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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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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Once again, a HUGE Thank you to Dragonbabezee for helping me out with awesome ideas for this fight and beta-ing for me!
Chapter 38
Kakarott had reached the ship a while ago with Yamcha and Bulma's parents. He frowned, trying to sense Vegeta. He could, but just barely. It was like he was really far away or was really repressing his energy level. He wondered why that was. He assumed that things must be okay if he was suppressing his power level so much. He was waiting for his energy to spike before making a move.
He couldn't sense Bulma at all, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He usually had a hard time finding her anyway unless she was really close nearby.
"So, are we going to get the hell out of here or what?" Yamcha asked irritably. "Where's Bulma?"
"I don't know," Kakarott said with a frown. He was concentrating really hard on trying to locate her. If she was with Vegeta then he wouldn't try to look for her. But if she wasn't with him, then it may be a good idea to go and get her. If only he could sense her, which of course, he couldn't. "I can't sense her. Vegeta is with Frieza from what can tell."
"Well why don't we go find Bulma and get her out of here now while Vegeta and Frieza are distracted?" Yamcha suggested.
"Because firstly we aren't leaving without Vegeta and secondly Vegeta may need my help defeating Frieza. This isn't going to be any ordinary battle. Frieza is the most powerful being in the universe."
"Who cares!" Yamcha objected. "Maybe they'll destroy each other. Bonus if they do as far as I'm concerned. As long as all of us and Bulma make it out of here alive, that's all that matters."
"Look I do agree with you to a point. I know you don't like Vegeta but at the end of the day, he is my prince. That trumps any opinion you may have about him. Not only that, but like it or not he is Bulma's mate. She won't leave here without him. I already made her do that once and it devastated her. I don't want to do that to her again.
"So you are more than welcome to leave with us; I cannot in good conscience just leave you here. Or if you are that against traveling with Vegeta then feel free to leave on your own accord. Keep in mind, he may not want you here either after all the trouble you've caused. So when he makes it back here, I'd recommend keeping a very low profile around here for a while. He'll already be in a really bad mood after fighting Frieza." Kakarott said firmly to him. He himself hoped Vegeta didn't blast him for allowing Yamcha on board in the first place.
"Oh, surely it won't be that bad!" Mrs. Briefs said, linking her arm through Yamcha's. "You're staying right here with us. Yamcha is practically family you know. He and Bulma were supposed to get married one day. But if Bulma's found herself a handsome prince, that still doesn't disclude Yamcha from our family. Does it?" she asked, patting Yamcha's cheek affectionately.
"That's fine. Just keep him scarce." Kakarott nodded. "Vegeta won't be happy he's here."
Kakarott looked back towards the inside of Frieza's ship and smirked. Finally! Vegeta let loose! It was about time! He would stay here and hang tight for a little bit before going to help him. If he knew Vegeta, he would want to bask in all his glory for a little bit before getting down to business. That was alright with him.
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Bulma gasped as she watched Vegeta transform. He looked absolutely magnificent! If it weren't for the fact that she knew he wanted her safe, she would have been frightened by his appearance: His height hadn't changed any, but his shoulders, neck, arms and chest had grown thicker. His normally black upswept hair was now a brilliant golden blonde and his eyes were a piercing teal. He looked positively regal as he stood tall and proud; a golden aura enveloping him and bright energy crackling around him. He was, dare she say, beautiful.
He looked at her a moment; his face a stone mask, not giving anything away. This is it. She thought to herself. She hoped so anyway. She nodded at him.
Frieza's face slacked into surprise as the golden light of the Super Saiyan bathed him, but then relaxed once more. "So you can turn blonde, eh?" he said, smiling mockingly. "Well I still prefer brunettes, but go with whatever works for you my dear."
Vegeta snarled in reply, disappeared and phased right in front of Frieza.
"Impressive." Frieza said nonchalantly. "Though I'm afraid it still will not be nearly enough." He cackled before throwing a fist at Vegeta, who managed to easily block it. Then they both disappeared.
Bulma frowned, trying to see what had happened to them, but couldn't. If it weren't for the odd cry and crackling of lightning, she would have assumed that they had left the room to take the battle elsewhere.
She glanced at Ginyu, who was watching intently, obviously able to keep track of what was going on, though his hold on her hadn't loosened up any. She wondered how she would be able to get out of here, unless Ginyu let her go, it wasn't looking good.
"What's happening?" she asked the purple skinned giant.
Ginyu didn't give her a proper answer. "Hmm," was all he said, frowning at the battle she couldn't see.
