Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sacrificing Love ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: It's already bad enough that I don't own the whole world, but not to own Dragon Ball Z…That hurts me so much more.

Author's Note: Alright. Here's the eighth chapter of Sacrificing Love. I hope you all enjoy it.

Also, I've updated my other story, Never Alone. So if you haven't seen it, it should be there. The sequel to The Farthest Star will not be posted on Fanfiction.net or Mediaminer.org, it will be posted on my website, which will be up and running very shortly.

Well, I know this is a short Author's Note, but well, anyway I won't keep you guys. Again, I hope you like it, and I hope you all will review.

Sacrificing Love

Chapter Eight:

Kakarrot silently slipped in the bed, being careful not to wake her. Chi Chi would be furious if she knew how long his training session with Vegeta took. He knew of her disapproval of the intense training that he constantly found himself in, but he was powerless to prevent it. Kakarrot smiled slightly as he gently pried the covers from his mate's sleeping form. He knew she cared about him greatly, almost a fraction on what he cared for her. His smile wavered and soon turned into a frown. If anything would happen to her, he didn't know what he would do. He had failed his father, but there was no way in hell he was going to make the same mistake with Chi Chi.

As he pulled the covers on him, Chi Chi turned to snuggle close to him and placed her head in the crook of his strong shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and closed his eyes. Nothing was going to happen to her. Not while he was around. Chi Chi was the only thing he had left and he would not let her go. He opened his eyes and kissed the top of her head. She stirred slightly and he felt her punch his chest.

"Where in the hell were you?"

Kakarrot sighed. He knew this was coming. "Vegeta and I were training after sunset. He wants me to help him reach my level."

Chi Chi let out a sleepy chuckle. "Doesn't everyone?" She yawned and stretched languidly, causing Kakarrot's eyes to darken with desire. The heat of the day's training was catching up to him. His grip tightened as his lips found hers and led them into a pleasurable assault. Chi Chi's arms wrapped around his neck as she copied his actions. She sighed and let her mate lead her into the storm of passion.

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Vegeta woke when the sun filtered through his windows. It was strange, waking up so late, but apparently his body needed it. He felt bruised and broken last night, how he made it to his bed was still a wonder to him. But now most of the pain had gone, and at least he was able to walk without hurting his side.

Kakarrot was good, he had definitely been a challenge. If Kakarrot was that strong now, Vegeta could only imagine how strong he himself would be once he reached Super-Saiyan. Then all of his enemies would perish instantly. But for some reason, he couldn't make that leap. His thoughts went back to the time when Kakarrot first changed. Kakarrot had been devastated by the death of the head general, his father. Kakarrot had told him that the secret was total rage, an emotion triggered by the loss of something that one valued. Was that it? If that was the case, then he would never reach that level, since there was nothing that he valued more than his own strength. Vegeta had never allowed anything else to be as close as Bardock had been to Kakarrot. That was a weakness.

Or was it? If Bardock hadn't been eliminated, then Kakarrot might not be a Super-Saiyan now. All his life Vegeta had never been attached to anything, and maybe that was a mistake. `No.' Vegeta thought. `I would have never made it this far if that was the case.' But the question was still there. He just couldn't figure out the answer yet.

Nor did he want to now. He just wanted to beat the crap out of something now, to relieve his frustrations. Vegeta knew better than to challenge Kakarrot. His body was still feeling numb. But who better than to beat up than his own weak guards?

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She hadn't came up with anything, and time was running out.

Bulma scanned her drawings of different devices that could be used to defeat Frieza. All of her sketches had at least something wrong in them. At first, she decided to create items for offence, but then she decided to switch to defensive gadgets. But now, she had hit a creative block. Bulma banged her head against the table. She was supposed to be the top inventor of Chikyuu. She was supposed to come up with ideas at times like this. Why couldn't she think of anything?

"Do it again, but this time hit the table harder."

Bulma's head shot up. "Prince Vegeta. I should have known it was you." She rose to get her tools. "How did you destroy the gravity room this time?"

"The gravity room is fine, woman." Vegeta said as he stepped forward, picking up the sheets of paper and looking at them. "What are these?"

Bulma turned around. "Oh. Those are some designs I made for beating up Frieza. I haven't actually came up with one that will function properly, but I'm still trying."

Vegeta stared at her. "Why did you do this?"

"I wanted to help."

That she would even attempt to help people who weren't even her own race, impressed Vegeta. However, this wasn't her fight. "The battle will be won by strength," he said as he tossed the sheets, scattering them about the floor. "Not metal."

"How you could be so arrogant at a time like this is beyond me. Do you have to reject everyone's help?"

"This fight has nothing to do with you, woman. And I would appreciate it if you kept your nose out of it."

"It has everything to do with me, Prince Vegeta. If you defeat Frieza, I get to return home. So, unless you wish to keep letting me do whatever it is I do that irritates you, I suggest that you accept my help!"

He was silent for a moment. "You're only trying to help because you want to return to your home planet?"

"No, that's only the main reason. I do care about what happens to this planet if Frieza does what he says he's doing to do. I do care about some of the people who live here, Vegeta-ouji. So it's not for selfish reasons as you think it is." Bulma said as she exited the room.