Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign ❯ Just When I Thought I Was Out…. They Pulled Me Back In! ( Chapter 26 )

DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Author's Note: Don't you hate it when you re-read the last chapter you posted to refresh your memory as to where you left off and you notice some typos? Bah… ah well the ones I noticed are fixed. Given the number of times I've found typos even in published books that slipped past both the author and the editors, it just shows that nobody is perfect except for Mr. Typo D'Mistake. Teehee. Anyway, you've all waited for this chapter long enough so I won't delay you a moment longer with a ridiculously long and torturously important (of course!) author's note when there is a story to be read… unless of course I wanted to explain my theory behin-… [Teehee, Peasa here. This author's note went on for like 5 pages worth and it was all very well thought out and important and you might hate me for deleting it, but I'm impatient and I know you guys are too so don't tell Lucy but I deleted the rest of this, except for this last part:] But even though this is all immensely fascinating and possibly the most life-changing thing some of you have probably ever read, all good things must end. This author's note is longer than some of my chapters now… haha, so on with the story!

Required Disclaimer: I don't own the DB franchise, I've never worked for them, I'm not making any money off this, and I'm dead sexxy baby! Read and enjoy.

Chapter 26: Just When I Thought I Was Out…. They Pulled Me Back In!

Videl hurried down the stairs, wishing that she could fly like some of the superheroes you might see on television so that she could reach her destination faster, and nearly tripped in her haste. She swore a relatively benign curse that would be quite naughty had any other 10ish year old heard it, and finally made it down to her father's gym which was built into the lowest level of their mansion. <This house is just way too big! What is the point of it when it's only me and Dad? We should have at least one family living with us or something… sheesh!> She ran into the training room, easily ducking the kicks and punches thrown into the air by Mr. Satan's lowest skill leveled students as she weaved her way through them, finally reaching the front of the dojo. "Dad!" She called, trying to get the man's attention.

"Uh, Videl honey, daddy's a little busy right now. We can play later, ok? Shoo on back upstairs and play with your dolls or something." Hercule stated dismissively with a wave of his hand.

A few of the students began to laugh but they all turned the chortles into nervous coughs when the girl glared at them before fixing the scathing look back on her father. "If I wanted to play I certainly wouldn't play with you, father. Now, will you let me tell you why I came down here please?" She bit her lip and hoped that the man wouldn't react harshly to her disrespect. The matter was a bit too important to worry about politeness.

Mr. Satan crossed his arms over his chest and scowled down at the girl, trying to intimidate her. He felt a bit nervous when she just glared back up at him, challenge in her eye. <Whoa… I know that look. Her mother use to give it to me when I she thought I was being a jerk. Oh, what the hell she's already interrupted the class. Might as well find out why. Probably lost one of her dolls or something. She uh… does have dolls, doesn't she?> "Yes, what is it sweetie pie? Make it quick."

Videl suppressed a growl. <I love you dad but sometimes you are such a jerk!> "There's a report on the television. Some people are destroying Ginger Town! The whole city is in flames. They're calling for any help they can get. I even saw Gohan there. You know, the guy who beat me at the Budoukai? I figure if he's there then martial artists like us could help too. We should go, daddy. Please? We have to help somehow."

Hercule scratched the back of his head nervously. "Uh… well that's a little out of our league, pumpkin. Let the military and the police handle it, that's their jobs! What am I supposed to do, run up and punch one of them while the others are distracted? I'd get shot for sure. No, just relax and try not to get too upset by it."

"Did you say Ginger Town!? My wife and kids are still in that town!" One of the students cried out.

"I have an aunt that lives in Ginger Town!" Another said as she panicked.

"You have to do something, Satan-sensei! My parents live in Ginger Town!" A third yelled.

"Eh… I guess I could at least offer some fighting advice to the soldiers…" Hercule said nervously. <Damn! I'm gunna die… I just know it! What do they expect me to do against a bunch of crazy people with guns!? Make deadly fighting poses at them?! Shoot beams of energy out of my hands and burn them into cinders? Let's be real!>

"Uh, dad? Actually there's only two guys." Videl offered up.

