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Resolution on a Lonely Planet	By : Ulrike Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or the DBZ characters. This is a fanfiction written purely for entertainment. No money was made from this fanfiction.

Chapter List
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Warnings: Yamcha OOC-ness, Dr. Briefs OOC-ness, depressed male angst, ptsd, mention of rape.
“I will take care of these androids for your precious planet…and then I’ll be the one who destroys everything in the end!”
Bulma peered over her cup of coffee and gazed out from the kitchen balcony as the argument the day before played through her head. She wondered if Vegeta was aware of what he had said, considering a couple of days earlier he promised to kill everyone on Earth the moment his power came back. Suddenly his tune had changed and he was apparently going to fight the androids as he had planned when he first heard of the impending doom lurking in the planet’s future.
For what had happened to the saiyajin prince, Bulma was fairly shocked at how he was handling it. Besides his melt-down when he had first awoken in the infirmary and the few rage-filled threats he had thrown at her and her family, Vegeta was obviously moving forward. It baffled her greatly. The saiyajin prince with an indestructible ego and amazing strength had been reduced to a sex-object, a glorified whore at the hands of simple, weak humans and ultimately disposed of after they were finished with him. Yet besides the obvious bad dreams he experienced, the warrior seemed to have shut-off any emotions toward what had happened. Sure, he threatened to kill everyone on Earth, but he had been doing that since he first stepped foot on the planet. It appeared that the horrid nightmare was already suppressed deep within him. It was his lack of powers that was now festering in his mind, making him anxious and angry.
Bulma looked across the yard from her perch on the lovely balcony and watched the Capsule ship hum with power. The machine was back in use and Vegeta was inside, training desperately to locate the subdued energy within himself. Guilt sat heavily on her shoulders once more and Bulma knew that after she finished her coffee, she would make her way to the infirmary and bring Vegeta’s power up one more degree. She feared that if she instantly released all of his energy at once, the saiyajin prince would sense that something was not right—that somehow his ki was being controlled by an outside force. With the release of his energy little-by-little, she felt he would train at a more controlled level without risking injury to himself or the accidental destruction of Capsule Corporation.
After her trip to the infirmary a couple hours later, and a happy usage of the remote-control, Bulma tinkered around in the lab for some time, her gem-like eyes occasionally glancing up at Skip’s silent desk. Since Vegeta’s return to Capsule Corp. after the entire incident, a few employees had come around her office, inquiring about Skip Sato-Jenkins’s whereabouts. Bulma played dumb and put on a concerned face as her workers began to worry about his absenteeism.
As a leading scientist at Capsule Corp., Skip did not always need to be present at work. High-paid and extremely intelligent, Skip was more of an on-call employee, working closely at Bulma and Dr. Briefs’ sides only for the “big projects.” Usually working about three long days a week, Skip would put in his hours, write-up his genius blueprints, and be on his way. However, he had been missing for a week and everything on his desk was still there…except for his black journal, which now sat nestled in the confines of Bulma’s cabinet drawers.
Skip had been quiet for the most part. Occasionally he would converse with Bulma and other workers about life outside of Capsule Corp., but most of the time he just appeared far too awkward to hold any real connection with anyone. She was aware that Skip and Yamcha had hit it off during a CC awards ceremony several years back and the little man truly liked hanging out with her boyfriend, but Bulma never put much thought into it. Yamcha had a lot of fans and received attention from both female and male spectators, having been the handsome martial arts fighter at numerous Tenkaichi tournaments and known for his short stint as a baseball player. People enjoyed walking in his shadow and being near him as he was endearing, playful, and a little dumb.
And with that thought, Bulma was surprised when her boyfriend appeared in the lab, forcing a smile as he was greeted by a few employees. His dark eyes roamed the buzzing arena of science and he caught Bulma’s eyes as she watched him through the open blinds of her office.
“Hey,” he said as he stood in her doorway.
Bulma smiled up at him and took in his ragged, exhausted form. Dark circles shadowed his already black eyes and scruffy whiskers outlined his mouth. His mop-top hairdo was frazzled and un-brushed and Bulma could tell that he hadn’t showered since the last time she saw him in her room two days ago.
“Sit,” she offered, waving a hand to the chair behind her desk.
