Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Feeding Genius ❯ It Doesn't Rain... ( Chapter 25 )

Feeding Genius

Chapter Twenty-Five

It Doesn't Rain

Vegeta's POV

Disclaimer: The only thing I'm guilty of is Vegeta lusting! ^-^

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Bulma has been hard at work for the last twenty-four hours. She has continued to work non-stop from the moment we finished satisfying each other's bodies, and numbing the pain we have both suffered under. I'm not sure if it worked. I'd like to think it has for her, but my mind is just as confused as it was before. She hasn't said much to me, which is unnaturally worrying. She isn't the type of person that gives in to long spells of silence, and I am strangely eager for her to carry on in her usual flow of pointless human chatter. Still, realistically there is very little for either of us to say. Too much time has already been given up to regret and sadness, and I am content in the knowledge that she felt comfortable enough with my presence to give up her vulnerability to me and no one else. I am a selfish creature, and when it comes to my blue-haired banshee, abnormally more so.

After the daze of pleasure had passed my thoughts instantly returned to our precarious situation, and I've been silently mulling it over ever since. To the best of my calculations it will take at least a week to get back to Earth from our current location. Our supplies will just about stretch to it, and even though it might be wise to stop off at Gleya on the way back to replenish our stock, there are too many warning signs to make me want to take such a step. My slim trust and infuriating jealousy of the Commander is perhaps the most blatant of those reasons. I know it is unjustified, and its equally repugnant to my warrior heritage to be so cautious around a person who's very obviously inferior in rank and power to myself, but the feeling is there none the less, and my instincts will always guide me in such matters. I will not lay myself open to it.

My limited technological training has shown me enough of Bulma's work to know she's almost finished on the communications array. Her ingenious mind and unfailing determination have once again cemented her true worth, and I feel proud to call her my wife. My strength of body is so completely equalled in the strength of her mind that it makes us a truly formidable force. Faylorn had better watch his ass, because I'm going to kick it all over the universe when I get my hands on him. Fool. I wonder if he realizes that by letting me live he has made me so much more powerful? Feh! He will realize his mistake soon enough.

A dull fizz distracts my attention. It springs to life under Bulma's rapidly moving fingers and is echoed under a deep reverberating groan, which pounds in a low bass and fills the room with mechanical noise.

"Come on you piece of crap!" Bulma whispers through clenched teeth, "work for me!"

As if she had coaxed it with her breath the holographic screen flashes into life and is filled from top to bottom with a code, which is completely alien to me. I look to Bulma for confirmation that this is what should be happening, and although she doesn't look back I can see her features come alive in a cascade of relief as it washes over her.

The code clears instantly, leaving only the words 'please insert coordinates' glowing in a faint green at the bottom. Bulma's relief manifests itself into tears as she turns to acknowledge me for the first time in hours, her face smiling under the moisture of her emotion.

"I did it!" she says, putting a shaky hand to her mouth, "Holy fuck! I did it! I didn't want to believe… it was so badly damaged…."

She walks unsteadily towards me, and grabs me around the stomach, burying her head in my chest. I remain unresponsive, but continue to look down on her. When the emotion eventually passes and she regains some composure she meets my gaze through damp eyes.

"G…" I swallow the lump that seems to have jumped into my throat, and lay a hand on her shoulder. "Good job."

Her only response is to cup my hand gently with her own and then move away. I'm slightly put out that she feels compelled to leave me so soon, but I know her reasons are justified. As if to prove as much she instantly returns to the machine and types in the code that I know will begin a transmission to Earth.

She is standing in front of the huge screen, wringing her hands on the front of her top and I join behind her. We wait in silent anxiety. Several minutes pass.

"Shit Dad! Answer - damn it!"

Nothing.

"Perhaps he is out?" I say feeling compelled to speak.

"No! He can't be! Not at a time like this!"

She's proven right, much to my relief, a moment later. The old mans benign face clambers onto the screen, amongst a brief surge of static.

"Bulma! Bulma! Is it really you?"

"Yes it is, where the hell were you, you moron! I've been waiting five minutes!"

I chuckle to myself as she bombards him with a barrage of insults. The old Bulma's back and she's pissed, just the way I like her. Dr. Brief makes some offhand comment about having a new type of stereo fitted in his retirement lab, and gets extra bitch for the effort. You couldn't buy this kind of entertainment!

"And you can stop smirking too!" she yells, throwing me into the fray.

