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The Light to my Darkness	By : SaiyanPrince541 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z, OR ANY OF THE PRIMARY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!! THOSE ARE ALL TORIYAMA'S!! THIS IS A NON-PROFIT, FAN-MADE STORY!!!

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
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Chapter 46: The virtual reality simulator

Four months passed, since Trunks' departure from this timeline.

The wild-haired Saiyan was engaged in another epic spar with a being that was once his most formidable adversary. Goku was nonplussed at his ex-rival's rapid surges in strength. He could barely keep up, even with the triple Kaio-Ken and the Namekian had yet to de-garb his weighted cape and turban.

BANG!

A sharp blow to the jaw launched Goku several feet back, with a perceivable cut on his lip.

"If you really think that I'll be behind you Saiyans forever, think again!" The Namek smirked.

Earth's hero wiped away the ensuing trickle of blood with the pad of his thumb, smirking right back.

"Well- maybe not forever, but for now." He shot up to a whopping quadruple Kaio-Ken and landed a hard low punch to the gut, whereby Piccolo's eyes bulged out, a glob of sputum flying out of his mouth and over Goku's shoulder. "We're on top of the food chain."

The green warrior plummeted to the dirt, lying on his stomach, in a fit of bloody coughs. Goku landed before him, expression as smug as ever.

"Need a break, big guy?"

Piccolo groaned, before looking up at him with a snarl and struggling to his feet.

"Not on your life." He spat, shedding his weighted gear at last and cracking his neck and shoulders, thereafter.

Gohan watched in awe, as the spar continued and wondered if he could reach that colossal level, someday. Those two were magnificent! And in three years time they'd be far better! Best part was that no matter how much they roughed each other up, they could be healed in the regeneration tanks that Bulma had retrieved from King Cold's flying saucer. There were five tanks in all. Two were given to the humans training at Kame House, which now included Tien and Chiaotzu, two to the Son family and the last one, to Vegeta.

'It's just too bad that he refused dad's offer, to train with us.' Gohan thought resentfully. That man was just so stubborn and self-centred! Didn't he realize that he was an integral part of a greater symbiosis?! Even the Earthling warriors decided to train amongst themselves, for whatever it was worth, yet Vegeta was far too narrow-minded, to see the obvious advantage! 'He and dad make the perfect team, as well! They proved it, when they fought together, on Namek!'

The aggrieved demi-Saiyan let out a wistful sigh, wishing that the surly Prince was more of a team player and not such a recluse. Of course, Gohan was quite wrong. Vegeta was about to commence training with all the Z fighters, except for himself. They just didn't know it yet.

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"A virtual reality simulator, you say?" The Prince asked, raising an intrigued brow at the metallic purple, silver-accented, helmet-like gadget between Bulma's hands that had an antenna on the right-hand-side and a number of electrical ports, along it's lower semi-circumference.

"Precisely." She nodded. The heiress had recently gotten rid of her afro and opted for one of her more traditional styles, straightening her satiny, blue fibres and letting them flow nicely to her chest and shoulder blades, with a neat set of bangs, covering her forehead. "It's all in the mind. To put it in layman's terms, you can choose both your opponent and their power level. There're eight options for the former: Goku, Piccolo, Tien, Krillin, Yamcha, Chiaotzu, Kami and Jackie Chun. I could've added more, but it would've taken far too long, know what I saying?"

"That's fine." Vegeta replied. "Those are the only ones that really matter." He knew there were other esteemed martial-artists on the planet, but most of them were largely one-dimensional, for instance, the Indian fighter called Nam, who relied far too heavily on his 'aerial attack' and consequently lost to Kakarot in one of the older tournaments. "Does anyone else know about this?" He frowned warily.

"Nope."

"Excellent!"

