Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dimensions of You ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Autolycus casually strode into his chambers and took his seat. A shadow detached itself from one of the walls to his left, a soft chuckle following close after. “He accepted, oh Master?”

Autolycus smiled slightly, cocking his head at the sibilant hiss. “He accepted all right. But you were correct in thinking that he was different, changed. I don’t know when. I really thought he could become the next in line. But he has become a liability. The task I gave him was a very real one, but his emotions are clouding his reason. This leaves me with a problem. I gave him the task to get power, true, but now I will have neither power nor successor.” Autolycus looked at the shadowy figure out of the corner of his eyes, silently asking for advice.

The shadow chuckled again; a dry, raspy sound, like old paper. “You can have both, oh Master.”

Autolycus’s eyebrow rose. “And the cost?”

The figure shuffled forward but did not step into the light, as if fearing it. “The same as always, Master. My Lord wishes you to dispatch of the problem. That is all.”

Autolycus sighed. “That was the Prince’s original duty, but he seems to be a man of no honor.” He frowned. “I don’t understand. I had him pegged when I first saw him. Now…he was the last I thought to betray me.”

“All men must fail. All must betray in the end. My Lord, he makes us more than men. He can make you more than man. Make you God, Master.”

Autolycus chuckled. “And why hasn’t your lord done this to himself, hm?”

The figure sighed. “He has no way to. He gives up his Godhood to exact vengeance on the problem. He offers the information to allow you to get to Godhood. He says that someone must do what is right. Must get rid of the problem. Such a noble man is my Lord.”

Autolycus was still silent and the creature shuffled nervously. “Why does Master doubt? Never before have we betrayed him. We are more than men, yet less than Gods. Master will be more than man, be God. He will be all powerful…have immortality.”

Autolycus smiled reassuringly at the creature. “Forgive me. You are right. I have no reason to doubt you or your lord. I am just a naturally distrusting man. It is, again, a man thing. Your lord and I have had too many transactions with each other, would lose too much by betraying the other. I trust him in as much as any man can trust another and still be a man. Tell me this information. I will use it for your lord and me. I will rid him and me of this problem.”

The creature shuffled to the side, still staying out of the light. He told Autolycus the knowledge that would give him ultimate power in those sibilant tones that reminded Autolycus of a lizard.

At the end, Autolycus’s grin was feral, the candlelight flickering off his face, making him appear almost demonic. *   *   *

Vegeta lay in bed, scowling fiercely at the ceiling. He’d been lying like this for the past two hours. With one last scowl, he swung his legs over the side and pushed himself off the bed. He figured that he’d gotten about two to three hours of sleep in last night, his thoughts revolving around the Test and his reluctance to even think of it, which caused him to think of it, of course.

He couldn’t understand why he’d reacted the way he had when Autolycus had told him his intentions with the woman. What did he care if the woman was used that way? If she couldn’t hold her own, then she deserved what she got.

He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, noting that the sun’s angle made it about an hour after sunrise. He wondered briefly where the woman was before concluding that she must be waiting for him at the ship.

He toyed with the idea of not going before discarding it. Her suspicions were down a little with what he had told her last night, no need to arouse them again.

He fixed a quick breakfast and headed out, making it to the ship to look around in confusion. He even peered into the ship but he couldn’t see or sense the woman anywhere, and she didn’t know how to hide her ki, although he wouldn’t have been surprised to find that she’d learned it.

He must have stood there for an hour before he felt someone coming. He frowned and turned to the huge figure flying toward him. Nappa landed and looked around, his scowl increasing as he finally looked at Vegeta. “Where is she?”

Vegeta raised a brow at the man’s ire. “Where’s who?”

Nappa growled. “Don’t play with me, human. I won’t hesitate to kill you! Where’s Princess Bulma?”

Vegeta snarled. “How should I know? I’m not her keeper. I believe that’s your job. What’s wrong? Can’t even keep track of one woman?”

Nappa gritted his teeth, and then took a deep breath. “I don’t have time to get into a spat with you, human. She needs to be found. I don’t trust this place.”

Vegeta grinned. “You actually might be smarter than I gave you credit for.” At Nappa’s lost look, Vegeta sighed. “Then again, maybe not. I can’t feel her ki. Has she learned how to hide it?”

“Hide it? You can hide your ki?”

