Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta Black & White ❯ Behind Closed Doors ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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A/N: Sorry for the wait writers block didn't help me these last two weeks till today I finally got some work really done on this. Sorry! R&R

Bulma sat in her room, her logical mind tinkering away with the little find of hers. Unsure of what to make of it she could only logically assume that Vegeta still carried it with him for some reason. She doubted anything sentimental, the bastard didn't even know how to say the word, let alone have anything remote to sentimental. I just wonder why? What reason at all could he have? She pondered and thought, she sat it on her desk taking a pen and poking and prodding it as if it were a specimen on a dissecting table but seemingly more out of a boredom and irritation then reason. It just didn't make much sense to her.
The hours of her time were closing and she was growing more irritated. Growling to herself she poked hard with her pen and she heard a click and a small empty compartment. " huh?" She said setting down her pen and lifting it up her finely manicured nails pushing open the small slot. it looked almost impossible to notice but there was a slight indentation now as she was looking hard at it. She probably never noticed it when she reconfigured Raditz's scouter but she guessed his had one they didn't seem different. It was like a disk reader or something but it had to be very small. Much like.... Her eyes fell to the small black chip beside her. That... well there's one mystery down and many more to go. Sliding in the small black chip she heard the scouter bleep to life taking it up to her eye she watched a series of numbers pop up in the same alien language as before, but lucky for her she kept that data for translation nearby. Heading over to her laptop she plugged in a small wire connecting to the scouter. Having the computer reset its language to english for her she looked as there appeared to be a number of dates. Obviously not earth ones but that didn't matter. "Well lets see what old short, arrogant pig headed asshole keeps on this thing." She told herself expecting something far different then a personal memories.
Putting it up over her ear and eye she pressed the buttons alongside the scouter watching as she scrolled up the dates and found a late date wanting to know what was going on early in Vegeta's mind. The screen flashed before an image of Vegeta appeared his much more youthful appearance then as he was being looked down upon.
"Come on Vegeta you know you want all your first steps documented. Im sure that your dad would like to see just-!" The person holding the scouter being slammed in the face by Vegeta's kid fist. She even flinched as the person fell back to the ground and looked up dizzy as the motion spun and Vegeta reached down pulling off the scouter. He placed it over his face.
" Your such a fucking moron Raditz don't push my buttons im still your prince and stronger then you." Vegeta said looking down as Raditz's armor had a large crack in its plate. Man even for a kid his attitude is just a bad, you figure they could of raised him with some morals. The head swiveled to another form as Nappa approached a small top of hair on his head, the signs of balding appearing as he walked up to Vegeta.
" Sire.... Frieza....you should know...." It appeared Nappa couldn't even stomach to say it. I wonder what- The scouter fell as Vegeta walked off from where Vegeta came, his hands balled and his head slunk between his shoulders. " The bastard! He's our prince... not...not.. some! Play toy!" Nappa yelled angrily punching the ground the scouter shaking as Nappa fell to his knee as Raditz came up to the scouter.
" That asshole as if he's ruined us enough... may whatever God's exist give mercy to our prince." The screen flicked off and Bulma sat there silent, her voice mute. She didn't know what Vegeta had gone through but it was seriously severe to make those two want mercy for him. She clicked the scouter another few more times and went to the next one.
Vegeta had grown up much more about thirteen or fourteen at least. She could tell by the reflection of himself in the water, blood and long cuts littered his face and body. A scowl on his face as she could see crimson blood mixed with water drip over the scouter lens clouding up the screen. Slowly though she saw the screen shake as it got taken off. The water hazing out the focus as she saw a male foot step over in front of the scouter and go into the water.
Bulma flushed herself although she knew Vegeta was only a child but still his appearance differed little save for the bulging body he had now, only younger from what she could gather from the sight of parts of his back she noticed his clean cut muscles, not massive but well defined.
The scouter watched as Vegeta dove underneath the water his black mane disappearing beneath the water. Watching for what seemed like a minute he resurfaced his face towards her but the water had covered most of Vegeta. Leaving her mind to wonder just how big was the teen Vegeta. His feet passed over the scouter and scooped it up the scene ending quickly.