"You really ought to be thankful, you know?" Bulma placed her hands on her hips, a complacent look gracing her features. "I literally had to go through all the tapes of the last three world martial-arts tournaments, breaking down, coding and encrypting every single move, into this device. Not so easy, considering that these guys could launch well over a dozen attacks, in less than a second. Moving on, however, eighty-percent of the simulator's made up of material that was salvaged and re-welded from the Cold flagship. Oh and luckily for you, I was smart enough to fetch scouters off some of those dead PTO soldiers, which just happened to have all of the software inputs that I needed, in order to establish a reliable system for power calibration, not to mention, unique wiring mechanisms that were just fine enough, to condense everything down into something of this size. All in all, it took months of hard effort." She then gave him a discouraging frown. "But you should know that I'm still against this. After all, there is another way for you to get stronger."

"Yes, yes, you've made that abundantly clear for the millionth time, but it's not going to happen."

"Figures." She rolled her eyes, with a sigh. "But, like I said, the simulator only accounts for the stuff that Goku and the others learned, up until the end of the twenty third tournament." The heiress emphasised. "That excludes all the techniques that King Kai taught him and any other moves that he might've developed or is still developing."

"Doesn't make much difference." The Prince shook his head. "I've fought both against Kakarot and beside him. Other than his use of the Kaio-Ken attack and the Spirit Bomb, his fighting style is very much consistent with what I remember seeing in the tapes. Once I familiarize myself with it, I'll be able to crush him in any battle." He smirked. "Besides, the Kaio-Ken was made obsolete, ever since we embarked upon the Super Saiyan transformation. The spirit bomb, on the other hand, requires far too much time and concentration to be of any use, against an opponent of my caliber. As for any newer techniques he might've acquired, I'm sure I'll have far more surprises up my sleeve than he will."

Bulma groaned, lips pressing into a hard line. She was unable to contend with any of that. In any case, once this stubborn, arrogant ass of a Saiyan had his mind made up, there was nothing that could possibly deter him. Vegeta was severely adamant in his refusal to train alongside Goku and Piccolo, much to everyone's dismay. It would've benefited them all greatly. But alas, Vegeta's benefit was all that mattered, in his egotistical, hyper-competitive mind. Though somewhat begrudging, as his significant other, Bulma felt the need to support the Prince, in any way possible, thus she endeavoured in this new, nigh-impossible task. That aside, however, she was extremely proud of her most recent accomplishment, which could very well be deemed her best, thus far.

"Well, anyway, it gets even better." The heiress went on. "Since it's all done through mind, you'll be able to improve your fighting ability, without sporting any physical injury on the outside. Downside is, however, that you won't get any of those Zenkai power-ups."

"That is of no consequence." The Saiyan folded his arms. "The Zenkai loses its potency after a certain level anyway. If it were that easy to get stronger, I'd simply ask one of your idiot friends to blast me, so I could get healed in a regeneration tank and repeat the process, again and again."

"I suppose so." Bulma chuckled uneasily, placing a hand on her nape. She wouldn't put it past Vegeta to take advantage of such a unique trait. After all, he did tell her a while ago, how he had Krillin fire a hole through him, back on Namek."Well, in that case, I guess it's practically flawless, right?"

"Hmph, we'll see."

"Well then, let's get started, shall we?"

After sitting Vegeta down and having him put on the simulator, she connected it to a handheld touchscreen, via USB port, which would allow her immediate, visual access, as though she were watching a live gameplay, in first person.

"Now, close your eyes and clear your mind, then hit the button, to your left." The heiress instructed and Vegeta did just that. Seconds later, he fell into some cryptic, white void of some sort, which didn't seem to end.

"What the hell is this?!" The overwrought Prince snarled.

"Relax." He heard Bulma's reprimanding voice and looked up, but there was nothing there, just a blur of pure white. He couldn't even see himself! What the fuck?! "Just wait a moment."

"Where are you?!" He demanded. "Why can't I see anything?!"