Bulma was presently storing some outdated supplies into a group of boxes that littered the floor of her private lab. She was trying to keep her worry at bay as Yamcha staggered toward the rolling chair. The earth fighter plopped down into the soft cushioned seat and heaved a sigh, raising a hand to his temple in deep thought.
“How are you doing, Yamcha?” Bulma asked, even though the question wasn’t necessary. He was a complete mess.
He merely shook his head, but said nothing. He appeared too exhausted to speak.
“I’m worried about you,” Bulma admitted, wincing as her voice cracked with emotion. The man sitting before her was someone she could not recognize. The misery wafted from him in waves and Bulma felt her heart tearing apart at his sadness.
He sighed again and lowered his head. “That’s all I do,” he whispered through a dry, dark voice. “Make people feel bad.”
Bulma stood and made her way over to the distraught warrior. She sat on the corner of her desk and turned to him, trying to see his eyes under the shaggy bangs that hovered over his forehead. But his face was hidden. Sitting so close to him, she could smell alcohol drifting from his dirty clothing and noticed some traces of white dust on the collar of the leather jacket he wore.
“Yamcha, I love you. You need to stop destroying yourself over this. Vegeta is back to training and his energy is returning. It seems that he has let this go. You need to, as well.”
“Just because he pushed everything deep down inside of him doesn’t mean I can, too,” Yamcha snapped. “Just because Vegeta ignores what happened to him doesn’t mean it never happened. I have to live forever with these memories—these visions of me torturing him instead of-of helping him.”
Bulma threw herself into his arms, not wanting to hear anymore of his cold, lifeless voice. The more he spoke of it, the more Bulma could envision Vegeta’s tormented, terrified face and it scared her. It scared Bulma that she knew Yamcha had been the one who had been forced to rape the saiyajin prince she was starting to care for deeply. It sickened her to think of what had been inflicted upon the two fighters, her heart breaking as her imagination carried her to an area of her mind that whipped up visions of Yamcha’s strong, muscular body rolling on top of Vegeta’s defenseless form.
She tried to fight away the images of Yamcha’s erect cock, a dick she knew very well, plunging into the screaming saiyajin’s torn flesh as he writhed and pleaded for help. She knew that Yamcha had been tricked into taking pills that would help calm him enough to perform the rape. Bulma still wanted to wretch when thinking of the awful situation, feeling helpless terror for both Vegeta and Yamcha.
“Yamcha,” she whispered as she pressed her cheek into his black hair, “I think you need help. You need to see someone.”
The distressed warrior pulled his girlfriend from his lap in disgust and stood quickly, not noticing that Bulma had almost fallen to the floor in his haste.
“Oh, that’d be rich,” Yamcha growled. “Hi Ms. Therapist, I need to talk to you about my issues. You see, I took some drugs and raped a guy almost to death, then did nothing as he was shot in the head. Got any advice?”
“Yamcha!”
But the man was too busy pacing the office like a caged tiger, his fists clenching and unclenching. Bulma gasped as a red glow surrounded his body, his energy unleashing itself without his knowing.
“I should just kill myself,” he hissed. “Everything would be better. This planet would be better off!”
“Yamcha, please, stop it!” Bulma begged, her eyes wide with terror.
“I wish none of this had ever happened! I wish I could just erase everything and start over,” he gasped.
Falling to his knees, Yamcha curled in on himself and gripped his hair, his glowing energy fading slowly as he let out a hacking sob. Bulma fell to her knees and rubbed his convulsing back, her teeth biting into her lips as she held back tears for her agonized lover.
“We’ll get through this, Yamcha,” Bulma whimpered. She kissed his neck and he pulled away from the intimate touch as if her lips were acid.
“There’s no we,” he whispered coldly. “This is my burden to bear. No one can help me.”
He stood quickly, but Bulma held onto him tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist and a determined look in her angry blue eyes. Yamcha pulled at her hands roughly.
“I’m not going to let you leave here in such a state,” Bulma barked. “When I say we I mean WE. I’m your girlfriend dammit, and I always have a solution.”
Yamcha wrenched Bulma’s arms from his waist, sending her flying across the floor. Her back struck her giant desk and she glared up at the towering man in shock, having never been handled so harshly by him before.
“Leave me the FUCK alone!” Yamcha hollered, his red aura surrounding him again. Bulma brought her hands up in a protective cower as she felt the heat roll off him in waves. A crowd was beginning to form outside her office and for the first time ever, Bulma feared that it would be Yamcha who would hurt her employees and family.
