Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Vegeta's Mistake ( Chapter 5 )

Lost on A Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

A/N: Welcome to the next chapter of LOADA. I want you all to know how much I love your reviews! They keep me going!

CHAPTER FIVE

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Vegeta's Mistake

Cruising at about 1,000 feet, Vegeta was restless. To much of this planet is so boring, his mind wandered, so desolate, so technologically impaired…

Looking down he went over why he was there in the first place: to destroy a couple of frontier planets in this region of the galaxy or at least cause some type of havoc. Freeza, the tyrant, was probably out there in the void of space looking for him, while his father was probably dead, kidnapped, or something a great deal worse. Sighing in disbelief, a single tear fell down his check, the first tear in at least a couple years.

He could remember the reasons he had shed a few tears when he was younger and Vegeta remembered what his father had told him after crashing into the terra-firma of Vegeta-sei: "Real warriors don't cry! Get up and try again!"

And that message had been imprinted upon him, even now. He had to get up and face his destiny, however painful it could become. I need to do something, anything to get off this planet!

Bulma. He had to go back whether to retrieve his communicator or help them with his technology, Vegeta no Ouji had to do something. Hours before sunset he had complicated sneaking into Capsule Corps, retrieving his communicator and scouter amongst other things, yet now that option seemed futile. They probably dismantled that too…

Looking down at a city passing before him, he reduced altitude. The emotions swelling up in his thirteen year old body were overwhelming, and looking upwards for just a second, he recognized the moon on this planet had something to do with it. A full Moon!

He caught sight of Capsule Corps and landed before the gates. It was at least eleven at night and everyone was asleep. Shivering, Vegeta stood, hands in pockets glancing up at the house compound as people passed him by, shoving, pushing. Stupid Chikyu-jins and their rudeness! If only they knew…

Walking up to the gated entrance, Vegeta no Ouji coughed, pushing the button at the gate's console. There was a click and a sleepy voice answered.

"Briefs…" It was Dr. Brief's voice, no mistaking it. Damn it was her father!

"Um… its Vegeta."

Bulma was awoken by the hushed voices in the hallway and the fleeting of footfalls down the stairs. Grabbing her robe, she trudged out to see what the commotion was.

"Dad?" Her father was pushing through the crowd of robots, guards, and technicians. "Dad!" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs, causing everything and everyone to practically freeze.

"What do you want sweetie?" He replied, looking at her, scratching his beard.

"What's going on?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh, Vegeta's back." Glancing at her, he winked. "He's outside as we speak."

"Twisted vermin!" Growled Vegeta was standing just outside the gates as chaos ensued in the Briefs household. Hmpf! I should of just flown right in! Imagine the looks on their faces!

"Vegeta!" Damn, it was that girl again. He stood there, staring away as she bounded towards him. "Vegeta! Where have you been?"

"Away," He replied curtly turning to look at her. Dressed in a silk robe the fourteen year old `s curvy hips swung as she slowed to a halt. Inches from the gate, she gripped the bars, staring him down. "Besides why is it your business?"

"My business?" She exclaimed, gesturing. "We were worried sick about you!" Stamping her feet, her facial expression changed. "The public could've gotten word of you."

`Who cares?" Vegeta sighed, crossing his arms. "They're going to find out sooner or later-"

"How?"

"That's none of your-"

"Business," She laughed haughtily, typing in the code for the fence, which began to open, "Come with me, bud. I want to show you something."

"Hmph!" He retorted, walking into the compound. Looking around, he noticed that everything was as normal as it had been hours earlier. Walking into the main building, he was greeted by a horde of technicians and other scientist, including Dr. Briefs.

"What's this?" He spoke in abrupt chikyu speech. Sneering he backed into Bulma, halting.

"Stay calm, Vegeta," the doctor cooed. "This is for the best of you."

"Dad!" Exclaimed Bulma stepping around Vegeta, in a protective fashion. "What are you doing? Didn't we agree-"

"No, pumpkin. This is for the best and I know its tough but we need to take him."

"NO!" she screamed, causing Vegeta to flinch. This is not what I expected from a girl! Crazy harpy! Wincing at the shrill scream he felt something hit strike in the back of the head. Reaching backwards, he felt a dart embedded into his scalp. "Ow…"

Bulma turned seeing a scientist with the gun and yelled. "No! No!"

