Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Too Good to be True ( Chapter 10 )

Lost on a Dream Afar

By Crazy Chi Chi

A/N: Welcome to the 10th installment of LOADA. I hope you enjoy this action packed chapter!

Chapter Ten

Too good to be true

As the hatch opened, the first sights of Vegeta - Sei flooded in since Vegeta had left. The razor sharp clouds in the fiery sky, the multiple suns cascading their light across the terra, it was pure bliss.

Stepping down the ramp, Vegeta looked on for the welcoming party. What he saw alarmed him. Bodies. Piles of Saiya-jin Bodies were heaped in pile across the landing field. Wide eyed, Vegeta could smell the decay of flesh and bone; the smell of death.

Running down the ramp all the Elites gasped in shock. The sight was a hell within - and the smell was hideous. "What the hell?" Kakorotto yelled, loudest of all as he and the chikyu-jin came down the ramp. Letting go of Bulma, he fell to his knees, tears of rage filling his eyes. "My home…."

Looking around frightened, "Bulma almost tripped as she saw the look on Vegeta's face. Fear and shock were melted upon it, his eyes bloodshot from the sight of his home world utterly ripped apart. Piles of bodies stretched as far as the eye could see, and the smell was disgusting. Yet what was imprinted on her mind was the look on the No Ouji's face.

Trying her best to run over to him, nearly tripping, she spoke, "Vegeta! Who did this?"

"Who did this?" Growled Vegeta turning away, his cape fluttering in the breeze, "It was him…" He spat, looking around at all the carcasses. My kingdom is in utter chaos - revenge will be taken upon! Turning to the Elites and other warriors, he yelled, "We'll camp here tonight. Guards will be stationed in the appropriate perimeters. I'll be in my residence for any news."

With that he left, walking solemnly into the ship.

It was around 6:40 P.M. when Bulma decided to visit the prince. Not out of empathy, but as a friend. Slowly, she rapped upon the door.

"Who is it?" Came the voice, obviously Vegeta.

"Its me, Vegeta." Chimed Bulma as the door opened. "I came to talk."

"All right." With that, the door opened, and she entered aghast at the darkness. His comforter lay on the floor - obviously he'd been sleeping there - and his curtains were closed, hiding the horrible outer world view. Walking in, she noticed him, sitting in a corner, his head resting on his hands, slumped, and a ragged look about him - almost wild.

I wonder how the rut is getting to him. She mused walking over to another chair, pulling it closer. "I cannot imagine how you're feeling, Vegeta. I never heard of someone acting so atrocious to kill others on a planet. Its like genocide, you know?"

Nodding once, Vegeta stared at her, musing about the way her dress looked, how she looked so perfect - so happy. It wasn't that the happiness sickened him, it was the ample fact that amidst the chaos, there was something far happier awaiting him. Something at the end of the day to come home to, wherever home was. He sighed, staring.

"And to think there was races out there that love the suffering of others - I hate it Vegeta!" Sinking down into tears, Bulma covered her face, choking sobs into them.

"Don't cry," Vegeta stood, looking at her. "Seeing you upset doesn't help things."

Watching as he walked over, kneeling down next to her with that caring look he seldom ever gave made her heart melt. There is a kinder soul within him, She thought, looking into his eyes, Rut or not, I think…I think I actually like him…

Leaning close, he took her hand, fingering it, feeling the delicacy of it, the small bones, the soft skin, and smoothness. Closing his eyes, he clasped it to his own cheek, and began to speak softly: "I think I like you Onna." Nuzzling her hand, he awaited her reaction, growling softly to himself.

`What's with that `Onna' again?" She exclaimed, looking at him. "It sounds really foreign." Aww… he's really showing me his good side! Nodding at him, she smiled. Can't lose it now!

Does she like me? Vegeta pondered, I must be looking if truth be told completely pathetic right now! Standing, taking her hand, he gave a look of contentment as he pulled her from the seat. "Onna is a word we use," he smirked evilly, "To show ownership over a female."

`Ownership!" cried Bulma, pulling away. "I'm not your pet!"

"No, no, not like that!" He growled profusely, grabbing her hand again. "It's more like a announcement or something to others. With a yank, he jerked her just inches from his face.

"Oh…" whispered Bulma, breathing in ragged gasps, "Wait-" She gave an awkward smile, the one which usually meant she was nervous. "Is this about the coronation requirements?"

Staring down at her, his brows furrowed. "Onna, if I wanted to get a mate that fast I would have already done so. This is something much more expressive." Pulling her close, he could smell the sweet fragrance of Lavender once again, intoxicating his senses.

Tracing his hands up her cheek, caressing it, he listened to her exaggerated breathing, the quickness of breath and the sense she was somewhat frightened. "Shh… Its okay, Onna."

Smiling anxiously, she wrapped an arm around him, embracing. "Whoa!" She exclaimed, as he lifted her up in his arms, her gown's train following behind. "What exactly are you thinking?"

"The usual." He smirked, flopping her on the bed. Climbing upon her, Vegeta no Ouji ogled at her curves as they glided gently throughout her entire frame. Running a hand through her long azure hair, he winked at her before kissing her firmly on the lips.

And she returned it….

She awoke with a start, looking around cautiously. The sky was a pinkish - yellow hue as the first of the two suns drifted upwards from the mountains in the distance. Rubbing her head, she was startled to be in her residence, the covers clung loosely about he nude frame. Was last night a dream? Bulma pondered, blinking. If it was, why am I nude?

Shrugging sadly she climbed out, walking slowly towards the bathroom. Everything looked the same as she had left it. Her dress was crumpled in the corner. Maybe I slept walked?

Brushing her teeth, she grinned. I doubt Vegeta would act that caring, you know? Spitting, she turned and saw a dress on a hook on the door. Awww…. Manu is so kind!

