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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Chapter 25
Vegeta stepped out of his ship and onto the planet Vegeta-sei, where he was greeted by his Father, the many elders and Asia. It was his first visit back home in eight months. Eight months since he had lost Bulma. Eight months of hell. He hadn't spoken to her voice again. He had refused. Every once in a while, it would trouble him; usually at night after he woke up from another dream about her.
Most of the nightmares had subsided; he didn't get them that often anymore. Usually, when he did dream of her, she was alright and was telling him she was alright and wanting him to come find her. It gave him some comfort that wherever she was, she was alright. She wasn't suffering any. He liked to think that if there was an afterlife in another dimension, this is where she was. It annoyed him somewhat that she still insisted that she wasn't dead. The few times she spoke to him, she still insisted that she and Kakarott had survived. He refused to allow his mind to succumb to this obvious nonsense and kept his mental wall up. It bothered him less and less these days.
Frieza had been deliberately sending him out on useless tedious missions. Missions he would have never sent Zarbon on. He completed each and every single one efficiently and without incident. As a reward, Frieza allowed him to go home for a few days. So, here he was.
"My Son." The King greeted. "You look well."
"I am fine, Father." Vegeta replied.
"I am so glad you came to visit. Come, we have much to discuss." The King said. "Many things have happened since your departure."
Vegeta nodded and followed his father into the palace and into his private study.
"I assume your time with Lord Frieza has done you well?" The King asked taking a seat at his desk and looking his son over. He had definitely changed over the last several months.
"It is what it is." Vegeta replied, sitting across the desk from his father. "What did you wish to discuss?"
"I was wondering how much longer you planned on serving under Lord Frieza?"
"You tell me." Vegeta replied in a clipped tone. "You were the one who made the arrangements for me."
"Vegeta, it was for your own good." The King said with a heavy sigh. "You weren't thinking straight. Something had to be done before you destroyed your life. You must understand."
"I understand completely." Vegeta replied. "You did not give a shit about anything of my wishes. You did not take the time to understand my decision or take the time to even see for yourself and consider the benefit she could have been for us."
The King shook his head. "My Son, I am truly sorry. Had I stepped in when I first suspected something, I would have spared you much grief of having to make it through a severed bond. I understand what it is like to lose a mate. Fortunately, you weren't bonded long enough for it to have effected you."
"Enough." Vegeta growled. "I did not come back here to discuss that."
"Fair enough. That's all in the past." The King nodded. "I wanted to discuss you returning here early. I feel you've put in enough time. Asia is still willing to take you as a mate. You are fortunate enough that I was able to salvage that arrangement despite that whole debacle."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "If that is why you wanted to see me then here's my answer. I will be serving under Lord Frieza indefinitely." He said, getting up to leave and slamming the door behind him. He stomped angrily down the hallway and decided he might as well return to his ship and back to Frieza's. This had been an obvious waste of his time.
As he stomped down the hallway, he decided to pay Bardock a quick visit before leaving. He had not spoken to the older Saiyan since the day he set his broken bones for him. Maybe he could see what progress he had made on that Gravity Simulator, if any.
He opened the doors to the lab and as usual, there was the older Saiyan, studying something or other on his desk.
"My Prince." He greeted, setting everything aside. "It is wonderful to see you!"
"You as well, Bardock." Vegeta nodded.
"I heard you were returning." Bardock said. "I trust you have been well?"
"I am fine." Vegeta replied.
"Good! I am glad." Bardock nodded. "I have some news that might make you happy."
"What's that?"
"I finally finished the Gravity Simulator Room." He said proudly. "It was quite a challenge, but I did it. I finished it about a week ago. I had heard of your impending visit so the timing could not have been better."
"Well done, Bardock." Vegeta said. "It works like she said it would?"
"It does." Bardock nodded. "I had Raditz test it out for me. It is truly ingenious."
"May I see it?"
"It's here, in this capsule." Bardock said, handing his Prince the familiar blue capsule. "Go ahead, open it. It will fit in here."
Vegeta tossed the capsule to the ground and out popped a spherical building. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at its size. It wasn't very large.
"It's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside* (A/N: Any Whovians out there? Lol! I couldn't resist!) so that you may be able to easily train anywhere you wish." Bardock said, knowing what he was thinking. "Come see." He said, opening it up and stepping in.
It did indeed look much larger on the inside. There was a console in the center and the rest was open space. Vegeta nodded appreciatively. Bardock showed him quickly how to work the gravity simulator and a few of the other features before exiting and capsulating it up again.
"Well done, Bardock." Vegeta said. "This will help me immensely."
"It's my pleasure, my Prince." Bardock bowed. "How have you been? Really."
Vegeta shrugged. "About as well as to be expected."
"I do not mean to pry, but did you ever get a sense of Bulma at all?" the older Saiyan asked. "I have not heard from Kakarott. I was hoping they were safe somewhere and just unable to risk making contact for fear of discovery."
