Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unexplainables ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10

There was a cry and the light faded, leaving Vegeta wondering why he could still hear and see everything around him. Shouldn't he be dead?

He slowly turned back around, arm falling to allow him to view the blue-haired body that lay sprawled out before him, arm falling behind the head at an angle that seemed poised in grace even through the blood that covered the side underneath that very same arm.

With a strangled cry, he thrust himself toward the body; need to get to her canceling out his own body's want to stay still in shock. Somehow he was cradling the body, holding the head in his lap as he called to her frantically, praying to whatever gods there were for her to be all right. Her blood was seeping onto his sliver body and he cursed the hands that held her that they could not feel her properly, could not feel them as they had before.

His soul lit up as her blue eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him. She smiled as she looked into his black eyes and he buried his head in her hair, not caring that he was sobbing like a child. He felt two arms encircle him and heard her voice clearly in his ear, "Shh, it's alright, Vegeta. I understand now. I know who the other voice is." He heard her chuckle and felt the hands move to his head to raise it to look at her.

"See? Your eyes are normal again. I know. I see it in your eyes. These eyes. The voice is…." As so many times in past few days, her voice faded to a whisper that Vegeta did not hear. His eyes widened as her arms slipped from cradling his face to fall boneless to lie beside her body. Her eyes, so bright and blue as the sky of this world, faded to a gray color, the lips already taking on that same color as the body stilled completely.

Vegeta stared at the body of Bulma Briefs for a long moment, his brain not yet registering that she was dead. He continued to stare until the sound of cursing from behind him he had been ignoring up until then clearly reached his ears.

He turned his head from the body he held, not releasing it. Piccolo was physically holding down the spitting and raging woman who had fired on him-and killed Bulma. He turned back to the body, not caring about the other, but his voice clearly reached Piccolo, devoid of emotion. "Bring her here."

Piccolo was more than glad to comply. He had admired Bulma's ability to stand up to Vegeta, her ability to love the Prince who refused to be loved. And now that the Prince had realized it…now she was taken away from him.

The female he held struggled pitifully and Piccolo had to wonder what in the world such a weak thing was doing. He soon had her in front of the Prince, who did not look up from the blue-haired body he still held.

The female chuckled maliciously and hawked up a gob of spit mixed with the blood from Piccolo's punch to her mouth that she let fly to hit the dead body right in the face.

She shrank back as coal-black eyes, blacker than space even, pierced her where she was. A hand cracked across her cheek, jerking her shaven head to one side. She managed to turn her head back around to see the Hitori had resumed his place beside the woman, though he had been standing in front of her, wiping the liquid from her face and gently caressing the side of the dead woman's jaw.

Wondering at this and the fact that the Hitori's eyes were not-Hitori, she almost missed the man's faintly spoken words. "Kill her."

They had such a note of finality and defeat to them that the female shuddered despite herself. Piccolo's hold on her tightened momentarily, "She has to know where Goku is."

Vegeta waved a hand, "I don't care. Kill her or I will. It will be much more painful and time-consuming than what you will do to her. I would make her feel what I am not feeling."

"Matte!" Her voice rang out in the stillness that had descended and she realized that although she could understand their language, they could not understand hers. Surprisingly, it was the Hitori who looked at her.

"How do you know that language?" His voice was harsh, grating against her nerves, which were frayed by events not turning out as planned. It was supposed to have been simple; now it was much too complicated.

She shrugged meekly, trying to tear her own brown eyes from his black ones that were much more empty than she remembered the Hitori's ever being. "I know many languages. I was taught them. I just used this one."

The black eyes narrowed and she dared to ask what she wanted to know, "Why aren't your eyes like other Hitori? Why do you mourn her? Hitori cannot feel."

His eyes stayed locked on hers for a long moment in which she acutely felt sweat trickle down her back. The cold feeling of it made her squirm.

He broke the gaze finally, looking back down at the body as if it was the only place worthy of his gaze. "Let her go, Namek. She wishes to kill the Hitori, let her. It no longer matters."

Piccolo frowned, not having understood the words that went between the two. "No. It matters. Kami sensed a disturbance, sensed that something was coming. She came sooner than expected but it was probably her. I have questions even if you don't. Don't you want to know why she died?"

Vegeta's head bowed momentarily and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the wail he wanted to throw to the skies that held her eyes' color back into his throat. He raised his eyes to meet the female's. "What is your name?"

Swallowing back bile at the look that was still not in his eyes, she answered, "Ayamari."

