Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 3

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Vegeta held the treasured Dragon Ball that he had received from Bulma close to his chest as he flew in the direction he had thrown the Dragon Balls Frieza had once possessed in a space ship. With a Dragon Ball now in his hands he could sense the other balls around him. ‘That would make it so much easier for him to find it.’ He thought smugly. ‘If its one thing I’ve learned from this whole trip, it is that I am a freaking genius.’ He smirked at his vain thoughts. Vegeta reached a green pond and immediately sensed a power level that was again familiar to him. He was really glad he had learned a new technique from Earth for it was proving to be extremely useful. Who would have thought that a mud ball Planet like Earth would have wish granting Dragon Balls, Saiyans with amnesia who didn’t kill and beautiful woman who also had brains. Frowning at his thoughts Vegeta focused on the energy that was near the lake. His dark eyes scanned the rocky area around him and although his senses picked up a relatively strong power level his eyes could not see beyond the rocks. ‘A good place for hiding.’ He thought wisely.

“If you don’t come out now then I’ll just blast you out.” Vegeta threatened loudly. After waiting a while he was pleased to see a little black, bowled shaped head pop out from behind a rock below. Vegeta immediately recognised the figure whom had just shown himself.

“Ah, it’s the spawn of Kakarot.” Vegeta smirked at the little brat who was holding a white device in his hands. Gohan was snarling like a little dog, baring small white teeth, and Vegeta thought that maybe there was hope for the little half breed Saiyan after all.

Gohan, who was trying extremely hard to conceal his fear for the Saiyan who had killed most of his friends, including Piccolo, back at home was glad he had hid the ball he had found behind the rock. Though he knew well it would not be safe there with Vegeta and Frieza both searching for the Dragon Balls. It was then that Gohan’s black eyes fell upon another Dragon Ball. One perched ominously in Vegeta’s arms.

“Where did you get that from?” Gohan blurted, all thoughts of fear fading in comparison to the horror of Vegeta with a Dragon Ball in his possession, a small finger pointing at the orange ball. The Dragon Ball in Vegeta’s hands was glowing brightly. ‘Oh no! A Dragon Ball glowed when it was near another Dragon Ball.’ Gohan thought smartly, remembering all the Earth Dragon Ball stories he had heard from his father. Luckily Vegeta did not know that and the other Saiyan was not paying as much attention to the Dragon Ball as he was to Gohan.

Vegeta smirked sinfully. “It was a gift from your bald headed friend and that gorgeous girl he was with.” Vegeta only realized how true his words were when they had left his mouth. Bulma was a gorgeous creature indeed and yet she was just a girl. Not because of her age, she was a woman in appearance and yet he could see how ignorant and inexperienced she truly was. She had no idea of the real worlds that existed outside of Earth. No inclination of the horrors that followed those who weren’t lucky enough to escape the clutches of destiny. For so long Vegeta had thought that his destiny would be to get stronger than Frieza, to become the first Saiyan in a thousand years to reach the Legendary transformation of Super Saiyan and then avenge his people. Instead all his destiny held was to be embarrassed by a damn Lizard, bowing to his master, being caged by orders and purging of everything that was his own! How could she possibly comprehend that? In that she was still a girl. Naive and innocent to the worlds surrounding her, oblivious to the dangers of life and the inevitability of the deaths that you would directly or indirectly endure.

“What did you do to them?” Gohan asked, his little fists were clenched painfully and for some reason he hated the way Vegeta had called Bulma gorgeous. Bulma was not a fighter, she couldn’t defend herself, especially not against someone like Vegeta and Krillin was not strong enough to fight Vegeta, let alone beat the cruel Saiyan.

“Oh nothing.” Vegeta thought. ‘Nothing I truly wanted to do to her, really.’  He regretfully thought. “But I could go back and remedy that.” Vegeta offered with a dangerous smirk. Yes, he wouldn’t mind going back and seeing Bulma again only this time he would do all the things his aroused mind wanted to do to her. Though right now he had much more important business to attend to than his lust for a woman, like finding his second Dragon Ball.

