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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 33
Bulma rolled over and heaved; her body trying to throw up. She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. She was on a metal floor, not in her bed. She realized that her left wrist was chained to a table. She slowly sat up, fighting the waves of nausea washing through her; closing her eyes, willing herself not to be sick again.
She placed her palm on her forehead as the dizziness and nausea subsided after a moment. She looked around again, not having any idea where she was. Vegeta? Where are you?
Bulma! Where are you? Came an almost frantic reply.
I don't know! She thought back in a panic. I just woke up on what I think might be a ship? I'm chained to a table and haven't seen anyone.
Are you alright? He asked. I have been unable to reach you for three days.
Three days? She frowned. That explained why she could not throw up anything. Her system was completely empty at this point. What the hell had happened?
Woman, are you alright?
Yeah. I think so. I have a bit of a headache. She replied. Aside from the morning sickness and dizziness, I'm okay, yea.
What happened, Woman?
I don't know. The last thing I remember, I was walking Aro. I ran into Yamcha and we started arguing.
So it was the weakling that has done this? I suspected as much. Vegeta said angrily.
He wanted me to leave with him. It got ugly and Aro bit him and oh, God, Vegeta. Where's Aro? Is he alright? He tried to protect me. Yamcha stabbed him when he bit him and wouldn't release him; Aro still wouldn't let go until I told him to. I sent him home so he wouldn't get more hurt. Is he okay?
He is fine, Woman. Injured, but he will be fine. He replied.
Oh good! I was so worried! I shouldn't have released him. I only did it so Yamcha wouldn't hurt him more. She said sadly, though she was glad Aro was alright.
Do you know where you are headed? Vegeta asked, changing the subject.
No, Vegeta. I suspect to Frieza though. I don't know how he knows where to go, but he mentioned something about my father being alive and Frieza offering me a job. That's all I can remember. She said slowly, trying to remember everything clearly. I still feel really groggy, like I've been drugged or something.
Well hang in there. Kakarott is waiting on a ship. It is to be arriving sometime today. Someone took the one I arrived in. I should not have given it up so carelessly when I arrived here! He raged. Unfortunately, hindsight is always fifty fifty. We will be leaving as soon as that ship docks and is refueled. I will find you.
I know you will. I will try and figure out where we're headed and let you know. Be careful! This may be a trap.
I do not care. I will come for you and I will tear anyone involved with this limb for limb!
Bulma smiled at his determination. She could feel the rage and complete anger burning through him. I know you will, but don't get yourself in a huff just yet. I am fine. I haven't been hurt. I'll keep you posted on everything.
See that you do! He replied harshly.
Bulma smiled again. She wasn't all that concerned; she knew he would find her and make things right. Her smile soon faded as she heard someone coming. I have to go! Someone's coming. I'll talk to you later.
She looked to the door and saw Yamcha standing there. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she asked.
"Look, I know you're pissed now, but it was for your own good." Yamcha said, taking a seat across from where she was. She noticed that he was limping slightly and his right forearm was bandaged up; blood still staining through. Aro had gotten him good. Unfortunately, not good enough. Ugh, I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have called him off. What was I thinking?
"How do you figure that?"
"I made a deal." He shrugged, looking very pleased with himself. "I got it all thought out for the both of us. We'll both have a place. You'll be reunited with your father. This emperor Lord Frieza wants to offer you a position in his science department and a place for me as well."
"You'll be lucky if he doesn't kill you as soon as you turn me over to him! And if he doesn't, Vegeta will once he finds you. You idiot, do you have any idea what you have done?" she shouted at him, not believing his stupidity. "Do you have any idea who this Lord Frieza is?"
"Well, no. But he sounded like a nice guy. He said Vegeta is extremely dangerous and I believe him."
"Yamcha, he's the one who destroyed our planet!" she shouted. "He's the one that tried to kill me! Why? Because he is evil! He is the one who's dangerous, not Vegeta! Trust me on this, please. We have to go back. Right now. You can't take me to him, please."
"B, he employs your father. You can see him and work with him again." Yamcha replied. "I thought you'd be happy about that."
"Yamcha, my father most likely isn't employed by him, but is a slave to him. Which is exactly what I'll be if you take me there and is what will happen to you if he doesn't decide to kill you."
"It didn't sound that way to me, but if that does happen to be the case, then you'd be slaving doing something you loved rather than being a sex slave for that guy you call your husband."
"What?"
"Yeah, he told me all about that. He told me that you were Vegeta's personal concubine. That once he thought you were dead, he boasted to everyone about how easy it had been to make you think he loved you. He was going to sell you at an auction once he had gotten everything he could from you and then the ship blew up. Bulma, the guy is no good! This Lord Frieza is going to get you away from him for once and for all."
"Oh my god," she sighed in aggravation. "You don't know anything! It was Frieza who blew up the ship in the first place because, ugh, you know what? Never mind! Yamcha, please, for the love of god, just take me back. You have no idea how bad this is."
"It won't be bad, B. You'll see." Yamcha said confidently. "Just give it a chance. If you don't like it there, we'll just leave."
Bulma looked at him like he had just grown two heads. "Yamcha, it doesn't work that way! We will be stuck there, and if we try to escape he will kill us or make us wish we were dead. You really have no idea who this guy is, do you?" she said again.
"Well, I haven't met him, no. Just talked to him. He seemed really sympathetic to your situation though. So was the other guy I did meet and he got me in touch with Frieza. He also told me that you were nothing more than Vegeta's sex slave. He knew who you were and was very sympathetic for your situation. He arranged all of this with Lord Frieza to help us out. Apparently, Vegeta skipped out on an important mission so he's in big trouble; he was very happy to know of Vegeta's whereabouts and when he heard about you, he was very excited and wanted to help."