Vegeta shook his head. "No."
"Nothing at all?"
"She was haunting me. In my dreams and in my head. It started about a week or so after the explosion. She insisted she and Kakarott were fine; on planet Vegas where I found her or some nonsense. I spoke to it briefly only to humor her and then severed any remains of a bond so as to not fall into a further depression."
"My Prince, what if she really was alright? Do you know what you might have done?" Bardock asked, shocked.
"I did what I had to do to not lose myself." Vegeta growled. "There is no way they could have survived. I tried for a week to sense something, anything of her and got nothing but nightmares back. Horrible things. Then this voice of hers started talking to me. I spoke to it briefly, made peace with it and put up a wall so that it would not continue to haunt me. It has worked for the most part. Some days are harder than others. It is persistent."
Bardock shook his head. He had a very bad feeling about this that Vegeta may have made a huge mistake. "You are certain it was the effects of the bond being severed and not her trying to reach out to you?"
"I believe it was her from another dimension, in the afterlife maybe." Vegeta nodded. "I once witnessed an Elite soldier having the same affects after the death of his mate. He would sit there and speak with her for hours like a fool. He carried on for weeks like that until he passed. I refuse to look like a fool and speak to dead spirits. What was done was done and cannot be undone. I cannot allow my memory of her to keep me from my goal."
Bardock nodded. It was possible it was just the bond affecting him that way. But what if? He hoped by some chance if they were still alive they would find a way to contact either himself or Vegeta. It had been eight months though and the more time went on the more unlikely it was becoming.
"I still dream of her." Vegeta admitted. "I do not allow myself to dwell on it though. We were not meant to be. There is no sense dwelling on what could have been.
"I think given different circumstances in your life, you both would have been able to make it work." Bardock said. He wasn't sure what to say to Vegeta. He hadn't seen him in almost a year and he could tell he was distant and withdrawn. He wanted to ask him more but feared he would close himself off even more than he already was.
"Hmmn." Vegeta mumbled. "I must go. I will test out the simulator and then leave. I am not sure when I will return, but you have my thanks, Bardock."
"Have you seen your father yet?"
"Briefly. He only wanted to see me about returning here and matting Asia. He so graciously looked out for my best interest and salvaged our supposed union." Vegeta spat sarcastically. "I informed him that if such is the case, I will retain my position with Lord Frieza indefinitely. I have nothing more to say to him."
Bardock shook his head. "I am sorry. It would be wonderful to have you back here permanently however, given your predicament, I understand."
Vegeta nodded. There was no way in hell he would be taking Asia as a mate. "Farewell, Bardock." He said, turning to leave.
"Take care, my Prince." Bardock nodded and watched him leave. He shook his head in despair as he watched Vegeta leave the lab. If he thought the young prince was emotionally stunted before, he most certainly was now. He could tell by the bland tone in his voice and the way his eyes were devoid of any emotion that he was just pulling through. The Vegeta eight months ago would have been beyond thrilled that the Gravity Simulator was finished.
Bardock was very worried for his Prince. At least when he was in Frieza's service before, he had Kakarott for company. Now he had no one.
Vegeta left Bardock's lab without another word and headed down the hall. He decided to grab another flight suit from his personal quarters first and then head to his island where he could test out the Gravity Simulator without any fear of discovery or disturbance.
He turned down the hall and groaned in irritation as he saw Asia waiting by the entrance of the Royal Wing. Had she been waiting for him this entire time? He rolled his eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked irritably.
"It's nice to see you again." Asia replied. "I missed you."
"Uh huh." He grunted walking past her, completely ignoring her and heading into the Royal Wing.
"I was really worried about you," She continued as she followed him. "The last time I saw you, you were in pretty bad shape."
"Well, as you can see, I am perfectly fine. Your worries were a waste of time." He replied continuing down the hall way to his room.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"To my rooms."
"Would you like some company?"
"No." he replied balling his hands in fists, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Oh. I was hoping we could maybe spend some time together since you're back for a few days."
Vegeta laughed as he continued down the hall.
"I don't see what's so funny." Asia said defensively. "I have forgiven you."
"Forgiven me?" He asked credulously. "And what, pray tell have you forgiven me for exactly?"
"For disgracing me by taking that low class slave as your mate."
Vegeta threw his head back and continued to laugh almost maniacally. "You've forgiven me?"
"I have." She replied, frowning at his laughter truly not understanding why he was laughing. "I was very hurt and offended, but I have come to terms with it. I realize that she must have somehow tricked you and it had to have been a mistake on your part. Now that some time has passed and you are of the right mind, I wish to really make an effort in our union. I know we didn't get off on the right foot, but if you would please just give me a chance-"
Vegeta grabbed her by the neck and slammed her up against the nearest wall cutting off her rambling. "You are directly responsible for her death." He growled dangerously. "It should be You seeking My forgiveness. Not the other way around."
