Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Special Delivery ( Chapter 7 )

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When they finally got to the ship Vegeta was ready to murder her. She literally laughed for a full five minutes, and right before she parked the truck he was leaning over to strangler her… not that he was going to do it, he was just going to scare her.

She hopped out of the cab of the truck to help everyone off of the truck, not knowing how close her demise came… Vegeta walked over to Radditz who was lounging on the open ramp of the ship, and sat down next to him. Radditz looked at his friend and shook his head, he knew that look all too well. Something was royally pissing him off and he could tell it was taking everything in the prince not to unhinge and destroy everything in sight.

“Whats wrong?” he asked as he watched Goku and Bulma help the people out of the truck.

Vegeta was usually a suffer in silence type, but when something was really eating at him, he would turn to Radditz. Even though he was a smart assed horn dog, he always seemed to give solid advice and would keep his heart to hearts with Vegeta to himself.

The prince motioned to the woman while shaking his head. “That woman! I've never met someone that challenges me like she does. She is constantly pushing me to my limit!! I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around her neck until her eyes explode out of their eye sockets.”

Radditz nodded his head, listening. A smile hinting at his lips.

“Well?” Vegeta's gravely asked peevishly.

“Well what?” Radditz shot back.

“You usually have something useful to say.” He said through gritted teeth.

Radditz sat up straight and turned to his Prince. “Vegeta, first off, you and I both know you're not going to kill her. She's too much of a spit fire and too pretty to kill. Secondly, she rubs you the wrong way because you're attracted to her.” Vegeta wrinkled his nose at him, giving him a low growl. Radditz continued, his smile widening. “Just fuck her Vegeta. You'll feel better.” He gave him a manly pat on the back and got up to make room for the Saiyans walking up the ramp.

Bulma walked up to them as the last of the rescue's entered the ship, as she did she looked down at her watch. “You two speak Saiyan, yes?” she asked. Radditz and Vegeta both nodded an affirmative. “Great, because half of them don't speak standard, only Saiyan… I'll need a translator.” She looked a bit distracted as she looked down at her watch again and looked at the surrounding area. “They should have been back by now” she said mostly to herself.

Radditz furrowed his brow. “Who, your ex weakling and his woman… and Nappa?”

Bulma nodded her head, keeping her watchful eye at the horizon where the three had left for town hours ago. “They should have been back before us… I swear, if they deviated I'm going to kill Yamcha” She walked a few feet away from the men.

A few minutes passed… no team, no rescues… And then a truck appeared on the horizon. Bulma let out sigh of relief as the truck approached. It halted in front of the ship and Nappa got out of the cab of the truck. Bulma and Radditz walkedup to him, Vegeta slowly sauntered behind them.

“Where is Yamcha and Dory?” She asked as they all followed him to the back of the truck to let his rescues out of the truck.

Nappa let out a low frustrated growl. “The idiot let his female sweet talk him into shopping while I loaded the truck up. After an hour of waiting for the asshole's, I made the decision not to wait any longer… especially since the longer I sat there, the more attention I was attracting from the soldiers around town.” Nappa helped a little Saiyan boy off of the truck and pointed him towards the ship. “That's the last of them.”

Bulma was pissed. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she thought of what she should do… should she leave the idiots? They disobeyed a direct order… but if she came back without them she'd never hear the end of it from Bardock. Unfortunately, Yamcha was somewhat valuable to the rebellion… somewhat.

“I'll have to go into town and find them…” She sighed angrily as she reached for her capsule that held her hover bike. “You guys stay here with everyone.”

As she lifted her arm to toss the capsule it was stopped by the princes' hand. “Don't be a fool. This place is crawling with Saiyan Empire Soldiers, you're not going alone.” His gruff, gravely voice scolded her. He reached into his pocket and took out the capsule that held the hover bike he used earlier. He clicked the button and tossed it. “Come on woman, time is of the essence.” He got on his bike and put his goggles over his eyes, and waited for her to do the same. She looked at him stunned. “Any day now woman.” He growled.

