddenly stood and pushed off his hands. Vegeta stopped as it went two feet before dropping like a stone. Vegeta moved without thinking about it and caught the bird before it hit hard on the forest floor. It tried again but, his wasn’t even able to stand all the way this time. Vegeta’s chest constricted again as this animal was a lot like him. Small, weak from the injury, but wouldn’t give up. Memories rear their ugly heads as Vegeta sunk to his knees as he tried to block them all out again.   Vegeta after long minutes was able to block out the painful memories. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes and was able to stop them from shedding. Standing up again he pulled the bird to his chest, he held the small, nearly broken form to him to started walking to the water again for a needed bath and to clean out the wing’s wound. The only way it could get any better and to cleanse out the infection. But, even with that it was a very long road to recovery.   X)(X   The day just started but, Bulma was already up and bitting her nails. She wanted Vegeta to be where she could see him. It wasn’t that she thought he was in danger out there. It was that she missed his presence even if it was different than before. If she had to love him like a son then, she would love him like a son until he was normal again.   Piccolo was the only other one up at this hour. But, somehow she knew Vegeta was up too. Once the sun was up so was he. Only three times he wasn’t and the third time was her doing.   The first time was right after the gravity room explosion. Two days later he slept for three days. Every time she went to check up on him to was soundlessly sleeping and deep sleep. So deep she could go in and touch him without him waking up in anyway where before he would grab the offending arm to start crushing or breaking in a half second or less. She would during certain times of the day, come in just sit watching him. She was mesmerized on how the rays of the sun showed dark red highlights in his hair as his was on his side facing the window. That was the day she found out he had terrible nightmares.   The second time she found him on the balcony. He was the floor against the wall and rail. For a strange reason it was freezing the night before. He was sound asleep even with the sun hitting his right in the face. Bulma only noticed his was out their because he had one leg stretched out straight making his boot visible to other inside at the right angle. Thinking his just left it out their she stormed out, intent of taking it up to his room at throwing it at him for leaving his stuff just anywhere.   But, outside in the fridged air she saw it was attacked the owner still. Scared her felt a pulse. It was strong but, slow as he was asleep. Strangely, he was still warm and she could tell he been their for a long time. Possibly sense nightfall. She bent down looking over him. He was in the usually blue skintight suit he wear and unlike when he was awake, there wasn’t a scowl. It seemed to take years off his handsome face. Unable to resist Bulma touched his hair finding it soft and moveable. Yet, it stayed perfectly in place under intense gravity. It was strange but, it fascinating too. Bulma knowing she was pushing her luck, stood up and went inside only to come back seconds later with a blanket. She through it over him before going back inside to warm up.   Bulma stood their by the window thinking about all the times they had, good or bad. Now Vegeta was a child that don’t remember her or even know her name. She hated this.   X)(X   Vegeta stopped in front of the lake that was rippling from the wind. The scene was calm and even breathtaking. Vegeta stirped down and stepped in the cold yet, not freezing water. Setting his injured friend on his pants close to the shore. The bird did nothing but, lay there not even making a peep. Vegeta went under the water diving to the bottom. Vegeta grabbed onto a plant pulling himself down as he started to float back up. Setting his feet on the muddy and sandy ground Vegeta watched the fish swim past him with no fear. That was foolish but, he let the small fries go. It would take a hundred of them to start filling his appetite. He knew that there had to be at least one big one down here. As he let go of the plant slowly floating up, he noticed a huge shape coming to him. Vegeta smiled as he swam up closer to the surface, waiting.   