Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unexplainables ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6

Vegeta looked directly at the Voice and the Namek-Cyborg nodded, giving a silent command for the attack to halt. All three fighters stumbled in the middle of attacks and defenses as the robots suddenly stopped, gathering around the Voice. Both Goku and Gohan gave audible gasps at the revealed Namek.

Nothing was said, could be said, as the Voice's group landed before Vegeta. Vegeta did not break eye contact with the Voice as he touched down before him, not even when the woman in his arm landed a vicious mule kick to his groin, causing him to grunt. He did break it when the female apologized, glancing down at her.

The Voice chuckled. "My dear, I don't think apologies are what you'll be wanting to say. But it hardly matters." He made an imperious command with one hand, edging a probe forward to the female, who took one look at the probe and let out a shrill shriek. It probably wasn't helping that the robot looked like a spider. Arachnophobia had ever been a curse of Bulma's.

She suddenly found herself thrown backwards past the robots to skid across the ground. "Kakarott!"

Goku, mouth still agape at not only the revealing of the Voice, but at Vegeta's obvious betrayal and Bulma's predicament, shook his head at the shout. His battle-driven mind processed the shout and its meaning to put him protectively in front of Bulma, batting away any and all probes that tried to get to her with Super Saiyan strength. He silently wished the Prince good luck.

Vegeta had charged the startled Voice as soon as he had flung Bulma away from him. The diversionary tactic had worked and allowed Vegeta to get in one, two hits, one to the head and another to the gut, doubling the Voice over before his next kick was caught and he himself flung back.

Vegeta stopped himself and again charged the Voice, whose green features were going red with rage. The Namek maddeningly blocked punch, after kick, after attack and was beginning to smirk at Vegeta's failed attempts.

Vegeta could not keep up the attack, made evident by the presence of a fist into his gut, which had him gasping for air. Instead of pressing the attack, the Voice grabbed Vegeta by the collar and hauled him inches from his face.

"That was very stupid, Vegeta. I don't know what you think you are doing, but you will not be doing it for long."

Vegeta echoed Bulma's earlier attack, head snapping up to coldly meet the Voice's eyes as his knee snapped up to meet his vital area, which, despite being asexual, all Nameks had.

This time it was the Namek who doubled over, releasing Vegeta. Vegeta floated back a ways before putting both hands slightly behind him and thrusting them forward, power contained in them hurling at the Voice. "GALLIC GUN!"

He did not wait for the cloud to dissipate, charging into it and connecting with the half-flesh, half-metal body, propelling the Voice out of the cloud and following after. The voice scowled down at the smoking and charred flesh of his abdomen and met Vegeta head-on with his own charge. Both flew at each other, one thirsty for revenge and giving pain, taking care of this problem, the other with a need to fulfill a duty, to be true to who he now was.

Fist met with fist in a blow that produced lightening bolts from the powers wielded. Those on the ground found themselves dodging this lightening as they continued to watch the battle.

Vegeta's leg came up for a roundhouse only to be blocked by a knee, which caught his own leg with his knee up, kick not yet fully extended. Vegeta ducked beneath a swinging fist and rammed a punch into the Voice's stomach. Unfortunately, the Voice had reacted to Vegeta's duck, backing up and sidestepping, thereby dodging the hit to his stomach and aiming a front snap kick at Vegeta's partially exposed side. The fact that Vegeta had this blocked with an elbow somewhat kept him from having to pick himself off the ground.

Still, he barely caught his wind before the Namek was on him again, fist knocking his head to one side. Vegeta allowed the momentum of the hit to knock him to the side, and, when the Voice tried to follow up with a roundhouse to his stomach, Vegeta twisted out of the way, spinning feet catching the Namek on the jaw and sending him flying to the side.

Vegeta charged once again, only to gasp out in pain as a before hidden ki blast hit him pointblank in the gut from the recovered Namek. He felt himself collide with the ground, having missed the whole falling thing for the pain.

The Voice landed with both feet on Vegeta's already injured gut, causing him to bellow in agony. The Voice chuckled and stepped off the downed Cyborg, making sure to grind his heels into him.

"Well, Vegeta. Looks like this is the end of the road for you. You should have stayed loyal. You should not have gone looking for answers where they do not exist."

Flashes of the room with the threads pass passed quickly before his mind. He saw clearly the blue thread hanging before him, he again touched it and his mind suddenly went to the recent memory of the kiss. It had felt the same, confusing yet real. He'd never felt 'real' before.

The Voice, ki blast aimed at Vegeta, paused as he saw the man struggling to stand. He lowered the blast slightly to watch with amusement as the man tried to get up, failed, then tried again, finally on his elbows, facing the Voice. His eyebrows were lowered, shadowing his eyes, making them darker than they already were. Darker?

He watched Vegeta rise up slowly but steadily, blast held back by a need to see Vegeta's eyes clearly. He saw them very clearly when Vegeta phased in front of him, hand clamped around his throat. Gone were the silvery pools of light. Two obsidian orbs pierced straight through, filled with all the unexplainables that the Voice had tried to erase from Vegeta.

Despite this, his self-preservation mode kicked in and he tried desperately to disgorge an egg, to shoot it far away to exact his vengeance at another time. Nothing happened. As Vegeta had lost the ability to go Super Saiyan, so the Namek had sacrificed the ability to procreate.

