Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 22 ( Chapter 22 )

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

“So then what happened?” I asked, sitting forward and staring at him. I was hanging upon every word uttered from his mouth, staring at this gorgeous face in front of me. I was completely obsessed, I realized in that moment, and in that very same moment, I became at peace with the idea. I’d broken the rules I’d lived by since taking my oath as a doctor to follow them. I’d become personally involved with my patient and I might have very well done anything he’d asked me to at this point. Later on, I actually did, but let me continue with the story. Or better yet, let him continue with the story.

“I was wished back,” he shrugged, reminding me of the dragon and the crystal orbs that could restore any life or grant any wish. “By some fucked up failure of fate, I was given my life back, opening my eyes and seeing nothing. I could hear screaming and it was very close and very loud and it even took me a good minute or so to realize it was me. I’d become hysterical, trapped beneath 6 feet of soil, buried alive.

“ ‘Oh God,” I cried, swallowing a mouthful of dirt and beginning to choke. “Oh God, this is a fate worse then before.”

“And to me, it was. I began clawing at the dirt, smothering as it pushed down against my chest and body, heavy and choking. I began to vomit up dirt, the warmth of it sticking to my face, making me even more nauseous as I tore my way upward. I wasn’t going to die like this; not again. I wiped at my face, the best I could, taking a short break while I gathered my wits and my strength, both of which I felt I’d lost for a few moments. Perhaps it was the fact that I had lived the lives of helpless, weak beings and I’d forgotten just how powerful my old body really was. Yes, I imagine that makes the most sense and as I threw my fist upwards, it came in contact with nothing but air, providing just the slightest amount of light, peeking through the darkness and giving me hope.

“At this point, I hadn’t even accepted or thought about the fact that I was alive. I just knew that I was staying that way and getting the hell out of here. I clenched my fist, gathering my power as I all but flew right out of the hole I was later to find that Kakarot had buried me in.

“I imagine I was perhaps a little mad when I emerged from my own grave and I think it stuck with me for a long time. Going to hell only to wake up in your very own grave is enough to put a damper on anyone’s sense of humor and it took quite a while before I even remembered who I was or where I was. It almost hurt in fact, trying to recall MY memories and separate them from those who I had lived as in Hell. I had to shake my head a few times just to stop the pressure from building and making me feel like my skull was going to explode.
“I stood up shivering, staring off into the swirling skies of planet Namek, and feeling the familiar energy auras of Kakarot and Frieza.”
“Frieza?!” I shouted.

“Yes, Frieza,” He answered calmly despite my interruption. “He was still very much alive and at that point, far as I can recall, still beating the hell out of Kakarot. Of course, as I died, I had become nearly twice as strong as before (as when Saiyans die or are beaten badly, we always come back stronger).”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Well, now you know. Kakarot had achieved the status of Super Saiyan, much to my HUGE insult, so, of course, my pompous young self decided to fly off and try to defeat Frieza on my own, and I might have at least put a nice little bruise on him if I hadn’t been wished away to planet earth.”
“Another wish?” I asked.

“Ahh yes,” he nodded. “Another wish. You know, I never quite understood the whole reason for all the wishes but then, I don’t think I ever really asked Kakarot about it all so I just basically went with the flow. And earth is a beautiful planet, by the way,” he smiled. “I know I call it a worthless ball of dog shit, and at times, it seems that way, but really, in comparison to some of the black hole, ass crack bottomless pits of the universe I’ve been to, it’s really not bad.”

I hmphed at that comment, not too impressed with his compliment.

“So there I just kind of sat for a moment or two, recalling a million things that seemed to overflow the capacity of my brain. I was alive, that was clear enough. But why? For what purpose? And now, what would I do? There’s was the part of me that wanted so much to simply grab a spaceship and fly right back to planet Namek to challenge Frieza again. Granted, that was the more insane part of me, but still. What point was there in living now? If Frieza died due to the planet exploding or by Kakarot’s hand, of what purpose was I to the world now?

“I’d gotten to the point of near suicidal thoughts, realizing that all my reasons for living were either dying or already dead. Zarbon, Faraque, Nappa, Radditz. Everything I’d ever known was gone. I was essentially gone and I suddenly hated Kakarot most passionately as I knew he was the cause of my being alive now. “I should have died!”, I thought to myself. “that was my fate, damn it. I should have gone out like a warrior, accepted my punishment and been tormented for eternity. At least THAT was somewhat dignified.” So now, I was to wither here purposeless, reasonless and utterly and completely alone for the first time in a long time.

“The only thing I wished for now was death. It was the only thing I truly wanted. Until of course Bulma, that fiendish blue-haired crypt keeper appeared and I had to smile and nod, agreeing with myself, ‘oh yeah, cept’ that of course’. I had been absolutely the most miserable being on this planet until she appeared, at which time a big, shit-thick layer of insanity crept right up upon me and I suddenly found the most stupid things perfectly hilarious. It got to the point where everyone just seemed to watch me, falling on my ass to the ground, running sideways in circles, pulling the grass out and throwing it over my head like confetti.”

I just stared at him, trying to actually picture him doing something like that.