Bulma shook her head slightly and turned to Nappa and Radditz. “Umm, ok. Stay here with Goku, keep everyone safe, we'll be back.” She clicked her capsule and made her hover bike appear. She quickly put her goggles on and took off, Vegeta following close behind.

It only took five minutes to get into the city where Yamcha's contact was, and she had a pretty good idea where the two would be. She led Vegeta to the shopping district and stopped in front of a store and encapsulated her bike, as did Vegeta. They quickly started combing through the stores, with no such luck. The last building on the street was a gown shop. Upon entering the two of them heard Dory's annoyingly shrill voice.

“OH Yammy!!! It's perfect!!!” Dory was standing in the middle of the store surrounded by mirrors in the most horrifically puffy white wedding dress Bulma had ever seen. “Can I get it Yammy??!!” She asked as she bounced up and down like a little five year old asking for a toy.

“Okay babe.” Yamcha said as he as lounging in an overstuffed couch.

She couldn't believe her eyes… they were acting like they didn't have a damned care in the world!! “WHAT THE FUCK!!” Bulma had seen enough, this was beyond frustrating. Both Dory and Yamcha jumped at her outburst. Her fists were clenched tight at her sides and her blue eyes had turned three shades darker. Vegeta stood next to her with his muscled arms crossed over his chest, with an annoyed expression on his face. “Just what the fuck do you two think you are doing??” She said lowering her voice, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention from the gown shop staff.

“Ah man, B. We must have lost track of time… You see, Dory really wanted to find a wedding dres-“

Bulma grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to her eye level. “I don't give a SHIT what Dory wanted. You two disobeyed DIRECT orders. You were to go from point A to point B and back to point A again. You dumb ass piece of shit!” She growled in his face.

“Calm down, B. No harm, no foul.” Yamcha said, prying her grip off of his collar. “We'll just go get the truck and go.”

“Are you completely off your rocker?? Nappa completed the mission without the both of you!”

Yamcha's face fell a little. “Oh.”

“Oh. That's all you have to say for yourself??” She stifled the urge to slap him upside the head. She let go of his collar, not wanting to touch him anymore.

“Just calm down.” He said looking around the shop. He too didn't want any unwanted attention.

“Calm down? You want me to calm down?” She said through gritted teeth, her fists clinching ever more tightly. Vegeta readied himself, just in case she launched herself onto the human weakling. They couldn't afford any attention by the soldiers milling about outside the shop.

Dory, who had quickly went to the dressing room to change out of her dress, was now standing next to her fiancé. On hand on her hip and the other clenching the dress she just had on.

“Honestly Bulma, you're jealousy is making you act like an animal.” Dory said as if she was scolding a little child.

Bulma turned to the redhead, her eyes filled with murderous content and started at her, but was stopped by Vegeta's arm holding her back and hauling her back to his side. He kept his arm around her shoulder as she started to pant heavily.

“Me? Jealous of you?” She rasped.

Dory nodded her head. “Yes, you've been jealous of me and Yamcha since day one. You're not getting him back, sweetie.” She said in a `I feel sorry for you' tone. “I mean, you can't even say congratulations to us for being engaged.” Vegeta's grip on Bulma tightened a bit as her muscled coiled. Yamcha shook his head in agreement with Dory.

“Let's get something straight, Ok? I am NOT jealous of the both of you.” She turned to Yamcha. “My love and feelings for you disintegrated when I came home and found you two humping in MY bed.” She looked at the both of them now. “I cannot say congratulations to the both of you because I hate you, both. I came home from being tortured, raped and beat almost to death. And silly me, I thought I was coming home to be comforted by my boyfriend whom I thought LOVED me, but no, I come home to you cheating on me.” She slightly leaned into Vegeta as her emotions started to get the best of her. “I mean, it wasn't a goddamned secret about what happened to me!! What the fuck made you think take her into my bed, Yamcha?” She took a deep breath to calm herself.

