Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Twins ❯ Gathering ( Chapter 11 )

Bulma wanders through the corridors of capsule-corp., muttering darkly. She still thinks about the pregnant man sleeping in the lab - and her so-called lover, the reason for all of this shit. Shaking her head she makes a decision. It just cannot go on like this. She has to tell someone. Stepping over to a telephone, she calls a well-memorized number.

Chi-Chi drops the dish she is washing back into the wash water, and grabs for the phone. "Hello?"

On the other end, Bulma tries to compose herself enough to talk calmly. "Chi, this is Bulma… I have to talk to you. It's about Goku. Could you come here? As fast as possible?"

Chi-Chi's eyes widen at the hint of fear and anger she catches in the other woman's voice. "Bulma? Has something happened? Is my husband all right?" Mentally, she tries to figure out where the capsule with the car is, and how long it will take her to find her sons and get them ready for a trip to CC.

"Don't worry, Chi…" though Bulma personally thinks that there is much reason to worry, "he's all right - for now. But we need to talk. Come as fast as you can, okay?"

"Um, yes, certainly..." Chi-Chi glances out the window, spotting her youngest son playing a videogame under a tree. One down. "I'll be there as soon as I can get the boys ready."

Chi-Chi hangs up the phone, and sticks her head out the door. "GOTEN! GO FIND YOUR BROTHER! SOMETHING'S HAPPENED TO YOUR FATHER!" She smiles in satisfaction when the small boy drops the game and vanishes into the woods. She knew the boy would easily find his brother, if the elder boy wasn't already on his way because of her shouting. She had the capsule car ready to go by the time the two boys got back. Moments later, they were tearing up the road towards CC.

Bulma nods to herself though Chichi cannot see her, then hangs up. All right. Lots of preparations to do… Roughly half an hour later finds her sitting in the kitchen, preparing a coffee when Chichi barges in through the door, looking around hastily. Bulma smiles weakly. "Chi, over here. Some sit down. Goten, Trunks is upstairs, you can go and play with him. Oh Gohan… I didn't know you'd be coming..." She throws a quizzical look at Chichi, asking her silently why she brought both her sons.

Chi-Chi raises an eyebrow that indicates Bulma should know that of course the boys would be with her - she'd hardly leave her children home alone! She moves to take the chair Bulma offered. "Well? What happened? And don't tell me nothing, I can see quite well that you're upset... and I heard it when we talked."

Gohan looks at the women, and decides he wants Piccolo around. He flares his ki in a special pattern, then takes his own chair. He knows that Piccolo got the message, and will be arriving soon.

Bulma sighs. "Chi.. I don't know if Gohan should hear this…" But a glare from the other woman makes clear that she thinks her son is capable of hearing everything that concerns his father. Bulma gives in. "All right. Basically… well, you know that Goku was staying here so I could run tests on him and take care of him. After all what happened… I don't think Vegeta should be around him, but then again he actually seemed to try and take care, so I thought maybe it was a Saiyan thing and that there was no harm in it... but today, he's gone too far!" She pales in anger and slams a fist on the table.

Chi-Chi blinks. "Too... far? Is... is my husband okay?"

"He's all right, as I said. But you know he hasn't been eating well.. and Vegeta was growing more and more impatient with him.. and today he's decided that Goku is a danger to the cubs." She growls. "He's drugged him, Chi. He's keeping him in one of the labs, unconscious and helpless. It's disgusting! We need to do something, Chi!"

Gohan blinks as he processes the information. His mother sits in what he recognizes as the "about to explode into a major screaming fit" pose, and decides to take a chance. "Bulma, you said Dad hasn't been eating well... does Vegeta know that?"

Chi-Chi pulls herself together when her son begins talking, and takes a deep breath. Rising, she opens the refrigerator, and a moment later, is fixing a meal. Her son is right to ask... she needs information... but her mind is whirling with the little she's obtained.

Bulma turns to the young demi-Saiyan and answers earnestly. "Yes, that's why he's decided that he has to do this. But I think there must be another way of helping poor Goku through all of this. Forcing him into yet another thing surely isn't gonna help…" She sighs, softly. "I'm really worried about Goku-chan…"

Chi-Chi slams pots and pans around, biting her lip. She will not scream. Not yet. She looks pointedly at her son, who promptly turns to Bulma. "Um, Bulma? What did he drug him with? How did he manage to drug him? Dad's terrified of needles!"