Bulma was glad that Krillin had come back to the hideout. She felt safe again, until he had flown off once again, this time claiming to have sensed Goku’s energy and promising to return with her best friend. Yet her mind kept wondering back to Vegeta. He was a cold blooded killer and yet he hadn’t killed her or Krillin. Why? The question refused to leave her mind until she came up with a suitable answer to satisfy its curiosity. Her eyes glazed over and her hand, that held a soldering tool, hovered over a chip board as her mind wandered to the arrogant Saiyan she had met only a few days ago. Sighing, she switched off her machinery and went to flop down onto her bed. Losing interest in inventions, constant thoughts of Vegeta and unanswerable questions about his behaviour seemed to be all she did recently. And she was supposed to be a genius! She could only think that there was so much more to the Saiyan Prince than the cold exterior he shielded himself with. He had saved her from Zarbon and Burter and he had tried to stop her hysterical behaviour after Burter’s death. He had also disposed of Burter’s body, knowing how it had disturbed her, something that only a thoughtful person would do. Something only a friend would have done for her. And yet he had done it for her. Why?

Krillin had thought that maybe it was because he did have some honour and didn’t kill her because of the promise he had made in order to get the Dragon Ball. “It is all he wants, right?” Somehow that reasoning didn’t satisfy her curious mind and when her friend could tell she was still being plagued by thoughts of the Saiyan, who he thought was the lowest scum in all of the worlds, he had offered her another explanation. “Well, I did spare his life, even if it were at Goku’s request. Maybe he was just repaying the favour.” Somehow Bulma could understand that because she could imagine Vegeta as someone who would hate to be indebted to another being. Especially a being that was inferior in strength to him. And so she thought that maybe she wanted to believe that Vegeta had acted the way he had because of her. Not because he had taken one look at her and fallen madly in love with her, something she wasn’t sure he was even capable of, but that he had been slightly taken by her, as she had been by him. She had to admit, there was just something about him that drew her to him. She didn’t know if it was his extremely good looks, his God like body, his complex character or the contradicting darkness that he exuded or maybe it was all those unique qualities but she found him interesting to say the least. Of course she hadn’t shared those thoughts with Krillin for the fear of what her friend might think about her fascination with a killer. Not to mention he was also a friend of Yamcha’s, a man she claimed to love.

“Urgh! I’m driving myself crazy with thoughts of that man.” Bulma groaned as she covered her face with a pillow trying to smother all thoughts of Vegeta from her mind. Of course it didn’t work but it did get her to relax a little which in turn took her to a light sleep. However, even her dreams were invaded with him! Bulma sat up in bed her eyes wide as her dreams tortured her mind. Why did he have to come to her in her dreams, wasn’t it enough that he was continuously on her mind? “Why me?” Bulma groaned.

It was then that she felt the Planet shake violently causing her to topple off the bed and onto the cold hard floor. Cursing everything she knew Bulma slowly got to her feet only to feel another shake go through Namek again. She grasped her night stand, clutching the crafted wood tightly to steady herself.

“What was going on out there?” The last she had heard from Gohan and Krillin was that Goku had arrived on Planet Namek and was planning, as always, to take on all the evil forces here. Just like on Earth he wanted to defend the Planet and all its people, he was set on doing what was right! She needed to see what was going on out there. She didn’t believe that Goku or any of the other Z fighters would let any harm come to her, so she just needed to get to them in one piece so they had something to protect. She couldn’t stand the suspense or being left out anymore, she wanted to know exactly what was going on out there. Didn’t they remember that she had always been in the midst of all their previous adventures, even helping them get out of a few sticky situations before? And now they leave her out of all the action just because she was a girl who could not fight. Oh, she’d show them how she could fight alright. First thing she would do was knock Krillin on his bald head before kicking Goku in the shins. With her mind made up Bulma decided to grab her transport Capsules and exit the small Capsule house. She straightened her hair and outfit before finding the Capsule to her favourite and very fast bike. When the bike appeared before her Bulma hopped on, pressing her foot down hard onto the accelerator, she rode towards a direction that her scientific mind had calculated to be where the damage was coming from. It was obvious that a great battle was taking place and most likely the tiny Planet Namek couldn’t handle the intensity of the fight. That or someone’s very powerful energy blast had made an indent into Namek’s core.

