Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fate's Coincidences ❯ Chapter 10

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Vegeta could feel the waves lashing at his bare skin, seeping through his flesh as if it wanted to take over his entire body. The electric, vibrating sound of the waves pulsed through his ears and stung ever nerve ending he possessed, from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. He always thought he could bear any kind of pain, any kind of torture, but this was simply too much. The machinations of the waves were electrocuting his entire being, threatening to take over his sanity. ‘No!’ He would not fail again. He would become a Super Saiyan – even if it killed him to do so.


Bulma could only stare in horrified fascination as Vegeta threw his hands out as if trying to hold on to something – anything – for dear life. But that was ridiculous considering there wasn’t anything to hold onto, and his fists were clenched so tightly together that there were now droplets of his blood spattering on the clarity of the Glystal Chamber. No, he wasn’t trying to hold on to anything, he was embracing the relentless power of the Blutz waves, his head thrown back in wild abandon so she couldn’t see the planes of his darkly gorgeous face.


As if the waves wanted to prove its immensely superior strength, Vegeta was levitated a few feet from the ground like a cursed being controlled by its evil master. Bulma couldn’t understand why she was viewing this entire process through such jaded eyes, especially when the transformation to the Legendary should be a pure one, but there was something eerily dark about it. It was Vegeta, Bulma realized. Even if there was some good within him – admittedly very deep within him – he was still a very dark soul. Maybe not pure evil, but there was no denying he was still a bad, bad man. And then as if the transformation could not get more intriguing, right before Bulma’s eyes she saw Vegeta’s body start to rip open sprouting dark brown fur from its slits and soon Vegeta was expanding in size.



“Oh no. Oh no.” Bulma chanted as her fingers gripped the control panel tightly. The fear of the sight before her made her heart beat so fast in her chest that she could literally hear its loud pounding in her ears and feel its heavy drumming in her throat.


She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Vegeta though, but her fingers were ready to metaphorically “pull the plug” on this experiment. If Vegeta turned into an Oozaru now, either one of two things would happen. He would be compressed into the confines of the Glystal Chamber and suffocate to death, or he would be able to break through the sturdy, almost indestructible, barriers of the chamber and in doing so destroy their space ship along with them. She couldn’t let that happen. But how could she stop him from reaching his most coveted goal? But she didn’t want to die in space – even if she were clinging onto a giant ape for protection.


As Bulma’s thoughts raced a mile per a minute Vegeta’s head came back to rest on his neck from being thrown back. His now blood red gaze focused on her and Bulma could have sworn it was glowing. And then his mouth, which now possessed ridiculously looking sharp fangs, parted to mouth one commanding word.


“Don’t.” And when his red eyes glittered offensively on the control panel, Bulma realized how she was holding it. Her thumb was hovering so close to the red button, which would immediately put an end to this madness, and yet she had not even been conscious of her actions.


She looked at Vegeta again and could see the beseeching, desperate plea in his eyes and so she took in a deep breath, nodded and set the control panel on the floor with bended knees. As she stood up again she walked tentatively towards the vibrating Glystal Chamber. It was as if she was viewing a reflection of Vegeta at his natural form and then at his transformed form. He flashed between himself and his Oozaru so blindingly that Bulma was finding it difficult to focus on which he was at the moment. And then she saw it. His tail was sprouting from behind him like a determined vine trying to reach the highest window of a tower. And as his tail slithered to its full length the hair on Vegeta’s body started to disappear as if she had imagined him turning into a great ape. His body began to shrink back to its natural state but there was a blood curdling scream that escaped his mouth. Something even the Glystal Chamber couldn’t muffle and drove Bulma into a state of frenzied panic.


“Vegeta.” Bulma screamed herself and ran towards the chamber. Her hand pressed against the Glystal wall that was between them, like bars of a cage eliciting feelings of being trapped and helpless because Bulma wished she could go inside. She wished so badly in that moment that she could wrap her arms around him while he shook with this quaking revelation. She hated hearing such a scream erupt from such a strong man. She knew that the pain would have to have been unbearable for even a whisper of sound to escape Vegeta’s mouth. And then a gasp wafted from her own mouth as Vegeta’s hair flashed between brilliant golden blonde to his natural ebony flames. And then he opened his eyes and Bulma took an involuntary step backwards. They were the most beautiful, illuminating shade of turquoise she had ever seen. But before she could make another move there was a blinding flash of pure white light and Bulma instinctively held up her arm to shield her eyes. However the unavoidable sound of shattering glass and the irrepressible buzz of electricity had thrown back a blind Bulma onto the floor of the now very jerky space ship.