"And who was that?" Bulma asked, almost not wanting to know.
"He said his name was Captain Ginyu." Yamcha shrugged. "He overheard me venting to Krillin about Vegeta brainwashing you-"
"Yamcha, he didn't brainwash me!"
"He did, Bulma!" Yamcha argued. "He must have! I bet he didn't even tell you that he's engaged, did he?"
"He's not engaged." Bulma sighed in annoyance; closing her eyes. She was about to be hit with another wave of nausea. "His father wants him to marry this other girl. A Saiyan girl named Asia. Her father is a high ranking political figure. He has by no means accepted her though and never made plans to marry her. He has rejected her repeatedly. I know all about that."
"Is that what he told you?" Yamcha snorted.
"Umm, yeah. He and Kakarott and Kakarott's father." She replied. She didn't want to tell him about the bond. Then he would know that she could speak with Vegeta and that he would be coming for her; hopefully before they met up with Frieza. Then he would have the element of surprise where Yamcha was concerned; though he had a three day head start. It would be tricky.
"Well of course they're going to tell you that, B!" Yamcha exclaimed. "The Captain told me he would have said anything to make you believe that he loved you. He doesn't. He just used you, I'm sorry."
Bulma shook her head, she could not believe this. She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She was going to be sick again. "Can I have a towel?"
"A towel?" he asked with a frown. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to be sick, you idiot!" she screeched at him.
"Alright! Fine!" he said sarcastically. "Here." He said tossing one at her.
"Thank you." She whispered before she began heaving, once again nothing coming up.
"Are you alright, B?" Yamcha asked in concern.
She nodded. "It'll pass."
"It'll pass?"
"Yes. Now take me home now, please." She said once she was better.
"No, Bulma." Yamcha said shaking his head at her. "You can't go back to him."
"Yes, I have to. Why is this so difficult for you to understand? No I haven't been brainwashed. This is what I want, he is what I want. He's going to be pissed and will most likely kill you when he finds you."
"Exactly! Doesn't that tell you something? He's dangerous, B!" he objected. "He's that possessive of you? That's not healthy, Bulma. Trust me! I know you're angry now, but you'll thank me later on, I promise!"
"No, Yamcha. He's not possessive, just protective. You don't know him or anything of their race. They take protecting their mates and families very seriously." She tried to explain.
"Well, I'm taking protecting you seriously and you've done nothing but complain!" Yamcha seethed. "You seem to have forgotten everything we've ever been through. We've been given a second chance and you're so quick to throw it away for Him. I love you, B. I know I wasn't always the best guy before and that I didn't treat you as good as I should have, but I've changed. All of this has made me rethink everything!
I really do believe that you and I have a chance. Forget about everything that happened. I want a life with you."
"No, Yamcha. You don't love me." She said shaking her head at him. "I believe you thought you did, just like I thought I loved you; and I did, but so much has happened since then that made me realize that we really weren't meant for each other. I'm sorry, but we weren't. And if you really do love me like you claim you do, you'll take me back to Callisto and move on. Respect my wishes. Please."
"Bulma, at least give me a chance." He pleaded. "I do love you."
Bulma shook her head and began to wretch again. "Can you get me some water?"
Yamcha did as asked, all the while frowning at her. What was wrong with her?
"Thank you." She said, sipping it slowly. "Yamcha, please. If you do love me, please take me back."
"Back to him?" Yamcha spat.
Bulma nodded, trying to fight off the dizziness and nausea. "Yes."
"I don't get it! You're finally free from his control. You aren't his slave anymore now. Why would you want to go back to him? What type of control does he still have over you that you want to go back so bad?"
"I love him. And he loves me. We are married; he is my husband and my mate. I belong with him. Not to him; it did start out that way but it isn't that way anymore. I am not his slave. That is where I want to be. Get it? I'm sick of having this argument with you." She said angrily. "You have no idea what kind of deal you made and with whom. I have met Lord Frieza. He is a horrible individual; a tyrant, and a bully. You giving me over to him is the worst thing you could do! If for no other reason, he will want me to build weapons of destruction to further his empire, to destroy other innocent planets like ours! I will not do it. And when I refuse, he will kill me or send me to be a slave in a harem or whatever other horrible punishment he could come up with or worse yet, use me against Vegeta.
"I would rather die than let any of that happen, especially to be used as a weapon against Vegeta. I couldn't bear it. Please, trust me that I know what I am talking about. It's not too late, turn around and take me back. Please. I am begging you, Yamcha."
"I don't care about him though. I care about you. If he uses you to destroy him, then whatever. I don't care! As long as you're safe and we can be together, that's all that matters to me. You've barely known him. How can you say you love him and dismiss me?"
"I don't know how, but believe me, Yamcha. It is over between us. I know it's hard for you and I don't want to hurt you. But you need to let me go. I know you mean well and I appreciate that but you are getting us both in a heaping mess of trouble. You have to take me back to Callisto." She pleaded. She was already exhausted, but was desperate for a way out of this. She just did not know how to explain her relationship with Vegeta in a way he would understand without giving too much away. "I know you don't understand, but he does love me. If you loved me with all of the power of your soul for a whole life time, you couldn't love me as much as he does in a single day.* I don't say that to be mean or hurtful, I say it because it is the truth. Now please, take me back."
