Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hope Reborn ❯ Chapter 9
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By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 431 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.15.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 431 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello! You may have noticed that i haven't updated this story in a long time and there is a really good reason for that. I hit a wall with this story and i can't get it to go the way i want it to and i've been working on it for over than a year. So, just as i was on the verge of trashing the damn thing for the 4th or 5th time, I begged Lady Valtaya to take it. And she did! so from now on, she's writing this story and i'm positive it'll be better than anything i could have done with it. Thanks Lady V, i owe you one!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Severina is just lending me (this is Lady Valtaya typing here) the reins on her story!!!! YAY!!!! It's mine! all mine... err... giggle was that out loud?? Just kidding!! It's not mine and neither is Veggie... Darn it anyway.
Severina- hey Lady V, if you ever do end up owning Vegeta...could i...um...BORROW him for a night or two? Maybe more like a few years? You'll never even miss him and i promise i'll give him back (eventually)! O.~
Chapter 9
Written by: Lady Valtaya
Vegeta was so angry that he couldn't even think straight. He growled low in his throat as the overwhelming gravity in the chamber threatened once again to pull him to his knees... The weight of his own body was immense and even his strength was not up to the 300 setting. He had mastered 275 last night; but 300 was quite a step up from that, even he had to admit that he shouldn't have set it any higher than 290, since he hadn't gotten a full night of rest... But his thoughts were a long way from the present situation, and even the pain of fighting the enormous amounts of pressure on his body.
It still seemed impossible. The others were all dead. In this time and in this reality, he was supposed to be the only Saiyan left. He was the last of his race and there was nothing he could do to change that. And yet Bardock, whom Radditz and Napa had spoken of, in hushed, reverent tones, after he made a stand worthy of legend only to be destroyed by Frieza himself, and his mother, whom he had seen raped and murdered by Frieza while he was still been a child, were both in the room upstairs, unharmed and very much alive. Vegeta snorted bitterly, as long as they were to suddenly show up alive, they might as well have come just to find Kakarrot. If it wasn't so insanely cruel, it would definitely be one of Fate's more amusing jokes at his expense. It wasn't even terribly surprising; after all, the third class idiot had always succeeded where Vegeta had failed.
He had spent his youth under Frieza's shadow and now he was trapped in Kakarrot's. The prince of all Saiyans reduced to living on this miserable mudball called earth. He had returned to the wilds of space for a while, where he had grown up, but since Frieza's passing there was no longer anyone strong enough to push him and what Vegeta needed, was to fight and train, but the most powerful beings left out there were mere clowns compared to Kakarrot and the power that he had attained to defeat Frieza. So to earth he had returned. Once again the Briefs family had offered to take him in. Their hospitality still puzzled him, but he rarely ever allowed himself to think about them. All that mattered was revenge. The presence of the two other Saiyans was like ice that burned in his heart, proof that he had failed them, because they were here to find the warrior who had not failed them.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Kakarrot, the moron who didn't even have the guile or the intelligence that Kami had bestowed upon a toddler, was the legendary Super Saiyan. And he was gifted with combat sense and raw power the likes of which Vegeta had never seen before. Kakarrot seemed to have no primal urge what so ever, after all, subtleties like scent and posturing were completely lost on the fool and yet he was so fast and powerful that he was able to correct mistakes that he made before an enemy could capitalize on them. It was infuriating, but he had to admit it, Kakarrot was presently too strong for him to fight with. He needed to continue his training... and that was why he was here.
Forcing the presence of the two new Saiyans out of his mind, he forced himself to think only of his goal. Everything else was a waste of energy and at the moment, he couldn't spare it.
"Computer, start the training bots, defense program." Vegeta growled, knowing that he wasn't going to get any closer to his goal unless he actually did some real training.