Freiza attacked with grim pleasure, already anticipating the crushing he was going to deal to his favorite little monkey who dared defy him. Whatever tricks this transformation had wrought in Vegeta, it had certainly made him stronger, but Frieza was not worried. He knew how many aces he still had up his sleeve.
Vegeta wanted to let his power rip on Frieza, but he couldn't. He countered or evaded every blow Frieza threw at him, but cautiously and carefully. When he hit back it was with restraint, sensing out Freiza's limits and countering but not overwhelming him - knocking him back, but always away from the woman, trying not to mash him through the floor or walls or ceiling. The sweat was already breaking out on Vegeta's brow, not from the physical exertion but from concentration. This was maybe the hardest fight he'd ever fought. Not because of the power of his opponent, but in the restraint he had to exercise to prevent his frail mate from being damaged. It was going to take all day to defeat Freiza at this rate! He decided to change tact.
Vegeta backed away from Bulma and Ginyu, putting Frieza between them and himself. When Frieza next lunged at him Vegeta sped towards him, slipping feet first under his Freiza's arm at the last moment, catching the arm and throwing Frieza into a wild spin. The lizard cried out in surprise, but not for long as Vegeta twisted up above him and drove him face down into the floor. They made a rather large dent in the throne room, but Vegeta managed to halt their momentum before they cracked straight through. He held Frieza's arm behind him with one hand, and snaked his other arm around Frieza's neck.
"Ack!" gasped Frieza in shock, scrabbling at the arm around his throat. Vegeta adjusted his grip, preparing to choke him to death or rip his head off, whichever came first, but Frieza flung himself back up into the air, crashing into the throne room ceiling, thrashing about madly in his hold. Vegeta hung on, but then he heard Bulma scream below. Frieza had put them right above her and Ginyu and debris was raining down on the spectators. Vegeta pushed them down from the ceiling again, trying to look behind him to see if she was alright, but this distraction cost him his grip on Frieza.
Frieza fled to the far side of the throne room, breathing hard. The woman was fine; he saw Ginyu staggering backwards with her still grasped to him. He would have to do something about that, but his attention was pulled back to Frieza by a throaty chuckle.
"I admit it Vegeta; you're much stronger than you were the last time we fought and you are much stronger than I had ever anticipated you to become."
Vegeta was caught between gloating pride at Frieza's words, and suspicion that Frieza sounded so relaxed about it. "Good, because I haven't even begun," he told his former master. "Yet you laugh. I don't think you'll find Hell as amusing as all that."
"Oh, I have no intention of dying Vegeta!"
"Well it's my intention that counts on that front!"
Freiza's smile became icy with annoyance. "I admit it, you're stronger than I am in this form. But that just means you're about to see something that no-one outside my own dear family has ever seen. No-one still alive, anyway."
Ginyu gave a tiny gasp. Bulma swiveled her head to try and see his face. "What's he talking about?" she demanded.
Ginyu smiled in wonder. "The rumors were true then," was all he said.
Just then Freiza gave a guttural cry, his aura whipping up around him again, and his body began to shake.
What now? Wondered Vegeta. Was Freiza powering up for some huge energy attack? He had to get the Woman out of here now! He decided to use Freiza's momentary distraction to turn and hurtle back down to the Captain and his mate. He was alongside the purple brute's horned head in the time it took to blink, curling one arm around the back of the man's skull to hold him still. Ginyu began to raise his fist, opening his mouth in horror.
"Cra-"
Vegeta's other fist drove into the Captain's nose with force. Vegeta felt the crunch of bone and then the spurt of hot blood on his forearm. He sagged in his grasp, and Vegeta glanced down to see if Bulma was okay. She jumped out of Ginyu's loose arms, a frightened look and the splatter of Ginyu's purple blood on her face. She looked wide eyed at Vegeta for a moment. Go. He told her with a nod. She nodded back at him and ran as fast as she could towards the door. He wouldn't have to tell her twice again.
Bulma continued to the door and stopped once she got there. She spared Vegeta one last glance.
"Go!" he urged her almost angrily. Be safe.
Part of her wanted to do as he said and get the hell out of there as quickly as she could. The other part of her worried about leaving him there alone. He seemed to have the upper hand at the moment but what if something happened and he needed her? She gave herself a mental slap at the ridiculousness of that. What could she possibly do to help him if things went sideways? You too. She said back to him and slipped out the door.