Vegeta sighed disgustedly. “I’m surprised she survived this long with your stupidity.” Nappa’s face darkened but Vegeta held out a hand. “Wait. What’s that?”

“What’s what?” Nappa snarled, still wounded at the insult.

“That ki signature, idiot. I don’t recognize it.” Vegeta looked to his right. “It’s coming from that direction.”

Nappa smirked. “It’s probably a squirrel.”

Vegeta glared at the man. “Think, idiot. Although I know it’s asking a lot.” With that, Vegeta took off for the unknown power source. Not one to be shown up, Nappa followed on his heels.

Vegeta touched down several minutes later to see a familiar sight. Nappa landed beside him, cursing softly.

The Saiyan pod opened with a hiss and a tall man with a long, black mane stepped out. Smirking, he looked up at the two men.

“Radditz? But—”

“Don’t gape, Nappa. You look stupid when you do that. Oh wait, you are stupid aren’t you?” He chuckled at his own joke, frowning when the two men didn’t join him. He turned to the shorter one. “And who might you be, little man?”

Vegeta scowled. “Are you a joke? Are you trying to be a woman with all that hair and that—” Here he smirked and gave a pointed glance at Radditz’s exposed thigh. “—garter?”

Radditz growled and rose into the air to land in front of the two men. He put his face right into Vegeta’s, having to lean down to do so. “I asked you a question, little man.”

Vegeta laughed shortly. “Stupid.” The ki blast took Radditz right in the gut, landing him back into the crater.

Radditz shakily got up. “You’ll pay for that, little man.” He started up after Vegeta, but halted when Nappa moved in front of him.

“Never mind the human, Radditz. What are you doing here? How did you survive Vegeta-sei’s destruction?”

Radditz’s face soured. “I was away at the time. I came here to get my brother but I seem to have been beaten to the punch.”

Nappa looked slightly hopeful. “Are there any others? What about the Prince?”

This time Radditz actually looked away. “No others. There is no Prince, only the King.”

Nappa blinked. “The king survived? But I thought Prince Saryl was with Frieza.”

Radditz turned to Nappa and growled. “Idiot. Prince Saryl is the king. And he is still with Frieza.”

Nappa’s eyes widened. “Wha-but, I mean, how?”

Radditz rolled his eyes. “How does any Saiyan Prince become King, Nappa? He killed the king, and then he destroyed our planet.”

Holding a hand to his forehead, Nappa tried to assimilate all this information. “Frieza destroyed Vegeta-sei.”

Radditz smirked at the confused man. He was enjoying himself. “Wrong. Frieza spread that rumor. That traitor that calls himself king did it.”

Nappa put down his arm. “Radditz—” He growled the name and Radditz’s eyebrow rose. “—that is treason.”

Radditz almost laughed. “If that’s treason, then what do you call licking Frieza’s boots?”

Nappa glowered. “This is Pri-King Saryl you’re speaking of, not Zarbon.”

Radditz slashed his hand, cutting off that line of discussion. “You only remember him as he was on Vegeta-sei. Two years under that lizard and he caved. It all started—”

“Enough!” Nappa cut him off. “You will stop this or I will kill you right now. You will tell Princess Bulma all of this and the reasons you have come. She will decide what must be done with you.” His face twisted. Obviously he hoped whatever the Princess did would be unpleasant for Radditz.

Grunting in answer, Radditz nodded. Nodding back at the contrite man, Nappa turned and walked back up to Vegeta, glaring at him. Vegeta had his arms crossed and was looking bored with the whole scene.

Nappa felt Radditz power-up but was too late to turn around as the blast hit him right in the back. It tossed him the rest of the way up out of the crater and bowled him into Vegeta, who had no time to get out of Nappa’s way.

Vegeta’s breath rushed out of him as the full weight of the bodyguard landed on him. The man was ten times Vegeta’s weight. He was still breathing, but he wouldn’t be for long unless he was given medical treatment. Vegeta was surprised that this Radditz had managed to so hurt Nappa, but now he could feel the power the man had been hiding. From the look on Nappa’s face, he could feel it too, in more ways than one.

Vegeta managed to squirm out from underneath Nappa to see Radditz grinning down at them.

