Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Decisons ( Chapter 18 )
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By: MayMayB 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2012 | Pages: 11 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2012 | Pages: 11 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
Thank you Mallie-3 for the spacing fix!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I do own this story. =)
It was as though Vegeta had tunnel vision. He stomped down the halls of the base ship looking for one man in particular… And his name was Yamcha.
People in the hallways threw themselves up against the wall or dove away from the Prince as he made his way throughout the ship, eyes a blaze and knuckles white from the balled up fists at his sides.
He wanted to torture and dismember him. Make him bleed and beg for mercy.
The Saiyan Prince was practically frothing at the mouth when he burst through the doors of Bardock’s war room. His aggressive entrance making the few workers that were in there jump and turn around in surprise.
“Prince Vegeta!” Bardock said as he approached him. He knew why Vegeta was there and why he was in this furious state. And from the animalistic look and sounds that were coming from him, he thought it best that he ushered him to his private office, so not to make a scene. “Come with me.”
“NO! Where the fuck is he, Bardock?” He all but screamed.
“Please Vegeta, I will tell you if you follow me.” Bardock walked passed him and held a door off to the side open and waited for him to enter.
Vegeta stomped passed Bardock and waited impatiently as the older man entered the room behind him.
Once the door was closed Vegeta phased in front of Bardock and gripped the man's armor and shook him.
“Bardock, you will tell me where that worthless piece of shit is. If you think hiding him from me will spare his life, you are dead wrong.” Vegeta spat.
Bardock didn’t flinch when the Prince grabbed hold of him. He held his hands out semi defensivly. “Your Majesty. I know you are angry with Yamcha for what he did-“
“Angry?? Angry? How about Pissed the FUCK OFF!!” Vegeta roared as he let go of Bardock’s chest plate and started pacing the floor like a rabid lion.
The older Saiyan nodded at Vegeta and took a seat behind his desk. “I understand you wanting to pay him back for what he did to Bulma. Believe me, it took all that I had not to blast him for everything he has done. But since we still have a use for him, I had no choice but reassigned him.”
Vegeta’s eye brows furrowed and stopped pacing to look at him. “Reassign him?”
“He won’t be living on our base ship anymore. He's now going to operate from a remote base on one of the moons of Aslar. It’s a very small base… desolate almost. He and Dory will be there for a while. They left just about ten minutes ago.”
Vegeta looked at the ground, dejectedly. An epic temper tantrum was threatening to emerge.... He really wanted to kill the weakling human, and Bardock took that chance from him! That dumb ass almost got Bulma killed, and was the main reason why she was floating in a regen tank. What was he going to do with all of this pent up anger now??
Vegeta looked up at Bardock, pointing a meaty finger in his direction. “Know this, if I ever see him again, I will kill him.”
“Sounds fair to me.” Bardock nodded his head. “If we were on Vegeta-sei, you would have been given the honor of killing him…” He paused for a moment, hesitant because he was unsure if he should ask about Bulma, especially if Vegeta was in this state of mind. “How is she doing?”
The Prince’s left eye twitched. “She’ll be fine.”
“She’s a tough little thing, for an Earthling. It will take a lot more than a ki blast to kill the little Earthling.” Bardock said with a prideful smile, having always considered Bulma like a daughter.
“Hn.” Vegeta grunted.
He left the room without another word and headed to the gym. Since he couldn’t beat the shit out of an incompetent weakling, then he’d use his anger to release all this pent up energy with an intense training session.
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“Lord Frieza.” Zarbon’s husky voice drawled as he knelt before his master.
“What is it my dear Zarbon?”
The green man flicked his long green braid over his shoulder as he looked up at his master. “We found a virus in our computer systems. The techs believe that it is a ‘Spy Virus’. It must be reporting back to somebody.”
Frieza’s mouth twitched. “Find out who and what it’s reporting to, but do not stop it.”
“Why not my Lord?”
The lizard smiled at his right hand man. “Because, I believe I know who is behind this. Report back to me once you find out”
Zarbon bowed and left Frieza in his throne room.
“This is going to be fun.” He laughed to himself. “Fun indeed.”
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Sweat dripped off of Vegeta in torrents. He had bumped the gravity cuffs up to 555 times standard gravity and could feel his muscles burning after the short two hour training session. He had finally calmed down, some what.
He stopped when he felt a familiar energy enter the gym.
With a heavy sigh, he turned the gravity cuffs off,grabbed a towel and wiped his face and turned to his mother.
“I just heard about Bulma! Will she be ok?” Alina walked up to her son. She had been taking a nap while everything had gone down. Bardock had ran into her in the hallway and filled her in.
“She’ll be fine. She’s in a regen tank…” He wiped off his sweaty chest and tossed the towel in a bin off to the side. “She lost a lot of blood. The ki blast hit her shoulder blade and shattered the bone, but is expected to fully heal.”
Alina shook her head. “Yet she managed to beat the human?”
Vegeta’s mouth twitched into a prideful smirk. “Yes, she did. Gave him a broken nose and knocked out a couple teeth. Although, she was probably able to do all that because she was still in shock from the initial attack.”
“I also hear she took out four Saiyan Soldiers as well.” Alina smiled devilishly. “She certainly is the full package, Vegeta. Smart, brave, and beautiful. My, my Vegeta. You must be proud of your future Queen. ”
Vegeta nearly choked on the water he had been guzzling while he listened to his mother. He shot her a shocked look.
“Oh, Vegeta. Don’t give me that look. You want to mate her and you know it!! I give you my blessing. I would be proud to call her my daughter and Queen.” Alina said matter-of-factly.
“Mother,” Vegeta growled.
“Son,” She interrupted. “Let me tell you something. The longer you wait, the more miserable you will make yourself. You are a Saiyan. Almost half of what we do is based off of instinct. And if your instinct is telling you to mate with her, than you do it. Do not ignore it. You chose her for a reason. Gods, Vegeta! Look how protective you are of her. That is your instinct! Someone has harmed what is yours.”
Vegeta exhaled heavily. He hated how his mother making sense.
He furrowed his brows and shook his head stubbornly. “I can’t.”
“And why is that?” The queen asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“If I mate with her, she can be used against me. She’s a weakness... Why would I want bind her to me and risk that? Look at what happened to you and my father.” He nearly spat out the last word in disgust.
Alina’s eyes darkened as her brows furrowed at her son. “And what is that supposed to mean, Vegeta?” She said angrily.