At the last second Vegeta broke through the water landing by his clothes. The huge fish broke through the water jumping high into the air. Vegeta looked over at the tree. Vegeta using his mind, broke a thick branch off and thrusted towards the scaley monster fish. It speared though the fish’s head and out of it tail. It fell the ground still alive but, not by much. Vegeta turned back to his one article of clothing. Moving the bird he dressed within a matter of seconds even being sopping wet. Once, finished he picked up the bird and raised his other hand letting his ki and mental powers do the work.   X)(X   Bulma ran into Piccolo as he was coming up stairs. After a moment of rubbing her head she looked at him sorely before calming down knowing it was partly her fault.   “Sorry.” Bulma just shook her head.   “It’s fine. Were you coming to get me or what?”   “Yes, Vegeta’s ki has flared up a few times. I think we should check on him.”   “Okay! Let’s go.” Bulma ran out the building’s entrance as Piccolo followed with more restrain than her.   X)(X   Vegeta looked up and was happy with his work of the makeshift outdoor barbecue. The now dead, gutted, and cooking fish would take a little time. Taking his injured companion to the river, his kneeled down and taking one hand softly rubbing the water against the wound. The bird squawked in pain that Vegeta understood all too well. Vegeta stopped and brought it out of the water.   “I should call you something. . . . Vulcausa. It means one who is healing.” Vegeta reaches into his pocket ripping out the cloth line of it. Sitting on the ground he tore the material into one long strip. Slowly Vegeta started rapping the wing was too scared or weak to fight him. Tying it firmly in front. “There. All cleaned out and covered. That should help recovery.” The smell of fish filled the air making him hungrier by the second. Moving to his meal he sat down to his cooked fish and tore a piece off and inhaled it. Remembering he wasn’t alone he tore off a small piece.   “Here. Eat. You will need your strength for healing.” The bird picked at the meat with his beak but, didn’t eat it.   “You do not like it. Perhaps you are one who eats only plants and things from plants.” Vegeta was thinking to himself. That day was ridiculous. My mind so overworked and my body under stress. That is all. I need to reboot but, everything else was inexcusable. Vegeta cleared his head noticing two kis least than four feet from him. If that was an enemy I be dead. I have to stop letting my guard down. I am better than this! Vegeta calmed down not wanting a coughing fit.   “Namekic. Human female. Get lost. The last thing I need is you.”   “Bul-ma. My name is Bulma! And he is Piccolo. Can’t you call us by are names?”   “Who said I am staying on this planet long enough to learn your names? I have too many things on my list I must finish. I can not take a vacation right now.” Vegeta torn off another huge chuck of meat, that was nearly the one whole side of the fish and ate it quickly.   The bird chirped a bit making Vegeta look down. Vegeta looked around in the trees for some kind of fruit that it might eat. Piccolo heard the bird and noticed the sound was coming from or next to Vegeta. Piccolo fazed quickly meeting a blast two inches from his face in Vegeta’s palm. Piccolo gasped silently through his teeth as Vegeta saw it coming. Vegeta took it as an attack action and little would change his mind. The blast wasn’t too powerful but, that wasn’t what bothering him. It was the reaction time. If Vegeta wanted to attack both him and Bulma be dead before he saw an attack coming. Vegeta eyes held a warning and the only one he would get more than likely. Vegeta powered down putting his feet back on the ground.   Vegeta turned from him for a moment before delivering a sharp blow. Piccolo’s eyes bugged at the unexpected pain and dropping to his knees arms around his stomach. Vegeta with one hand grabbed Piccolo’s pointed ear bringing his closer to him. Whispering something in the Namekic’s ear. After a moment Vegeta let go of Piccolo’s ear and turned his head to him.   “Understand?” Before Piccolo could answer, Vegeta gave him a knee under on the chin and twisted giving a one hand smash to the back of the head. “I hope soon. I hate repeating myself.” Bulma found her voice.   “Vegeta. There was no need for that.” Vegeta looked over his shoulder at her with bored eyes.   “Shows you what you know.” Before Bulma could take offense, Vegeta jumped over to the other side of the lake.   “Vegeta!” Bulma screamed but, Vegeta paid her no mind and, walked out into the forest on the other side with one arm down at his side with the other close to his body like he was hurt or carrying something light.   