“Yeah,” he smirked, shaking his head. “I know. But I told you, honestly, I went a bit crazy. It was like the point of drunkenness where you just kind of sit there, thinking about the problems which had led you to drink in the first place and which now, you find absolutely hilarious and mundane. I put things in perspective and realized that all in all, things hadn’t turned out too bad.

“Here I was, alive for one thing, with the possibility that Kakarot and Frieza would just kill each other off, leaving me the strongest known being in the universe, and what was even better, I actually had the chance to conquer this vicious, blood sucking blue-haired beast. By God, things were looking up!

“In fact, they stayed up for a while, the planet being blown to smithereens and from what I knew at the time, taking both the battling assholes down with it. Times were good. And they only improved as Bulma, as she insisted I call her (which I barely EVER did) invited me to stay at her house. You can IMAGINE the multiple sex fantasies this diseased my mind with and I just kind of smirked and followed her, happy to know that in this universe, I still had something I could and WOULD conquer.

“Being infatuated,” He sighed, leaning back with a smile. “I think that’s almost better than love. Because you’re so petty about it all, you know? It’s like, suddenly the stupidest most trivial things a person does can ultimately mesmerize you. And everything they do is perfect and wonderful and magnetizing. I think she could have barfed and I would have sighed about it later. Which might have actually been a good thing if it was something I could control.

“Zarbon, that was a gradual, friend-love. Faraque, even that was a logical kind of attachment. But THIS! Gah! THIS was all consuming, soul devouring, gut clenching, vomit inducing obsession! And by GOD, I HATED it!”

I had to laugh.

“It sounds so poetic and pretty when you word it, Vegeta!” I laughed.

“Why thank you,” he smirked. “I try. But seriously, I couldn’t think of anything else! How was I to conquer a universe when I couldn’t even conquer my own mind!? It was EVERYTHING she did! By GOD! The woman was insatiable! She just HAD to torture me! Oh, we couldn’t just wear NORMAL clothes could we? Noooo… Let’s paint on our pants! Oh, and while we’re at it, why not wear a fluffy little bra around town, despite the poor single schmoe that damn near humped a wall every time she came prancing around with boobs flying about everywhere. I honestly think those things smacked me in the face on accident once!

“And training? Oh God, training was the worst time of all. I was such a pervert!” he threw his head back laughing. “God, I used to have these like, fantasies of her just walking right in butt naked, smashing me against the wall and demanding it right then and there. I swear, these fantasies were like the shit straight out of hustler magazine commentaries. Totally unrealistic. I’d just be doing sit-ups and then one would come and I’d bang my head on the floor beneath me, cursing myself as I rubbed the sore spot. I’d become like one of those 13 year old walking bags of hormones that sits in chemistry class and imagines her favorite boy toy suddenly bursting in and whisking her away.

“Only, I was in my 20’s, a formidable possible ruler of the galaxy type, and I was wasting damn near every hour thinking about her! Oh yes, Lord Vegeta, conquerer of the known universe, what a way to spend your time. Very useful.

“And she was even worse, constantly barging into my life, demanding things, shouting obscenities and time to time giving me some of the fiercest smacks across my face I’d ever received. I was so sadistic, I actually liked when she hit me, imagine that! That! That is obsession! When you become like a dog, begging for any sort of attention.

“But then, you know me, I either didn’t show it at all, or I did in the sickest, most ungentlemanly way that made it seem like more of a joke than anything. She’d say things like “Damn it, Vegeta! Go to bed!” And I’d answer with quaint little remarks like “Only if you go with me” or “Sure, where’s your room?” things like that just to throw her off. I’d always smile as she tried to think of a smart remark back and one time, I even grabbed her only a week into actually moving into her house and gave her a big wet kiss right on her forehead. She wouldn’t look me straight in the eye for days afterwards.”

“Why’d you kiss her?” I asked eagerly, suddenly a sucker for romantic themes.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he rolled his eyes, remembering. “I think she’d actually insulted me or something. I didn’t have any sort of reason but I just said something along the lines of “you know you want me” and gave her a huge kiss goodnight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone’s face turn that red.

“And of course at the time, she had this boyfriend right? Which I thought was ridiculous because for human, he was… well, pretty good looking I’ll admit but heh, to beat ME out, you’d have to be… well, out of this world as, let’s be honest, I am wicked beautiful of course.”

“Yes,” I laughed. “and humble to boot!”

“I know right,” he smiled. “But, God, did I have fun with that. As it was, having someone like me lounging about the house was enough intimidation for the poor fool and I had just made a hobby out of scaring the daylights out of him.

“ “So,” I’d say to them both as they’d stand dressed up in the kitchen. “you two are going out, huh, Yamcha?”

“He’d swallow, try to puff out his chest or something and nod.

“ “That’s nice,” I’d smirk real wicked like, slowly wandering out the door, much to his date’s relief. I don’t know why she’d always get her hopes up that I’d just leave it at that but she always seemed sincerely surprised when I’d turn right before exiting the door and say something along the lines of “Say Bulma, I thought it was our turn to spend some ‘quality time” together. I was so looking forward to that full body massage you promised me last week.”

