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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 31
Lord Frieza sat in the control room of his ship his arms crossed. He had not heard from Vegeta in two weeks. At first, he had not been overly concerned. Vegeta usually did not contact him during missions until there was something to tell. However, enough time had passed that he should have heard something from him by now. Interestingly enough, there had been no more bombs going off. So he had obviously solved the problem.
He was extremely agitated that he had not heard word or sound from him. That something had happened to him was extremely unlikely. So where was he? Had he skipped out on him? In which case, where was he? It had been two weeks and it was not like Vegeta to keep such a low profile. He would sure enough make himself known.
Frieza had sent Captain Ginyu out to investigate Vegeta's disappearance. He would hopefully be hearing from him within the hour. They had tracked Vegeta's ship. It was still on Bellatrix. So either he had to be hiding there or he had gotten his hands on another ship and disappeared somewhere. Frieza figured he had taken another ship and left. The thing was where had he gone? He had spies all over the galaxy and none of them had seen him. He offered out a huge reward to anyone that could give him any information on Vegeta's whereabouts; so far nothing had come up. It was as though he had disappeared off the face of the galaxy.
Frieza sat there calmly waiting, sipping his wine contemplating Vegeta's possible whereabouts. He hadn't gone home, so where was he? More importantly Why? His woman was dead. He had nothing left but to come back here or go home. He was found neither place. Frieza had so been hoping that Vegeta had turned a corner in his life. He had been nothing but exemplary these past several months. He had done nearly everything he had asked of him and had completed his missions efficiently and flawlessly. What a general he was turning out to be! However, it did not go unnoticed by him that Vegeta ignored his advances for something more to happen between them. He simply acted as though he did not notice and this also troubled him greatly.
He sighed deeply and enjoyed another sip of his wine when almost on cue, Ginyu's face showed up on the video screen. "Lord Frieza." He greeted.
"Captain Ginyu, how nice of you to check in." Frieza said. "Have you found anything of interest?"
"I located Vegeta's ship. It's here. He sold it to some old fool."
"I see." Frieza replied. "When did this happen?"
"I don't know. A few weeks back I guess. He took that guys ship and left." Ginyu replied.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know. The guy didn't say."
"Well go back and ask him, Ginyu."
"That's the problem, my Lord." Ginyu said nervously. "I kind of blasted him."
"What? Why?" Frieza said sharply.
"He wouldn't let me on the ship to look around. He refused. Said it was his ship even though I told him it belonged to you and that Vegeta had wrongly sold it to him. It wasn't even his ship to sell. The old geezer took a swing at me with a stick. So I blasted him." Ginyu explained.
"I see." Frieza said calmly. "And did you think to ask him for a serial number for his ship he sold to Vegeta? Any planet requires that you must provide a serial number when you land. Did you think to get that from him?"
"No." Ginyu replied.
"Did you get this fool's name before blasting him so that you may ask the records people here what the serial number of his ship had been when he landed?"
"Umm. No." Ginyu said, sheepishly.
"No. Is there anything left of him that you may be able to retrieve some identification to take to the records department and find out which ship had been his?" Frieza asked, still surprisingly calm.
"No." Ginyu answered again. "There's nothing left of him, my lord. I blasted him completely so there would be no evidence left."
"I see." Frieza replied again. "So you have nothing for me then. Only that you know Vegeta took another ship. Yet you have no way of tracking that ship because you killed the only person who knew anything about that little transaction. You do not even know what day it happened on so you cannot go through the log of ships that left. Again, you disposed of the only person who could have been of any use to us in this investigation."
"I am sorry, my Lord. I wasn't thinking." Ginyu stuttered.
"Apparently not, Ginyu!" Frieza shouted. "I ask you to do simple task and you manage to fuck it up before you even get started!"
"I. I'm sorry, Lord Frieza. I-"
"You will find me that little Monkey Prince! You will find him and bring him back here to me! I do not care how, just do it!" Frieza yelled at him. "And I do not want to see your ugly face until Vegeta is in your custody! Do you understand?!"
"Yes, my Lord." Ginyu replied wincing as Frieza disconnected their transmission. Great. He had really done it this time. With a heavy sigh, he left Vegeta's ship. There wasn't anything of any use there. He decided to check a few of the hotels. Maybe they had some information that could be useful. If not, he would just search a few of the nearby planets. He had to be hiding somewhere. He needed to figure out where and fast. Especially that now Lord Frieza was pissed off with him.
Ginyu headed down the street back to the hotel they all stayed at. They did not charge members of Lord Frieza's army for their stay. He went to the front desk and inquired about Vegeta. He had checked in but had never checked out. They had no idea when he had left and housekeeping had noted that the room did not seem to have ever been used with the exception that they had changed the towels in the bathroom once on the day that he had checked in. Ginyu thanked them and left.
The more he looked around the more it was looking like Vegeta had indeed disappeared completely. He was okay with that. He had never liked Vegeta; he was so arrogant and pompous. The only reason he had agreed to take this mission was because he could not wait to see Frieza rake him over the coals. Maybe Frieza would finally come to his senses and promote him as his new general over this. That had been his dream for years. He had worked his ass off to be the strongest in Frieza's army. He always had the goal in mind to one day surpass Zarbon and take his rank and position at Frieza's right hand. The only problem then would be who would he promote to Captain of the Ginyu Force?
They couldn't call themselves the Ginyu Force without him; and he could not see Burter or Recoome or Jeice or Guldo being in charge. Yes they were his men and he was proud of them, but none of them had the imagination or panache to be the captain of the force. It was a dilemma. He decided he would worry about it when the time came. Maybe he could be both Frieza's general and still be Captain of the Ginyu Force. It would be a lot of work, but he would find a way to manage both.
