Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Infinity ❯ Chapter Two: Get it Faster ( Chapter 2 )

How could she have let Vegeta get so close to her? She had had her eyes on him the whole time. She couldn’t understand just what had happened to her in that moment to make her freeze up in that instance of his close proximity. All she could remember was the heaviness of his hand, and looking up to see him right there, and closer than he had ever gotten - even during their battle he had not moved in like that. Gokuu wondered if it was something she should forget instead of keeping the memory in the back of her mind.

Besides, she had been putting her task off for long enough, and it was a perfect excuse to escape that odd moment with Vegeta. Gokuu hadn't been inside of her house in over four years, after all, and just thinking about how much dust had collected made her Saiyajin nose itch in irritation.

Gokuu opened the door, holding her breath, and glad for it when dust stirred up from the floor.

Tears rose to her eyes.

However it was not from the dust - though it helped. Directly in the middle of her living room wall across from herself was a large crack from what must have been a large earthquake. Most of the furniture seemed to have toppled over because of it, and a picture on her wall was slanted and barely holding onto the nail that held it aloft - the lone frame that had survived the earthquake for the rest were in little heaps of broken glass in various parts of the room. This picture was of her in her younger years with Kame Sen'nin, Kuririn, Bulma, Yamucha, Oolong, and Puar - all smiling at the camera.

She took the image, and clutched it tightly as her hands began to shake.

Vegeta cocked his head to the side, grunted, and then nudged at her, "Wake up, Kakarotto."

He had found her there - curled up on the thick branch of a tree, wearing what seemed like only a large blue T-shirt. Wrapped about one of her thighs was the tail that he had suspected her of accumulating somehow in her travels.

Finding his hand straining for her tail, he retracted it back to his side with snap, snorting in annoyance.

"Wake up, damn it! ... Kakarotto ..." he was currently floating beside her on her high branch, "Kakarotto ...!" And he was quickly losing his patience.

"Huh?" Suddenly her shoulders twitched, and her eyes clenched tighter closed before they opened up, "... Ve ..."

"Find her yet?" Vegeta heard the bald one call out from further in the forest, startling him.

He and Vegeta had both gone to Kakarotto's home at the same time to go looking for her, and upon not finding her, they had split up in the forest around her house to search for her.

"No!" He shouted back to him after checking whether the bald man was anywhere nearby, and if he would be able to see the two of them together. He then redirected his gaze toward Kakarotto’s face, "Why the hell are you sleeping in a tree?"

Her eyes lowered from his eyes to his chest, and one corner of her lips quirked up, "... I like your shirt."

Quickly he glanced down at his own white shirt which stated 'SPORK' proudly, and covered his eyes, holding back his disgruntlement, "Forget the shirt. Just answer me."

"Um ..." she wrapped her arms around her knees, and unable to help himself, his eyes darted to her upper thighs where he saw that she was wearing green panties underneath, "My house is too dusty to sleep in. I found some 'jamas and then came out here."

"Out in the cold with no blankets?" He went to stand on the branch, still looking down at her.

"The moth-eaten blankets, you mean?" His eyebrow twitched from the odd finality in Kakarotto's tone, and then she stood up, shuffling her bare feet a bit, "In fact ... this is the only thing I found that wasn't ruined ..."

"I see ... come on then," Vegeta turned around.

"Why?"

"I'm sure that Bulma wants you to be safe and sound at her abode," he snorted. Personally, he would have loved to just leave her lying around in her skivvies; however he did not desire to do battle with an ill Saiyajin. He needed to get around to achieving Super Saiyajin after all, and defeat the girl.

"There's no reason for her to be ..." there had been no confidence in her voice, or even grit. It was like they had both suddenly died within her.

After a moment, Vegeta looked back at her, something feeling out of place, "What?"

She started, "It's nothing."

His hand shot out of its own accord, grabbing and clenching her small neck, "Who the hell are you?" When she tried to pull away, his hand went with her, following her body only to slam her back against the trunk of the tree, his thumb pressing tautly to her jugular, "You haven't been acting like yourself, Kakarotto. Tell me what's going on with you." Her eyes began to dart around, trying to look anywhere but at his face as he leaned in closer, "Look at me, Kakarotto. You can't find your answers in this damned forsaken forest."