Yamcha frowned at her and looked at her for a moment. She could see how much she had hurt him just now with her statement, but maybe it was enough for him to respect her choice and take her back. Her hopes were in vain. "No. We will head on to the planet Vegas as planned, where I will meet up with this Captain Ginyu and he will take us to Lord Frieza." He said shaking his head at her. "You'll see. This is for the best. I have a good feeling."
Bulma pounded her fist into the floor in frustration. "You're a fool. And whatever happens to you, I will not feel sorry for you." She said and proceeded to throw up again.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, ignoring her. "You're never sick."
"I am pregnant, you idiot." She whispered.
"What? With his cild?"
"Of course it's his, you moron! I've told you a hundred times, he's my husband! Who else's child would it be?" she raged. "Take me back!"
"I can't believe it." he said, shaking his head and pacing in front of her, making her feel nauseous again.
"Why not, you know how babies are made, don't you? I'm surprised you never made any back on Earth with your many conquests." She said sarcastically.
"That's not fair! What choice did I have?"
"You were always pressuring me to get into my pants!" she shot back. "I wasn't ready. You didn't care. I put up with your constant cheating because you kept saying you wouldn't do it again and because I was stupid! How many times did you cheat on me, Yamcha? And using the excuse that you're a guy and you need to sew your wild oats or whatever the hell your ridiculous excuses were because I didn't want to put out was just that. Bullshit."
"Well, how long were we together, Bulma? Three years? No one waits that long!"
"Yes, we were together three years and in all that time you cheated on me repeatedly." She replied. "Did it ever occur to you that every time you cheated on me, it was a setback in our relationship? Did you think that I'd just want to jump into bed with you right after finding out you'd been unfaithful yet again? Yamcha, I kept hoping you'd changed after every time. You'd tell me you'd changed and you'd go back on that the first time some hot chick walked in your direction."
"That's just an excuse and you know it." he snorted. "I don't believe you actually willingly slept with him either. They told me. You are his concubine. I'm not stupid, I know what that means."
"It was a cover." She replied. "He told everyone that so that I might be left alone."
"Uh-huh. And how long until he made you live up to this supposed cover? Either he fooled you into giving it up or he forced himself on you. Which is it? Is that why you're pregnant? Did he rape you? And now you have some sick sense of loyalty to him; some sense of Stockholm syndrome or whatever they call it."
Bulma stood up and slapped him as hard as she could. "How dare you! It was never like that. Vegeta is nothing like you! He never once forced himself on me or pressured me; quite the opposite actually. He treats me with respect; has never hurt me the way you repeatedly have. When he finds us, and I assure you he will, I won't stop him from doing whatever it is he's going to do to you. Not only have you kidnapped his mate and plotted to give her over to his greatest enemy, but by endangering me, you have endangered our unborn child and his heir. I assure you, he is beyond pissed off right now."
"Pfft. What's he going to do about it? We're three days away from Callisto. He has no idea who's taken you or where we are headed. By the time he's figured it out, we'll both be under the protection of Lord Frieza, I'm sure." Yamcha shrugged. "He doesn't seem to be very afraid of Vegeta, so guess what? I'm not worried about it."
Bulma sighed, knowing that Yamcha was probably half right; especially if Vegeta didn't get that ship today. "Well, you didn't see what he did to the last person who tried to violate me. He beat him to death. Once he's pissed off, that's it. And I won't say or do anything in your defence."
"Isn't that nice." Yamcha spat. "The girl I love forsaking me for some alien she's only known a few months. Well, you're lucky I'm so forgiving. We have a three week journey on us. It's just you and me on this ship, you'll have no choice but to remember how good we are together and hopefully by the time we make it to Vegas and see Captain Ginyu, you'll agree with me about how ridiculous you're being right now."
"No, Yamcha, I won't." She said, shaking her head and trying not to get emotional.
"Sure." He shrugged and left the room, leaving her there on her own.
Bulma leaned back against the nearest wall, brought her knees up to her chest and shook her head as she brushed away the tears that began to fall. This was an absolute disaster. Vegeta? Are you still there?
Of course I am! He replied somewhat harshly.
We're headed to Vegas where he's meeting up with a Captain Ginyu.
I know. I heard most of your conversation with that scum. He growled. You should not have told him of your pregnancy. He will surely tell Ginyu and then he will tell Frieza.
But Vegeta, if we're going to be on this ship three weeks and I'm throwing up every day, he'd have figured it out anyway. It's very common for human women to be sick for the first three months. As well, who knows, but I may even start showing by then. I don't really know how far along I am. It could be anywhere from four to six weeks, so by the time we make it to Vegas I'll be nine weeks at the most. That's almost three months. Chi-Chi was showing at three months, though only a little.
Hmmn. He replied.
Vegeta, what are we going to do?
I do not know yet. Just do not start panicking; not yet. Do not give him any more information where I am concerned. Let him think what he wants with regards to us. I do not need him feeding Ginyu and Frieza anything more than you have already told him.
I know, I'm sorry. I'm rattled; I'm not feeling well and some of the things he said were so mean and I was upset. I-
I know. It does not matter what he thinks. He is too stupid to listen and that will be to his detriment. So help me when I find him…
I know. Do what you want with him. I don't care. She said, wiping more tears away and holding her breath to fight back another wave of nausea. Just please find a way to get to me before he takes me to Frieza. Or what if you and Kakarott just head over to Frieza's and meet us there?
I was considering that. I do not know where he is at the moment though. He resides on a ship.
Alright. Maybe I can find out where he is. Yamcha doesn't know of our bond or that I can speak with you. Maybe I can ask him to ask Ginyu. There has to be a way, Vegeta. And I'm sorry, I'm rambling now.