Vegeta smirked. Good. Now with her gone, he was free from distraction and he could do as he pleased without fear of her getting caught in the crossfire or frightening her any further. Frieza had racked up a huge debt that needed to be paid back; that debt was long past over due and it was now time to collect. With interest.
Vegeta dropped Ginyu's deadweight and turned back to Frieza, whose screams had reached a crescendo, and Vegeta did a double-take at what he saw: Frieza had altered his form again, and this time frighteningly. His head was massively elongated with two backswept spikes on either side of it. His nose was gone, flattened out into a beak-like mouth. He was even larger, and as he stood catching his breath from his transformation, Vegeta felt his stomach drop; Freiza's power had stepped up again.
"I will regret having to kill you immensely Vegeta. But there is no going back now." His voice had altered too, becoming a chilling, multi-toned rasp.
He shot across the room, and he was surprisingly fast considering the bulkiness of this new transformation, but Vegeta was still able to evade him. Freiza stopped his momentum by embedding his feet into the wall and looked behind him, snarling.
"Come and kill me then!" said Vegeta from the other end of the room. "All I see is a children's nightmare talking big."
"Hold still then and take your medicine!" Frieza came at him again, and this time Vegeta girded himself. They clashed; cartwheel-ling through the air as they tried to land blows on each other. Vegeta got all his in, but he didn't get away entirely without damage. He was still faster than Frieza, but the creatures reach in this form was so long he had to get right within his space to hit him. He evaded the hands and feet with ease, but as a thick, white boa of a tail wrapped its way around his neck he knew he had slipped up by forgetting that this appendage would also be longer. Crap. The tail round his neck felt like a vice, and he suddenly had to divert a lot of his ki to his throat to stop his airway from being crushed. He was not alarmed, not yet anyway, but he did feel a little foolish for getting himself trapped like this.
Freiza laughed and brought Vegeta to his face.
"Well, Vegeta, this is the end," he said, making Vegeta's nose crinkle at the smell of his wine-tainted breath as it washed over his face. "I wonder what Saiyan tastes like?"
He opened his mouth and showed his teeth, his massive purple tongue darting out to lave the side of Vegeta's face. Vegeta was momentarily so horrified that he almost hesitated as he saw his chance – now that Freiza had brought him within arm's reach he smashed his fist into the monster's open mouth, charged with ki. Freiza screamed in surprise and pain, and the two of them fell from the air, Vegeta casting off the other before they hit the floor. Freiza clutched at his mouth and rolled around, moaning with agony at the foot of the steps leading to his throne.
Vegeta couldn't help smiling as he looked down on his enemy. He still hadn't touched the boundary of his power and Freiza was already in trouble. He could finish him at any time…and so he would do it slowly. He drifted down to the top of the dais, settling himself on Frieza's throne to add to the insult of his next words.
"Get up." he told the lizard coolly.
"You don't know when to get off, my little monkey," Freiza hissed back at him. "You don't tell me what to do!"
"I do now, and for the rest of your life, what's left of it."
"I am your master! And you, for all your ridiculous titles and oversized ego, are just a monkey! A prince amongst a rabble of filthy monkeys!"
"The mighty conquer. The weak obey." Vegeta chuckled. "Look, you did teach me something after all."
"I'm not done yet," said Freiza, getting to his feet. He spat a mouthful of clotted maroon blood from his mouth. "You're so cocky Vegeta. Do you think you have out muscled me? Each of my transformations is designed to contain my natural power. You see, it is so large that it's rather an inconvenience most of the time to contain. I still have one more transformation to make before I am in my natural, free state. Only once you have faced me in that form could you say that you have truly beaten me."
Vegeta scowled in frustration. Another level? Who knew how strong that would be? But now that Vegeta had begun this fight, it no longer seemed enough to merely kill Frieza. He wanted to humiliate him. He wanted the tyrant to know that he had lost before he died. Would victory feel hollow if he didn't face Freiza at his best and in his top form? Part of him knew he shouldn't feel like this. A wise part of him said to blast Freiza into the Next Dimension right now, with no further ado, and join his Woman on the dock. But the rest of him wanted a messy, glorious and total defeat of his tormentor. Besides, Vegeta didn't feel like his limits had been tested yet…what were the chances that even this last form would be more powerful than himself?
"All right then," he said. "Let's see it; your last, hideous, form."
Frieza had not waited for his permission. He was straining and groaning already, bringing his transformation on. As Vegeta watched the surface of his hide and armor cracked, and pink energy showed between the cracks. The air and the room began to shake and Vegeta took to the air as the metal floor underneath the throne began to flex and crack. Then, to his shock, the skin and armor began to burst away, light blazing out for a second. The lights in the throne room dimmed, and flickered violently for a few moments before going out. The only light within the room came from Vegeta himself and a few stars that showed in from the large circular window at the end of the room.