“If you hadn’t created that God damn poison in the first place, none of this would have happened! You’re always talking about what a fucking genius you are, Bulma, but somehow you really fucked this one up, putting your trust in a monster like Skip.” With each angry word his power surged, the electricity shaking the lab and creating cracks in the large windows that surrounded Bulma’s office. “You weren’t even there so don’t do your usual Bulma bullshit and get all high and mighty with me. If you’re so fucking smart, why haven’t you fixed the situation yet?”
His voice shook the room and Bulma felt the ground vibrate with his energy. Although frightened, the tears that streamed from Bulma’s eyes were from pure anger. This man was a complete stranger. His eyes were black and cold and it was obvious he was sleep deprived, drunk, and possibly on drugs as his power fluctuated as wildly as his emotions. His words scarred her and the headstrong woman felt her fury match his.
“Well, get the fuck out then!” Bulma roared as she pointed at the rocking door. “I’m sorry I even tried to help you. I can’t do anything for you until you try to help yourself, Yamcha! So get lost!”
Yamcha’s face became a brilliant shade of red and Bulma’s large eyes widened with fear as he appeared manic and crazed. Veins stood out on his neck and his pupils shrank to pinpoints as his wild eyes zeroed in on the girl on the floor.
“Stop being such a bitch for once in your life! I hope you—“
His words were interrupted by a polite tapping on the glass outside Bulma’s office. Through the haze of anger, Yamcha clenched his teeth and slowly turned toward the light knocking, his addled brain seemingly fried from the last two days of no sleep, drinking, and black-outs due to some new drug exploration. However, the familiar face peering through the blinds made his power blink-out and disappear in an instant.
Both Bulma and Yamcha watched as the person outside said a few clipped words to the numerous others who had gathered to watch the argument unfold, his demands followed as the Capsule Corp. employees timidly turned and went back to their desks and labs. The door clicked and opened cautiously, revealing a very wary saiyajin prince.
Vegeta stood, somewhat hidden by the door frame, and he checked the scene with all of his senses. Like a jumpy animal, he sniffed the air and eyed Yamcha; Vegeta’s black eyes scanning his appearance and focusing on the danger at hand. The saiyajin’s eyes darted to the traces of powder on Yamcha’s collar and an eyebrow twitched nervously as he picked up the scent of liquor on the human’s person.
Bulma observed the actions with much fascination, knowing that Vegeta had just received another degree of power only an hour earlier. As a regular human woman, she could not sense energy or even hope to understand what it meant to “feel ki,” but she felt her stomach twist when she realized that Vegeta was probably not even near Yamcha’s power-level yet. Vegeta’s animalistic concentration spoke volumes and Bulma had the impression that he could sense his opponent’s superior strength. It would explain why he was moving so cautiously.
“I think it best you leave, human,” Vegeta warned. He remained standing quite a distance from Yamcha, though, his gloved hand gripping the cracked doorframe tightly.
The scarred fighter dropped his arms in defeat and cast a guilty frown toward Bulma. She looked at him and felt a tear fall. He was so destroyed, yet Bulma felt too afraid to comfort him. Yamcha saw that his girlfriend was not going to move toward him and he closed his eyes and turned. The short saiyajin remained frozen in the doorway, his face peering around the corner as if afraid to enter.
No…he was afraid. Vegeta was afraid of him. Bulma said Vegeta was slowly regaining his powers. He had probably sensed Yamcha’s energy. The saiyajin must have known Yamcha’s familiar red aura too well and talked himself into following the ki down to the Capsule Corporation labs. Was he there to…protect Bulma and the company?
Moving forward, Yamcha held out a hand. “Vegeta, I—“
“Don’t.”
Vegeta flinched backwards suddenly before controlling his fear. He remained frozen on the spot, his cat-like eyes glaring down Yamcha like a predator watching its prey. However, Yamcha understood that the saiyajin’s power was still extremely weak. Even through his rattled brain and shaking body, the human warrior could only sense a flicker of the saiyajin’s once amazing strength. Vegeta was putting on his tough front, but Yamcha knew he could easily overpower the prince. The thought made him sick.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed, his words barely a whisper as he shook his head and gave Vegeta a pleading stare. Yamcha then glanced down at Bulma and blinked as his vision blurred with tears.
