Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Confiding in a friend ( Chapter 29 )

Chapter 29…………

"That's as much as I can get off," said Bulma dryly as she plopped the small towel into the now blood-stained water. She swallowed uneasily as the nausea in her stomach began to build again. How she hated blood….odd though, you would think it wouldn't bother her that much due to her husbands constant and brutal training sessions. They left him with numerous wounds that she had to see almost every day! Though, a small smile managed to grace her lips as she gazed at the teen. She now laid on her side, her one arm clutching the pillow underneath her head as the other laid relaxed over the thin sheet that covered her. The trembling had ceased, but her reaction to the senzu bean puzzled the blue-haired genus. She had taken them before when she was younger and never had reacted in such a way. Maybe he did something to her?

Carefully she picked up the bowl and turned away. There was no use in dwelling over it at the moment, but still….she dumped the towel and crimson liquid into the sink and grimaced as she observed the state of her hands. The most disturbing aspect was the thin red layer that coated them. It emanated a stale malodor and she quickly grasped onto a bar of soap that rested near the faucet. Turning on the water she began to viciously attack her palms with the slippery square. Yet, no matter how many times she scrubbed at her skin, she could still see it on her. The foul air filled her nostrils continuously and she sighed in defeat as she washed the remaining soap from her hands. Mechanically she reached over to dry her hands, but stopped and shrunk back. She averted her eyes to the scarlet towel that clung to the smooth metal of the sink. Subconsciously she rubbed the remaining water onto her pants as she gazed critically around the room. Reaching over to a small mason-jar she grasped a large pair of tongs. Making sure to create some distance she reached in and clasped the detested object between the two metal points. She lifted it up slowly and frowned as she observed the red liquid that dripped incessantly from all its corners. How could she get rid of it without having to touch it? Suddenly a bright light encompassed the small cloth and she dropped the tongs in surprise. She gazed down at what now remained of it, but only saw the metal tongs with scorch marks near the points. Smiling, she turned to gaze at her husband who still leaned against the far-wall; eyes closed and arms crossed nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Vegeta," she whispered silently. The saiyan prince opened his eyes and glanced at her for a moment before closing them again and resuming his usual countenance. Chuckling to herself she walked back to the crimson bed and reached out to the sheet. Wait….she stopped short, her hand slightly trembling…

"I'll take care of it."

She gazed back at Vegeta in sheer bewilderment. He was in rare form today.

//Better not say anything otherwise he might change his mind.//

Very rarely did she not meet anything he said without a witty remark of her own, but for now…she could restrain herself. Turning to the small table next to her, she spied the small packet that contained the remaining syringe. Grasping it loosely in her hand she glanced back at Xenia.

//Maybe I should…Dende did heal her…and if I don't…//

Slowly she turned and began walking towards the peaceful body and thanked Dende that the Aprazolam would keep her unconscious for a little while longer.

Although, Xenia was a full-blooded saiyan…there was no telling how long it would be in effect, with it never being used on Vegeta or Goku. As to why she was a full-blooded saiyan, well that remained a mystery to her. She had discovered the interesting trait while running a diagnostic to find out why Xenia had started acting strangely when she was four. It seemed that her saiyan DNA was more dominate than her human DNA. Thus forth, her genetic coding altered to compensate towards her saiyan half unlike Trunks and Bra who both, by her knowledge, had equal amounts of each. Though Gohan and Goten did have more saiyan DNA as well, but that was a fact she wasn't about to disclose to her husband. It was even more surprising to find out it was just a little phase saiyan females go through, much like how humans reach puberty…so do saiyans. Yet by Vegeta account, saiyans mature much faster than humans and Xenia would have completely gone through puberty by the time of her first heat. That supposedly wouldn't take place till she was in her mid-teens; 15 or 16. At the moment she was in one of the few phases that a saiyan female goes through before reaching their heat. It came to a great relief by Chichi that there would be no drastic changes in her daughter, just some strange mood swings that made, at times, everyone miserable.

