Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thrown Away ❯ TA<>7 ( Chapter 7 )

Ummmm…uhhhh….what the flip should I write?! Oy vey, gotta think of somethin'!

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My gosh, I am a fool. No sooner do I mend things with my brother than I turn around and butcher our relationship again.

Now that I've cooled off a little I can see the logic in choosing a mate outside the species…I guess my earlier shock and disgust overruled my sense, I mean really, where would one find a Saiyajin female anymore? Are we supposed to remain alone all our lives?

Doesn't seem like I have much choice anyhow. Alone is the one thing I've been continuously since I was born… maybe it's just my fate, my punishment for failing to defeat my brother so long ago. But then, that would have placed me in Frieza's clutches, and I believe I'd prefer to remain a loner than be enslaved by him.

I seek out the few boosted ki's in the area, quickly finding the one with a distinctly Saiyajin essence to it, and fly straight for Kakarott's home. Or at least I assume he's at home.

A rounded green mountain comes into view with an equally rounded tan house perched near the peak. His energy is coming from the woods, near a river visible from the sky. I need the scoop on Vegeta, and I don't think I'll be getting it from the man himself.

I drop down in the trees beside a dirt path. Kakarott is walking along dragging an excruciatingly large fish, whistling obliviously. How can he not have noticed me? What kind of warrior is this? I step out of the brush and onto the path behind the ignorant Saiyajin, and he turns to look back at me. He says something in his langage, too fast for me to catch.

"Do you speak anything else?" I question in Standard, and then in Saiyago. (AN Whoever thought up Saiyago, great idea, you get the credit!) His eyes go blank when I speak our native language, and when he snaps out of it, he rubs his temple in discomfort. Giving his head a quick shake, he turns his gaze back to me.

"I've only ever spoken Japanese," he informs me in pitch-perfect Saiyago. I grin at him in wonder. What kind of guy is this?

"So did you get to talk to Vegeta?"

"Yes but, I screwed it up pretty quick."
"Oh?" He begins walking again, and I walk beside him.

"I overreacted when I found out he was mating a Chikyuujin. He even has a son from her!" He laughs outright.

"You're either very brave or very stupid to criticize him about Bulma. He acts like he can't stand her, but you mess with Bulma, and he'll be on you faster than you can blink. He's a master at hiding how he feels, which isn't usually a good thing. I try…I try to be a friend to him, give him another person that he knows cares about him. It's what he needs, I think. To know people do care about him." I can't help grimacing slightly.

"That must be nice," I murmur, barely audible.

"What must be nice?"

"To have someone care about you. I wouldn't know what that's like." He put a comforting arm around my shoulders.

"If you need a friend, I'll always be here, um, I don't know your name," he gave an embarassed laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry, Suteru. I'm called Suteru."

"Called? It isn't your name?"

"I…my real name would be Vegeta, except that was only reserved for the Crown Prince. If you weren't Crown Prince you usually had a fight with whoever was. The winner got the position and the name Vegeta, the loser was shipped out of the family and named Suteru…Outcast." And so I've been all my life…

"Ok. So that would make Vegeta…"

"My brother. Or half brother, at least. We had the same father." He seemed only mildly surprised.

We had just finally reached his home, I noted, looking about me for the first time since we began the conversation.

Kakarott stopped at the edge of the clearing and turned to face me. "I'd invite you for dinner but…Chi-Chi hates surprise guests, at least the kind that I invite." He grinned almost foolishly. "Especially since it's usually Vegeta that I invite. She doesn't like him, not at all."

"Don't worry about it, I'll make do. I need to go back and talk to my brother anyhow." He nods understanding, and we say our farewells. He gives me an invitation (along with my brother and his family) to dinner for the following night, should be nice.

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Vegeta was less than pleased to see me, and it was hard to get out my apology before he gave me a broken bone. As it is I have a couple bruises, and man, he's fast. And strong and, and, everything. I'm no warrior, not anymore. A good amount of self-defense, but not enough to counter that speed. Incredible.