“Your’s and my father’s union wasn’t exactly a happy one. It’s living proof that mating only complicates things.”
She lowered her head sadly and for a moment Vegeta felt remorse for what he said.
“You are half right.” She walked over to a bench and sat down. “Sit.” She ordered him.
He did what his mother told him, but not without grumbling under his breath.
She waited until her son was silent before she started to talk again.
“Vegeta, your father may be a horrid excuse of a Saiyan and King now, but I assure you, he isn’t the same man I agreed to mate years ago…”
He let out a ‘HA’ in disbelief.
The Queen gave her son a glare. “Unlike most of the previous royals, we mated out of love.”
Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn’t sure what to think about his mother's revelation. He always thought his parents were betrothed, like any other future Queen and King of his planet.
“This isn’t exactly helping your cause, Mother.”
Alina nodded. “Just listen. I could never forgive Vegeta for what he did to you, your brother… or to me after you were born. But it doesn’t change the fact that I still love him.” She sighed heavily.
“Still, Mother, you aren’t helping sway my decision.” Vegeta deadpanned.
She clenched her jaw in frustration. ‘Stubborn just like his father’
“Vegeta, I know you and Bulma will have a great life together. The kind of life that your father and I had before you were born, and before he turned into a crazed, paranoid shell of himself. But, unlike your father, you have strength, honor, loyalty and courage. You wouldn't let any harm come to her, or your planet!!”
He stayed silent for a few moments. What if he turned crazy if he and The Woman had a cub? Would he succumb to a jealous rage if the child was more powerful than he? Would he hand his heir over to a tyrant to be rid of him? Would he force his hand on his mate, and beat her senseless if she ever stepped out of line?
The thought of him doing any of that made him want to blast something.
“You won’t turn into him.” Alina said, as if reading his thoughts. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. This conversation was giving him a headache.
“The woman is a weakness, Mother. I am putting my future and her life in danger if I pursue any kind of a relationship with her… hell! Even being her friend is neither smart of safe!!” His voice grew louder as he spoke each word.
“My boy,” Alina stood up and caressed his cheek lovingly. “It is true, she is a weakness. But she is also your strength.”
Vegeta grimaced at her words.
She patted him on the cheek, gave him a loving smile then left him to his thoughts.
‘The women in my life are insane.’
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This was the big one, the last purge that was supposed to take eight months minimum, before Vegeta and his men were expected to report back onto Frieza’s flag ship.
This particular planet was one of the largest in the system. The population alone was over 10 billion, and the relocation process alone would take the majority of that time that Frieza allotted them for this kind of purge.
Bardock told the prince that he didn’t have to be present the whole time. His time was best spent training. He would spend a week or so on the planet to help, then would do nothing but train. Bardock was hopeful about the prince being strong enough to take on Frieza by the end of the 'purge'. That was the plan anyway…
Things were going a little rough for Vegeta’s team, but it was to be expected. The people of this planet initially went into panic when they saw the three Saiyan pods and a large passenger ship land on their planet. Their military, who was laughably weak, tried to attack. It was very hard for the three saiyans to not return fire and annihilate their puny attacks upon them.
Things got a little more chaotic when Vegeta and Piccolo announced that they would have to leave their planet and that they weren’t there to harm them, they were actually there to save their lives.
Piccolo informed Vegeta that they would be relocating them to a planet that was on the edge of that particular solar system. One was neither in Saiyan or Cold territory and should be safe for the time being.
It took a few days, but Vegeta eventually gained the trust of the ruler of the planet… The man was defiantly testing his patience. He had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t there to kill, he was there to save.
At one point Nappa walked up to Vegeta and told him that this was good practice for when he became King.
"You can't kill everyone that annoys you, Vegeta. Get used to it."
Vegeta, not appreciating getting unwanted advice, punched Nappa in the gut and stomped back to the man in charge of the planet to assure him, yet again that they were there to help.
After Vegeta promised on his honor that no one would be harmed and that the planet they would be relocated to was just as beautiful as their home planet, the leader finally agreed to speak to his people and would gain their cooperation.
Once Vegeta felt he was no longer needed, he went back to the base ship to start training.
On the 45 minute ride back to the base, he pondered his mother's words to him. He wasn’t sure why, he had already made his decision...
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There was no point in training any longer. His mother had ruined it for him after their conversation. His mind was clouded with thoughts of the Woman, mating and his unknown future..
He went to the med wing and found it empty, save for the one medical worker in the front part of the wing and of course Bulma in the next room over that held the onslaught of regen tanks.
Vegeta grunted at the worker and entered the darkened room that held Bulma. The only light that lit the room was eerie blue glow that came from the woman's tank.
He stood in front of her, watching her beautiful blue hair twirl softly around her face and upper body. She had a serene look upon her face, indicating that the drugs that put her into a euphoric state of sleep was working. Her injuries were healing, slowly but surely. She would have a faint scar on her shoulder, and the gash on her forehead, by the looks of it, wouldn’t leave a mark.
Vegeta sighed heavily and sat cross legged on the cold steel floor and placed his hands on his knees and continued his vigil in front of Bulma. Watching the bubbles escape out of her face mask and the soft up and down of her chest from her even breaths.
He closed his eyes and cleared his mind as much as he could so he could meditate. It was the only other thing that helped him make a rather difficult decision or find the answer to something he couldn’t get from anyone else but himself, and being close to her put him at ease.
He concentrated on what his mother said. Her wise words branded themselves onto his brain.
‘She is a weakness, but she is also your strength.’
As much as he hated to admit it, the more and more he thought of it, his mother was right.
His Saiyan instinct had been telling him from the start that she was his match, and denying and ignoring this fact hasn’t fared well with him… or her for that matter.
Another point his mother had proved was that he was protective of Bulma. Even before he realized.
The night they had first met… Vegeta’s stomach dropped when Zarbon caught site of her. He knew damn well what was going through that damned pretty boy’s head the second he saw her. Vegeta would have fought to the death if only to save her from Zarbon.
He knew from day one she was special. He just didn’t realize it until now.
He opened his eyes after the last thought. Bulma’s beautiful form still floating in front of him.
Would she even consider being his mate after what he had done to her?
The Prince of Saiyans got up to his feet and placed a hand on the glass window of the regen tank. He lingered there for a moment, and before he left he whispered:
“Bulma Briefs, Future Queen of Vegeta-sei.” A soft smile escaped his lips as he turned away from her and left the medical wing.
