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Dragonball: Vertigo	By : Lucythebeast Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DragonBall V: A World Both
Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 26: Just When I Thought I Was Out…. They Pulled Me
Back In!

Videl hurried down the stairs, wishing that she could fly
like some of the superheroes you might see on television so that she could
reach her destination faster, and nearly tripped in her haste. She swore a
relatively benign curse that would be quite naughty had any other 8 (and a
half!) year old heard it, and finally made it down to her father’s gym which
was built into the lowest level of their mansion. <This house is just way
too big! What is the point of it when it’s only me and Dad? We should have at
least one family living with us or something… sheesh!>
She ran into the training room, easily ducking the kicks and punches thrown
into the air by Mr. Satan’s lowest skill leveled students as she weaved her way
through them, finally reaching the front of the dojo. “Dad!” She called, trying
to get the man’s attention.

“Uh, Videl honey, daddy’s a little busy right now. We can
play later, ok? Shoo on back upstairs and play with your dolls or something.”
Hercule stated dismissively with a wave of his hand.

A few of the students began to laugh but they all turned the
chortles into nervous coughs when the girl glared at them before fixing the
scathing look back on her father. “If I wanted to play I certainly wouldn’t
play with you, father. Now, will you let me tell you why I came down here
please?” She bit her lip and hoped that the man wouldn’t react harshly to her
disrespect. The matter was a bit too important to worry about politeness.

Mr. Satan crossed his arms over his chest and scowled down
at the girl, trying to intimidate her. He felt a bit nervous when she just
glared back up at him, challenge in her eye. <Whoa… I know that look. Her
mother use to give it to me when I she thought I was being a jerk. Oh, what the
hell she’s already interrupted the class. Might as well find out why. Probably
lost one of her dolls or something. She uh… does have dolls, doesn’t she?>
“Yes, what is it sweetie pie? Make it quick.”

Videl suppressed a growl. <I love you dad but sometimes
you are such a jerk!> “There’s a report on the television. Some people are
destroying Ginger Town! The whole city is in flames. They’re calling for any
help they can get. I even saw Gohan there. You know, the guy who beat me at the
Budoukai? I figure if he’s there then martial artists like us could help too.
We should go, daddy. Please? We have to help somehow.”

Hercule scratched the back of his head nervously. “Uh… well
that’s a little out of our league, pumpkin. Let the military and the police
handle it, that’s their jobs! What am I supposed to do, run up and punch one of
them while the others are distracted? I’d get shot for sure. No, just relax and
try not to get too upset by it.”

“Did you say Ginger Town!? My wife and kids are still in
that town!” One of the students cried out.

“I have an aunt that lives in Ginger Town!” Another said as
she panicked.

“You have to do something, Satan-sensei! My parents live in
Ginger Town!” A third yelled.

“Eh… I guess I could at least offer some fighting advice to
the soldiers…” Hercule said nervously. <Damn! I’m gunna
die… I just know it! What do they expect me to do against a bunch of crazy
people with guns!? Make deadly fighting poses at them?! Shoot beams of energy
out of my hands and burn them into cinders? Let’s be real!>

“Uh, dad? Actually there’s only two guys.” Videl offered up.

Hercule smiled triumphantly. “Why didn’t you say so sooner!?
Of course I’ll help! It’s the least the world champion could do!” He hurried
off, hoping that even though there was only two of them, that they would be
taken care of before he got there.

Videl hurried after him but he had taken off in his plane
before she could reach him. “Darn it! I wanted to go too! I sure wish people
could really fly, I’d be there so fast that those bad guys wouldn’t even see me
coming until they were looking up at me from the ground, broken and bleeding!”
Videl clenched her fist and grinned sadistically as she imagined herself
beating the two men that she didn’t know where really androids into the ground.

****************************

Chichi rubbed her face gently with the palm of her hand and
giggled. “Bulma.” She smiled fondly at her friend. “You were right. Sake was
exactly what I needed to calm my nerves. You’re such a good friend to give me
yummy and delicious sake!”