"Continue acting like a baka and I'll continue to laugh at you for it." I reply, "Get used to it!"

"Ugh! You're such an ass."

I can't refute it, and she knows as much. I close my eyes in acquiescence and her anger tames a little.

"It's good to see you up and about Vegeta my boy!" says the old man, and he seems genuine enough.

"And more powerful than ever." I reply.

"That'll please our new visitor when she gets back!"

"New visitor. You mean Maek Suh is there already?" I say, chancing a side-glance at Bulma. Her face is pale and her eyebrows drawn in a mixture of thought and anger.

"Oh yes. She arrived a few days ago. Intriguing lady that… I bet she's a riot at dinner parties, she has more anecdotes to tell than I do, and that's no mean feat I can tell you."

"You let that bitch in our house!" Bulma screams from beside me, "What were you thinking!"

"Well she's Vegeta's former master isn't she? It was only good manners to give her a place to stay after coming so far to help look for Trunks, and really, Bulma, I'm a little surprised that you don't feel the same way."

Bulma is about to reply, but I interrupt her. "Where is she now?"

"She left yesterday. We've been able to trace Trunks' location chip to a mountain range about five hundred miles away. There are a lot of disused temples littering that area… hang on a moment… I'll send you the information."

"Did she leave on her own?" I press.

"No - Piccolo and Gohan were with her."

"And what is being done? What is the plan? Do they definitely know Faylorn is on Earth?"

He nervously scratches his chin, as his annoying little feline creeps sluggishly along his shoulders. "I can't say for sure. There wasn't much call for me to know the details, but Master Suh seems to believe Faylorn is here… so the rest took it for granted he is as well."

Bulma looks just about ready to blow. I lay a hand on her shoulder in the hopes it will calm her down. "Losing you head in a situation like this is dangerous, Bulma." I whisper, "Valuable information will be lost and important questions left unasked. Save the anger for later."

To my relief she relaxes a fraction and nods.

"Well," I continue, "Master Suh is not a threat if she is with both Piccolo and Gohan. They are both strong enough to control her if she should become hostile. Faylorn on the other hand is a different matter. They had better hope he isn't on planet."

"Why?"

"Because, if he should choose to attack them, not one of the current Z Senshi would stand a chance. I am the only being in the universe that is powerful enough to take him down. He got lucky once. It won't happen again."

"Where are you right now?" asks the doctor, "When will you get here, they'll need your help as soon as possible."

Bulma bows her head, looking despondently to the floor. "I don't know Dad. It could be a week - it could be two. The ship took some major damage when we landed. I have most of it repaired, but it's still not ready for any attempt at space travel. Is there any way for you to contact Gohan and let him know that he has to wait? I can't let him face Faylorn, not if Vegeta's right."

Dr. Brief shakes his head. "There's no way of contacting them. I'm - I'm sorry Bulma, they didn't take anything with them. They didn't think they'd need to."

"Then let them have their shot," I say, "Not that I think it will do much, but that's the way of nature, the weak will perish and the strong survive. Kakarrot's brat may yet prove the worth of his Saiyan heritage."

Bulma's sadness soon re-ignites into anger under my statement, "So you'd let him die, for what? The pride of a dead race? Yeah what a great example that sets. Would you say the same about your own son?"

"That is different and you know it."

"Is it - how so?" she accuses.

"At fifteen Gohan has reached maturity by Saiyan standards. Trunks is still just a child, at that age and without a tail there is very little even a child of the Saiyan no Ouji can do against a force like Faylorn. The power Gohan harnessed against Cell is still unprecedented, even by me. If he fails against Faylorn then it will be his own fault for neglecting his training."

I think there is little she can say in opposition to my statement. No matter how much she might not want to admit it, it is the truth. If Gohan had continued with his martial arts rather than giving it up to please his bitch of a mother then who knows at what level he would be at now. It is not my fault that he is wet behind the ears.

Whether she acknowledges as much or not is hard to tell, but she scowls at me none the less. There is no verbal retaliation, however, and she turns back to the screen.

"Thanks for keeping me up to date Dad," she says with a strained smile, "I'll have to go now though. This ship won't get fixed by itself and if the others might be in danger then we haven't got any time to lose."

"I understand."

"Make sure and let me know of any developments right away okay? I'll call you when we've got this heap of junk space-worthy again."

"You have my word," he says through a paternal smile and then adds, "Take care, Pumpkin."

