Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Who Are You People?? ❯ Chibi Lullaby ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer : I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters.

Blood: Well, here we are at another chapter of this fan fic… What happened to Vegeta-san? Why can't he remember anything that has happened in the last 5 years?

Vegeta clone: … isn't it obvious?

Blood: *glares daggers at him * See them? Do you see the eye daggers?

Vegeta clone: ……

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Vegeta lay there, on the ground, still wondering, `How does she know me?'

The blonde onna sauntered over and tapped on the glass. "Vegeta? Are you okay, doll?" she looked concerned. "Do you want me to get Bulma?"

He jumped to his feet and brushed himself off. Might as well interact with the ningen now that she knew that he was here. "Onna, tell me where I may find the owner of the" he gestured towards the ship. "-ship!"

The onna giggled. "Oh Vegeta, you are such a kidder! Mr. Briefs is in his office, where he usually is this time of day," she said. Then she turned and walked away to water more of those meager plants.

He still was shocked to be addressed like he knew her, but he had more important things to do than to stand around. He had to find this "Mr. Briefs" and his office. So he considered his options.

start blowing things up and find the answer

threaten the blonde onna into telling him where the office was

or find it the old fashioned way: on foot

Something in his head was telling him that number one wasn't the way to go. Wait… When did he get a subconscious? He cleared that thought away for another day. And number two……he did not want to talk to the onna again. So the last option…

On foot it was.

He had entered the "Capsule Corp." building in the front of the property and had immediately felt the urge to get back in that ship and go back to the uninhabited planet. But this wasn't a pleasure …thing. So he kept walking through. Vegeta saw the tiled floors, the huge living room, and then…

"Dad! I need some more diapers!"

He had been walking down a long hallway, and out of the corner of his eye, he had seen movement. So he had peered into the room, and what did he see? An infant.

And one with a set of healthy lungs at that.

Hush little chibi, don't say a word

Kaasan's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

The Ouji no Saiyans silently listened and watched as a blue haired woman cradled the infant and sang to it. The infant kept right on bawling.

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Kaasan's gonna have to pawn her diamond ring.

Vegeta moved from the door into the room and was still quiet. The onna kept right on singing to her child. He could see that it was a newly born one with tufts of purplish hair on its almost bald head.

And if that diamond ring don't provide-

Okay, now it was getting pathetic. "Hn," he made a noise.The onna looked up, startled. "Oh! You're back all ready?"

Vegeta glanced over his shoulder. Was someone else behind him that she was talking to?

She smiled. "I'm talking to you, baka!" She laid the infant down in its cradle and tucked a blanket in with it. Then she looked up at Vegeta blankly. "I hope that the ship is ok?"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her by her slender neck. He was sweating profusely, and wanted answers. "Who are you people? How do you know me?" he demanded.

The onna gasped for air. "V-Vegeta! W-why are you…?!" she cried. "Le-let me down!" Her legs and arms thrashed violently.

For some reason, his eyes traveled over to the cradle, and what it protected inside. The infant…its mother would be the most important thing in the world to it. He loosened his grip on the onna's neck. Then he lowered her to the ground. "Feh…I'll get my answers one way or another…"

The onna wasn't going to let it go. "Vegeta, you baka! You yarou! How DARE you?!" she screamed.

He frowned. Why was this feeling familiar? He had never seen this woman in his life, yet he felt as if…A hand collided with his cheek. Of course. The typical woman's reaction. It did not hurt at all but…the fact that this onna had the nerve to touch him. It angered him.

"What the HELL is your problem?!" she yelled. "You don't just live in someone's house for a year, run off, then come back and try to kill them!"

Vegeta said nothing, but clenched his fists even tighter. What was she..? She was babbling lies, he decided. She must have been one crazy bitch to first hit him, and then yell a bunch of bullshit in his face. He would enjoy taking her ship again. If it were hers at all.

"So why don't you just get the hell out of here and go lock yourself back in your training room all day! Forget about your son!"

His hand was gripping her neck again. "Listen, bitch! I do NOT have a son! I do NOT know you! So why don't you just go back to singing your little "Chibi Lullaby" and get the hell out of my face!" he barked. Then he dropped her on the floor and backed out of the room.

Vegeta continued down the long hall and looked at his hands. They were shaking. Why were they shaking?

Because he had realized that he knew her name. Bulma.

Blood: There. I know that I make ridiculously short chapters, but I'm not the greatest typist in the world, and my hands know it. So I'll update soon.

Vegeta clone:*muttering* lazy assed otaku bitch…

Blood: *slowly pulling out the mallet* Hey Vegeta…