Hercule smiled triumphantly. "Why didn't you say so sooner!? Of course I'll help! It's the least the world champion could do!" He hurried off, hoping that even though there was only two of them, that they would be taken care of before he got there.

Videl hurried after him but he had taken off in his plane before she could reach him. "Darn it! I wanted to go too! I sure wish people could really fly, I'd be there so fast that those bad guys wouldn't even see me coming until they were looking up at me from the ground, broken and bleeding!" Videl clenched her fist and grinned sadistically as she imagined herself beating the two men that she didn't know where really androids into the ground.

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Chichi rubbed her face gently with the palm of her hand and giggled. "Bulma." She smiled fondly at her friend. "You were right. Sake was exactly what I needed to calm my nerves. You're such a good friend to give me yummy and delicious sake!"

Bulma smiled at Chichi, though she was sweating a bit. <I didn't realize she had such a low tolerance for alcohol… wow. Two servings of sake and she's already loopy!> "It takes my mind off my worries too."

Chichi giggled at a memory. "One time, Goku picked up a bottle of sake and thought it was water and he drank the whole thing down before he realized it tasted funny. He got so hyper! He was almost literally bouncing off the walls for a good half hour, then he slumped over and was deeply asleep about an hour. Then he woke up refreshed as if he had slept a whole night. Those Saiyans are just amazing." She paused for a few moments and her eyes clouded in sorrow. "I miss him so much it's slowly killing me. The only thing keeping me going is knowing that I have to raise Gohan. And that's… slowly becoming not enough. Oh Kami… please don't ever tell anyone I said that!"

Bulma leaned over and gave the [AN: Bulma threatened to no longer do my evil bidding if I didn't add SLIGHTLY] younger woman a comforting hug, all the while thankful that Puar had dragged the perverted pig off to help her clean the abandoned Kame house. It had taken threatening to have a pig roast, and when that didn't work, Bulma had offered Oolong a piece of candy and he had fallen for it just as he had years before when they had first met. It only took one 'Piggy piggy piggy!' call before Oolong felt it was best that he take his leave. "Don't worry about it, Chichi. I understand completely. I'd feel the same way if I ever lost Vegeta."

Chichi sniffed and wiped away a tear though another quickly took its place. "The worst part is this damn Saiyan bonding. I can never remarry because of it! What would be the point if I couldn't bring myself to make love with him, and even if I could I could never bear him a child? The bonding was great in theory but it is just torture if one half of the mated pair dies young. Oh, I'm a wicked woman for even thinking about this!"

Bulma patted the woman's back and frowned. "No, no it's natural, sweetie. Don't sweat it. Perhaps you should consider moving here? It must be pretty lonely way out there in the country…"

Chichi sniffed and pulled away from the hug. "No, that is my home. Goku built that house for me and I'll damned sure live there until I die. It's one of the only things I have left that remind me of him, besides Gohan."

"I understand completely." Bulma replied in a tender tone. They stared at each other for a long moment, the alcohol numbing their brains slightly. As one they leaned closer and moments later their lips touched. For nearly a whole minute they stayed that way, just lightly pressing their lips together, but then unconsciously they both deepened the kiss. Fingers inevitably found their ways into each other's hair and soft sighs escaped their lips as they pulled apart.

They both blushed, both from the alcohol and the kiss, and Chichi brought a hand up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. "That sake went straight to my head, Bulma-chan. I think it's time I went to bed."

Bulma nodded, a look of awe still on her face. "Hai. Oyasumi, Chi-chan." They stood up and walked up the stairs and cast one last longing look at each other. Had there been any insects in the purified air in the Capsule Corp. house, they likely would have been zapped from the electricity that seemed to be flowing between the two ladies. Finally they both entered their rooms, Chichi into one of the many guest rooms and Bulma of course into her own room.