Her head hit the floor and a throbbing pain erupted from the back of her head to right behind her eyes making her groan miserably. Then it was silent. The ship was not jerking violently anymore but moving again at its silky smooth pace. And the light that had blinded Bulma so horribly had seemed to dim somewhat. But she could still feel the banging pain in her skull and splinters of something biting at her tender skin. It was only when two strong, really hot, pair of hands held onto her that the situation she was in came flooding back to Bulma.


The fiery pain that had shot through every atom of his being was worth it! That was the first thought that had come to Vegeta’s mind when he was able to think coherently. One moment he was changing into an Oozaru, hair ripping through his skin and his body, strengthening while he felt the transformation slowing. The next moment the Oozaru transformation faded into the background of sensual excitement compared to the new power emerging from deep within him. He knew then that he would not make the full transformation to his ape state. It was only an outward show, a small taste of the true power to come. Like the darkening of clouds, flashes of lighting, clashes of thunder and the call of rain birds before the inevitable storm. And then there was the ripping pain of his precious tail re-growing from his tail bone and he had never before felt more exhilarated in his entire life. Loosing his tail had been as if he had lost his arm or leg and the feeling had left him feeling hopelessly weak. Although he had never expected anything would ever surpass the greatness of getting his tail back – he had been proven wrong. Just as Bulma’s Glystal chamber had been proven not to be indestructible after all.


The re-growing of his furry appendage had been brilliantly out shined by his transformation to Super Saiyan. That had come in one blinding flash of light, releasing and immense power. It was nothing like he had ever experienced before, the power surging through his body, even at his strongest he had never felt so complete before now. He felt powerful. No, it was too tame a word to describe this new energy coursing through his veins. He felt undefeatable, indestructible – invincible! And when a shard of the Glystal had somehow reflected his new appearance – whether it was a mirage of his own making or not he couldn’t tell – he wanted to throw his head back and laugh victoriously. But more than that he wanted to power up and power up and power up! He wanted to feel the true nature of his own strength.


But then he had heard her. A slow moan that sounded tortured, making Vegeta’s power levels stop rising. It was then that he realized how it had affected her. Foolish woman was standing so close to the chamber, looking at him with those deep blue eyes of hers, that she had been knocked back with the force of his energy. Immediately though Vegeta dropped to his knees to find her. It was then that he realized he could have destroyed the ship if he had powered up anymore. He had been so lost in the vibrations of his new strength he had completely forgotten where he was or how violently this little ship could be affected. And how ironic would that have been, him meeting his end just as he was at the very beginning of a whole new era. A self depreciating smirk graced his lips as he reached out to Bulma.


“Woman?” Vegeta held her up by her arms. She felt so frail in his hands, her body weak and limp and Vegeta inwardly cursed himself for not reining in his new power with more control. She lifted her head drowsily to look up at him with those ‘I want to see into your soul’ eyes of hers and for the first time in his entire life he felt a little self conscious of his new appearance.


“Oh.” Was the only word that formed from her lush lips and she moistened that kissable bow with the tip of her tongue as if preparing to get out the words that were stuck to the roof of her mouth. “You did it.” Her voice wobbled on the last word and Vegeta felt like reminding her that he really didn’t do anything. It was all her!


That would have, normally, made him resent the fact that he had needed help. However, he was fast learning that he was never normal when it came to this woman. Yes, she made him abnormal somehow. Tears were forming in those arresting blue eyes making them look like deep pools that he could drown in. And he was drowning. He found himself thinking. Drowning in the sensations only this woman could extract from him, drowning in the enigma that made her, her. And then a pearlescent drop slid from its prison, trailing slowly, almost painfully, down her pale cheek. He lifted a thumb and stroked away the offending liquid that made his chest constrict and mind run wild with anger. Then he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger as if feeling the texture of something he had never seen before.


“Why?” Bulma could hear the burning intensity in that one word. Oh she knew he wasn’t asking her why she was crying but that very question bothered her. Seeing Vegeta before her, now as a Super Saiyan, did things to her. Things she couldn’t understand but which brought emotional tears to her eyes. And yet it was so magical, so awe-inspiring that she was glad she was on her knees. For if she had been standing she felt sure she would have bowed before him. That’s how indescribable he looked as a Super Saiyan. She felt this need to start worshiping the ground he walked on.