She drove at such a great speed, the wind blowing threw her short hair, enjoying the speedy sensations that made her breath catch and her heart race as the wind stung her soft skin, that she did not notice the man who had turned around to stare at her with a studying and deep gaze. After about another mile or so of speed a race car driver would be proud of Bulma saw a black haired figure landing before her. She stomped forcefully onto her breaks, the sudden stop causing her to fly of her seat and move forwards. Luckily for her she had enough experience with her suicidal driving to brake quickly, clutch tightly onto her handlebars and move all her weight backwards drop her rounded bottom back onto her seat.

“You could have killed me for Kami’s sake.” Bulma screamed as soon as she was still, glaring at the male before her, watching with some satisfaction as he covered his sensitive ears. She jumped off her bike and towered over him threateningly. Hands on hips Bulma looked sternly at Gohan. “So you finally remembered that I’m here too.” Bulma berated. She couldn’t deny that what scared her the most was that her friends had forgotten about her completely.

“I’m sorry Bulma.” Gohan said sheepishly, his eyes downcast as he scratched the back of his head in a way that replicated Goku so intensely that Bulma found all her anger at the kid abate.

“So what’s going on out there?” Bulma asked eagerly.

As if remembering his purpose Gohan’s face went into an extremely serious expression that Bulma thought no seven year old should have. “Dad’s fighting Frieza.”

“Oh, I hope Goku is beating that little lizard into the ground.” Bulma said with enthusiasm as her fists did a little boxing action.

“Actually it’s not going so well Bulma. He’s gotten really strong but it may not be enough. Frieza is trying to destroy the Planet Bulma, dad said to find you and get out of here.” Gohan purposely left out the part where Krillin had been killed by Frieza and Goku had transformed into a Super Saiyan. He knew how Bulma could be sidetracked and he didn’t know how to explain to her that one of her oldest friends was now dead and so he left that part out. He also couldn’t have her want to see Goku for that would mean trouble.

Bulma looked at Gohan suspiciously. She could tell he was hiding something from her, he wasn’t a very good liar, but now was not the time to interrogate him about his half lies in order to get the full truths. If Gohan was omitting something she trusted him, he was Goku’s son after all. Bulma nodded then got to the parts that he had told her. “So your dad wants us to go back home?”

Gohan nodded. “But I’m not coming with you Bulma, I will take you back to the ship but I will not come home with you. I can’t leave him Bulma, Piccolo can’t hold out much longer. I can’t let my dad die knowing I didn’t do anything to help him.”

Bulma was silent for a long time, staring intently at Gohan as if he where one of her latest projects. She had heard what he had said but she had also listened to him. He would never know how much like Goku he had sounded during his little speech. He was a pure hearted little boy who would easily fight to the death for what was right and he was as loyal to those he cared about just like a well trained pet dog. Yep, he was definitely Goku’s son. His meeting of evil introduced to him by Radditz, his father’s death, his training with Piccolo, his fight with the Saiyans and now their little trip to hunt for the Dragon Balls had all given him a maturity way beyond his years and yet he was still an untainted innocent and idealistic boy. How could someone remain untainted after experiencing some of the most horrific sins of the worlds? And yet she felt responsible for him. Goku had wanted Gohan to leave and Chi Chi loved Gohan with all of her being, Bulma didn’t know that kind of unselfish love herself but how could she allow this seven year old child to go out and risk his life instead of being safe at home.

“Gohan, if your dad ...”

“No!” Gohan shook his head forcefully as he cut her off, looking her directly into her eyes. “I’m going back to help him and you can’t change my mind.” He said as he picked Bulma off the ground and flew off into the green skies of Namek, with her safely in his arms, thereby cutting off any further protests she would have voiced. He must have got his stubborn side from his mother, Bulma sighed as she let herself be flown to the ship no doubt.