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Bulma sat at her lab table. She was practically bouncing out of her chair and couldn't stop looking at her scouter for a new message.
It was pathetic, she knew. But Vegeta was expected anytime now to return to base from his mission. He had been gone for a week, and Bulma missed him terribly... and she was disappointed for that very fact. Even though they made up and decided to be friends, she still felt a twinge of resentment against Vegeta.
Although they weren't 'together' and he did tell her he needed space, it still didn't change the fact that he picked up some dirty ass tramp and slept with her. It completely crushed her. The six month period they spent separated helped her get over it, but there was always that sliver of hurt that rose to the surface from time to time for Bulma. But that sliver was getting smaller and smaller. Especially when she heard that Vegeta was the one that took her to the med wing after she had been injured because of Yamcha, and once she was stabalized and put in a regen tank, went on a rampage looking for the idiot because he had put her in harm's way.
...and as crazy and morbid as it may seem, she thought it was terribly romantic how Vegeta was willing to kill her ex-boyfriend for nearly getting her killed.
She looked at her watch. It was nearing midnight, either Vegeta wasn't coming back tonight, or he already came back and was too busy or just didn't want to see her. With a heavy sigh of disappointment, she put away her tools and headed to her apartment.
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Radi tz and Vegeta sat at a table, tucked away in the furthest corner of the base's tavern. Nappa and Goku had already left, claiming they were both tired.
So, Vegeta and Raditz sat and drank, keeping their conversation to a minimum.
In actuality, Raditz would have turned in himself an hour or so ago. But he saw that something was troubling his Prince, and knew that if he sat there long enough he would tell him what it was... especially if he continued to feed him alcohol.
The only downside to his plan was that he too was drinking at the same speed as Vegeta, and he was starting to feel a little more than tipsy.
Vegeta slammed his now empty mug onto the table and leaned back into his chair.
"What do I do, Raditz?"
Raditz leaned forward in his seat. "What do you mean?" He tried so hard to not slur his words.
Vegeta motioned to the waitress that was walking by to bring another round. "I mean about...her."
A HA! Raditz said to himself. "You mean Bulma?"
"Yes, Bulma, who else would I be talking about??" He halfway hollered at him.
Raditz remained silent. If he prodded too much, Vegeta would close up.
"Against my better judgment, I am going to mate Bulma." Vegeta stated flatly.
Raditz leaned a little further over the table, thinking in his drunken state he didnt hear Vegeta clearly. "I'm sorry... what did you just say?"
Vegeta growled at his friend and swiped another full mug of beer from the waitress who came up to their table with their refills. "You heard me."
Raditz leaned back in his chair in disbelief. He shouldn't have been surprised. He called it, right from the get go. He knew the prince had a thing for the blue haired beauty... he just didn't think it would turn into something so serious.
He shook his head and turned his attention back to his friend. "Ok... so, what do you mean 'what do I do?'... Do you not know how to mate?"
"No dumb ass, I know how to do that." Vegeta looked up to the heavens. "I don't know how I should bring it up to her..." He tried desperately to keep blood from flushing his cheeks. If he weren't drunk, the question would have never escaped his lips. But, due to a large consumption of alcohol and the question of how to pull this off was weighing heavily on him.
"Huh." Raditz grunted thoughtfully. Being a self-proclaimed lady's man, he knew what women liked to hear and what was expected when it came to romance. Although, this whole mating for all eternity thing was something he absolutely wanted to avoid at all costs (even though Launch was hinting to him that she was ready to settle down), he was sure he could help his friend out. "Well, if I were you..." He suppressed a shudder. "I would make it special. Even though our culture doesn't require us to do so, I'd give her something. I know the human males usually give their women rings when proposing. It shows their commitment to the female and well... I know women really like shiny, sparkly things."
Vegeta straightened a little, remembering his and Bulma's mission on Utopia... Raditz gave him a fantastic idea, now he just needed to assemble a team to execute it.
"I'm guessing by the ridiculous grin on your face, my advice has helped."
The Saiyan Prince took a large gulp of beer and smirked at his comrade.
"Well, good. On that note, good luck. Although I think you are completely insane for doing it." Raditz said as he got up from his seat and pounded Vegeta on the shoulder. "I'm going to bed."
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The next morning....
The first thing Bulma noticed when she walked into the cafeteria was Vegeta... who was talking to Chi Chi. The conversation between the two seemed to be intense and secretive because once Vegeta and Chi Chi noticed her they huddled closer together and moved away from Bulma's general direction.
She eyed them suspiciously as she grabbed some fruit and coffee then headed to the table where Queen Alina, Goku, baby Gohan and Bardock where sitting.
She said a half-hearted 'good morning' as she tried to find the odd duo in the morning crowd of hungry people. They were nowhere in sight like they disappeared.
Just as she opened her mouth to ask if anyone knew why, of all people, would Vegeta be talking to Goku's wife, Chi Chi sat down next to Goku and handed him a heaping plate of food.
"Oh, Bulma. Good morning!" She said cheerfully, taking Gohan from his father and handed him a piece of sausage.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at her suspiciously.
"What?" Chi Chi asked, a little too defensively.
"What were you and Vegeta talking about?"
"Nothing really. Just talking about how Yamcha got what he deserved." Chi Chi said as she helped Gohan grab a sippy cup full of milk.
Bulma waited for her to continue, but saw that she was either avoiding the subject or was getting side tracked by her son. "...And?"
Chi Chi looked up at her with a slight annoyed expression on her face. "And nothing. Geeze Bulma, what's is up with you? Can't I have a conversation with Vegeta, or are you the only one?"
Bulma's face softened. Maybe she was being a little paranoid. "Sorry Cheech."
"It's alright."
"Well," Bulma said between bites of fruit. "Do you know if he is going to eat with us this morning?"
Chi Chi shook her head. "No, he already ate. He said he needed to get a few things done this morning before the meeting."
"Meeting?" Bulma asked, looking at Bardock.
The older Saiyan swallowed his food as he nodded at Bulma. "I've called a meeting after breakfast. We need to start putting together a plan for when Vegeta is ready to take on Frieza. The Prince is hoping to be ready in the next eight months or so. You and Goku will need to be present for it as well."
Goku and Bulma nodded in unison.
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Vegeta stood in front of the small group of rebels in the large meeting room, his eyes scanning each being that sat in the chairs.
