Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ Chapter four - Time to grow ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four

 

Time to grow

 

Weeks, and months passed and they soon became years, during which time Vegetasie returned back to relative normalcy if there was such a thing. The decision regarding the prince and Freeza was put on the back benchers with the hope, though as slim as it may be that Freeza would just forget about Vegeta and stay away.

 

Vegeta was late into his fifteenth year and his powers and abilities were growing in immense abundance, as was his relationship with Bulma, although this was not in a good way. They seemed to constantly be screaming at each other, and although Bulma would lash out, Vegeta always restrained himself, a lesson he had learned the hard way several years back when Bulma had played a practical joke on him.

 

`Flashback'

 

While Vegeta had been training with Kakkarot, Bulma had decided to get him back for destroying her knew hover ride, which she had received for her tenth birthday with a stay ki blast which went awry. Although it was nothing she could not salvage, for Bulma had learned at a young age that she possessed and natural abilities for the sciences and mechanics, she was still pretty pissed.

 

Bulma had snuck into Vegeta's room and placed a small red dye block in the head of his shower, for when he returned.

 

After Vegeta had finished his training, he had left Kakkarot and returned to his room to shower and change before he joined his parents and his annoying little sister for dinner.

 

Vegeta removed his clothing and stepped into his shower cubicle, turning the water on closing his eyes and feeling the hot spray glide over his tired muscles relaxing them with its heat. After about ten minutes he turned of the water and stepped out, flaring his ki to dry himself, while moving towards the full length mirror situated in his clothing chambers.

 

Vegeta stood staring at his reflection in the mirror, mouth hanging open, eyes bulging at the image that greeted him.

 

“I'll fucking kill her” Vegeta roared, while taking in his new red appearance, every inch of him covered in a hue of bright red, even his hair and tail had not escaped the dying process.

 

Vegeta had grabbed the nearest battle suit and stormed from his chambers in search of his bitch sister, thinking how he would soon be an only child.

 

Bulma was busy tinkering with her almost completely trashed hover ride, in her private lab, which the king had set up for her on her eighth birthday, when the door suddenly blew of its hinges, making her scream and duck for cover behind one of the work benches.

 

“You… you…, look… you…what the fuck…grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I'm going to send you to the next dimension” Vegeta roared, at his cowering sister.

 

Bulma peeked over the bench realising it was Vegeta, her blue eyes shining brightly as she gazed upon her new completely red pig of a brother.

 

Picking herself up of the floor, she attempted to compose herself, while trying desperately to strive off the fit of hysterics which she could feel about to erupt from within her, but it didn't last and Bulma almost fell over with laughter erupting from her like a volcano on prozac.

 

Vegeta just looked at her and exploded, she was mocking him, laughing at him, his power rising with every waking second she stood in front of his being.

 

Vegeta suddenly threw himself at Bulma, who suddenly stopped laughing and starred at him wide eyed just long enough to see him take a swipe at her and then nothing as the world as she knew it went black.

 

Vegeta stood in the middle of the room, looking at the spot where one his sister stood. Suddenly coming to his senses he frantically searched for her, hoping that he hadn't sent her literally into the next dimension.

 

He found her sprawled on the floor in a heap in amongst what was her already broken hover ride, blood covering her entire being.

 

Just as he was about to bend down to pick her up, he felt himself being thrown against the wall, his body making a sharp impact causing it to crumble under the force. He looked up to see his father cradling Bulma's limp and bloody body in his arms, growling fiercely at him. His father then handed Bulma gently to Turles, instructing him to rush her to the regeneration tanks and to call Bardock to attend to her and no one else.

 

The king then turned his attention back to his somber son and rained a beating down upon him which he would not forget in a hurry.

 

It had taken Bulma over two weeks in the regeneration tank to completely heal, and Vegeta two days to recover from his injuries.

 

He had never allowed his temper to get the better of him with her again, not because of the beating, but the intense feeling of regret and dread he had felt when he had laid eyes upon her lying in her own blood by his hands.

 

`End flashback'

 

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Bulma was now twelve years old and getting more beautiful with the parting of each day. Her hair was long and sleek, stopping at just above her waist, and her eyes were a blue as ever, although her body had yet to develop into that of a young woman, something the king was extremely ecstatic about, after all Saiyan's developed so quickly.

 

Bulma was standing in the gardens outside in the palace grounds taking in the beauty that was her home, although Saiyan's were a warrior people, she could never get over the beauty of her home. She turned a gazed at the palace, it was made of a grey stone, each block hand carved and purposely placed, when the sun hit it at certain angles, it would change between its natural shimmering grey to shades of reds and blues, making her wonder if this was why red and blue were the royal colours.

