Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Betrayal of Trust ( Chapter 14 )

Butterfly

"What do you mean there's a dead person in your house? Is it walking around or what?"

"No! There's a corpse in Nappa's room and…" Raditz ground to a disgusted stop, "Its revolting Bulma."

"No worries. I'll be right round."

I crumpled my empty can in my right hand with a decisive crunch and ignored the sharp pain caused by a shard of the aluminium disaster. Grabbing my car keys from the kitchen cabinet, I raced out of the front door (slamming it stubbornly behind me) and raced to my speediest car.

Normally I wouldn't be so bothered about reaching Raditz as quickly as time allowed, but I confess I knew a secret that only a few know.

Raditz didn't like dead bodies.

Not particularly useful for a warrior saiyajin, but he was a good actor.

He wasn't afraid of the blood, or the gore - it was just the lifelessness of the bodies that petrified him into silence and a fit of shakes.

Poor Guy!

I pulled up outside his house five minutes later and corrected my appearance that had been stirred up by the air resistance my car had caused whilst racing as fast as I could go.

The door was already open so there was no need to knock. I simply wandered in and up the stairs to where I suspected Raditzu might be.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I silently walked towards the door to Nappa's room.

I pushed it open and there, sitting cross-legged on the floor and in absolute stillness, was my only saiyajin friend.

I stepped into the room in mind of approaching him but just had to stop when the stench of death hit me. It was like walking in a wall of repulsive smell. I looked round the slightly messy room.

There were some masculine clothes discarded on the floor. The trail started by the door and led my eyes to the rumpled bed. The cover was drawn back and there had obviously been some kind of action earlier. But the thing that caught my eye was a few feet away from the double bed.

The rotting corpse of what I had to assume was Nappa's sat like a piece of meat at the butcher's.

I probably wasn't too far off the truth by describing a butcher's.

Forgetting the corpse for a moment I went over to my cowering friend. He was so far entranced that he hadn't even acknowledged I had arrived.

I waved my hand in front of his spaced out face. No reaction.

I slapped him round his spaced out face. No reaction.

So I used the only thing I could to bring him out of it.

I opened my mouth as wide as an ocean and screamed his name so loud plaster crumbled from the old ceiling.

Raditz practically jumped out of his skin.

It was actually quite funny to watch but I knew I shouldn't giggle because this was neither the time nor the place.

I took control of the sticky situation of having a corpse in the house and came up with a few questionable ideas.

"First things first, Raditz," I stopped and checked he was listening and on spotting that he was I carried on with my command, "You have to vaporize the body to dispose of it."

"How?"

Obviously the shock had slowed him down mentally.

I imitated hitting my head in exasperation.

"With a ki blast, dimwit!"

"Oh… yeah…" Raditz mumbled, slightly ashamed of not thinking of that himself.

A few seconds later, the carcass was non-existent. The stain of the blood was still there but that could be dealt with later.

In a friendlier tone than before I told him, "Raditz let's get you out of here."

Taking him gently by the arm, I pulled him out of the murder scene and eventually placed him on an old chair in the slightly grotty kitchen.

The question of who did it was still running a thousand miles per hour through my head but winning the race was the worrisome thought that that murderer may still return and although Raditz, the big, strong saiyajin was here to protect me, he was still too shocked to be much help.

So the worry carried on running.

Just as I placed a cup of tea in front of Raditz (and not one for me - tea was horrible stuff if you ask me), the back door was opened by none other than Vegeta.

Uh oh.

I glanced at the saiyajin sitting by the table and realised he was in quite a delicate state at the moment having the cocky Vegeta around to shame him was not going to be good for his saiyajin pride.

I braced my hands against the short man's shoulders and pushed him quickly back out the door.

When the door was shut I explained to Vegeta about the dead body and that Raditz wasn't in a good mood (I refrained from telling him the absolute truth about the way Raditz was), and reluctantly that I was actually a little worried the killer would return or something.