Frieza was hunched in on himself, wreathed in dust from the broken ceiling and his own discarded skin, and when he ceased his cries it was so quiet that Vegeta could hear the distant shouts and confusion of soldiers and servants on different levels of the vessel. The ship's engines were silenced, and without their constant background hum, the quiet was shocking, adding to the dark, eerie atmosphere.
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Bulma gasped as she was tossed against the wall as the ship shook almost violently. She stood still there a moment, waiting for the unnatural movement to stop. What is going on? She wondered. She thought of asking Vegeta just to make sure he was alright, but then decided not to. He had made it very clear to her that she was a distraction to him. The last thing she wanted to do was distract him and then have him make a mistake that may cost him this battle. It had to be intense if the ship was rocking and shaking like this.
She looked around as she noticed the lights beginning to flicker as the ship shook even more. It suddenly came to a sudden stop as she heard the engines quit. The force sent her across the hall and into the wall opposite from where she had just been. Before making contact with the wall, she was shuffled and tossed around in each and every direction by a crew of soldiers making their way through the hall. She reached for the wall and crouched on the ground in hopes that by doing so, she wouldn't be flung around more- by both incoming soldiers and the ship lurching.
As she sat there, she saw several more soldiers rush down the hall in a panic. That couldn't be good. She thought as the ship lurched again, tossing her back into the other wall again. She stood up this time, her back flat against the wall. She looked all around her again and noted that there was nothing for her to hang on to. No railings; nothing. The halls were bare of anything, which maybe wasn't such a bad thing. The last thing she needed was a heavy piece of furniture or equipment pinning her against the wall and trapping her there.
Bulma stood there, still for a moment, holding her breath as though if she exhaled, that would make the ship shake again. The ship hadn't shook or lurched for a few seconds. She took that as her opportunity to run and cover as much ground as possible in case it started to shake again. The lights were still flickering on and off but she could see well enough.
Just as she let the wall go and began sprinting, a large soldier ran right into her from behind in his panic. "Watch where you're going, slave!" he bellowed, grabbing her harshly by the arms and tossing her up against the wall and out of his way. She yelped as she collided with the wall and collapsed back down onto her knees. She heard a few other voices that were with this soldier laugh.
"Better run for cover, little one! This ship is going to blow!" one of them, a shorter man with bright orange skin and long white hair said to her.
"Why don't we bring her with us?" another one suggested.
"Nah, mate. She'd just be dead weight." The orange one answered.
"I guess you're right, Jeyice." Another agreed. "Hey! You just rhymed there! Ha haa! Mate and dead weight!" he laughed stupidly.
"Not now, Recoom!" the orange one said in annoyance as they disappeared around the bend of the hallway. "We have to find the Captain!"
Bulma rubbed her upper arms slowly. Other than being bruised where he had grabbed her, she knew she was alright. She had to get out of here and onto the docks and fast! If those guys were right about the ship blowing, she knew she didn't have much time. She figured she was close to the elevator. If only she could find a map on the wall to let her know where the hell she was in proximity to the elevators, she was sure she could find her way to the dock no problem with the directions Vegeta had given her. The only problem now being that she had been tossed around so many times, she had no idea which way she was going or if she'd been turned around by accident. Since the walls were free of any artwork or landmarks, everything just looked the same no matter where she looked.
She decided to venture onward in the direction those soldiers had went; sitting there wasn't going to help her any. She made it a few feet before the ship shook again and the lights went completely off. Now what? She thought in despair as she sank back down to the ground to sit against the wall again. She was so tired she wanted to cry. What if she never made it to the docks? Would Vegeta be able to find her?
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With a sudden clunk and a rumble, the back-up engine started up from somewhere. Small, low powered emergency lights flickered on about the throne room. Frieza straightened in the gloom and looked at Vegeta with a confident smile. He was small again, smooth, sleek and sculpted in white and purple. The bulky armor and horns and everything that suggested danger were gone.
"Feast your eyes Vegeta. Am I not beautiful?" he breathed.
Vegeta's stomach turned. It was certainly not the ugliest of his forms, but Vegeta had feeling that Frieza stood in front of him naked. Naked and basking in the glory of his own body. Good. Vegeta thought to himself. Then that will make him extra vulnerable.
"Haven't you heard Frieza? It's what's inside that counts!"