“I guess I wasn't thinking.” Yamcha said sheepishly.

Bulma nodded her head. “No shit, numb nuts.” She closed her eyes and took another calming intake of air. Vegeta let go of Bulma, since she had regained her composure. “You know what… I wish you two the best of luck on your upcoming marriage. But please, do us all a favor, don't have kids. The universe can't handle anymore idiots.”

“Well, that's just rude.” Dory snidely said.

…that did it. Bulma launched herself at Dory. Yamcha dove in front of Dory. Vegeta caught bulma mid air and quickly took her outside and set her down on her feet and grasped her shoulders.

“Woman.” His gruff voice demanding her attention. She made eye contact with him. “Even though the asshole and his woman deserve to be beat, we need to get back to the ship without unneeded attention.” He waited until she acknowledged him. “Now stay here while I get the imbecile's.” He squeezed her shoulders before he went back into the gown shop.

When he re-entered, the two were finishing up purchasing the dress. Vegeta gripped Yamcha's shoulder, making him turn around to face him.

“Listen here, weakling.” He growled. “I will not tolerate insubordination. It is punishable by death, you will not disobey orders again.”

Yamcha was trying real hard to mask his fear of the Saiyan. If it weren't for the fact that Vegeta could smell it on him, he would have pulled it off. “Whoa, man. Calm down, you're not in charge. Bulma is.”

Vegeta pulled him forward so their noses were touching. “Yes, but I am a Prince, which means I am a higher ranking officer.” He said in a deathly whisper. “The next time I will not hold the woman back from beating the shit out of your whore the next time this shit happens. Now, I suggest you hurry, or we will leave you two on this planet to rot” He shoved Yamcha into a shoe display and sauntered out the shop.

As he exited the shop he smelled fear. He looked up and saw the woman was not alone. She was surrounded by three male Saiyan soldiers. And by the looks of it, they were giving her trouble.

“I know a nice quiet ally way we can take her.” One of them said to the larger one, who had Bulma by the arm, while lifting her chin up with his other hand trying to get her to look up at him.

The comment he overheard made him want to kill the three of them on the spot. Vegeta let out a feral growl and quickly took Bulma out of the man's grasp, putting himself in between her and the larger soldier that seemed to be the leader of the three.

“Hey, buddy, find your own.” He said trying to push passed him to get to the woman. “We found her first.”

Bulma pushed herself up against Vegeta's back, the smell of fear from her filling his nose, which made him even more angry. He didn't budge at the soldiers attempt to get to the woman. He batted the man's hands away angrily.

“You will not touch her, she is spoken for.” He growled.

“Oh-ho-ho!” the big soldiers laughed. “Well, she shouldn't have been on the streets without an escort, it gives people like me and my men the wrong idea. And for that, she needs to be punished.” He reached behind the prince to try to grab her again, but Vegeta was too fast for him. He grabbed his hand and twisted, cracking the tiny bones inside. The man sunk to his knees in pain, and sung at him with his free hand. Again, Vegeta caught it midair and twisted.

One of the other soldiers tried to rush Vegeta but was stopped by the large soldier being thrown at him, knocking the both of them out cold. The third and the smallest soldier sunk down into a fighting crouch, Vegeta doing the same.

“Come on runt” Vegeta taunted. The smaller soldier charged at him while throwing a barrage of punches that Vegeta easily dodged, along with some kicks and jabs. He laughed with amusement at how weak his attempts were to subdue him. Getting bored, the prince did a sweep kick, knocking the soldier down to the ground. Vegeta pounced on top of him.

His necklace had come un-tucked and was now dangling in the soldiers face. His eyes widened in utter fear as realization struck him. Vegeta quickly tucked the necklace back into his shirt and gripped the soldiers neck tightly and lifted him up onto his feet.

“Tell anyone of this and I hunt you down and slaughter you and your family. And if you tell my father I will make sure your last days will be filled with agony and torture… you never saw me.”