And feeling that way herself, she could only just imagine the way Vegeta was feeling now. She didn’t even think euphoric would be able to do justice at describing what achieving something you’ve craved for so long could mean. And now he was asking her why? Why had she given it to him? What should she say? What could she say? Because she cared about him? Because she knew how much he had wanted this? Because she would do anything she could to give him what he wanted?


No! She couldn’t say those things for Vegeta hated sentimentality. And if she did he would began to resent the fact that she had literally given him his Legendary Transformation to a Super Saiyan. Kami, she didn’t want that on her conscience. She wanted him to embrace his new power, to revel in it and use it to its full advantage. But she could feel his burning gaze looking at her so intently it made Bulma feel like she might give in to those urges to throw her arms around him and confess how much he meant to her. Her head began to swim and the throbbing pain there only heightened at her distress.


Slowly she lifted her head to look into his eyes. Her palms crept their way up to rest against his bare chest and Bulma swallowed deeply as she saw Vegeta’s jaw tighten and felt his muscles tense beneath her palms.


“Because I could. And I wanted to.” That was the best answer she could afford in that moment. It was short, innocent and yet true in so many more ways than he would ever know. She felt his eyes searching her face as if trying to find a trace of untruth in her words and so she held his gaze determinedly. And then it seemed when he was satisfied with her answer he gave a small nod of his now golden head. As if her mind and body had waited for him to give her such a reprieve from the onslaught of the emotional storm she had been caught in Bulma felt her muscles start to relax. Within seconds she felt as light as a feather and her heavy lids drooped, sending her into a world of empty blackness.


“You should have woken me up sooner.” Bulma mumbled for what seemed like the thousandth time as Vegeta growled in irritation. ‘Well, good. Maybe it will finally sink into his thick head how annoyed I really am.’


In truth Vegeta couldn’t bring himself to disturbing Bulma from her sleep of more than a day. Not because of her hideous shrieking – although right now anyone would have thought that that was why he had done so – but because she had been exhausted. He knew that. She had passed out in his arms and after carrying her, bridal style, to their bed he had let her catch up on some much needed rest. Besides, seeing her angelic features softened in sleep had made him loathe to wake her. All he had wanted to do was watch her sleep so she could erase the purple smudges of fatigue and exhaustion under her eyes that he had only noticed then. However, he had then felt disgusted at what he was doing – watching her sleep like he would never see her again – and had woken her up abruptly. Still not soon enough though.


Now she was nagging him about the fifteen minutes she had to get dressed before landing on Planet Saivic. Honestly, how long does it take for her to throw on some garments after a shower? She could even leave out the undergarments because after his victory against King Cold he could think of many ways to celebrate. He gave a wicked smirk at the erotic thoughts that teased his mind and a tool flew at his head. Obviously his classic smirk was misinterpreted.


He turned to growl menacingly at the culprit but all Bulma did was give a haughty toss of her head before stomping over to the control panel. He, a Super Saiyan, the Prince of all Saiyans had just allowed a little, weak woman to hit him. Admittedly he felt no pain at her attack, though it was the principle of the matter that irked him. Teeth grinding and fists clenching Vegeta went over to stand beside Bulma at the control panel. “You should really tame that temper of yours woman. It will get you into a lot of trouble some day.”


She turned to look at him, blue eyes surprisingly sparkling with a challenge but also something that resembled anticipation. “Is that a promise Vegeta?” And he could only mumble something that sounded close to “vulgar, infuriating, pestering woman” making her toss her glorious blue head back and laugh. Vegeta couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked when she did that and how melodious her laughter sounded to his sensitive Saiyan hearing. However, her expression sobered when she returned her gaze back towards the control panel.


“Oh my, this Planet is creepy.” Bulma shivered helplessly as she looked up at the Planet they were approaching. It looked as dark as if it were night, and Bulma guessed that it always was since there was no sun around its axis. But the blackness was not welcoming. It was anything but. It looked like the type of places you thought monsters hid in when you were little. And who knows, maybe there were monsters hidden there.


“When we land, I want you to stay inside the ship.” It was Vegeta’s tone that pricked at Bulma’s senses. Something was up. She could feel the tension rolling of Vegeta in waves.


“Why would I do that?” Bulma asked. She still hadn’t decided if she was ready to go home yet or if she wanted to stay on with Vegeta, providing he wanted her to stay that was, but they had to stop here. They did need to refuel the ship and stock up on supplies. Feeding even a single Saiyan was a tedious mission.


