Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Genesis ❯ Chapter 3

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Chapter 3


"Isn't this just a lovely little place?" Frieza asked as he descended the ramp of his ship, his chair hovering about a foot and a half above the ground.

"It's absolutely terrible" Zarbon said, his elegant features wrinkled in disgust as he surveyed his surroundings.

"Looks like someone had a party before we got here," Dordoria said, gesturing his bloated pink hand towards the crumpled bodies of the fallen warriors.

"Looks like Vegeta's handiwork if you ask me. Besides, it was his ki signature that we were picking up from space."

"That naughty little monkey. He thinks he can outsmart me by disabling the tracking beacons on his pod and destroying the communicators. I have to admit that it worked for awhile, I was rather surprised to find his ki signature on this mud ball, but I have to remind myself that I taught him everything he knows so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise. But the arrogance of that little bastard to think that he can take what's mine is unforgivable. Dordoria, find him and bring him to me. Zarbon, you go collect what we came for."

"Yes Lord Frieza" they said in unison before flying off in separate directions. Vegeta growled low in his throat as the lizard-like creature barked orders at the other soldiers scurrying around the ship. It was taking every ounce of his control to keep his ki suppressed to an unreadable level and not lunge at Frieza.



Bulma felt Vegeta's muscles tense against her back, he was angry and getting angrier by the minute.

"Please, don't..." she whispered against his rough glove, not knowing if she was asking him not to get angry or not give away their position. As horrible as Vegeta was, she knew from his actions that this small lizard called Frieza was much worse.

::Are you telepathic?:: came a gruff voice into her mind. She knew it was Vegeta, she could almost feel his mind wrap around hers.

::A little::

::If I release you, do you promise not to move or scream as to give away our position?::

::I promise.:: he hesitated for a moment, debating on trusting her before his grip loosened and the glove came away from her mouth. She didn't move, she barley breathed. She knew that if Frieza found them, she would be subjected to horrors beyond her imagination. As she fought to stay calm, Dordoria landed beside Frieza and dropped to his knee.


"No sign of Vegeta or Nappa, Lord Frieza."

"Where could he go? You'd think you'd be able to spot that atrocious hairstyle of his from a mile away."

"I don't know Sire. But I found the pods that he and Nappa arrived in and I destroyed them. If he's here, he's not leaving now." Vegeta had to hold back his scream of anger. He was stuck on this miserable planet unless he showed himself to Frieza. Considering his previous deflection from Frieza's army and his plot to destroy him, he doubted he'd be welcomed back with open arms. He'd rather be tortured to death by Dordoria and Zarbon than go crawling back to that monster anyway.

"Good work Dordoria. I remember why I keep you around." Zarbon landed a second later and dropped a large, bulky object on the ground before assuming the same bow Dordoria had just given Frieza.

"Here he is Sire, as you requested."

"Wonderful. But Zarbon do me a favor. Next time I ask you to bring someone to me, make sure you don't drop them on their neck before I get what I need from them!" Frieza snapped as he pointed to the bulky object on the ground.

"Forgive me Sire."

"You're forgiven. Wake him up will you? I don't want to have to stay her any longer than I have to." Zarbon shook the man roughly. He sat up cradling his head, and shaking it groggily.

"Dr. Gero?" Bulma whispered as she watched the man stand, his shoulder length salt and pepper hair blowing softly in the breeze as he ran a hand over his moustache. Vegeta looked at her out of the corner of his eye before refocusing his attention on Frieza.

"Hello doctor, I hope my associate wasn't too rough with you."

"Frieza? It's really you?" Gero asked, the excitement evident in his voice.

"Of course. Now if you'll forgive my rudeness, we do have a schedule to keep and we'll have plenty of time to get aquatinted on the ship. Do you have everything you'll need?"

"Yes." Gero said, patting his pocket.