The soldier nodded his head. “Yes, your majesty.” He said in a whispered gurgle.

Vegeta threw him onto the ground and watched his scurry off to get his comrades, who were still passed out on the ground.

Bulma was standing there in shock and somewhat comotose. “Woman.” She didn't answer. Tears were welling up and he could tell she was scared stiff from the ordeal. “Woman, snap out of it.” He snapped his fingers in her face. She blinked, her face falling into panic.

“They were going to take me…” she said, tears were now falling down her cheeks. “I won't go back there, I won't!!”

“Woman, I took care of them. They aren't taking you anywhere.”

The look he was giving her was determined and somewhat angry, but it comforted her. “Ok.” She whispered.

He knew what was going through her mind. And he wasn't going to let that happen to her again. And for the gods above, he wasn't completely sure why he even cared. He hesitantly put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

Just then, Yamcha and Dory exited the shop. Acting as if Vegeta was caught red handed, he quickly took his hand off of the woman's shoulder.

Yamcha lifted an eyebrow at Bulma, seeing the state she was in, but didn't dare approach her as long as Vegeta was near here.

“You're in no position to drive, Woman. Give me your capsule.” She absently gave it to him.

The prince turned to the idiots and tossed Yamcha Bulma's hoverbike capsule. Let's go before we meet anymore trouble.” He made his own hoverbike appear and got on. “Get on Woman.”

Bulma did what she was told and held on as Vegeta took of at a neck breaking speed, not really caring if the other two were following or not.

Bulma slightly jumped as she felt Vegeta's tail wrap around her waist, securing her to him, so not to fall off. She leaned her head against his a back and closed her eyes. She had come close to reliving the nightmare she had gone through before. If it weren't for Vegeta, she would have been in a dark ally way with three brutes doing goddess knows what to her. Her arms tightened around Vegeta's waist as she forced the thoughts away.

Vegeta glanced at her arms that were wrapped around him and frowned. He liked how it felt, and it troubled him.

Unfortunately, Yamcha and Dory did keep up with them. They finally made it to the ship and was greeted by Goku.

“BULMA!!” He yelled as she got off of the bike. “The pregnant lady, she's gone into labor!!!”

“Shit.” She grumbled as she hurriedly walked up the ramp of the ship. “I'll deal with it. Let's get off of this shit hole ASAP.” Goku nodded an affirmative and turned to follow her back in. Vegeta, Yamcha and Dory quickly followed as well.

Goku went straight to the cockpit as did Radditz and Nappa, to start the preparations for take off. Yamcha and Dory went straight to their bunk, which was just as well, nobody wanted to be in their presence anyway.

Bulma went straight to the pregnant Saiyan who was sitting on the floor where all the other rescues where mingling about. She knelt next to the woman, who was panting heavily in pain. “Do you speak standard?”

The woman furrowed her brows and shook her head. “Saiya-jin”

`of course.' She quickly looked up and found who she was looking for. Vegeta was sitting in the corner as far way from everyone as possible, he had taken his hair out of the pony tail and was massaging his head. It ached from being in a pony tail for a long period of time. His flamed hair was back to it's original glory of defying gravity.

“Vegeta.” She yelled.

He looked at her angrily. “What?” He didn't notice that almost every Saiyan in the room stopped to look at him. Vegeta was only given to Saiyan royalty… that and he was a spitting image of his father.

A hush came over all of them.

“I need help, and everyone else is busy. I need you to translate for me, and for you to help move her to the medbay.” Vegeta sat there and pointed his nose in the air. A contraction took over the woman and she started to scream in pain.

“Dammit!! Help me!!!” Bulma yelled over the woman's screams. Vegeta huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, if it'll make the both of you shut up!!” He walked over and scooped the woman up and followed Bulma to the medbay. It was a very very small room with only one regen tank and a bed. It barley had enough room for he and Bulma to move around in.