"Hnn," grunted his enemy. "Let me open you up and find out what's inside of you, Vegeta!"
Suddenly Frieza was on him, a knee connecting with his middle with no warning. He was launched back through the air, through the wall behind the throne and the wall behind that, finally managing to stop himself in what he recognized was Frieza's sleeping chambers. He fell against the bed and clutched his stomach for a moment, but then steeled himself, because he could feel Frieza on his way. Fast. Alarm trickled in at last. He had wanted to test his limits, and it looked like he'd got his wish. It looked like he was going to have to step up his game after all.
Frieza floated casually in through the hole Vegeta had made and surveyed the prince wallowing in agony on the bed, wrapped with his legs up to his chest and his arms round his stomach in the fetal position.
"Hmmn. Tempting! But it's too late for capitulation to save you now Vegeta."
Vegeta's temper flared at Frieza's tasteless joke. Gods, and the lizard had accused him of cockiness! He watched him come closer with one half closed eye, playing up his injury.
"Stupid, predictable monkey," he mocked as he came within a few feet of the Saiyan. "The inability to back down from a challenge was always one of your biggest handles as well as one of your biggest flaws- ARGH!"
Frieza's guard was completely down as Vegeta launched the intense ball of ki he'd been nursing, hidden out of sight between his legs and his chest. It slammed into Frieza, knocking him back out of the room, making another hole in the wall and setting the soft furnishings alight as it exploded against him. Vegeta was up and followed on the heel s of his surprise attack with a kick that changed Freiza's momentum upwards so that he crashed through the ceiling of the corridor outside the bedroom, then through another wall, ending up in the throne room again, high up near the ceiling. Vegeta came at him again and again, and Frieza, on the back foot for now, was hard pressed to put up a defense.
"I'm stupid? I'm predictable?" snarled Vegeta as he beat Frieza down the length of his own throne room. With one, last, massive blow, he knocked Frieza through the foot-thick Perspex of the window. The decompression was like an explosion in reverse, sucking Vegeta after Frieza through the jagged hole. Shit! He hadn't meant to do that!
He braced himself across the Freiza-sized hole, pushing back against the flow of air rushing out of the ship. He could see Freiza outside, grinning. He must've let this happen on purpose. Vegeta cried out as he was struck in the back by a flying piece of heavy debris from the damaged ceiling. It didn't really hurt that much, but he pulled away from the gap before he could be hit by anything larger. The prone body of Captain Ginyu was beginning to be dragged across the floor by the suction, but as he rolled over he came too, grasping his ruined face and looking around with confusion. Vegeta could hardly spare a thought for him. He was too busy wondering how to get somewhere air tight. Over the rush of the air he could hear warning klaxons, and he knew that very soon, if not already, bulkheads would be sealing to shut off this portion of the ship. Where was Bulma? Had she made it to the dock yet?
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Bulma wandered aimlessly down the hall in the bowels of Frieza's ship. The lights had come back on somewhat, they were very dim emergency lights but at least it was better than nothing; the ship was still shaking every so often, but not as severely. She decided to take that as a good sign; it meant that Vegeta hadn't been defeated. She couldn't sense anything specific from the bond, but she knew he was very much alive and trying to finish this. Part of her wished she knew more about how he was doing, but then a part of her was glad she didn't know. There wasn't anything she could do about it anyway.
She still couldn't find the elevator and she was trying very hard to not start panicking. She felt she should have been there by now! She couldn't have taken that many wrong turns after leaving the throne room. She stood there for a few minutes contemplating and trying to mentally retrace her steps and sighed in frustration as she realized that she didn't think she would be able to even make it back to the throne room even if she'd wanted to and start again. She shook her head and ran her hands through her hair in an effort to calm down. She was so tired. Other than that she felt fine. She wasn't nauseous, thankfully. Between the stressful encounter in the throne room and being knocked around there and then off and on since she'd left, she was surprised she felt as good as she did at all.
Bulma decided then to rest a moment. She couldn't ever remember feeling so worn down. When had been the last time she'd eaten? She wondered. The previous day perhaps? She figured that was a large reason for her lack of energy and exhaustion. She just hoped she'd be able to get out of here without hurting herself or her unborn child. Though she was only showing a little. The little guy still had plenty of cushioning and safety. She decided that it was a blessing she wasn't huge and further along. Then she would really be freaking out!