Dressed, she walked out into the corridor, glancing about. Guards passed her staring at her in some unique way, as she found her way to Kakorotto's quarters, knocking swiftly. I need to tell someone, anyone about my dream, if it even was…

He answered, as usual, beckoning her in. His hair was frayed out in all directions, his armor dirty and a smudge on his cheek. "Where have you been?" she asked, walking in, almost tripping on the dress again.

"I was out with Vegeta-sama this morning." He replied, coughing, "You want to know what we saw?"

"Sure."

"Well," He cleared his throat, downing a glass of water. "Freeza-sama's ship is in the capital, near the palace. I went to my house and Chi Chi…" Sighing, he slunk his shoulders. "She's not there."

"Aww… Kakorotto!" She exclaimed, hugging her friend. "Everything is going to be alright, you know? I promise you."

"Thanks. Oh," Looking at Bulma, his eyes narrowed, "Vegeta - Sama has been looking for you."

"Well why didn't he check my room?" She stated, annoyed. "I'm almost always there."

"Bulma," The older Saiya-jin looked at her closely. "You be careful with him. I don't know if you know, but he's going through that one stage all male Saiya-jins go through every 13 years. Its very symbolic."

"He told me about it." Bulma replied, sighing. "I had the strangest dream last night…"

Sitting outside, Vegeta mused to himself, playing with a branch. Am I crazy? Grumbling to himself, spitting, he looked up. I can sense him - damn!

Standing, he glanced towards the spacecraft. Its time to move out…

"Are you serious?" Exclaimed Kakorotto, standing up, "That's like deja vu!" Stamping his foot, he looked for her reaction. "Cause-" Pausing, he thought slowly, even concentrating, I can smell him on her, should I tell her? I don't want her to freak out Pulling a protective arm around Bulma, he smiled, lying, "I had a dream like that about my mate." Sighing, he looked about. "I'm glad she's not dead yet."

"Dead? How do you know?" She asked, looking up into his bright back eyes.

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke: "It's a bond between mates. I don't know your customs however here we mate for life. Building a mental bond between us."

"Oh…" Looking down, she smiled. What the hell is going on here?

Standing up, Vegeta knew it was now or never. Time to face whatever destiny comes for me and my people…damn I feel old… Using his scouter, he called out the elites from the ship. The first to arrive was Kakorotto, who landing right beside him.

"Kakorotto." He spoke, looking out on the horizon.

"Vegeta - sama, " Nodding once, Kakorotto was looking for answers. "The girl-"

"Is no concern for you," Snapped the Prince. Turning, his crimson cape trailing behind him. "She is not of anyone's concerns!"

Sighing, the elder Saiya-jin nodded solemnly. Is he doing this for the throne, or what?

As the other Elites arrived, joining rank with Kakorotto and Vegeta no Ouji, they stood at attention awaiting the call of battle. Vegeta stood, barely at Kakorotto's shoulder height and yelled, "Today we are to go to the Royal Palace. I expect all to control any impulses except those to kill freeza's forces!"

"HAI!" The Saiya-jins cheered as Bulma walked out onto the soft terra just outside the ship. Hearing the warriors get pumped up for battle didn't amuse her in the least. What am I doing here? She pondered, twirling a lock of her hair with her finger, Right now I should be looking at the technology, making notes, and whatnot. Not standing here in a dress like some princess… Sighing, she turned as an idea pumped into her head. My sweats! I can go out and explore for once! With that, she turned and began walking as fast as she could, plans whipping through her head.

Launching into the air, Vegeta felt the ki of his comrades as each and every one of them launched into the air. Glancing towards the direction of the Palace, all he could see was utter destruction. Not a soul to be seen of felt for that matter as they cruised through the capital of Vegeta - Sei

Smoke and Rubble; everything was gutted, and left. Turning to look behind him, he saw the look on Kakorotto's face. The elder Saiya-jin had seen many things, and yet the look on his face showed a pain in which he had never felt. Hmpf! Vegeta growled softly to himself. Sometimes I hate my destiny…

Looking around cautiously, Bulma grabbed one of the scooters from the Docking Bay, hurrying out onto the rough terra. With a kick-start, her vehicle leapt airborne, high into the sky. Looping about, she zoomed for the ground; almost hugging it as she made her way in the direction the warriors had gone, hoping to see something interesting along the way. Everything looked hopeless as she cruised down a street full of rubble. Looking into the distance, and kicking into another gear, she saw the Palace looming up ahead. Whoa! That's a sight to behold! Studying its features, Bulma could bearly conceive something of such height.

Almost golden, the Palace reached towards the heavens, obviously not destroyed. Upon entering its gates, she passed by hundreds of flowers, of all shape and variety, and yet the Palace was at least 10 miles ahead. Looking around, she couldn't see why such a place existed on a warrior's world where only the strong survived. To her amazement, she saw her ultimate appeal: Roses. Roses of all varieties and shape - absolutely gorgeous!

What do roses have to do with Vegeta-Sei? She aske dherself, hoping for an answer. I got to ask Vegeta one day.

Upon reaching the end of the gardens, Bulma slowed the vehicle down to a halt as she caught sight of aliens - obviously not Saiya-jin. Turning off the engine, she parked next to a hedge, her adventurous side leading the way.

Peeking behind a bush, Bulma was amazed to discover that the grounds were indeed heavily guarded - or at least this part. Where did Vegeta go? All of a sudden she heard an explosion in the distance and to her desires, the guards all turned and ran for the source of the explosions.

Time to move in! With great agility, Bulma mounted the hedge, sprinting towards a door to the innards of the palace. Hoping no one would see her; she made it just in time…

Like all plays tragedies ensue…