Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Links of Destiny ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Alpha Cygnus 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Updated On: 10.01.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 429 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.29.2001 | Updated On: 10.01.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 429 | Status: Completed
Fhazha had to work very hard at controlling her rage. She felt her blood boiling and for a moment she thought it would burst through her veins. The pain that was consuming her was blinding her, yet she refused to surrender to it, at least not yet. Soon she reached her destination. Her spaceship was hidden in a cave covered by dense foliage that grew around it. She had been so glad to have found the gigantic cave, for her ship was too big and any hope of conspicuousness was non-existent and the last thing she had wanted when she arrived on earth was to attract any type of attention. Finding her way around it, she punched the code on the digit board desperately wanting to reach the safety of her sanctuary.
"Welcome back Fhazha"
She ignored the voice and went directly to the training room divesting herself of her clothing as she went along, grabbing a pair of spandex white shorts clumsily putting them on in her desperation to reach the training room. She severely pulled the entire length of her mane and bonded it in a tight ponytail. She had to hurry, for she felt unshed tears threatening to fall and the last thing she wanted was to succumb to such weakness. She needed to get her mind off everything; try to forget in the safety of her training. Good old reliable pain, it would make her forget her tragedy. As she entered the training room she went over to the controller board and punching some digits she readied herself for the severity of what was to come. The dashboard indicated 1000 OG...
Back at Capsule Corporation.
The Z warriors descended upon Capsule's backyard, every single one of them somber thinking about the latest events.
"I advice you to keep certain facts of what just happened from Bulma, I hope you know what I'm talking about. It is not our place to say anything but Vegeta's if he wishes to"
Piccolo was very serious and he was looking specifically at Yaumcha, the latter had the grace to blush, for in fact, he had been itching to let Bulma know all the juicy details.
"I don't think is fair to lie to her" Yaumcha said, but at everyone's raised brows and pointed looks he couldn't help blushing again. He was the last person to cast stones, because everyone was aware of how much he had hurt Bulma with his constant infidelities when they had been together.
"Fine!" he said looking at his feet " I won't say anything. I think I better go" and with that he took off.
"Hey Guys! How did it go! Did you beat the aliens? Were they horrible looking and strong? What happened! And where's Vegeta? I can't believe I missed this!"
"Whoa! Hold on Bulma!" Goku laughed at his dear friend's enthusiasm. Bulma would never stop being a daredevil, always eager to be right alongside them in moments of danger. She came up to them with a beautiful smile of anticipation lighting her beautiful face. There was no doubt that Bulma was a beautiful woman. She was blessed with a unique and gorgeous aquamarine mane that now fell past her shoulders, with clear and delicately drawn features and eyes that rivaled the clearest blue of the ocean. She was a curvaceous petite and firm with fair skin soft as a baby's bottom. Indeed she was beautiful, and she had the bonus of being a scientist, a genius, the heiress of Capsule Corporation and daughter to the most renounced man in Japan, Doctor Briefs.
"I'll tell you all about it, but, do you think I could get something to eat first? I'm starving!"
Bulma merrily laughed at Goku, for it was a known fact that he was always hungry.
"Ooh Goku, you never change! Of course you can have something to eat, everyone come in! You have to tell me all about it!"
And they all went in...
Hours later...
"Something is not right Piccolo"
"What do you mean?"
"Her Ki, it's weak, I can feel it draining"
Piccolo and Goku were standing outside of Goku's house looking at the moonless sky and the glittering starts that adorned it. It had been a while since they had last seen Fhazha. Ever since their encounter, Goku had been tuned into Fhazha's power level. Her ki had been vibrant and strong, but suddenly it had ceased in strength and he felt it slipping away.
"I have to go and check on this Piccolo"
Piccolo nodded at his friend and with that Goku touched his forehead and right in front of Piccolo's eyes disappeared to materialize in the interior of her spaceship impressed by what he saw...
"Who are you intruder!" a voice demanded scaring Goku out of his wits
"What! Who's there!" he searched all around him but still couldn't see anyone "Hello!"