Since there was an unknown leak in their midst the 'Take Down Team' as Bardock called them only consisted of Piccolo, Goku, Raditz, Nappa, Bardock, Bulma and himself. If he saw that he needed to add more soldiers he would do so. But for now, the seven of them sufficed.
They were in there for two hours now going over strategies of how and when the perfect time Vegeta should strike. They had much to think about and Vegeta wanted to make sure things went down without a hitch. They would need to grab info gathered from Frieza's computer system to see if there was anything they could use against the Lizard.
"Once I've engaged Frieza in battle, it will be up to you to make sure the rest of the ship's soldiers are subdued. Because once I've defeated the bastard there is no telling what kind of uprising there will be." Vegeta looked at Bulma. "Woman, this is where you come in. You will need to build something that will take down large amounts of men in on fail swoop."
Bulma nodded thoughtfully. "Like gas grenades or something like that maybe?"
Vegeta grunted.
She jotted down some notes as her creative juices started to flow with ideas.
"I think this is as far as we'll get today. We will meet up again soon." Bardock announced.
Everybody stood up and stretched and filed out the door... except for Bulma who still sat at her chair writing down notes and rough sketches of the grenade she was designing.
It took her a few moments to notice that she wasn't alone.
Vegeta stood, leaning up against the wall. Watching her intently and waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.
"What's up?" She said, sticking her pencil behind her ear.
He pushed himself off of the wall and sauntered over to where she was and stopped in front of her. "Have you been training while I was away?
Bulma immediately looked away from him. No she hadn't. She was too busy pinning for him and working in the lab 24/7. "Yes."
"Don't lie to me, Woman."
Bulma shifted her eyes from the wall down to her boots. "Umm... kinda?"
He let out a low growl. "Bulma." He warned. "You're a horrible liar."
"Ok Ok, no. I got busy." She said, finally looking up at him, but quickly regretted it. He looked utterly angry.
"You got busy?" He said gruffly. "Woman! I don't give a shit how busy you are. You WILL find time to train. The incident with the soldiers and that incompetent weakling will NOT be repeated. Do I make myself clear?"
"GAH VEGETA!" She stood up, causing her notes to spill off of her lap and onto the floor. "What gives you the right to scold me like a child? I got busy, no harm done. If I have time for it, I will!" She screamed at him. He'd been gone for a week, and this is what he has to say to her when he saw her for the first time??
The vein in his forehead was pulsated as he looked down at her, frustrated that she wasn't taking her safety as seriously as he was. "Do not yell at me, human! You will do as I say!"
Her big blue eyes darkened with fury as she took a step closer to him. "I am not one of your Saiyan subjects, asshole. You are not my prince, therefore I will not do as you say." She poked him in the chest for good measure.
He closed the space between them, his figure looming over her small frame as they engaged in a silent staring contest. One daring the other to blink first, or show any sign of weakness.
As predicted, Bulma opened her mouth to scream at him some more, but was silenced by Vegeta's mouth crashing onto hers.
She responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck and her fingers raking through his thick mane of hair.
Vegeta followed suit, his arms wrapped around her small, delicate frame. Relishing the feeling of her body close to his. Oh how he'd miss this. He listened closely as her heart beat quickened and felt her body tremble against his. He even noticed how her legs seemed to weaken and threatened to give out from under her.
He smirked into the kiss.
As quickly as the kiss came, it ended. Vegeta gently pushed Bulma away from him, keeping her at arms-length. He chuckled at the dumbfounded look upon her beautiful face.
"Woman, you and I are going on a small mission. Go pack for warm weather."
He then turned on his heal and walked away from her before she could regain her composure and ask questions. As he walked down the hall, he couldn't keep the small smile from gracing his lips.
His test was a success. His plan was now in motion.
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"Show me."
The loyal worker hit a button, turning a large viewing screen on. Within seconds it showed Vegeta sauntering into the main computer room of the flag ship. The prince looked around for a few seconds and then sits down at one of the stations and inserts something into one of the computers. He types something and leaves just a couple minutes afterwards making sure to grab the small device he inserted into the computer.
The time stamp on the video matched the same exact upload time of the virus.
Frieza turned to another large viewing screen.
"Who gave him this?" His feminine voice showed only a twinge of anger.
"Bulma Briefs." The person on the viewing screen stated. "She's smart. In fact she is the one that designed the virus. I know she hand delivered the virus to Vegeta on your ship, although it's likely she was in disguise."
The lizard snapped his fingers at the servant working the controls of the security footage. The worker, knowing what that meant, searched for any and all video footage of Vegeta.
After a few moments another video popped up on the other screen. This time showing a woman with long dark hair, scantily clad in black leather. It showed the woman at Vegeta's door. After a few seconds the Prince himself opened the door and quickly grabbed the woman, throwing her into his room and looking up and down the hallway, making sure nobody saw.
"Hmph... Bulma Briefs..." Frieza rubbed his chin. "Ah. I remember her. Lovely little vixen. She spent some time with Dodoria. Pitty she escaped though. I was planning some rather wonderful things for her."
The man on the viewing screen cleared his throat. "Lord Frieza. I have another video file you may find interesting."
Just then another video popped up on the screen.
The video was grainy since it was taken at night, but you could still make out who and what was on it.
Vegeta stood in a seemingly empty street, he was standing stick straight and was pinning the blue haired woman's arms to her sides. His lip was curled up in a snarl as he stared down at her.
"It makes no sense to make each other miserable. Be with me Vegeta. I know you're... uneasy about it. But I am too." He started to pull away from her but she swiftly grabbed hold of his upper arms. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Vegeta. All I'm saying is we should be friends and see where this takes us."
The Saiyan's posture deflated as his shoulders sagged and nodded his head in agreement. He then brought the little human into an embrace and they started walking down the darkened street.
Frieza smiled wickedly. "Well well. It seems my monkey prince has gone off and developed feelings for a female. This is wonderful." He said as he chuckled.
"What am I to do now, Lord Frieza?" The man asked.
Frieza took his tail into his hand and stroked it lovingly. "I shall meet this Bulma Briefs. It seems she thinks she can steal my prince and turn him against me. She will have to be punished... and the Saiyan will watch."
Yamcha sat back in his chair with both hands behind his head. A sly smirk played across his lips as he listened to the evil laugh that came from the vid screen in front of him.
"I hear you loud and clear, Lord Frieza." He ended the feed.