She stopped near the bedpost and sighed. The last thing she wanted to see was more blood. Walking reluctantly around the bed she frowned as she stopped by Xenia's right side. Gently she lifted Xenia's arm and turned it slightly so to expose her inner-elbow. (A/N: Does anyone know what that's called?!?) Using her free arm, she fished the remaining syringe from the opened packet. With a growl of frustration she managed to use her teeth to tear the blue top that concealed the needle. Placing it at a slant, she punctured the skin and slowly drew out enough blood to fill it to the brink. Drawing out the syringe, she opened a long cabinet by her side and managed to find a small roll of gauze. She placed the syringe on the counter below the cabinet and stopped to wonder if she should actually use the gauze. A small bandage was all that was necessary, yet the thought of Xenia bleeding again sent Bulma into panic mode. Without further hesitation she wrapped about two feet of gauze around her arm, concealing the minuscule hole, before fishing out a small metal clip to keep the make-shift bandage on. Carefully she lowered Xenia's arm back to her side and watched in satisfaction as she sub-consciously curled it against her body. Crossing her eyes she noticed that she still had the small blue top held between her teeth, and hastily picked up the syringe. Incase Xenia DID have something, she needed to make sure that the needle was covered and she quickly clicked it back on.

"I'm going to go analyze this…remember to call me if anything goes wrong." She turned to see his reaction, but just shook her head in amusement.

"Hn," was all he had muttered as he lent against the pale walls of the infirmary. The distinct clicking of heels against the tiled floor began to be heard again, and faded away as Bulma left the infirmary. Glancing out from his left eye, he gazed at the teen's face, but then quickly turned away. For some particular reason he couldn't look at her….no he knew why he couldn't….he had no right to be near her….he didn't deserve any of the loving devotion she held for him as a child, because…..

"Vegeta."

His eyes snapped open and darted to the sleeping form, but no longer was she sleeping for two violet eyes now stared back at him. He pushed himself off the wall, "Onn-"

He scowled as a petite hand clamped over his mouth, his fists clenching as he tried to control his temper.

"Vegeta calm down," I pleaded as I puled my hand away. He studied my face for a moment before leaning back against the wall.

"Thank you Vegeta, I just….I just don't want to see them…just yet anyway."

I studied his features…he still held that emotionless mask that I had spent most of the childhood I had trying to duplicate. A smile crept up onto my lips. Yep, same old Vegeta.

"You should be resting."

I socked his shoulder lightly, "Come on…I'm fine."

He narrowed his eyes and set his mouth into a tight thin line, this was familiar. I always hated it when he put his you-better-do-as-I-say-or-else expression on.

"Ok, ok..." I shoved my hands into the air in defeat. I knew when I was beaten. A quick turn on my heels and I headed back towards THE bed. It was small and narrow with plain white sheets adorning it along with a cold metal bedpost. Yep, that really set off a warm cozy feeling to accompany my paranoia with hospitals. Funny, I shifted around trying to make myself comfortable on the mattress, it was a lot more comfortable when I was sleeping. Then again, I was under the influence of medical drugs. At least I remember Bulma injecting something into my arm. I shuddered…needles…

I stared at the floor for a moment as I gripped the side of the mattress, silence was expected when only Vegeta was around. Then I spotted something from the corner of my eye. I lifted my head and gazed at the bed on the far side of the room. It was soaked in blood. I swallowed uneasily, and tried to look away, but found myself transfixed on it for some strange reason. That was MY blood…..I could remember pain, A LOT of pain, people were yelling and shouting out my name and everyone….everyone was around me….they had looked so worried….I shook my head, trying my best to block out those images. Vegeta. I turned and gazed at him. It was oddly comforting, him being here. He doesn't ask a million and one questions and if you drop the subject he never pursues it. I smiled and shifted my gaze to the doorway. I tried to imagine my father or my brothers barreling through there to see me. Yet, I couldn't….it was easy to picture my mother, she had after all been there on Pluto when I got my memories back. Sighing, I returned my gaze to the tiled floor beneath me, it was even white. What was it with hospitals and infirmaries and the color white, as if they couldn't make a place look more sterilized.

Suddenly a hand brushed my neck and I jerked away, my eyes darting to the figure now infront of me. Vegeta? What was he doing? He was only a foot infront of me! He sat down beside me and brought his hand up to brush my hair away. I knew what he wanted to see. My neck….he wanted to make sure my neck had not been marked. I brought my hand up to stop him, but he grabbed it and stared into my face. I don't know why I wanted to hide it. Shame? Guilt? His eyes pierced into my soul and I was forced to look away. He could always out-stare me. I felt him pull my hand to my side as he pushed my hair back. His fingers gently brushed the still sensitive skin and I froze. What would he say? What would he do? I could feel his ki begin to rise and sheer panic began to take over my mind. What if they sensed him? Then they would come and….