"I said Who Are You and how did you get in here intruder!"
"Where are you? Show yourself!"
"I'm right here, you fool! And I cannot show myself for you are already inside of me"
"I don't get it, what do you mean?"
"Answer me first, who are you?"
'I'm Goku, I'm looking for Fhazha I..."
"What the heck are you doing standing there like a fool! Go help her!"
"But..but"
"GO!!!"
Goku not understanding at all what was happening ran in the opposite direction, whoever that was reminded him very much of Vegeta, he was a complete ass and a bully. He ended up in front of a door that opened automatically as he neared the room, it was similar to the gravity room Dr. Briefs had built for him, but he didn't have time to inspect it closely because in the middle of it laid Fhazha unconscious on the floor. For the looks of it she was in very bad shape. Bruises covered her beautiful bronzed skin everywhere and she was bleeding from her lips. Goku immediately took her in his arms as carefully as he could, ready to take her over to capsule corp.
"Fhazha...what happened?"
Yet she didn't answer, she was unconscious, and he was afraid that it was too late...
"Here you fool, bring her here!"
It was that voice again, and looking all around Goku went through the door he had come in, there he saw a regenerator tank like the one he had used on Planet Namek, and its door opened automatically. Goku actually blushed for he needed to undress her before putting her in the regenerator, but he didn't have any other choice, and with half closed eyes as carefully as he could he undressed her and carefully placed her in the tank.
"This time it will take a full five days for her to completely recover"
Goku looking all over was getting annoyed at "The Voice"
"Who are you anyway? Why don't you show yourself?"
"Since you were not completely useless, I guess the least I can do is introduce myself. Very well, I am Odyssey, I am the ship created by Fhazha's father. I am an artificial intelligence model designed to maneuver this ship and instruct its passengers on how to operate it"
"Wow, a talking ship! I've never seen anything like it before, well, nice to meet you ship...
"Odyssey!"
"...Eh...Odyssey...(gulp!) I am Goku...he he he, and I just met Fhazha today. Hey what happened to her, was she training? But why is she so hurt?"
It seemed to Goku as if the ship actually sighed, but of course it must have been his imagination.
"That's what I would also like to know. She came in today distressed I could tell, but she wouldn't talk to me. She went straight into the training room and wouldn't stop. I had to override the system to stop her myself, otherwise, she would still be in there and I don't think she would have made it. I too would like to know what caused her to behave like that, she is never irrational, on the contrary, she's a very level headed Saiyan"
Goku knew the reason, but he wasn't about to tell the ship.
"Do you mind if I stay? At least until she is well, I sure don't want to leave her here all by hers...
"She IS NOT BY HERSELF! She has me! (Humph!)
"Ooh I didn't mean she was by herself, I meant ah. Well, you know..By herself as in human self, you know, ah... I mean Saiyan self...(gulp!)
"Very well, you may stay, my little saiyan princess might need your help"
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"Bulma what is going on with Vegeta?"
"I wish I knew father, ever since he came back he's been closeted in the gravity room and hasn't come out since"
Yawning, Mr. Brief could only nod his disapproval.
"I better rest since I won't get any later on, that gravity machine won't last long and he'll be demanding that I fix it. That boy sure is something"
And as Mr. Brief left mumbling to himself and the little black cat on his shoulder, Bulma went out to her balcony with a worried scowl on her face.
"What is wrong with you now?" she thought, perplexed at this new outburst. She had thought everything was fine since Vegeta had not fallen into one of his moods for a very long time now, not since they had defeated Buu. As a matter of fact, ever since that episode in their lives Vegeta had actually changed for the better, as if he had reached some sort of understanding within himself and Goku.