"I warned you B. I warned you."
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Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. I do own this story. =)
It was as though Vegeta had tunnel vision. He stomped down the halls of the base ship looking for one man in particular… And his name was Yamcha.
People in the hallways threw themselves up against the wall or dove away from the Prince as he made his way throughout the ship, eyes a blaze and knuckles white from the balled up fists at his sides.
He wanted to torture and dismember him. Make him bleed and beg for mercy.
The Saiyan Prince was practically frothing at the mouth when he burst through the doors of Bardock’s war room. His aggressive entrance making the few workers that were in there jump and turn around in surprise.
“Prince Vegeta!” Bardock said as he approached him. He knew why Vegeta was there and why he was in this furious state. And from the animalistic look and sounds that were coming from him, he thought it best that he ushered him to his private office, so not to make a scene. “Come with me.”
“NO! Where the fuck is he, Bardock?” He all but screamed.
“Please Vegeta, I will tell you if you follow me.” Bardock walked passed him and held a door off to the side open and waited for him to enter.
Vegeta stomped passed Bardock and waited impatiently as the older man entered the room behind him.
Once the door was closed Vegeta phased in front of Bardock and gripped the man's armor and shook him.
“Bardock, you will tell me where that worthless piece of shit is. If you think hiding him from me will spare his life, you are dead wrong.” Vegeta spat.
Bardock didn’t flinch when the Prince grabbed hold of him. He held his hands out semi defensivly. “Your Majesty. I know you are angry with Yamcha for what he did-“
“Angry?? Angry? How about Pissed the FUCK OFF!!” Vegeta roared as he let go of Bardock’s chest plate and started pacing the floor like a rabid lion.
The older Saiyan nodded at Vegeta and took a seat behind his desk. “I understand you wanting to pay him back for what he did to Bulma. Believe me, it took all that I had not to blast him for everything he has done. But since we still have a use for him, I had no choice but reassigned him.”
Vegeta’s eye brows furrowed and stopped pacing to look at him. “Reassign him?”
“He won’t be living on our base ship anymore. He's now going to operate from a remote base on one of the moons of Aslar. It’s a very small base… desolate almost. He and Dory will be there for a while. They left just about ten minutes ago.”
Vegeta looked at the ground, dejectedly. An epic temper tantrum was threatening to emerge.... He really wanted to kill the weakling human, and Bardock took that chance from him! That dumb ass almost got Bulma killed, and was the main reason why she was floating in a regen tank. What was he going to do with all of this pent up anger now??
Vegeta looked up at Bardock, pointing a meaty finger in his direction. “Know this, if I ever see him again, I will kill him.”
“Sounds fair to me.” Bardock nodded his head. “If we were on Vegeta-sei, you would have been given the honor of killing him…” He paused for a moment, hesitant because he was unsure if he should ask about Bulma, especially if Vegeta was in this state of mind. “How is she doing?”
The Prince’s left eye twitched. “She’ll be fine.”
“She’s a tough little thing, for an Earthling. It will take a lot more than a ki blast to kill the little Earthling.” Bardock said with a prideful smile, having always considered Bulma like a daughter.
“Hn.” Vegeta grunted.
He left the room without another word and headed to the gym. Since he couldn’t beat the shit out of an incompetent weakling, then he’d use his anger to release all this pent up energy with an intense training session.
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“Lord Frieza.” Zarbon’s husky voice drawled as he knelt before his master.
“What is it my dear Zarbon?”
The green man flicked his long green braid over his shoulder as he looked up at his master. “We found a virus in our computer systems. The techs believe that it is a ‘Spy Virus’. It must be reporting back to somebody.”
Frieza’s mouth twitched. “Find out who and what it’s reporting to, but do not stop it.”
“Why not my Lord?”
The lizard smiled at his right hand man. “Because, I believe I know who is behind this. Report back to me once you find out”
Zarbon bowed and left Frieza in his throne room.
“This is going to be fun.” He laughed to himself. “Fun indeed.”
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Sweat dripped off of Vegeta in torrents. He had bumped the gravity cuffs up to 555 times standard gravity and could feel his muscles burning after the short two hour training session. He had finally calmed down, some what.
He stopped when he felt a familiar energy enter the gym.
With a heavy sigh, he turned the gravity cuffs off,grabbed a towel and wiped his face and turned to his mother.
“I just heard about Bulma! Will she be ok?” Alina walked up to her son. She had been taking a nap while everything had gone down. Bardock had ran into her in the hallway and filled her in.
“She’ll be fine. She’s in a regen tank…” He wiped off his sweaty chest and tossed the towel in a bin off to the side. “She lost a lot of blood. The ki blast hit her shoulder blade and shattered the bone, but is expected to fully heal.”
Alina shook her head. “Yet she managed to beat the human?”
Vegeta’s mouth twitched into a prideful smirk. “Yes, she did. Gave him a broken nose and knocked out a couple teeth. Although, she was probably able to do all that because she was still in shock from the initial attack.”
“I also hear she took out four Saiyan Soldiers as well.” Alina smiled devilishly. “She certainly is the full package, Vegeta. Smart, brave, and beautiful. My, my Vegeta. You must be proud of your future Queen. ”
Vegeta nearly choked on the water he had been guzzling while he listened to his mother. He shot her a shocked look.
“Oh, Vegeta. Don’t give me that look. You want to mate her and you know it!! I give you my blessing. I would be proud to call her my daughter and Queen.” Alina said matter-of-factly.
“Mother,” Vegeta growled.
“Son,” She interrupted. “Let me tell you something. The longer you wait, the more miserable you will make yourself. You are a Saiyan. Almost half of what we do is based off of instinct. And if your instinct is telling you to mate with her, than you do it. Do not ignore it. You chose her for a reason. Gods, Vegeta! Look how protective you are of her. That is your instinct! Someone has harmed what is yours.”
Vegeta exhaled heavily. He hated how his mother making sense.
He furrowed his brows and shook his head stubbornly. “I can’t.”
“And why is that?” The queen asked, putting her hands on her hips.
“If I mate with her, she can be used against me. She’s a weakness... Why would I want bind her to me and risk that? Look at what happened to you and my father.” He nearly spat out the last word in disgust.
Alina’s eyes darkened as her brows furrowed at her son. “And what is that supposed to mean, Vegeta?” She said angrily.
“Your’s and my father’s union wasn’t exactly a happy one. It’s living proof that mating only complicates things.”