//Please don't let them come…please…//

I don't know exactly why I was so afraid to see them; just imagining my father's face made me want to crawl under the bed and hide. Vegeta took my chin in his large callous hand and turned my face. He studied me and I knew he could see everything. My emotions…my thoughts….for some reason I could never hide anything from him. He had always been there when I was a child, he was the one I truly looked up to. Goten may have had Gohan, but with the two of them always going off together to leave me home with mom, I found myself looking up to someone else. Vegeta…he felt….he felt like a father.

"Did he do this?"

It was a simple yes or no question. Yet, it felt like my mouth had been glued shut or gone numb. I…..I could see him…..Turlus….on top of me…me, all the while coaxing him to continue….

Had I actually done that? Who was that person? I shut my eyes tightly and tried to pull away, but Vegeta's grip was strong and firm. I could feel the tears that hid behind my lids…..and I feared if I dared open my eyes that they would fall and shame me infront of him.

"Crying shows weakness…."

I remembered the phrase from somewhere, but not Vegeta…..Turlus….

I dared a peek at his face and tried to be strong, I really did. I wanted to defy Turlus and bawl my eyes out, but for some reason it didn't seem right, but…it was a loosing battle. I could already feel the tears sliding over my cheeks….yet infront of Vegeta I felt no shame for them, not like I thought I would…maybe because he's always been my emotional confidant. That must sound like a cruel joke, emotional confidant….but it was true. Sure he never gave me any words of wisdom when I needed them or hugged me when I was sad, but….his presence always left me with such a comforting and safe feeling. That was what I needed…

I hung my head loose and it dropped so that my chin was just an inch from touching my chest. He took his cue and let go of my chin. My body slumped against his chest and I buried my head in his broad shoulders, my arms bent at my elbows with my palms resting against his chest. His arms came up to loosely hold my waist and a brief smile fell onto my lips, Maybe he's changed a little….you're getting soft Vegeta….

No words were exchanged; no words were needed. Just his steady breathing that fluttered through my hair, hmmm….you would never find him doing something like this infront of others. Only when he was guaranteed that no one was near.

FLASHBACK

"VEGETA!!"

I barreled through the gravity room's automatic doors to be faced with a very agitated saiyan prince. His body was covered with sweat from his intense work out, his top now disgarded on the floor. I guess I had interrupted him right in the middle of his training session. His eyes were narrowed adversely with his lips set into a tight scowl.

"What is it brat?!" He snapped angrily.

I looked at him for a moment, trying to blink back my tears, but found that it was useless. I must have looked so pitiful to him…a little five year old crying before him and I was suppose to be a saiyan! I ran forward and clutched onto his wiast; burying my face in his stomach. I felt his hand on my head and I looked up into his face. It had softened, no longer did it hold any malice, but had gone to retain its usual emotionless expression. I rubbed my puffy red eyes, my voice beginning to hiccup occasionally. Leaning against him, I tried to get my bearings, "Trunks…."

He stayed silent, waiting for me to continue. I think he realized that if he listened to me, then I'd leave and he could go back to training.

"…he said….he siad that….that you don't…"

I clutched onto his leg tighter and closed my eyes, "…that you don't…..that you don't care …about me…"

I gazed into his face again and he stared back down at me with, what was that? It was so unfamiliar. I could never read his emotions….

"What do you think chibi?"

I looked back down at his boots, my face scrunching together in contemplation. What did I think? Well, I think he does care….I mean, doesn't he? I looked back up into that stern face and swallowed nervously. Why was I nervous?

"I…I think you do…"

He continued to stare at me for a moment or two and time seemed to stand still. Then his lips quirked up in that all too familiar smirk as he ruffled my hair. Gohan always did that too….I chuckled lightly and smiled with renewed happiness. I knew…I just knew he did….

He stepped back and stared to walk over to the gravity console, "Now leave, I have more training to do."

The gruff tone had once again taken over, but I didn't care. I turned to leave when I heard him call, "Tell the boy to see me."

My smile broadened and I was unable to contain the laughter that bubbled in my throat.

//Poor Trunks….he's gonna get one heck of a training session!//

END OF FLASHBACK

I pulled back and smiled…he's always been there for me…..He didn't move from his spot, but let his arms fall back to his sides.

"It's weird," I fell back onto the bed, "You know, being here and all."

I fingered the thin sheets between my fingers, "It's so new."