When I said that, I could see the humour smirk play up onto his lips.

"Don't be silly, Woman," he berated me, "Why should you worry about me killing you, you're not that annoying yet."

I put two and two together and surprisingly enough I got four.

Vegeta was the executioner of Nappa.

My inquisitive mind took over and before I knew it my curiosity had asked him why.

"It's very simple. Nappa was you're attacker <this caused a bit of a shock for me> and as you are my acquaintance it was a matter of pride," he hesitated before telling me the last two words but eventually his arrogance and want to show off took over, "Saiyajin Pride."

And at that I was dumbfounded.

Vegeta was a saiyajin.

I had always suspected something different about him but I had always thought that if he were, he would have the decency to tell me, his friend of 15 years (we had played together as two year olds), that he was one, along with Goku and his family.

"How could you not tell me?" I stuttered.

"It's simple. I did not trust you enough-"

"You didn't trust me enough?" I cut him short, "I'm you're friend of 15 bloody years! I've known you the longest out of nearly anyone on the planet, and you didn't trust me enough?"

I was nearly in tears to my humiliation. I was just so pissed off over this. This was the man, sorry, saiyajin who had practically been my only true friend for a few weeks now and I had just found out that he had been deluding me for 15 years of camaraderie. Then another great thought popped into my head. Goku had clearly known about this (being a saiyajin himself) but had Chi, Juu <18>, Krillin and all the rest known? It just added to the list of crimes they had committed against me.

And that reflection riled me up even more.

"How could you deceive me?" I spat in part fury, part complete misery and dejection.

"I have explained myself enough Woman!" he yelled at me, "I merely did not trust you enough to handle this information as carefully as it needs to be handled."

"Merely? You think this is that simple? You still have a lot to learn about how emotions work, although it'll be pretty hard for you," I sobbed angrily.

He finished my sentence for me though.

"What? Because I have no heart?"

Now he looked pissed.

"Well if we're on too critising each others anatomy then you started it!" I screamed. Pretty childish but it was aggravating him and I wanted that, "What was that oh so lovely comment about me not being able to handle information discreetly enough? Me and my big mouth eh? Stupid Bulma can't keep her fucking, huge mouth shut for one second? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Yes Bulma. That's exactly what I'm bloody trying to say so fuck off and leave me the hell alone! And if I find you breathed a word of this to any soul I will tear you limb from limb and enjoy doing so!" he cursed at me. I could feel waves of anger, fury and wrath washing off him and the feeling scared me shitless, along with the fact of the death threat I had just received from the man who had been one of my closest friends up until about five minutes ago.

Before I could shout back he had shot off and I watched him fly through the darkening sky, just as my heart darkened even more than before.

I shouted one last "Fuck you!" into the sky and then choked on my own anger.

My tears blinded me as I stumbled over to my sparkling car. I climbed in and as my car rolled away from the street of my Nightmares and away from Raditz (who no doubt had heard my argument and knew I had gone) I considered killing myself.

What was left to live for?

I had no real friends. No loving and proud parents. Not even a fucking goldfish to love and care for.

All that remained at home for me was alcohol, drugs, sharp objects with which to mar my body and henceforth my spirit with and a barrel full of shitty feelings.

I pressed my foot down closer to the metal.

Loneliness.

The car sped up underneath my fragile body.

Guilt.

The car was like a demon, getting harder to control as the speed increased.

Shame.

My desperate eyes, the windows to my very essence found a nice, thick looking wall in front of me that looked like a good prospect for my plans.

Doom.

But then a ray of hope shone through my dark clouds.

And was it was quite literally that.

Hope.

I still had Hope and her group of friends. It was true I didn't know them well but I could learn.

Life would be okay as long as I had someone to cling to and I did.

The car slowed to a good, healthy speed and I drove home, calmer than I was, but in my core I was still a raging ocean, begging to be calmed.