Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Enemy or Friend... or Enemy? ( Chapter 11 )

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YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.
CHAPTER 11 – Enemy or Friend… or Enemy?
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL/Z/GT.ALL CHARACTERS ARE A PRODUCT OF AKIRA TORIYAMA.This story may contain Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence/Gore, Strong Language, Ideologically Sensitive.A/N: -thought-"speech"(mental speech)

Vegeta was caught in an impasse.  On the one hand he had Bulma in the clutches of the most powerfully evil being in the known universe which his instincts cried out save her.  On the other hand he had his rival, the reject saiyan, in the opposite direction and his pride screamed to him to seek him out and take his revenge.  Here he was two decisions and he was too weak to handle either.  –DAMN IT!  Is my life just some fucking cosmic JOKE!-
Vegeta roared in uncontainable rage at his weakness and made his decision that he hoped that he wouldn’t regret.  He would seek out Kakarott, but his revenge would have to be placed on the back burner for now.  If he was to save Bulma he would need the other saiyans… dare he say it… help.

It had been only a short while they had been walking through the ship arm in arm.  Bulma cringed inwardly at the proximity of his cold flesh to her soft warm skin.  She had told Frieza her story starting from when the saiyans arrived on her planet and how they were stopped from purging her planet.  She said nothing of the fact that the beings that halted their plans were also of saiyan blood.  
Frieza seemed amused at the saiyans defeat on Earth and particular enthralled on how Vegeta was easily defeated.  He mused to himself thinking that the monkey prince must have been weaker than he thought.  He laughed out loud at the amputation of the prince’s most prized possession, his tail.  “What a shock to his pride that must have been.”  The lord squealed in delight.  Then she told the pasty white creature of her journey to Namek.  She was careful to leave out specific locations and coordinates.  She also left out the fact that anyone traveled with her.  All in all she spoke the truth and told the lord exactly what he had asked for, but she made a point not to volunteer any information.

Silence filled the void and it was then that Bulma became even more uncomfortable.  The chilled air in the ship caused her skin to become as goose flesh and the skimpy clothing she was wearing did little to help warm her.  Air passed easily through the sheer fabric and the metal clasps seemed to burn her they were so cold.  Bulma had somehow managed to find herself in one unfortunate circumstance after another.  
Frieza seemed to tire of her company and dropped her off at the room he had fetched her from.  He said nothing as he left the room and the doors closed and locked behind him. Bulma stood in the center of the room staring blankly for a moment.  “Can this get any worse?”  She spoke quietly to herself.
“Aw, come on, love.  It cannot be that bad.”  A voice from the corner of the room startled her back to her senses.  “My name’s Jeice and I’m your personal guard. Let’s just say I’ll keep you if you keep me.”  He was a younger soldier from what she had seen at least last twenties or early thirties.  He leered at her as he licked his lips and looked over her body.
Bulma didn’t like the way he was looking at her when he spoke.  –Is this ship filled with creepy assholes!  No wonder Vegeta had been…-  At her last thought she hung her head and sighed. –Vegeta…-  Her forlorn expression held momentary before she realized what a pathetic fool she must look like to him now.  She would not be weak.  She would survive this and somehow avenge him.  –Avenge him?  Yes, I WILL.-

Vegeta had finally made it to the spherical spaceship.  It looked as though Kakarott had yet to emerge seeing as his ki was still within the craft.  “KAKAROTT, SHOW YOURSELF!”  Vegeta bellowed expecting the blundering fool to emerge.
Minutes ticked by and no Kakarott so Vegeta hobbled over to the craft and pounded on the hull.  “Get your sorry ass out here this instant!”  Sounds of shuffling and banging could be heard from inside and then a scrambling of feat followed by a loud crash and grunts of pain.
The ramp of the ship began to descend and once down Vegeta saw Kakarott at the threshold holding a turkey leg in one hand and a half eaten ham in the other.  His cheeks were filled to capacity with food. “M-Oh, *mphf* hi-m Vegeta-m.” Goku mumbled though his crewing slightly spitting food as he spoke.
“SWALLOW YOU FOOD BEFORE YOU SPEAK, YOU DISGUSTING CLOWN!”  He growled out in aggravation.
Goku’s eyes widened for a moment as the food he once held in his cheeks was momentarily stuck in his throat.  He swallowed powerfully and dislodged the painful lump food and sighed in contentment as the food passed to his stomach.  He pounded his fist his attempt to free himself of any leftover indigestion.  
Listen.  There’s an earthling woman that has been captured by Frieza’s forces-“  Vegeta began before the third class baka interrupted him.
“Bulma?!  Is she alright?!  Where did they take her?!”  Kakarott exclaimed with worry flooding his features.  Vegeta felt and a twinge of jealousy in his gut.  –What was he to her?  Certainly he could not be her… her… mate?!  Then his thoughts drifted to the younger saiyan’s brat.-
“I-I don’t…  I know where she is and I think your brat is there as well.  Look Frieza will keep them alive as long as they are of use.  Frieza wants information about the dragon balls from the woman and the brat, I would say that he is more than curious about his high power level.”  Guilt swam through his thoughts as he remembered Bulma’s face when she was taken.
Goku watched as Vegeta’s eyes reflected sorrow and he took in the prince’s appearance.  Needless to say the loveable oaf’s curiosity got the better of him.  “Why, Vegeta, you’re looking worse for the wear.”
Vegeta looked over his tattered and blood-dirt encrusted body.  “Hmph.  Are you here to give me fashion advice or are you going to help me?!”
“Lead the way Vegeta.  Oh, hey, I almost forgot.  Catch!”  The younger man gestured with one hand before another thought caught his attention.

Vegeta caught the bean in between two fingers and wrinkled his nose at the small favor.  “What is it? Poison?”
“No, it’s a sensu bean.  It gives you full health and heals all injuries.  It’s even been known to bring you back from the brink of death.”  The prince looked over the tiny green bean skeptically before her shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes and huffed in defeat.  He placed the bean in his mouth and chewed it’s crunchy, but tender flesh.
Power surged from his core and he felt his health and strength return to him ten-fold.  He stretched his power swollen muscle to adjust to his slightly increased sized. He wiped one gloved hand down the side of his sweat slicked face and then rubbed a bloody gash on his shoulder.  He wiped away the blood finding no wound underneath.  
–Now to get the woman.- He said to himself and took off into the sky with Kakarott to follow.

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