Try and get some rest. Leave the rest to me. I will find you, Woman. I promise. He said, his tone softening a little. I will inform you the moment I leave this blasted planet!
Alright. I love you, Vegeta.
I know. He replied; and after a very long pause, Me too.
Bulma smiled at him; amazed that he had said such a thing to her. He had never told her he loved her. Not verbally anyway; this was the closest he had ever come to it.
Do not be getting all sentimental and weepy! Everything will be fine. He bristled back sharply.
I'm not, you jerk. She said, rolling her eyes at him.
Just keep your emotions in check. I do not need to be distracted with your emotional outbursts every five minutes. Get some rest. I am going to find that fool, Kakarott and see what kind of progress he has made and let that harpy of a mate of his know that you are fine.
Alright. I will. Tell Chi-Chi I'm just fine and not to worry. Still love you.
Hmmn. Was all he replied and he was gone.
Bulma decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet for now. She curled herself up in a ball on her side, trying to get as comfortable as she possibly could. Yamcha hadn't even left her a measly blanket or pillow! So much for keeping the girl you're supposedly in love with at least somewhat comfortable. She thought to herself and began to drift off into sleep. The last half hour or so had been extremely exhausting.
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Yamcha sat in the pilots chair in the control room of the small ship. He couldn't believe how badly this had backfired on him. He had been hoping that once he had gotten Bulma away from that horrible Vegeta that she would have been so thankful to him. What was the deal? She didn't have to pretend to be in love with him anymore. It's not like he was here or would be near her ever again.
He had rescued her! And all the thanks he had gotten from her had been her calling him names and shouting at him. That was so typical Bulma though. He snorted to himself. Always screeching at me over something. I don't even know why I even went through all the trouble! He thought angrily, banging his right arm on the arm rest. "Ow! Shit!" he cursed. He had forgotten about his arm.
"Stupid goddamned dog!" he muttered, unwrapping the bandage. It needed to be changed anyway. He winced as he pulled the bandage off where it was stuck to the wound; he had reopened it when he had banged it a moment ago. The dog had gotten him good. After three days it was still like a fresh wound. He most likely needed stitches. Thankfully Bulma had called him off or he didn't want to know what had happened. She had been at least that kind.
He should have been more careful…
Three days ago…
Yamcha had landed back on Callisto. Krillin had barely spoken a word to him since leaving Vegas. He disagreed vehemently on his plan and had tried to discourage him. Once he figured out that Yamcha wasn't going to change his mind on this, he hadn't had much to say to him. That suited Yamcha just fine. He wouldn't be living on Callisto anymore anyway. When would he ever run into the bald monk again anyway? He just hoped he could get to Bulma and get off the planet before he decided to "do the right thing" and warn Bulma and her so-called husband. Then the plan would be screwed! He had trained in martial arts back on Earth. He was very confident of his skills, but knew he wouldn't be able to beat Vegeta in a real physical altercation. Not after last time. There was something about that guy. He was freakishly strong.
Oh well, if everything went sideways, at least he had told that Captain Ginyu where Vegeta was. He also had Ginyu's contact information. That had to count for something, right? If Ginyu had to come here for Vgeta it would still get Bulma away from him and they could start over again either wherever this Lord Frieza happened to reside or just stay here together if she didn't want the job. He positive that she would definitely go for it once she knew her father was there.
Krillin and Yamcha parted ways without a word. Yamcha informed the dock crew that he had elsewhere he needed to be immediately; that he would be returning in an hour or two and to have the ship refuelled. No one asked any questions and proceeded as he had asked.
Yamcha went back to his home, packed a few belongings into his backpack; grabbed some medication he had acquired a few months ago to help him sleep. Since leaving Earth he had many difficulties falling asleep. He had convinced himself it was because Bulma was not with him once he had found out she was here; that it was his subconscious telling him that he needed her. There was an herbalist at the market. He didn't know what type of alien race she was but she had given him a sleep remedy that knocked you right out and it was perfect for him since it only dissolved under your tongue in seconds. He had loved it since he hated swallowing large pills; always had ever since he was young. He chuckled to himself as he realized how perfect this would be too! If she didn't come willingly with him, he would find a way to render her unconscious and then slip her one. He'd have plenty of time to get her on the ship then.
He packed away everything he thought he may need; a change of clothes for himself, some snacks and a knife just in case he needed it. He left his place and headed out towards the market. It was late afternoon/early evening, just before dinnertime. Bulma was usually there this time a day. He prayed that she was alone and that Vegeta was not with her. He seemed to like to accompany her; and if he wasn't with her she usually had at least one of her dogs with her, if not both. Maybe she'd have the puppy, then this would be easy. The Doberman couldn't weigh more than 45 to 50pounds at the most; he would be easy to overtake. He had watched her from afar a few times since his altercation with Vegeta several weeks ago. He was intense, but still an inexperienced puppy.
It was the Shepherd he worried about. That dog hated him. He didn't know why; he'd never done anything to him. He couldn't remember what type of dog it was. They didn't look like much, but he knew they weren't to be messed with. He had seen what they could do when Bulma had dragged him out to watch a few protection trials. She had wanted to compete with Cable. From what he remembered, it was the German Shepherds and whatever breed she had now that dominated everything. It hadn't been his thing, but he respected what those dogs could to. The smaller shepherd breed always scared him more than the typical German Shepherd. They were smaller, extremely fast and more agile and came across as slightly crazed to him; like they enjoyed the work just a little too much. He was very wary of that dog of hers.