“They’d both gasp, going pale as if I’d truly just said the unspeakable evil and gawk at me in disbelief. I’d just shrug, adding something like “Oh, it’s not a big deal, I’m sure you’ll find time to reschedule it.” Turning to Yamcha, adding. “Women, I swear they’re so finicky, they’ll forget just about anything. That’s why you gotta’ make it so they remember huh, buddy?” I’d wink at them both. “Now you two have a nice time.”

“Gah, it was so priceless to hear them both bickering about it for days afterwards, Bulma throwing her phone at my head right after she’d hung up on him. Course, as much as I’d love to pretend I always pulled ones over on her, she probably got me back for the majority of them.

“At one point, she’d put an entire bottle of sleeping pills in my food, (which I’d scarfed down regardless of the taste since with her cooking, well, it could have had rat poisoning as the main ingredient and you’d never tell the difference) as you can imagine, I’d woken up with the prettiest pediicure and makeup a man has ever worn. And as you may have also guessed, I wasn’t and still am not, the type to stare into a mirror for long periods of the day and it was near night time before it even dawned on me why everyone had been laughing so hard.

“Course, by the time I’d realized it, she was taking a “beauty nap” as she referred to them (and I wouldn’t have disagreed as they seemed to be doing well for her) and I snuck into her room, quiet as a mouse as I dumped the contents of her mother’s dust pan into her hair, quickly adding the contents of the sink disposal that had become so disgusting and gooey her father had had to take it all out. To be quaint, it was the most revolting ball of shit I’ve ever come in contact with.

“And HOW that woman walked around for nearly 15 minutes before realizing her hair was plastered to her head is beyond me. She’s never been the type you’d want to wake up if you’re not wearing a “cup” so to speak, and she must have been particularly groggy as she plopped right down at the dinner table. It wasn’t until her mother dry heaved and ran from the table that she began to question her appearance and the big slap of sludge hitting the table top was a good indication of why I was nearly falling off my chair in hysterics.

“She began throwing things at me, hot food being my least favorite of these and I eventually found myself running into the living room, bawling with laughter the entire way, as I pictured her beet red face underneath a blob of stick and goo. So caught up in my laughter, I didn’t realize she’d even followed until she’d thrown herself at me, wrapping her legs around my torso and making us both collapse on a couch. She then decided to ruin the possibly sexy moment by rubbing her disgusting, shit covered head all over my FACE!

“When she’d finally decided she’d thoroughly drenched me in the gummy, watery goop, she’d gotten to her feet, glaring as she stomped away.

“ “Bitch.” I’d called her, knowing damn good and well I’d probably deserved it but pissed nonetheless as I wiped at my face.

“ “Bitch?!” she answered, turning on her heels to look at me. “Do I LOOK like your mother!?”

“Try as I might, I had to laugh at that one and we both actually shared a good fit of it thinking about how stupid we’d both looked throughout the day. It got so bad I couldn’t even lift myself from the couch, simply laying there as I could still see her enraged, shit covered face as she threw things at me. Even she had to hold onto the edge of the couch not to collapse to her knees and in the end, I had hugged her tightly, losing myself in the moment as I tried to get the grunge out of her hair.

“ “Oh you two,” her father had huffed, fresh from tending to his sick wife in the bathroom. “you’re like brother and sister!”

Vegeta laughed heartily.

“Of all the NOT cool things to say, I swear, that man ruined the moment entirely. Which, I guess was fine by me as I realized quite suddenly that this is NOT how a future conquering ruler of the universe Lord Vegeta himself, should act and was quick to rectify and remove myself from the situation.

“But we were always doing things like that,” he waved it away. “As much as she’d complain, she enjoyed those times as much as me and would often give me a slight grin even when I’d insulted her boyfriend, just to show good sportsmanship when I’d really out-done myself. I almost needed that approval from her, overjoyed when she’d wink or let a small smirk pass right before giving me the finger and walking out of the room. These were our little games and despite what everyone wanted to believe, that we sincerely couldn’t stand each other, there was something growing no matter how we tried to stop it.

“I see it now as I would never have admitted it then,” he said thoughtfully. “I was too thick headed to admit that this girl had completely decimated me in the infatuation department, as much as Zarbon or Faraque ever had. And although I would have denied to my grave any romantic feelings, I would probably have admitted at the time, that she was the closest thing I had to a friend in all the universe.

“It didn’t matter if I was with her, or even just thinking of her, because when I did, the loneliness melted away and the sad memories were just cruel dreams that you can awake from and shrug off as the hours of the day pass. She was ultimately what kept me alive in those times, though I didn’t see it. She passed the hours of the day, she was my entertainment and she was probably the only one I figured cared about me in the sense a loved one might.

“She saved me, I think….” He said almost sadly. “in every way a person can be saved. Because I needed to be saved. Because there was no one else to do it. And because that’s what people do when they’re falling in love.

“She was my ‘her’, the beginning of my real life and the end of what it started out as.” He smiled wistfully. “And I guess, because of her… we can call the remainder of this, part two of my story.”