She lowered her head sadly and for a moment Vegeta felt remorse for what he said.
“You are half right.” She walked over to a bench and sat down. “Sit.” She ordered him.
He did what his mother told him, but not without grumbling under his breath.
She waited until her son was silent before she started to talk again.
“Vegeta, your father may be a horrid excuse of a Saiyan and King now, but I assure you, he isn’t the same man I agreed to mate years ago…”
He let out a ‘HA’ in disbelief.
The Queen gave her son a glare. “Unlike most of the previous royals, we mated out of love.”
Vegeta shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn’t sure what to think about his mother's revelation. He always thought his parents were betrothed, like any other future Queen and King of his planet.
“This isn’t exactly helping your cause, Mother.”
Alina nodded. “Just listen. I could never forgive Vegeta for what he did to you, your brother… or to me after you were born. But it doesn’t change the fact that I still love him.” She sighed heavily.
“Still, Mother, you aren’t helping sway my decision.” Vegeta deadpanned.
She clenched her jaw in frustration. ‘Stubborn just like his father’
“Vegeta, I know you and Bulma will have a great life together. The kind of life that your father and I had before you were born, and before he turned into a crazed, paranoid shell of himself. But, unlike your father, you have strength, honor, loyalty and courage. You wouldn't let any harm come to her, or your planet!!”
He stayed silent for a few moments. What if he turned crazy if he and The Woman had a cub? Would he succumb to a jealous rage if the child was more powerful than he? Would he hand his heir over to a tyrant to be rid of him? Would he force his hand on his mate, and beat her senseless if she ever stepped out of line?
The thought of him doing any of that made him want to blast something.
“You won’t turn into him.” Alina said, as if reading his thoughts. She placed a hand on his shoulder.
Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. This conversation was giving him a headache.
“The woman is a weakness, Mother. I am putting my future and her life in danger if I pursue any kind of a relationship with her… hell! Even being her friend is neither smart of safe!!” His voice grew louder as he spoke each word.
“My boy,” Alina stood up and caressed his cheek lovingly. “It is true, she is a weakness. But she is also your strength.”
Vegeta grimaced at her words.
She patted him on the cheek, gave him a loving smile then left him to his thoughts.
‘The women in my life are insane.’
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This was the big one, the last purge that was supposed to take eight months minimum, before Vegeta and his men were expected to report back onto Frieza’s flag ship.
This particular planet was one of the largest in the system. The population alone was over 10 billion, and the relocation process alone would take the majority of that time that Frieza allotted them for this kind of purge.
Bardock told the prince that he didn’t have to be present the whole time. His time was best spent training. He would spend a week or so on the planet to help, then would do nothing but train. Bardock was hopeful about the prince being strong enough to take on Frieza by the end of the 'purge'. That was the plan anyway…
Things were going a little rough for Vegeta’s team, but it was to be expected. The people of this planet initially went into panic when they saw the three Saiyan pods and a large passenger ship land on their planet. Their military, who was laughably weak, tried to attack. It was very hard for the three saiyans to not return fire and annihilate their puny attacks upon them.
Things got a little more chaotic when Vegeta and Piccolo announced that they would have to leave their planet and that they weren’t there to harm them, they were actually there to save their lives.
Piccolo informed Vegeta that they would be relocating them to a planet that was on the edge of that particular solar system. One was neither in Saiyan or Cold territory and should be safe for the time being.
It took a few days, but Vegeta eventually gained the trust of the ruler of the planet… The man was defiantly testing his patience. He had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t there to kill, he was there to save.
At one point Nappa walked up to Vegeta and told him that this was good practice for when he became King.
"You can't kill everyone that annoys you, Vegeta. Get used to it."
Vegeta, not appreciating getting unwanted advice, punched Nappa in the gut and stomped back to the man in charge of the planet to assure him, yet again that they were there to help.
After Vegeta promised on his honor that no one would be harmed and that the planet they would be relocated to was just as beautiful as their home planet, the leader finally agreed to speak to his people and would gain their cooperation.
Once Vegeta felt he was no longer needed, he went back to the base ship to start training.
On the 45 minute ride back to the base, he pondered his mother's words to him. He wasn’t sure why, he had already made his decision...
(flashback)
There was no point in training any longer. His mother had ruined it for him after their conversation. His mind was clouded with thoughts of the Woman, mating and his unknown future..
He went to the med wing and found it empty, save for the one medical worker in the front part of the wing and of course Bulma in the next room over that held the onslaught of regen tanks.
Vegeta grunted at the worker and entered the darkened room that held Bulma. The only light that lit the room was eerie blue glow that came from the woman's tank.
He stood in front of her, watching her beautiful blue hair twirl softly around her face and upper body. She had a serene look upon her face, indicating that the drugs that put her into a euphoric state of sleep was working. Her injuries were healing, slowly but surely. She would have a faint scar on her shoulder, and the gash on her forehead, by the looks of it, wouldn’t leave a mark.
Vegeta sighed heavily and sat cross legged on the cold steel floor and placed his hands on his knees and continued his vigil in front of Bulma. Watching the bubbles escape out of her face mask and the soft up and down of her chest from her even breaths.
He closed his eyes and cleared his mind as much as he could so he could meditate. It was the only other thing that helped him make a rather difficult decision or find the answer to something he couldn’t get from anyone else but himself, and being close to her put him at ease.
He concentrated on what his mother said. Her wise words branded themselves onto his brain.
‘She is a weakness, but she is also your strength.’
As much as he hated to admit it, the more and more he thought of it, his mother was right.
His Saiyan instinct had been telling him from the start that she was his match, and denying and ignoring this fact hasn’t fared well with him… or her for that matter.
Another point his mother had proved was that he was protective of Bulma. Even before he realized.
The night they had first met… Vegeta’s stomach dropped when Zarbon caught site of her. He knew damn well what was going through that damned pretty boy’s head the second he saw her. Vegeta would have fought to the death if only to save her from Zarbon.
He knew from day one she was special. He just didn’t realize it until now.
He opened his eyes after the last thought. Bulma’s beautiful form still floating in front of him.
Would she even consider being his mate after what he had done to her?
The Prince of Saiyans got up to his feet and placed a hand on the glass window of the regen tank. He lingered there for a moment, and before he left he whispered:
“Bulma Briefs, Future Queen of Vegeta-sei.” A soft smile escaped his lips as he turned away from her and left the medical wing.