He could look at her no longer than a few minutes at a time it seemed, his eyes going back to the dead one. "There is no word in the language you use to describe why I mourn her. She was not my mate-but I…."

He seemed to realize who he spoke to and his eyes flashed back up, rage making them light up as if lightening played in them. She found this emotion better than no emotion. "You use the dead language of a dead race to speak to the Prince of that dead race about his dead-" Again words failed him. No matter what language he used, he would never know what to call her that would describe what they had never had.

She looked wide-eyed at him, "You are-were Saiyan?"

He nodded mutely, eyes straying back down to her. He couldn't even pick up her body and give it a decent burial, as these humans did for their dead. "Why do you want to kill the Hitori?" His voice was empty again and she was sure his eyes would show the same.

She thrust her chest out as much as she could with the Namek holding her. "The Hitori came to our planet and forced us into a treaty with them. They killed many of my people. We worked hard to come up with a way to combat them when they came back, as they said they would, to make us join their ranks. We came up with the Virus and we took on the language of the Saiyans as a way of reminding ourselves what would happen if we just sat back and allowed ourselves to be used." The audible growl she heard from the once-Saiyan, not to mention the still-black look she was receiving, told her to move on quickly.

"They killed my family, left me alive. I was the one chosen to make sure all the Hitori were dead after the virus had been injected. I have failed my mission. Now you will go back and enslave my people." She seemed to sag down, as if she had just realized the price of failure.

Vegeta laughed; a short, mocking bark that had her gaping at him, "The one who told you those things, who 'used' you, was killed by me. I had no intention of enslaving anyone. I was-hunting…when I should have been searching." He fell silent, leaving her wondering about his last words.

"Ask her where Goku is."

Vegeta did not look up as he intoned the question, "There was another man who was supposed to be here. Where is he?"

"The one with the hair that went everywhere? I knocked him out. He thought I was some kind of kid I guess. I dragged him over there," she nodded her head, "where I came out of hiding. He had some kind of sack too. I think one of the things inside rolled out and broke. I couldn't find all the pieces to it."

Vegeta pointed back to where she had said Goku was and Piccolo frowned, "What did she say?"

Vegeta shrugged, still not looking up, as if the longer he looked at her, the more alive she would become, "She knocked him out. The dragonballs are useless. One of them fell out and broke."

Piccolo was getting sick of Vegeta's defeated attitude, "As far as I know, the dragonballs on New Namek are not useless." That was what Kami had told him at least.

Vegeta's head snapped up and Piccolo almost laughed at the comic look on his face. The man had actually forgotten about them. Instead he rolled his eyes, "I assume you'll want to leave now?"

Vegeta wordlessly nodded, this time looking down at the body with something akin to a look of wonder. Piccolo turned his attention to the woman he held, "As for you, we'll just let me have a little interrogation, hm? Then maybe Kami will be able to squeeze some information out of you. I know he certainly won't be able to handle the way I question." He smirked.

"No." Piccolo was shocked when Vegeta spoke up, "She will come with us. I don't care about what you and your counterpart have to ask her. She and my-the woman will have a little discussion. I'm pretty sure she'll want a piece of her when she comes back."

All three turned at a moaning sound, not at all surprised when a wild-haired Saiyan stepped out of the shadows, rubbing the back of his head with a pained grimace. He took in the scenery, using Yamcha's catchphrase. "What happened?"

His eyes went wide as both men reacted the same way, rolling their eyes and turning away. "What? I just asked a question!"

"What's he doing?"

Piccolo turned to the girl, staring at her for a moment before answering, "Probably the same thing he's been doing since he got her settled."

The girl wisely subsided, getting the feeling that the Namek did not want to speak with her. The one who she had hit had gone somewhere per the Namek's request not long after explaining things to him and retrieved a small chip they had put on the back of her neck so that she could easily communicate with them while still managing to speak her language. It was quite a strange sensation.

The question had been in reference to Vegeta, who had retired back to a private room in the Hitori's spaceship with Bulma's dead body. Last she had seen he had been seated next to the bed she lay on, one hand holding onto one of hers, just staring at her. His last words had been to inform him of when they reached Namek.

"So, Ayamari, what planet are you from?"

Ayamari turned to the Saiyan with wide eyes. It was the first question that had been asked of her in a manner that was not incriminating. "Well, the planet ShinRi-um, what's your name?"

The man put a hand behind his head and grinned with his eyes closed like upside down 'U's. "Oh, sorry. My name's Goku." He pointed at the Namek, "That's Piccolo. The-other two are Bulma and Vegeta.