"Affirmative, Prince Vegeta. Initializing battle training in defense mode." As the battle droids took off, Vegeta was trying to force his Ki to hold him up as well. He growled, and fought harder against the gravity and forcing himself to focus. Creating a small ball of Ki was ordinarily a ridiculously simple matter. Under such brutal conditions it took every ounce of his concentration and even more energy. The ball of Ki, once it was created, bounced actively back and forth, between the droids as they hovered in formation across the room. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as the droids moved to surround him...
Bulma was halfway across the lawn when Yamcha caught up with her, looking stern.
"Bulma, what are you doing?"
"Showing that jerk that I'm not as ugly as he thinks I am." She snapped without stopping. "And just what are you doing? I thought you had an aerobics class to watch or something."
"Bulma, that's not funny." Yamcha sighed; he caught her arm gently and turned her to look at him. "And you shouldn't go over there. Vegeta is dangerous. He's-"
"A spoiled little brat that happens to have the biggest ego in the known universe?" Bulma finished for him. "Let go of me Yamcha. I'm not your girl and I don't want your hands on this dress. Silk wrinkles, you know."
"Do you have any idea how strong that guy is? Vegeta could kill you with a swat of his hand, and let's not even mention-"
"He hasn't ever tried to hurt me. I think you and the others misjudge him. Goku-"
"Misjudge Vegeta? How do you misjudge someone that destroys whole planets for fun Bulma? Oh and let's not forget the profit end of the deal-"
"Goku trusts him." Bulma snapped, still trying to free her arm from her ex boyfriend's hand.
"Goku also defeated Frieza. He's stronger than Vegeta. But he might also be making a mistake. Vegeta is a very dangerous man, he could turn on any of us and-"
"How can you be so paranoid Yamcha, are you listening to yourself?"
"You have a house full of Saiyans Bulma!! If you can't get your arm out of my hand and I'm not even holding you that tightly, how in the hell do you think you are going to stop Vegeta if he ever really gets mad at you?"
"No I don't have a houseful of them. Vegeta is out here training and Goku took the other two to Kami's lookout. Besides, even if they were here, I don't remember asking you to protect me, Yamcha! I want you to leave me alone." Bulma told him coldly.
"You really do like him, don't you?" Yamcha asked, slowly letting go of her arm. Something in his voice made her turn and look at him. She could see it in his eyes that he finally realized that she was really hurt and tired of having their dates cancelled and her hints at wanting commitment either ignored or turned into an argument... but it was more than that. For once she could see real hurt in his eyes as if he just realized how many times he had hurt her... all the times she had been left alone. Did he think that she was turning to Vegeta to replace him? "Bulma, please tell me you aren't in love with him."
Bulma blinked. She felt a dozen emotions sweep through her all at once. True they had fought the night before, but even though she had thrown him out, she knew that it wasn't the end of her relationship with him. She was still angry but she knew that tomorrow afternoon there would be flowers waiting for her on her desk at work and he would call around lunch time and they would go out for lunch. The fighting and making up was a constant part of the roller coaster ride that their love had been on since the day that it had started, and she could see it in his eyes that he knew it was over. Bulma suddenly felt lost... and he was leaving.
"Yamcha wait! What are you talking about? There isn't anything going on between me and Vegeta. I can't stand him! He's an arrogant jerk that I only see when he wants something, and every time he manages to insult me!"
"That's why you are going out to the gravity room before six A.M. dressed up like that? You don't think you want to impress him, huh? If he ever hurts you, Bulma, I swear I'll kill him or I'll die trying. But I've seen the two of you together fighting and no matter how I try to tell myself that it's crazy and I'm just imagining it, but I can tell that you both love it. He's an arrogant bastard, but I'll admit he's smart and you like that about him. I've seen- I don't know... I'd rather you stay away from him, but I know you'll do what you want, you always have. Just promise me that whatever happens, you'll be careful. I really don't want to see you get hurt, and even if he won't tell you, I will. You look really beautiful, Bulma."
"I-I don't know what to say. Yamcha are you- dumping me?"