Case in point: Time to get moving again; she thought stubbornly. Vegeta had been adamant that she get off this ship. She was going to do just that! A small part of her nagged that she shouldn't leave without him but she dismissed it. This was her chance to get away from him. He had even given her permission! If he found her and caught up, maybe she would give him an opportunity to make things right, after all, he did seem very sincere in his efforts to ensure her safety. She decided to worry about him later on when all this was done. For all she knew, the whole ship would blow and none of them would make it off here.
She stood up and continued down the hall, determined to find the damned elevators and then to the ship docks! She just needed to think hard on her location. It had been several minutes since she had last seen any soldiers. She had tried to keep up with that small group from earlier but must have taken a wrong turn at some point between the lights shutting off all together, being thrown around, and then when the lights had come back on, they were dim at best.
Looking around and cursing under her breath that everything was plain and there were no landmarks, she decided to keep on the direction she was going. No sense in back tracking, right? She wandered around for several minutes when she noticed something on the wall.
Bulma ran towards it quickly as though it were her lifeline. Whatever it was, it was something other than a blank wall! She exhaled in relief as she looked at it and recognized it as one of the ships poorly drawn up and labeled maps. It didn't matter to her though! At least maybe she could figure out where she was and if she was even near an elevator.
She squinted her eyes as she examined it in the poor lighting. From what she could tell, she wasn't far off from an elevator. All she had to do was turn right at the next junction in the hall and the elevator would be close after that turn. Hopefully. She cringed as she noted that she was almost all the way back to the throne room! In her haste to get away from Frieza and the fight, she had run in the complete opposite direction! She stomped her foot in frustration and began jogging down the hall with her hand on the wall so if the lights went out again, she wouldn't miss the break in it and would know where to turn. It shouldn't take her long if she had read that map correctly.
With new found energy from encouragement, she picked up her pace and hoped she'd get there in just a few more minutes!
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Frieza flew back in the hole he'd made. "Why don't you come outside Vegeta, the weather is fine!" he laughed, his voice hard to hear above the noise. He began his counter assault, driving Vegeta back towards the center of the ship with his own flurry of kicks and punches, taking advantage of Vegeta's difficulty in catching a breath.
"I can survive happily in space Vegeta, how about you? How long can you survive without any atmosphere?" The answer was, only for a short time. As long as Vegeta could keep his ki gathered he could survive the cold and furious vacuum of space, but he could only hold his breath for about ten minutes or so. He sucked down all the air he could now in preparation. He had to end this fast before he lost simply by suffocating.
He didn't waste the breath to reply as he fought back. When Frieza launched a massive ki bomb at him he realized that the ship itself was in danger. He had thought that the lizard would refrain from destroying his own ship, but it looked like he was wrong. He deflected it back down the length of the throne room, where it shattered out more of the window. With a rush the last of the air left, and the room was suddenly silent. Crap! Frieza grinned and repeated the action, again and again, and Vegeta saw that he wasn't even aiming for him now, but around him. Vegeta had to go out of his way to deflect the blasts.
"You seem very keen to protect my ship Vegeta." Vegeta wondered how Freiza could speak and still be heard in the vacuum, but somehow he was managing it. "Or perhaps it's your own skin-"
He didn't get the chance to finish his thought. Vegeta began to throw his own blasts back. He opened the floodgates on his power now – with Freiza's back to the already broken wall of window, there was nothing to lose. Frieza fended himself with his crossed arms, then deflected the next. Vegeta bounced it back again, and Frieza deflected it once more, aiming for the ship again.
"Ball games? Vegeta, you really are a card!"
This time Vegeta leapt forward and shattered the ki ball to pieces, leaving small holes on the walls and floor with the spray of energy, using the brilliant firework-like flash that resulted as cover as he attacked Frieza bodily again. He pounced at his ankle, catching him above one clawed foot and spinning him around and down, and then slammed him into the floor, through the polished tiles and below. They were stuck in a sub level of ducts and access way between floors as Vegeta held the stunned creature by the leg and stamped on his face repeatedly. Desperately Frieza turned over, away from the attack, and tried to get away by flying up and out of the hole in the floor above. He only succeeded in towing Vegeta with him though. Vegeta switched his grip to Frieza's waist, then his chest, and then as he thrashed around, his neck, trying to crush his windpipe. And then he realized how pointless this move must be, because there was no air, and it certainly didn't seem to bother Frieza, although it was beginning to bother Vegeta quite a bit.
It was then that he saw that the smashed window had been sealed by a metal blast door.
"Ginyu, what the hell are you doing?" said Frieza.