Bulma smiled at Chichi, though she was sweating a bit. <I
didn’t realize she had such a low tolerance for alcohol… wow. Two servings of
sake and she’s already loopy!> “It takes my mind off my worries too.”

Chichi giggled at a memory. “One time, Goku picked up a
bottle of sake and thought it was water and he drank the whole thing down
before he realized it tasted funny. He got so
hyper! He was almost literally bouncing off the walls for a good half hour,
then he slumped over and was deeply asleep about an hour. Then he woke up
refreshed as if he had slept a whole night. Those Saiyans are just amazing.”
She paused for a few moments and her eyes clouded in sorrow. “I miss him so
much it’s slowly killing me. The only thing keeping me going is knowing that I
have to raise Gohan. And that’s… slowly becoming not enough. Oh Kami… please don’t ever tell anyone I said that!”

Bulma leaned over and gave the [AN: Bulma threatened to no
longer do my evil bidding if I didn’t add SLIGHTLY] younger woman a comforting
hug, all the while thankful that Puar had dragged the
perverted pig off to help her clean the abandoned Kame
house. It had taken threatening to have a pig roast, and when that didn’t work,
Bulma had offered Oolong a piece of candy and he had fallen for it just as he
had years before when they had first met. It only took one ‘Piggy piggy piggy!’ call before Oolong felt it was best that he take
his leave. “Don’t worry about it, Chichi. I understand completely. I’d feel the
same way if I ever lost Vegeta.”

Chichi sniffed and wiped away a tear though another quickly
took its place. “The worst part is this damn Saiyan bonding. I can never
remarry because of it! What would be the point if I couldn’t bring myself to
make love with him, and even if I could I could never bear him a child? The
bonding was great in theory but it is just torture if one half of the mated
pair dies young. Oh, I’m a wicked woman for even thinking about this!”

Bulma patted the woman’s back and frowned. “No, no it’s
natural, sweetie. Don’t sweat it. Perhaps you should consider moving here? It
must be pretty lonely way out there in the country…”

Chichi sniffed and pulled away from the hug. “No, that is my
home. Goku built that house for me and I’ll damned sure live there until I die.
It’s one of the only things I have left that remind me of him, besides Gohan.”

“I understand completely.” Bulma replied in a tender tone.
They stared at each other for a long moment, the alcohol numbing their brains
slightly. As one they leaned closer and moments later their lips touched. For
nearly a whole minute they stayed that way, just lightly pressing their lips
together, but then unconsciously they both deepened the kiss. Fingers
inevitably found their ways into each other’s hair and soft sighs escaped their
lips as they pulled apart.

They both blushed, both from the alcohol and the kiss, and
Chichi brought a hand up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. “That sake went
straight to my head, Bulma-chan. I think it’s time I
went to bed.”

Bulma nodded, a look of awe still on her face. “Hai. Oyasumi, Chi-chan.” They stood up and walked up the stairs and cast one
last longing look at each other. Had there been any insects in the purified air
in the Capsule Corp. house, they likely would have been zapped from the
electricity that seemed to be flowing between the two ladies. Finally they both
entered their rooms, Chichi into one of the many guest rooms and Bulma of
course into her own room.

Bulma had been staring up at the ceiling for over half of an
hour when her door creeped open slowly. The blue
haired lady’s eyes drifted shut for a moment then reopened as she felt a warm
body slide into the bed next to her. “Chi-chan?” She
turned to regard the other lady with surprise.

“I just… don’t want to be alone tonight. May I sleep here, Bulma-chan?” Chichi asked in a soft and nearly desperate
tone.

Bulma blinked a few times before responding. “Hai. Of course.” They both sighed softly as they moved
closer together and cuddled up. After a few tender caresses and a smile or two,
they both drifted off to sleep feeling a bit more at peace.

********************

Vegeta caught up to the two androids finally and released a
blast of ki to get their attention. Both of the twins
stopped in midair and turned to look at the Saiyan prince in surprise. “You’re
still after us? You must be bored. Vegeta, isn’t it?” 17 asked with a haughty
grin.