Sure enough, there was Bulma. She was out walking the Shepherd but was otherwise alone, which was good. He had followed her out to a nearby field where she had begun throwing a ball for the dog.
Yamcha had taken another good look around to make sure Vegeta wasn't lurking around. Chi-Chi wasn't there either. Bonus! She could kick his ass without breaking a sweat. He waited until she tossed the ball out and the dog had taken off after it before making his move.
"Hey, Bulma." He had greeted casually.
"What do you want, Yamcha?" she had replied irritably.
"Look, before you get mad, there's something really important I need to tell you," he started, looking warily as the dog had returned with the ball; his ears already up in alert and his heckles slightly raised.
"Make it quick." She replied snippily, tossing the ball again. The dog hesitated a moment before going to retrieve the ball.
"I was on the planet Vegas and ran into someone and we got talking and you came up. It turns out that your father is alive and well working for Lord Frieza. This Lord Frieza wants to offer you a job as well." Yamcha explained quickly. "Isn't that wonderful?"
"It is. I'm glad my father is alright, though I already knew that." She replied dryly. "Thanks though."
"But B, this emperor wants you to come work for him!" Yamcha repeated. "Can you imagine? Working for an emperor! And with your father again too!"
"I already know who this Lord Frieza is and I won't be working a single minute with him. He is a horrible person. Stay away from him." She said as Aro returned again with the ball.
"What about your father though?"
Bulma sighed, she was glad to have a second confirmation that he was indeed alive. However she wasn't about to tell Yamcha that she already had a plan to rescue him when Vegeta left to confront Frieza. If he'd been in contact with Frieza, he could not be trusted. "I'm glad he's alive, but there's nothing I can do for him, Yamcha. I'm staying right here." She said, tossing the ball.
"I can't believe you!" Yamcha exclaimed. "I have a ship already refueled and ready to go for us. We can just leave now together. No one would know. Come on. You can take the dog with you too if you want."
"No, Yamcha. My place is here." She shook her head, looking at him warily. He looked nervous and agitated. It was making her uncomfortable and she suddenly didn't trust him. It was time to head back to the house. It wasn't far. Vegeta was training in the gravity simulator with Kakarott so he had his stupid wall up as per usual when he trained.
"With Him?"
Bulma nodded. "Yes. With Him."
"So you'd just ditch out on a chance to see your father again because of Him?" he asked in a shocked tone. "B, what has happened to you? What has he done to you? You're like completely brainwashed!"
"Enough, Yamcha!" she shouted at him. "I'm glad my father is alive, but I am not going to take a job from a galactic tyrant over it! Believe me; it's not as good as it sounds. Now leave me alone. Good night."
Yamcha stood there and frowned as she left him standing there. He didn't want to have to do this, but she hadn't given him any other choice. It was now or never. Who knew when he'd get another opportunity? He reached out and grabbed her; his arm locking around her neck, pulling her close to him. He hadn't thought it through quite properly and wasn't quick enough to avoid the dog, who had bitten him immediately on the thigh and was pulling him down. Fortunately, he'd grabbed more fabric than flesh so he ignored the dog, though since the dog had more fabric, he was thrashing in an effort to bring him down and he was quickly losing his balance.
Bulma elbowed him in the gut, but he ignored it, hoping she would tire quickly. After a few shots in the gut with her elbow, he had no choice but to let her go. Once he had, the dog had released him and had immediately gone right for his right forearm before he could regain his composure from Bulma elbowing him.
"Shit! Shit!" he screamed as the dog began to pull him so that he was leaning over. Try as he might to fight him off, he couldn't; the more he did, the more aggressive the dog became; thrashing and trying to pull him right down. "Bulma! Call him off! I was just kidding around!"
"Will you leave me the hell alone?" she asked.
"Yes! Get him off before he rips my arm off! Stupid psycho dog!"
"Aro. Out!" she shouted and the dog let go, however placed himself between Yamcha and Bulma. He was panting and licking the blood off his chops, watching Yamcha intently to see if he was going to try anything else almost daring him to; his ears tilted back towards Bulma waiting for her to tell him what to do.
"What the fuck, B?" he whined, looking at his mangled arm.
"You should know by now, don't do stupid things around protection dogs. How many times did Cable get pissed at you for screwing around?" she asked irritably. "What did you think you were doing?"
"I was only horsing around and your stupid dog doesn't seem to know the difference. Look what he did!" he said holding out his arm.
"Let me see." She sighed, knowing that she should really just leave. Who cares? Aro did his job. He had thought Yamcha was threatening her, reacted and took care of it the way he was supposed to. Though she did feel a slight pang of guilt. He had come here to tell her about her father and got bitten in the process. "That looks pretty bad." She murmured, looking at it. The skin was torn deep in several spots in his forearm. This wasn't only a bite; Aro had torn the flesh badly in his attempt to bring him down to ground level. She had to hide a smile in pride at what he had done. He was such a nice dog that sometimes she questioned whether or not he'd actually attack someone in a real life threatening situation. Working with him in the yard it was all for show or sport. It was a game. Some dogs didn't react in a real life situation. She was proud of him.
Yamcha watched her look at his arm. He looked at the dog, who was ready to attack again if he needed to. This time he would be ready for it though. He took advantage of her close proximity and grabbed her again with his bad arm, locking it around her neck again, ignoring the throbbing pain. As predicted, the dog went for him again at the thigh, though this time actually bit right into his thigh muscle rather than the pant leg.