Vegeta's mate cooked dinner, and I'll admit I was a little uncomfortable, like I was intruding. My nephew, Trunks, I've learned, enjoys playing with his food, including throwing it on the floor, the wall, ceiling, or nearest family member. That didn't go over well with Vegeta, or Bulma for that matter, both of whom were sitting near the hybrid. My brother only glared waspishly at me, daring me to say one word about it. Treating him to a cheeky grin in return, I silently returned to my plate.

After the dinner dishes were finished and Trunks put to bed Vegeta returned to his training whilst Bulma led me back to her lab to get some Japanese in me. Apparently her mate has helped her with some technology, providing her with the means to instantly learn a language with equipment similar to that I had meant to utilize on my ship. She chattered away at me and I did pick up on a few words, though it was quite frustrating to constantly hear but not understand.

She managed to get through to me that I would learn visually, and very quickly, in the span of only a few seconds, in fact. I already know from experience what this is like. The procedure can be dangerous as the brain risks overload, and I'm almost always very disoriented afterwards. Not to mention a killer headache, but at least I'll be able to communicate easily. Right?

Bringing out two scouter-like devices she hands them both to me, and I put the left-hand one over my left ear, as I'm right-handed. Something to do with which eye is dominant, I think. I close my right eye and wait for the flood of information.

Had I left my right eye open I would have memorized whatever it saw, down to the last spec of dust. And although this place is fascinating, that memorization would have caused me to have a looser grasp on whatever she's feeding me through that link.

I blank out, and when I come to I'm propped up in a comfy chair, the link gone and Bulma sitting across from me, waiting patiently.

"You okay?" She questions, worry creasing her smooth features.

"I'm fine, just…Owww…" As I sit up pain stabs through my brain, protesting the violent torrent of knowledge it received only moments ago.

"I figured this would happen…here, this should help." Pressing a pill into my palm and handing me a glass of water, she then leans back in her chair again, and I try to give her a thankful smile. It quickly turns to a grimace as I learn that my aching head also does not enjoy when I eat or drink things. Placing the glass in her outstretched hand, I relax back into the cushion, a low groan passing from my lips.

After a long five minutes the pain killer kicked in and the throbbing in my skull nearly disappeared. Bulma was standing quietly beside my chair, her back to the door. Which meant that she didn't notice Vegeta coming up behind her. Wearing an arrogant smirk, he winked at me before grasping his mate around the middle and placing his other hand over her mouth. He dragged her back a good ten feet while she struggled angrily against her captor. He bent his head down to whisper something in her ear, and her eyes narrowed, glittering dangerously. His hand slowly released her mouth, and she stayed silent.

But it was the stillness before the storm, and didn't last long. Not long at all.

"I swear Vegeta if you think you can threaten me into doing anyt-" His hand came back to quiet her again, but she was ready this time, her mouth still open mid-word. He cursed when small teeth sank into his fingers, at the same moment she stomped hard on his foot, if not causing him pain then at least surprising him into releasing her. Throwing him a triumphant grin over her shoulder she walked to a safe distance before turning back in his direction.

He advanced on her slowly, stopping to stand quite close in front of her.

"Do not think you will get off so easily…" he told her, one hand dragging up her arm to her neck, stopping as three fingers covered a scar that I had not noticed until now. I shook my head in disbelief; Vegeta was in deep with this one.

In the blink of an eye a giggling Bulma was scooped into his arms, and Bulma paused in her giggling to call over Vegeta's shoulder, "Just go upstairs and pick a room that you like where the door is open." She broke off into squirming laughter as Vegeta (I assume) began to tickle her. The door shuts behind the two, and I allow a few moments of thoughtful silence before leaving also.

The room is spacious and light, at least until I shut the blinds and quench the lights. The bed is firm and soft and, still exhausted from my earlier low power level, it's all too easy to fall into a deep sleep.

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