Everything began to shift in a slow fashion for the Princeas he felt a burning pain in his side. His head began to drift into the recess of his mind. Nearing unconsciousness, he tried to fight it. What is going on, his mind screamed, Help me somebody!

Then everything went black.

"It was in his ship's computer systems, Hun," Sitting in a meeting with her father, Bulma glared daggers towards him. "Now with him sedated, our planet won't be harmed. Whatever mission he had been ordered on involved several planetary destructions!"

"I want the proof, dad!" Demanded Bulma, crossing her legs. "Where's the proof that such a boy could raise such havoc?"

"Hormones, dear. You and myself went over them at least a week ago. The boy Vegeta is going through something like a animalistic rut, or so to speak. He's a danger to this galaxy for all I care." Passing her the data, Dr. Briefs nodded solemnly. "Prince or not, the boy has got to go."

Standing, Bulma spat. "I won't hear of it! He's a Prince and I will stop you! Cause," she looked down. "Someone's out there probably looking for him. And with his technology, imagine the possibilities. The whole universe is at our fingertips, father. Give me some time with him…"

Walking towards the labs, at least an hour later, Bulma pulled on her lab coat, sticking a pen behind her ears and grabbing her I.D. card from her purse. Upon reaching the secured area, she handed her I.D. to the guard, and entered.

He was strapped to a table, his arms and torso connected to every cable imaginable. His eyes were covered with cloth in order to not reveal what was going on and the room glowed with an odd luminescence.

"Vegeta…" She walked over, and studied his figure. "I'm so sorry."

There was a grunt, and she was shocked to see him move slightly in the straps that held him down. Still unconscious, Vegeta No Ouji was in a dream-like state; his deepest nightmares were coming alive.

Looking at the monitors she sighed with regret. Something about Vegeta had sparked a great interest within her heart. She wouldn't admit to it, but she had some caring about him.

"Oh… Vegeta…." She began, kneeling next to his bed looking at his sharp features. "If only you knew how much I cared about you…"

Turning, she sighed again. "I wish you could show me your world, the worlds of your planet and of the universe…"

Sniffling, she headed towards the door, knowing that Vegeta couldn't reply with such a large dose of tranquilizer, in chikyu-jin terms, he should have been dead.

"I can." Turning suddenly, she caught sight of his mischievous grin underneath all the wire and straps.

"Vegeta!" She turned, rushing to his side. "You're awake!"

"I know… " He murmured, struggling against the straps. "Where the hell am I?

"My father's lab." She replied sadly. "I don't know the codes to his machinery."

"You think machines can stop me?" He smirked, and with a blast of Ki, the straps flung carelessly against the sides of the bed. Pulling out an IV, he sat up, groaning rubbing his temple profusely. "That hurt…"

"Of course it hurt, baka!" She laughed, as silence quickly befell Vegeta and herself. "How do we get out of here?"

"Mmm…" Staring at her, Vegeta clawed at his conscience as he studied her stunning appearance, his eyes revolving slowly from her sculpted legs, curvy hips, and long beautiful Azure hair trailing down her lab coat. Everything was perfect, everything in his mind. It was as if-

"Vegeta! Hello in there!" Exclaimed Bulma, tugging at his dirty gray sweatpants. "That should wake you up, eh?"

Wide eyed, Vegeta slowly nodded looking down at her. His senses were overwhelming him in ways he had never experienced before. Is this the effect of the rut? He pondered, staring. Who cares? I think I like it…

With a hungry look upon Vegeta's face, Bulma stared up at him the silence ringing painfully within. Finally she collapsed into his arms, sulking..

"What's wrong?" He asked, not sure whether to pull away or stay. "Why are you crying?"

"Its nothing…' She whimpered, "It just this is the first time I've ever hugged someone in this way, that someone actually cares for me, and-"

What's going on? His mind clicked, as he tried to read her body language without much success. "Hmmm…"

"Vegeta?" She looked up, her sapphire eyes shinning into his soul. "Even if this is your hormones acting up, I don't care - as long as I go where ever you go."

"Hormones? You knew?" He stared, shocked. "You don't even know my race and yet you know how we act…"

"Well, Dad looked at your blood. That's why he put you in here. Besides the fact he read some data from your ship and communicator. "

"My communicator?!" Vegeta's mind raced. Her old man could be in contact with anyone from my home or even worse… Freeza… Shuddering, he reached around her, pulling her tighter to ease the nervous tension.