No longer did he threaten Goku every 5 minutes, well, he only did it a couple of times a day when they were together now, but that was an improvement considering the one sided rivalry that had consumed Vegeta for so long. He had even taken more interest in Trunks. Something that had made his son's eyes shine with happiness and pride, for he had been craving his father's attention since he was born; Vegeta in fact had started training him, spending more time with him, and Trunks could have died right there and gone to heaven. Vegeta had seemed content in their marriage life and had fallen into a peaceful routine where she worked with her father and he trained or spent his days with Goku sparring and at night he would make passionate love to her, and for those moments she had learned to live. Things had been quite peaceful, and she had been happy more for him than for herself.
She had learned her way about him and had accepted him the way he was since the beginning without expecting anything in return; she had hoped yes, but she didn't expect more than he was willing to give her. When things changed for the better she was very happy for him. She was glad that he wasn't a tormented soul anymore, glad he at least could find some sort of peace, because nobody better than her knew his inner struggles. That was how she had been drawn to him at first after Goku killed Frieza. She had been drawn to his loneliness and hidden vulnerability, and only she had been able to understand him somewhat. In her arms he had at least found some peace.
She had never regretted giving herself to him. She loved him like she had never loved anyone before, not even Yaumcha and lately she had started believing that he reciprocated those feelings, that was until today. He was acting like his old self again, and she couldn't understand the reason or what it could have caused him to reverse to the hard uncaring and bitter Saiyan of the past.
"Ooh Vegeta my stubborn Love, not again please...I can't stand seeing you like this, I don't want you to suffer anymore" she silently thought; a pleading from her heart to her lover, only a silent tear was witness to her sadness.
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Vegeta was driven by the demons of his past and he immersed himself in his training trying to exorcise them. He was bringing himself to the limits of his endurance and he knew it, but he didn't care. Fate - he bitterly thought- had played a good one on him and he felt rage, rage like he had never felt before. He felt rage at the loss of his father, his home planet and everything he had ever known. Everything that made him who he was, but most of all he felt rage because the choice had been snatched from his hands; the possibility of another destiny had been taken away from him. At least he should have chosen his own destiny; By the Legendary Saiyans He had that right! Instead he had been forced into his present one. He growled like a caged animal and took his rage out on the robots of the training simulation...
"God Damn It!
A terrible explosion disturbed the calmness of the night...
"Here we go again" mumbled Mr. Briefs as he got up from his bed putting on a robe. That sound was all too familiar to him. He would start working on it right away.
"I really need to find a stronger metal you know? This just won't do. But then again, it's been a while since the last broken gravity room, I wonder what set that boy off this time"
"Welcome back Fhazha"
She ignored the voice and went directly to the training room divesting herself of her clothing as she went along, grabbing a pair of spandex white shorts clumsily putting them on in her desperation to reach the training room. She severely pulled the entire length of her mane and bonded it in a tight ponytail. She had to hurry, for she felt unshed tears threatening to fall and the last thing she wanted was to succumb to such weakness. She needed to get her mind off everything; try to forget in the safety of her training. Good old reliable pain, it would make her forget her tragedy. As she entered the training room she went over to the controller board and punching some digits she readied herself for the severity of what was to come. The dashboard indicated 1000 OG...
Back at Capsule Corporation.
The Z warriors descended upon Capsule's backyard, every single one of them somber thinking about the latest events.
"I advice you to keep certain facts of what just happened from Bulma, I hope you know what I'm talking about. It is not our place to say anything but Vegeta's if he wishes to"
Piccolo was very serious and he was looking specifically at Yaumcha, the latter had the grace to blush, for in fact, he had been itching to let Bulma know all the juicy details.
"I don't think is fair to lie to her" Yaumcha said, but at everyone's raised brows and pointed looks he couldn't help blushing again. He was the last person to cast stones, because everyone was aware of how much he had hurt Bulma with his constant infidelities when they had been together.
"Fine!" he said looking at his feet " I won't say anything. I think I better go" and with that he took off.
"Hey Guys! How did it go! Did you beat the aliens? Were they horrible looking and strong? What happened! And where's Vegeta? I can't believe I missed this!"