Without saying a word, the man staggered toward the door. Vegeta quickly moved away, his back plastered against the cracked glass as he tried to appear casual and at ease as Yamcha marched into the Capsule Corp. labs and turned the corner. His body disappeared down a hallway and everyone in the vicinity seemed to let out a breath of relief.
Bulma noticed that Vegeta remained leaning against the window of her office, his ankles crossed as he stared off into the lab. Shakily she stood and slowly made her way to the doorway, her tired eyes peering over at him as his face remained neutral.
“Thank you…for coming down here.”
“Pft.” Vegeta crossed his arms and Bulma thought she saw his hands tremble as they tucked into his muscular biceps. “I simply sensed an out-of-control energy nearby. Thought I’d check it out and test my powers.”
Bulma smiled and couldn’t help but roll her eyes. From what she had gathered from her earth friends, not only could they sense living energy, they could also identify an individual’s aura. Even though Vegeta was relatively new to relying on his senses to feel ki, she knew that if he was able to zero-in on power again, he could sense that it had been Yamcha who unleashed his strength in Bulma’s office.
She wondered how Vegeta must have felt when that spark of recognition made itself known in the prince’s head. Had he been training in the gravity simulator? Was his excitement at feeling his energy strengthen completely erased when he had felt Yamcha’s wave of fury about 30 meters away? And furthermore, what had urged him to enter the labs at all?
It was evident that Vegeta had been afraid. He hid it well, but his body-language screamed unease, and the way he drew away from Yamcha showed that the human warrior’s sudden power surge had frightened him. Bulma recalled the twitch of anxiety when Vegeta realized that Yamcha was not in the right state of mind due to whatever narcotics he had used. Yamcha’s disoriented state must have triggered something deep within the saiyajin prince. Again, why had he gravitated toward the employees’ sector of the compound when he could have just remained in the ship or simply left the area entirely?
“Whenever you’re done staring at me…”
“I’m sorry!” Bulma gasped, her face instantly flushing with embarrassment. “I wasn’t staring at you, I was just thinking.”
“Hmph.”
“Your energy. It’s returning?”
Vegeta didn’t look at her and his face remained calm for a moment, but Bulma blinked in surprise when the black-haired saiyajin turned to her, his right hand moving forward. Upturning his palm, Vegeta’s brow creased as he concentrated and Bulma watched eagerly as a small purple flame grew within his gloved hand. The dancing fire changed shape and swirled into a ball, growing slowly into the size of a softball.
The violet glow reflected off Bulma’s face as she drew closer, her peach skin warming with the gentle heat. The ki-ball swirled and shifted and Bulma’s giant blue eyes appeared glassy as she watched the particles of Vegeta’s life-energy twist and dart around within the miraculous orb. The energy was hypnotizing. Bulma never had the opportunity to observe and explore a fighter’s ki so close before. She had never asked one of her friends to form such a controlled and shapely object in their hand for her to inspect, and she found herself completely mesmerized by the alien light that shimmered so beautifully in Vegeta’s palm.
“It’s absolutely gorgeous,” she murmured.
And with that, the power was extinguished. Vegeta’s fingers crushed together and a few tendrils of lavender steam seeped between the cracks of his hand. Bulma blinked herself out of the trance and saw that Vegeta was hunched over slightly, his eyes closed and mouth open as he breathed slowly. Sweat dripped down his face and the same paleness from yesterday had returned.
“What is it?” Bulma asked softly.
Vegeta shook his head and brought a hand to his mouth, choking down the sudden heave that surged from his stomach. Bulma took his arm gently and led him to her office, away from the curious glances and whispering workers that pressed-on diligently with their work. She sat him in her chair and brushed her fingers across his forehead, once again feeling the clammy skin under her touch. She had the sudden urge to start petting his tall hair as she had the previous night, but knew he would not appreciate such an odd action at the moment.
“Do you know what’s wrong?” Bulma inquired.
Vegeta’s eyes opened and he took a few calming breaths. His eyelids were heavy and Bulma could see that he was suddenly extremely exhausted.
“A similar thing happened when I escaped the cabin—“ He immediately stopped talking when he realized he was actually telling Bulma what had occurred a week ago.
“It’s ok,” Bulma urged. “You don’t have to go into any detail. I can probably help you.”