"Would you just calm the hell down?!" Bulma chided, in irritation, before continuing in a calmer voice. "It'll take a minute or two to get started, okay? As for me, I've got a headset connected to my touchscreen that lets me communicate with you, from the outside."

"I- I see."

Approximately one minute later, the flame-haired Saiyan stood on a sturdy, marble floor that appeared to stretch on forever. A light blue sky loomed over him.

"Select your opponent." A computerized voice directed.

"Go on, pick a name." Bulma prodded.

The Prince weighed his options for a moment, before deciding.

"Jackie Chun." He answered with a smirk, to Bulma's utter astonishment. She was almost certain that he would've chosen Goku.

"Jackie Chun, seriously?!" The heiress gawped. "That old geezer?! I realize that he was tough, back in the day, but even then-"

"It's his skill that stands out." The Prince interjected.

"State your opponent's desired power level." The computer went on.

"Hmmm, let's go with-" Vegeta gave it some thought. "Five-and-a-half-million."

"Whoa, that high?" Bulma raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think you ought to-"

"It's around my base power, so I'd call it even."

"Well, if you say so." The heiress smiled smugly, knowing very well that he was overestimating himself, without the slightest clue of what he was getting into. She'd anticipated as much.

A second later, Chun's elderly, yet athletic figure materialized before the Prince and readied his turtle stance.

"Ready, fight!"

The old warrior instantly charged in at full power, ramming the Prince with a supersonic flying kick right in the sternum, throwing him backwards. A mouthful of bloody phlegm spewed from his lungs and straight between of his parted lips. Chun didn't let up for even a moment and continued his assault, battering the Saiyan with blow after blow, barely even giving him time to breathe.

"Does this guy ever get tired?!" Vegeta growled, irascibly. He was on the defensive, but was at least able to regain enough of his footing, to block and dodge most of the attacks, being hurled his way.

"Nope." Bulma laughed, knowing full well that this would happen. "He's got unlimited stamina. Unless you can kill him or incapacitate him, he's not gonna stop attacking."

"Damn you, woman!" He fumed. "You could've at least told me that!"

"Hey, don't get mad at me." She rolled her eyes. "You could've at least asked for some details, instead of jumping into into the fight unprepared, like the overconfident jerk you are. And besides, if you're finding it too difficult to face the old goat, just go ahead and give up haha."

"Tch, not on your life!" Vegeta was finally getting some of his own hits in, but the fluidity of the elder's movement, surpassed even his own, giving him the edge, despite their equal power levels. This was a much tougher battle than he'd anticipated. His Saiyan blood was boiling with frenzy like never before and as irritated as he was at being outshone by this geezer, he had to hand it to Bulma. She was absolutely right! Repeatedly engaging himself in a myriad battles of this magnitude was going to upsurge his fighting capability, faster than ever before. Part of him was against relying on a tool like this, but the other part was thrilled at the idea of expanding his horizon, as a warrior. He could already feel the refinement in his fighting style, with each and every passing minute. Over two-and-a-half years still remained, until the Android invasion, thus he knew that he had a whole lot of time to polish up his technique and once he did, no one could possibly stand a chance against him! No one!

Half an hour of ceaseless combat passed and the Prince felt his energy plummet. This old prune was certainly doing well, in keeping him on his toes, but then that was to be expected, given his renowned skill and prowess, not to mention the little factor of his unlimited stamina.

Vegeta swung his elbow right across Chun's wrinkled jaw, following up with a straight punch that broke his nose and a side kick that sent him flying backwards.

"GALICK GUN!"

"KAMEHAMEHA!"

The intense beam struggle that followed, tore away at every agonized muscle in the Saiyan's strapping figure, but he refused to let it hamper his resolve to win. He was the Prince of a great warrior race! There's no way he could lose, regardless of who he was fighting! And yet, he was losing! No matter how much power he forced into his attack, that Kamehameha was slowly overwhelming his Galick Gun! After all, he wasn't facing an ordinary foe! This guy never got exhausted and would keep on fighting, until he destroyed him!