"Good. Follow Dordoria, he'll show you to your quarters. Soldiers!" he ordered as the soldiers ran for the ship. But Gero didn't move. His eyes were locked on something. "What?"

"It's him." Gero said, his voice thick with hatred and malice. He raised his hand and pointed at Goku, who was lying against the rock Vegeta had thrown him into. He was barely breathing.

"Who?" Frieza asked.

"Goku. He defeated my army. He's been the bane of my existence since he was a child! Did you do that? Did you kill him?" The hope that resounded through the question caused Bulma to taste bile in the back of her throat.

"Well he's not actually dead. And no, I didn't."
"Too bad." Gero mumbled the hatred and anger in his voice was cold. Frieza stopped for a moment before he smirked wickedly and whispered something Zarbon. "Doctor, I can't help but wonder if you're going to need some...volunteers for your projects?" He let the doctor catch his eye before he flicked them meaningfully over at Goku. A sinister smile spread over Gero's lips.

"Well now that you mention it..."

"Perfect! Consider it a welcome gift." he said as Zarbon can back from the ship and snapped something onto Goku's neck. He picked him up effortlessly and carried him up the ramp, followed closely by Dordoria, Dr. Gero and Frieza.

"Goku!" Bulma tried to say as she felt her body moving toward her friend against her will. But Vegeta had anticipated her actions and slammed his hand back on her mouth and his arm around her again. Frieza's ship had already taken off before he released her again. As soon as Frieza was out of sight Vegeta released her and crawled out of the crevice, scanning the sky for any sign of the ship. Bulma crawled out beside him. "Goku!" she called.

"Shut up woman!"

"Aren't you going to do anything? We can't just let him take Goku!" Vegeta looked at her like she was insane. Help the third class idiot? He had more important things to worry about besides the death of that idiot at Frieza's hands. If Frieza killed him it would just save him the trouble. But the right of disposing of the traitor should be his and his alone. He growled. He'd have to think about this later. He had to kill the woman and figure out a way off the planet before he could even start to think of what to do about Frieza. Not to mention why he took the earthman with him. Suddenly, the sky became brighter, as if the Earth had two suns. "What..." Bulma asked, shading her eyes with her slender hand.

"No...he can't!" Vegeta gasped as the realization dawned on him.

"Can't what?"

"He's going to blow up the planet." His voice was flat and lifeless. Bulma's jaw dropped and she just looked at him. The light from Frieza's rapidly approaching ki blast had eradicated the shadows from his face, making him look his age. She guessed he was only a few years older than she was.

"Bulma! Hurry! There's no time!" Bulma and Vegeta spun around at the sound of the new voice from behind them. Kami stood on the rocks, Gohan and Krillin under one arm and Piccolo under the other. She had no idea the older Namek was that strong.

"Kami? What-"

"No time to explain! Just come over here and grab onto me!" Without thinking Bulma grabbed Vegeta by the wrist and ran over to Kami, dragging the bewildered Saiyan behind her. He would have usually resisted, but there was too much going on at one time for him to fully register that she had latched onto him. Bulma grabbed Kami with her free hand, never letting go of Vegeta. Before she could look into Kami's face, they had disappeared from the ruined desert and appeared in an eerily lit, alien room. Kami unceremoniously dropped the warriors he was holding and dashed to a strange table of sorts, covered with buttons and flashing lights. Somewhere in the back of her mind Bulma wanted to inquire about what could only be a control panel, but her mind was too full of other questions. The Namek's gnarled fingers flew across the buttons and keys, and the room began to shake and move.

"Kami-"

"Not now!" he yelled and Bulma lost her footing as the room shifted beneath her feet. Sweat was breaking out on Kami's forehead as he furiously punched command after command into the panel. "We're not going to make it!" They were the last words Bulma heard as a bright flash of light blinded her and deafening sound ripped through the room. The floor became the ceiling and the room began to move like a washing machine, throwing its occupants around like dirty clothes. She didn't know anything else as she hit her head on something and everything went black.