He didn’t turn to look at her, his eyes focused solely on the control panel’s large monitor, and yet she could see the vein pulsating at his forehead. “Will you be returning back to that mud ball when we stop here?”


There it was! The final question and Bulma took in a very audible breath at his bluntness. She had wanted him, subconsciously she accepted now, to have asked her that very question for days now. For in doing so she would know that he did want her to stay. Because had he not wanted her to stay, he wouldn’t have asked her that simple question. Instead he would have handed her back her Capsule and sent her on her way with little acknowledgment. Strange but that was how Bulma read and figured out the working of Vegeta’s psyche! Her heart was a wild thing in her chest, beating so fast she could barley breath. He was asking her to stay. He wasn’t telling her that she had to go. And surely if he were asking her to stay it was to be with him. After all, it wasn’t like she had an alien family in space.


“No. No, I think I’ll stay a while longer. See how powerful a Super Saiyan really is.” She had tried to make light of the tense situation surrounding them but it was obviously the wrong thing to say because Vegeta tensed tenfold.


“Fine. Then you will remain in this ship until I tell you otherwise.” There was a lengthy pause in which Bulma was more than ready to protest when his next words cut her off. “At the slightest sign of trouble I want you to prepare this ship and take off for Earth.”


“What the hell do you mean Vegeta? What trouble are we expecting?” She had a seriously funny feeling about this and she hated that he wasn’t even looking at her or giving her a more elaborate explanation. She really didn’t feel like interpreting Vegeta’s cryptic words when they were fast approaching landing. Impulsively Bulma grabbed Vegeta by his arms trying to get him to turn and face her. He did eventually and she didn’t like the dread creeping up her spine at the feral look on his face.


“King Cold is waiting for me on this Planet.” And that simple statement opened a flood gate of understanding for Bulma.


He was preparing for battle. She should have read the signs earlier, but she had been too overcome with other thoughts to have noticed. King Cold obviously wanted revenge for his son’s death and Bulma doubted that the man would just reprimand Vegeta with a slap on the wrist. King Cold was obviously after blood. Vegeta’s blood. And the thought sent icy fingers of fear to clutch at her heart.


“Ok, then we will change course. We won’t land on Planet Saivic. You don’t have to fight him.” Bulma pleaded desperately. But this cold warrior standing before her made it seem that the Vegeta she knew was a million miles away. Was there another Vegeta? A good one? Or had she just conjured one up to make herself feel good about caring about a man who could kill without batting an eyelash? All he did was stare at her and Bulma had to resist the urge to shake him.


However the ship landed before Bulma could even register what was happening and she had to hold onto Vegeta when they bumped into solid ground. He hadn’t even lifted his hands to steady her and Bulma felt the need to scream her lungs out. She wanted to cry so badly that her throat burned from not doing so. And then he pried her hands from his arms and started to walk away from her.


“Vegeta please don’t go!” Bulma called out and she couldn’t understand why she was begging him to stay. She had long since understood how you could never stop a Saiyan from fighting, with Goku as her best friend, and yet she didn’t want Vegeta to go out there now. Was it because of the fear that she may never see him again or was she just being dramatic? She didn’t know, but the feeling of dread was lodging itself firmly, painfully almost, in her chest and it just refused to let go. All she could see were images of a lifeless, bloody Vegeta lying sprawled on ground that looked as black as coal. Bulma shook her head forcefully as if trying to chase the unbidden images of death from her head and focused again on Vegeta’s retreating form.


He stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t turn around to face her completely but she could see the sharp side profile of his face. “Just do as I say woman.” Were his parting words before he left her alone in the ship. However, Bulma was too dizzy to hear the way his harsh tone sounded gravelly, like it always did when he was trying not to sound gruff and commanding. A truly difficult feat for the Saiyan Prince.


“Fine! Go then.” Bulma screamed after him and feeling defeated she sunk down onto the cold, hard floor. “But please come back to me.” She whispered. And this time she couldn’t stop the bleak visions that seemed determined to torment her. Only this time the black ground opened up into a dark, hollow abyss and swallowed the broken, defeated Vegeta into its gapping mouth. The image of herself appeared behind her eyes, trying to reach out to him, trying to pull him back from the depths of what looked like hell, but she was helpless to do so. A hollow sob escaped Bulma’s mouth and it echoed through the quite of the space ship.


