Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonded by Pain and Blood ❯ Burnt asses and knocked out saiyans ( Chapter 3 )

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Warning: If you can't tolerate the thought that some characters from DBZ are homosexual, then don't read any further! No flames either!

Hello, I know you people don't read these little messages from the author so here's what I have to say: squash, pickle, toilet seat, vegetable, polyester, and underwear. Thank you.

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Whenever Vegeta wanted to be alone to meditate, he would fly himself to the top of the Capsule Corp. building. The structure was domed, but the top part was flat. There were no stairs, and you couldn't see the top of the building unless you were flying, so it was the perfect spot to hide from the world. (Especially from a certain blue-haired harpy)

Vegeta sat down on the roof top indian-style and closed his eyes. The warm sun was beaming down on his shoulders. That spot was the perfect place to get a good tan. He would meditate in the nude, which is what he did often because he didn't like tan lines to ruin his perfect body. Besides, who was going to see all the way up there?

Vegeta didn't like to meditate often. When he did, the memories would come back, and very few of them were pleasant. Awful memories of pain, his regrets, and mostly of the people that he butchered under Freeza's control. Their faces would swirl around him in a rainbow of colors. Men and Women. Young and old. Species after species after species. They were countless. Vegeta would get into these trance-like states that he couldn't control, for hours. And the more time passed, the more faces he would see. They haunted him in his dreams as well as when he was awake. All he would do is close his eyes and there they were. Waiting for him.

It all started when he began living with the Briefs. He didn't know why it was happening now. Perhaps after he first died, the spirits of the dead caught up with him and followed him back into the realm of the living when he was wished back. Or perhaps it was his guilty conscience haunting him. Oh, how the guilt was heavy on his shoulders. Freeza may have forced him to do it as a child, but he was responsible for their deaths, and the memories were becoming unbearable.

The thirst for battle was in his blood. That, he couldn't help. It was passed down from Father to Son and Mother to Daughter for countless generations in his kind. There was no denying the fact that he and death go well together. There was a difference, however, between the deaths of soldiers and the deaths of children. Soldiers were willing to fight and to die for their world. It was in their blood as much as it was in his. There was honor in facing your enemy without fear on the battlefield. Vegeta enjoyed the struggle of life and death between himself and those soldiers. He destroyed many enemies. All he sent to their maker with honor. But children? They had just barely begun life, and he came like a devil and snuffed them out. There was no honor in their deaths. None of them fought back; they were too terrified and too weak to do so. Some would be crying for their mothers whom he had killed in front of them. Some, who could talk, would plead not to hurt them. And others would do nothing. They would be like docile cattle, waiting for the slaughter. Their blank faces were the hardest to block out.

How Vegeta wished that he could just go back to being cold and ruthless. The images of crying children didn't bother him then. Just seeing a human child would make him run to a secluded place so he could be sick. But at the thought of becoming like he was, the dark Saiyan Prince, the taste of vomit would rise to his throat.

He would never let on to anyone about his remorse. That would ruin his badass image and make him appear to be weak, and he would not have that. He could imagine his Father, the King of Vegeta-sei, being ashamed of his weak son.

These thoughts were debilitating to Vegeta. Why couldn't he be free of them? They were interrupting his training, his goal to becoming a Super Saiyan, and his life. Sometimes he felt the urge to talk to someone, but who would listen? Who would give him the time of day to hear him bitch and moan of his tainted conscience? Certainly not Kakkorot. He is a fellow Saiyan, but he would probably pound him into the earth after learning more about his dark past. Not Bulma either, although she was the closest thing he had to a friend. He didn't know why, but he just didn't want her to see him in that light. He didn't want her to be afraid of him.

No, it was best to keep the past to himself.

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After the shopping fiasco, Bulma decided that she just needed to have some time off to herself. That scene with Yamcha and that sales clerk unnerved her quite a bit. When she went back into the dressing room she opened the curtain a crack so she could see what Yamcha would do if the sales clerk did hit on him. What she expected was for Yamcha to attack him for even thinking that he might be gay, but his reaction was the exact opposite.

"Nah, I'm just imagining it. Yamcha was just very stunned by that guy. That's all. " She thought out loud. "But it would explain a lot of things, like his shyness of women and why he's such a good dresser and why he's so close to his baseball buddies." Said a small voice in the back of her head. She shook her head. "NO! Yamcha is not gay! He's been my boyfriend for years, and we're going to get married and that's final!" Bulma gave a heavy sigh. "I need to relax."

Bulma went straight to her room and crawled under her bed. She started moving boxes and things away and began clawing at the floorboards. One of them gave way to her strong fingernails and she tugged it loose from the floor. She found what she was looking for in a space underneath it: a small bag of weed joints. She held up the cellophane bag in front of her and gave a sigh of relief. She knew it was bad of her to smoke it, and if she ever got caught, she would be in a world of trouble. But she didn't do it often, and it helped her to calm down.

She replaced the floorboards and got out from under her bed. There was only one place that she would ever get enough privacy for her to smoke: the rooftop of the C.C. building. When she was little, she discovered a hidden staircase in one of the top floor workshops that led to a hatch in the roof. No one ever knew about it, so she used the roof as her little place of solitude. She never saw anyone go there before, so she thought she was safe.

Bulma wrapped herself in her purple bathrobe (with the bag and a lighter in her pocket) and headed for the workshop. It was a sunny day outside, so she decided that she might as well get a good tan while she was up there. And what better way to do it but in the nude?