"Well this really helps, watching Vegeta be as he is now." She sighed blowing some hair from her face. " Silent, arrogant and still an asshole." She said though feeling some sympathy for his childhood after viewing the first clip. She scrolled down the list and found a little earlier date. This one shined with Vegeta's form sitting and looking at the scouter.
" Its been so long... so very long since i've unburdened my sins, my life I will admit is and shall remain a never ending war between the memories in my head and the hell I live through now. I come baring what little truth exists inside this shell I have become. The planets of Shoja, Yerelta, Unside, and Xris have all been ripped apart by my hands. I still can see the fresh blood spilt over the land, I can smell the metal in my nose. I can taste it... its sickening to see myself as my purpose. The great sayjin race become nothing more than marauders and pillagers. Making wages barely enough to suffice life itself. Frieza wishes us to be starved and much more loyal, knowing that should we succumb to our desires that we grow more wicked and I know that. Having to resort to eating the bodies of my fallen enemies and drinking water at every available moment. I will be one to admit its a challenge to not just accept fate and die on some planet. But I know that would give nothing to myself and give Frieza the knowledge that he has bested me. The only reason I exist is to see his life end by my hand, I wish to squeeze every single moment inside his brain into my hands. To rip him to pieces as he did me as a child...." His face shifted from view as he looked away in pain, his eyes showing the horror he lived through. " I want Frieza to know fear. To know helpless, to know all the horror that one can give to any living creature as he does to every single being in existence. I do not want to become a super-sayjin, I need it! I want to feel strong for once to know the pinnacle of our race to stand proud and with honor as my people once did in history that was lost through time. For that day alive as a super-sayjin I may be able to make some amends for the true monster I am. I truly know I am one because every night I am reminded of it. I stand alone watching as the countless souls that died by my head lay beneath a crater, their cries and screams for vengeance echo across the world. They wish to reach up, snag my feet with their bones and spirits and drag me down, so far down into them I will suffer as they do now. How truly low a creature am I? One who has little in life, my pride and the notion of being stronger, killing Frieza and standing supreme for once and for all times. I will laugh down upon the masses who look up at me wishing to do what I have done. I will sit upon a throne made from bone and blood as a sign that I am a monster for I cannot be forgiven, I cannot be any worse then who I am now." He leaned back his head resting against the wall behind him for about a minute, no sounds or movement just him gazing up at the ceiling until he reached down and clicked off the scouter.
Bulma sat there stunned, unable to being to comprehend just how Vegeta was actually....well normal! He wasn't some simple mass murderer, death didn't arouse him or anything. He regretted what he had done and actually had feelings. Getting up she held the scouter on her face as she was just looking at the number of entries in this thing, she wondered if she should? That this might backfire that Vegeta would rip her head off but she could already guess he had enough reasons to do so with her. " Besides he doesn't need to know!" She chided to herself with a smile. Deciding to call it night as she changed her clothes and got into bed but not removing the scouter. This was too good to pass up, if anything she could find out more dirt on the prince of all assholes.

The next morning came quickly and Bulma had fallen asleep with the scouter covering her face, the scouter itself rousing her as a large power came to her door. It flashed and blinked waking her groggily as she turned to the door. The impending flashes of the scouter made her snap wide awake she had just pulled it off her face and tucked it beneath her pillow as the door was thrown open violently.
One figure stood in her doorway, bandages still covering his forehead and wrists. His knees were bent slightly and he seemed shaking but he kept himself at his cold composure but ushered his demand. " Fix it." Was all he said. His half dead look starring at her. Her mind recalling the drugs were still in his system and he was still rather weak but still strong enough to move about and demand orders.
Her early morning, not to mention rudely awoken morning made her angry very fast." No can do Veg head! You did a serious number to the gravity chamber its not going to be running for weeks, and bitching and screaming at me wont help any so don't even start! So just do me one hell of a big favor and go back to bed!" She said sternly, pointing a finger directly at him. " You've already done enough damage this week to amass for the food bill we spend on you so far, you not only blew open a large hole in the top but all to most of the outer circuitry will have to be replaced and completely washed out as they were exposed to the elements for too long outside. This is your fault Vegeta so don't you dare yell at me!" She said as he looked to berate her.