"Damn it!" He growled and did his utmost to try and gain the upper-hand, but to no avail. The blue beam was forcing the purple one back, inch by inch, until it was a mere second away from vaporizing the Saiyan. As if on impulse, Vegeta's hair turned gold, eyes a gleaming teal and in that very instant, all of Chun's efforts were completely reversed. The Galick Gun easily swallowed up the Kamehameha and continued it's trek forward, obliterating every shred of the old warrior.

Vegeta fell on his knees, reverting to his base state, breathing severely hard and cursing the fact that he was forced into using his Super Saiyan transformation, in spite of all his endeavours at victory.

"Caution: Use of excessive force is not allowed, therefore you are disqualified and declared the loser." The computer proclaimed.

"What?!" Vegeta gave a nasty grimace. "That's bullshit!"

"Loser, loser, loser!" It repeated in that annoying, mechanical voice.

"How dare you?!" He randomly fired a Ki blast into the sky. "I'll destroy you, you filthy piece of trash!"

Bulma guffawed hysterically, as the Prince continued uttering foul profanities at the derisive computer, accompanied with the occasional energy attack that did exactly nothing. The best part was that this went down, just as she'd envisioned. It seems that she knew her hotheaded, fiery-tempered Saiyan, all too well.

"Stop laughing, wench!" The Prince demanded.

"Loser!" Bulma shot back, petulantly sticking out her tongue, caring little about the fact that he couldn't see her.

"Curse you, woman!" Vegeta snarled. He should've known that the programming of this damned thing would reflect the infuriating, pompous personality of it's presumptuous, loudmouthed creator! "Just wait till I get out of here!"

The heiress continued to taunt him for a good while, riling up his anger just for the fun of it. When things finally cooled down, she explained to him how it was considered cheating, to use power that was more than twice as high as his opponent's.

"Like I said, you needn't fight someone on your level, since the bots don't run out of energy."

"Tch, screw that!" Vegeta grunted dismissively. "Anyway, how do I get out of this thing?"

"Well, it's pretty simple." Bulma replied. "You just say 'quit', then it asks you if you wanna quit and you say 'yes'."

"Hn."

"Oh and even if you die, you immediately regenerate to full strength and can choose to either vacate or to face the next opponent."

"Is that right?" The Prince smirked. If that were the case, then this little contraption was virtually flawless! As expected, he chose to continue, only this time, his opponent was none other than Goku.

An exhaustive seven hours passed, before the Prince finally decided to make his return to the real world. In just this short space of time, he'd already learned a great deal, having faced each and every opponent, at least once. Some battles he'd won and others he'd lost, but it didn't dissuade him, in the slightest! He was resolved to keep on practicing, every single day, till he reached the pinnacle of perfection!

Bulma disconnected her apparatus and neatly packed it away, before addressing her Saiyan.

"So what'd you think of my new gizmo?" She asked, beaming as she noticed the sparkling glint of exhilaration and excitement, in his deep, ebony eyes.

Vegeta looked upon her in awe for a few seconds, marvelled at her unparalleled ingenuity. He wondered how any single person could possibly possess the sheer will, tenacity and capacity, required to produce a training device that was this intricate and immaculate! Throughout his entire life, he could never recall feeling proud of anyone other than himself, yet that changed completely, after this little experience.

In that instant, Bulma found herself flat on her back, being repeatedly kissed with greater fervor than she could ever remember. Her mind was strolling away from her, as she was overwhelmed with a gale of desire that began building and building, by the second. She returned his zesty kisses, with equal ardency.

Not bothering to deepen the kiss, Vegeta slowly made his way south, massaging her ample mounds with his deft lips, teeth and fingers, completely unconcerned with disrobing her. He was being far gentler than usual, treating her as though she were a prized jewel, with infinite value, the only one of it's kind. Though she did, most often, prefer him being the wild and vigorous beast that he usually was, the heiress had to admit that she was flattered and even turned on, by this warm, compassionate side of his. He rarely ever let it show and never to this extent.