Piccolo groaned in pain of the blows. It was painful but, nothing was long term. The look, what he said and the blows were all warnings. Vegeta was being nice. Next time would be different.   “Piccolo. You okay?”   “More than I should with Vegeta’s attacks. But, he wasn’t meaning to injury long. It was a warning.”   “Warning? I hate to see the first offense than.”   “Apparently, Goku visited Vegeta and know of Vegeta’s bad habit.” She put her hand in her hand feeling it was her fault talking about it so capsule corp. Goku meant well but, hated people in his bussniess.   “Great. Now he’s in a foul mood.”   “You think?” Piccolo said rubbing his one ear.   X)(X   Vegeta climbed up to a tree the was planted in a long while ago by mistake since to was the only tree with apples in this forest. Plucking one up he split it open.   “Here.” The bird pecked again at the offering. It went straight to the core. Vegeta watched with interest. “You eat seeds. Interesting.” His tail twirled around the next one and brought another down. Taking three saiyan sized bites he left only the core and let Valcausa eat the seeds out of it.   After a good fifteen minutes Valcausa had it’s fill and Vegeta jumped down wondering what to do next. His remaining people were his next concern. He had to go back even, if he wanted nothing more than to stay out of that lizard’s line of sight. Duty and honor though made that impossible. The logical thing was to go back to the building and see if they had to equipment or materials needed.   X)(X   The others were for the most part up for one reason of another. One was watching the early morning new seeing a reporter talking about a strange sight.   “Today. Witnesses found this man hung upside down gagged and blindfolded. The rescuers and trying to undo the man from the strange bonds which covered his body head to toe. The seem very hard to break. More in a half an hour. Back to you Hojo.” The t.v. was put on mute.   “That was Yamcha.” Eighteen said lounging on the couch. She was shocked for a moment then was all smiles. “He’s never looked better.” She was the only one watching t.v. and she wasn’t going to tell anyone.   “Hey, hon.” Eighteen grabbed the remote and started clicking. “Anything good on?”   “Junk.” Eighteen said turning the tv off. “But, it’s six in the morning. That is normal.”   “Where is everyone?”   “Chi-chi’s in the kitchen, Goku’s asleep, Tien and choaitsue aren’t back yet, Bulma and Piccolo come in from outside a bit early, Yamcha . . .” She smiled seeing the flashes of the new report. “I can’t say where he is exactly. Marron’s home with her favorite babysitter.”   “Right. Which one is that again?”   “Launch.”   “Oh! Launch.” Krillen started to turn when the name registered in his brain. “Launch! But-but-but if she sneezes she’ll-she’ll . . . ” Krillen couldn’t complete the sentence his was so flustered.   “Don’t worry. Roshi and oolong are long gone went she showed up. Since there is not any ‘pig-headed boys’ there. She won’t start shooting anything. Marron thinks it’s funny when she changes. Now Tell me Krillen. Is it true her and Tien were . . . ”   She stopped as Vegeta walked in the front door like he owned the place. Which he did but, that was besides the point as he rudely shoved the greeting bot out of the way as it tried to greet him good morning.   “Wouldn’t want to met him in a dark alley.” Krillen said as Vegeta floated up the stairs.   “Trust me. You wouldn’t want to meet him on a crowded street.” Krillen look back at her.   “Yeah, your right.”

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Vegeta opened the lab door ignoring the old man inside, and shut the door hard. He looked over the equipment with distaste. Everything seemed so dated it wasn’t even worthy of mocking. The old man stopped his work and came over to him oblivious to Vegeta’s mood.   “Can I help you, . . . Vegeta?” Dr. Briefs asking slowly, still not believe this child was his son-in-law.   “I do not know. Can your entrails be conformed into a microinvisbatilor?” Dr. Briefs even with his knowledge of technology had no clue what that was. Vegeta sensing his didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, quickly got bored with him. “Never mind old man. It is beyond your limited comprehension. Just do not get in my way.” Vegeta moving away to the materials on the floor. Kneeling down at the pile of scraps of parts and metals.   