He asked at a bunch of the hotels. None of them seemed to know anything about Vegeta. He had showed them his picture on his information pad and no one claimed to have seen him. Getting frustrated, Ginyu headed to the last hotel he knew about. Once again, the staff at the front desk didn't know who he was, when one of the women behind the desk commented she had seen a man with hair like that came in one evening, did not speak to anyone and then left the next morning. He had come back briefly for an hour or so and then left again at the same time a black-haired girl had checked out.
The woman at the counter had remembered it quite vividly because she claimed she had never seen anyone so handsome as him. He had left when this girl had checked out and she had notived him follow her up the street wherever she had gone. She wasn't sure if they had been a couple or not. It hadn't looked like it, but she had thought it was odd that he had followed her from a distance. She hadn't seen where they went, but had been sure he had been stalking her or something.
Ginyu nodded. Maybe he had been investigating her as the bomber? Maybe he had decided to leave with her; take a new mate after what had happened those months back. He had been pretty messed up after all of that. He had only kept to himself and gone on whatever mission Frieza sent him on. Maybe he had finally lost it and found a new female to mate with to replace that blue-haired wench he'd seemed so enthralled with. Ginyu did not deny she had been stunningly gorgeous; however his tastes weren't for women who were so delicate in stature. He wouldn't have risked his neck for something so frail and seemingly useless. In any case, who cares where Vegeta was? That meant that he could get his promotion and not have to worry about fighting him for it. Ginyu had seen what Vegeta had done to Zarbon. There was no way he could ever hope to get enough strength and power to match Vegeta.
Ginyu asked about the woman. She apparently had black shoulder-length hair and bangs. Blunt cut and bright blue eyes. The name she had registered under had been "Ms. Launch". No first name; just Ms. Launch. Neither of them had been seen back there since. He got the date she had checked out and found out that apparently, this Ms. Launch had said she was from Vegas. Ginyu had asked for a picture of her from surveillance photos but unfortunately they only kept them for a week before deleting them. This had been over two weeks ago now. Ginyu thanked them and left. Maybe that's where Vegeta was hiding? It would be very easy for him to hide there. Ginyu assumed Vegeta would have acquired more than enough credits these last few months as Frieza's general that he could live a long time there in obscurity. Not to mention how much he would have anyway just because he was a Prince.
Ginyu headed back to the office at the shipping dock. Of course, there was no record of Vegeta aside from him arriving in his ship and no record of anyone named Launch leaving. It would be impossible to figure out which ship Vegeta had left in. The planet was so busy that there were hundreds of ships docking and leaving every hour. Also, if he had left with her in her ship, there would be no way of knowing which one had been hers since her name was not in their database as ever having been here. Ginyu sighed in annoyance and left back for his own ship. He shook his head. He realized now why Frieza had been so pissed at him for not getting the serial number of that ship. It would have helped. Oh well. At least he had a lead. Vegas. It wasn't much, but it was something. Plus he hadn't been there in a long time. Why not turn a business trip into a pleasure trip? Especially if Lord Frieza was angry at him? Depending on how angry would depend on whether or not he'd get another relaxing trip.
He set the coordinates on his ship for Vegas. He would be there in three days.
Three Days Later…
Captain Ginyu landed his ship, registered in and left. He was ready. Ready for anything; ready for some fun and ready to work. He really hoped he could find at least something to take to Lord Frieza concerning Vegeta's whereabouts.
He made sure he had his information pad with Vegeta's picture and stats on it and headed out. He figured his best bet would be to walk around and randomly ask passersby if they had seen this man.
After several hours of no success after checking some of the hotels and clubs, he decided to grab a meal. This was looking hopeless. How had he even thought this would be a good idea? Vegas was a huge planet. So many people coming and going; how could he hope that someone would just happen to remember Vegeta?
Ginyu took a seat on a patio on an outdoor restaurant with scantily clad waitresses. He ordered a stiff drink and a large meal. He took in the warm weather and busy atmosphere. It was very busy here. He looked at a few of the couples. There was a very attractive young couple to his left. They were sitting close to each other, obviously in the middle of a deep intimate conversation. Right in front of him there was a table full of guys partaking in what looked to be a drinking contest. They were quite rowdy. He was contemplating finding a way to join them when he heard the name "Vegeta" mentioned behind him. He immediately turned around and looked at the speaker.
He was sitting with a small bald guy and had long dark hair and a scar across his face.
"Wow. So she really is married to him?" the bald guy asked.
"Yeah." The scar-faced man nodded looking very upset.
"Huh." The bald guy commented. "She kept mentioning a husband and that his name was Vegeta but would never give me any information other than that. I thought she was just saying that to make me leave her alone."
"No, he's real alright. The bastard nearly broke my shoulder." The scar-faced man said. "I don't think it's right. He has to be threatening her to stay with him. Or maybe she's like his slave and feels like she has to stay."
"Could be." The bald one shrugged. "I know Kakarott bought Chi-Chi from some place around here because she was Bulma's friend but he doesn't treat her as a slave. Maybe it's the same thing with Bulma?"
"I don't know, but it's messed up whatever the deal is. I need to get her away from him."
"Are you sure you really want to go there, Yamcha? I mean, she seems happy. I haven't met the guy but from what you're telling me, he's scary. Look at what happened to you?"