" If it wasn't so blasted weak! As its creators, if you gave it specifications that-!" " Don't you even dare Vegeta! That gravity chamber had been modified every week and nothing in the universe can stop you from blowing it too hell, and not to mention no other race can make this brilliant device so you had better shove that weak shit back up your ass!" She fired back at him.
" Insolent bitch!" Was all he snarled back at her.
" Pig headed asshole! When's the last time you ever thanked my family? Thanked me for that matter for all we do for you huh!? We give you everything you need and yet you feel the need for more! Why don't you just deal with life like others!" She spat at him.
" I don't need to thank anyone! If I ever choose to spare anyone on this worthless ball of mud it would be your family, for im sure I would sooner need this device the moment the androids and Kakarot are dead for what they've done to me!" He yelled back in retaliation.
" Oh well Vegeta, you know damn well my family wouldn't and no matter if you threatened my father he wouldn't do it. He's a man of science he would know just how sick you would....." She trailed off as she remembered the little device laying underneath her pillow. " Forget it... Just leave me alone." She said going back to lay down.
" What's this!? Giving up where's my verbal spar woman don't you want to scream at me. Don't you wish to tell me how much I deserve to die?" He chuckled thinking himself victorious in this battle of wits.
" Don't bother with baiting me. Im tired and this entire conversation is pointless because we have to fix the gravity chamber. So just go away." She said waving her hand as she tried to go back to sleep.
" I don't care about that now it doesn't help me because I still need something to train with. Any minuscule weights or even a system would be sufficient, so give it too me now. I have-!" His voice fell as he collapsed to a knee. The slumping of his figure getting Bulma's attention as she got out of bed quickly, her new found sympathy for him though not much she wasn't going to be a cruel bitch. " Do not help me! I can handle myself I am no child!" He growled with his head hung.
Bulma didn't listen she never had before. Reaching down she grasped the underside of his strong arm and using her little strength pulled him up. " Your not a child Vegeta, but you deserve help. Even you truly need to feel strong." She said smiling at him, her mind remembering that little message. Her words definitely struck inside him as he said nothing through his lidded eyes, something was there and she didn't know just what but she wasn't given much as it fell as Vegeta snorted.
" Fine you may assist me woman, but do not ever think to touch me again without my permission." He growled at her and she only looked away as she helped him back to his room. While for once getting close to Vegeta without having either side ripping at each others throats. If this means getting him off my back, then its definitely worth it.
They were silent save for the close feeling Bulma got being next to Vegeta, his strong arm around her back as she held his wrist. He was mostly silent but she could feel his eyes looking at her, if she even dared look the little peace could be another battle ground. So she decided against it until she got to the room.
Helping him to the bed was it as he removed his arm and laid back into the bed, relief showing on his face as his body was still not responding to him fully she guessed. " Oh and Veggie was wondering if you would want some Diary or something since you might be in here another day or two?" She asked with a deceptive smile, though he couldn't know that." Why would I ever!? Woman do you think me some sentimental fool!?" He yelled at her angrily, had Bulma not seen the device and his thoughts he gave a hell of a convincing argument.
" Your so full of it Vegeta well anyways that little monitor over there records your voice so if you want some memories of this little room feel free to speak your mind." She said with a laugh to herself before walking out.

Vegeta lay there in that bed for how many hours that day, dozing in and out of consciousness as the drugs worked on and off. His body trying to fight off the horse tranquilizers they put into him but it was an even battle. The slow spinning white ceiling fan became his focus, watching it lazily spin around and around. He wondered briefly if the woman had some change? First she was screaming at him ready to rip his head off with her viper tongue to being helpful, almost complacent as if....she seemed to understand him....
" Your not a child Vegeta, but you deserve help. Even you truly need to feel strong." Just what in the hell brought on that thought from her? She always bitched at me that I trained to much and that I would sooner kill myself then slow down. How true that statement was at times.... But where did this come from?
It soon became dark as he lay there, his thoughts hadn't changed. Still trying to understand just why she had said something to him? Something that struck something deep inside him. He didn't know what it was or if he could ever find out but he knew one thing. I don't like it.... I don't like it at all.... If it can draw my focus away this easily. My training will slump, my desire for power will falter slightly. It is a emotion that I cannot afford. But I doubt she will ever give such... disgusting.... kindness to me again.......




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