“I don’t deal with traitors, Nappa. And if you side with the toy-king, you are as traitorous as he.” He turned his glare to Vegeta, who had gotten up fully and backed away from Nappa. “Don’t go anywhere, little man. You’ll be next.” He cocked his head to one side. “After you tell me where Princess Bulma is, that is. She’ll join her bodyguard in his traitor’s death.”

He turned back to Nappa and pointed a ki-filled finger at him. “Slow death for you, traitor.”

Just as the ki was going to leave his finger, a blast knocked it away, making the shot go awry.

Radditz turned to the glowering Vegeta with a grin as he absently shook his stinging hand. “You wanna play now, little man? I suppose I could take out the time—”

Vegeta interrupted by phasing out and snapping a front kick at Radditz’s back. Radditz stumbled and whirled around, face flushed with anger. “You’re gonna pay for that, lit—”

Vegeta lunged at the man and leapt up, aiming a roundhouse at the taller man’s head. “Shut up and fight me!”

Radditz easily blocked and grinned. Ever happy to oblige, he threw a barrage of attacks that had Vegeta on the defensive. A punch to the head broke through, leading the way for several other hits that knocked Vegeta backwards. He flipped upright and wiped the blood from his mouth, gritting his teeth. The man’s strength outdid his own, but his wits and speed didn’t, and he had no strategy except to pound Vegeta.

Radditz went on the attack again, and Vegeta furiously kept pace. As soon as there was a lull, Vegeta took it, flying to the grove.

Radditz smiled. “Running, little man?” He jumped into the air and followed.

Vegeta ignored the comment, heading into the trees. He landed when he got to the deepest shadows and quickly performed his vanishing act.

He grinned from the shadows as Radditz touched down and looked all around, eyes going right over where Vegeta was crouched. Vegeta let the man simmer. It was so much more fun that way.

“Where are you, coward? Come out and fight like a man! Or at least die like one.”

Vegeta was suddenly beside Radditz, knife cutting across the throat as he whispered. “My name is Vegeta.”

Radditz’s blood drained from his body, staining Vegeta’s hands as his last memory was of the assassin’s name echoing in his mind.

Vegeta turned around, disregarding the body that was even uglier in death than it had been in life. He quickly made his way back to Nappa and stood there, watching the still body.

Nappa was already—

A huge hand shot up and grabbed Vegeta by the neck, pulling him down close to his face. Blood foamed on the man’s lips as he tried to form his dying words. Vegeta leaned in voluntarily and the man’s grip relaxed, though not only from Vegeta’s willingness.

“Princess…promise…protect her.”

Vegeta drew back, the grip on his neck allowing him to. He started to shake his head and was yanked violently back down.

“Promise!”

Vegeta frowned into the man’s face, eyes connecting with eyes. What he saw in them made him curse. He snarled. “I promise.”

Nappa grunted and the grip loosened completely from Vegeta’s neck, hand falling limply to the ground as the light fled from the bodyguard’s eyes.

Vegeta rose and looked down at the body, still frowning. He growled, at the body or at something else, it couldn’t be told which.

Looking around, he suddenly felt the woman’s ki. He stepped back, the urge to head for the shadows strong. The promise kept him there.

He looked back down at the body and had a sudden desire to kick the corpse. Instead, he folded his arms across his body and waited for the woman.

Bulma touched down and took in the scene before her. Vegeta stood over a very still Nappa, blood dripping from his hands unnoticed. She stared at him. His eyes were hard and cold obsidian, a far distant place away.

Her own eyes became hardened as she took a fighting stance. “So, this is how it’s going to be?”

Vegeta looked confused and unfolded his arms. He noticed the blood coating them then and grimaced. He realized what she must think.

He bent at the knees and wiped his hands on the grass, watching his task and ignoring the woman who was poised to attack him. “If you’d look over there you’d see a pod. Some Saiyan named Radditz came out of it. He started babbling about that Frieza guy and someone named Saryl. Your bodyguard wasn’t willingly listening and this Radditz took offense. The results are what you see before you. In the woods are the results of the idiot crossing me.”

He glanced up at Bulma to see her staring into empty space, a glazed-over look in her eyes. He frowned. “Woman?”

She blinked at looked at him as he rose, hands clean. “Radditz? Bardock’s son? He’s here?”

His frown deepened. Kakarott was Bardock’s son. “I already said that, woman. He came, killed, and was killed himself.”