Valcausa started moving around a bit as Vegeta was moving the metal around. Looking back at the old man, Vegeta walked towards him in a threatening matter. “Listen closely, old man.” Vegeta grabbed his shirt pulling him down to his eye level. “Hold Valcausa. If Valcausa does a much as breaths hard, I will rip your heart out of your chest and stuff it back down your throat and watch your choke on it, Understand?” Dr. Briefs nodded quickly and Vegeta let go of his shirt, grabbing his wrist forcing the palm up. Then Vegeta carefully placed his bird in Dr. Briefs’ hand before quickly turning back to his work without another word.   Digging into the pile Vegeta examined each piece for it value or lack of it. Vegeta picked up a piece of sheet metal. He hit in lightly with the back of his hand. It was kinda thin but, it would work as a base and protective outside layer. Setting it behind him to continued to dig through the pile.   “Junk.” He said tossing a mental piece over his shoulder which hit the wall hard. “Privative.” Vegeta again threw another piece of equipment his shoulder. “Junk, junk, junk. Oh and look it is more junk!” Vegeta said throwing four pieces at the same time bored with them. Vegeta was about to throw another piece when he took a second look at it and down at the piece by his leg. Picking them both up he looked at them closely and smiled. “It is not a microinvisbatilor. But, it will due.” Vegeta turned sitting on his knees going to work on his project.   X)(X   Eighteen and Krillen moved to the kitchen who was shortly joined by Tien and Choaisue. Who coming over earlier than they said they would.   “So he just came in a knocked down the greeting bot? That’s all?”   “And went upstairs. Made a beeline for it really.”   “You think something happened?”   “I couldn’t say. Maybe. Who can tell with him, young or normal?” No one could argue with that but, some things about Vegeta were coming clearer. But, more questions came in their places. Vegeta was a complex person with issues. But, he was there went you needed him and, no one could deny that. He was a highly tactical and brilliant fighter. He proved that on the park grounds yesterday. He was out matched in power and out numbered eight to one and he was still wiping that cans all over the place. To top it off he was sick as a dog with an illness that would kill all most anyone, even with them on bed rest. Vegeta was amazing in any different areas.   A knock caught their attention and the greeting bot came in the kitchen.   “There is a miss Vidal here. Shall I let her in?”   “What do you think?” Eighteen said to Krillen with an evil smile. “Shall we let Gohan’s girlfriend in?”Before waiting for an answer she turned back to the robot. “Sure.” With that it turned to let her in. A few moments she came into the kitchen smiling a bit.   “Dende said I could find everyone here.” The others nodded.   “Have some tea, Vidal. Not everyone is up just yet and, Gohan is still asleep too.” Everyone sweat dropped as Eighteen said that. Vidal’s cheeks redden as her tempter rose.   “What is that suppose to mean? Are you implying we are together?” Eighteen simply shook her head.   “No, of coarse not.” Vidal nodded quickly sitting down at the empty spot.   She poured a cup and took it to her mouth. “I’m not implying. I know you two are.” Vidal spilt out the tea looking at her.   “We are not!” Goku came in rubbing his eyes like a little kid.   “What’s going on?”   “Nothing.” Both Vidal and Eighteen said at the same time.   “It’s a whole lot of screaming for nothing.”   “IT’S NOTHING!” Goku recoiled as they both screamed at him. Goku nervously put his hand behind his head and a small laugh followed.   “My bad.” Goku said walking backwards towards the exit. “I think I will stay in the living room now. Bye.” Everyone else tried to stop the laughter but, failed as the greatest hero was scared off by two angry women and neither one was his wife.   X)(X   Doctor Briefs slowly moving closer to Vegeta seeing him using parts of the broken pieces to create a new part. A growl passed Vegeta’s lips as the doctor got closer to him.   “Back off old man before you get hurt.” The doctor slowly moved back. His was starting to believe this child really was Vegeta. He could intimidate him just by a few words like Vegeta could. Only a few minutes pasted and Vegeta was nearly done. Only a few move pieces and it would be complete.   Vegeta picked up his creation and set it on the table in front of him. Looked over he saw a stool and pulled it with his mind. It slid across the floor stopping behind Vegeta. Using his tail, Vegeta pulled it closer to the table and sat down working the inside of his invention as Dr. Briefs was studded as the stool moving on it’s own on Vegeta’s will. That kind if power was not common like the ki power he had always seen.   