Vegeta stepped out into the night like scene of Saivic under its black velvet skies, dotted with glinting stars. The Planet was as quite as if it had been abandoned but Vegeta knew exactly what the resounding silence meant. He strolled almost casually towards his desired destination because it suited his purposes to do so. Walking down the miserable darkened streets he felt as if he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, building up for an intense showdown. However, he felt a sense of rightness, a sense of ready acceptance that had him feeling more than prepared for the oncoming battle against King Cold.


He had not been here many times but he didn’t like it. It possessed a strange aura of dread and hopelessness. Its cold, foul smelling air highlighted and intensified the negative feelings that one was experiencing. Like the way Bulma had reacted to his departure moments ago. She was obviously concerned for his well being and yet the dark magic of the Planet’s atmosphere had made her feel as if she would never see him again. He didn’t know how to reassure her and for the first time ever he had wished he had a string of comforting words to offer her. Words to make her feel safe. But he didn’t and so he had to contend with steeling his resolve and leaving her. Besides, he never did have time for things he considered to be useless, like platitudes. He believed in the cold hard truth!


However he couldn’t – no matter how much he had wanted to – leave Turles or Ren to guard her for that would constitute suspicious behavior. And if King Cold’s men noticed two beings who had pledged their alliance to Vegeta after Frieza’s demise they would definitely want to know what the two traitors were up to. No, she was better of in the ship, which was hidden deep on the outskirts of the Planet. He just hoped her brilliant mind would dwarf the dread she was feeling and keep her safe.


For himself, he could see the tormenting images of his past coming back to haunt him. Trying to push him into that black abyss at the door of insanity. It clawed its way through your mind, feeding of the negatives and pushing you into a deadly place. But Vegeta was too emotionally detached, too mentally strong to allow that to happen. And so the images of his father handing him over to Frieza; the feelings he had experienced the day he received news of his home Planet’s destruction; the many punishments he had received at the hands of Frieza; his death on Namek and even Bulma’s disappointed gaze directed at him were viewed as if through a spectators eyes. They were not his thoughts, but the cruel atmosphere showing him what it thought could weaken him. Of course Vegeta would never be weak enough to let it overwhelm him.


Just then two figures dropped down besides Vegeta like smoky mist from the night sky.


“He knows you’re here.” Ren said somberly, without any pretentious greetings today.


“Good, then it wont take me long to find him.” Vegeta smirked. The truth was, not only was he eager to test out his new abilities but he was itching for a good fight. He had been cooped in the confines of a ship for far too long now and he could feel the blood pumping through his veins at the possibility of a good fight. One that he would emerge victorious from of course.


“Your tails grown back!” Turles pointed out in awe.


“Yes, it has.” Vegeta said with an arrogant smirk. His tail uncurled from his waist to wave freely for a moment – as if posing for an admirer – before wrapping itself in place again. “It grew back after a very intense … work out session.” Vegeta improvised.


“He won’t even know what hit him now.” Turles said like a young teenager out for blood, bringing the topic back to the present situation once again. And Vegeta couldn’t repress another smirk at Turles' comment. Yes, it seems like the other Saiyan was just as thrilled at the opportunity for a fight as he was. Of course Vegeta would have to deny him that treat.


“What progress has been made of late?” Vegeta questioned.


“We have managed to track down Paragus and Broly My Prince and they have been sent to work undercover.”


Perfect! More long lost Saiyans – just what he needed. And he was not being sarcastic about it. He really liked the idea of having as many Saiyans as he could under his rein. They understood his ways and would make loyal counterparts. In that moment he felt a small twinge of regret over the deaths of Radditz and Nappa. While he couldn’t have really done anything to save Radditz, Nappa had died by his own hand. ‘Ah well, he was getting on in age. And at least he was given an honorable death. No greater honor than to die at your Prince’s hand.’ Something that King Cold would find out soon enough.


“Yes. Can you believe Cooler is actually going to let his father see if you’re strong as you say you are? What a coward.” Ren mocked as she tossed some of her silky tresses over her shoulder. The strands brushed Vegeta’s face, tickling his nose in its wake and he had to resist the urge to growl. It was the oldest trick in the book used by a female to show a male that she was interested in him and it incensed Vegeta that Ren had tried it out on him. Why hadn’t he realized how clawing her scent had been? It was too powerful, too dominating. He preferred Bulma’s light floral scent which was enticingly sweet and in no way overpowering.


“Yes actually I can.” Vegeta said through gritted teeth and ignored the pointed look that Ren gave him.


“So are you just going to walk up to Cold and attack him?” Turles asked excitedly.