The Voice had time to scream in frustration and rage before Vegeta's ki blast ripped from the hand holding his throat, separating head from body in a bloody display of gore that flung itself everywhere.

Vegeta released the headless body and turned from it as if it were no longer of any interest to him. His silver eyes took in the scene of a Super Saiyan Goku throwing probe after probe away with ki blasts. With a preemptory gesture, Vegeta halted the probes, which all turned to him. Vegeta conferred wordlessly with them for some minutes, in which the rest of the group merely waited in silence, Bulma finally standing to join Goku as the rest of the Z warriors took up similar positions.

Finally the probes and automatons, which had been waiting to the side, turned and started into the ship. As Vegeta approached the group, Goku dropped out of Super Saiyan and stepped forward as representative of the Senshi.

Vegeta spoke up before the other could, "We leave now."

Whatever train of thought Goku had must have stalled, for his mouth opened with no words issuing from it.

Bulma though, had plenty to say, "What do you mean 'we leave now'? You're not going anywhere! We have to change you back. Then we get rid of these Hitori." One of her hands lashed back to take in the ship. She hadn't really meant that last to come out the way it did.

Vegeta tilted his head to one side, eyes flashing as the light reflected off them. "I am Hitori, woman. I do not wish to be turned back. The Voice has opened many questions for me. I will search for them; make the Hitori better. If you destroy the Hitori, you destroy me."

Piccolo stepped forward then, wanting to swerve around the emotional potholes Bulma seemed to want to hit, "We can't allow you to go around the universe forcing people to become Hitori."

Vegeta flicked a hand disinterestedly at the Namek, "We will not add any more to the Hitori, voluntary or involuntary. The risks to the Hitori are too great. We will be one being. Truly Hitori."

Piccolo raised an eyebrow at the litany that he was sure would be falling daily from Vegeta's lips now. "If you think that this will help you find your answers…I personally think you're looking in the wrong direction."

Vegeta did not answer, instead looking over as one of the automatons approached, helping a dazed Yamcha to stand with the rest of the Z group. He put a hand to his head, which had a good-sized lump on one side and winced, "Can I hit him back?"

Goku put a hand behind his head and laughed uncertainly, "Well if it'll make you feel better. But I'm not carrying you back home."

Yamcha winced again at the thought of more pain, "Good point." He looked around and asked the question that was becoming his catch phrase, "What happened?"

As the rest of the group caught Yamcha up, Bulma stepped closer to Vegeta, "You can't leave. If you just stay here for a little bit, we'll find out a way to make this all work out." She touched his arm, but the metal underneath her was cold.

"It all has worked out, woman. I just have to find the answers." His face was colder. It might as well been encased in the same steel his body was.

"Vegeta, what are the questions?" She scowled at him, wishing he would show some emotion, or at least make sense.

He shrugged minutely, "I don't know."

Bulma's eyes widened, "Then how do you know they're out in space? What if they're right under your nose?"

Vegeta shook his head and removed the grip from his arm with one hand, "I don't know. But the Hitori have been almost everywhere, if anyone can find out where the answers are, we can." He leaned in close, taking in her scent as he had done in the room where he had kissed her, "I will come back when I find them."

Bulma's eyes closed softly as she leaned forward, breathing out a sigh anticipatory of another kiss, perhaps this one with more emotion.

She opened her eyes when the contact did not come to find Vegeta gone from in front of her. She turned around in time to see the ship lifting off the ground. She knew the numbness she felt now would give way to something she did not look forward to feeling. Goku's look wasn't helping either.

Vegeta himself did not look back as the ship left Earth. There were too many answers ahead. He could not think of what he had left behind or he would falter in the long journey ahead.

A/N: Shortest chapter yet. So, ready to kill me yet. We've got awhile to go before the end I tell you! Bet you all thought he was fine there for a second didn't you? Well, now they've separated. Whatever shall I do now…? I'll update Friday to let you know!

Moonsaiyanprincess: I hope so too! Man, what will it take? ^_^

Not sure yet: True. Very dull! From what I've seen in psychology classes, 'we're all mad here' Who ever knew the Mad Hatter could be so very right? Lol

Ssjprincess: Wow, trying to catch up, huh? Well, you'd best be covering Vegeta's ears and eyes…. You know, hear no evil, see no evil (forget it! I'm not asking him to speak no evil! Then I'd have no fun!) Very good on the Borg thing. I don't like Star Trek very well, but I ended up making them very alike…. Oh, Yamcha-bashing, you'll definitely like this fic! Lol Assimilated him in chapter 1? Nope. Just made him-closer to them…. ^_^ Doesn't make sense? I know. Every word? O_o Hmmm, emotions are unexplainables? I'll have to think about that…. Jeez, having about 60 pages of this already done sure does help the thought processes…. Heehee Cliffhangers abound in this story! There. Caught up with your reviews! Lol

xangeliz91487x: Man, that was a hard pen name to write! Lol Um, sweet? Ok…. Yeah, but it was supposed to be more angst and then 'oh no!' at the end. Though Yamcha bashing is always funny!

Danieloflorien: Thank you!

Susan: (huffs) That's very important actually! See-oh durn it! You'll see! Yamcha is never ok, he's Yamcha…. Now, I can't believe you think he would ever do that! ^_^ (shrugs) They'll scratch their butts and watch?

Re-o-ko: (gg) Thanks! I love B/V. I never have a chapter without it….