"Excuse me," Ginyu said, leaning off his chair at the two men. "I am sorry, but I could not help but over hear your conversation. You were mentioning a guy named Vegeta?"
"Yeah. So?" Yamcha asked with a frown, not liking that someone had been eavesdropping on their conversation.
"I am in search of someone with that name. Does he look like this by any chance?" Ginyu asked, handing the scar-faced man his info pad with a mug shot of Vegeta and his information.
"Whoa. That's him alright." Yamcha nodded. "You know him?"
"Unfortunately." Ginyu replied. "May I join you?"
Yamcha looked at his companion and shrugged. "Sure."
"Excellent." Ginyu grinned, taking a seat at their table.
"So, how do you know Vegeta?" Yamcha asked.
"We work together. He skipped out on our employer the middle of a mission and let's just say my employer is pissed. He has asked me to find him and bring him back." Ginyu explained. "Let's just say he's in some trouble. If I can't find him, then I'm in trouble. I couldn't help but also overhear that he's taken your woman from you?"
"Yeah. Well, she said they met after our planet was destroyed. He apparently saved her and now they're married. He thought she was dead and somehow found her so now she's back with him. He nearly broke my shoulder because he didn't want me talking to Bulma."
Ginyu nodded and frowned. Wasn't Bulma the name of that blue-haired concubine? "This Bulma you speak of. What does she look like? Does she have blue hair by any chance?"
"Yeah. You know her too?"
"I have seen her before and am familiar with who she is. She is his concubine." Ginuy said, not caring that he may have stretched out the facts somewhat. "There was some issue with him not wanting to share her with my employer and his men. He was going to sell her at an auction to make money off of her when his ship exploded with her supposedly on it."
"What? A concubine?" Yamcha exclaimed. "She never told me that!"
"Well, I was under the impression he made her think he was in love with her. Then when he got what he wanted from her, he went to sell her. That was what he told everyone anyway. He was boasting about how easy it had been. He is promised to another as well, you know." Ginuy continued, loving the look of outrage in the other man's face. This would be so easy! "I don't think she knew about that either."
"I knew he was no good!" Yamcha seethed. "I just knew it!"
Ginyu nodded sympathetically. "Can you tell me where he is?"
"I'll do better than that, I'll bring you right to him!"
"Well, wait. That may not be a good idea, Yamcha." Krillin said.
"No, Krillin. This guy is bad news. He has obviously fooled Bulma. She needs my help since I'm obviously the only one that can see through him." Yamcha said. "What do you need me to do?"
"Well, give me a minute to contact my employer." Ginyu said, grabbing his scouter. The fact that the blue haired mate of his was alive was certainly something Lord Frieza may be interested in knowing about. Vegeta had also mentioned that day she was supposedly killed that she was a genius. I just hit the jackpot here! Lord Frieza will be thrilled! He thought to himself. "Will you excuse me a moment? I will be right back."
Yamcha nodded. Krillin frowned at them both. "Yamcha, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yeah. I'm saving Bulma from that asshole."
"Are you sure? I didn't really like the way that guy was smiling just now. How do you know what he's telling us is true. Bulma seems like a pretty smart girl to me. I don't think she could be taken advantage of that easily. And if he thought she was dead, why would he come back for her?"
"Who cares?" Yamcha sighed. "I just want her back. We were meant for each other. I don't like him being with her. He's no good for her."
"Won't she be upset with you when she finds out?"
"Maybe for a little while, but like you already said, B is super smart. She'll come around and realize that this is for the best. I know it!"
"Well, you know her better than I do." Krillin shrugged, still not liking this plan. Kakarott had become a good friend to him and had always talked very highly of Vegeta. So had Bulma. This sounded like a very bad plan. He hadn't met Vegeta yet, but from what he knew of him from Bulma and Kakarott and hearing Yamcha's tale of their meeting, he knew he didn't want to make an enemy out of him. "Do what you want, but I want no part in this. You're on your own on this one." He said, paying his half of their tab and leaving.
-0-0-0-
Ginyu practically ran around the corner he was so eager to share his findings with Lord Frieza.
"What, Ginyu. Did you finally find me something useful?" his boss' voice said disdainfully on the other end of his scouter.
"I sure did, my Lord!" he replied proudly. "The only information I got on Bellatrix was that he was stalking some girl who had told her hotel staff she was from Vegas. So I came here and as luck would have it I heard two guys talking about Vegeta."
"Alright. Where is he then?" Frieza asked sounding bored already.
"I don't know, my Lord. I didn't get that far yet." Ginyu said. "But you'll be happy to know that-"
"Ginyu! If you have called to tell me that you have fucked this up even more than you already have, so help me I will-"
"No no! My Lord! I found out that Bulma, that blue-haired concubine of his lives. He's with her." Ginyu interrupted.
"What?" Frieza asked.
"Yeah. She's alive. He is with her now. Some guy was bitching that Vegeta had come between them or some shit. He's real interested in giving him up. What do you want me to do? Want me to go back with them and bring him to you?"
"Hmmn." Frieza replied. This was a most interesting turn of events he had never in his wildest imagination would he have thought of this. What should he do? The thought that he may have destroyed a scientific genius had plagued him after he had impulsively blown up that ship. He had wondered time and again if Vegeta had been telling the truth about her supposed brilliant mind that day. If she indeed was alive, this could be a huge advantage. He could use her to destroy Vegeta and advance his technological department if she indeed was a genius. If not, she would make a beautiful addition to his harem. Either way, this was a win/win situation no matter how he looked at it.