Thinking quickly, he grabbed his knife out of his back pocket and stabbed the dog in the shoulder. Surprisingly, that didn't make the dog let go. It only made him go more on the defensive and pull harder on him in an effort to get him into the ground. He knew if he let that happen, he'd be screwed.
"Oh my god! What have you done?!" Bulma shrieked at him.
"Call him off, or I'll do it again." he threatened.
"Aro. Out. Go home!" she yelled at him. Aro released him and looked at her questioningly. "Good boy! Go home! Go find Vegeta! Go home!"
The dog hesitated a moment but took off down the road, despite the stab wound in his shoulder. Bulma sighed in relief. She had taught both dogs the command "Go home". Everyone had bugged her at what a useless command it was, but she was glad for it. Vegeta wasn't answering her. Now that Yamcha was severely injured in the arm and leg, he should be slowed down quite substantially. Aro would make it home and Chi-Chi would freak out seeing him wounded and covered in blood. She would get those two stupid Saiyans out of the gravity room. She was also thankful she'd had Aro with her. He was trained in tracking. Danger wasn't. She hadn't been sure how to teach him. Aro would be able to lead them to where she was.
Yamcha hit her over the head, rendering her unconscious. He laid her on the ground and examined his arm for a moment. It was badly mauled. He needed medical attention but knew he didn't have time. He grabbed some of his sleeping remedy and shoved three or four of them in her mouth. When he was sure they were dissolved and she was fine, he wrapped her up in a blanket that he'd stuffed into his back pack and began to hurry to the docking bay. It wasn't far from where he was now.
Yamcha thanked his lucky stars that there was no one there to see him. It was suppertime so most of the attendants would be grabbing dinner. He saw two of them on the other end just visiting, not paying him any attention. He quickly ran to the ship he had used earlier and placed her carefully on the floor.
He then set the coordinates on the ship for Vegas and took off without incident. Once in outer space, he relaxed. His arm and leg were really throbbing now that the adrenaline rush had passed. He knew he had to clean the wounds so they would not get infected. He went to check on Bulma. She was still out. She would be for a while. He had given her quite a bit of that stuff. He just hoped he hadn't overdone it. Usually he needed only one of them and it would knock him right out for at least twelve hours. One should have been more than enough for her since she was so much smaller than him. In his panic, he had given her at least three. That had been stupid. At least they would be far away from Callisto by the time she woke up.
He had found a pair of handcuffs on the ship on his way back. He hadn't been sure why they were there, but they were. He picked her up and moved her into the kitchen, handcuffing her to the table so she wouldn't go anywhere once she woke up. He had a feeling that until he talked some sense into her, she'd be pretty pissed off.
He took the blanket with him. He needed to make some bandages for himself and clean himself up.
Present day…
Yamcha finished cleaning and rewrapping his arm. The leg wound wasn't that bad. The dog hadn't been thrashing when he'd bit his leg. The wound was still very tender but had closed nicely. He wondered how long it would take for his arm to heal. He knew he had been extremely lucky that this had been the worst of it.
He decided to get some rest. Bulma was quiet. Maybe she had gone back to sleep. He couldn't believe she was pregnant; and with a half alien too! How disgusting! He shook his head. He would worry about all of that later on. He was just thankful that his plan had worked. In just under three weeks, everything would be set right. He and Bulma could get on with their lives the way they were supposed to.
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Vegeta paced the main floor of the house on Callisto. What was taking Kakarott so long? He had gone to talk to Piccolo nearly two hours ago to see if he could find out where Frieza's ship was posted; hopefully not too far away. He wanted to get there and deal with him before the Weakling took Bulma to Ginyu and then to Frieza's ship. It seemed like the best option. There would be no way to catch up to them now; not with a three-day, at this point almost four day head start on them.
"Would please you stop pacing?" Chi-Chi said irritably. "You're making me extremely nervous. Just sit down."
Vegeta turned and glared at Chi-Chi. "Oh, I am sorry. I would not want to disturb you. However the last time I checked it was not your mate who was missing." He growled sarcastically. The harpy had been getting on his nerves the last three days. He did not understand how Kakarott could have mated with such a woman.
"I know you're upset, so am I. We all are." Chi-Chi said sympathetically. "But pacing around here and brooding isn't going to help anything. If I were you I'd get some rest or go train. Since you're so good at that." She said sarcastically with an underlying contempt.
She had blamed Vegeta for Bulma's disappearance. She had felt that if Vegeta hadn't blocked her out while he was training that she wouldn't have gone missing in the first place. However, he hadn't known that she was going out. He had assumed she was here so why would he feel the need to monitor her every second of the day? Again, if he hadn't blocked her through the bond, he'd have known she was going out. He should have still kept an eye on her especially with her being pregnant now. Why had he been so careless?
The truth of the matter was he had gotten too comfortable on this planet. There was no one here that could rival neither he nor Kakarott in their strength. He had no reason to believe that anyone would want to harm Bulma in any way here. She had survived here seven months without him around. There had never been the threat of anything according to Chi-Chi and Kakarott. Everyone loved Bulma here for her contributions to advancing the planet. The thought that someone might want to cause her harm never occurred to any of them.
He had kept a close watch on her after his altercation with the Weakling several weeks past. However he had not sensed him around, and he hadn't been seen or heard from again and so within a few weeks, Vegeta concluded that he must have gotten the message. How stupid of him to be so lax. He had blamed himself repeatedly from the moment Aro had come home with a stab wound in his shoulder.