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Bulma sat at her lab table. She was practically bouncing out of her chair and couldn't stop looking at her scouter for a new message.
It was pathetic, she knew. But Vegeta was expected anytime now to return to base from his mission. He had been gone for a week, and Bulma missed him terribly... and she was disappointed for that very fact. Even though they made up and decided to be friends, she still felt a twinge of resentment against Vegeta.
Although they weren't 'together' and he did tell her he needed space, it still didn't change the fact that he picked up some dirty ass tramp and slept with her. It completely crushed her. The six month period they spent separated helped her get over it, but there was always that sliver of hurt that rose to the surface from time to time for Bulma. But that sliver was getting smaller and smaller. Especially when she heard that Vegeta was the one that took her to the med wing after she had been injured because of Yamcha, and once she was stabalized and put in a regen tank, went on a rampage looking for the idiot because he had put her in harm's way.
...and as crazy and morbid as it may seem, she thought it was terribly romantic how Vegeta was willing to kill her ex-boyfriend for nearly getting her killed.
She looked at her watch. It was nearing midnight, either Vegeta wasn't coming back tonight, or he already came back and was too busy or just didn't want to see her. With a heavy sigh of disappointment, she put away her tools and headed to her apartment.
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Radi tz and Vegeta sat at a table, tucked away in the furthest corner of the base's tavern. Nappa and Goku had already left, claiming they were both tired.
So, Vegeta and Raditz sat and drank, keeping their conversation to a minimum.
In actuality, Raditz would have turned in himself an hour or so ago. But he saw that something was troubling his Prince, and knew that if he sat there long enough he would tell him what it was... especially if he continued to feed him alcohol.
The only downside to his plan was that he too was drinking at the same speed as Vegeta, and he was starting to feel a little more than tipsy.
Vegeta slammed his now empty mug onto the table and leaned back into his chair.
"What do I do, Raditz?"
Raditz leaned forward in his seat. "What do you mean?" He tried so hard to not slur his words.
Vegeta motioned to the waitress that was walking by to bring another round. "I mean about...her."
A HA! Raditz said to himself. "You mean Bulma?"
"Yes, Bulma, who else would I be talking about??" He halfway hollered at him.
Raditz remained silent. If he prodded too much, Vegeta would close up.
"Against my better judgment, I am going to mate Bulma." Vegeta stated flatly.
Raditz leaned a little further over the table, thinking in his drunken state he didnt hear Vegeta clearly. "I'm sorry... what did you just say?"
Vegeta growled at his friend and swiped another full mug of beer from the waitress who came up to their table with their refills. "You heard me."
Raditz leaned back in his chair in disbelief. He shouldn't have been surprised. He called it, right from the get go. He knew the prince had a thing for the blue haired beauty... he just didn't think it would turn into something so serious.
He shook his head and turned his attention back to his friend. "Ok... so, what do you mean 'what do I do?'... Do you not know how to mate?"
"No dumb ass, I know how to do that." Vegeta looked up to the heavens. "I don't know how I should bring it up to her..." He tried desperately to keep blood from flushing his cheeks. If he weren't drunk, the question would have never escaped his lips. But, due to a large consumption of alcohol and the question of how to pull this off was weighing heavily on him.
"Huh." Raditz grunted thoughtfully. Being a self-proclaimed lady's man, he knew what women liked to hear and what was expected when it came to romance. Although, this whole mating for all eternity thing was something he absolutely wanted to avoid at all costs (even though Launch was hinting to him that she was ready to settle down), he was sure he could help his friend out. "Well, if I were you..." He suppressed a shudder. "I would make it special. Even though our culture doesn't require us to do so, I'd give her something. I know the human males usually give their women rings when proposing. It shows their commitment to the female and well... I know women really like shiny, sparkly things."
Vegeta straightened a little, remembering his and Bulma's mission on Utopia... Raditz gave him a fantastic idea, now he just needed to assemble a team to execute it.
"I'm guessing by the ridiculous grin on your face, my advice has helped."
The Saiyan Prince took a large gulp of beer and smirked at his comrade.
"Well, good. On that note, good luck. Although I think you are completely insane for doing it." Raditz said as he got up from his seat and pounded Vegeta on the shoulder. "I'm going to bed."
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The next morning....
The first thing Bulma noticed when she walked into the cafeteria was Vegeta... who was talking to Chi Chi. The conversation between the two seemed to be intense and secretive because once Vegeta and Chi Chi noticed her they huddled closer together and moved away from Bulma's general direction.
She eyed them suspiciously as she grabbed some fruit and coffee then headed to the table where Queen Alina, Goku, baby Gohan and Bardock where sitting.
She said a half-hearted 'good morning' as she tried to find the odd duo in the morning crowd of hungry people. They were nowhere in sight like they disappeared.
Just as she opened her mouth to ask if anyone knew why, of all people, would Vegeta be talking to Goku's wife, Chi Chi sat down next to Goku and handed him a heaping plate of food.
"Oh, Bulma. Good morning!" She said cheerfully, taking Gohan from his father and handed him a piece of sausage.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at her suspiciously.
"What?" Chi Chi asked, a little too defensively.
"What were you and Vegeta talking about?"
"Nothing really. Just talking about how Yamcha got what he deserved." Chi Chi said as she helped Gohan grab a sippy cup full of milk.
Bulma waited for her to continue, but saw that she was either avoiding the subject or was getting side tracked by her son. "...And?"
Chi Chi looked up at her with a slight annoyed expression on her face. "And nothing. Geeze Bulma, what's is up with you? Can't I have a conversation with Vegeta, or are you the only one?"
Bulma's face softened. Maybe she was being a little paranoid. "Sorry Cheech."
"It's alright."
"Well," Bulma said between bites of fruit. "Do you know if he is going to eat with us this morning?"
Chi Chi shook her head. "No, he already ate. He said he needed to get a few things done this morning before the meeting."
"Meeting?" Bulma asked, looking at Bardock.
The older Saiyan swallowed his food as he nodded at Bulma. "I've called a meeting after breakfast. We need to start putting together a plan for when Vegeta is ready to take on Frieza. The Prince is hoping to be ready in the next eight months or so. You and Goku will need to be present for it as well."
Goku and Bulma nodded in unison.
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Vegeta stood in front of the small group of rebels in the large meeting room, his eyes scanning each being that sat in the chairs.