Vegeta gave her a guarded glance and then peered down at the shaky hands that rested in his lap. He had yet to speak to anyone about the horrors he had faced. Even though Kakarot had read his mind and knew everything that occurred, Vegeta refused to even mention the four humans who haunted his dreams at night.
“At one point I had a spark of energy,” the saiyajin explained quickly, not wanting to relive a second of the awful nightmare. “Whenever I called upon it during my attempted escape, I was sick—so sick I thought I was dying. Since that lovely potion you created still had a lot of hold on my energy, my constant calls to my ki did something to my body, making me weak, disoriented, and ill.”
Bulma nodded, wishing that her father was there to give a more detailed theory to his sickness. However, knowing his recent behavior, he would probably just lie to the saiyajin.
“With your powers returning, are you feeling as sick as you did…before?”
Vegeta shook his head. “No. Not as bad.” He growled suddenly and crossed his arms. “How the fuck am I supposed to get my powers back if every time I get a spark of energy I become so weak after using it?”
“It won’t always be like this,” Bulma replied. “Your body and ki were really damaged. It’s going to take-“
“Time. Time I don’t have.” Vegeta brought a gloved hand to his mouth and bit the tip of his thumb. His knee shook anxiously and a dark shadow crossed over his eyes.
“Everything horrible in my life I can handle because I could always rely on my ki to get me through. The strong live and the weak…die,” he said, speaking to himself. He shook his head and Bulma could sense the rising panic building within him. “If I don’t have my powers, I have nothing. I can’t live this way. My destiny was to be the Legendary Super Saiyajin. As it appears now, I’ll be no stronger than that flying cat that floats around with your idiot boyfriend.”
Bulma smiled at the small attempt at humor, but the defeat in Vegeta’s face was heartbreaking. The stoic warrior had been keeping his composure so well. His sudden interaction with Yamcha must have shaken him greatly. His face held a look of worry and anxiety that appeared so odd on his normally sullen, scowling face. He looked like a small, lost boy and his helplessness called out to her.
Bulma leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Her soft lips settled on his chilled skin and she instantly drew back, ashamed of her brash actions. Vegeta remained sitting in the chair, his dark eyes wide as they stared at the top of the desk in shock. His hands clasped tightly in his lap, the saiyajin prince was silent as the office hummed with uneasy tension.
“I’m sorry,” Bulma blurted. She stood and made her way to the door, opening it to allow Vegeta permission to leave. “That was terrible of me. I should not have invaded your space like that.”
Wordlessly, Vegeta stood and awkwardly stared at the floor. Pushing the chair into its proper place he sauntered past Bulma and quickly exited the labs, his face flushing as several of the Capsule Corp. scientists watched him leave with large smiles on their faces. Bulma saw the amused expressions her workers held and instantly clapped her hands.
“Alright, back to work!”

“I think it’s adorable and so, so sweet!” Panchi Briefs chirped as she leaned against her small husband’s arm.
Bulma’s parents happened to be on the observation deck of the Capsule Corp. labs after Dr. Briefs received word that there was an emergency in the science department and chemical labs where Bulma’s office was. All he needed to hear was “fighter” and “energy” and he was running as fast as his old legs could carry him. It had happened. Vegeta was making his move. Teddy Briefs warned his daughter not to release the saiyajin’s power and now look what happened!
However, the old man had to remove his glasses, clean them, and squint through the one-way window to see that Vegeta was not even in the vicinity. It was Yamcha’s muted voice that carried through the air, his angry words muffled by the thick glass between the deck and the labs. Dr. Briefs watched uneasily as the distraught and obviously unwell warrior pushed his daughter and began to power-up directly in front of her. Even from his safe distance, Teddy Briefs could feel the floor shake and hear the beakers and test tubes shattering as Yamcha’s power burned brightly in the confined space.
And then Vegeta did appear. Dr. Briefs hadn’t even noticed his wife at his side as his pale blue eyes bore into the surly saiyajin’s small form as he almost timidly made his way into the crowd of gaping employees. Clad in a dark blue tank top and matching blue shorts, Vegeta stood momentarily, as if dreading the upcoming confrontation with Yamcha. His actions were most uncharacteristic as he spoke calmly to those around him and then gently tapped on the glass surrounding Bulma’s office with a grey-gloved fist, the logo of Capsule Corporation plastered across the back of his hand.