"Umm, Sir?" Ginyu cut into his thoughts. "What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing." Frieza replied. "Can I talk to this fine, upstanding gentleman?"
"Umm, sure. He's still here." Ginyu said to him. "What do you have in mind? I thought you wanted me to retrieve Vegeta?"
"I did, but I just thought of a much better plan. I want the girl. Vegeta will come to us. I will need this persons help though."
Ginyu nodded and went back outside to where the scar-faced man was now sitting alone at the table. "Umm, my employer wishes to make you an offer. He wants to speak with you."
"With me?" Yamcha asked, surprised. "Ok, sure." He nodded, taking Ginyu's scouter and putting it on. "Hello?"
"Hello." Frieza replied. "I hear you know the whereabouts of one of my most valued generals."
"I do, yea." Yamcha replied. "You want me to try and get him to you?"
"No, no. That will not be necessary. Do not get in his way. He is extremely dangerous. I am grateful for your cooperation in this matter and do not wish to see you harmed." Frieza said calmly. "I wish to know about the girl though."
"Bulma? What do you want to know about her? What does she have to do with this?"
"Well, I have heard rumors of her intelligence. That she is a technological genius of some sort. Is this true?"
"Well, yeah. She and her father were the smartest people on our planet before it was destroyed. She's brilliant."
"She and her father?" Frieza asked.
"Yeah. Her father, Trunks Briefs. Do you know him?"
"Trunks Briefs. Yes, I know him quite well actually. He is employed as one of my top scientists. How nice would it be to reunite father and daughter, don't you think?" Frieza asked.
"Oh wow! He survived? That's great! She'll love that!" Yamcha exclaimed.
"Indeed. I wish to offer her a position as well in my department. Should you deliver her to me, I will reward you handsomely and find you a position here as well."
"Wow! That's awesome that you would do that! Thanks! I just don't know how I'll get her to you. I don't know where you are and she's kinda mad at me right now. This Vegeta creep has her completely under his control. She'll never leave without him. Hey, wait, didn't you want him?"
"I do. If you deliver her, he will come to me on his own accord. I am not worried about that. When he does, rest assured, I will deal with him appropriately."
"Alright. Sounds like a plan. I don't like him. He's no good for her. Anything that gets her away from him is a good plan in my book. You have my word, I will do what I can to get her away from him and to you so she can see her dad again."
"Thank you very much. See to it that you do." Frieza replied. He could barely contain his excitement. My, my. What a fruitful day this had been! "Let me speak to my Captain again."
"Alright. Bye!" Yamcha said, handing the scouter back to Ginyu.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"See to it that this fellow delivers the girl to you. Wait here until he returns then bring her to me. She is not to be touched or manhandled in any way, do you understand?" Frieza instructed.
"Of course, my Lord."
"Do not fail me on this, Ginyu. Let me know the moment she is in your possession."
"I will." He nodded.
"Wow! I can't believe this! This is great!" Yamcha exclaimed. "Want me to leave now? It will take me three weeks to get back to Callisto."
"Yes. Leave now. I will wait here for you." Ginyu said. "Do not tell her anything. Vegeta has turned her against our employer. My advice is to drug her and take her with you."
"I already thought of that. She'll never leave that ass on her own. I know it's the only way, but whatever. I'll do it. Your boss seems like a great guy! He offered us both a job and he has her father there waiting for her. What a great guy!"
"You have no idea." Ginyu said with a smile. He had no idea what Frieza said to this fool, but it didn't matter. He was on the right track for his promotion.
Yamcha insisted on paying for Ginyu's tab and left to find Krillin to leave as soon as possible.
-0-0-0-
It hadn't taken Vegeta long to settle into life on the planet Callisto. It had taken him some getting used to, but he had adjusted and found that he fit in quite well. It hadn't taken him all that long to settle into a daily routine of training with Kakarott and when he wasn't doing that he spent as much time with Bulma as he could.
He continued to train with her in the morning with Kakarott before they began their "real" training in the Gravity Simulator. Chi-Chi participated most mornings as well, but it was very clear that in a few weeks she would have to watch from the sidelines. She was getting big and very uncomfortable. However that seemed to be the worst thing she had to say about the pregnancy so that was a good thing.
Bulma continued with her sword play instruction with Tien most afternoons. Sometimes Vegeta even accompanied her. The first time he had come out he had been very impressed with her progress and level of instruction she had received. He was more than confident that she could take care of herself well if she needed to. He had even sparred with her on occasion. He had of course been taught the art of sword play as a young boy. However he had soon lost interest in it as he grew and so did his strength. He realized that he hadn't picked up a sword since his mother had passed. She had been the one to teach him. His father of course hadn't thought much for it but had allowed her to teach him since it was something she loved. Sparring with Bulma reminded him of those cherished moments in his youth with his mother that he had thought long forgotten. He'd even felt a slight pang of disappointment that Bulma never had the opportunity to meet his mother. She would have loved Bulma despite her not being a Saiyan.
Vegeta also found that he did not mind having the dogs around either. For reasons that he could not figure out, Aro had become his constant companion when he wasn't training in the Gravity Room. He admitted that he did not mind having the dog around. His quiet, calm demeanor and constant presence was oddly comforting at times. The dog had the look of such intelligence in his eyes that he swore sometimes the dog could read his mind; he seemed to instinctively know when it was okay to sit close to him or rest his head on his foot or leg and when to keep his distance. He had come to trust Aro implicitly. When he wasn't training, he insisted Bulma take him wherever she went.
