Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Failure ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: Sure, Dragonball Z is mine…If you believe that, then I'm also the queen of the world and my husband is Vegeta. God, that would be great…

Quick Note: Thanks to those who reviewed. Sorry I was such a meanie when I wrote the last chapter; I was in a very weird mood…well, actually all of my moods are weird…but that was unusual, even for me!

Facing it Together

Chapter Nine: Failure

Bulma was sure that her eyes were widening far beyond their limits. She was also aware of the fact that Chi Chi's jaw had hit the floor in shock. He understood her-every word. Bulma's mind was working furiously for a response, but all that came out her mouth was, "You-you-"

Vegeta smirked. "Of course, I know your language. I've been schooled in various languages, since I am the most strongest being in the universe." The smirk suddenly turned into a scowl. "Now," he said, still speaking in their language. "Tell me why this device won't work, and the reason you thought that you could decieve me."

Bulma sent a frantic look to Chi Chi, who just nodded her head sheepishly, accepting their defeat. Bulma looked toward the ground and started from the top, just barely above a whisper.

"Well, the reason that we decided to make a fake radar-"

"Speak up, woman!"

Bulma's eyes snapped from the ground to Vegeta's dark stare. So much for being discreet about it. He had stroked her anger. "Alright, what would you do if some-" the word `lunatic' was at the tip of her tongue, however, knowing that she couldn't say something like that to the king and expect him to allow it to pass by, she continued. "-one forced you to make something that they could use to become the king of the universe, or immortal, or-"

"Bulma," Chi Chi whispered to her. "Stop giving him ideas!"

"You want reason?" Bulma asked, ignoring her friend. "Fine, then. I'll say this. I do not like the idea of letting you have the dragonballs. They aren't for corrupt use, and I'm pretty sure that'll be the way they'll be used if you do manage to get you hands on them."

Vegeta listened to Bulma's rant with an impassive expression plastered to his face. He was slightly angered when she listed the wishes that she thought that he would make-angered because they were true, angered that she thought that it would be wrong to wish for such things. But he was the Saiyan no Ou. His word was law. And he did tell this woman that she would make this radar for him…

He threw the defect at her. "You will make me a new one. One that works."

"Or…?" Bulma asked, raising a blue brow.

"Bulma…" Chi Chi's worried warning floated to her ears.

Vegeta fixed the smirk back on his mouth as he created a ball of ki in his right hand and aimed it at Bulma. "Or you can perish with the rest of the fools that decided to defy me."

Bulma felt her lip curl upwards, mirroring his smirk. "And kill off the one person in the entire universe that knows how to make one?" Bulma opened her arms wide, creating an open target for him. "Then by all means…"

Vegeta frowned. He knew that she realized that he couldn't kill her. Bulma held some power over him, and he never one to like losing power. He depleted the energy that he held in his palm. `Why can't the woman just do what she's told?' Vegeta hated the fact that she was not easily swayed by his threats. He was beginning to think that she feared nothing…

How wrong he was. Ninety percent of her soul was telling her that the king would send that thing at her and wipe her clean from existence. The other ten percentage was holding her legs steady, making her bravado believable. She almost sighed in relief when Vegeta crushed the ki in his hand and gave her another one of his black glares.

"Fine. You want to play that way?" Vegeta's eyes went from hers to the other occupants of the room. "From this day on," he said, switching to Saiyago. "If I am notified of anyone helping either of these women off of the planet, the accesory will pay with their life." His dark eyes returned to her sapphire ones. "Now you'll be responsible for the death of any of my people if you attempt to charm them into helping you. And until you make me a radar-and I see that it works properly-then that will be the day you are permitted to leave Vegeta-sei." He walked past her to the door. "I suggest that you do what I tell you, woman. Next time, I may be less lenient of your defiance."

Bulma stared at Vegeta's back as he left the room. `Well, there goes that plan. Now, what am I going to do?' She looked at Chi Chi. "Any ideas?"

"Just one. Make the radar. There's no other way, unless you want to piss him off again and frustrate him enough to kill us. What he'll wish for…it won't be that bad, will it?"

"…No, it won't be bad…It'll be worse than that. It'll be horrible."

--------------------------------------

"One more step…there you go," Kakarrot said as he helped Radditz to the infirmary. The sparring session was over, and it was Kakarrot that determined the end when he powered up and managed to damage one of his brother's legs. It was purely an accident; Kakarrot had meant to hold himself back, since he knew that Radditz was weaker than him. But then the garbage that his older brother kept spitting out had tried his patience, and then the next thing Kakarrot knew, Radditz was attempting to limp out of the room.

Kakarrot, himself wasn't hurt, if just a few cuts and scrapes. He helped Radditz keep his balance on his feet as he took his brother to one of the medics.

"Geez, Radditz! You're here again?!?"

Radditz snarled at the medic. "Shut the hell up, Beetero. Just get the damn tank ready!"

The male medic smirked as he pressed a few buttons on the panel. "So, Kakarrot whooped you pretty badly…?" he said as Radditz passed by him. However, his knowing smile was wiped off of his face when Radditz slid out his foot, tripping the doctor. After Beetero got to his feet, he glared at the older Saiyan as he strapped on his mask.

"Don't take it personally, Beetero. He's just frustrated that he has to use a whole regen tank and that I only need a couple of band-aids!"

"Arrgh! Quiet, Kakarrot!" Radditz yelled as he fumingly watched his younger brother in the middle of a fit of laughter.

"Don't worry, brother." Kakkarot walked over to Beetero and observed as the medic punched in a couple of comands on the panel. "You'll be good as new soon; good enough for when I kick your rear again tomorrow." The laughter escaped from him again when he saw Radditz growl at him as the liquid in the tank began to engulf him.

Author's Note: Well, there it is…What d'ya think? Review and tell me. I think the next chapter will most likely be out in about one…maybe two weeks? Thanks for reading!