Bulma looked down at Nappa’s body and a tremor went through her body. “You killed Radditz? You didn’t kill Nappa?”

Vegeta snorted. “Yes, I killed Radditz. No, I didn’t kill Nappa. Radditz killed Nappa. Do you comprehend yet, or is that mind of yours permanently shut down?”

Bulma’s cheeks flushed. “As if killing Nappa would be below you! This was just convenient!”

The woman’s chest was heaving with anger, and Vegeta’s eyes narrowed. “How would it be ‘convenient’?”

The woman’s eyes widened and her breath quickly became shallow. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed all the more, so she quickly spat out. “What did Radditz say about Prince Saryl?”

Vegeta was silent for a moment, but the woman was too and her inquiry took precedence over his as Radditz’s little speech had produced questions.

“‘You only remember him as he was on Vegeta-sei. Two years under that lizard and he—’” He startled to rattle off verbatim until what Radditz had said, what Vegeta had been going to say, registered in his mind. His mouth closed with an audible snap.

Bulma advanced on him, ki glowing around her. “What else, Vegeta? Tell me.”

Vegeta glowered at the woman and answered stiffly. “How would it be convenient?” Bulma stopped and sputtered at the man. Vegeta grimly grinned. “We are at a stalemate.”

Bulma nodded, a frown forming on her face. “Saryl is my brother.” Bulma saw Vegeta flinch slightly and felt a pang of fear. “What happened to Saryl?”

He looked down at Nappa’s body. “He was your protectorate. Why would his death be convenient for me?”

Bulma ground her teeth and looked down at the body too, ignoring his question as he had ignored hers. “I must give him the Saiyan burial rites. The ones for a warrior killed in battle.” She gave the cold body a small smile. “He wanted to die that way.”

Vegeta grunted. “What about the other body?”

Bulma glared in the direction of the woods. “Let it rot. A traitor’s death.”

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. “He called you the traitors.”

Bulma looked at Vegeta. She hadn’t expected that little tidbit. She debated telling him anything. But if he was already planning on capturing her, what was the harm in letting him know she knew? Besides, his own reactions last night made her wonder at his intentions. “I followed you last night.”

His eyes went wide and his whole body tensed. He half-crouched, not understanding her cool statement of the fact.

Afraid that if she even breathed wrong he’d bolt, she asked quietly. “What happens if you don’t do as the man said?”

‘Why does she care?’

If he would have answered was never known as they both felt the familiar ki’s of Goku, Yamcha, and Krillin.

Immediately Vegeta straightened, and Bulma watched in awe as a something like a coat of armor seemed to glide over Vegeta’s whole body. His posture became erect and proud, a statement shouting ‘stay away’. His eyes became expressionless, and his face bland. He was prepared to jump into a fray instead of avoiding one. He had been avoiding one with her?

 The three fighters landed and took in the scene before them much the same way as Bulma had. Their reactions weren’t all the same though. Yamcha immediately glared at Vegeta, who returned his look eagerly, and then glanced over at Bulma as if checking her health. It made Bulma flush with offended anger. She could take care of herself.

Krillin gaped at the body, and then did the same to Bulma and Vegeta, obviously having no clue as to what had happened, or not wishing to jump to conclusions.

Goku frowned sadly at Nappa and then looked up with those same eyes at Bulma and Vegeta. Both felt a twinge of anger, as the eyes seemed to pierce right through the shields they had erected. Goku looked away from them and Bulma and Vegeta felt as though he’d garnered more than either of them had wanted him to, although neither knew of their shared experience.

Goku was the first to speak, and he did so softly, still looking at Nappa’s body. “We felt the ki. What happened?”

Bulma answered in a detached voice. “It was a Saiyan named Radditz that you sensed, your brother, Goku. He killed Nappa, Vegeta killed him, then I got here, then you got here.”

Goku frowned. “My brother?” He shrugged. “I’m glad I never knew him. Looks like Nappa was stabbed in the back.”

Vegeta gave Goku a sharp glance, mentally reassessing the young adult in his mind. Bulma gave Vegeta a sharp glance, the reference to stabbing in the back reminding her of her situation. She looked at Goku. A situation she couldn’t pursue now. “His body is to be left in the woods. I must go perform the Saiyan burial rites for Nappa.” Without another word she walked over to the body and picked up the dead weight with ease.