Upon their arrival Gohan set Bulma down gently and looked at her wearily. She could tell he was not used to getting his way and he respected her enough to wait for her to give him her approval. ‘Why did he put her in such a difficult position?’ She wasn’t a parent and so she didn’t know if she was the best person to deal with the situation at hand yet she knew she had no choice at the moment. She just had to give Gohan a mature and maternal reply yet not make it seem like she was denying him from following his heart. She didn’t think that Chi Chi would approve of her methods but the other woman wasn’t here right now and Bulma felt that Chi Chi just hadn’t learned how to compromise as yet. Besides, Gohan was as good as her own son and she would never intentionally lead him astray, so all she had to do now was follow her own heart.

Bulma sighed heavily. “Look kid, I don’t want you to go. But I trust you and if you feel in your heart that this is the right thing to do then I understand that. You have to do what you have to do. But I will wait fifteen minutes for you. If you can’t help your dad or he tells you to come back I want you to promise me that you will!”

Gohan’s face broke into a cheerful grin that reminded her so much of Goku that Bulma felt her chest constrict. “I promise.” Was his last words to her as he took off into the sky. Bulma looked up and couldn’t help but feel pride for Gohan. He was a great kid and someday when she had her own, she hoped they would turn out to be just like him!

Bulma had been waiting for over fifteen minutes now and she was biting at her thumb in anxiousness. The quakes were getting worse and there were now eruptions of fire from the cracking ground. The sky had darkened miserably and still there was no sign of Gohan. She felt her stomach twist in guilt at the thought that she had been the one to send him to his death and yet she was prepped for takeoff. She was not the sainty-est of people and she could be downright selfish at times, especially in times of life and death. But she didn’t know what to do. She was no fighter, she couldn’t even kill a fly, she was no help to them. But how could she knowingly leave her friends on a destructing Planet. Oh, how she hated being put in these moral situations. Her younger self may have left already but her older self was in truth holding her back. Did that make her a bad person? In the end, the choice was snatched from her as another quake shook Bulma’s ship forcefully. Bulma fell onto the control panel, accidentally pressing the launch button, with her forehead, nose, jaw, hand she didn’t know.

And so she was blasting off into space, the Planet Namek becoming a small dot as the ship shook from the violent breaks in atmosphere. Bulma’s fingers flew across the control panel trying to regain control and land the ship but it was no use, the quakes had disfigured the workings of it, probably short circuiting its internal wirings.

“Shit!” Bulma cursed as her fist punched the control panel in a fit of rage. It was only then that she realized that she would not have left without Gohan. Or was it just that she was now in space that she thought that? Would she have felt differently if she had been burning into the holes of Planet Namek while she had waited for him? It was one of those things in life she would never know now!

His hand shot up from the pile of dirt that he was covered in. Using his strength he lifted himself up from the whole he had been buried in as sand spilled all around him. Vegeta’s face was a mixture of confusion and concern. He had died! Frieza had killed him after he had begged Kakarot to avenge the lost Saiyan race and their home Planet Vegeta, with tears in his eyes. And now he was awake, alive.

Did hell, or wherever all the evil men were supposed to go to after death, look like Namek. He recognised the green skies reflecting upon the rippling lakes with its blue mountained grounds and rounded trees that housed pink blooms even with its darkening skies, lava spurting from its core and angry shakes from its depths. He looked down to his chest were Frieza had dealt him a final blow and found the proof that it did actually happen at the sight of the whole in his armour. Looking lower he could see the larger crack were the bald headed Earthling warrior had dealt him a near fatal blow before that Namek brat had healed him. Vegeta stepped forward casually flexing his hands and feeling the power surge through him. It was a new found strength that he was relishing in arrogant acceptance of with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. He shot a blast of energy at a nearby rock and as he watched it crumble into debris his smirk grew cruelly. He was alive!

After everything he had been through, including death, he was alive! He could feel the hot blood flowing through his pulsing veins, his hardened heart beating triumphantly in his muscular chest and his now extraordinary power returned to his once lifeless body! He was back. He didn’t know what kind of foolish mistake was made to revive him and he honestly didn’t care. He knew that there was not one living soul that would have wanted him brought back from the bowels of hell and it didn’t bother him one bit. No one would mourn his lost life and it didn’t affect his frozen heart in the least. The only person, who he knew cared about him, was his self and he knew that this was his chance to claim all that was supposed to be his, all that he had been so cruelly denied. And then his thoughts were taken towards another direction as he felt the two power levels that were obviously fluctuating in battle. He was basically salivating as he felt Kakarot and Frieza battle one another, only Kakarot was now as strong as Frieza, if not a little more. How was that possible? Vegeta had tried for eons to beat Frieza and he knew that short of becoming the Legendary ...