Vegeta saw the unlucky Captain standing at a control panel near the door. His face was still covered in blood and he looked rather unapologetic as he shrugged at Freiza and pressed another button. Vegeta saw the air vents near the ceiling suddenly burst jets of vapor, and felt the invisible touch of air across his face. Ginyu wanted to live as much as he did, it seemed.
Turning his attention back to Frieza, who was still trying to break his grip, they wrestled frantically, using their ki to back up their muscle, jerking backwards and forwards in the air. Still Freiza was unable to slip Vegeta's grasp.
Ginyu had seen enough. Vegeta was stronger than his master, and he was sure that if this brawl went on much longer he'd been kneeling to the monkey prince before long. However, there was something he could do about that. He had no desire to rule the galaxy, but he enjoyed his position under Frieza, with its great travel perks, ample opportunity to practice violence and intimidation with flair, free pussy and great food. If Vegeta were the new boss, Ginyu would be lucky to keep his life, let alone his job. Ginyu's priorities were; to stay alive, to make sure Vegeta was killed or incapacitated, and to keep Frieza alive and ruling the galaxy, in that order.
"And it's not even that bad looking a body, either," he muttered to himself as the battle rolled and convulsed above him.
Finally, Vegeta appeared in mid-air, Frieza's tail in his hand as he hurled him down into the ground. The ship shook as the Lizard hit the ground. Vegeta landed in the middle of his back making him gawp with pain, and then grabbed a hold of one of Frieza's legs to begin pulling on it.
"Ginyu!" Frieza shouted. "What are you doing? Call for back up. Don't just stand there!"
"How my Lord?" It looked like his boss could see the writing on the wall too.
"Your scouter you fool!"
"Oh, right." Ginyu replied sheepishly. He pressed the button on the side. "Calling all members of the Ginyu Force and any available troops! You are needed immediately in Frieza's-"
Ginyu's message was cut short as his scouter exploded on the side of his head. The captain grabbed the side of his head and cursed as he felt around his ear to make sure it was still there, which it was to his astonishment. He glared daggers at Vegeta who had an evil smirk on his face. He was already charging another, ball of ki, but taking his time with it. Well good, thought Ginyu.
"I got a better idea my Lord, if I may?"
"Whatever Ginyu, just do it!" Frieza replied, still writhing on the floor.
Ginyu judged the size of the energy attack headed for him and decided to risk eating it to further his plan. He took it in the chest, and it knocked him over, piercing his armor and his ribs. He knew a mortal wound when he felt one. Shit, any bigger and it would have killed him outright. The monkey was looking at him, head cocked to the side with curiosity. Well he supposed his behavior just now might look a little strange. Oh well! He staggered to his feet though and gasped out.
"Hey Vegeta!"
"What is it maggot?"
"CHANGE NOW!"
Vegeta was suddenly transfixed by Ginyu's gaze and unable to move as a lazy beam of eerie energy erupted from the Captain's mouth, through the air and into his. An awful sensation followed, like hair being ripped out by the root, but all over inside his body. He flew through the air, and disorientated, he staggered and fell to his knees. What the hell just happened? His nose was killing him, his chest was in absolute agony, he could barely breathe, he couldn't see Captain Ginyu, and he felt completely peculiar. Now he was kneeling, facing Frieza, who was now getting to his feet, laughing, and beside him was…beside him was… Him! Vegeta's head swirled, sure he was about to faint. He could not be seeing what he thought he was seeing. He raised his own, heavy feeling hand. It was purple.
"What?" he exclaimed, not recognizing the voice as his own.
Frieza and he himself were both laughing at him!
"That's a neat trick of Ginyu's, don't you think Vegeta?"
"Thanks for the new digs Vegeta!" he heard his own voice say as he fell to all fours. "I'm going to get years of use out of this young thing. Pity it's so short though."
Vegeta coughed, and out of this unfamiliar mouth came a stream of purple blood. Now he knew why Ginyu had taken that hit. What the fuck would he do now? He couldn't even stand!
I'm sorry Woman! He called out through the bond, but it was not there! He couldn't sense her, she was gone from him! No! He was going to die, and he was all alone in it. "Then maybe she won't die too," he whispered to himself in despair.
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Bulma shrieked in joy as she made the turn down the hall and there was the elevator! Without wasting any time, she ran to it, hitting the buttons frantically for them to open. "Come on!" she mumbled to herself, nearly jumping up and down as she waited, as though that may make the doors open sooner. There were still tremors every so often, shaking the ship around. Some were minor and others not so minor. She worried for a moment that maybe the elevator was broken, but finally the doors opened and she darted through them.
