Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ The start and end of a warrior ( Chapter 4 )

Lost on a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi

A/N: Welcome to the next installment of `Lost on a Dream Afar'. In this chapter we will expect something fascinating. *Vegeta snaps awake* What!? What!? What are you doing to me Onna?

Chapter Four

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The Start and End of a Warrior

After a restless night, Vegeta was eager to work on his training. Nightmares of Freeza and his henchmen: of his beloved home being destroyed and of something terrible happening to his father, had caused him to focus upon a new activity. He had been eying the communicator for days now, desperate to hear from his father and kingdom.

Dressed in sweats, he was ambling across the room towards the door when he heard the communicator beep. Racing over to it, he pressed the receive button to hear from whoever was trying to reach him.

A voice barely recognized as one of his father's loyal aides erupted upon the communicator`s small speakers. As he listened his heart began to race:

`My prince, this is Spartz from Vegeta - Sei. Do you copy? If not, then the worst has been feared true. Ever since you left, Lord Freeza has taken a liking to some of our mines, which carry very valuable materials sold at extreme prices in the galaxy. Vegeta - sama, please help us! Your father has disappeared mysteriously recently, and after hearing rumors of your disappearance and we cannot control the kingdom without the monarchy. If you are hearing this…'

The voice droned on and on, as if it were a robot, and yet as the pleas became more desperate, the Prince began to contemplate whether to answer. Slumping to the bed, he complicated the turmoil at home and what was to become of his father's fate.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door, snapping the prince out of thought. Turning towards the Communicator he snapped it off, rushing towards the door and peeking out.

"Yes?" He asked, looking out to reveal that Chikyu-jin girl again. Somehow, he feared, had she heard the message? It was only five in the morning and still he had the patience to answer doors when he was supposed to be training.

"Vegeta, what's going on? I heard something." Rubbing her eyes, Bulma could tell something wasn't right - he had that particular look upon his face.

"Nothing." Vegeta no Ouji replied, opening the door wider. Gesturing he pointed toward his room. "See anything?"

Sighing, Bulma frowned. Something is amiss, she thought, turning to head back to his room, why won't he admit it?

Growling, he brushed besides her, catching a whiff of her perfume. It startled him for but a moment, causing him to flinch. I'm nearing my rut, he mused, growling to himself. I need that ship soon before I cause any trouble.

Staring after him, Bulma gaped. What's his problem? Turning she headed off to her room for more rest.

Punching, kicking, he snarled to himself as he leapt upwards in the air aiming a pretend Ki blast towards a car rambling by. Somewhat annoyed, he began to ponder what could possibly be happening on his home world. His father, his nation, everything was in chaos and he couldn't even reach out to stop the crumbling. Freeza was definitely behind it, and he thought about how he could ever kill the tyrant. Maybe I should send a message, he considered, dropping to the ground, then I could get off this planet and return home!

Staring out the window Bulma and family were in a deep discussion about the fate of the Saiya-jin Prince in their household. Arguments were about to erupt about reporting to the world the first alien contact from the universe or to keep quiet.

"Dad, you just can't give him up to the scientific world! They'll pick him apart!" Exclaimed Bulma, slamming down her glass. "I will not have it!"

"Dear, calm down…" Cooed Mrs. Briefs, pouring yet another cup of coffee. "This isn't the sort of thing to get upset over."

"No," spoke Mr. Briefs, chewing on a piece of bacon. "She has a good point, however-"

"Don't you dare start with that, dad!" She snapped. "I won't hear of it, unless you have a good point yourself!"

"Fine, Fine," Her father said this in a very calm voice. "However, he's very unpredictable, not to mention we have no hard data about him. The only thing we do know is that there's been some hormone fluctuation within him, which is definitely volatile. We'll just have to wait and see."

"All right, Dad." Grumbled Bulma, turning to her coffee. "But just be careful…"

Hours later, he was still out there, continuing his robust training exercising when Bulma appeared a bag lunch in hand. "Yo Vegeta!" She called, walking towards him. "Nice training, want some lunch?"

Stopping in midair, he landed roughly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sure." The no Ouji replied, walking towards her.

"Here." Bulma stated thrusting the lunch at him. Grabbing it, Vegeta sniffed at its contents, ravishing in its scent. Staring at him strangely, Bulma stared wide-eyed. "What are you, a dog or something?"

"What do you mean?" Snapped Vegeta looking up sharply. "I'm just checking it out." All of a sudden he realized something strange. I spoke chikyu!

Bulma just smiled. "Speaking now?"

"Shut up."

"No, make me!" she teased, sticking her tongue out.