Since there was an unknown leak in their midst the 'Take Down Team' as Bardock called them only consisted of Piccolo, Goku, Raditz, Nappa, Bardock, Bulma and himself. If he saw that he needed to add more soldiers he would do so. But for now, the seven of them sufficed.
They were in there for two hours now going over strategies of how and when the perfect time Vegeta should strike. They had much to think about and Vegeta wanted to make sure things went down without a hitch. They would need to grab info gathered from Frieza's computer system to see if there was anything they could use against the Lizard.
"Once I've engaged Frieza in battle, it will be up to you to make sure the rest of the ship's soldiers are subdued. Because once I've defeated the bastard there is no telling what kind of uprising there will be." Vegeta looked at Bulma. "Woman, this is where you come in. You will need to build something that will take down large amounts of men in on fail swoop."
Bulma nodded thoughtfully. "Like gas grenades or something like that maybe?"
Vegeta grunted.
She jotted down some notes as her creative juices started to flow with ideas.
"I think this is as far as we'll get today. We will meet up again soon." Bardock announced.
Everybody stood up and stretched and filed out the door... except for Bulma who still sat at her chair writing down notes and rough sketches of the grenade she was designing.
It took her a few moments to notice that she wasn't alone.
Vegeta stood, leaning up against the wall. Watching her intently and waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.
"What's up?" She said, sticking her pencil behind her ear.
He pushed himself off of the wall and sauntered over to where she was and stopped in front of her. "Have you been training while I was away?
Bulma immediately looked away from him. No she hadn't. She was too busy pinning for him and working in the lab 24/7. "Yes."
"Don't lie to me, Woman."
Bulma shifted her eyes from the wall down to her boots. "Umm... kinda?"
He let out a low growl. "Bulma." He warned. "You're a horrible liar."
"Ok Ok, no. I got busy." She said, finally looking up at him, but quickly regretted it. He looked utterly angry.
"You got busy?" He said gruffly. "Woman! I don't give a shit how busy you are. You WILL find time to train. The incident with the soldiers and that incompetent weakling will NOT be repeated. Do I make myself clear?"
"GAH VEGETA!" She stood up, causing her notes to spill off of her lap and onto the floor. "What gives you the right to scold me like a child? I got busy, no harm done. If I have time for it, I will!" She screamed at him. He'd been gone for a week, and this is what he has to say to her when he saw her for the first time??
The vein in his forehead was pulsated as he looked down at her, frustrated that she wasn't taking her safety as seriously as he was. "Do not yell at me, human! You will do as I say!"
Her big blue eyes darkened with fury as she took a step closer to him. "I am not one of your Saiyan subjects, asshole. You are not my prince, therefore I will not do as you say." She poked him in the chest for good measure.
He closed the space between them, his figure looming over her small frame as they engaged in a silent staring contest. One daring the other to blink first, or show any sign of weakness.
As predicted, Bulma opened her mouth to scream at him some more, but was silenced by Vegeta's mouth crashing onto hers.
She responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck and her fingers raking through his thick mane of hair.
Vegeta followed suit, his arms wrapped around her small, delicate frame. Relishing the feeling of her body close to his. Oh how he'd miss this. He listened closely as her heart beat quickened and felt her body tremble against his. He even noticed how her legs seemed to weaken and threatened to give out from under her.
He smirked into the kiss.
As quickly as the kiss came, it ended. Vegeta gently pushed Bulma away from him, keeping her at arms-length. He chuckled at the dumbfounded look upon her beautiful face.
"Woman, you and I are going on a small mission. Go pack for warm weather."
He then turned on his heal and walked away from her before she could regain her composure and ask questions. As he walked down the hall, he couldn't keep the small smile from gracing his lips.
His test was a success. His plan was now in motion.
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"Show me."
The loyal worker hit a button, turning a large viewing screen on. Within seconds it showed Vegeta sauntering into the main computer room of the flag ship. The prince looked around for a few seconds and then sits down at one of the stations and inserts something into one of the computers. He types something and leaves just a couple minutes afterwards making sure to grab the small device he inserted into the computer.
The time stamp on the video matched the same exact upload time of the virus.
Frieza turned to another large viewing screen.
"Who gave him this?" His feminine voice showed only a twinge of anger.
"Bulma Briefs." The person on the viewing screen stated. "She's smart. In fact she is the one that designed the virus. I know she hand delivered the virus to Vegeta on your ship, although it's likely she was in disguise."
The lizard snapped his fingers at the servant working the controls of the security footage. The worker, knowing what that meant, searched for any and all video footage of Vegeta.
After a few moments another video popped up on the other screen. This time showing a woman with long dark hair, scantily clad in black leather. It showed the woman at Vegeta's door. After a few seconds the Prince himself opened the door and quickly grabbed the woman, throwing her into his room and looking up and down the hallway, making sure nobody saw.
"Hmph... Bulma Briefs..." Frieza rubbed his chin. "Ah. I remember her. Lovely little vixen. She spent some time with Dodoria. Pitty she escaped though. I was planning some rather wonderful things for her."
The man on the viewing screen cleared his throat. "Lord Frieza. I have another video file you may find interesting."
Just then another video popped up on the screen.
The video was grainy since it was taken at night, but you could still make out who and what was on it.
Vegeta stood in a seemingly empty street, he was standing stick straight and was pinning the blue haired woman's arms to her sides. His lip was curled up in a snarl as he stared down at her.
"It makes no sense to make each other miserable. Be with me Vegeta. I know you're... uneasy about it. But I am too." He started to pull away from her but she swiftly grabbed hold of his upper arms. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Vegeta. All I'm saying is we should be friends and see where this takes us."
The Saiyan's posture deflated as his shoulders sagged and nodded his head in agreement. He then brought the little human into an embrace and they started walking down the darkened street.
Frieza smiled wickedly. "Well well. It seems my monkey prince has gone off and developed feelings for a female. This is wonderful." He said as he chuckled.
"What am I to do now, Lord Frieza?" The man asked.
Frieza took his tail into his hand and stroked it lovingly. "I shall meet this Bulma Briefs. It seems she thinks she can steal my prince and turn him against me. She will have to be punished... and the Saiyan will watch."
Yamcha sat back in his chair with both hands behind his head. A sly smirk played across his lips as he listened to the evil laugh that came from the vid screen in front of him.
"I hear you loud and clear, Lord Frieza." He ended the feed.
"I warned you B. I warned you."
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