Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blast Off ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2:

Her eyes fluttered momentarily before they opened, squinting in the harsh florescent light. She inhaled sharply has her surroundings registered in her mind. She was in Vegeta s gravity simulator. She quickly got to her feet. The room was empty. Her heart jumped in her brief panic, but as her eyes darted around the simulator searching for Yamcha and Vegeta she spied the open trap door leading to the living quarters in the lower level.

She bounded down the stairs, anxious to find out what had happened. She found Yamcha in the living room sprawled out on the crookedly placed couch, his hurt leg rested on several couch cushions. She nearly pounced on him in excitement. Yamcha! Where are we, what s going on? She said bending over him. Only a low moan escaped his throat.

Sorry, Bulma, I'm a little disoriented right now. My leg is killing me! He whined, screwing up his face in a contortion of pain.

Oh, do shut up! Came Vegeta s voice from the next room. He was kneeling on the kitchen floor in front of the freezer. Stop crying about your bloody leg when there are bigger things to worry about! He stormed over to the couch and unceremoniously dumped a bag of ice on Yamcha s leg.

He yelped and hissed in pain. What s this for? It s freezing!

Vegeta scoffed, No shit Sherlock, it s ice. I don t have any pain killers and it'll help the swelling." Bulma only spared a glance at the ex-bandit's injury, but his orange gi and boots were still on. Vegeta continued unenthusiatically. "I thought I d do you a favor and numb it a bit before I set it. His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Yamcha was oblivious. His eyes were wide as saucers.

What do you mean set it? I thought you said you had some senzus left over! He shrieked in alarm.

I do. Vegeta said sharply. But senzus only mend bones, they don t magically put them back in the right place. I have to snap it back together before it ll heal. He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and turned to head back into the kitchen.

What?! Yelped Yamcha, and opened his mouth to object some more but Bulma cut in.

Wait, Vegeta, what s going on? Where are we? He paused mid-stride and glanced at her over his shoulder.

Somewhere in the Yon Quadrant.

Bulma gestured for him to say more. Like I have any idea what that means! She huffed, following him into the small kitchenette. It was an absolute mess. There was an array of kitchen utensils scattered around the floor, all the draws and cabinet doors were wide-open and Vegeta was standing on the countertop reaching for something in the tallest cupboard. Vegeta!

What? He snapped. She had just enough time to duck a stirring spoon he threw over his shoulder.

What the hell are you doing? She asked, exasperated.

Looking for a knife, woman, what do you want? Bulma raised a weary eyebrow- knife? - but decided against asking for an explanation.

Can ya fill me in here please?

He snorted. We re headed into the South Galaxy-

WAIT, why the hell are we going in the opposite direction of Earth? Bulma sputtered, interrupting.

I was getting to that. He huffed back. The ship is malfunctioning and I can t re-plot the course. Actually, I can t steer the ship at all. To be honest, I don t even know exactly where we are because the radar and location equipment isn t working either-

You re kidding me! Exclaimed Bulma, bringing both hands to her forehead. He shot her a sharp look.

No. I--

But it s impossible for the ship to be malfunctioning this much! You didn t hit the console that hard! And my father just did a maintenance check right before-

Vegeta made a face. I didn t hit it that hard. Yamham here-

Yamcha. She corrected him.

Stop interrupting me!" He demanded, eyes flashing. He paused for a moment longer before continuing. "Yamchop here was fucking with the controls during his little training session.

Oh! Bulma scowled, clenching her fists angrily.

Anyway, I don t know where we are now, but I know where we should-- where we will end up. Vegeta jumped down from the counter holding a mean looking butcher knife in his fist. I'm in connection with the monarch on that planet. I'll get us back. Well . . . I'll get me back at least. He marched back into the living room, chuckling at his own sadistic humor. Bulma followed at his heels, too anxious to laugh or chide him for making such an awful joke (though, she reminded herself, he probably was not kidding).

Well, when are we getting back to Earth?

Vegeta snatched the ice bag off Yamcha s knee. Wait, Vegeta, you said to keep it on for twenty minutes! Yamcha cried, eyeing the knife wearily.

I lied. Vegeta replied simply. Yamcha was nearly having a heart attack. The sooner we get this done, the sooner you can stop your bitching and the sooner I can get some sleep.

Hey! Wha-What are you gonna do with that na-knife? He said jumping a little as Vegeta bent over him. You can t cut me with it! It s not sterile!

Relax, I m not cutting you, I m cutting off your pants leg so I can see what I m doing. There was a certain smugness in his voice that Yamcha didn t like, but he chose not to remark. He still flinched as Vegeta brought the knife up the seam of his gi. He stopped at the knee.

The sight of Yamcha s darkly bruised and slightly deformed knee didn t faze Vegeta in the least, but Bulma nearly lost her last meal. Whenever that had been. I can t tell you exactly how long it will take us to get back to Earth . . . Said Vegeta to Bulma as he examined Yamcha s knee. We ve probably been flying somewhere around two to three days already. . . He pressed on the inside of Yamcha s knee, and Yamcha jolted and yelled loudly. But with the time it will take to repair the ship . . . He grabbed Yamcha s ankle with his left hand and pulled, and with his other hand he twisted his knee outward. Yamcha let out a bloodcurdling scream and clenched his fists so tight his palms bled. Vegeta held out a senzu and Yamcha, tears welling in his eyes, grabbed it and swallowed it whole. It could take us days. Maybe even a week. He shrugged.

A week?! She shrieked.

Ooow! Moaned Yamcha. How long does it take a senzu to work?

Depending on how willing the Nolvernians are to help us and how good a mechanic we can find &yea. He said coolly. He was oddly calm about the whole thing. Now, I m going to sleep. Wake me when you see a big planet right in front of us. With that he disappeared for the rest of the night. Both Bulma and Yamcha stared after him before giving each other a weary, nervous look.