Vegeta remained silent, but I should have known this would be a one-way conversation.

"I don't actually remember anything yet, it's all brief flashes of certain events. I think these things in my head are preventing them all from resurfacing…it all came back to me a day ago, you know."

I looked back at him, but quickly averted my eyes again. This time to the ceiling, "It just kinda hit me all at once. It hurt so badly…it felt like my head was going to explode."

I found a crack near the wall and followed every jagged curve that my saiyan eyes could distinguish clearly. Suddenly my mind began to wander….I could faintly remember being wrapped in a warm cloth, the person holding me had lavender hair….Trunks…I miss him…and Bulma…she was here before…she cleaned the blood off….I guess….

FLASHBACK

I reached up and snatched the pan out of Bulma's hand; throwing it away. I turned to her and grabbed her by her shirt collar; raising her into the air.

"Tell Goku to not be so carless, next time."

With that I threw her into the wall. She fell to the floor; laying on her back with her head to the side. I watched her blood slowly trickled down her neck filtering into her hair and clothes. I went over to her and smiled at the fact that she was still breathing.

"I wonder if I should take her, too?" I asked myself aloud. I shook my head, "Nah, would be a waste of time. Anyway the prince will be enraged enough to see his mate unconsious and bleeding."

END OF FLSHBACK

I sat up abruptly and turned to Vegeta, "I'm so sorry Vegeta. Bulma….when I…I mean…."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, "She can walk and talk still….."

"But…." He would never say `she's fine and that's all that matters,' but I had a good idea that is what his statement translated into.

"Saiyans don't apologize."

I glanced up at him, scrunching my nose up in confusion. What? I understood the first part, but the second one…wait a minute……pride, it had to do with saiyan pride…

"Sometimes pride can be your downfall, " I retorted back. There had always been this big issue of pride with him. He considered his saiyan pride above all else. I could faintly remember something in that file I received about him…

"…during the battle concerning Majin Buu, Prince Vegeta deliberately allowed himself to be possessed by a sorcerer named Babadi, for the sole purpose of raising his power level to match Son Goku's. In the process he killed hundreds of chikayuuians at a martial arts stadium and contrived millions of dollars in damage…"

His honor….and his pride.…he valued them so much….he'd risk everything to keep them. Vegeta….

"Saiyans should always have their honor and their pride."

I felt like I was getting a lecture from him. I wonder if I should argue with him…..there were points that would prove he was wrong…always wanted to win an argument with Vegeta without having to use my little `puppy dog eyes' on him. I wonder if his daughter ever tried that on him….

However, now didn't seem the appropriate time to bring up such thing.

"I'm afraid I have no honor and my pride…had dwindled to nothing."

How did this conversation turn into a "Find All of Xenia's Faults" game? I fumbled with my hands trying to distract myself as best I could. It was a habit due to my incapability to stay still for long periods of time. He wasn't answering, and I wondered why. Vegeta's social capabilities probably had reached their max….instead I leaned back against him and stared out into the hallway that led to the more scientific part of Capsule Corps. extended basement. Bulma said she had to analyze my blood…was there something wrong with me…Vasha did stick that syringe into me…

I growled and felt my ki pick up slightly….how could she do that? Traitor……deceiving bitch….all this time it had been her fault…she built these things in my head and she was the one to betray me in the end. I knew Turlus was going to come after me sooner or later and my thoughts drifted to my family. I didn't want them to go through any more of this whole fiasco. They had suffered enough and besides this was my battle. It was my responsibility….I sat up abruptly and hunched over my knees, "Vegeta…."

He gazed down at me his eyes slightly inquisitive.

"Vegeta I have to leave."

His hand suddenly grabbed onto my forearm and I stiffened, "You're not going anywhere onna."

//So I have elevated from chibi and girl to onna…//

"Vegeta I have to go…"

He didn't move his hand and I turned to stare into those dark obsidian orbs, "Vegeta…"

His grip tightened somewhat and he frowned. Dear Vika! Was he stubborn or what? There was another way to get him to let go, but I didn't want to use it. I didn't want to drag up bad memories from that mind of his. But I was out of options….

"Vegeta, how did you feel when my father killed Frieza?"

His grip tightened again, but I didn't flinch. Anyway, a little bruise wouldn't kill me…

"How do you think I will feel if, instead of me, my father defeats Turlus?"

He seemed to consider my side for a moment, but his grip stayed firm.