"You are wrong. I was trying to help you from making a mistake. Please, I meant you no harm."
"Shut up." He replied in a calm voice of barely contained rage. Somehow, it was scarier than if he had decided to shout at her. "What will it take for you to leave me alone and never speak to me again?"
"We were meant for one another."
"What will it take?" he growled dangerously again, his hand tightening around her throat.
"One night." She choked out. "Just one night with me. I only want to experience what she had with you. Please. Even if it's only once."
Vegeta laughed again.
"Give me a chance. I promise. I will make it worth your while." She pleaded, touching his forearm.
"Do not be ridiculous." He said between fits of maniacal laughter. "I would rather fuck Lord Frieza."
"I'm sure that could be arranged." Asia replied coolly. "I hear that's where his preferences lay."
"You shut your mouth!" He growled angrily.
"No, really. You know, I am really starting to question your preferences." Asia persisted. "I mean, I think I should be concerned. Why is it that everywhere we go, you're always the only man in the room that doesn't want to fuck me? And then you show up with some dainty little breakable bed ornament that couldn't have been much fun and mated with her, then choose to leave with Lord Frieza when everybody knows how much you hate him. All the beatings he gave you? Maybe that's what you like?"
"Anything is better than spending another moment in your presence. Think what you want." He replied in an eerily calm voice and let her go before his rage consumed him and he did something stupid like strangle her. She wasn't worth the effort. He turned away and went into his private quarters and locked the door so she would not follow him.
"Did I strike a nerve there, my Prince?" Asia hollered at him from the other side of the door. She frowned when she didn't get any response from him at all what so ever. "Ass! One of these days you'll realize what you're throwing away and it'll be too late! I won't be here!"
Asia stood there another few moments and fumed silently. Once again, getting no response from him. What is wrong with him? He should have been thanking her! She had gotten him out of a very bad situation that he had trapped himself in. She had even in her hurt decided after careful consideration to be the bigger person and let it go. Why was she being treated as though she had done this horrible thing? He was the one who had been so stupid and irresponsible as to make his bed slave his mate. Not her. They were to be mated. He had technically been unfaithful to her if she really thought long and hard about it. Yet she had remained steadfast in her loyalties to him.
She had obsessed each day for eight months how their first meeting after his long awaited return would go. She had envisioned him sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her into his rooms to make passionate love to her over and over again in an effort to make it all up to her and apologizing for his complete lapse in judgment where Bulma had been concerned. She had even hoped and entertained the idea that maybe he would get her with child and it would be a sign that they were truly meant to be. Then the entire kingdom would celebrate and bless their union, her coronation as Princess of Vegeta-sei and the impending birth of a new heir to the throne. It was all perfect. They would be a family and she would stand by his side proudly as his mate and Queen. They would be unstoppable together.
The moment Vegeta had slammed the door in her face mere seconds ago, all of her hopes came crashing to a dramatic halt.
Deciding that he wasn't going to change his mind and invite her in, Asia stomped down the hall and left the Royal Wing. She was completely at a loss. What was she going to do? She had tried repeatedly over the last few years to seduce him and he always rebuked her advances. She was out of options now.
In a panic she went to see her father, Paragus. He always knew what to do.
Meanwhile…
Vegeta stomped angrily through his quarters. He could not believe the audacity of that woman. That she would even think he would consider touching her! It truly was laughable. He found the near sight of her almost repulsive. The thought of any kind of intimate encounter with her was unfathomable to him. She wanted one night. One night to experience what he had experienced with Bulma.
"Ha!" He laughed. "That's a good one."
He grabbed a new flight suit from the closet and was ready to head out through the balcony when he happened to notice Bulma's ipod on the night table on his side of the bed. It was right where he had left it. He couldn't bear to have the reminder at the time so he had left it behind. He shrugged and tucked it into his breast plate, taking it with him.
Vegeta stepped onto the balcony and jetted off as fast as he could to the welcomed peace and isolation of his island. A few times on the way he had nearly turned around and went back to the ship. He wasn't sure if he could handle going there. There would be nothing there but the reminder of her. It may prove to be nothing more than a distraction to him. Even he knew he had not handled her death properly. He hadn't dealt with it at all. Just buried it and used the pent up rage to complete the mundane tasks Lord Frieza sent him on. He promptly decided to continue his course and if he could not focus he would blow it up when he left.
He smirked to himself once he landed on the sand. It took him almost half the time it usually did to get here. He must have improved much in the last eight months! He was very anxious to see just how far he had come. It was getting very frustrating for him to hold himself back these past months during his training sessions and missions. He would find out right now once and for all how strong he really was and with the help of the Gravity Simulator, make himself even stronger. Frieza wouldn't even see him coming.