With a brutal slap, Bulma was hurled across the yard, crashing into a wall. Wide eyed himself, Vegeta scrambled over, hoping that the girl hadn't died or something.

"Whoa…" Bulma muttered, probably seeing stars. Finally coming to, she slowly stood and grabbed him by the collar. "How dare you hit a girl that just isn't right!"

Shoving her away, he snarled. "I can hit whomever I please," Turning way, crossing his arms, he continued, "I'm a Prince, I have the right to hit anyone, including a lowly girl such as yourself!"

"You monster!" She yelled and with a kick she hit him square below the belt. Expecting a reaction, she stepped away as Vegeta's facial expression twisted upwards in a leer. "What are you made of? Steal?"

"Shut up!" He snapped, turning away. "I don't want to hear from you anymore. Your voice reminds me of a harpy's!"

"Why you!" Bulma turned, huffing and walked away, slamming the door behind her. Wincing again, Vegeta closed his eyes hoping what emotions he had felt during that moment would just go away. It was a feeling he had never expressed before: a great yearning within him.

Lifting his forehead towards the sky, he felt the ki build up inside of him as he lifted from the grass. Shooting upwards he began to fly at an accelerating pace, not knowing where to go, not caring.

Anywhere but here… his heart cried, anywhere but here!

Staring out the window, he had watched the boy take off into the distant horizon. The fear of the boy had grown over the last week, and now it was time to take action. Crushing a paper within his hand he recollected what the readout had said. About the Boy's hormonal changes was like that of puberty but something a great deal worse. Mr. Briefs turned and sighed, hoping that he wouldn't have to be the one to reveal the youngster, and that he himself would fall prey to the public.

Walking up to her father, Bulma wiped away the tears from her eyes, which were still red. Without a sound she hugged him tight. "Dad, I can't stand Vegeta! He's a royal pain in the ass!"

"I know honey…" He replied. "Come with me, I have something to show you in the lab…"

"Okay."

Out in the desolate regions of Chikyu-sei, Vegeta stopped, landing in the deserted area with a sigh. His emotional pains had not healed, in fact they had gotten worse. Like an intense burning desire, he wanted to scream from the inside out because of the thoughts, which were plaguing his mind and soul.

STOP! His soul screamed, as Vegeta dug his hands into his long hair. Shaking his head, he yelled, throwing himself into the dirt. Breathing heavily he stared up at the blue sky with a hint of disgust. Why now…Why ME?

A branch broke behind him and shifting his gaze, he saw a truck ambling across a dirt path. Dammed civilization! He cursed, frowning, what can a Prince do for a little peace and quiet?

Sitting up, the Prince stretched out his hand in the unmistakable pattern for a Ki blast, as it warmed up upon his fingertips. Its crimson aura began to grow brighter and bigger till it was the size of a Beach ball. Standing, his sweats slightly torn in the arm from his fall, he let go, sending the Ki Blast towards the chikyu-jin's truck, which exploded in a large fireball.

I better get out of here; Vegeta began to complicate lifting up from the dirty terra. That was completely obtuse!

"Uh huh." Bulma's eye was plastered to the lens of a microscope as her father watched a fair distance away. "Very… Interesting…"

"See, Hun?" The Dr. Briefs mused, "We need to do something - and fast."

"Dad," Bulma lifted her gaze, turning to her father. "If this gets out, we could be in serious trouble! We need to create something; a tranquilizer or something to suppress what is going on with Vegeta. He could go crazy!"

"That's the concern, pumpkin." Turning to his 2 dimensional cat, Kitty. "I don't think this can be solved with a single dose of any medications on this planet. It's going to take at least a couple horse tranquilizers to knock this boy out."

"Oh dear…" Bulma sat there pondering. "I know! How about we build something to suppress the hormones. Cause from looking at this its looks like puberty to me.

"Good thinking." He replied, "Lets get on it before he gets back, cause I have a feeling it's going to be awhile."

Standing on the edge of a canyon, Vegeta no Ouji stared into its vastness, complicating whether to return to Capsule Corps or whether to find some other method of living till he could escape the planet. It was a tough decision, knowing for a fact that Bulma was waiting there at Capsule Corps and the fact he didn't have any means of getting off.

Wait! His mind screamed as he remembered the communicator. I can contact Vegeta-sei! I can go home! Smiling to himself, he began to set up his plan of action. Its better to go at night, musing, he lifted back into the air, rising above the clouds. Now, what to do till then…

A/N: Another chapter completed! Just a warning, some of the future chapters will contain lemons, but until then, I just want to warn the little ones. Thank you for the replies so much! I hope you all enjoy!

NEXT: Vegeta's Prideand Wrath