Bulma had been staring up at the ceiling for over half of an hour when her door creeped open slowly. The blue haired lady's eyes drifted shut for a moment then reopened as she felt a warm body slide into the bed next to her. "Chi-chan?" She turned to regard the other lady with surprise.

"I just… don't want to be alone tonight. May I sleep here, Bulma-chan?" Chichi asked in a soft and nearly desperate tone.

Bulma blinked a few times before responding. "Hai. Of course." They both sighed softly as they moved closer together and cuddled up. After a few tender caresses and a smile or two, they both drifted off to sleep feeling a bit more at peace.

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Vegeta caught up to the two androids finally and released a blast of ki to get their attention. Both of the twins stopped in midair and turned to look at the Saiyan prince in surprise. "You're still after us? You must be bored. Vegeta, isn't it?" 17 asked with a haughty grin.

"That's Vegeta-sama to you, baka!" The prince replied with arrogance. "Now, I've come to fight you, tin cans. And I will crush you into spare parts!"

"You really want to throw your life away for no reason? We've done nothing to you." 18 stated in a flat tone.

Vegeta's hands clenched into fists. "You've wounded my pride by knocking me on my ass and leaving me in the dirt, you brainless hunk of scrap metal! I demand you fight me at once! If you beg for mercy, perhaps I'll even let you live, if that's what you call your pathetic existence!"

17 grinned. "Sounds like fun. We have nothing better to do. We can go pay a little visit to Son and his family after we take care of the precious little Vegeta-chan, na?"

18 shrugged. "Whatever. It should prove amusing to stain the dust with his arrogant blood. I imagine it would hurt his pride more to be defeated by a cute little girl like me, ne? Come then, little prince, and show me that you deserve to exist."

Vegeta growled and launched forward in an offensive assault, angered by the insults. He didn't even bother asking 17 to stay out of it for he was too enraged to care. "Feel the wrath of the prince of Saiyans, you little toy!" Vegeta yelled as his fist connected with the android's lovely face. "The only thing you've felt until now was that baka scientists hands all over your precious little body, na? Did he finger you while you were still half built? Did he climb onto you and use you for his own pleasure? Were you intended to be his sex slave? Your fighting would suggest that." Vegeta taunted.

18's eyes narrowed in fury. "Shut the fuck up!" She shouted, using her anger to power her kick that landed squarely into the prince's ribs. "You don't know anything about me, you piece of trash!" Her fist shot forward and cracked into the side of the Saiyan's head making him crash into a rock wall nearby. "You think you can faze me? Dr. Gero was a piece of trash. He didn't dare do anything to me <at least while I was conscious…> because he knew I'd destroy him if he did! Just like I'll destroy you!" She launched forward and buried her knee into his solar plexus and smiled in satisfaction when he coughed up blood onto her. "Aw… not feeling too well, my little prince?"

18's finger brushed against his cheek as she gave the Saiyan prince a wicked smile. Vegeta growled and clenched his fists and released a burst of energy that shattered the rock around him. He used the momentum to swing at the android and connected solidly with her face and sent her flying. He took to the air and pummeled her in the gut in midair and when she landed on her back he came down on top of her and held her wrists down with his arms. "You're lucky I'm bonded, android, or I might take advantage of this situation. But you're probably accustomed to that by now. But I must say, the doctor gave you one hell of a figure… too bad you're nothing but plastic and metal."

18 struggled for a few moments but couldn't get the leverage needed to throw the prince off. "Get off me, you perverted freak!"

"Do I need to step in, 18? You seem a little… disadvantaged at the moment." 17 observed dryly.

"Don't you dare. I haven't given up yet." 18 spat out, making her brother shrug his shoulders and lean casually back against a telephone pole with his hands in his pockets. "Now as for you… either do something or get the hell off me and fight me. This position is meaningless."

Vegeta raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Still some fight left in you, you fragile little girl? Maybe you need to be taught a lesson." Warrior instincts urging him on, he shifted the android's arms so that both were behind held down by one hand and he leaned back so that more of his weight was on her legs. His free hand trailed down over her body and paused a moment to cup her surprisingly soft and supple breast before moving down over her toned stomach. "This is what you were made for, na?"