She hit the button for the second floor and exhaled heavily in relief as the doors closed and a moment later felt the elevator moving. Only a few more minutes and she would make it. She would be off this ship, away from the horribleness of Frieza hopefully with both her father and mother. She smiled at the thought of being reunited with her entire family. How wonderful that would be!
She thought for a moment; Vegeta had known that her father would be here. He had even indicated that Kakarott and her father had gone to attempt to find her mother. Whose idea had that been? Did Vegeta find her father for her? He had to have known to go and look for him. But how had he known? She thought more on it and concluded that had he gone out of his way to look for the rest of her family that that was a very sweet gesture on his part. She knew that Kakarott was a strong warrior as well, from what she could recall of him. Vegeta had mentioned that Kakarott would be at the ship with her father and possibly her mother as well waiting for them. That meant that Vegeta probably would have sent Kakarott away to take care that her father and mother, if found, made it off this ship instead of wanting Kakarott with him to fight this battle. That was a huge risk for Vegeta to take in not wanting his fellow warrior to accompany him.
Bulma frowned. It was either very sweet of him to think of her and make sure both her and the rest of her family were safe; or completely arrogant and egotistical of him to assume he could do this whole battle on his own without assistance from his friend. On the other hand, finding her family and having them sent to the ship with someone that would be able to keep them safe would not benefit him in any way either. He could have not bothered and simply told her they had not made it or that they could not be found. She wouldn't be able to tell one way or another. There was no benefit for him to find them. That had to say something about him as well too, didn't it? If they had been as close as Vegeta had let on, he would have to have known how much her family had meant to her and how much it had hurt her that she had thought both of her wonderful parents had died or were possibly suffering. Otherwise, why would he have made the effort? He could have simply just said to her that he had tried and couldn't find them and that could have been that.
She sighed in frustration again. She wanted to hate him. She really did. It was so easy to just hate him because that's what they had made her feel for him. But then her mind would whisper an argument in Vegeta's defense. Sound arguments; not just Well he's awfully handsome. No wonder you had been attracted to him at some point. They were actual legitimate arguments that she could not simply dismiss. She wanted nothing to do with him yet in the last several hours since he had been here and she had been in contact with him, he had made her question nearly everything they had told her about him.
She could tell he had been relieved that she was alright. Aside from messing with her head, she had not been ill treated in her time here from what she could recall. He had been extremely upset that she seemed to not want anything to do with him. When she had a moment alone with him, he had not taken advantage of her or raised a hand against her. The way he had looked at her and touched her and kissed her had not revealed a man who saw her as strictly a bed ornament and nothing more. He had been interested and concerned with the health and well being of her and their unborn child. He urged her to look into things on her own with regards to their past relationship; although she could remember nothing. She would have to get answers from him later on after all of this, which he had promised her.
Wait. That meant that she would have to face him again! She didn't want to! She was so confused and felt literally torn in two! Part of her was telling her to go and find a way to never see or hear from him again. The other part of her was telling her to give him a chance if they both made it. It was that side that was winning at the moment now that she had begun to think things through rationally. Frieza and Dr. Gero had obviously done a great job in brainwashing her. Could it be undone? Could she regain her memories of what had happened between her and Vegeta so that she could then make a decision with regards to him? Decide if she really wanted a life with him? Would she be assured then that it would be a good choice for both her and her child? She had seen footage of Vegeta and had seen how vicious he could really be. What he was capable of. Is that someone she wanted helping to raise her son? The obvious answer was No. But before all of this her other self had overlooked all of that for some reason. She guessed he had hidden all of that from her. She would have never have willingly given herself over to a murderous monster like what she had been shown. She even had a memory of him beating someone to death that was her own. Though her mind also nagged at her: You can't remember the circumstances surrounding that specific situation. He just beat that soldier keeping you captive in the throne room as well so that you might have a chance of getting out of here. She could not deny the truthfulness behind that line of thinking.
Bulma shook her head in frustration and decided to worry about all of this later on when she wasn't stressed over making it out of here alive. At this moment, it really didn't matter.
The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. Bulma quickly exited the elevator and was about to make a mad dash towards the shipping dock when she felt an excruciating painful feeling in her head. Her knees buckled at the pain and she placed her palm on her forehead as she fell to the floor. It felt like something was being ripped from her mind, not so different from when she had been with Dr. Gero those few horrible weeks.
What the hell?! She cried to herself as she leaned against the wall again, her head buried in her hands and her body crumpled up on the floor.
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