Chi-Chi had said the poor dog was running on three legs, favoring the shoulder. It had been a very deep wound. It had been surprising he'd had the stamina to make it back to the house. He had been covered in blood, though they hadn't been clear if it was all his own or from someone he had attacked, or if Bulma had been injured and it was hers. After the initial panic, Aro had lead them out to a nearby field where Bulma usually took the dogs out for a run and ball toss. There had been some blood on the ground on the dirt road and it had been fairly fresh. Still, no one knew if it had been Bulma's or someone that Aro had bitten in an attempt to protect her. Vegeta's initial reaction had been ager towards the dog. He had voiced his concern in the beginning about a dog not being of much use and could be easily taken out but no one had listened to him. In time he had grown fond of him and had trusted him implicitly where Bulma's safety was concerned. He had failed. In becoming complacent here on this planet with a false sense of security and trusting a mere dog to keep his mate safe he realized that he had once again failed her. How could he have done that?
Now on top of his own anger towards himself, he had Kakarott's mate harassing him every spare moment she found opportunity to do so. If Kakarott hadn't been such a valuable ally, he'd have blasted the woman by now.
"I understand you blame me for Bulma's abduction." He sneered back at her. "However how is it you think I feel on the matter? Do you think I have not plagued myself over this entire scenario since it happened? I do blame myself. Immensely. You could not even begin to comprehend it. I do not need your judgement on me as well."
"Just saying, is all." She snipped back at him.
"Well, you have said enough." He growled. "You do not even understand the gravity of this situation. My mate is about to be handed over to the universe's most vicious tyrant. Someone that I do not know if I am strong enough to defeat yet even with Kakarott's help. You cannot begin to imagine what I am going through at this moment! I not only have her wellbeing to be concerned about but I also have the life of our unborn child to worry about."
"I get it, but I still don't know why you would block her out anyway." Chi-Chi argued. "Didn't you learn anything the first time that you shouldn't do that? You're not a fast learner are you?"
Vegeta took a deep breath and clenched his fists. "Just shut up." He said quietly. "You are wearing my patience thin. If you weren't Kakarott's mate, I would blast you where you stand. Now leave it alone!"
"Whatever." Chi-Chi shrugged, still angry with him over this situation. It was his fault.
There was a knock on the door. Vegeta went and answered it immediately. In front of him stood a very short bald man, much shorter than even he himself was.
"Umm, hey, Vegeta? Is it?" Krillin said sheepishly as the angry Prince opened the door and glared at him. They hadn't officially met yet, but he had heard enough about him that he was certainly frightened of him.
"What do you want?" he growled, crossing his arms.
"I couldn't help but hear at the market place that something happened to Bulma." He said nervously.
"What of it?" Vegeta asked harshly. "Have you any useful information? If not I suggest you leave and mind your own damned business."
"Umm, well, I know who took her and where she's headed, sir."
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "I already know all of that. I am waiting on a ship. As soon as it arrives I will be leaving. However, how did you come to know of it?" he asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.
"Well, Yamcha and I went to Vegas and he got talking to some purple guy who called himself Captain Ginyu. He wanted to know where you were and was very interested in Bulma when she was brought up. This guy then called his employer who he called Lord Frieza and this Frieza asked that Yamcha bring her to Vegas because he wants you to return to him or something because you skipped out on a mission?" Krillin explained, stuttering throughout his story as he watched Vegeta's features darken.
Vegeta picked up the small man by the front of his shirt and hauled him up against the wall so that they were eye level. "Why did you not come forward with this until now?"
"Umm, because. Because I didn't think Yamcha would actually go through with it." Krillin said nervously. "I tried to talk him out of it the whole way back, honest! I wanted no part in it. I even left him at the restaurant with that Ginyu guy while they made more plans. I swear I didn't want any part in it, I like Bulma she's a nice girl. I don't want any harm to come to her. I only heard today that she'd been missing."
"And even if you thought that low born scum hadn't had the balls to attempt what he has, you do not think a warning would have been nice?" Vegeta shouted at him. "I only found out hours ago where she is through our bond! Had you come forward with this say when you landed or the next day, I might have been able to prevent it or get a ship sooner!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Krillin cried, wincing as Vegeta shook him and banged him against the wall several times.
"Vegeta, enough!" Chi-Chi hollered at him. "Seriously, be thankful he thought enough of Bulma to come tell us even this much! Now let him go!"
Vegeta turned and glared at her a moment before letting go of Krillin, who dropped to the ground with a loud thud. "Why do I constantly surround myself with idiots!" he shouted, heading outside before he decided to hurt anyone. The need to kill someone or something at that moment becoming very apparent.
He walked out around the front of the house and headed up the street. He was only a few feet away from the house when he noticed Aro gimping along with him. "Go home, dog." He growled at him. Aro sat next to him and looked up at him. "Go home!" he said again, pointing to the house and continued his angry walk up the street. He sighed in frustration as Aro continued to walk beside him. He just wanted to be left alone, was that such a bad thing?
"Alright, fine." He mumbled. "You can come along, but keep up! I will not be waiting around for your gimped ass should you fall behind."
They made their way together in silence up the street to the field that Bulma usually took the dogs to. He had gone there several times in the last few days; he didn't know why. It wasn't like it would help anything anyway. Waiting here wouldn't bring her back.
He looked down at Aro, who was sitting in the spot where the blood had been; his ears and head down, but looking up at Vegeta as though he had done something wrong. Vegeta scowled at him. "It is not your fault." He said, walking up to the dog and scratching him on the head. "Though you're probably the only one who really understands how I feel. This is my fault, not yours. You did your job.