Yamcha immediately moved to assist her. Even though she glared at him, he didn’t take the hint. Tentatively smiling, he tried to take the body away from her.

The body slipped from her grasp as he tugged it. As Yamcha moved to compensate, his knees buckled. The body was heavy, more like a ton of bricks, and Bulma smirked with no humor as she took the body completely from Yamcha’s grasp. “This is a Saiyan ritual, human.”

With that, and not a backward glance, she took off to the sky, acting as if the body weighed no more than a child’s, carrying it as if it were one too.

Goku looked worriedly after her, while Yamcha and Krillin gawked and Vegeta scowled at nothing in particular.

Goku turned to Vegeta. “Maybe you should go with her. I don’t think she should be alone.”

Vegeta snarled at Goku. “She can take care of herself. Besides, what makes you think I care, Kakarott?”

Goku smiled at the name Vegeta had taken to calling him ever since Bulma had stopped calling him it. He supposed it was better than ‘kid’. “I don’t know. You spend the most time with her. You live in the same house. None of us know her that well.”

Yamcha’s face fell at the truth of that statement, as he was just getting ready to volunteer himself to go after her. Krillin patted his friend’s shoulder conciliatorily and they shared a wan smile. At least they were both girlfriendless.

Vegeta growled. He had many reasons for not going and that many more for going. He growled at Goku. “You owe me, Kakarott.”

Goku smiled easily and put up his hands in a peaceful gesture. “One sparring session as soon as you’re done. Promise.”

Vegeta again snarled at the man’s easy-going manner. “You’ll be picking your teeth up off the ground. Promise.” He mocked Goku’s tone on the last word.

Goku simply laughed and Vegeta took off before he attacked the man right there. From the look in Goku’s eyes, maybe that was his intention. It could never be told with Goku. *   *   *

It did not take long for Vegeta to locate the woman. She was standing on a cliff that was outthrust over a desert-like plateau. Her back was facing him, but, by the way she squared her shoulders and thrust her head upwards as he landed behind her, she knew he was there.

Nappa’s body was laid out in front her, not far from the edge. He was on his back and his arms were crossed over his body, elbows bent so that hands were beside face. His eyes were closed and Vegeta knew she had closed them, for they had been open when Nappa had died.

She continued to face away from him. He waited behind her, just as silent, watching the wind tousle her blue hair about her face fitfully. Her equally blue tail was tight around her waist, although he noticed the tip of it twitching ever so slightly. She held a small vial in her hands, but he couldn’t see the contents of it.

She finally lowered her gaze to the vial, and subsequently, to the warrior’s body. A soft sigh made her chest rise. She opened the vial that Vegeta could now see contained some sort of red, grainy-like substance.

Bulma carefully sprinkled the soil of Vegeta-sei contained in the vial evenly over Nappa’s body. Some of the dirt was carried by the wind, to disappear in the brown sands of the desert below.

Every warrior had a vial of Vegeta-sei’s soil on his or her person. No one knew where a warrior would find himself on a mission. So, they kept the vial on them at all times so that, if they did die in battle, their companion, Bulma in this case, could properly perform the burial rites.

She stepped back and sadly looked at the body of her foster father, silently saying goodbye to the giant warrior with her eyes. She raised a hand and guided the ki blast to the body, alighting it. The body quickly caught, the fire rising so that the heat even beat against Vegeta, as far away as he was. He wondered how she stood up before it.

The wind blew the smoke and the stench of burning flesh away from the spectators as both wordlessly watched the warrior’s body slowly melt into the flames.

Hours later, or days later it seemed, the fire died, the only indication of anything having been there a black spot on the ground and gray specks that were ashes lifting into the wind, joining Vegeta-sei’s soil in mingling with the desert.

Bulma did not look at Vegeta. “I said that this was a Saiyan ritual.” Her voice was heavy and tired.

When Vegeta didn’t answer, Bulma finally turned to look at him to find him looking at her with a gaze that was disturbing in its intensity.

They stared at each other like that for a long moment before Vegeta broke it by looking out at the desert. “Kakarott seemed to think that you needed watching after. Complying got him to shut up.”

Bulma said nothing to this. Her thoughts were hardly on what Goku thought she could or couldn’t handle. She was pretty sure that Vegeta’s weren’t there either.