“That’s Vegeta-sama to you, baka!”
The prince replied with arrogance. “Now, I’ve come to fight you, tin cans. And
I will crush you into spare parts!”

“You really want to throw your life away for no reason?
We’ve done nothing to you.” 18 stated in a flat tone.

Vegeta’s hands clenched into fists. “You’ve wounded my pride
by knocking me on my ass and leaving me in the dirt, you brainless hunk of
scrap metal! I demand you fight me at once! If you beg for mercy, perhaps I’ll
even let you live, if that’s what you call your pathetic existence!”

17 grinned. “Sounds like fun. We have nothing better to do.
We can go pay a little visit to Son and his family after we take care of the
precious little Vegeta-chan, na?”

18 shrugged. “Whatever. It should prove amusing to stain the
dust with his arrogant blood. I imagine it would hurt his pride more to be
defeated by a cute little girl like me, ne? Come
then, little prince, and show me that you deserve to exist.”

Vegeta growled and launched forward in an offensive assault,
angered by the insults. He didn’t even bother asking 17 to stay out of it for
he was too enraged to care. “Feel the wrath of the prince of Saiyans, you
little toy!” Vegeta yelled as his fist connected with the android’s lovely
face. “The only thing you’ve felt until now was that baka scientists hands all
over your precious little body, na? Did he finger you
while you were still half built? Did he climb onto you and use you for his own
pleasure? Were you intended to be his sex slave? Your fighting would suggest
that.” Vegeta taunted.

18’s eyes narrowed in fury. “Shut the fuck up!” She shouted,
using her anger to power her kick that landed squarely into the prince’s ribs.
“You don’t know anything about me, you piece of trash!” Her fist shot forward
and cracked into the side of the Saiyan’s head making
him crash into a rock wall nearby. “You think you can faze me? Dr. Gero was a piece of trash. He didn’t dare do anything to me
<at least while I was conscious…> because he knew I’d destroy him if he
did! Just like I’ll destroy you!” She launched forward and buried her knee into
his solar plexus and smiled in satisfaction when he coughed up blood onto her.
“Aw… not feeling too well, my little prince?”

18’s finger brushed against his cheek as she gave the Saiyan
prince a wicked smile. Vegeta growled and clenched his fists and released a
burst of energy that shattered the rock around him. He used the momentum to
swing at the android and connected solidly with her face and sent her flying.
He took to the air and pummeled her in the gut in midair and when she landed on
her back he came down on top of her and held her wrists down with his arms.
“You’re lucky I’m bonded, android, or I might take advantage of this situation.
But you’re probably accustomed to that by now. But I must say, the doctor gave
you one hell of a figure… too bad you’re nothing but plastic and metal.”

18 struggled for a few moments but couldn’t get the leverage
needed to throw the prince off. “Get off me, you perverted freak!”

“Do I need to step in, 18? You seem a little… disadvantaged
at the moment.” 17 observed dryly.

“Don’t you dare. I haven’t given up yet.” 18 spat out,
making her brother shrug his shoulders and lean casually back against a
telephone pole with his hands in his pockets. “Now as for you… either do
something or get the hell off me and fight me. This position is meaningless.”

Vegeta raised his eyebrows and grinned. “Still some fight
left in you, you fragile little girl? Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
Warrior instincts urging him on, he shifted the android’s arms so that both
were behind held down by one hand and he leaned back so that more of his weight
was on her legs. His free hand trailed down over her body and paused a moment
to cup her surprisingly soft and supple breast before moving down over her
toned stomach. “This is what you were made for, na?”

18 struggled and hissed in anger. “Get the hell off me, you
freak! What are you doing!? You better not be doing what I… Kami!”
18 struggled even harder when the prince’s offending finger entered her sex.
Though she’d never admit it, the thought of the prince taking her was very
thrilling. But her fighting instincts demanded that she not let him get that
kind of advantage over her so she continued to struggle, despite the burning in
her cybernetically enhanced veins.