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Vegeta snapped out of his trance-like meditation when his sharp ears picked up the small click of the hatch being unlocked underneath him. "So there is a way up here." Someone had discovered a way to his hiding spot. Well he would make that hapless person pay.

He quickly gathered his cloths and flew over to a smokestack that was large enough to hide behind. The hatch opened, and up popped a blue head from the area he was just sitting on. Vegeta watched her with interest. She looked around, and after being satisfied that it was safe, she hoisted herself up. He noticed that she was wearing only a cotton bathrobe and that she was pulling a bag out of one of the pockets. She reached in the bag and took out a lighter and a strange looking cigarette. From where he was, it didn't smell like tobacco. "So little miss perfect has a few secrets, huh?" He thought to himself. What he saw next almost made his eyes pop out of his head. Bulma disrobed her completely naked self and laid the robe flat on the roof for her to sit on. Her body was even more perfect then he imagined it would be. Delicious thoughts entered Vegeta head as he smiled to himself. This was going to be fun!

Bulma sat down on her robe. She lit the joint on her lips and inhaled deeply. She started to relax as her brain got fuzzy from the evil smelling narcotic. She leaned back and closed her eyes to enjoy the sun beating down on her naked body. The wind rustled her hair a bit. To Vegeta, she looked like a content goddess bathed in light. She ran her fingers through her silky blue hair. She inhaled again as all her worries escaped her thoughts for the time being.

Bulma was at the height of her buzz when she felt a shadow fall over her. "Damn clouds!" she said. She was thinking of moving to a sunnier spot when she heard a silky voice speak to her.

"You're in my spot, onna."

Bulma's eyes snapped open to see the silhouette of a short, but muscular, man with flame-like hair hovering over her. Her heart stopped beating for a second. She let out an ear-piercing scream and attempted to cover herself, but only succeeded in rolling herself off the roof.

"Kuso!" he shouted. Vegeta shot after Bulma as she was quickly sliding down the back of the C.C. building. The world was spinning around Bulma. She thought that this was the end when she felt a strong arm grab around her naked waist. Before she knew it, she was floating a few feet above the roof of the C.C. building. When her senses came back to her, she realized who it was that startled her in the first place.

"Let me go Vegeta!" She screamed as she pounded his bare chest with her fists. Vegeta chuckled in amusement as she struggled. He enjoyed holding her soft body in his arms. Now if she were a Saiyan, he'd be having some real fun.

As she was pounding away, Bulma realized that he was as naked as she. His body (as well as some…er… other places) was hard as a rock. She had never been this close to the prince. Her cheeks flushed red as she stiffened in his embrace.

"You sure you want me to?" he said in a husky tone. Vegeta gave her the sexiest smirk that he had. His tail was snaking up her thigh and around her waist.

"Maybe?" She squeaked in an uncertain tone. Her breath was caught in her chest. Vegeta could feel her heart race. He raised an eyebrow at her as he slowly lowered them to about six inches above the rooftop.

Vegeta seductively whispered in her ear, "Close your mouth woman you look like a goldfish." and dropped her on her ass.

Bulma landed with a hard `oomph' and glared at her `rescuer'. She remembered that she was only in her birthday suit and scrambled to get her robe on.

Vegeta look at her with his arms crossed and shook his head. "You silly humans. So embarrassed of your bodies. Are you going to thank me or what?"

"Thank you!? You're the reason why I fell off in the first place! Now I have a rug burn on my ass from sliding down a hot metal building!" she screeched.

"Well it wasn't my fault that you were getting stoned off you ass. By the way, isn't that illegal in this region?"

Bulma growled at Vegeta's indigence. She picked up one of his heavy white and gold tipped boots and threw it at him as hard as she could. Vegeta smirked as it completely missed him and went sailing over the C.C. building and landing with a thud followed by a loud `Ouch!'

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Goku thought that it was about time to pay Bulma a visit. It's been three months since he had seen her and he wanted to know how well she and Vegeta were hitting it off. Goku flew most of the way to Capsule Corp. but walked through town so he wasn't mistaken for a UFO or a flying Elvis or something.

He reached the front door and was about the ring the bell when he heard shouting above him. He looked up to see what was going on, and was met with something heavy that hit him square between the eyes.

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Bulma leaned over the top of the building to see a knocked out man lying spread eagle on his back.

"Do you think he's dead?" she said in a concerned tone.

"Of course not. It's that clown Kakkorot. His head is so thick that nothing could penetrate it." Vegeta smiled to himself. "At least I can say my boot defeated him."

A look of worry spread over her face. "Oh, God Goku, I'm sorry!" she shouted to him.

Vegeta was tying his hardest not to laugh. "Don't waste your breath woman, he'll be out for the rest of the day."

"I don't know about you, but I'm going down there to help him!" Bulma was heading for the hatch when Vegeta stopped her.

"Just wait, I'll take you down there." He said while hiking up his spandex shorts.

"Oh, no! I'm not receiving any more of your `help' today mister!"

"Too bad, I'm not missing this for the world." Vegeta grabbed her around the waist and flew over the C.C. building.

When he landed, Bulma pushed Vegeta away and ran over to where Goku was lying. A large foot shaped welt was forming on his face. His head was lying to the side with his tongue hanging out.

"Clown!" Vegeta huffed.

"Shutup you! Help me bring him inside."

"I'm not helping that low class weakling!"

"You will if you want that Gravity Room ever running again!"

Vegeta grumbled something in Saiyanese and bent over to pick Goku up.

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