Vegeta trudged through the trees and into the clearing where he had taken Bulma to train. He decapsulated the Gravity room and watched as it appeared in front of him. He went inside and turned it on. His first inclination was to turn it up all the way to the maximum 500 times normal gravity. It was very tempting and he was very curious to see how much he could withstand. He was about to turn the dial all the way when he remembered Bulma's warning: It could be very dangerous. You could crush yourself like a pancake. He shrugged and set it to 100 times normal gravity to start. He could always raise it.
He took a deep breath to prepare himself as the simulation began to work. He could feel the force of the gravity pulling him down. He was still able to walk though. He decided to up it to 150 and then started warming up with sit-ups and pushups. It was definitely a challenge, but on his next work out he would definitely be raising it. This would do for now though.
He finished his warm up of pushups and sit-ups; his muscles aching already from the added stress of the gravity pulling him down. It was exhilarating. He could not remember the last time he had felt challenged during a training session. He cleared his mind and focused on the pent up energy and power that lay dormant inside him. He had been fighting to keep it locked deep inside of him so no one would know his true power. He would show them all though, eventually. He just had to be sure of his abilities and make sure he could handle them in a way to effectively get rid of everyone standing in his way quickly without expending too much energy before facing Lord Frieza.
He brought his energy up and up, letting it flow freely through him. He could feel it again as he had before hovering just at his finger tips. He let out a mighty howl and unleashed everything inside him; his rage, pain and determination to be the best and the strongest this universe had ever seen. He felt a tremendous rush and then a release unlike anything he had ever felt. It was similar to the rush he had felt when he'd destroyed Zarbon, but multiplied almost tenfold from that. He trembled as he struggled to hang onto and control this new found energy. He looked down and saw the golden aura on his hands and walked to one of the tinted windows inside the Gravity room and marveled at the reflection staring back at him.
It was him, but it wasn't. His hair was a brilliant golden yellow and his eyes a piercing, vibrant teal. He smirked at himself, watching the golden aura that enveloped his entire being. He had done it! He had ascended! And he had been able to call upon it nearly effortlessly this time.
Vegeta walked easily now to the center console as though the gravity simulator was shut off and raised the gravity to 250 times normal gravity and relished in the feel of the added pressure, though still didn't feel overly challenged with this new power flowing through him. He began shadow boxing with an invisible enemy and smirked as he felt the increase in his speed. This was amazing. The only thing he wished he had at this moment was a sparring partner so he could see just how much faster he was. His muscles ached and he began trembling some more as he tried to hang onto this new power. He knew then that he was not ready to face Lord Frieza just yet. He would have to be able to harness this power effortlessly as though he were in his original form. Only then would he be able to do this.
He let go of the golden aura. He collapsed onto his knees as he reverted back to his original self. He sat there on his knees and caught his breath, chuckling to himself. This was great! He finally had achieved his goal. Now all he had to do way find a way to e able to sustain it for a long period of time, without exhausting himself. He shook his head. As excited as he was, this had taken a lot out of him and he was exhausted and his muscled burned. He would have to find a way to do this each day. Only then would it become easier. He climbed slowly to his feet with great difficulty and shut down the Gravity Simulation. It was amazing. As a Super Saiyan, 250 times gravity was manageable. At his normal self, he could barely stand up. He decided he would have to make sure he could withstand it at his normal state just as easily as in his ascended state. That would be his goal.
Vegeta walked around the Gravity Simulator, looking at everything. He could not believe that it was finished. He looked up at the ceiling and silently thanked Bardock and the Woman. He took her ipod out from his breast plate and plugged it into a port on the center consul. No doubt, Bulma's doing. He watched the screen light up as it began to charge. Vegeta walked into the small washroom and turned the shower on. It was just a small standing room only shower, but more than sufficient.
As he waited for the water to warm up, he took off his clothes and looked back at himself in the small mirror. The next time he ascended, he would come here and take in his appearance properly. He fingered the chain and ring around his neck. He never took it off and never intended to. At the time, it had been the only reminder he had allowed himself. He didn't know why, but he had. The mark on his neck where she had bit him had almost completely healed up. He could barely see it. Most likely the regen tank had healed it. He shook his head and headed into the shower and sighed in contentment as the hot water poured down over his body, soothing his sore muscles. He hadn't been this sore in a long time and figured he had only been in here an hour or so. Imagine how much a full day in here would benefit him. It should be able to fit into the training room on his ship. Hopefully. The small training room on his current ship was smaller than the one on his other ship that Frieza had destroyed. Bulma had said she'd built the specs for it to fit in that one. He would try once he left here, which he fully intended on doing once he was done showering. He did not wish to see or speak with his father again.
Vegeta exited the shower and dried himself off with his ki. He changed into the fresh, black flight suit he had grabbed from his quarters earlier and put his armor back on. Just as he was finished putting on his boots, he received a call on his scouter. He groaned in annoyance. Who was bothering him now?
"Yes." He grunted, answering it.
"My dear Prince Vegeta." Frieza's sickly syrupy voice from the other end greeted. "I do not mean to bother you on your visit home, but there is an urgent matter that I need you to take care of for me."