18 struggled and hissed in anger. "Get the hell off me, you freak! What are you doing!? You better not be doing what I… Kami!" 18 struggled even harder when the prince's offending finger entered her sex. Though she'd never admit it, the thought of the prince taking her was very thrilling. But her fighting instincts demanded that she not let him get that kind of advantage over her so she continued to struggle, despite the burning in her cybernetically enhanced veins.

Vegeta cast a wary eye towards Android #17, who was glaring at him but apparently trusting that his sister could handle the situation by herself. A haughty grin spread over his face and he touched the girl in places that made her squirm more than in just a way to get free. He almost expected to get aroused, but even thinking of Bulma did not fool his body. However, as his thoughts drifted to Bulma, guilt edged its way into his mind. He glanced up and saw Trunks approaching and his guilt deepened. A moment later he was thrown off by an angry android.

18 straightened her clothes and glared at the prince in a manner that if looks could kill, the Saiyan would have spontaneously combusted. "I'm surprised at you, Vegeta. I half expected you to rape me. Perhaps you realized that if you did so, I would crush every bone in your body in such a manner that you'd be alive to experience every agonizing moment of pain until I was satisfied and let you die."

The Saiyan prince glowered at the girl and shook his head. "I realized there was no honor in what I was doing. I…" <Just say it, honor demands it. My pride demands it!> "I'm sorry."

18 stared at the prince in shock for a long moment before her eyes narrowed. "I won't stop fighting you after what you did. Are you trying to weasel your way out of it?"

"Iie. Let's get this over with, I have a wife to return to. Come at me, you useless hunk of scrap parts!" Vegeta resumed his fighting stance, growling from having to apologize.

18 sniffed and launched into an offensive barrage, not bothering to accept the apology. She didn't want to, for she was still angry at being taken advantage of. She'd never admit it out loud but the prince was nearly as strong as she was and had much more fighting experience so he was able to gain advantages over her such as the one he used to nearly defile her. But, her strength was still superior and she landed more blows then she took and soon the prince's face was a crimson mask of blood and bruises. "Still feeling cocky, little prince?"

"Father! I'll help you!" Trunks shouted, drawing his sword.

"If you get involved, so will I." 17 stated flatly. <Finally a chance to kick some ass. 18 shouldn't get all the fun.> His eyes twitched as the rest of the Z warriors landed and observed the situation. "The fight is between 18 and Vegeta. If anyone interferes I will fight as well. So stay out of it!" He announced, much to the warriors' annoyance.

"Stay out of it!" Vegeta commanded, more to Trunks who was still fidgeting nervously than anyone else. "Let's get back to it, tin can." The prince shot a ki blast at the girl and disappeared, reappearing behind her when she dodged the attack and used the opening to drive both of his fists into the girl's skull.

The android girl went rolling and staggered up to her feet and rubbed at her sore head. "Good move. Not enough, though." She spat out. She blasted at the prince in a burst of speed and when Vegeta tried to attack her he hit nothing but an after image, or more precisely a fore-image, as 18 moved forward and drove her fist deep into the gut of the Saiyan warrior, her arm sinking in to the elbow as she took advantage of the opening. "Not quick enough… or perhaps too quick? Too bad. You almost beat me… in your dreams." Vegeta's face went from an expression of pain and shock to annoyance but the girl's arm shot forward and cracked into his temple before he could muster up the strength to counter. "Poor Vegeta. If only you had just left us alone."

"Father!?" Trunks cried.

"Cool it, tailless wonder." Peasa chided him. "I didn't hear him ask for any help."

Trunks flashed an annoyed glare towards her but remained silent as Vegeta picked himself off the ground and spat blood onto the dirt. "Not bad. But I'm still standing."

18 smirked. "If you'd like to remain that way, just give it up now. You cannot win. 17 and I have a date with Son Goku that we really should keep. So, if you'll excuse us…"

"Your fight is with me, you glorified toaster oven!" Vegeta shouted and launched an attack.