“King Cold is obviously expecting me to do just that and you know how I hate to disappoint. Besides, that way it will be a one on one fight and the others will be a little too scared to intervene.” Vegeta explained.


“And do we just march up to all his lackeys and charge them full on.” Ren smiled menacingly as she cracked her knuckles loudly.


“That would be stupid considering how small your number of two is. I expect Cold to have dozens of his own men stationed all around the Planet. They will only change loyalty when I win. It makes no sense to start a small war here when we only have to fight one lousy battle.” Vegeta said sensibly, after all, he was a master tactician.


“Excellent idea My Prince. We will be right by your side.” Turles assured.


“No.” Vegeta said and enjoyed the look of confusion upon their faces. “You two will only intervene if I ask you to. Understand?” Vegeta said sternly, cutting of the protests that were on the tip of Ren’s tongue.
“I assume he is waiting for me in the main arena?” Vegeta questioned.


“Yes, he is. He even has a massive crowd cheering him on.” Ren informed him.


“Excellent. I want you two to blend into the crowd. I want this to be a fair fight. You will only step in if I tell you to do so.” Vegeta ordered.


“Yes.” They said in unison although Ren’s acceptance of the situation was a lot more grudgingly given. But Vegeta couldn’t care less about her wishes now. He needed to concentrate fully on fighting Cold. And he didn’t want any interferences. He could do this all by himself. After all, he was a Super Saiyan. Deftly, Ren and Turles flew of together, after a telling shake of the head from Turles, leaving Vegeta to wander off in the direction of voices that grew louder by the second. The Planet was more advantageous to Cold with temperatures suiting Ice-jins, but Saiyans weren’t weaklings either and Vegeta would enjoy the thrill of showing of his new power in front of a crowd. A massive crowd at that, Vegeta thought as he neared the arena.


This was one of Frieza’s favorite bases and tournaments between his servants were held here frequently. Much to the Lizard’s enjoyment. Frieza would sit upon his dais and laugh at the downfalls of weaker men because all the while he knew none present could defeat him.


On the few times that Vegeta had entered the battles he had looked at Frieza with an undisguised challenge in his dark eyes after every victory. He knew that Frieza could beat him ten times over but the Lizard wouldn’t do so because he enjoyed keeping Vegeta around. Vegeta was like the jewel in his crown of almost extinct races. However when the opponents got stronger and Vegeta kept winning, Frieza would send either Zarbon or Dodoria to beat the living daylights out of him. Then he would look at Vegeta with his own challenge in his eyes and the defeated Saiyan would be dragged of to a regeneration tank. After the third defeat Vegeta had stopped coming here. It hurt his pride to keep loosing like that.


But today, today he would claim back his birthright as the rightful Prince of the Saiyan Empire. He would take back all that the Ice-jins had stolen from him and he would do so with glee! He floated up into the dark sky and as the beings, packed to capacity in the large stands, noticed his descent a silence emanated throughout the crowd. One would think that no one was seated at the arena over the silence. And there was King Cold. Standing in the centre of it all with his hands crossed against his large chest. The giant looked, as always, completely bored with his surroundings.


However only Vegeta noticed the way his large shoulders stiffened at the sight of himself and he smirked at the impact his presence made. Landing just before King Cold caused murmurs to ripple through the entire arena.


“Ah, so I see you have come to face me little Prince. And here I thought all you monkeys were cowards.”


The barb slipped of Vegeta like water of a ducks back. Today was the day of reckoning for Cold and nothing could sour Vegeta’s good mood.


“Let’s skip all the pleasantries shall we?” Vegeta intoned and King Cold let out a cold, forced chuckle. Vegeta knew that by King Cold waiting for him in the arena it was administering a very public challenge. Cold also knew that the Prince would have never backed down from such a forthright call to battle and so Vegeta had obliged the Ice-jin – for now anyway. After all, Cold was making it much easier for Vegeta to take over – not only Frieza’s territory but his own – after the Saiyan Prince defeated him.


“Still as impatient as ever I see.” Was what King Cold said as he lowered his hands from his chest and both men took a step back.


Eager anticipation emanated like waves from the crowd and while they looked entranced at the sight before them, a lonely figure wandered over to the sounds that called to her. The only sounds she could hear on the seemingly isolated Planet …


Author’s Note: I’m a great fan of the romanticized version of how Vegeta sees Bulma in some precarious situation and then, in a fit of rage, turns into a Super Saiyan. However, having written those scenarios as well I wanted to do something very different.

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