"No bother at all, I was planning to leave right away as it is." Vegeta replied. Good. Now he had a legitimate excuse to leave.
"Oh, you did not enjoy your visit with your father?" Frieza asked. "I know he was so looking forward to your visit."
"I have spoken to him and there is nothing left to be said between us." Vegeta shrugged. "Where is it you are sending me?"
"I have been having problems on Planet Bellatrix.*" Frieza replied. "As you know, it is the main supplier of all our fuel. I have exclusive rights to harvest as much of it as I want for my own personal use. Someone has been strategically placing bombs and setting them off, it appears to be every two weeks."
"Right," Vegeta replied. He knew of the planet, though had never been there himself.
"I have been dealing with this for many months now and it has become a bothersome annoyance to say the least." Frieza growled. "I have sent many soldiers to rectify the situation and bring forward the pests that have the audacity to mess with what is mine. So far, they have come back empty handed and with no leads. Only that it seems to happen once every two weeks and in a different location. Though more recently, they seemed to have doubled their efforts and have been blowing up two locations at once and in critical areas. I have lost much product due to this inconvenience. I want this resolved now."
"I will head over right away, Lord Frieza." Vegeta replied.
"See to it that you go through any means possible to find these perpetrators. I want them brought back so that I may interrogate them personally." Frieza replied coolly. "I want to know if they are a part of a resistance rebel group or what. There has to be a reason for it. Captain Ginyu and his squad have returned empty handed. Twice. They just returned from their second inquiry. Mere hours after their departure, two more bombs went off. I am not happy."
"I understand."
"Find them, Vegeta and deal with them, but leave them alive. I do not care by what means, you have leave and means to use your full discretion on this matter."
"I will see to it, Lord Frieza."
"I know you will. Get to it. I expect you to resolve this quickly." Frieza replied, disconnecting.
Vegeta sighed. He didn't really feel like going on another mission, but at least he had an excuse to leave immediately and maybe he could drag this out and focus on his training without being bothered. He knew where the planet was. It would take him about a day and a half to make it. Best leave now.
He grabbed the ipod off the console and exited the gravity chamber, decapsulating it. He took off into the air and rushed back to the palace. On his way, he received a call from his father. Despite the urge to ignore it, he answered it. "What."
"Where the hell are you?" His father growled on the other end.
"Around. What does it matter?"
"Everything is prepared for the banquet tonight to celebrate your return." the King said.
"I will not be attending." Vegeta replied in a clipped tone.
"My son, it is in your honor, you must be in attendance." The King argued.
"I have been summoned by Lord Frieza. He has an urgent matter that requires my immediate attention." Vegeta replied, thankful he had a legitimate excuse to bail on a boring banquet. The last thing he wanted was to have to endure his father and the council members fawning all over him and stupid Asia pursuing him some more.
"You just returned." His father objected.
"I am well aware of that, however something of importance has come up and I am needed. Farewell." Vegeta replied and hung up on his father.
He made it back to his ship in record time. He entered it and began punching in the coordinates when he sensed someone behind him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he growled.
"I only wanted to see you off." Asia's voice answered from behind him. "Your father said you would be missing the banquet tonight because of a mission from Lord Frieza. I was very disappointed."
"Leave." He commanded, not turning to look at her.
"May I come along with you on this mission?" She asked innocently.
"No. now get off my ship before I remove you myself." He said, taking a deep breath, trying to control his temper.
"Don't be that way." she pleaded, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "It would be fun. We could go together."
"Get off me!" He spat at her, getting up off his seat and whirling around to face her.
"Come on, don't you want some company?" she continued, ignoring his harsh rebuff. "Let me see you off at least? You seem stressed. Let me help you relax before you leave."
"Get out. Now." He growled, grabbing her by her upper arm and hauling her down the ship roughly and tossing her out the door and promptly locking it. "Stupid whore!" he shouted, stomping back to his seat and firing his ship up and leaving.
Asia stomped her foot on the ground in frustration. This had been her last opportunity. She was out of options now. Her Father had given her advice and a plan for tonight that had promptly back fired with Vegeta's accepting another mission and having to leave.
The plan had been for her to drug him at the banquet and then seduce him later on and hope that she may become pregnant and entrap him that way. When she had learned that he would not be attending, she decided to try once more and boarded his ship and waited patiently for him. Initially, she had hoped he wouldn't notice her until they were well off into space. However, that backfired and she opted to try one last attempt to make him want her. She sure hadn't expected him to haul her off his ship so hastily. That had been just plain rude.
Asia headed back into the palace. Her confidence completely blown after being violently shot down twice today by the only man she had ever cared for. Who even knew when he would be back? Her father had made it very clear that she had to finalize their union on this visit by any means possible. Now she was doomed.
Doomed into a forced union with the King himself.
