Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dimensions of You ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

He couldn’t see anything. Upon looking down, he noticed the same was true of himself. He seemed to no longer have a body. He felt one moment of panic before mentally shrugging. It was all the same anyways. He wondered if he was dead.

That was when he realized that he was not alone in this lightless place. He could sense another presence. Despite what others thought, he was an assassin, and assassins were cautious.

“I know you’re here. Who are you? Show yourself.”

He did not answer despite a sudden, inexplicable urge to do just that. He just waited for something to reveal itself. After a few moments he knew that whatever it was either wouldn’t or couldn’t show itself.

He had a feeling the other presence was getting something from this silence. It was almost calming. He looked curiously in the direction of the voice, wondering. He felt, for the first time, as if he could relax. But he didn’t.

He stayed in the silence and the blackness…. He stayed in the silence and the blackness…. He stayed in the silence and….

Vegeta jerked upwards, bed sheets tangled around him in a constricting manner. He put a hand to his head and squinted, What was that?

He’d had dreams before, but never this vivid. They were mostly just flickers of light and sound that tried to combine in such a way as to give off the illusion of real life, the dream and the memory of it fading in the morning light. But this dream’s memory stayed with him. Not only that, but it left a ‘feeling’ behind it that he couldn’t shake. It was like the dream was insisting that it was more than a dream.

He snorted and let his hand fall down to his sheets and began untangling himself. He had more to worry about than some dream. He had following that little wonder boy for some time, noting where he went, what he did, and whom he was with.

The boy fit the category Autolycus had put him in. He was the most naïve person Vegeta had ever seen. Not to mention he had a little stupidity to boot.

He lived with Muten Roshi, the most famous martial artist in the world along with a short, bald guy named Krillin and a whining, ex-desert bandit named Yamcha.

He’d already formed impressions of all three. He could easily distract the old man with anything porn-like. Krillin he’d just intimidate, and he had nothing to worry about from Yamcha. He was a weak person who wouldn’t commit himself to anything. And he had an absurd fear of women. Vegeta had quite a few options with that one.

He smirked and threw on a black t-shirt with jeans. He usually didn’t like to wear anything so—normal, but it would be required for the amount of time he figured it would take to be alone with the kid. Goku was hardly ever without one of his friends and while it wouldn’t be hard for Vegeta to take out Goku as well as Krillin or Yamcha, Vegeta didn’t want to waste energy on extras he wouldn’t get paid for.

He started downstairs and grimaced halfway down when he heard a high-pitched voice squeal from the kitchen. The fact that Mrs. Briefs was up early was a surprise to him. He’d gotten up early just to miss seeing her. While she fixed the greatest food he’d ever tasted, she was a ditz. He didn’t know what Dr. Briefs saw in the woman. She looked attractive, but her ways were a complete mystery to him; the ways of all women were a complete mystery to him.

She squealed again as he entered the room and started going on about how handsome he was and other things along that line as she filled up a plate for Vegeta and sat it at the table.

Vegeta sat down and glanced at Dr. Briefs as the man read his paper. He did not look up from what he was reading, despite the fact that Mrs. Briefs was blatantly flirting with him. He delved into his food, wanting to finish and get started as soon as possible. Love truly was blind.

Fifteen minutes later he was done with his third plate of food and got up from the table. Dr. Briefs finally put the paper down and took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing smoke upwards. “Where you off to, boy?” he asked nonchalantly.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed, Why questions all of a sudden?

“Out.” he said shortly.

Dr. Briefs shrugged, as if that hadn’t been the point of the question. “Mrs. Briefs and I have to go out of town for an inventors convention. We’ll be gone for two weeks. Perhaps you could stay at a friend’s?”

At first Vegeta was offended that the man didn’t trust him enough to stay in their house for two weeks without anyone else there. Then he realized that Dr. Briefs was merely worried that Vegeta would be lonely. He scoffed at such a notion.

However, this would fit into his plans nicely. “I think I can arrange that.”

Dr. Briefs smiled slightly. “Good. See you in two weeks then.”

Vegeta left the room, picking up the pace and growling when he heard Mrs. Briefs say his name and ‘cute’ in the same sentence.

It took him awhile to get to Kame House but soon he had landed his small boat on the shore of Turtle Hermit Island. He stood on the shore and waited for whoever was inside the house to recognize him, arms folded across his chest and an impatient look stamped on his face.

A few seconds later, an old man walked out. He had a cane in his hand, but hardly seemed to need it. A pair of shades were on his face, as if he was trying to look mysterious. Weirdest by far was the purple turtle shell on his back.

Vegeta could see the faces of Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha watching from the front window with open curiosity.

“Can I help you, young man?” Roshi asked.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I suppose so. I was told this was the place of the great martial artist, Muten Roshi. I wanted to challenge one of his pupils.”

One white eyebrow rose. “That’d be me. But why not just challenge me?”

Vegeta scoffed. “For, I’m sure, quite obvious reasons.”

Roshi nodded sagely. “Yes. I’d imagine it would be awfully hard to beat me. Next question then, why do you want to challenge one of my pupils?”

“If I beat him would you train me?”

Roshi wasn’t used to his questions being answered with questions. He grinned though. “I hardly think you can beat any one of my students. Besides, I’m not taking on any more wanna-be warriors.”

Vegeta gritted his teeth and visibly calmed himself down. “I’m hardly a ‘wanna-be warrior’. I’ve already been trained extensively in martial arts. My teachers have taught me all they know, however I wish to know more.”

“Why?”

Vegeta sighed. He was tiring of these questions but supposed they were necessary. “Because there is more to know. Why should I stop learning?”