"Though if I do have room for complaint it is to never listen to that fool woman again." he said. "I am sure you did not make it easy for that cowardly son of a bitch. The only way for him to win was to injure you though the Woman said she sent you away. Next time, you are to ignore her and do your worst."
Aro was still looking at him. "And look what I am reduced to; talking to a stupid dog. Pathetic." He muttered and continued walking up the road in an angry huff; Aro walking beside him offering silent company that he did appreciate, though would never admit it to anyone.
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"Sorry about that, he's just an asshole sometimes." Chi-Chi said to Krillin after Vegeta stormed out.
"It's alright. He's probably worried sick." Krillin shrugged.
"He is and he blames himself, as well he should!" Chi-Chi grumbled. "Would you like anything? Kakarott is out on a meeting with Piccolo and he and Vegeta are waiting on a ship then they will go after Bulma."
"No, I'm alright." Krillin said shaking his head. "I just came to tell you guys is all. I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I just really didn't think Yamcha would go through with it is all, I honestly didn't. Now I feel responsible. I should have done more to discourage him."
"It's not your fault."
"I know it isn't, but I was there when he started making a deal with those guys. I left because I wanted no part in it. I disagreed with it right from the beginning. I thought Yamcha was a nice guy until recently."
"He's always been a loser." Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. "I think he just can't deal with it that she's over him. Like they broke up tons before and he'd pester her until she finally gave in and took him back. That's how it always was but now she isn't and I think he just can't deal with it but this is just crossing the line. Vegeta's going to kill him. You know that, right?"
Krillin nodded. "I kinda figured that. Though I don't really blame him."
"I'm not kidding. Yamcha is a dead man." Chi-Chi said seriously.
"Hey, guys!" Kakarott greeted walking into the house. "Hey, Krillin! How's it going?"
"Good, Kakarott." Krillin nodded.
"So? Any luck?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Yes. Piccolo knows where Frieza's ship is. It's actually looking like it's headed towards Vegas. It's almost there. He must not want to waste any time where Bulma is concerned. So our best bet would be to head to Vegas. That's three weeks away. They have three days on us. The only thing we don't know is how long Frieza will stay there. He may leave once they arrive. So, Piccolo showed me how to track Frieza's ship on a frequency that shouldn't be able to be traced by him."
"That's good! Any word on the ship?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Yeah. It just arrived about a half hour ago. It's being refueled and then we can go anytime we want. We could probably leave now if we wanted to." Kakarott nodded. "Where's Vegeta?"
"Off brooding somewhere feeling sorry for himself." Chi-Chi said, rolling her eyes. "He nearly shook poor Krillin to death earlier."
"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Krillin said.
"The hell it wasn't!" Chi-Chi argued.
"Whoa, what happened?" Kakarott said, putting up his hands.
"I kind of upset him I think." Krillin said. "I knew this was going to happen with Bulma. I was with Yamcha when he made the plans and I should have come here as soon as we landed and said something. I didn't because I didn't think Yamcha would actually go through with it. I only heard about it a little while ago in the market. I came to tell him what I knew in case he didn't already know what had happened to her and he got angry."
"Yeah. And he threw poor Krillin up against the wall." Chi-Chi said.
"Okay." Kakarott nodded. "Thank you, Krillin for letting us know, but I kinda agree with Vegeta, you should have let us know sooner. Now Yamcha has a three day head start on us. But whatever, thanks for letting us know. Don't worry about Vegeta, he gets that way when he's upset. Don't take it personally."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't blame the guy. I'd be mad at me too. Is there any way I can help?" Krillin asked.
"Absolutely not! You`ll just get in our way." Vegeta growled behind them, standing in the open doorway.
"Hey, Vegeta! We can leave anytime now." Kakarott said cheerfully.
"Excellent. Let's go."
"Can't we get something to eat first?"
"No!" Vegeta bellowed as he headed out. "I already packed my things away. I am ready to leave with or without you."
"Alright, I'm coming." Kakarott said dejectedly.
"Here, I made a bunch of stuff for you guys to take." Chi-Chi said, handing Kakarott two baskets worth of food.
"Awesome! Thanks Chi-Chi!" Kakarott beamed.
"Do you have your good armor, clown?" Vegeta asked.
"Yeah, I packed it in a capsule."
"Good. You're going to need it. Let's go." Vegeta said, leaving without another word and blasting off into the sky.
"Be careful." Chi-Chi said, giving him a hug. "Make sure you come back to me."
"Don't worry, Chi-Chi. Vegeta and I will be just fine. It'll be like old times again! I've been spoiling for a good battle for a while now. I'll be fine. We've both been training really hard and I have no doubt that we're ready. Besides, we live for this kinda thing." He said hugging her back.
"You guys sure you don't want me to tag along?" Krillin asked.
"Nah, You're better off staying here, Krillin. I appreciate the thought, but I'm afraid Vegeta is right on this one. This will be dangerous. Keep an eye on Chi-Chi for me, will ya?" Kakarott said, heading out.
"Sure thing." Krillin nodded, watching as his friend took off into the sky after Vegeta.
"I do hope they'll be careful." Chi-Chi said, watching her mate leave.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Krillin shrugged, though he really had no idea just what they were going to be facing.
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Vegeta was already inside the ship, strapped in and ready to go once Kakarott had arrived. He waited for Kakarott to shut the door and took off almost immediately.
"Did the Namek find out where Lord Frieza is?"
"He's almost to Vegas. So we might as well just head there." He replied rifling through one of the baskets Chi-Chi had given him.
"Hmmn. Alright." He said, setting the coordinates and leaning back in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Woman, I am coming for you. Hang tight.
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