She knew she should have been happy with this turn of events, but she was anything but. She knew of his reputation. The thought of being mated to him nearly made her physically ill. Asia dejectedly headed back to her father's office to let him know and plan a way to get the ball rolling. No matter how much she did not want to do this, she would not fail her father.
Meanwhile…
Vegeta set his ship on auto pilot once he had left Vegeta-sei's atmosphere. He really wanted to train some more, but he was still feeling sore and exhausted from his earlier work out. He would rest for about an hour or so and then get back at it. He had a day and a half before he landed on Bellatrix and he planned to utilize the free time well.
He headed to his room. It was considerably smaller than his from on his other ship, but it was more than adequate for his needs. He pulled off his armor and poured himself a glass of wine. He took Bulma's ipod out from his pocket and turned it on; plugging the head phones into his hears and set it to random like he had before. Some sort of classical instrumentation piece came on. Something called Mozart's Requiem. He began scrolling through it out of curiosity as the music began playing.
As he scrolled through the different applications, he found tons of pictures; pictures of Bulma and a big black dog; lots of pictures of Bulma and some girl who he assumed must have been a friend of hers. She was an attractive black-haired girl, though she couldn't hold a candle to Bulma in his opinion. It looked like they had a lot of fun together. There were goofy pictures and great pictures of the two of them at different events. In all of them, Bulma looked happy and healthy, just as he had remembered her. He continued scrolling through with interest and noticed a bunch of pictures of Bulma with some guy with long hair and a scar on his face. He assumed this must have been the guy she had alluded to who had been unfaithful to her. What a goof! He thought to himself. He frowned as he studied one picture of them together. The man had a possessive hold around her waist and he noticed that though Bulma was smiling, but it wasn't a smile that reached her eyes. He scrolled through a few more and made the same observation, though she was smiling and at first glance seemed happy enough, he could tell she really wasn't.
What the hell had she seen in that guy? He wondered briefly as he continued to scroll through. He shook his head. He stopped and observed a picture of just Bulma wearing a tight blue sweater dress that perfectly accentuated her flawless figure. She must have been heading out for a special function because her hair and makeup was flawless. He studied it for a moment and then sighed. She had been a true beauty; both on the inside and out. Before he let his thoughts get carried away, he continued on.
He found pictures of an older man in a lab coat with purple hair and Bulma standing next to him also wearing a lab coat, her hair pulled up into a high ponytail and looking very professional. They looked like they were presenting a project of some sort at a convention or a meeting. He studied the older man and thought he looked vaguely familiar. He wondered briefly if this was her father? She had mentioned that he had been taken when her planet was purged. He was certain he had seen him. Maybe on Frieza's ship? That had to be it. He couldn't place where exactly or under what context, but the man was definitely familiar to him. He would have to keep an eye out for him once he returned to Frieza's ship.
Vegeta finished looking through the pictures and found another application with video footage. The music stopped as he selected one. There was Bulma, wearing a pair of very short white shorts and blue tank top. She was grinning and had the huge black dog sitting in front of her looking at her expectantly.
"Alright, ready?" She asked, looking into the camera.
"Yeah." Came a male voice.
"Okay. Please accept this video submission for the bark contest. This is my dog, Cable. I will ask him to bark, which he will do as per the contest instructions." Bulma said, gesturing to the huge dog. "Cable, Riviere!" She said to him and the dog began to bark non-stop at her. Bulma grinned and chuckled at the camera.
"Alright, enough, B." the voice on the other side said irritatingly.
"No, not yet. I want a full minute! We'll win for sure!" She replied shaking her head. "Good boy!" she coaxed the dog, who was still barking at her.
After another several more seconds, she asked the dog to stop and praised him enthusiastically and fed him something from her pocket. Vegeta smirked as he watched the dog take it gently from her hand, which could have easily fit into his mouth. The dog looked like he outweighed her by a good sixty or seventy pounds. He shook his head and went to the next one.
There was Bulma on a stage with the lavender-haired older man. It was the same as some of the pictures he had scrolled through. They were presenting what looked like a large ship. He watched fascinated as they both took turns explaining different features. Vegeta wondered if this was that project she had done but hadn't been able to complete before her planet was purged.
He could not help but smile as she enthusiastically went through everything. He had always thought she looked so beautiful when she was explaining some sort of project. She was animated and her eyes lit up. Unfortunately, the audio quality wasn't very good so he couldn't understand much of what she was explaining.
The video ended and he went to the next one, which was another one of her and her father's presentation. He watched it and then frowned as the camera came around, revealing the scar-faced goof, wiggling his eyebrows and making a stupid face. The camera then panned over to where a very attractive woman was standing off to the side. She was wearing a short skirt and low cut top.
"Yamcha?!" an angry female voice hissed. "Really?"
"What?!" he hissed back and panned the camera back to the stage where Bulma was still making her presentation. Vegeta shook his head and went to the next one.