Roshi nodded. “A wise answer.” He put a finger on his chin in thought. “I suppose that if you put on a good enough show, I’ll let you in. You certainly can’t defeat any of my students though. Goku, Krillin, Yamcha come out now.”

The latter two came looking sheepish at having been caught eavesdropping, but the former just stared at Vegeta with unabashed interest.

“Why’s your hair like that, mister? It looks funny!” So saying, Goku giggled.

Vegeta’s snarled slightly, This kid is just asking for it!

The other three groaned at Goku’s rather rude comment, missing the look on Vegeta’s face. Goku saw it, but he hardly knew what it meant.

Vegeta shifted slightly, one foot sliding back, knees bending. “You want me to take on all three?” He sounded almost—eager.

Roshi looked shocked. “All three? No. All you need to do is fight him.” his finger pointed right at Goku who looked like he was going to start jumping up and down in excitement.

Vegeta acted his part. “Him? He’s just a kid!”

Roshi smiled mysteriously. “So, you can’t defeat a kid?” He was thinking that this would give this young man a good lesson in humility.

Vegeta’s features twisted in insulted anger. “Of course I can!” He shifted his hard gaze to Goku. “Bring it on.”

Goku frowned for a second, looking intently into Vegeta’s eyes. He looked like he was about to say something but Vegeta forestalled him by launching himself at him.

Yamcha and Krillin both leapt out the way as Vegeta’s fist connected with the startled boy’s face, sending him crashing almost to door of the house.

Vegeta smirked as he watched Goku rise up with a wide-eyed look on his face, which now had a bruise forming on one cheek.

“That wasn’t nice.” Goku informed him. “You didn’t let me get ready.”

Vegeta let one side of his mouth turn upward. “A true warrior is always ready.”

Goku nodded and shifted into a fighting stance, down low with feet spread wide.

Suddenly his image seemed to fade out, and Vegeta stared as Goku disappeared completely. He looked warily around him and was suddenly knocked forward, face meeting hard ground, as something hit him from behind.

He jumped to his feet and whirled around. His face was livid as he stared at the smiling Goku. “You weren’t ready.”

Vegeta’s face twisted with hate. He no longer cared about any plans. He was going to kill this kid here and now.

Vegeta again launched himself at Goku, who was still smiling. As Vegeta and Goku traded blows, Yamcha, Krillin, and Master Roshi stood a ways off to the side, watching with interest and not a little bit of awe.

Reverse punch, duck, jab, dodge, spinning hook, duck, sidekick, block, and on and on until each individual move was lost in the strain on the eyes to see said moves.

Finally Vegeta and Goku broke off, each grinning at the other in anticipation of the next round. Then Goku did something that made Vegeta pause. He shifted his stance again, making it lower and slid his leg behind him, twisting his body so that his flank was facing Vegeta. He put both his hands to his side and slightly behind him, positioning them as if he was holding something round.

A look of intense concentration was on his small features. “KA—”

Vegeta smirked. ‘What is he doing?’

“—ME—HA—”

Vegeta’s smirk fell. ‘I don’t have time for games.’

“—ME—”

Vegeta launched himself at the child, intent on sending him crashing into unconsciousness.

“HAAA!!!”

Goku thrust his arms toward the charging Vegeta and the blast that flew from them caught Vegeta totally unaware. It would have hit him head on, had Vegeta not already been moving. He twisted his body in a desperate attempt to dodge the ki blast. Doing so prevented it from hitting him head on, but it clipped him as it passed, sending Vegeta tumbling sideways to stop but a few inches from the feet of the onlookers.

The Kamehameha Wave continued into the ocean, parting the water to both sides of it in it’s passing. It finally faded out as the ocean churned and spewed; filling the path the ki blast had taken.

Vegeta rolled himself over and managed to prop himself up on one elbow, clutching the side where the blast had hit him.

The others took notice of him at his movement, except for Goku, who’d never taken his eyes off of him; seeming surprised he could even move. They were in even more shock when Vegeta managed to stand, getting up slowly, eyes never wavering from Goku, like a predator looking for weakness.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the hand not clutching the wound. “You’re not human.”

While Goku just grinned blankly, Yamcha looked at Vegeta with wide eyes. “You’re hardly human-like.”

Vegeta sneered at the warrior. “Oh, I’m human all right. Although I’m certainly loath to put myself in the same category as you.”

Yamcha’s face darkened but Roshi put a hand on his arm, forestalling the fighting words that would’ve come out of his mouth. Vegeta was certainly injured, but he still looked to have some fight left in him.

“Was that enough of a ‘show’ for you?” Vegeta asked Roshi.

The old master’s eyes narrowed. “It was indeed. Quite a show. I will teach you.”

Both Krillin and Yamcha started to protest but Roshi held up a hand for silence. “A promise is a promise.” ‘But something about him is not quite right. I just wish I knew—’

Vegeta had by this time, gone to his boat. He came back with a stack of something in his hands. “To show my gratitude, I thought you would like these.”

Roshi grabbed the magazines eagerly and sat down right where he was, opening them one by one and practically drooling over them.

Krillin couldn’t help a sharp glance at the coincidence of Vegeta using the same ploy he had but Vegeta just met his stare and Krillin found himself looking away, although he couldn’t have said why.

“Uh, yeah. Welcome. My name’s Krillin.” He held out his hand but Vegeta just looked at it disinterestedly. Krillin’s hand fell to his side. “Yeah. Well, whatever.”

Yamcha didn’t even try to be polite and was glaring at Vegeta until Vegeta glared back. Yamcha looked away first and stalked into the house.

Goku came up beside Vegeta. “Boy, you’re a really good fighter. We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

Vegeta frowned down at the boy. “Yes. We will.” ‘As soon as I learn how to do—whatever it was he did.’

He smirked to himself. He liked this assignment more and more every minute. NEXT