Vegeta placed the woman on the bed and they both watched Bulma scurry about the room collecting blankets and tools. When she got everything she needed she walked up to the woman, while putting a pair of gloves on. She lifted up her skirt to inspect how far dilated she was. The slick sound of Bulma doing so made Vegeta's nose scrunch up in disgust.

When she was done she nodded her head and took her gloves off. She then felt her stomach, pushing and rubbing all around and frowned.

“The baby is in a breached position. Tell her that we have to move the baby into the right position.”

“We?” he asked arching an eyebrow.

“Yes `We' Vegeta. I can't do this alone. Now tell her, and tell her it's going to hurt like a bitch.” She glared at him, she wasn't about to take any shit from him, this wasn't the time.

He growled at her then turned to the woman and rattled off a string of sentences to her in saiya-jin. Bulma had heard the language spoken many times, but the way the foreign words rolled off his tongue was… dare she say, sexy?

The woman listened carefully and nodded her head. “deanamh air” she said breathlessly.

“She said `do it'.” Vegeta translated.

Bulma leaned over the woman and grabbed Vegeta's hands, placing them on top of the woman's abdomen. “Feel that? That's the child's head.” She moved his hands again. “And that is the butt. We need to push the baby around so the head is pointing downward. It's hard and requires some muscle, just be sure not to injure mom and baby, ok?” She looked up at him, his face was serious, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. She put his hands in position and then placed hers on the opposite sides of his. “When I say, push.” He grunted, acknowledging her instructions. “Push.” They both pushed the child within. She pushing the head portion, he pushing the butt portion.

The poor woman grunted out of pain, but thankfully didn't scream. Vegeta's poor ears just couldn't handle anymore screaming women today.

It was a slow process, but they were able to get the child pointing in the correct position.

Bulma then put another pair of gloves on and lifted the woman's skirt, once more checking to see if she was ready to push.

The pregnant woman grasped Vegeta's arm, Vegeta turned to the woman with a scowl of his face.

“I am honored to have the true prince of our people deliver my child.” She said in Saiya-jin. Vegeta's scowl vanished. He was somewhat shocked to hear her say that. He nodded his head at her and then turned away from her so she couldn't see his face.

“Alright, Vegeta. Tell her the next time she has a contraction to push.”

Vegeta translated. And just as he finished she started to push.

“The head is crowning…Keep pushing!” she yelled. As the woman pushed, the head started to emerge. Bulma noticed that the umbilical cord was wrapped around the baby's neck. “Vegeta! I need you!”

The prince reluctantly walked over to Bulma. This was the last thing Vegeta wanted to see… `the miracle of birth, my ass.' The sight was grotesque.

Bulma smirked as she stole a look at him. “I need you to put on a pair of gloves over there and hold the baby's head while I get the umbilical cord around the baby's neck.” Vegeta, not seeing a way out of this, again, reluctantly put the gloves on and slowly reached out to hold the baby's head.

Bulma huffed, not being patient, and grabbed both of his hands and placed them underneath the newborn's head, she then went to work, unraveling the cord from around the child's neck. When she freed it of it's noose, she shooed Vegeta away and pulled the rest of the child out of it's mother. “Give me a towel.” She barked at him. He unceremoniously hucked one at her. She caught it and wiped the baby down. Then professionally bundled the child up and gave the child to it's mother. She hadn't noticed, but Vegeta found that time to escape the horror scene. All that was left of him was the bloody gloves that were carelessly thrown on the floor.

Bulma finished up, making sure baby and mother were happy, healthy and comfortable and made her way into the kitchen area. It was well into the night and everyone was asleep. She tiptoed to the refrigerator and grabbed a bunch of grapes and a glass of milk. She took her snack over to the table and was startled to see a pair of eyes staring at her at the other side of the table. The only light was coming from the passing stars through the port holes.