Down and down he went, till he carefully lifted up her powder pink, chiffon, miniskirt and began planting soft, lingering, butterfly kisses on her svelte thighs, evoking tender moans of approval from the blue-haired scientist.

"Feels good." She breathed, gasping deeply when he roved his cheek along her inner thigh, turning her storm of desire into a sweeping hurricane that was knocking down the last pillars of coherence within her mind, one at a time. "Feels so good."

His calloused hands worked diligently on the outermost part of her thighs, while his lips, cheeks and even his neck and throat, pleasured the heated, porcelain skin, within. Gods, this woman had the perfect legs: long, slender and shapely! He could savor them all day, without growing bored or tired! Bulma was hardly able take anymore. Blazing surges of liquid fire coiled through her bloodstream and batches of wetness pooled between her legs, as she closed the trembling limbs around his face.

"Enough- foreplay- Vegeta." She panted. The Prince groaned in pleasure, when her smooth calf pressed against the nape of his neck.

"It's never enough." He exhaled and Bulma's lungs stopped functioning for a moment, as she felt his husky voice and strong breath, brush against the thin cotton material of her marmalade panties. God, the proximity nearly killed her! After a little more torture, Vegeta finally pulled down her skirt and soaked undergarments, taking a deep whiff of the latter. Such an obscene move deeply shocked and appalled Bulma, causing her heart to accelerate.

"You- pervert!" She lightly brought her knee up, barely grazing it beneath his chin. The Prince chuckled and ran his face up her thigh one last time, before spreading her legs and taking her rich, flowing centre into his ravenous maw, feasting upon her, as though he were born for it. "Oh God, Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, grabbing him behind the head and bucking her hips against him. She closed her legs around his face, once again, in order to try and still them. "Oh my God!"

Her fervid screams jumped several octaves higher, upon feeling the relentless assault of his hot tongue on her U-spot, sending streams of liquid gold into his eagerly awaiting mouth. The hungry Saiyan moaned, as he took a gulp of her sweet arousal, letting the pomegranate-like nectar, trickle down his throat, all the while continuing his voracious attacks on that sensitive, erogenous spot, driving the heiress into an impassioned frenzy.

"I'm gonna cum!" Bulma cried out, clutching his dark, feathery hair within her fists. "Oh my God, Vegeta, I'm gonna cum!"

Her words only empowered his desire for more of her perfect taste and so he increased the force, behind his assault. Seconds later, the heiress fell back and clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip, as a deluge of rich, flavorful liquid spilled through the gaping slit of her rosy walls and right into the Saiyan's craving mouth. Her fists de-gripped Vegeta's soft hair, gently caressing it thereafter.

"God, that was amazing." She opened her eyes and stared aimlessly above her, seeing nothing but clouds, instead of the compact metallic roof of the gravity chamber. Vegeta's cheek soon settled against her groin. Regaining some coherency a while later, she chuckled. "You know, you have an odd way of saying thank you."

Vegeta gave a short laugh in reply.

"Hn."

She smiled and continued stroking his hair. Funny thing was that he hadn't even bothered to remove his armor and training uniform, this whole time. The heiress was lost in her own thoughts, until finally realizing that her lover had dozed off. He must've been tired, following that long, strenuous mental exercise, especially after he'd made a satiating meal out of her flowery nub.

"Vegeta?" Bulma looked down. "Hey, you can't sleep there." She protested, vainly attempting to force him up. "Come on, get off me, you ass!"

After a good five minutes of poking, prodding and even insulting and yelling, she gave up and lay back on the ground, arms folded in frustration.

"Stupid Saiyan!" She groused, miffed at his vastly superior strength. It was so unfair!
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