 

It was immense in stature, spreading across several thousand meters, surrounded by immense gardens. To the south and west lay a surrounding forest, steeped in exotic trees and shrubbery and filled with birds and beasts of all kinds. To the north lay the capital, which was always filled with hustling and bustling crowds of city dwellers, never quiet even during the long winter nights. To the east of the palace lay the barracks, the one place her father had forbid her from ever entering. Bulma had just looked at him confused not understanding why he had proclaimed this so.

 

A deep voice behind her called Bulma out of her musings, she turned to see Turles waiting to escort her to dinner.

 

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Upon entering the dining room, Bulma saw that everyone was already there waiting for her. Her father and mother sat at either end of the long table, her father in his usual royal garb, absently stroking his beard, while her mother sat looking every bit the queen that she was, dressed in a heavy silken red dress, overlayed with blue silk. Her brother Vegeta, sat to the left of his mother with his usual scowl in place whilst drumming his fingers on the table in obvious annoyance of having to wait, while Kakkarot sat opposite him staring at the food, she smiled to herself, all he ever thought about was fighting and food. She noticed that he was changing rapidly from the young sort boy she had met many years ago, who used to play peek a boo with her, to that of a handsome young man. She then notice two other people sitting with him, she remembered them as Kakkarots parents Kiara and Bardock.

 

She started to wonder why she was not informed earlier that they would be having company, she would have changed into something a little more dressy. She absently brushed her grey pant suit down and tucked a stray strand of her long blue hair behind her ear before taking her seat.

 

“Nice of you to finally turn up” Vegeta whispered to her with a sneer on his face.

 

“Oh, bite me arse wipe” Bulma retorted.

 

Vegeta just stared at her, long and hard, thinking to himself `did she just say bite me'

 

He shook of the sudden image of his sister with her mouth latched to his neck, with a shudder, great kings what was he thinking, she was his sister for kings sake, and he hated her, shuddering once more, he began to eat his dinner without another sound.

 

Dinner was usually an eventful occasion, with or without company, everyone would be talking or arguing but it was never silent as it was today.

 

At the end of dinner, the king cleared his throat, taking one quick glance at his mates suddenly pale complexion and began to speak.

 

“Freeza had been in contact and it is not good news” the king began, turning to look at his son.

 

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked questioningly at his father before replying simply “so”.

 

The king swallowed hard, trying not to explode with anger, knowing full well that Vegeta had not idea of the implications this would be having on him.

 

“My son, remember when you and your sister were sent to Bardock's when you were six years old, it was because Freeza and his generals were on the planet” the king stated hoping that this would pick up his son's interest.

 

“So that's the reason you sent me, you lied to me father” Vegeta spat out

 

“Yes son we did” the queen cut in emphasising on the word `we'

 

Vegeta looked from his father to his mother, shocked that she would have any part in the whole affair.

 

“Why” Bulma cut in, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

 

During this time Kakkarot was looking at each of the royals, then to his parents only to see them shake their heads in unison in order for his to remain quiet.

 

The king sighed and began to relay the whole affair which had took place during Freeza's visit, making sure that he left nothing out.

 

Vegeta frowned deeply before rebutting “I see, so now he is coming to collect on his threat”.

 

“Yes” the king replied simply, after all what else could he say.

 

“Then so be it, for my people and for my kingdom, father I will go” Vegeta ground out between clenched teeth.

 

The king raised his head sharply towards his son “No, I will not allow you to go”

 

“Can we beat him” Vegeta asked already knowing the answer, but needed his father to speak it.

 

“No, we cannot” the king replied

 

“Then there is no other choice” Vegeta said, whilst pushing himself from the table to leave.

 

“Noooooooo….” Bulma screeched, causing everyone to wince, “how can you all speak so calmly about this, you're talking about Vegeta living with some kind off…..monster” tipping her chair over as so rose and ran crying form the room.

 

The queen went to rise when Vegeta beat her too it, running after his sister, towards her lab where he knew he would find her.

 

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Bulma entered her lab with tears streaming downing her face, she picked up one of her tools and threw it across the room nearly hitting Vegeta with it in the process.

 

She looked up into his face her eyes clouded over with her distress, then threw herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck, sobbing into his neck.

 

Vegeta gently put his arms around her, not quite understanding why she was so upset, he thought she would be glad to be rid of him for a while.

 

“I thought you would be happy to see the back of me little girl” Vegeta breathed against her ear.

 

Bulma raised her eyes to his, staring intently into his bottomless black orbs. Vegeta took one of his hands from her back and using his thumb gently brushed away some of her tears.

 

“Don't cry, it won't be forever” Vegeta whispered

 

Bulma sniffled and tried to broach a small smile, before simply stating “Baka”.

 

Vegeta chucked and kissed her on the forehead, before embracing her again in his strong arms, gently rubbing her back, and trying to fight the strange feeling he was having in his belly at holding her so close.