Vegeta cast a wary eye towards Android #17, who was glaring
at him but apparently trusting that his sister could handle the situation by
herself. A haughty grin spread over his face and he touched the girl in places
that made her squirm more than in just a way to get free. He almost expected to
get aroused, but even thinking of Bulma did not fool his body. However, as his
thoughts drifted to Bulma, guilt edged its way into his mind. He glanced up and
saw Trunks approaching and his guilt deepened. A moment later he was thrown off
by an angry android.

18 straightened her clothes and glared at the prince in a
manner that if looks could kill, the Saiyan would have spontaneously combusted.
“I’m surprised at you, Vegeta. I half expected you to rape me. Perhaps you
realized that if you did so, I would crush every bone in your body in such a
manner that you’d be alive to experience every agonizing moment of pain until I
was satisfied and let you die.”

The Saiyan prince glowered at the girl and shook his head.
“I realized there was no honor in what I was doing. I…” <Just say it, honor
demands it. My pride demands it!> “I’m sorry.”

18 stared at the prince in shock for a long moment before
her eyes narrowed. “I won’t stop fighting you after what you did. Are you
trying to weasel your way out of it?”

“Iie. Let’s get this over with, I
have a wife to return to. Come at me, you useless hunk of scrap parts!” Vegeta
resumed his fighting stance, growling from having to apologize.

18 sniffed and launched into an offensive barrage, not
bothering to accept the apology. She didn’t want to, for she was still angry at
being taken advantage of. She’d never admit it out loud but the prince was
nearly as strong as she was and had much more fighting experience so he was
able to gain advantages over her such as the one he used to nearly defile her.
But, her strength was still superior and she landed more blows then she took
and soon the prince’s face was a crimson mask of blood and bruises. “Still
feeling cocky, little prince?”

“Father! I’ll help you!” Trunks shouted, drawing his sword.

“If you get involved, so will I.” 17 stated flatly.
<Finally a chance to kick some ass. 18 shouldn’t get all the fun.> His eyes twitched as the rest of the Z warriors
landed and observed the situation. “The fight is between 18 and Vegeta. If
anyone interferes I will fight as well. So stay out of it!” He announced, much
to the warriors’ annoyance.

“Stay out of it!” Vegeta commanded, more to Trunks who was
still fidgeting nervously than anyone else. “Let’s get back to it, tin can.”
The prince shot a ki blast at the girl and
disappeared, reappearing behind her when she dodged the attack and used the
opening to drive both of his fists into the girl’s skull.

The android girl went rolling and staggered up to her feet
and rubbed at her sore head. “Good move. Not enough, though.” She spat out. She
blasted at the prince in a burst of speed and when Vegeta tried to attack her
he hit nothing but an after image, or more precisely a fore-image, as 18 moved
forward and drove her fist deep into the gut of the Saiyan warrior, her arm
sinking in to the elbow as she took advantage of the opening. “Not quick
enough… or perhaps too quick? Too bad. You almost beat me… in your dreams.” Vegeta’s
face went from an expression of pain and shock to annoyance but the girl’s arm
shot forward and cracked into his temple before he could muster up the strength
to counter. “Poor Vegeta. If only you had just left us alone.”

“Father!?” Trunks cried.

“Cool it, tailless wonder.” Peasa chided him. “I didn’t hear
him ask for any help.”

Trunks flashed an annoyed glare towards her but remained
silent as Vegeta picked himself off the ground and spat blood onto the dirt.
“Not bad. But I’m still standing.”

18 smirked. “If you’d like to remain that way, just give it
up now. You cannot win. 17 and I have a date with Son Goku that we really
should keep. So, if you’ll excuse us…”

“Your fight is with me,
you glorified toaster oven!” Vegeta shouted and launched an attack.

18 disappeared and reappeared behind him and shot her leg
forward and into the prince’s arm, hearing the satisfying crack and crunch of
shattering bone. Vegeta screamed in agony and fell to his knees, clutching the
injured arm. “Oh my, I think I broke him.” 18 joked dryly.