"So that weird Namek person, the one Vegeta calls the Imperfect One, he came to your planet and enslaved you? Why didn't you just ask me about it instead of knocking me out? That hurt." He didn't sound angry, just genuinely curious.

She tilted her bald head, a symbol that she was on a quest, looking at this strange Saiyan. A Saiyan that looked adorable…was the galaxy collapsing in on itself? "Um, yeah. I didn't know you knew anything. As far as I knew the Hitori were still in the ship and I didn't want to alert them to my presence. When I saw those three come up I noticed Vegeta first. I waited. I mean; the way the woman was holding him up-" She paused. "But when he shoved her away and said those things…well, I knew he was Hitori…until I killed her. Now I have no idea about anything…. I mean, if you think you know the answers and you find you don't, what then?"

Piccolo spoke up from his place overlooking the stars that passed them, "Don't go looking for answers like Vegeta did. That's what made him what he is. He's lost everything to find out exactly what he had. Now he's trying to get it all back. The true question is, does he know what he needs back? The true question for you is have you learned anything?"

His eyes met her brown ones and she blinked, "I don't know. Maybe the lesson isn't over yet."

Piccolo nodded, gracing her with a small grin before turning back to the space outside. Goku just grinned, "The question I have is when do we eat?"

Vegeta rubbed the cold still hand in his own, wishing the lifeless eyes he had closed would open to reveal those blue eyes he hadn't known he needed to see until he could no longer see them. She could yell at him, berate him, call him everything under the sun, even hate him; he just wanted her to be alive. Dead and Bulma were just not right together.

Well, he had asked himself if he would use her again and it seemed he had. He'd pushed her away when she had just been trying to get back what she lov-did he even dare to use that word? So, when the blast that was supposed to take his life came, she had jumped in the way. He cursed her for that. She was a stupid fool to sacrifice her life for him. If it were not for him being Hitori, he would be a waste of filled space and used air.

Now her lifeless body lay beside him and he absolutely craved for it to be filled with life. They were going to New Namek. She would be wished back. He paused, suddenly as still as the dead body beside him.

Then what? Would he let her heal him and then continue his search-hunt? He buried his head in his hand, still holding onto her. He didn't even know what he was doing. What had he been thinking? He had left everything he knew to find something he didn't know. But it had seemed right, wasn't it right to search for answers?

No, not search. It had started out that way. He had been searching. Then, after the unexplainables had been erased, he had ceased searching. Ever since he had destroyed the Imperfect One, he had been hunting, looking outside of himself for answers. Could anything be found outside himself?

These questions certainly could not be answered now, with a dead body beside him and a dead soul inside. He wondered if any of the questions he had, that he could not even voice, were important.

He raised his head and looked into the lifeless, slack face, nothing of the perky, temperamental woman he had come to know in it. Yes, there was one important question to him right now. What was she to him?

A/N: (sniff) I killed Bulma! (wails) And it was fun! ^_- Oh well, we all get our kicks somehow! Well, now what? Oh yeah, the Namekian dragonballs. Let's see. We end next chapter? My goodness! And here I thought this story was like the Energizer bunny, which I do not own rights to…so I really shouldn't mention it…. Oh well. Next chapter: the end.

JadedBest: (gasp) How about both? Heehee Well, I've killed Bulma. Now, who haven't I killed in a fic…. I have a list you know. Lol His hard-headedness. Well, one more chapter…. Heehee and you know my endings…. BTW, Masamune says we (you and I) are some of the best fanfic authors on mm.org! Cool, huh? No blind date…. Oh, well. Such is my sucky life-- heehee

Re-o-ko: UH! Blaming me for failing your test, huh? I think that one's slightly better than the 'dog ate my homework' one. Well, this guilt trip may cause me to stop writing! NOT! I'm glad to know this story sticks to you that well, but I feel really bad now…. Perhaps you shouldn't read mine before a test, hmm?

Susan: Lol Twit? I really have to learn all this learn slang…. They go down the toilet like a dead hamster! Lol O_o; Nevermind.

MEOW: MY Mirai timeline one? Whoa…jeez. *_* I'm BETTER than Akira…? [but of course you are, Kahlan. You're the best d*** writer out--] (smacks self) See what you did? ^_^ Thanks! Yeah, ff.net also says something about being down in the beginning of July. Can't they do updates in Winter?

Masamune: Two words: Good luck. Thank you…. I just hope it helps in my Junior English class…. (blushes) Thanks. You can say it as many times as you wish (sorry, arrogance courtesy of Vegeta)