Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ A Worried Mind ( Chapter 5 )

Hello my friends. Originally I had planned for this chapter to be super long, but as I wrote it, I decided to split it. You'll see why.

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As the chapters go on, Vegeta's passed will be brought up… and it DARK and icky and all that jazz. FYI.

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Vegeta let go of the grip he had on his desk, looking absently at the twisted metal. The woman had survived Dodora… and only sustained one mark. His respect for her went up a notch. He has never heard of anyone coming out of Dodora's grasp with only one mark… except himself.

The bastard did a lot of Frieza's dirty work, and he did it with a smile on his face. When Frieza was too busy to beat and torture Vegeta personally, he would send him down to Dadora. The pink, spiked alien was sick and twisted.

With his male victims, he would torture them with tools, like screw drivers, hammers, and the such. When her grew tired of using tools he and would beat them to near death with his own hands… and each time you screamed out in pain, you were rewarded with a deep cut by a red hot poker, usually on your back. He would make it so deep that the regen tanks couldn't erase it from their bodies. With his female victims, they were graced with the same tools and abuse but they were also rapped… repeatedly. And, knowing Vegeta's hatred for men abusing women, when Vegeta would piss Freiza off royally, he would send Vegeta down to Dodora and have him tortured and then would rape a woman right in front of him. He'd even come down and watch, the sick bastard.

But out of all the beatings and tortures he had taken and witnessing numerous women getting raped, he only screamed once. It took all his discipline and everything else he had in him to not give in and give them the satisfaction.

He gripped his necklace as he willed the memories out of his head. It has been a long couple of days and he needed rest. He laid down and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep that wouldn't come.

Bulma quickly exited the cafeteria. He spooked her. She was usually so careful to cover up the horrid reminder of her capture and the five days of pure hell. It would usually cause unwanted and uncomfortable questions she didn't want to answer. But the way he was looking at her after he saw it shook her.

To get her mind off of things, she went back up to the med bay to visit Chi-chi.

She found her in one of the recovery rooms. She was humming a soft tune to her baby that was nestled in her arms. Bulma stood there for a few moments, then cleared her throat to make her presence known.

“Hi stranger.” Chi-Chi said in a low whisper.

“Hey.” Bulma said, sitting next to her on the bed and peeked at the sleeping bundle Chi-Chi was holding. “He looks just like the both of you.”

Chi-Chi looked down at the baby and smiled. “We named him Gohan.” She let out a little giggle when Gohan's tail wrapped itself around her wrist.

“How did it go? You, know the whole birthing process?” Bulma asked as she ran a finger over the baby's full head of black hair.

Chi-Chi shrugged. “It wasn't a walk in the park, I'll tell you that much. You know how it is, you've delivered babies before.”

“I know, but I've never delivered a half human half Saiyan before. Saiyan births seem hard.”

“Like I said, it wasn't a walk in the park.” She turned towards Goku as he shifted in the chair next to her and let out a snore. “You'd think he did all the work.” She pointed to Goku. His legs sprawled out in front of him and his arms dangling over the arm rest. His mouth hung wide open as he snored.

They both laughed at him.

After their laughter died down, Chi-Chi watched her friend as she picked Gohan up out of her arms and cradled him lovingly. “What's wrong?”

Bulma shifted at her question, but kept her soft gaze on little Gohan who didn't even wake when he was picked up by her. “Nothing.”

Chi-Chi gave her friend a stern look. “Don't give me that shit. What's wrong?”

Bulma gave Gohan a kiss on the forehead before handing him back to his mother. “It's not that big of a deal. I'll tell you later, promise. She stood up and gave Chi-Chi a hug. “You did good Cheech. He's certainly a cute kid.”

“I know.” Chi-Chi said as she smirked up at her friend then her face got serious again. “Should I be worried about you?”

“No Cheech.” Before she could let her say anything else she quickly walked to the door. “Get some rest. I'll see you later.” Then left, not waiting for a reply back.

Her quick visit with Chi-Chi and little Gohan didn't shake her dark memories from entering her brain. She wanted to talk to her about it, but she didn't want to ruin Chi-Chi's good mood. So, she went to her quarters to take a nice hot shower, hoping it would wash her worries away.

The next morning…

She had only gotten a few hours a sleep, she was tired and horribly grumpy… not a good combo. She shuffled into the cafeteria, going straight to the coffee dispenser and waited impatiently as it slowly filled her mug up. When it finally filled, she sidestepped over to the counter next to the dispenser with her full mug of coffee to the put cream and sugar in it, and she tensed. The smell of his cologne and her perfume filled her nose. `Ugggh! This is not what I need this morning.' She grumbled to herself and quickly put the hood up over her head, hoping they wouldn't notice her. She took a deep breath and picked up the half and half and started to poor.