"I'm not completely sure about that, Gohan. When I arrived, Vegeta had already restrained Goku and was feeding him intravenously. I can only assume that he surprised him… your father is a lot weaker these days than he used to be… and then knocked him out. I am NOT happy with that at all! It's so typical of Vegeta, always rushing forward and not thinking of the consequences! What if he hurt Goku? And what is he planning on? Keeping him down there the whole rest of the time until the birth? That's inhuman!" Bulma is really angry by now, clenching her teeth.

"INTRAVENOUS FEEDING?" Chi-Chi screeches. A pot cracks as she slams it against the counter... or maybe it was the countertop that broke. "Bulma, where is he? I'm going to get my husband!"

Dammit, Piccolo, where are you! Mom's about to go apeshit! Gohan groaned. "Um, Bulma? Does he need an IV feed?"

Bulma pales at Chi-Chi's outburst, knowing what an enraged Chi-Chi can be like. "Now, now, Chi. I agree with you, we need to do something, but this needs to be planned.. After all, Vegeta is still stronger than all of us.. save Gohan, maybe." Turning to said youth, she sighs. "I honestly am not sure, Gohan. the Saiyan physiology is just so very different from anything I know… and I never had to deal with a pregnant Saiyan before. But, from what I've seen, he is very thin, and he's depressed and therefore not eating properly. It may be that Vegeta is not completely mistaken in force-feeding him - I just don't agree with the way he chose to do it."

"A plan? We don't need a plan! We need..." Chi-Chi paused, thinking. "Okay. We need a really big knife, and someone to cause a distraction. Where's that phone?" Muttering to herself, Chi-Chi went to the phone, and began systematically calling the Z fighters.

Gohan processes the information, then squeaks. "Wait a minute! You want me to go up against Vegeta?" He starts shaking his head. "No way, no how, not without help! And... and... if Vegeta isn't wrong about feeding him..." His eyes cross and his head splats against the table. Chi-Chi puts the pan back on the stove.

Bulma shakes her head and eyes Gohan with knitted eyebrows. "The youth today.. really. Chi, stop cooking for a moment. I know you're angry, but come, sit here with me for a while. I don't think a knife will impress Vegeta very much.. what we need is a plan. A real plan...."

Chi-Chi pauses in her cooking, then shakes her head. "No, I need to do this. Otherwise... well..." she shrugs. "I'm going to kill Vegeta, you understand." She sighs, stirring the mixture she's dumped into the pot on the stove. "I called the others. All of them should be able to keep Vegeta distracted long enough to get Goku. And then, I'll kill him."

Yamcha chooses that moment to knock and enter. "Hey babe, what's up? I got some sort of weird message on my machine about Goku being a hostage?"

Bulma is speechless for a moment at how cold-bloodedly Chi is taking all of this. She stares for a few minutes at the peacefully cooking woman at the stove - a woman who has threatened to kill someone . "You cannot be serious, Chi. Oh Yamcha, hey, sit down." She turns back to Chichi. "I mean, free Goku, yes. But, kill Vegeta? Please remember, you're still speaking about the father of my child."

Chi-Chi adds another egg to the mixture. "Well, of course he is, Bulma. And I'm sure you're quite attached to him, even though he did rape your best friend and is now keeping him drugged and unconscious in a laboratory."

Yamcha blinks. "Er, what?"

Gohan groans, raising his head to discover that Yamcha has joined the gathering. "Hey, Yamcha... got any aspirin?" His head thumps back to the table.

Bulma coughs in slight embarrassment. "You do have a point there, Chi, but - isn't there another way? And how would you that anyways? Gohan has already stated he won't fight him..." She stands and walks over to the cupboard, taking out an aspirin and handing it to Gohan together with a glass of water.

At this precise moment, a tall, green figure haughtily enters the kitchen, looking around and focusing on Gohan. "You called for me, Go-kun?" Piccolo's cold eyes take in the other occupants of the kitchen.