Uncertainty crept into her eyes which turned back to him gradually, "I-"

He heard more than felt his jaw snap out of place briefly when a fist connected to it. Without missing a beat, he turned on his attacker, and smashed his own fist into his assailant's face, smirking in satisfaction as he noticed it was cue-ball.

As the stupid man soared back from the force of his blow, crashing through several trees before landing, Vegeta started to go after him, but a small hand grasped his calf, "Stop it! You were fighting me!"

"No," - he turned about in her grasp - "I wasn't!" Sitting up in the air, he took hold of the arm of the hand holding him steady, "It was more like playing with a doll than fighting a warrior. Worse than that ... you were a pathetic doll! Cue-ball is more interesting!"

"Go - Gokuu?" Kuririn stammered as even Vegeta recoiled from the bleak gaze of her eyes that then appeared over her features.

"Vegeta ...” he swallowed hard, feeling her eyes bore into his own, and almost released his grip on her wrist, but only held on with his stubbornness, unwilling to show weakness, “I don't want to fight you anymore. This has gone on long enough." Pretty black eyes shimmered in the light peeking through the leaves and branches above them, "I know ... that you're upset that I'm a Super Saiyajin now, but ... I don't know why we can't at least try to get along. It's so" - her eyes somehow pierced deeper into his eyes, and he gulped down nothing once more - "childish. We really don't have to be fighting each other. We're both here on the same planet, and it looks like we're both going to stay here for a long time, so we need to find some peace with each other ... Vegeta, do you understand what I'm saying at all?"

He crossed his arms primly, and snorted, "Of course I do." Then his hands clenched her shoulders, coming close enough for their noses to almost touch, "Every word ... except for those that weren't my own name."

"I quit fighting."

"Uh ... I know I put it around here." Bulma suddenly smiled, and held up a large hoi-poi capsule, "Aha!" The two of them were in Bulma's lab, looking through a big chest full of numbered capsules. She handed the capsule over, "There you go, Gokuu-chan, one house ready-to-go for you."

Gokuu bubbled, "Thanks, Bulma!"

The other woman grinned, and poked her nose, causing the Saiyajin girl to giggle, "Anything for such a cutie."

A knock on the window startled them both, and Gokuu turned to look, and saw someone standing outside the window, "Piccolo! Hi!"

Behind her, Bulma muttered as Piccolo jumped in through the window, "We do have a door you know."

Grunting, the large green man ignored the heiress, and turned to Gokuu, "You look better than what the others were saying. Happy - like yourself." He pulled something from out of his pocket, and offered it to her, "So ... here." In his clawed, hand with only four digits was the four-star dragonball, "I thought you might like this."

Her eyes began to fill up with tears, "Aw, thanks, Piccolo, I'm so happy!"

His shoulders tensed up in shock - of course, not one for touchy-feely crap, "Then why are you crying?"

"I'm just happy ..." the young Saiyajin wiped away the tears with a little understanding smile up at him.

"So don't cry," the Namek grumped, and then frowned softly, looking outside at the Gravity Room, "... Dear, gods ... Son, is that Vegeta?"

She seemed to quiet, "Yeah, it is."

Lips pursing thoughtfully, he didn't tear his eyes from the Gravity Room, "He took your news hard. His energy feels terrible. All shaken-up like it's about to burst ..."

Softly, Gokuu commented, "Not just that; he's empty." Frowning softly, Bulma glanced at her, watching her almost expressionless features, "But I never would have guessed that he'd reach Super Saiyajin so soon."

As the color drained from both Bulma and Piccolo, he snapped, "You mean-?"

"Yep," she said, "I only told him that to help him." Finally a familiar smile came across her face, "I want to fight him. I want to see his confidence again."

Bulma's eyes suddenly bulged out, and she stared at her oldest friend. 'I want to see his confidence again' ...? Oh, Gokuu-chan, I think that you want more than that from our Prince 'Charming.' Beginning to look very amused, she tapped her own chin in thought, This girl's never been on a date before, and I don't think that Vegeta knows what a date is ... Wait, does Son-chan even know what a date is? This'll have to take some work on my part, but ... She glanced over at the content smile on Gokuu's face, It'll be worth it to see one of her real smiles again.

As she ran off after a "Bye, Gokuu!" Bulma thought as she ignored Gokuu’s cry of surprise, She went through all that trouble to make him a Super Saiyajin after all!