"Vegeta you know how I feel about this and keeping me here won't keep me from danger. One way or another I'll leave to fight and you won't be able to stop me. I just don't want to fight any of you anymore."

His grip lessened….. "Frieza deprived you of your childhood, taking you away and destroying Vegetasei when you were only 8. Turlus took me when I was 7. He took my entire life away!"

Vegeta's hand fell to his side and his features softened into that emotionless expression.

"Turlus may not of had control over me as long as Frieza had over you, but he took everything from me. He took the few memories I had and replaced them with fabrication of his own little delusional mind."

Vegeta turned away for a moment and I followed his gaze to the doorway. No one was there…

"He placed these things in my head and I can't…" I clutched onto my head and tried to rid the feeling of them in my mind. What if they started back up? What if I hurt them all again. I couldn't let that happen.

"Vegeta." He turned back to face me and the staring contest continued, but this time I didn't look away.

"Vegeta let me leave."

He snorted indifferently and turned away.

//Always acting like you don't care….but you wouldn't have held me here so long if you didn't….//

"Thank you Vegeta-san," I stood up and gazed down at my new gi. I hadn't noticed it till now. It was like my father's….orange with blue wrist bands, sash and undershirt. I didn't deserve to wear this…not after all I've done…Placing a hand over my chest a new gi materialized. One more to my suiting. A loose navy blue shirt with black pants was all I needed…Stepping back I placed to fingers to my forehead. I hated having to leave them so soon, this place was so inviting even with the stark white walls….but I couldn't…I couldn't stay……

"See ya Vegeta," a simple curt nod of his head was all I received, but I didn't expect anything special from him….and I disappeared from Vegeta's view.

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Goten stared at the ceiling above him, the sound of the TV blending into the background. Bra and Pan laid on the floor watching something…who knows what…

He wished he was down there…he was her brother after all! His father's decision in allowing Vegeta and Bulma to take care of her shocked him. He would have thought that he would have insisted on himself taking on the task. Not that Goten was worried or anything, she was perfectly safe with Vegeta. Xenia….

<…deceiving bitch…>

He sat up suddenly and gazed at the TV. The girls were just watching some cartoon, what was it called…X-Men evolution….that didn't have cursing in it….

<….. It's my responsibility….>

Xenia….Did she wake up already? The voice grew quite and he rested back against the couch. Should he go down to check on her…..

<…. Vegeta let me leave…..>

What?! He bolted up and jumped up off the couch.

"Uncle Goten?" Pan inquired, but he wasn't listening. His heavy footsteps echoed down through the building as he barreled down the hallway. He needed to stop her….a loud crack split through the air as he literally tore the basement door from its hinges. Her ki was fading….leaping down the flight of steps he ran through the halls and halted in the doorway of the infirmary just in time to see his sister disappear.

"Xenia!!" He cried out even through she was already gone. No…he was too late…. and he turned his gaze to the saiyan prince.

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Bulma placed the top on the petri-dish and slid it carefully under the microscope's lens. She watched in wonder as strange anti-bodies began attacking Xenia's cells.

"What is this?" She asked herself allowed. This was unlike anything she had ever seen before. Twirling back around in her chair, she began entering her observations in the computer, "If this continues, at this rapid rate…then she'll…."

She watched the computer calculate the data into a chart with a guessed percentages of how this `virus' would evolve and effect its host. Her eyes widened suddenly as the conclusion stared back at her. No this could be possible…not again…she leapt up from her position and began running down the twisting corridors. She had to notify the others and Xenia before it was too late…

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Goku's eyes shot open as a loud crash could be heard from down the hall. What the hell was going on? Wait a second…he couldn't sense his daughter's ki!! Quickly detaching himself form his wife he leapt out of bed and dashed out the door to only knock straight into Gohan. The collision sending both saiyans falling back to crash against the wall.

"Gohan?" Questioned the older saiyan as he gazed over at his eldest son.

"Dad did you…"

"Ya and Goten's energy beginning to rise," replied Goku as he stood up, "We need to get down there." Both made their way down the hall and into the basement, but the site that greeted them at the infirmary was all but unexpected. Goten was in super saiyan mode, his arm clutching Vegeta's throat tightly as he pressed the saiyan prince up against the wall by the now empty bed. Xenia…

"Goten what's going on?!" Where was Xenia…what had happened….

"Why don't you ask him," growled the demi-saiyan his grip strengthening.

