Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ Caught in the crossfire ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

“I've already told you! I have no idea what your talking about!!” Yamcha yelled as best he could with Vegeta's hand pinning him to the wall.

“Well guess what! I don't believe you!” Vegeta yelled as he turned and threw Yamcha across the room. He hit the wall on the other side and slid down it clutching at his ribs.

“You ashole!” Yamcha spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor as he slowly stood up to face his opponent on his feet.

With a smirk Vegeta raised his right hand and formed an energy ball in his palm. Aiming it directly at Yamcha he chuckled evilly before firing it.

The next few moments seemed to flow in slow motion as he watched the glowing gold ball fly from his outstretched hand. A thin scream tickled at his ears a split second before he saw her. His blue haired woman suddenly appeared in-between himself and Yamcha who was still against the other wall. She was directly in the path of the energy ball.

He heard himself yell something incomprehensible as he swept both arms round to his side to alter the course of the attack.

Bulma stood rooted to the spot with her arms outstretched either side of her as she felt the attack zoom past the fingertips of her left arm. It crashed into the wall behind them causing it to explode and crumble, the force of which threw both Bulma and Yamcha a few feet away. as the dust settled only Vegeta was still standing, his eyes locked on the spot on which he had almost killed Bulma. He snapped out of his trance when he heard the weaklings voice speaking softly to someone.

“Bulma,” Yamcha whispered as he gently shook her, “Bulma, are you ok?” she was on the verge of unconsciousness and moaned slightly as she reached a hand up to her head.

“What…happened?” she asked weakly as she opened her eyes in time to see Yamcha being ripped violently away from her and thrown back across the trashed room by a viciously snarling Vegeta.

“Keep your hands off of her!” he snarled as he crouched low on the ground in-between his woman and his rival.

“I could say the same to you, you cold blooded monster!” Yamcha spat back as he too lowered himself into an attack position.

“Vegeta.” Bulma said weakly as she tried to push herself up off the floor. He turned his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye while still being able to see what Yamcha was doing, “Please, leave him…doesn't know….it…doesn't matter now…anyway.” She said as she tried to rub away the throbbing ache on the back of her head.

“Don't try and talk to him Bulma! It wont do any good, he'll just get mad at you too! And then who knows what he'll do!” Yamcha glared viciously at his opponent, Vegeta was standing too close to Bulma. If he were to attack now, he would hit them both!

“Shut up you fool!” Vegeta yelled as his energy level rose up again.

“Please, Vegeta… forget about it…its gone now…I never….even told him.” She was slipping back into unconsciousness. Vegeta felt himself pale slightly as he slowly rose from his battle stance. Humans were weaker than Saiyans, they had less of a tolerance for internal injuries before they lost consciousness and then that was an internal protective reaction to avoid further injury. She had hit her head when she fell, something serious could be wrong with her!

`This is the problem with mating with weaker species!' Vegeta thought to himself as he moved to her side and gathered her up in his arms as gently as he could.

“Where the hell are you taking her Vegeta! Put her down! I will not let you hurt her anymore!” Yamcha yelled as he dashed forwards a few steps before being halted by a glare from Vegeta that could quite probably kill a weaker human.

“Would you prefer it if I left her here to die slowly?” he said with some measure on control from his voice before flying out of the broke kitchen window.

“Where the fuck is he going?” Yamcha asked himself again before following out of the window at a safe distance and keeping his energy levels down.

In the far corner of the room, completely forgotten by all other who had just left…out of the window no less, was the poor student who had managed to stop screaming after a while. Her face was deathly pale and she blinked like an owl as if finally comprehending what had just happened. With a slight whimper she leaped to her feet and ran from the room and kept on running until she got to her own home and hid under the covers of her bed and cried.