He knew that Danger loved Bulma and the young dog was coming along very well and in time would most likely be equal to if not better than Aro in a few years, however he was still very young and lacked the same maturity and strength Aro did. Danger had attached himself only to Bulma and that was it. He had a very reserved, cool nature. He was very quiet and was almost like a shadow following her. It was easy to forget he was even there at times. However Vegeta did not always trust the young dog. Not that he thought he would ever hurt Bulma. That was not his concern. He just felt the dog looked at him with distrust. He would not approach Bulma if Vegeta was near her. He would sit a few feet back and just watch him as though waiting for him to do something to her. It was strange. He did not fear that the dog could seriously hurt him. He just did not ever want to find himself in a situation to have to take the dog out. Bulma loved him and had put so much time into him. She loved Aro too, but Danger was different. She had taught him everything he knew. He had bonded to her and to her alone. It was as if he merely tolerated everyone else's presence, which Vegeta could relate to somewhat.
Bulma had laughed at him one day when he mentioned his concerns where Danger was concerned to her. She had reasoned that he knew that it was Vegeta's job was to protect her; therefore there was no need for him to shadow her when he was around. Vegeta accepted this explanation however still watched his actions around the dog. He had gotten bit once by accident while training and it hadn't been good. The dog may have only weighed fifty pounds and looked like he weighed less because of his sleek build; however he was not to be underestimated. His bite was almost as good as Aro's by this point. Vegeta nodded in acceptance that the two dogs were extremely valuable. God help anyone that decided to cross either of them.
He rolled over in bed, reaching for Bulma and pulling her close. Things between them had never been better. They had decided to sleep in a bit today, though it was still dark out so it could not have been that late yet.
He and Kakarott had over done it a bit the previous day and the younger Saiyan had been in the regen tank until late last night. Thankfully Bardock had had the foresight to think of installing one in the gravity chamber. They'd both needed it from time to time. Kakarott would not be ready to resume until the afternoon most likely. Unless he decided to take the day off, which neither one of them usually did. However, having the morning off was a nice break. They had been training very hard.
Bulma groaned as he pulled her close. "Don't move. Please."
"Why?" he asked, frowning at her.
"I don't feel well." She moaned.
"What is wrong?"
"I don't know. I just feel nauseous. The room feels like its spinning. You moving me just makes it worse." She said, keeping her eyes closed and taking deep breaths. "Sorry."
He frowned. That wasn't normal. "How long have you felt this way?"
"A few hours." She answered, pulling her knees up higher to her chest in a fetal position. "I've been awake for a while. I have felt this way on and off for a few days but today it has been worse than ever."
He nodded and looked down at her. She did seem a little warmer than usual. He laid his head back down, resting his chin on the side of her neck gently. He did not want to disturb her if she was ill. She smelled fine; not like a sick person. Maybe it was a good thing that they would not be training until later on. He wanted to keep an eye on her and make sure she was alright. They lay like that quietly for several minutes. He had felt himself almost drifting back to sleep.
"Oh god." She moaned and launched herself out of bed and ran to the small bathroom in their bedroom. She just barely made it to the toilet and began retching and heaving.
He quickly got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom and saw her sitting on the floor throwing up into the toilet and shaking almost uncontrollably. His eyes widened in concern, having no idea what to do. She had never been ill in the entire time he had known her. He was never ill. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly left the room and ran to get a glass from downstairs. He came back up, filled it with water from the sink and knelt down next to her, offering it to her, which she accepted. She was still shaking and her body was wet with perspiration from the stress of having been throwing up for the last few minutes.
Vegeta reached forward and gently caressed her damp cheek with the back of his knuckles. What was wrong with her? She was still trembling and she was white as a sheet. She touched his hand and gave him a small smile, grateful that he was here and at the same time a bit embarrassed that he'd seen her so sick just now. He noted that even her hands were cold and clammy. This was not normal.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he stood up, still watching her carefully. He ran a face cloth under the tap and handed it to her.
"I think so." She said, wiping her face and neck. "For now anyway."
He nodded and picked her up carefully, cradling her delicate form in his arms. She was still shaking and this disturbed him greatly. He was at a loss for what to do. He laid her back down in bed, pulling the sheets and blankets over them and held her loosely in his arms, wanting to keep her close but at the same time so that if she needed to bolt to the washroom again he would not be in her way.
Vegeta's mind began to race at all of the possibilities. Had they eaten something that was off? He thought not because he sensed Kakarott's mate and she seemed fine. They had all eaten the same thing last night. Maybe she had picked up an illness while out in the market. She had been out and a bout for a bit yesterday.
"Does this planet have a physician?" he asked. That was the only thing he could think of. If they had been back home on Vegeta-sei, he would have taken her straight to Bardock. The older Saiyan seemed to know a lot about medicine and such. However, being that Saiyans in general almost never got sick, would he have even known what to do? Vegeta huffed to himself at his loss of knowing what to do. At least Bardock would have been able to point him in the right direction to trying to figure out what was wrong. Instead, he was laying here with his sick mate, panicking at not knowing what was wrong with her and hoping this was just an isolated incident. That there wasn't something seriously wrong with her.
"I'm sure it's fine." She rasped back to him, her throat still raw from being sick. She had obviously been reading his thoughts. "Humans get sick every once in a while."
"You have been ill like this before?" he asked.
"On occasion, yes." She said. "Though not very often."
"How long does it last?"
"Twelve hours. A day maybe?"
"Hmmn." He grumbled. He still didn't like it, but maybe she was right. "If you are not better by tonight I will go find a physician."