X)(X   Bulma gave up sleeping and went down stairs to the kitchen not noticing Goku on the couch. She was surprised to see Vidal, Tien, and Choaisue along with the others in there. Putting it past her see smiled accepting the coffee Chi-Chi gave her, knowing Bulma didn’t want tea this early in the morning.   “Hey, guys. Why so early?”   “Same could be said about you.” Bulma nodded.   “Yes, I know. I didn’t sleep much.”   “Well, so far Vegeta is calm. No incidents yet, unless you count pushing down the greeting bot.” Bulma giggled slightly.   “He always hated that thing. About eight years ago I reprogrammed it not to greet Vegeta at all but, it didn’t recognize Vegeta’s new look, I guess.” Her giggles turned sour as her thoughts turned depressing.   “You know maybe it was one of the wizard’s spells. Like when he made Vegeta go all evil. Or maybe that spell had a side effect.” Chi-Chi said as the thought came to her.   “So we get the dragonballs and wish the people back at the wizard’s spell to be removed. Simple.” Krillen said stating the obvious. Bulma looked down at the table.   “No. I don’t think it’s that simple. Nothing is ever that simple with Vegeta.”   X)(X\   Vegeta separated his strains of hair getting one from away from the others and pulled it out. Not even wincing at the root came with it. Rapping the strain around one of the newly made pieces he transfused some of his ki it into so it would act like a power coil.   X)(X   The others in the kitchen and Goku in the living room felt Vegeta ki rise. All bolted upstairs knowing even the slightest ki would kill or destroy almost anything. Vidal and Bulma watched the other before moving themselves. Bulma had a good idea why they were moving so fast and Vidal out of curiosity. They went straight to the lab door throwing it open. Dr. Briefs nearly had a heart attack while Vegeta didn’t even lift his head.   The others were stunned seeing Vegeta actually working on some kind of invention. It seemed so un-Vegeta like. Everyone moving slowly into the room so not to disturb him or make him ki-blast throwing mad. Bulma summoned her courage to speak.   “Vegeta what are you doing?” Vegeta showed no signs of even hearing her.   Vegeta push off the stool back at the pile of meaningless junk looking her something. Picking up some wires he jumped back up on the stool dropping them on the table next to his creation. Something missing here. I need . . . Vegeta seeing a clash of different color next to the plain white wall, he saw the others for the first time. Vegeta wasn’t alarmed by their presences or him not noticing them there until not. Vegeta simply looked back down at his incomplete invention. Vegeta looked back at the group and noticed something that made him smile.   “Namekic. Do come here and give me a hand if you will.” Piccolo looked at him and then at the others who shrugged their shoulders. Piccolo gulped as he had a bad feeling about this but, moved to Vegeta’s side anyways. “Thanks. Now put your hand right here and fan it out.”   “Okay.” Piccolo hesitated before doing so. “Like this?” Vegeta moved his fingers a little wider apart.   “There. Like that.”
The others heard a sharp cry of pain as Piccolo hand was sliced off at the wrist and Piccolo against the wall glaring at Vegeta. Vegeta looked back confused slightly but, more amused than anything.   “What? I asked you if you would.”   “That not what you meant.”   “It is not? I said it. I think I would know what I meant. The thing is what you though it meant. So, Namekic. Out of curiosity, when I said give me a hand. What did you think I meant?”   “Help.”   “Help? From you?” Vegeta started laughing holding his chest for a few moments before stopping slowly shaking his head. “It does not matter. Re-grow your hand and stop whining about it. Be luck you are a race that can do that.” Vegeta picked up Piccolo hand and slowly with his ki burned off the skin.   Vidal fought the urge to throw-up looked on in horror as Vegeta did his work. Piccolo closed his eyes in concentration and regrew his hand.   Clenching it a few times Piccolo mentally cursed Vegeta for that. Vegeta turned his head to Piccolo clicking his tongue at him.   “Now. Now Namekic. You should not use that kind of foul speech. It is most unrefined and completely bounderish behavior. It is most unbecoming.” Vegeta smirked at him at Piccolo moving up against the wall not trusting his legs as the shocked his system.   “You’re a mind reader! How . . . you weren’t . . . I mean . . .” Vegeta raised his hand telling him to be quiet.   “I am not a mind reader per say. But, your thoughts are unguarded and there is a link to another person somewhere in his house. Not is this room but, close. The link in open without you noticing it. And forgive the saying but, I am piggyback riding on the link’s signal. Get over it.”   “Then it should work both ways.” Vegeta started using the wires and connecting to Piccolo detached hand inside the metal casing.   “Yes. If I my thoughts were open like yours are. But, I never let the mental wall down even in sleep or unconsciously. I can not risk anyone to get any information that I have. So I never release my mental barrier therefore, you can not do the same to me as I am to you. Yes, unfair but, true. Deal with it. The universe is an unfair place.”   The Vegeta twisted the newly power coil and watched the device come to life. With a smirk, he slid the last piece of metal into place inclosing the entire inner workings of his device. “Now I need is . . .” He looked at the computer and smiled. “That will due.”   Vegeta grabbed his invention and pushed with his mind again to move the stool to the computer without getting up. Lifting the stool this time Vegeta floated it back to the computer desk. Vegeta jumped on the desk connecting the computer to his device within moments. Turning on the computer Vegeta started typing unhumanly fast. Then Vegeta just stopped turning to the others not saying anything. He started tapping the desk growing impatient.   “If you do not get a signal in the next five seconds, I am going to blast you into bits. One, two, three, four, fi . . .” The computer beeped signaling his got a message. “About time.”   Vegeta turned back to the computer screen. He tapping a few keys the monitor showing an alien of some sort. Vegeta smirked as the aliens shrank back to the sight. Vegeta cleared his throat.   “Yoojin. Ueusin srtfdbin sdrfsaain dffdsgin kdrrtsin fwaehbrin fjufhein uhslkfkin ain in dfin sdin asdgonin Frezia? Kedain jeasrin louin dwerioin tewbin gersin. Uhgyin jgiin Yoojin.”   “Frezia! Urhedin ddfdkjjhfin fvjwfin fdfin dffhfdwfefklrgwhfin rdfin in dfin efin wfin erfrin iwdfin dfefin eerfwfin!”   “Fwfehewrfin rffin!” Vegeta yelled loudly, clearly angry.   “Dffrfin rffin! Fefrfrin edtgrefin, hdiebrifin, afiin ujrheiin Vegeta. Dfrrfin rffin!” Vegeta untensed his back forcing a calm smile.   “Dfiebfkfnefin Yoojin. Kiuedbin.” Hitting the delete key he killed the uplink. Vegeta slowly unattached the device to the computer and got out off the stool.   Before anyone could say a word Vegeta threw his invention down hard on the ground. Showing that anger he was known for, Vegeta smashed the casing with his foot before his started jumping up and down on it turning all that was inside the metal and what was left of Piccolo’s hand casing into powder all while cursing his native tongue. Stopping a minute later huffing in anger and rage. “Dfrrfin Rffin.”   His held his chest as the painful feeling of his lungs filling came again. He had to calm down or his would kill himself with his anger. Vegeta resisting the urge to cough smoothed his hair back feeling the strains snap back into place. He did not have a clue what I was talking about. He could he not know. He was not lying either. I do not understand this. Could? Could these people be telling me the truth? No! Impossible! Are can make people grow old but, you can not make people young again. Then there could be no such thing as old age then! There must be a reason for this! I will figure this out. Vegeta slowly moved to the door and everyone moved out of the way. Vegeta stopped and turned back to Doctor Briefs taking Valcausa back and continued on his way.   Everyone stood there shocked beyond belief. Vegeta was technologically brilliant. Something Vegeta never showed before and was able to control his tempter for the most part again something Vegeta wasn’t known for. Things weren’t adding up right. Vegeta was different. Too different. Something was up with that. Vegeta went back into the room that he and the blue-haired female where in earlier. Moving to the middle of the room Vegeta sat on the ground crossing his legs. He set Valcausa down on the floor next to him not worried about her getting lost. Vegeta closed his eyes.   “After some meditation we will go get something to eat.” Vegeta said before him slipped deeper in his core of his sub-conscious trying to soft out all his issues at hand.   The door opened which made Vegeta snap out of it and he turned to the door with an evil look making Chi-Chi pull the door close again quickly. Vegeta smirked and again went deep into meditation. Valcausa looked at her caretaker and settled down on the floor next to his feet. Her pecked at her bandage for moment before settling down to sleep for a while