He went through all of the videos. He wondered briefly why she had never shown them to him. Some of them were just silly. Her doing tricks with the dog, there were a bunch that were taken inside a laboratory and she was documenting progress on different projects. He smirked as he listened to her voice. There were a few of her friend doing martial arts stuff. Impressive for a human. He thought. He was intrigued by one or two videos with her and the fool called Yamcha. She always looked so stiff and uncomfortable with him and he was always trying to pull her closer to him or kiss her, which she was always subtly pulling away or would turn her face away so he would end up kissing her cheek instead. When he would object, she could come back with a light hearted retort. That had never been the case with us. He thought to himself in dismay.
When he was done the videos, the music came back on where it had left off and he laid there for a bit listening to it. He really liked it and made note to learn how to find it another time. This Mozart Requiem Mass suited his mood. He finished the whole thing and was almost disappointed when something completely different started. He took that as his cue that his break time was over and decided to do more training in the Gravity Room.
Exactly one and a half days later…
Bulma and Kakarott sat on a patio on planet Bellatrix. They were enjoying a nice drink and meal. If there was no sign of Vegeta by tomorrow morning, they would head back home again. Kakarott was extremely anxious to get back. He and Chi-Chi had finally taken the plunge and were happily mated and bonded. She was pregnant with their first child. She was four months along now and already as big as a house. Bulma was more than thrilled for her two best friends but couldn't help but feel the slight pang of sadness.
Vegeta had made it perfectly clear that he did not want her getting pregnant ever. At the time, she had been alright with it, but now seeing how happy her friend was gave her second thoughts. Kakarott was a doting husband, giving into her friend's every whim and desire. She shook her head as he never seemed to mind doting on her no matter how ridiculous the request. Chi-Chi had come with them on a few of their missions but once Kakarott had found out she was pregnant, he refused to allow her to accompany them, much to Chi-Chi's displeasure. She hated being left behind every two weeks for a few days.
Bulma wondered how Vegeta would have reacted if she had gotten pregnant. Would he be as sweet as Kakarott had been to Chi-Chi or would he have been angry? She wondered what he would have thought if she'd had a child and then found him now. Hmm. No, she'd still be pregnant. Still, she wondered what his reaction would have been?
She sighed and ran her fingers through her short blue hair. She had cut it a few months back in an elegant chin-length bob that was shorter in the back than it was in the front. It was too hot both here and on their now home planet of Callisto**. She was considering cutting it even shorter, the heat wave today becoming too much for her. She wore a light weight pink tank top and white shorts.
"So, do you think anyone's coming?" She asked. This whole thing was beginning to feel hopeless. Ever since she woke up this morning, she had a very anxious feeling. She wasn't sure why.
"I don't know." Kakarott shrugged. It had been two days since their last bomb. It had been in a major artery as well. They had stayed away from bombing areas that would cause much damage but had decided to up their efforts in hopes that Lord Frieza would send Vegeta to deal with this. "I'm very surprised he hasn't sent Vegeta. He's sent the Ginyu Force twice, so we've definitely caught his attention. Vegeta would have to be the next step in his effort to figure this out short from coming here himself."Bulma nodded. Usually they arrived at night and she and Kakarott waited near the ship docks. So far nothing.
"Well, I'm done here. I'm going to take a shower and get ready to wait. Meet you at the docks in about an hour?"
"Sure thing. Just be careful." Kakarott nodded.
Bulma headed up the stairs where her hotel room was this time. They chose a different hotel each time and wore different disguises as well so no one would be suspicious. This time, Bulma chose a shoulder-length Cleopatra-style wig. She put on a flattering blue loose chiffon halter dress that was tight in the bust and loose and flowy down past her waist down to her knees.
She finished showering and getting herself ready. She ran down the stairs and walked carefully down the street. This hotel wasn't far from the docks. She saw Kakarott waiting and sitting casually on a bench.
"Want to get some food?" he asked.
"We just ate." Bulma replied.
"I know, but I'm still hungry and I like this place because we can get a clear view of everyone arriving." Kakarott argued.
"Alright, alright." Bulma sighed, following him into the restaurant and onto the patio.
"You've barely eaten." Kakarott replied as Bulma ordered only a drink to settle her nerves.
"I'm not hungry. I have a good feeling this time." She confessed. "My stomach has been in knots this whole day. I'm really certain he's coming. I wasn't sure, but in the last few hours, it's like I can feel him. I don't know if that's true or just in my head due to wishful thinking."
"You could be right." Kakarott shrugged. "You should be able to feel him. However, given the circumstances and him blocking you out all together, it would make it very difficult for you. You never know though! Let's hope you're right."
The two continued to sit in companionable silence together; Bulma's anxiety climbing by the moment. She really hoped it was because he was on his way. She didn't think she could take much more of this.
Bulma began to think of what she would say to him when she saw him. She had run through this scenario a thousand times over in her head. She had dreamt up every possible scenario from running up to him and into his arms and kissing him within an inch of his life to smacking him for putting her through so much these past months and then leaving him to come find her with the knowledge that she was alive and well. She had no idea. She just hoped with every fiber of her being that he was coming this time. She could not stand this any longer.