Mist from upon high broke apart to show a silhouette standing near the edge of the precipice, a hand on his hip, looking on past the horizon. He wore only a pair of loose white pants with a dark blue sash wrapped about his waist where a brown tail swung forth lazily. His hair was a wild mess of black, and his eyes were a fiercely darker black. Around his neck dangled a silver-colored chain of metal, and from it, resting on his chest, was a circular medallion; the stone in the middle was polished smooth, and a light pink - soft and comforting - while the stones around it, cut into triangles, framed it in alternating colors of light green and a blue-green.

The medallion was one that was remade over and over again, passed down to the sons and daughters of the ruling family of Vegeta-sei.

"What's with the stupid pose?"

The man - embarrassed and shocked - fell over, "Urk!"

Sighing, another man beside the first that had spoken murmured, "You know like I do, Addict."

Addict snorted, pulling the pipe from his lips for a moment, "Bored ..." it went back into his mouth, "again."

"Yup," said the other.

Addict was what he was called because that was what he essentially was - an addict of a now extinct drug in the living world. Even in death, Addict was paralyzed from the waist down from the drug. It was extinct in the living world, but not in their version of the afterlife. There the drug still thrived, and Addict still happily partook of it whenever he had the urge.

The man that had first spoken up was called Romantic. His exploits in the living realm had thus dubbed him so. He had once had sixteen wives after all.

Romantic looked up, spotting two other Saiyajin. As dissimilar as the two looked, they were, in actuality, twins. One was large, and brawny with a thick head of hair that touched the middle of his back, and the other was more skinny, and a bit taller, his own hair a bizarre jigsaw puzzle sticking up into the air. Together they were called the Twin Terrors, but separate, they were Muscle and Brain respectively. Currently, Brain was holding up a very small figure up by its ankle, peering over it curiously.

"... What is that?" Romantic finally asked of them.

His head cocked to the side, and Brain said, "I think it's one of our descendants."

"Awfully scrawny though," the other Terror murmured, and poked at the child's side making it try to take a swipe at him.

Groaning, he rolled his eyes, and shouted, "So put 'im down!" I can't believe those two ... When they dropped it, he snapped, "Not drop! Morons!"

Examining it, Romantic vaguely noticed as Brain leaned over him, his tail dangling in reach.

It was a boy - as was certain - who sat up slowly, his eyes closed tightly as if holding back crying or even a scream of rage. He was clothed in a big pair of black boots tipped in gold that went to his knees, and an odd uniform of sorts: a dark blue gi with a black shirt underneath it. On the left side of his chest was sown in the shape of the medallion of Vegeta, and across his back on a circle of white was the insignia in black.

Without warning, the boy caught Brain's tail between his fangs.

"Yeeeaaaaaaggh!"

After Muscle dislodged him from poor Brain, he shook his finger at him - a safe distance from his mouth (and thus fangs), "No biting tails."

"Well," Romantic drawled slowly, "you guys did drop him."

"That's not the point!" With such said, Brain turned his back to them all, holding up his chin, "Hmph!"

While the boy eyed his injured tail, Muscle began to chuckle in anticipation, and Addict shouted over his shoulder back at another figure who was gazing into a Seeing Orb, "Tall! Hey! Tall! ... Tall! I think it's your great grandson! ... Tall! Look at him!"

He spoke airily, silencing Addict, "Not until he's born." Tall didn't even look back, "It's pointless to hope for the boy's birth though. I don't know why the gods torture us. The possibility of our species flourishing is an impossible dream."

In truth, he wasn't really called Tall by the people, but among his older ancestors they tried not to upset him. His other names affiliated with the name given to all of their Ou were too disturbing, so they named him for his unusual height.

Vegeta the Slayer.

Vegeta the Murderer.

Vegeta the Killer of his own people.

Vegeta the Archenemy.

Vegeta the Enemy's Ally.

The Vegeta that had committed genocide upon his whole empire with one fell swoop when he had befriended a creature called Freeza.

"I don't care what you think," came the whisper, "I'm getting out of here."

This came out pretty quickly ... ^^;;;; But then, this used to be a comic that I gave up on drawing. The idea stuck into my head though.

So, here it is out in Fan Fiction form!

... Hoorah?