“Vegeta! You scared me!!” She quietly yelled at him as she sat down threw a grape at him. He caught it with ease and tossed it in his mouth. “Do you usually sit in the dark?” She looked down at the empty glass in front of him. “You want a refill?” She didn't wait for him to answer, she grabbed his empty glass, seeing the remnants of milk in his glass. She refilled it and gave it back to him, sitting back down again.

There was a minute or two of silence between them. Bulma shifted a bit in her chair before she decided to speak. “…Thanks for today.” She said shyly looking up from her glass of milk. He gave her a slight look of question. “You know, for keeping me from killing Dory and saving me from the sex crazed Saiyans.”

“Hmph.” Vegeta leaned back in his chair, grabbing his glass of milk. He swished it for a minute before he chugged the whole glass down and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I would have let you do it in any other circumstances. The two of them deserve a good ass kicking. What they did is punishable by death if they were my men.” He averted his eyes back to his empty glass. “As for the `sexed crazed saiyans'… I do not tolerate that behavior from any male.”

She nodded her head and grabbed a grape and played with it, rolling it back and forth from one hand to another. “Also, thanks for the help back there… delivering the baby. You helped me out a lot.”

His nose scrunched up again at the thought of the whole ordeal. “That will be the last time I help you do anything like that.”

Bulma laughed. “What's the matter, too much blood and gore for your liking?”

“No, blood and gore, I can handle. But… it was just…ugh.” He groaned in disgust.

“So, let me get this straight, goddess forbid, you knock someone up, you won't be there when she gives birth to your child?” She stopped rolling the grape between her hands and popped in her mouth.

“Not if I can help it. Besides, I don't plan on having any offspring.” He said matter of factly.

“Man, I feel sorry for whoever you knock up…” She looked at him quizzically. “No kids? How come?”

He grabbed a few grapes and tossed them in his mouth. “Why would I want the responsibility of a brat? And why would anyone want to bring a brat into a world such as this?”

She furrowed her brows at him, she could understand his logic, but still… “Not even after Frieza and your father have been taken down? Do you even want to get married?”

“Only fools have mates and brats. They can be used against you and taken away from you by your enemies.” He said. This conversation was getting too personal for his liking.

“Vegeta, everyone needs somebody in their life. I can understand not wanting children, but having a mate or husband or wife, or whatever, it's what makes life worth living for.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and got up from his chair. “Than you are a fool as well, Woman.” He left the room, but not before taking the rest of the grapes from her.

`I may be a fool, but at least when I find my somebody, I'll be a happy fool.' She thought to herself.

They made it back to base at the crack of dawn… but being that the base was floating in space, it was dark outside. Bulma let Goku and Radditz land the ship.

As everyone exited, all the rescued Saiyans bowed on their knees to Vegeta and brought their fists over their hearts. It was no secret who he was. Especially after Bulma had called him `Vegeta' in front of them all. The prince again, not knowing how to handle the attention, nodded to them and then moved to the back of the ship, where he would be alone.

The seven of them didn't exit the ship, as they were only staying on base just long enough to refuel and restock on some supplies. As Bulma was about to retract the ramp of the ship she heard someone frantically call her name.

“WAIT!! BULMA!!!” Chi-Chi screamed as she ran/walked with little Gohan bundled on her chest and a duffle bag in her hand. “I'm coming with!!” Bulma jogged down the ramp to grab the duffle from her and ushered her onto the ship. “Goku thinks he's going to Utopia without me? I don't think so!!”

Bulma laughed. “I'm glad you're coming Cheech! It's been a while since you've gone with us on a mission.”

Bulma went to the cockpit and told Goku she'd take the controls and to go be with his wife and son.

“All right Radditz, why don't you take the controls while I program the nav computer.” She moved her co-captian chair to the computer and started typing away.

Radditz nodded once to her. “Okay.” Not long after he detached the ship from the docking bay and took off.

“Next stop, Utopia, in eighteen hours.” She said happily.

Next stop Utopia, and Bulma and Vegeta closeness =)