If anything, the old doctor had expected the brash prince to run in, “guns blazing” and attack Yamcha head-on, regardless of whether or not he had any powers. However, even from where Dr. Briefs and his wife stood, a great distance up and away from the conflict at hand, the older man could read Vegeta’s body-language and he could still observe the way Yamcha was handling himself. The poor scar-faced fighter was at his wit’s end and out-of-control. Vegeta was keeping his distance. How was it that the arrogant, evil saiyajin prince was suddenly the level-headed hero in this situation?
The married couple watched in shock as Yamcha seemed to lose all strength and stagger from their daughter’s office, his tall form barreling into the open lab and stumbling away from the scene altogether. Dr. Briefs felt for the distraught warrior, having known and liked Yamcha for a very long time, as he had been dating Bulma since they were teenagers. It pained both the parents of the Capsule Corporation Empire to see Yamcha suffer so.
Dr. Briefs’s attention was immediately drawn back to his daughter’s office, though, as his eyes caught the glowing ball of energy growing within the saiyajin prince’s hand. He had no idea that Bulma had been releasing the alien’s powers. Teddy watched as his daughter stared, transfixed, at Vegeta’s energy, leaning very near to the heavenly violet light. The doctor tensed nervously, his body freezing at the thought of the saiyajin suddenly attacking Bulma as she let her guard down. The two were far too close to each other for Teddy Briefs’s liking.
And then the whole occurrence ended with that quick kiss. The parents watched as Vegeta’s energy seemed to drain out of him and Bulma cared for him with much gentleness. The affectionate smooch on the prince’s forehead had obviously made both Bulma and Vegeta confused and uneasy, however Dr. Briefs felt his blood pressure shoot through the roof. He grumbled angrily about the incident while his wife cooed over how adorable it was.
But the genius doctor and scientist could only glare at the saiyajin’s retreating back as he made a quick exit from the labs. Teddy Briefs was a man with an extremely trusting nature and easy-going personality…however he found he just could not like the alien who had come to live in his home. And now the arrogant, dangerous creature was moving in on his daughter.
Dr. Briefs gazed down at Bulma’s office, watching as she fanned her red face and attempted to get back to work. She absent-mindedly tinkered with a small project and made a few phone calls (probably asking for replacement windows as all the glass around her office was cracked), but he could tell that her brain was not focused on her tasks at hand.
He loved his daughter greatly. His only child was the light of his life and he’d be damned if anyone or anything tried to hurt her. The easy-going parents never had much to say in regards to Bulma’s decisions and life-choices, the girl always running off on adventures the moment one arose, however Dr. Briefs was not going to stand by and allow his daughter to fall for Vegeta’s tricks. The saiyajin was smart. He was luring Bulma in with his supposed weakness and illness and when he got her twisted around his finger he would pounce the moment he regained all his strength.
The doctor sighed and turned away, his hand fishing in his pocket for a cigarette as Panchi babbled on and on about young love and torrid romances. It seemed she was already forgetting about poor Yamcha. Teddy knew his daughter was a genius, her intelligence matching his own, however he understood that his beautiful offspring was also boy-crazy to the point of stupidity. He recalled stories of her instantly falling in love with the “bad-boys” in her wild adventures, simply tossing Yamcha aside as she flirted with the enemy. The girl was smart…but sometimes she did the dumbest things for the attention of the wrong guy.
And Vegeta was definitely the wrong guy. Teddy was a doctor as well as a scientist, and he could see the classic signs of a psychopath in the saiyajin’s nature. Why, it had been nearly two years ago when Bulma was weeping at Master Roshi’s house, sobbing and hating the flame-haired saiyajin responsible for Yamcha’s death. The doctor knew about Vegeta’s past and, while he felt pity for his destroyed planet and rough upbringing, he could not ignore that the alien had murdered billions upon billions of people. The saiyajin was shrewd, intelligent, and now dealing with post traumatic stress disorder (or whatever version that would be for an alien saiyajin). Dr. Briefs saw Vegeta as a ticking time-bomb and he was not pleased that his daughter had not only released so much energy for the warrior, but was apparently harboring feelings for him!
This was no good. The old genius would not be able to feel safe until the situation was rectified.
*Thanks everyone, for reading. Yes, I am aware that Dr. Briefs is not really in-character here…but someone needs to be the bad guy in this picture…so I’m choosing him. Sorry, Dr. Briefs fans!
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