Vegeta's sanctuary

Lightning flickered through the black clouds as I slowly headed back to the place I reluctantly called home. The moisture in the air was thick and as I flew it dampened my spandex suit, making the defeat I felt heavier. I hadn’t expected the fight against Cell to end the way it did. In a grandiose vision of myself I predicted that I would arrive at the battlefield, turn into a Super Saiyan and pound Cell into a bloody, unrecognizable pulp, making him pay for the humiliation he inflicted upon me during our earlier battle. I would do what Kakarott could not, and then my place as strongest warrior in the universe would be reestablished. But all my training was proven to be worthless as a boy surpassed us all and destroyed Cell in a flash of blinding light that nearly destroyed this miserable planet. My inadequacy on the battlefield that day was inexcusable, and I felt the rage, shame and defeat come crashing down upon me like a boulder. Maybe I’m not what I thought I was.
That night, the sorrowful storm suited my soul. The planet seems to be crying, mourning the loss of he who died on the battlefield and chose not to return. This whole planet is full of these stupid emotions. He doesn’t deserve to be mourned, it’s his own fault he died, he didn’t have to go down there, he didn’t have to die…
How could Kakarott have done such a thing? First he shamefully quit the battle against Cell instead of dying the honorable death of a warrior, losing both honor and face in his display of cowardice. As my feelings of contempt for him rose, I began to feel that I was right about this planet. A planet full of such soft weaklings with trivial emotions could never produce decent warriors. But then, after I was finished convincing myself that Kakarott was a waste of Saiyan blood, he stepped onto the battlefield and sacrificed himself for his family, friends, the planet and even me. When I thought him to be a coward, when I thought that he was a softhearted weakling, he proved me wrong by making the ultimate sacrifice. How can he lose his honor, lose the respect of fellow warriors, and then, in one moment, reclaim it all? After that, even I respected him.
With his actions he once again bested me. Everyone standing against Cell that day knows I would never end my own life to save them. And they are right. I’d never sacrifice myself for them, why should I? My life has been led for me, nothing but my own desires and passions matter; everyone else is just background noise to me.
Then why did I feel like my chest had been ripped open when I saw my son die? I was still reeling from the shock of Kakarott’s actions, knowing that my strength was meaningless against Cell and it had taken a stupid act of selflessness to defeat him when he reappeared before us, perfect and far more powerful then before. That ki beam he sent took even me by surprise. It’s fitting that Trunks died along with his hero, the man he had come to the past to seek out, and the only man that could save him. He hadn’t come to enlist my help…he knew I was useless, nothing but a washed up old warrior who didn’t have enough strength to defeat a fucking machine. My own son knows Kakarott is stronger than I. Another insult to my pride by that third-class bastard.
I’m certain Trunks wishes that I wasn’t his father. He’d rather carry the blood of that fool Kakarott than the royal blood of Vegetasei in his veins. I see the way he admires him; the way he is so devoted to the idea that a victory without Kakarott is impossible. Just like his mother. But no amount of wishing is going to make it so his father is strong enough not to fail him when he really needs it. No amount of wishing was going to erase the fact that I was his father, and I had indeed failed him.
Sometimes I look at his face and see everything that is his mother, the emotions, soft heart, strong will and unbelievable intelligence…. But then that all to familiar scowl darkens his face and his eyes hold the undeniable fact that mentally he’s older than his years and that he’s seen too much horror and death in his lifetime. That’s when he looks the most like me. That’s also when I know I’ve failed him. I failed him in his time and I failed him in this one when I let Cell kill him. When I was too weak to stop Cell from taking his young life. To add insult to injury, a single blow struck me down when I attacked Cell and tried to defend him. A child had to rescue the both of us. I had to wonder if this was just foreshadowing of how I would fail the infant version of my son in this timeline. Now that Kakarott was gone, he wouldn’t have a hero to save him.
As I touched down on the Capsule Corp lawn, my knees threatened to give out on me. I’m tired and weak, but I know that none of my fatigue is physical. The weight of all the mistakes I’ve made were hanging in the air like the impending storm. I realize then that I’m the last. The proud prince of a dead race. The Saiyan race is in ruins, everything I’ve worked my entire life for is worthless and I am the only full-blooded Saiyan left alive. Oh if Frieza could see me now, I can almost hear him cackling with glee.
Looking up at the windows of the dark house, I couldn’t fathom why I came back, this place should hold no value to me at all. Yet there I was again, moving toward the house. I wanted to stop, turn around and go back to the desert. But I couldn’t. I cursed myself for being so weak. I know what I was looking for, or rather, who. I didn’t want to see her, I didn’t want to see the accusing look in her eyes since I’m certain she knew that it’s my fault our son died in battle. But my body longs to be near her and I can’t stop myself from entering the house.
She knows as well as I do that I’ve stayed here out of obligation for our son. The Saiyan prince does not run from his obligations. We were only together for three nights. The last night our son was conceived and our meetings had turned from animalistic lust to something else. I could see it in her eyes and for the first time in my life I felt safe. I felt comfortable. She cared about me… I left for space before the sun rose that morning. I didn’t know that she carried my son, I was more than shocked to come back nearly a year later to find a small, screaming bundle lying in her arms. I’ll never forget the way she looked that day, beautiful, proud and strong as she held our infant son, the heir to the Saiyan legacy.
I entered the dark living room to see her silhouette against the window. The only light came from the small red dot of the baby monitor sitting on the table beside her and the occasional flashes of violent lightning that danced across the sky. She stood with her back to me, staring out over the black night, like a defeated queen during the last minutes of a deadly siege. She knew I was there and she placed the glass she was holding on the table. Lemonade. It’s her favorite.
“He died anyway” she whispered, breaking my train of thought. Kakarott.