Bulma nodded; touched by his concern. They lay together in silence for a long time before she was up and sick again. Vegeta knelt down next to her, completely horrified. He felt useless. All he was doing was sitting there watching her wretch till she couldn't breathe. She trembled almost violently, barely keeping herself up so as to not make a mess. All he had been able to do was hold her hand and give her a fresh glass of water.
"Go and get Chi-Chi." She whispered as she finished another bout of illness, resting her head on her forearm, which she had laid across the toilet.
Vegeta simply nodded. He wasn't sure what she would be able to do, but went to get her as requested, leaving her just in time as another wave of sickness hit her full force. He shook his head and frowned deeply as he heard it.
He walked out of their bedroom and quickly strode down the stairs, finding Chi-Chi in the kitchen. "Hey, Vegeta," she greeted, giving him an odd look. He was only wearing a pair of loose black pants and no shirt. He never walked around without a shirt on.
"The Woman needs you. Now." He said urgently. "She is ill. I do not know what to do. She has asked for you."
"Ill? What do you mean ill?" she asked, going to the sink and washing her hands. She could tell he was upset.
"She is ill!" he repeated irritably.
"Alright, alright." Chi-Chi said, rolling her eyes at him. "I got that. I meant what's wrong with her?"
"She has been throwing up, is nauseous. Shaking." He rattled off all the symptoms he could remember.
Chi-Chi nodded and gave him a funny look he did not understand. He did not see anything amusing at this situation. "Alright. I'll come see her. I'll bring something up for her. Okay? Just relax."
He scowled at her and headed back up the stairs to check on Bulma. She was still in the bathroom, lying on the floor. "She is coming. Bringing something." He said. "Are you done?"
Bulma nodded. He picked her up and brought her back to bed again. He threw the blankets over her and quickly grabbed a shirt from the floor, putting it on. He then went back to the bathroom and wet the damp towel again and sat down next to her and carefully wiped her forehead, cheeks and neck.
Chi-Chi walked into their room and held back a smile as she observed him for a moment. He had been here about three weeks or so and not once had she seen him display any form of physical affection towards her friend. It was as though it weren't allowed. He didn't even hold her hand. Yet here he was doing everything he could to make sure she was comfortable. It was so strange seeing him like that. She knew he cared deeply for Bulma. That much was obvious. The way he looked at her and kept his eye on her when she wasn't with him; the mischievous glint in his eye she only just recently learned to identify when he was teasing Bulma to the point where she wanted to rip her hair out. Chi-Chi had only just picked up on that a few days ago. It was almost non-existent behind that carefully crafted mask he usually wore, but she had picked it out. She still didn't quite "get" him, but she could see how much he cared for her friend. Kakarott had been right: he may not express it, but whatever he did feel for Bulma ran deep. Just seeing him like this now proved that. He was being so gentle. Even when he had come downstairs and asked her to come up, she could see he truly was concerned.
She almost felt like she was intruding; observing him. It was nice to see, however she knew he would be embarrassed if he had known she had been standing there these past few seconds. She knocked on the side of the door frame, announcing her presence. She nearly went into a giggling fit when he looked up and nearly leaped five feet back as though Bulma had the plague and the mere thought of touching her repulsed him. God forbid anyone should ever see you display even the remotest bit of concern or affection. She thought to herself, refraining from rolling her eyes at him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked her friend. She looked terrible. "I made you some tea."
"I think I have a stomach bug." Bulma said weakly.
Chi-Chi raised an eyebrow at her friend. "You sure that's all it is?"
"Reasonably." Bulma nodded, frowning slightly.
"Reasonably?" Vegeta asked irritably. "What else could it be?"
The two women looked at him blankly; blinking at him a few times then looked at each other.
"Well? Spit it out." He nearly shouted, glaring at both of them.
"Can you give us a minute, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, feeling bad but she wanted to talk to her friend for a moment first. He was so cute. She could tell he was worried about her; his eyes flashing with concern and now annoyance.
"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the two of them. What is it?
More than likely, nothing. She replied.
Then why all the secrecy?
I just don't want to needlessly alarm you.
I am already alarmed, Woman! You can barely stand on your own two feet you're so weak.
I know you are, and I appreciate that, but just give me a minute. I will let you know. I promise.
"Umm, Guys?" Chi-Chi interrupted them. She hated it when they did that; sat there and had a private mental conversation in front of her. They did it all the time. She and Kakarott could communicate that way but obviously not nearly as well as they could. It wasn't something they had really worked on since they had bonded. Kakarott didn't seem to think it was that pressing, so she just followed his lead on it. She could pick up more on emotions and feelings from him and that had been enough for her. She did not need to hear everything he thought and she certainly did not want him hearing every thought that went through her mind. She supposed though in Bulma and Vegeta's case it was a good thing. Vegeta either could not or would not verbally communicate his feelings to her. This way she always knew. Bulma had mentioned before that what he could not say verbally he always expressed physically. She didn't understand it but was glad he made her friend so happy. Since Vegeta had joined them, she hadn't seen Bulma so happy. Ever. She was happy and content.
"Whatever." Vegeta huffed and left the room, heading down the stairs.
"What's that all about?" Chi-Chi asked.
"He's just concerned and a bit offended I asked him to leave." Bulma said.
"So?" Chi-Chi asked, pouring her friend a cut of tea and sitting down next to her.
"What?" Bulma asked.
"Do you think?"
"I don't know." Bulma shrugged. "I guess it's possible, but-"
"Of course it's possible. You guys are always. You know."
Bulma felt her face grow hot.
"Oh, come on. You guys aren't exactly quiet." Chi-Chi said, rolling her eyes.