"Whoa! Hold on Bulma!" Goku laughed at his dear friend's enthusiasm. Bulma would never stop being a daredevil, always eager to be right alongside them in moments of danger. She came up to them with a beautiful smile of anticipation lighting her beautiful face. There was no doubt that Bulma was a beautiful woman. She was blessed with a unique and gorgeous aquamarine mane that now fell past her shoulders, with clear and delicately drawn features and eyes that rivaled the clearest blue of the ocean. She was a curvaceous petite and firm with fair skin soft as a baby's bottom. Indeed she was beautiful, and she had the bonus of being a scientist, a genius, the heiress of Capsule Corporation and daughter to the most renounced man in Japan, Doctor Briefs.
"I'll tell you all about it, but, do you think I could get something to eat first? I'm starving!"
Bulma merrily laughed at Goku, for it was a known fact that he was always hungry.
"Ooh Goku, you never change! Of course you can have something to eat, everyone come in! You have to tell me all about it!"
And they all went in...
Hours later...
"Something is not right Piccolo"
"What do you mean?"
"Her Ki, it's weak, I can feel it draining"
Piccolo and Goku were standing outside of Goku's house looking at the moonless sky and the glittering starts that adorned it. It had been a while since they had last seen Fhazha. Ever since their encounter, Goku had been tuned into Fhazha's power level. Her ki had been vibrant and strong, but suddenly it had ceased in strength and he felt it slipping away.
"I have to go and check on this Piccolo"
Piccolo nodded at his friend and with that Goku touched his forehead and right in front of Piccolo's eyes disappeared to materialize in the interior of her spaceship impressed by what he saw...
"Who are you intruder!" a voice demanded scaring Goku out of his wits
"What! Who's there!" he searched all around him but still couldn't see anyone "Hello!"
"I said Who Are You and how did you get in here intruder!"
"Where are you? Show yourself!"
"I'm right here, you fool! And I cannot show myself for you are already inside of me"
"I don't get it, what do you mean?"
"Answer me first, who are you?"
'I'm Goku, I'm looking for Fhazha I..."
"What the heck are you doing standing there like a fool! Go help her!"
"But..but"
"GO!!!"
Goku not understanding at all what was happening ran in the opposite direction, whoever that was reminded him very much of Vegeta, he was a complete ass and a bully. He ended up in front of a door that opened automatically as he neared the room, it was similar to the gravity room Dr. Briefs had built for him, but he didn't have time to inspect it closely because in the middle of it laid Fhazha unconscious on the floor. For the looks of it she was in very bad shape. Bruises covered her beautiful bronzed skin everywhere and she was bleeding from her lips. Goku immediately took her in his arms as carefully as he could, ready to take her over to capsule corp.
"Fhazha...what happened?"
Yet she didn't answer, she was unconscious, and he was afraid that it was too late...
"Here you fool, bring her here!"
It was that voice again, and looking all around Goku went through the door he had come in, there he saw a regenerator tank like the one he had used on Planet Namek, and its door opened automatically. Goku actually blushed for he needed to undress her before putting her in the regenerator, but he didn't have any other choice, and with half closed eyes as carefully as he could he undressed her and carefully placed her in the tank.
"This time it will take a full five days for her to completely recover"
Goku looking all over was getting annoyed at "The Voice"
"Who are you anyway? Why don't you show yourself?"
"Since you were not completely useless, I guess the least I can do is introduce myself. Very well, I am Odyssey, I am the ship created by Fhazha's father. I am an artificial intelligence model designed to maneuver this ship and instruct its passengers on how to operate it"
"Wow, a talking ship! I've never seen anything like it before, well, nice to meet you ship...
"Odyssey!"
"...Eh...Odyssey...(gulp!) I am Goku...he he he, and I just met Fhazha today. Hey what happened to her, was she training? But why is she so hurt?"
It seemed to Goku as if the ship actually sighed, but of course it must have been his imagination.
"That's what I would also like to know. She came in today distressed I could tell, but she wouldn't talk to me. She went straight into the training room and wouldn't stop. I had to override the system to stop her myself, otherwise, she would still be in there and I don't think she would have made it. I too would like to know what caused her to behave like that, she is never irrational, on the contrary, she's a very level headed Saiyan"
Goku knew the reason, but he wasn't about to tell the ship.