“Look who it is, Baby! It's Bulma.” The woman's voice was the most irritating thing. To Bulma, it was in the same category as nails on a chalkboard.

Bulma's shoulders sagged. `Dammit' She didn't bother to turn around, she continued to fix her coffee.

“Oh, ya. Hey B. How's it going?”

Bulma finished mixing her beverage and slowly turned around to face her ex-boyfriend, Yamcha and his fiancé, Dory. She took a sip, but didn't say anything to the both of them. The three of them looked at each other, both Yamcha and Doris giving her fake friendly smiles.

Bulma finally answered after a couple sips. “Fine.”

“Oh good,” Doris said, her smile getting bigger and she flipped her bright red hair over her shoulder. “Did you hear the news?” she asked as she shoved her left hand in Bulma's face, showing off an impressive diamond ring on her finger. Shamelessly wiggling it so it sparkled.

Bulma batted her hand away, keeping her stone like stare at the both of them. “Ya, you shoved the rock in my face like five times now.”

“Did I? Oh my, I'm so sorry, I'm just so excited.” Dory turned to Yamcha and gave him a kiss.

Rolling her eyes, Bulma left quickly, not wanting to witness another make out session between the two. As she walked away she chanted: `I will not kill them, I will not kill them, I will not kill them…'

She quickly found the table that Goku was sitting at, along with Vegeta, Nappa and Radditz. She sat down between Radditz and Goku, still muttering under her breath.

“Good morning sunshine!” Goku said wrapping his arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. Bulma glared at the over joyous Saiyan and took another sip of coffee.

“You are too happy in the morning… and why aren't you with Chi-Chi and Gohan?”

Her sharp tone didn't curb his happiness. “Chi-Chi said that I was bothering her, plus we have a meeting this morning, I gotta eat before we go in… I think we have another mission.”

Bulma watched as the Yamcha and Dory took the table next to theirs and grunted in response to Goku's statement.

“I see Yamcha and Dory were talking to you… did they tell you they were getting married again?” He said as he arched an eyebrow.

“Yes.” She hissed. “She keeps shoving it down my throat, trying to get a reaction out of me. What a bitch.”

“Well, I'm surprised she's not afraid of you, especially after what you did to Yamcha right in front of her.” Goku chuckled as he shoved a pile of eggs in his mouth.

“That's because she's too stupid to be afraid.”

Goku nodded his head. “Aren't you gonna eat?” He said through a full mouth of food.

Bulma shook her head. “Not hungry.” She got up from the table. “I'll see you guys in the meeting this morning.” She nodded to the silent trio at the table and punched Goku in the shoulder before she left.

Radditz, being naturally curious, and he along with the other occupants witnessing the exchange between Bulma and scarred man and red headed bimbo, wanted to know what it was all about. He pointed his fork at the couple. “What was that all about?”

Goku glanced up from his plate to where Radditz was pointing and stopped chewing, his brows furrowed. He straightened up and swallowed, his gaze at his ex-friend darkening. “That asshole's name is Yamcha. The woman with him name's Dory. Yamcha is Bulma's ex-boyfriend.”

Vegeta, only glancing up to see the weakling sitting at the table close to them then back to his breakfast, he kept his bored and uncaring look, but was listening intently.

Goku continued. “They were together for a long time, almost as long as me and Cheech. About a year ago, Bulma, Cheech and myself got back from a particularly bad mission, Bulma was is in pretty bad shape…” Goku's face turned dark. “She went to her quarters and found Yamcha in bed with Dory.” He then smiled. “Bulma lost her mind, drug his naked ass out into the hallway and beat the shit out of him… funniest shit I've ever seen.” He let out a loud laugh, then went back to eating.

Radditz shook his. “Even I know that's fucked up.” He speared a piece of sausage and took a bite out of it. “Did she fuck him up good?” he said with his mouth full.

Goku nodded his head. “Oh yeah! Broke his nose, gave him a black eye and a fat lip. It was great!”

“The weakling was beat by a female, half his size… what a dick head.” Nappa said leaning back in his seat. “If he were a soldier of the Cold Empire or hell even in the Saiyan Army he would have been branded a weakling for life or killed.”