18 disappeared and reappeared behind him and shot her leg forward and into the prince's arm, hearing the satisfying crack and crunch of shattering bone. Vegeta screamed in agony and fell to his knees, clutching the injured arm. "Oh my, I think I broke him." 18 joked dryly.

"Father, no!!!" Trunks cried and jumped forward, slashing at the girl with his sword in an attempt to slay her before she finished off the prince of Saiyans.

18 brought her arm up and grimaced as the sword impacted against her arm and shattered. She could feel a cut and a bruise form where the blade hit, but she ignored the pain and slammed her fist into the boy's nose and shattered it then kicked him in the ribs. "Damn little brat!" She spat out.

The other Z warriors, save Krillin, jumped in to join the battle after Trunks fell to his knees and both androids pounded them into the ground in mere moments. 18 smiled at Vegeta who very unsteadily made his way up to his feet. "I'm not dead yet." Vegeta gasped out, his face paled by the agony coursing through his arm and body.

"Hmph. You might as well be. But, so be it." 18 shrugged and jumped up to deliver a thunderous kick to the Saiyan's jaw, knocking him to the ground. She glared down at him for a moment then stepped onto his shattered arm and began to grind her foot down on it. "This is for touching me without my permission. And it's also to remind you of your crushing defeat so you won't waste your life in trying again. Just stay out of it, our business is with Son and no one else." 18 stepped onto the injured limb with more force, making the prince scream even louder in agony. The girl looked up at Krillin, who stared in fear as his comrade was tortured.

The monk looked over at Peasa and frowned when he saw the male android inspecting her tail curiously, pulling away her gi pants to see if her tail was really attached to her body. "Nice ass." Number 17 observed with a wicked grin.

"Don't be crude, 17." 18 frowned in annoyance as her foot continued to grind into the prince's arm. She looked down at him as he weakly gripped her ankle in an effort to stop the torture. "Now, will you leave us alone, little prince?"

"Going... to… kill… you… ko… musume!" Vegeta gasped out, though he was in no position to carry out the threat.

18 sighed and stepped back then delivered a hard kick to the prince's shattered arm. Vegeta screamed in agony then passed out. "Stubborn little prick." She frowned and looked over at 17 who was still staring at the Saiyan girl's pert bottom. "Um… 17? Let's go."

Android 17 stood reluctantly and let the girl's pants fall back into place. "I don't think this one is human." He observed.

"I really don't care." 18 stated as she walked over to stare Krillin in the eye who was shaking in fear, especially after he saw how the mighty prince had fallen. "You seem to be the only halfway intelligent one in the bunch. They'll survive, but you might want to get them to the hospital. Or perhaps those… what do you call them… senzu beans? See ya later, cutie." 18 leaned forward and pressed her lips against Krillin's then took to the air, chuckling at how red the monk's face had turned. <Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have fear to desire in 1.4 seconds! A new record!> The androids took to the air, both chuckling at their own thoughts.

Krillin slumped down to his knees and clutched his chest, as if to confirm that he was still alive. "Oh… man. What was that kiss about?" He glanced at the Z warriors and grimaced. "Crap, what am I gunna do about you guys? We really should have gotten some senzu beans before we went after those androids."

"Aw, man. It looks like I was too late! Looks like you guys got put through the wringer!" A jovial and strangely familiar voice said a meter or so away.

Krillin looked up and gasped, seeing a very familiar man standing there and pulling his fingers away from his forehead as he observed the carnage around him. "It can't be… Goku!?"

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What… you thought he was dead? Teehee. You're all so gullible. ;) Chichi never felt like she had lost Goku in her heart, if you'll remember. ;) Explanations on what exactly happened will of course have to wait till next chapter. It's just so dramatic to end the story there, ne? Oh and the title is fairly appropriate because it can apply to Mr. Satan, Goku, and one could even argue Bulma and Chichi as well! Haha Next chapter: Goku's story and the aftermath of a major ass kicking. Reviews are as always appreciated! Ja for now.