He laughed, but it wasn't very convincing. "You dumped me last night, remember? Look. Let's just say that for now I think maybe we should... keep things this way, for a while after all, if we were meant to be together then it'll happen, we'll get back together again, right? Look at all the other times we've been through this."
Another note - Severina here again, if you want to be on my mailing list for this story or any others, drop me a line at Demona8@aol.com.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Severina is just lending me (this is Lady Valtaya typing here) the reins on her story!!!! YAY!!!! It's mine! all mine... err... giggle was that out loud?? Just kidding!! It's not mine and neither is Veggie... Darn it anyway.
Severina- hey Lady V, if you ever do end up owning Vegeta...could i...um...BORROW him for a night or two? Maybe more like a few years? You'll never even miss him and i promise i'll give him back (eventually)! O.~
Chapter 9
Written by: Lady Valtaya
Vegeta was so angry that he couldn't even think straight. He growled low in his throat as the overwhelming gravity in the chamber threatened once again to pull him to his knees... The weight of his own body was immense and even his strength was not up to the 300 setting. He had mastered 275 last night; but 300 was quite a step up from that, even he had to admit that he shouldn't have set it any higher than 290, since he hadn't gotten a full night of rest... But his thoughts were a long way from the present situation, and even the pain of fighting the enormous amounts of pressure on his body.
It still seemed impossible. The others were all dead. In this time and in this reality, he was supposed to be the only Saiyan left. He was the last of his race and there was nothing he could do to change that. And yet Bardock, whom Radditz and Napa had spoken of, in hushed, reverent tones, after he made a stand worthy of legend only to be destroyed by Frieza himself, and his mother, whom he had seen raped and murdered by Frieza while he was still been a child, were both in the room upstairs, unharmed and very much alive. Vegeta snorted bitterly, as long as they were to suddenly show up alive, they might as well have come just to find Kakarrot. If it wasn't so insanely cruel, it would definitely be one of Fate's more amusing jokes at his expense. It wasn't even terribly surprising; after all, the third class idiot had always succeeded where Vegeta had failed.
He had spent his youth under Frieza's shadow and now he was trapped in Kakarrot's. The prince of all Saiyans reduced to living on this miserable mudball called earth. He had returned to the wilds of space for a while, where he had grown up, but since Frieza's passing there was no longer anyone strong enough to push him and what Vegeta needed, was to fight and train, but the most powerful beings left out there were mere clowns compared to Kakarrot and the power that he had attained to defeat Frieza. So to earth he had returned. Once again the Briefs family had offered to take him in. Their hospitality still puzzled him, but he rarely ever allowed himself to think about them. All that mattered was revenge. The presence of the two other Saiyans was like ice that burned in his heart, proof that he had failed them, because they were here to find the warrior who had not failed them.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Kakarrot, the moron who didn't even have the guile or the intelligence that Kami had bestowed upon a toddler, was the legendary Super Saiyan. And he was gifted with combat sense and raw power the likes of which Vegeta had never seen before. Kakarrot seemed to have no primal urge what so ever, after all, subtleties like scent and posturing were completely lost on the fool and yet he was so fast and powerful that he was able to correct mistakes that he made before an enemy could capitalize on them. It was infuriating, but he had to admit it, Kakarrot was presently too strong for him to fight with. He needed to continue his training... and that was why he was here.
Forcing the presence of the two new Saiyans out of his mind, he forced himself to think only of his goal. Everything else was a waste of energy and at the moment, he couldn't spare it.
"Computer, start the training bots, defense program." Vegeta growled, knowing that he wasn't going to get any closer to his goal unless he actually did some real training.
"Affirmative, Prince Vegeta. Initializing battle training in defense mode." As the battle droids took off, Vegeta was trying to force his Ki to hold him up as well. He growled, and fought harder against the gravity and forcing himself to focus. Creating a small ball of Ki was ordinarily a ridiculously simple matter. Under such brutal conditions it took every ounce of his concentration and even more energy. The ball of Ki, once it was created, bounced actively back and forth, between the droids as they hovered in formation across the room. Vegeta's eyes narrowed as the droids moved to surround him...