Vegeta lifted his head slightly to glare at the scarred face man. He knew which mission Goku was referring to. His blood boiled for the blue haired woman… he automatically hated the human weakling, but was satisfied that she made a fool out of him. He could tell his hard gaze was making Yamcha uncomfortable, he kept shifting in his seat and giving Vegeta a nervous sideways glance every once in a while.

“Well, anyway,” Goku said as he shoved his empty plate away from him. “Dory and he got engaged, and for some reason, they keep purposely running into her and shoving that ring in her face.”

“Hmph.” Vegeta grunted, not taking his icy gaze off of Yamcha.

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Bulma was the last to enter the large meeting room. She tried to be stealthy, not wanting to be noticed due to her tardiness.

“Bulma, thank you for joining us.” Bardocks baritone voice made her jump as she sat down next to Nappa in the back row. Bardock's back was turned to her as he was pulling up a star chart.

“Sorry Bardock.” She mumbled.

He turned around and gave her a disapproving glare then continued to scroll through the holographic map, trying to find what he was looking for.

Bulma got comfortable, and groaned when she saw who was in the mission meeting with her. The happy couple, Yamcha and Dory was sitting in the front row. `Ugh… great. They're coming on the mission.' Of course, Goku was there, Radditz, Nappa… and Vegeta. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Prince, she wasn't sure why. Was it because she thought he was a total ass or because he was the most handsomest most muscularly built man ever or maybe because he saw her scar, and she knew the impending question as to how she got it was inevitable? She wasn't sure.

“Alright people. We have two missions. The first one is a pick up on planet Sundra. Expect hostiles.”

“Ah, fuck me. I hate Sundra… so hot and sandy.” Goku whined.

Bardock raised an eyebrow and glared at his son. “Boy, we Saiyans are desert people. I suggest you get used to it, once we regain our planet, you will be living on it.” Without missing a beat he went back to showing the planet on the star chart. “After you have picked up the refugees, you will drop them off here and you will be going to planet Utopia.”

“YESSS!!!” Both Goku, Yamcha and Dory yelled.

Bardock rolled his eyes. “There you will be picking up a refugee of great importance. I'm sending all of you, since we are not sure if there will be any hostiles there from either the Cold or Saiyan side.”

Nappa leaned close to Bulma. “What is Planet Utopia, I've never heard of it.”

“It's a planet that's like paradise, full of beaches and oceans, lots of sun and palm trees. It's fantastic. You'll love it.” She smiled up at him.

He nodded at her and brought his attention back to Bardock.

“I've brought on our new recruits because of the last pick up. This person is of high importance and if it is discovered that we are taking him into our custody, there may be major resistance against you.”

“Then why are we going on the first part of the mission? If they are dropping off before Utopia?” Vegeta's gravely and annoyed voice questioned. “I have better things to do than accompany these weaklings on a mission that Goku and the woman can handle just fine. I have a tyrant to take down, remember?”

Bulma rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. `This guy seriously has ego issues.'

Yamcha turned around and glared at Vegeta. “Hey, I'm going too, and I'm not weak.”

“Pfft” Vegeta waved a hand at him dismissively. “A man, who dishonors his woman and gets the shit kicked out of him by said woman, is in fact, a weakling.” Vegeta smirked devilishly as he watched Yamcha blush harshly and turned around. His woman glared at him as she put an arm around Yamcha, whispering in his ear that he wasn't a weakling, he was her strong muscle man.

From the back of the room Bulma tried to stifle a chuckle by trying to disguise it as a cough, but was unsuccessful.

“Agreed, but I think it's a good idea that you and your men accompany these two missions, so you know what they are about and how they are handled.” Vegeta saw the logic and nodded once, giving Bardock his approval. “Ok, you leave in two hours. You all will be taking the larger ship, since you will be picking up anywhere between fifteen to thirty men, women and children… any questions?”

“Yes.” Bulma spoke up. “Who is this VIP we're picking up on Utopia?”

Bardock shook his head. “Need to know basis, Commander.” He gave Bulma a glare as he sensed her starting to argue. “Dismissed.” He then promptly left the meeting room.

Once his father was gone, Goku shot out of his seat and flung his arms above his head. “UTOPIA!!!!

Bulma stood up and shook her head. “I'll see you on the ship.” She said as she smiled at him. This was good, it's what she needed, some time on the beach to relax. Maybe if they got the first mission done ahead of schedule, they could get a couple extra days on Utopia. She hurried back to her room to pack up and to find her bikini's.

Next chapter, the saiyan trio's first mission. Total awesomeness ensues.