"Yes, he found out why you were sent to this system. " Snuggling, she frowned, "At least that's what he told me. "

"Freeza…" He whispered. Everything was becoming clear to him. Shit! He activated my communicator, which in turn sent out a beacon! His mind raced, knowing that the ominous was headed towards his destiny.

"Who?" She asked, looking up at his face. Staring back the Vegeta no Ouji frowned.

"Freeza," He said quietly. "He's the tyrant of the galaxy, and he's controlling my father and kingdom. My father tried to hide me from him, shielding me til a few months ago." There was so much to explain, so much to tell!

"Tell me, Vegeta. Tell me everything…"

15 minutes later Bulma was sitting on the bed, swaying her legs, leaning on Vegeta's shoulder. The Prince was exhausted, telling everything about his world, about the universe, about everything.

"So this Freeza guy is after your kingdom?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes." Sighed Vegeta, his tail wrapped tightly around his middle, nervous. "I need to return as quick as possible, ceremonial or not, I will not let myself fall prey to that monster!"

"Let me go with you."

Breaking open a window in the lab, Vegeta helped Bulma out and then pulled himself outside onto the wet grass. "Where's the ship your father created?" he asked, looking around cautiously.

"Over here!" She grabbed his hand leading him towards Capsule Corps launch pad. There it was, a ship far bigger than his small pod, which had carried him to this fateful planet. It was metallic and what luck: the hatch was open!

"Come on!" She spoke, pulling him into the ship.. Hurrying, they raced up the stairs into the cockpit. "I can start it up, look out for any of the technicians, Vegeta!"

"Okay." Running down to the hatch, he stared out, looking for anyone.

"Hey!" Damn this is getting annoying! Vegeta no Ouji thought as Dr. Briefs came out of a nearby shed. Gasping the Doctor, exclaimed, "Vegeta!"

"Get out of here, old man!" Vegeta sneered climbing down. "We're leaving no matter what. I dare you to try to stop me!"

"We? Leaving?" The doctor questioned when the truth smacked him upside the head. "BULMA!"

Running towards Dr. Briefs, Vegeta hurled a small Ki blast in his direction, knocking him down. Behind him, he heard the ship's engines rumble, preparing to take off. Running back to the ship, Vegeta hopped into the closing hatch as the latch sealed. Soon they were airborne!

"Whew…' He murmured, wiping his brow. Walking up the stairs he smiled to himself. Home… Sighing to himself he entered the cockpit and stared at the empty black space, Its all I can think about… Father, my kingdom…. the girl…

Shaking his head at the thought, he growled softly. Bulma… where is she?

"Vegeta!" She called walking out from one of the rooms on the top deck. Smiling in her oh - so - sassy way, she walked over pulling her arm around him. Sniffing ginerly, Vegeta could smell her serene scent as their bodies connected; drunken with a burning passion.

"You're short for a 13 - year - old," She exclaimed. "Is all of your species like that?"

Pulling away, he sneered. "I am not short! The Saiya-jin race-"

"Oh that's what you're called!"

"Shut up!" Vegeta growled, crossing his arms.

"Fine," She turned, her long hair swooshing behind her. "What are the coordinates to your home world?"

"Ummm…" Stammering, he turned away, pondering. The techs had punched the coordinates in when I was on Vegeta-sei, how do I get home?

"Let me guess…" Flashing her smile, Bulma turned to the controls, hoping into one of the chairs. "You don't know."

"Nope." Turning for the stairs, he frowned. "I'm going to look around, your father had my galaxy map, eh?"

"Yes, that's right. Wait!" Flipping to the side of the chair she pulled out a map, covered with alien symbols. "We have your map, but I can't read it! I don't speak/read Vegetable, you know." Giggling she turned, swiveling in her chair, awaiting Vegeta's reaction.

"Vegetable? HEY!" Growling, he stopped, turning slowly. "I'll help you, but on one condition."

"And that's?"

Walking slowly over to her, he kneeled down, looking straight into her at eyelevel. Searching for the words to say, he smirked.

"Let me teach you how to fight."

A/N: Ohhhh… this sounds crony, I know, but it's going to have a purpose in the next chapter. Please review!

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