“Father, no!!!”
Trunks cried and jumped forward, slashing at the girl with his sword in an
attempt to slay her before she finished off the prince of Saiyans.

18 brought her arm up and grimaced as the sword impacted
against her arm and shattered. She could feel a cut and a bruise form where the
blade hit, but she ignored the pain and slammed her fist into the boy’s nose
and shattered it then kicked him in the ribs. “Damn little brat!” She spat out.

The other Z warriors, save Krillin, jumped in to join the
battle after Trunks fell to his knees and both androids pounded them into the
ground in mere moments. 18 smiled at Vegeta who very unsteadily made his way up
to his feet. “I’m not dead yet.” Vegeta gasped out, his face paled by the agony
coursing through his arm and body.

“Hmph. You might as well be. But,
so be it.” 18 shrugged and jumped up to deliver a thunderous kick to the Saiyan’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. She glared down
at him for a moment then stepped onto his shattered arm and began to grind her
foot down on it. “This is for touching me without my permission. And it’s also
to remind you of your crushing defeat so you won’t waste your life in trying
again. Just stay out of it, our business is with Son and no one else.” 18 stepped
onto the injured limb with more force, making the prince scream even louder in
agony. The girl looked up at Krillin, who stared in fear as his comrade was
tortured.

The monk looked over at Peasa and frowned when he saw the
male android inspecting her tail curiously, pulling away her gi pants to see if her tail was really attached to her
body. “Nice ass.” Number 17 observed with a wicked grin.

“Don’t be crude, 17.” 18 frowned in annoyance as her foot
continued to grind into the prince’s arm. She looked down at him as he weakly
gripped her ankle in an effort to stop the torture. “Now, will you leave us
alone, little prince?”

“Going... to… kill… you… ko… musume!” Vegeta gasped out, though he was in no position to
carry out the threat.

18 sighed and stepped back then delivered a hard kick to the
prince’s shattered arm. Vegeta screamed in agony then passed out. “Stubborn
little prick.” She frowned and looked over at 17 who was still staring at the
Saiyan girl’s pert bottom. “Um… 17? Let’s go.”

Android 17 stood reluctantly and let the girl’s pants fall
back into place. “I don’t think this one is human.” He observed.

“I really don’t care.” 18 stated as she walked over to stare
Krillin in the eye who was shaking in fear, especially after he saw how the
mighty prince had fallen. “You seem to be the only halfway intelligent one in
the bunch. They’ll survive, but you might want to get them to the hospital. Or
perhaps those… what do you call them… senzu beans?
See ya later, cutie.” 18 leaned forward and pressed
her lips against Krillin’s then took to the air,
chuckling at how red the monk’s face had turned. <Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
we have fear to desire in 1.4 seconds! A new record!> The androids took to
the air, both chuckling at their own thoughts.

Krillin slumped down to his knees and clutched his chest, as
if to confirm that he was still alive. “Oh… man. What was that kiss about?” He
glanced at the Z warriors and grimaced. “Crap, what am I gunna
do about you guys? We really should have gotten some senzu
beans before we went after those androids.”

“Aw, man. It looks like I was too late! Looks like you guys
got put through the wringer!” A jovial and strangely familiar voice said a
meter or so away.

Krillin looked up and gasped, seeing a very familiar man
standing there and pulling his fingers away from his forehead as he observed
the carnage around him. “It can’t be… Goku!?”

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What… you thought he was dead? Teehee.
You’re all so gullible. ;) Chichi never felt like she had lost Goku in her heart,
if you’ll remember. ;) Explanations on what exactly happened will of course
have to wait till next chapter. It’s just so dramatic to end the story there, ne? Oh and the title is fairly appropriate because it can
apply to Mr. Satan, Goku, and one could even argue Bulma and Chichi as well! Haha Next chapter: Goku’s story and the aftermath of a
major ass kicking. Reviews are as always appreciated! Ja
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