"Chi, I'm sorry. We try, really. We even leave a lot of the time-"
"You guys leave too?" Chi-Chi asked with a shocked expression. "Well, no wonder, girl. And you think it's only a possibility?"
"Hey, don't judge me. I've had to endure you guys too all those months before and I never said anything." Bulma said with a frown. "Oh, god. Not now."
"Well, what did you think would happen?"
"I wasn't. We weren't." Bulma shrugged. She really hoped she wasn't pregnant. Not yet. "I can't be pregnant."
"Uhm. I'd say it's a pretty good possibility, B." Chi-Chi said. "Why? What's the big deal? Things are great between you two I thought."
"They are. It's perfect." Bulma said "It's just that we can't. Vegeta's going to have a fit."
"Well then he should have thought about that earlier, huh?" Chi-Chi said haughtily. "Really, what's he going to do? Leave you?"
"I don't know. I don't think so, no." Bulma said shaking her head. She was convinced he would never do that. "He just won't be very happy about it right now is all. Not with everything up in the air and not while we're here. He's convinced I'll die."
"Oh, well that's positive." Chi-Chi groaned. "Alright, well give it a few days. If it clears up then whatever. If it doesn't then I'm afraid it's pretty obvious. I was sick for like three months."
Bulma nodded. She really didn't want to be pregnant right now. Not yet. "Don't tell him."
"I won't." Chi-Chi shrugged, getting up. "Need anything?"
"No, thanks." Bulma said, shaking her head. "I'm going to try to sleep."
"If he's still down there can I tell him to come back up?"
"Yeah. If he's not too pissed at me, of course. It's up to him."
Chi-Chi shook her head. They were such a strange couple; they always seemed to run so hot and cold. She closed the door and made her way back downstairs. To her surprise, Vegeta was leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Well?" he asked, looking up at her with an angry scowl. He had been trying to read her thoughts, but she had found a way to keep him out. This couldn't be good.
"I think she's fine." Chi-Chi shrugged.
"Fine?" he asked narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"Yeah. Fine. Like she's not going to die if that's what you're worried about." She said sarcastically. He really needed to loosen up. "Give it a few days. We'll know by then if it's just a flu or what."
"And if it's not a flu?"
She shook her head. He was just as clueless as Kakarott had been. "Then we play it by ear. But trust me, I think she's just fine." She said with a smile, trying to reassure him but knew it wasn't helping. He wasn't stupid. However, it wasn't her place to say anything more. "Go see her."
"Why? I am not wanted." He said almost petulantly, crossing his arms and looking away.
"Yes you are." Chi-Chi sighed. "Just go. I don't think Kakarott will want to be doing anything major today anyway, no thanks to you. Just keep an eye on her. It'll make her feel better."
He sighed and mumbled something she couldn't quite catch and headed back up the stairs. "I'll make some soup." She called after him.
Vegeta made it back up the stairs and walked into the room. She wasn't in bed anymore. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard her retching in the bathroom again. He grabbed the glass of water on the night stand and made his way over to her. He hated seeing her this way. It only reminded him of how frail and weak she was. Kakarott's mate had better be right.
"Hey." She whispered, trying to stand back up. He offered her his hand, which she gratefully took. He cocked his head to the side and observed her carefully. She could not stand up straight and was still shaking like a leaf. To him this did not look like nothing to worry about; but neither of them seemed overly concerned, so maybe he was over reacting.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
"Yea." She nodded and headed back to bed. He watched her hunched over form head back to the bed slowly. He followed her and crawled in next to her. She reached behind her and took his hand and pulled his arm around in front of her; she squeezed his hand. "Thanks for being here."
"Hmmn." He grunted. "Someone has to look after your weak form."
She smirked at him. "Stop worrying. There's nothing to worry about. Not yet."
"And what exactly is the potential worry? Both you and Kakarott's woman keep saying that." He huffed. "And why are you blocking your thoughts from me? If something is wrong, I have a right to know."
She nodded. He was right. He did. She swallowed hard and thought for a moment. She took his hand and moved it down to her stomach. She knew Kakarott had been able to sense out his and Chi-Chi's baby really early on when he actually tried. She assumed Vegeta could too. "Vegeta, I. I think I might be pregnant." She whispered. She held her breath and braced herself. She wasn't sure what for, but she truly wasn't sure how he was going to react to this. She knew from before how he'd felt about it. Chances are it would not have changed.
He didn't say anything. He didn't even move as he let the weight of that statement take full effect. He closed his eyes and searched; concentrating on the possibility. Deep down he wasn't surprised. The birth control shot she had received would have more than likely worn off ages ago. Since they had reunited they had both been careless and thoughtless. How many times had he taken her since then? He didn't know. Several on the first night they had found each other on Bellatrix. He sighed deeply as he found what it was he was so desperately hoping he would not find. A very small ki; buried deep in her womb.
