Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance So Sweet ❯ Dr Who in the What Now? ( Chapter 2 )

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

Hey there. Thank you for your patience as the story starts to unfold..the pace is a bit slower but I expect it to pick up.

Vengeance So Sweet Chapter 2: Dr. Who in the What now?

It was the oddest thing...... Newly crowned King of all Saiyans Vegeta could hear his fellow Saiyans several rooms away, cackling and laughing like fools. Vegeta was puzzled....these are some of the strongest beings in the known universe and they were doing something.......idiotic! He decided to investigate, and possibly reprimand some individuals for this clown-like behavior. The closer he advanced on the scene, the more sickened he became with every guffaw that he heard. And that smell. a very delicious smell --popcorn?!?

He heard a voice now, of someone he knew as a senior advisory, named Prime. "Are you serious, my Queen?" Vegeta overheard. "You can't believe this idiot has ever truly been in space?" The rest of the Saiyans in the recreation room howled as they listened to something sounding like a primitive android spew the most trite verbiage ever spoken.

"Exterminate all humans!" it shrieked. The cry pierced Vegeta's sensitive hearing like a laser, adding to his irritation. Are they listening to a transmission from outer space?

Prime continued to protest, "Are you jesting? That is it's 'battle cry?' And why does it have a plunger for an arm, that thing can'r possibly use it for anything except cleaning a latrine!?" Peels of laughter erupted from the room. One of those laughs belonged to the King's mate, the Queen of all Saiyans, Dr. Bulma Briefs, who seemed to be enjoying the festivities as much as everyone else.

The shrill cries of the robot continued, "Exterminate, annihilate, DESTROY!!!"

One of the subordinate Saiyans took initiative, taking a quick stab at being funny" With what, yourwhisk? Are you destroying a race and making them an omelet? Pathetic!" getting some laughs but not as much as Prime.

Without hesitation, Vegeta barreled into the room determined to put a halt to this idiocy. He paused for a second, startled to find many of his loyal servants gawking at a large video monitor, displaying what looked like a large vacuum cleaner with antenna, a plunger, and an egg-beater for arms, just like he heard. The thing on the screen was comical in it's display of blinking lights and no apparent capability for hand-to hand combat....

"What is going on?!?!?" he bellowed. All of them jumped to attention, caught with their proverbial hands in the cookie jar.

Vegeta was absolutely astounded by his surroundings. Apparently while he was dealing with matters of concerning peace and governance, his mate has found time to build a state of the art theater viewing room complete with overly large video screens, comfortable seating and enhanced acoustics. Rage began to boil slowly in his stomach at the overall waste of space and resources.

"My King, we were just enjoying some ..." Prime started but theexplanationdied on his lips as Vegeta's angry gaze rolled over him. He lowered his eyes knowing that any excuse would not be acceptable.

"I suggest." Vegeta said in a low and dangerous tone "that you all return to your duties. Now!"

As quick as their legs could carry, thechastenedSaiyans beat a hasty retreat back to their stations. A severely agitated King Vegeta stared after them with his mouth opening to unleash another angry tort.

It was during this gap in speech that Bulma spoke up, "My King", she spoke respectfully, "I merely thought to show some of our brethren some earth culture, namely television, and an old show I enjoyed watching as a child." she bowed her head and gave Vegeta a slight hint of her pouting lips. " If anyone is to be reprimanded, it is me, I take full responsibility"

Vegeta's facade softened just a fraction at that moment. "Onna,' he began still tightly wound "warriors need focus anddiscipline, not..." he flicked his eyes to the video screen "asinineentertainment".

"Oh Vegeta that is nonsense. A little fun to take the pressure off is good for morale. Lately, training has been going well and..."

"I WILL DECIDE WHEN TRAINING IS GOING WELL!" Vegeta exploded. Bulma instinctively jerked her head back as if she had been slapped. A tear was stinging as it formed in her eyes at this near-tyranical outburst from her husband.

Bulma sensed his power levels increased rapidly, such an intense reaction!