"Do you mind if I stay? At least until she is well, I sure don't want to leave her here all by hers...
"She IS NOT BY HERSELF! She has me! (Humph!)
"Ooh I didn't mean she was by herself, I meant ah. Well, you know..By herself as in human self, you know, ah... I mean Saiyan self...(gulp!)
"Very well, you may stay, my little saiyan princess might need your help"
************************************************************ ******************
"Bulma what is going on with Vegeta?"
"I wish I knew father, ever since he came back he's been closeted in the gravity room and hasn't come out since"
Yawning, Mr. Brief could only nod his disapproval.
"I better rest since I won't get any later on, that gravity machine won't last long and he'll be demanding that I fix it. That boy sure is something"
And as Mr. Brief left mumbling to himself and the little black cat on his shoulder, Bulma went out to her balcony with a worried scowl on her face.
"What is wrong with you now?" she thought, perplexed at this new outburst. She had thought everything was fine since Vegeta had not fallen into one of his moods for a very long time now, not since they had defeated Buu. As a matter of fact, ever since that episode in their lives Vegeta had actually changed for the better, as if he had reached some sort of understanding within himself and Goku.
No longer did he threaten Goku every 5 minutes, well, he only did it a couple of times a day when they were together now, but that was an improvement considering the one sided rivalry that had consumed Vegeta for so long. He had even taken more interest in Trunks. Something that had made his son's eyes shine with happiness and pride, for he had been craving his father's attention since he was born; Vegeta in fact had started training him, spending more time with him, and Trunks could have died right there and gone to heaven. Vegeta had seemed content in their marriage life and had fallen into a peaceful routine where she worked with her father and he trained or spent his days with Goku sparring and at night he would make passionate love to her, and for those moments she had learned to live. Things had been quite peaceful, and she had been happy more for him than for herself.
She had learned her way about him and had accepted him the way he was since the beginning without expecting anything in return; she had hoped yes, but she didn't expect more than he was willing to give her. When things changed for the better she was very happy for him. She was glad that he wasn't a tormented soul anymore, glad he at least could find some sort of peace, because nobody better than her knew his inner struggles. That was how she had been drawn to him at first after Goku killed Frieza. She had been drawn to his loneliness and hidden vulnerability, and only she had been able to understand him somewhat. In her arms he had at least found some peace.
She had never regretted giving herself to him. She loved him like she had never loved anyone before, not even Yaumcha and lately she had started believing that he reciprocated those feelings, that was until today. He was acting like his old self again, and she couldn't understand the reason or what it could have caused him to reverse to the hard uncaring and bitter Saiyan of the past.
"Ooh Vegeta my stubborn Love, not again please...I can't stand seeing you like this, I don't want you to suffer anymore" she silently thought; a pleading from her heart to her lover, only a silent tear was witness to her sadness.
************************************************************** *************
Vegeta was driven by the demons of his past and he immersed himself in his training trying to exorcise them. He was bringing himself to the limits of his endurance and he knew it, but he didn't care. Fate - he bitterly thought- had played a good one on him and he felt rage, rage like he had never felt before. He felt rage at the loss of his father, his home planet and everything he had ever known. Everything that made him who he was, but most of all he felt rage because the choice had been snatched from his hands; the possibility of another destiny had been taken away from him. At least he should have chosen his own destiny; By the Legendary Saiyans He had that right! Instead he had been forced into his present one. He growled like a caged animal and took his rage out on the robots of the training simulation...
"God Damn It!
A terrible explosion disturbed the calmness of the night...
"Here we go again" mumbled Mr. Briefs as he got up from his bed putting on a robe. That sound was all too familiar to him. He would start working on it right away.
"I really need to find a stronger metal you know? This just won't do. But then again, it's been a while since the last broken gravity room, I wonder what set that boy off this time"