A mixed torrent of feelings washed through him. Relief that she wasn't dying. Not yet, anyway. Then came the fear. Fear that she would not make it through this ordeal. Fear that he was not ready for the responsibility to be a father even if she did make it through. Fear that he was not strong enough to protect both her and their child. Then came the very unexpected feeling of joy. He didn't know why. He may very well lose her over this. However, he let his mind overcome the overwhelming sense of dread and fear at that possibility. If she did make it through, this would be the first good thing he had done in his life. It was something they both had created together. He supposed out of love; even though he hated that word. It had certainly not been intentional, but he let go of his pride enough to recognize that this child was something they had created together out of their union. However the feeling of dread and fear and anger returned. Anger that he had been so careless with her in the first place. Anger that even if she did make it and gave him a strong healthy heir, there would be those set and determined on destroying her as well as that child. His father could never know of this. Frieza had to be destroyed. He could not risk him finding out about this either. On top of that, she could not remain here. He knew Kakarott's mate seemed to be doing just fine. However she was still really early along and if Kakarott was foolish enough to not worry, that was his problem. He had to get her off of this backwater planet. There was no technology; nothing to help her should anything go wrong. Where would he take her though? With Frieza still alive, it was not safe for him to leave and risk being found. He wasn't ready. Anyway he looked at it. He was not ready. The timing on this was all wrong. They were not ready.
Bulma swallowed back the lump in her throat. She knew it; as soon as Chi-Chi had mentioned it. She felt overwhelmed as her emotions clashed with Vegeta's. He was already starting to panic. What are we going to do? She asked.
I do not know. He replied, sighing heavily.
You're not angry at me? She asked nervously. She had felt anger in there somewhere but wasn't sure where it had been directed at. He wasn't being fully open with her at the moment.
Angry at you? No. I am just as much to blame for this. We both should have been more responsible. He said somewhat harshly. We need to find a physician.
I'm sure I'm fine, Vegeta. It's just morning sickness. It's common for our race. Chi-Chi was sick for the first three months. She's fine now. This will pass.
We need to take care of this. He said slowly, as though he was choosing his words very carefully. I cannot let you carry a child. Not full term and not here.
Wait, what? Vegeta, what are you saying? She asked, slowly turning herself around to look at him, dreading his answer.
I am sorry, I cannot. It is too dangerous. He said sadly, shaking his head at her.
But Vegeta.
No. I told you before. I will not lose you. It is riskyenough as it is. However being here makes it impossible. There is no technology. There would be no way of helping you should the worst happen. I cannot. I cannot allow it, Bulma.
But Vegeta, this is our child; your heir. How could you even think of doing such a thing?
Because if I had to choose between you and it I choose you. That's how. He said harshly.
She blinked back the tears she felt starting to form. Well I won't do it. I refuse.
You refuse? I thought you did not want children. I thought you said you did not need a child to be happy.
I don't . And at the time, I didn't. But that was before I was pregnant.
Woman, we agreed.
I know we did, Vegeta. And I had no issue with that. If I could change it, I would.
We can-
"No, Vegeta we can't." she said, raising her voice slightly. I won't.
He sighed deeply and clenched his teeth together. "Have I no say in the matter?"
"Not if your only solution is aborting our unborn child." She said with finality.
He looked at her so intensely; she didn't even notice she was holding her breath. "I would deny you nothing." He said.
"Except this." She said.
He shook his head at her. God damned stubborn Woman! He grumbled to himself, not caring that she'd have heard him.
I cannot believe how callous you are being about this! She said back to him. This is a life you are thinking of ending! Before even giving it a chance!
Your life may end if I allow this!
But you don't know that! You're only assuming the worst! She argued. Please, Vegeta. I love you and I would do almost anything you'd ask. Just don't make me do this. I can't.
He frowned heavily and looked at her a moment. He didn't know what to do. "We will discuss this later." He growled and left.
Bulma sighed sadly, trying to keep her emotions in check. She tried to reach out to him, but of course, he had put a wall up and was keeping her out. She hated that he was doing that, but decided that maybe for the moment it was for the best. Let him think this over. She knew he wasn't angry at the fact that they were going to have a child. She had felt the joy he had felt at the prospect of having a child with her. It was his fear of losing her that was driving this. She understood but also hoped he would back down on making her give this up. He truly didn't know that she would die. What a horrible waste if she didn't and everything turned out alright. Not only that, but she would always wonder what if?
She curled herself in a ball and decided to try and get some sleep. She was exhausted and still felt extremely sick to her stomach. Maybe when she woke up, things would be better. She hoped.
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Vegeta left the house and took off into the air as fast as he could. He wasn't sure where he would go or how long he would be gone. He just needed to leave and get his thoughts in order. There was a large part of him that didn't want to do this either. It wasn't that he didn't want to have a child with Bulma. There was no one else he could imagine having a child with. He knew any child they produced would be strong and intelligent and attractive. He knew Bulma would make a wonderful mother; she would be able to compensate and make up for all of his shortcomings. That wasn't his issue. His issue was: What if she died? Even worse, what if she and the child both died? Then what would he be left with? What if she died and the child lived? Then what would he do? Would he be able to raise it? Would he even be able to look at it, knowing that allowing it to be born it had killed his mate? Would he be able to forgive that? He wasn't sure. Could he hate something that would be half of her as much as it was half himself? He honestly did not know.
He landed on the highest plateau he could find. The one he had taken Bulma to a few weeks back when he had revealed his ascension to her. He sat down and looked down at the rest of the planet. He quite literally felt torn on this. A huge part of him wanted to be happy, even ecstatic over the thought of Bulma being pregnant. The other part of him was beyond terrified. He did not know what to do.
Part of him knew too that if he made her give up this child, he would lose her. He had sensed her acceptance and knew that she was adamant about keeping this child. He understood; he really did. It was a part of both of them. If they had been in a better situation, he would have not been so insistent on this. However he was selfish enough to not want to put her at risk and lose her. Even if it meant she may change her feelings towards him then fine, at least she would be alive.
What are we going to do? He asked himself, burying his head into his hands. He wanted to be happy about this, but he just couldn't be. It wasn't feasible at this point in time.
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