“Fuck!” Vegeta cursed as he realised that Kakarot must have transformed into a Super Saiyan! ‘No!’ Vegeta’s mind and pride screamed in dreaded denial. How could a low class, third grade sentimental and emotional fool like Kakarot without a tail and his claim as an Earthling and his half breed brat be a Super Saiyan? It was preposterous!

And then his train of thought was stopped again as he heard and odd growling sound accompanied with a familiar energy. He turned his head to the side to see Bulma on some sort of motorized contraption almost flying off the ground. The wind was blowing throw her hair and her cheeks were flushed from the stinging wind. Her face was set in a determined line as her lush lips pursed in concentration. He did not think the woman could look so good while riding her means of transport. It was utterly appealing the way her legs were spread across the seat, her full breasts pushed forward as her hips held her steady on the ride. His mind conjured images of her poised exactly like that only on top of him as she rode him to the heights of carnal bliss. Then he watched her stop sharply and noticing that she would fly of the handle Vegeta’s feet involuntarily levitated a few feet off the ground. It was only when his dark eyes spotted Kakarot’s brat that he stopped his plight to ... to what? What had he been planning on doing? Was he going to save her? A man who had no interest in saving anything least of all a weak female? He only knew destruction and death and actually causing it. He scowled darkly at his feet in blame before taking off in a complete opposite direction. Away from that foolish woman and towards a more interesting sight!

He flew for a while before the sight of Kakarot, Frieza and one gigantic Dragon stood before him.

“Holy cosmos, look at the size of that thing!” Of course he had seen the Dragon while that half breed, chrome dome warrior and that Namek brat was busy stealing his wish and yet the sight was still something to behold. Green and shiny scaled with wide white eyes that flashed a bloody red and a booming voice. Vegeta blinked quickly to clear his thoughts before looking over at Frieza who was bellowing at the Dragon with his squeaky and irritating voice. Was that short purple brained, milk coloured creature making a wish? Vegeta felt his breath catch in his throat as he could literally hear his heart thud in his chest. Then there was an eery silence that didn’t belong in the disturbing place of battle before Frieza’s ugly cry of denial and frustration ran through the air. Vegeta smirked broadly as the Namek brat spoke to the Dragon in Namekian. It was then that Vegeta noticed Kakarot. The younger Saiyan’s hair was glowing a golden blonde, his energy was pulsing around him like a yellow shield and even with his garments torn and body bruised and battered he still managed to look like a Legendary Saiyan. Powerful, strong and a warrior of class. ‘Feh, what class?’ Vegeta’s thoughts mocked the third class clown.

“Well well well, Kakarot you dog, you did it!” Vegeta’s voice was cynical yet held a small note of wonderment at seeing a real Super Saiyan coupled with jealousy that it wasn’t him and mingled with hope that Kakarot could finally rid the Universe of Frieza once and for all!

“Hey Vegeta! Yeah! Good thing I didn’t burry you too deep.” Goku greeted Vegeta happily and sincerely.

“What?” Frieza looked at the recently revived Saiyan Prince that he had killed with his own two hands. So it was no surprise that the Ice tyrants face looked like he had seen a ghost. “But I killed you. Are you a ghost?” Frieza asked in childlike disbelief.

“Tell me Frieza, can ghosts do this?” Vegeta mocked, raising his hand with an energy beam forming in his wide palms. He would happily die again if it meant he could get at least one good hit on his tormentor.

However Vegeta was denied that want when he immediately felt himself grow as light as a feather. There was a moment of complete darkness that even his Saiyan eyes could not pierce through before his feet landed on solid ground. Holding his balance Vegeta looked around at his surroundings. He was surprised to see a large group of Namekians and Kakarot’s half breed brat surrounding him in a lush area of trees and blue skies. Green and blue, they were definitely on the Planet Earth!


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