 

They stayed there together for what seemed like an eternity before Vegeta pulled away, kissing her once more on the forehead and leaving her to continue her grieving in peace.

 

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Several weeks passed before Freeza's arrival, during this time the palace was in turmoil making the arrangements for the princes duration spent as one of Freeza's new recruits. It had been decided that Nappa would accompany him as his bodyguard and trainer, while Radditz would go to continue his cultural studies.

 

Freeza had sent a transport ship for the prince and his company, sending Zarbon in his stead as he was busy with affairs of state. While Nappa and Radditz were loading their things onto the transport, Vegeta was busy in the palace saying his farewells to his family.

 

The king and queen had said their goodbyes which resulted in the king having to pry the queen of their son, before she suffocated him with her embrace, causing her to end up a heap on the floor crying with what could only be described as the gut wrenching wails of a mother who had lost their child.

 

Upon making his way to see Bulma, Vegeta came across Kakkarot, leaving the medical wing of the palace when he had deposited him earlier after their training. Vegeta slowly walked over to the disgruntled Saiyan, he had not been picked to accompany his prince during his service to Freeza.

 

“Kakkarot” Vegeta spoke in an authoritative tone, immediately gaining his attention.

 

Kakkarot stopped in his tracks and turned to Vegeta, foregoing the formal bowing which they had dismissed with several years earlier.

 

“I have a duty for you to do while I am away” Vegeta began. “Since Bulma's birth it has been my duty to protect her from harm, I am honour bound by my mother to do so, however since I will be unable to comply with that promise I bequeath her to your protection in my stead” he finished.

 

“I thought Turles was her protector” Kakkarot replied.

 

“He is you idiot, however you are by far greater in power, even if not in brains, and you are my most trusted friend” Vegeta stated, saying the last word through clenched teeth.

 

“Then by your word, my prince, I will be honoured to undertake your task whilst you are away” Kakkarot bowed.

 

Vegeta smirked before returning the bow, something he probably would never do again and left in search of his sister.

 

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Bulma was hard at work in her lab, even at the tender age of twelve, her knowledge spanned years beyond her youth.

 

She had been working of a device she had been hoping to complete for Vegeta's coming of age celebration, however that had all gone out of the window, once it was known that he was to go to Freeza, and she had been unable to concentrate on anything other than the fact she was losing the one person she found meant everything to her. The realisation in itself had come of a bit of a shock, considering she always thought she hated him with a passion, now she was finding out she loved her arrogant baka of a brother with even more passion, something which she was finding hard to cope with.

 

This had made Bulma determined to bury herself in her work, so as not to think about it, even remotely thinking about it creeped her out.

 

She had her head buried inside a large piece of machinery when she heard someone clearing their throat. She glance up to see Vegeta, staring at her with a blank look upon his handsome features, Bulma blinked, since when did she think him handsome. She quickly shook the though from her head before putting down her tools and making her way over to him.

 

“What are you doing” Vegeta asked, trying to sound interested in her work, praying that she wouldn't start crying again.

 

“It was supposed to be for your celebration, however I couldn't finish it with, you know, everything that has been going on” she finished looking back over her shoulder to the half circular structure which she had been working on.

 

“For me” Vegeta stated raising an eyebrow, “what is it, a cup holder” he laughed, watching the look of rage which was starting to spread across her face.

 

“No you shit” Bulma all but screamed, “it's going to be a gravity trainer, not that you deserve it” she huffed turning to walk away from him, only to be stopped by a furry tail latching onto her arm.

 

“Don't” Vegeta whispered, “I'm leaving soon and I do not want us to part on bad terms” he finished looking down at his feet which had suddenly become very interesting.

 

“Oh Vegeta” Bulma cried, throwing herself at him and embracing him like her life depended on it.

 

Vegeta moved his tail to wrap it around her waist and enclosed her within his arms hugging her close and taking in her innocent yet intoxicating scent.

 

The two were interrupted mid embrace by a very confused looking king, whom was not sure what to make of his children, and not even wanting to think of anything going on beyond general sibling affection.

 

“It is time, my son” the king stated simply.

 

Vegeta pulled away from Bulma, re-wrapping his tail around his own waist, before kissing her lightly on the forehead and making his way to the door following their father. Before he left, Vegeta turned to Bulma telling her that Kakkarot would be keeping an eye on her for him to make sure she stayed out of trouble before exiting the lab completely and making his way to the landing docks and his future.

 

 

 

Authors Notes

 

Ok I'm on a role at the moment, I hope it lasts, some reviews might help my creativeness a bit (sticks out bottom lip)

 

Next chapter will take place a few years since Vegeta has been in Freeza army so both he and Bulma will have a little more adult interaction for all you pervs out there.