Bulma was halfway across the lawn when Yamcha caught up with her, looking stern.
"Bulma, what are you doing?"
"Showing that jerk that I'm not as ugly as he thinks I am." She snapped without stopping. "And just what are you doing? I thought you had an aerobics class to watch or something."
"Bulma, that's not funny." Yamcha sighed; he caught her arm gently and turned her to look at him. "And you shouldn't go over there. Vegeta is dangerous. He's-"
"A spoiled little brat that happens to have the biggest ego in the known universe?" Bulma finished for him. "Let go of me Yamcha. I'm not your girl and I don't want your hands on this dress. Silk wrinkles, you know."
"Do you have any idea how strong that guy is? Vegeta could kill you with a swat of his hand, and let's not even mention-"
"He hasn't ever tried to hurt me. I think you and the others misjudge him. Goku-"
"Misjudge Vegeta? How do you misjudge someone that destroys whole planets for fun Bulma? Oh and let's not forget the profit end of the deal-"
"Goku trusts him." Bulma snapped, still trying to free her arm from her ex boyfriend's hand.
"Goku also defeated Frieza. He's stronger than Vegeta. But he might also be making a mistake. Vegeta is a very dangerous man, he could turn on any of us and-"
"How can you be so paranoid Yamcha, are you listening to yourself?"
"You have a house full of Saiyans Bulma!! If you can't get your arm out of my hand and I'm not even holding you that tightly, how in the hell do you think you are going to stop Vegeta if he ever really gets mad at you?"
"No I don't have a houseful of them. Vegeta is out here training and Goku took the other two to Kami's lookout. Besides, even if they were here, I don't remember asking you to protect me, Yamcha! I want you to leave me alone." Bulma told him coldly.
"You really do like him, don't you?" Yamcha asked, slowly letting go of her arm. Something in his voice made her turn and look at him. She could see it in his eyes that he finally realized that she was really hurt and tired of having their dates cancelled and her hints at wanting commitment either ignored or turned into an argument... but it was more than that. For once she could see real hurt in his eyes as if he just realized how many times he had hurt her... all the times she had been left alone. Did he think that she was turning to Vegeta to replace him? "Bulma, please tell me you aren't in love with him."
Bulma blinked. She felt a dozen emotions sweep through her all at once. True they had fought the night before, but even though she had thrown him out, she knew that it wasn't the end of her relationship with him. She was still angry but she knew that tomorrow afternoon there would be flowers waiting for her on her desk at work and he would call around lunch time and they would go out for lunch. The fighting and making up was a constant part of the roller coaster ride that their love had been on since the day that it had started, and she could see it in his eyes that he knew it was over. Bulma suddenly felt lost... and he was leaving.
"Yamcha wait! What are you talking about? There isn't anything going on between me and Vegeta. I can't stand him! He's an arrogant jerk that I only see when he wants something, and every time he manages to insult me!"
"That's why you are going out to the gravity room before six A.M. dressed up like that? You don't think you want to impress him, huh? If he ever hurts you, Bulma, I swear I'll kill him or I'll die trying. But I've seen the two of you together fighting and no matter how I try to tell myself that it's crazy and I'm just imagining it, but I can tell that you both love it. He's an arrogant bastard, but I'll admit he's smart and you like that about him. I've seen- I don't know... I'd rather you stay away from him, but I know you'll do what you want, you always have. Just promise me that whatever happens, you'll be careful. I really don't want to see you get hurt, and even if he won't tell you, I will. You look really beautiful, Bulma."
"I-I don't know what to say. Yamcha are you- dumping me?"
He laughed, but it wasn't very convincing. "You dumped me last night, remember? Look. Let's just say that for now I think maybe we should... keep things this way, for a while after all, if we were meant to be together then it'll happen, we'll get back together again, right? Look at all the other times we've been through this."
Another note - Severina here again, if you want to be on my mailing list for this story or any others, drop me a line at Demona8@aol.com.