Bulma's cheeks flush for a second. "I will. Bye Dad."

The screen fades to black as the communication is ended, and the holographic image blinks out of existence. Tearing away the print out she received from her father, Bulma looks it over once and hands it to me before turning the main power off.

"I need to get back to work. You see what you can make of that."

I nod in agreement and sitting down on crossed-legs, take a look at the plans.

They look thorough enough. The old mans penchant for detail has come very nicely into effect for such a cause. There are a series of blueprints attached that depict the temples he spoke of earlier. You would never have any idea from the outside that these simple structures could possibly be so complex inside. They appear to be little more than a cover up for a much larger and more effectual complex of tunnel systems that interlace haphazardly through the mountainous region.

On closer inspection I find that I am not so unfamiliar with the area as I had at first thought. I have been there on occasion. The extreme climate of that area has drawn me to train there on several occasions for the factors that can't be accomplished in the confines of a gravity chamber. If Faylorn is there then, strategically, he has picked a very good location. It will be difficult to attack such a vast and complicated area.

Then again, it could well play into the Z Shenshi's favour as well. If they are to plan for it accordingly. With so much information to play on, thanks to Dr. briefs detailed plans, then the factor of chance could be favourable to them. It's an intriguing prospect.

"Vegeta?"

I look up, to see Bulma standing pensively in front of me. "Hn?"

"Do you really think they have no chance?"

"Gohan has surprised me before. He may well do it again."

"I hope so. He - he's almost like a nephew to me. I owe it to Son-kun to try and protect him."

"Then finish the repairs." I state, "but do you have to have the infernal computer running, all that damn noise is making it hard for me to think properly."

"What are you talking about?" she says, her brow creased in confusion, "The computer is off."

"What the…?" I stand immediately, my senses suddenly overcome with a surge of urgency and dread. "Then where the hell is that noise coming from?"

"I can't hear anything."

"Fuck!" I train and gather my senses a little more. "You're right. It's not coming from inside."

"What!"

I can't believe I let my guard down so much, and ignoring the woman beside me I rush to the window, not wanting to think about what I might see there.

"Vegeta! Dammit! Tell me what's going on!"

The view is just as desolate as before, but now on the horizon I can see a shimmering that looks completely out of place on such a burnt and barren landscape. I can't feel any life energy but my eyes can't deceive me. There is something coming.

"Stay here!" I order, "continue your work and don't stop for anything!"

"But Vegeta…!"

"Don't argue with me Woman, just do it!" I walk calmly towards the exit and let the hatch open in a cloud of dust. "Lock the door behind me. We have company."

Not waiting for her to reply or question me further, I let my ki swarm around me, instantly changing my ordinary form into that of my legendary ancestors. I get the eerie feeling I will need the power of Super Saiyan for this one. In a burst of light I fly over the side of the canyon and back onto it's steeped sides.

From this position I can clearly see my target, and at first I allow myself to be overtaken by complete awe at the sheer quantity of my opponents. Holy fuck! There are thousands of them. They litter the horizon in a barrage of reflected metallic light. I haven't seen this kind of technology in so long… not since my release from the Ice-jin rule.

"Battledroids!"

They are an old incarnation of Frieza's, used for the scouting and elimination of life forms in times when manpower is not available, but I have never seen them in this number before. They are merciless machines, trained with formidable ki weaponry and created with only one objective - to kill all organic life.

"Shit!"

This is not good. It doesn't rain for me does it… it fucking pours! I knew the name Mantion was important and suddenly everything clicks back into place. This planet. It was where they were manufactured. I thought they had been deactivated decades ago. I'm absolutely positive that Frieza himself had given the order for their destruction after some of the rogue bots had attacked a vessel he was being carried on and caused him to spend several weeks of suspended animation, floating in space after the craft was destroyed.

I have delayed long enough. I don't have the time to go over the whys of this situation, I have to act, and I have to act now!

I scream, ki-ing up in a release of energy and push off the floor, powering towards the frontline. I have no choice. I have to attack. I have to keep them at bay long enough for Bulma to complete her repairs. I will eliminate every single one of the fuckers! I am the Saiyan no Ouji, the most powerful warrior in the universe. I have fought against worse and won. I will protect her. I must!

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A/N - Well you didn't think I was going to make it easy on them did you? *Wicked grin*

Next chapter - We're back to Piccolo's POV. Is Faylorn on Earth?