Vegeta did nothing however, just stood with chest heaving. heart beating rapidly, veins protruding from his neck, trying to calm his rage. He was desperately trying to master himself as he sensed the hurt an anguish Bulma just experienced because of his prompt outrage and remarks.

Bulma could detect a turmoil on the edges of his mind, she could feel he was projecting a bit of sorrow for this reaction. He attempted to show softness, by taking a step forward to caress her cheek and soothe the rebuke. However, just as Vegeta's fingers brushed Bulma's face, she turned ever so slightly, avoiding this "touch" of affection.

These outburts have become more common from Vegeta he now realizes. Is this the new 'normal' as he further assimilates himself into the role of Sovereign Lord of all Saiyans? So preoccupied was Vegeta with making his father proud and fulfillinghis responsibilities that at the existence of the smallest imperfections caused him to overreact.To make matters worse was that his constant gut-churning worry over matters of State was having a profound effect on their bond---turning what was once so strong and vibrant into a shallow echo. The chasm between them was getting wider by the day with no end in sight.

Vegeta could feel the distance and although he didn't express it, it was killing his spirit. He needed an emphatic renewal of their bond as it nourished his soul. He decided that time is now.

Bulma thought it best leave, as Vegeta hasn't come down from this outburst yet and still showe a very high power level. She tried to slip around him--escape his presence and administer her own brand of punishment - shunning him. She'd stay away from him, stay out his way, stay out of his meetings, stay out of his bed.

As she made her move, he quickly softened up and grabbed her waist firmly pulling her closer--not flush leaving an inch or two of electrified air between them.

Bulma's eyes were downcast. Barely holding back a flood of tears, the space she felt between them was swallowing her whole. Itbaffledher that should could be this close to Vegeta, hersoul mate, yet still feel worlds apart from him. That thought deepened the sadness thatpermeatedher heart.

Vegetagentlypicked up Bulma's hand and placed it against his chest over his heart. That act triggered a flow of tears from his mate. Vegeta caressed her hand and stepped closer to her. He leaned his forehead against Bulma's reveling in the contact. This was not going by her plan, Bulma thought as tears dropped from her chin.

Bulma could hear him projecting to her but it was faint, almost like an echo down a long dark hallway. Vegeta's thoughts were heard in her mind in his usual rusty baritone voice. Bulma was visibly shaking as she openly cried. Gods how she wanted to believe this would pass and he would be the man she fell in love with! Her scientific mind kept prodding her with the notion that Vegeta would never be the same again that he hadholisticallychanged. Could she accept him like this? Could she accept him no matter what?

It was killing Vegeta to feel the worry and doubt swirling within Bulma. He began to rain small kisses on her temple and cheek to help ease her angst. Finally bringing her into his chest in a full embrace, he buried his nose in her hair. Bulma's scent had never been so sweet..... He swallowed a knot of emotion building in his throat over this creature's anguish and fear, who he loved so dearly.

Through the hurt she could hear his plea, closer and stronger now. Bulma lifted her tear-stained eyes to meet his. Behind all the bluster of Vegeta being a new King, he stood before her simply as her mate. She lent into Vegeta, taking his lips with her own. He was surprised and thankful to any god who would have him for this momentous break. Vegeta began to thread his hand though Bulma's azure lockselicitinga moan for his efforts. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck deepening the kiss. Gone was the anger and tension. In its place, was relief--even if it was just momentary.

Behind the couple the video screen flickered a bit and it caught Vegeta's enhanced senses. With increasing frequency the screen flitted between static and an image. Vegeta picked up on the fluctuation pulling out of the kiss with his mate.

"What..what is it?" Bulma asked.

"Uncertain."

Vegeta stepped closer to the large monitor trying to discern the image. Suddenly the screen cleared almost completely and the face staring back at him was malevolent and full of hate. At first, the image was of a man who seemed like the camera was inches from his face, then as all static disappeared, the man stepped back from the camera, mumbling "Very good, we're in now." Vegeta recognized him instantly.

"What the fuck do you want, Frieza?!"