"Bulma?" Kakarott said, reaching over the table to touch her hand, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Hmm?" She replied. He had a funny look on his face.
"Look over there." He said nodding to the shipping dock.
Bulma turned to look, and there he was. She held her breath as she watched him walk into the city. There was no mistake about it, it was him. He seemed different though. He looked older, more severe. Though, he was just as devastatingly handsome as ever. "Oh my God." She whispered. "Kakarot. What do I do?" She asked in panic as she watched him come closer, completely oblivious to their presence. She felt frightened. He did not look like he was in a good mood.
"Go with the plan." Kakarott said. "It should be easy. It looks like he's on his own. I don't sense anyone else. Go follow him. When he stops somewhere, talk to him."
"What if he tells me to get lost?" Bulma asked now feeling panicked. After all these months of nothing now that he was here, she couldn't move. She was so afraid he'd reject her even after knowing she was alive and well. What if he didn't want her anymore? Then what?
"He won't." Kakarott grinned. "Just go with the plan. I'll keep an eye on you and if I need to talk some sense into him, I will. Now go, before you lose him."
Bulma nodded. "If this works, I don't know…"
"I will meet you at the ship tomorrow morning." He replied with a knowing look. "Now go. Make the best of it. Now's your chance."
Bulma straightened out her wig and dress nervously, and left the restaurant. She nervously headed down the street and followed him. He was walking at such a brisk pace she had to nearly jog to catch up to him. She hurried and watched him just in front of her. She decided to sneak down an alley way on her right and walk back up the street in the opposite direction so she would "accidentally" run into him. He was most likely heading to the hotel that all of Frieza's soldiers seemed to stay at when they came here, which was that way but he obviously didn't know he could cut across the alley way.
She took a deep breath and surged forward up the street and looked desperately for him. The street was quite busy, so she was hoping she hadn't missed him. Just as she was ready to give up, she spotted him.
Bulma discreetly meandered through the crowd so that she was walking head on towards him. He would have no choice but to talk to her. Her heart pounded as they walked closer and closer to each other. This was it. Finally. She had to make sure to convince him to come see her. What if he didn't though? Oh god. She thought to herself, he was just feet away from her.
She looked away to the right as if she were observing something interesting and walked right into him.
"Would you watch where you're going, you stupid woman?" he bellowed at her angrily.
"I am sorry, sir." She replied nervously looking right at him. He looked so angry; the look he was giving sent a wave of fear down her spine.
He paused for a moment and looked right into her eyes. He blinked a few times in what Bulma hoped was recognition, but her heart sank as confusion clouded his features and then he scowled dangerously at her. "Whatever." He mumbled and kept going.
"Hey, wait!" Bulma said, shaking her head and remembering the plan. She turned quickly and grabbed his arm.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, yanking his arm back viciously and turning angrily at her. "You dare to touch me?"
"I am sorry, sir." Bulma rambled; she had never been on this side of his temper. He looked like he was going to strike her. "I have an urgent message for you though."
"What's that?" He growled furiously.
"Bulma sends her regards." She said quickly, handing him a small piece of paper and running up the street and losing herself through the crowd before she could read his response. She just hoped with every fiber of her being that this worked.
*AUTHORS NOTE FUN FACT: The Planet Bellatrix is one of the planets part of the Orion Constellation. It is the third brightest star in the Orion Constellation and known to be the 27th brightest star in the night's sky. Bellatrix's luminosity is derived from its high temperature rather than its radius. It serves as Orion's left shoulder. Bellatrix is also Latin for "Female Warrior".
This is apparently a massive star with an estimated age of 20million years and has about 8.4 times the mass of the Sun and the effective temperature of the outer envelope of this star is 22,000 K which is considerably hotter than the 5,778 K on the Sun. This high temperature gives this star the blue-white hue. I chose it because it has high heat temperatures. I thought it would be appropriate and I wanted to find something real rather than make it up, though I did make up all that stuff about being able to harvest fuel. Also, I learned something today too! :D I thought I'd share it with you all. All information courtesy of Wikipedia and thank you Ancient Aliens for covering a bunch of stuff on Orion while I was working on this story and piquing my interest enough to do some digging. My husband loves that show and happened to be watching it while I was working on this. Normally I don't pay much attention, but today learned something interesting!
**AUTHORS NOTE FUN FACT II: The planet of Callisto is the eighth moon of Jupiter. It was discovered by by Galileo and Marius in 1610. Callisto is only slightly smaller than Mercury but only a third of its mass and is 60% rock and iron. Not sure what I'm going to do with that, if anything. Just thought it was interesting. Unfortunately the other 40% is apparently ice, but I've decided it's a tropical planet for my story. Just go with it- at least it exists.. Read more about Callisto by
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