He looked at her again, this time eyes void of anything. “Since you heard everything, you know what I have been told to do.” He didn’t wait for her reply. “I can be impossible to find when I want to be. Comes with the job.”

She wondered at this last statement, but pushed it aside in favor of more pressing concerns. “Vegeta, I need to know what else Radditz said about Saryl. I need to know about my brother.”

Vegeta merely walked up to her and stared at her for a long moment, before lightly grabbing her shoulders and pressing his lips to her urgently.

Such was her shock at this unexpected action that she stiffened. Vegeta let go of her abruptly, almost making her stumble, smiling sadly at her, before taking off into the sky.

Bulma watched him go, that last statement finally making sense, her fingers unconsciously resting where his lips had been.

She ran the hand through her hair, wondering at Vegeta’s departure. What did it mean? That he wasn’t going to do as he was told? Why not?

She shook her head, the questions not clarifying themselves no matter how hard she thought of them. She sighed and took off in the opposite direction of Vegeta, back toward the traitor-Saiyan’s pod. She couldn’t follow Vegeta. He could be impossible to find when he wanted to be, after all. Besides, perhaps Radditz’s pod held answers to her other, though no less complicated, questions.

She was surprised to see a lone figure waiting near the space pod. She landed beside Yamcha and gave him a questioning look. He smiled at her. “Goku and Krillin went home. I hoped you’d come back here.”

Bulma shrugged. “The traitor might have left some clues as to what he was doing here.” She turned to the crater and slid down it to inspect the inside of the pod, searching for said clues.

Yamcha slid down beside her. “Maybe he was here on the same task as you.”

Bulma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “That doesn’t explain his attack on Nappa. Attacking a Saiyan isn’t treason, but attacking the royal line’s bodyguard is. You are, essentially, attacking the royal line. He called us traitors.”

Yamcha looked confused. “Really? But you said you showed up after he died.” The question was unspoken, yet Bulma clearly heard it.

“Vegeta was here. He killed him.”

Yamcha’s mouth pinched into a thin line. “You know, Vegeta isn’t the most friendly of people. He could’ve provoked him. Kami knows how many times he’s done the same to me.”

Bulma conceded the point. “True. But Vegeta will usually put aside his antagonist attitude when his curiosity is peaked.  Seeing another Saiyan would surely do that. Besides, Nappa could have deflected Radditz’s ire. Radditz was a third-class. Nappa was first. Which is another thing. How did Radditz get all that power?”

She leaned back up from her fruitless inspection and grimaced. “I have to check the traitor’s body.”

Yamcha made a disgusted noise before composing himself. “Where is it?”

Bulma looked around and spotted the grove of trees. “Vegeta said there.” She pointed.

Bulma led the way into the grove, Yamcha following, finding the body not very far into the trees. Half of the body was hidden in shadow, but Bulma could still see the cause of death and visibly flinched at the reddish-black, horizontal line running across the throat.

Yamcha crouched down next to the body, not touching it, nose wrinkled in distaste. He stared intently at the mark of death then looked back up at Bulma. “This was made by a knife. How could Vegeta have done this? I mean it doesn’t seem like this guy would just stand there and let him.”

Bulma smiled grimly as she crouched down beside Yamcha and began pawing at Radditz’s body for anything useful. “He didn’t. Vegeta didn’t exactly give him a choice in the matter.”

Yamcha’s eyes widened at the insinuation. “You mean…he stabbed him in the back?”

Bulma nodded, not looking at Yamcha. “So to speak.” She leaned back from her inspection. “Radditz has been through many battles,” she noted, pointing out the many scars the etched his body.

“And?”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “And that explains his power increase. Each time a Saiyan is defeated in battle and lives, his power becomes greater. Helps when you’re fighting something stronger than you that decides it wants to play with you first.”

Her hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed a tiny object on Radditz’s armor. She held it between two of her fingers and closely inspected it. Her eyebrows drew upward when she noticed the red blinking light on it.

“What is it?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll take it back to the lab and find out.”

Yamcha rose with her. “Mind if I join you?”

Bulma looked at him out of the corner of her eye and saw only an offer of friendship. She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Yamcha smiled back and they both took off toward Capsule Corporation, leaving the body of Radditz to rot in the woods. NEXT