"Tell your brat to get off me before I loose all my impatience Kakarrotto!" Vegeta roared in anger.

"Goten let Vegeta go."

"No."

Goku strode up to his son and pulled Goten's arm back, "Goten…"

With a last scornful glare, Goten detransformed and slumped into the mattress of Xenia's bed.

"Now what's going on here?" Asked Goku.

Gohan stepped towards his brother, "And where's Xenia?"

"Like I said," seethed the young demi-saiyan, "Ask him."

"Vegeta…"

"The girls gone."

"She fought you?"

"No he let her go!" cried out Goten his ki rising once again.

"What? Vegeta, you let her go?!"

Goten clenched his fist tightly, his anger rising every second.

"Where is she Vegeta?" Goku snatched the older saiyan by the collar of his shirt. Now two saiyans were beginning to loose their tempers, by the sudden rise in Goku's ki as well.

"I have no idea Kakarrotto! She left! Now quite badgering me!"

"Hey what's going on?" Trunks inquired as he walked into the infirmary.

<….. It's my responsibility….>

Those words played over in Goten's mind. What did she mean? What was her fault? Oh no….

"Dad!"

Goku spun around, "What is it Goten?"

"Xenia thinks everything is her fault. I think she went to challenge Turlus."

"What?" Trunks couldn't believe it. What would possess her to think that?

Goku's eyes widened in fear, "But wouldn't she remember what he did to her last time? How do you know she went?"

"I could hear her before through our link, she said it was her responsibility."

Letting go of Vegeta's shirt, Goku strode forward, "You're sure."

"Yes."

"Then we have to go too, I won't loose her. Not again."

Goten, Gohan and Trunks placed their hands on their Goku's shoulders as he placed two fingers to his forehead.

"You coming dad?" Inquired Trunks, knowing that the three saiyans wouldn't ask themselves, due to amount of anger that seemed to emanated from them.

"If only to save your puny hides," the saiyan prince stepped forward, placing his hand on Goku's back.

"Goku?" Panted Chichi as she ran into the room with Videl close behind.

"We'll be back," and with that the five were gone.

"What happened?" Videl halted by Chichi, her eyes scanning the room, "Where did they go?"

"Xenia-" began Chichi, but was cut off by a loud scream.

"VEGETA!!"

Both looked back to see a very tired Bulma running down the hall. She must have been on the other side of the basement. She stopped and hunched over knees, her breathing ragged.

"Where….where's Xenia," she managed.

"Xenia's gone and the other's went after her. At least I think so, they left before I was able to ask them."

"What?! Is she crazy?" demanded Videl.

"No! She'll die!" Bulma cried in despair

"What do you mean Bulma!" Chichi pulled at the older woman's shirt, shaking her back and forth.

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I leaned back up against the tall oak, my legs dangling over the side of the bank beside me. The acres of forests and open land behind Capsule Corp. had always been one of my favorite places.

Vegeta was right I did need to rest a little. My body felt sluggish and the tingling in my arm felt strange. I could have sworn that five second ago there was no scar there. It ran from my elbow up to my shoulder. Oh well, I just wanted to stay here for a little longer. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax.

<…..lets see if this gets her attention….>

My eyes snapped open. I knew that voice…..The ground began to shake and I turned to see smoke rising from Capsule corp. //He's here….//

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"What's was that?" yelled Chichi as the three ran outside, Bra and Pan close behind them.

"I don't-" Bulma stopped in mid-sentence, her trembling hand reaching up to cover her mouth. They followed her gaze to the sky and watched a man descend to the ground. He looked so much like Goku…

"Turlus…" They heard Pan seethe.

"That's Turlus?" Asked Videl in disbelief.

"Ya that's him…"

A light chuckle emerged from the roguish figure as Bra and Pan braced themselves infront of their mother's.

"Why, look what greets me. Three pathetic chikayuuians and two sorry excuses of saiyans."

"Leave Turlus, or we'll…" Warned Pan

"Or you'll what? If I am correct your fathers are not even here, so who is going to fight me? You two?" A deep laughter flowed from his mouth and the two saiyan females fidgeted nervously.

"I would love to stay and play, but I don't have time."

Splaying his palm open a large ki blast built up in his hand, "See ya."

The blast shot out from his palm, its targets frozen in place. They braced themselves desperately waiting for the white hot energy to destroy them all.

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OHHH EVIL CLIFFY!! The guys went to the wrong place!!