“He died a warrior’s death,” I said quietly. I can’t believe I meant it. She turned to face me, her cerulean eyes searching through the dark for any trace of sarcasm or mocking in my stoic voice. She found none and continued to face me, clutching her shoulders like a vice. I knew she wanted to be held, but I couldn’t bring myself to go to her. My body wanted to go to her, to take her in my arms and feel that warm body against mine but my body didn’t move. She needed the comfort, hell; I needed the comf…
“There are clean towels in the linen closet and leftovers in the fridge if you want them” she said turning back to stare out at the desolate night. She thought that I was there because I had nowhere else to go. She was half-right; I really didn’t have anywhere else to go. I turned to leave.
“Vegeta?” her voice was quiet and far away and she was still gazing out the window with her arms clenched around each other. I froze. “Does Trunks mean anything to you? Anything at all? I know you won’t be able to answer me. Your pride will never allow it. So if the answer is yes, stay where you are. If the answer is no, leave the room.” She turned to face me and I felt my body tense. How dare she order me around like I’m some weak earthling! I turned to leave and I found that I couldn’t. I was rooted to that damn floor; my body was betraying every impulse my consciousness was sending out. That’s when I realized I was lying to myself.
I had to be honest with her; I owed her that much after everything she had done for me. I couldn’t turn and leave, even though I’d rather have her think I’m a bastard. It would have been so much easier than planting myself in that room and staring blindly ahead, not seeing her or the room any longer. Of course he meant something to me. I never knew what until I saw the future version of him bleeding on the battlefield. He was the heir. He was the only legacy that I would have the honor of leaving behind. I would grow old and die and the universe would forget my name, forget the cruelties that I bestowed upon numerous planets and forget that a race like the Saiyans ever existed. But here on this little blue jewel, there would be a small piece of me living on long after I had gone. Hopefully, he would be the kind of man I could never be.
A tear ran down her face as she realized that I wasn’t going anywhere. My actions said what I could never vocalize.
“Thank you” she whispered softly, the sounds sending a chill down my spine.
“I was responsible for the boy’s well-being on the battlefield. I-I failed.” I don’t know what made me say that, it just came out unexpectedly. My voice was almost as quiet as her’s, though I know that I must have sounded cold and emotionless, but…
“Trunks is fine. We wished him back, he’ll be leaving in the morning.” She rubbed her arms absentmindedly as we stood in that dark room. She was clad only in silk pajama bottoms and a skimpy tank top; I could smell the fresh scent of soap and shampoo radiating from her. It hurt to look at her; her beauty was almost blinding.  “Are you going to bed?”  There was nothing else she could have said to me. She sounded happier at least. I could feel that a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders when I admitted that my son meant something to me. I nodded but I couldn’t make myself leave the room. The storm outside broke and a torrent of sorrow and pain pounded against the windowpane. She nodded slowly and then took a deep breath. There was something else she wanted to say.
“Do…do I mean anything to you?” she whispered so quietly that I even had trouble hearing her over the angry rain pelting the glass behind her. Her eyes were clenched shut, I knew that she didn’t want to watch me leave. But her head was held high and her voice was steady, she refused to lose her composure in front of me. I admired that strength. She may be weak physically, but mentally, she was the strongest person I had ever met.
For a moment I started to leave. But it wouldn’t have been honest. She had taken me in when I had nothing and she had never once asked me for anything in return. She trusted me. And now she trusted that my actions tonight would be nothing but the truth. Saying that she meant nothing to me would have broken that trust because it was a lie. Something about her had made its way under my skin; I couldn’t have left that room if I had been on fire.
I looked at her as a tear streamed down her perfect face. She still hadn’t opened her eyes; she was too afraid that I’d be gone. Then somehow…I’ll never remember how or why, but the next thing I knew I was standing in front of her with my hand cupping one of her cheeks as I brushed the tear off her lips with my thumb. At the feel of my touch her silent sob became audible and she looked like she’d collapse. She threw her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder as I stood there like a statue with my arms down at my sides and my eyes staring vacantly ahead. I couldn’t ever tell her what she meant to me, but I could sure as hell show her.
My arms wound themselves around her and I buried my head into her shoulder. Her scent was intoxicating; I had forgotten how much I relished in the smell of her, the feel of her soft body and the warmth radiating from her. I moved and found her soft lips and tentatively brushed my own against them, wondering if she would reject me after such a long time of being apart. As her lips parted to allow my tongue access, I had my answer. I probed her mouth slowly, savoring the feel of her tongue entwining with my own, allowing myself pleasure at the feel of her hands pulling my body closer. It had been so long. Before the androids the crying of the brat had interrupted the only time we had kissed since his conception. I had spent so many nights alone in space and then a full year avoiding her after I returned. Then, in the hyperbolic time chamber, waking up after tantalizing dreams of her, frustrated because I didn’t have access to her at the time and blinded by rage because she affected me so. Those were always the worst days, the days where I almost killed myself trying to get rid of the need for her.
Her hands made their way into my hair and she pulled my face closer to her, not wanting our kiss to end. I knew what she was expecting; urgent sex that would happen about 10 times before the sun rose and I left to train. That’s how I’d always taken her before. Gently but urgently. But not tonight. Tonight was going to be different.
I broke our kiss to a grunt of displeasure from the woman. I smirked; knowing she wanted me made me burn for her more intensely than I already did. I slid my hands up her sides slowly, her curves were exquisite and I felt her shudder slightly as her body reacted to my actions. My lips moved down her neck and across her collarbone and her head tipped back, allowing me access to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Running my tongue across that smooth patch of skin, I could feel my hands tremble as I pulled the straps of her shirt over her shoulders and bared my teeth against that soft, vulnerable juncture…. I froze instantly. Sensing the change in my demeanor, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“I was so afraid I’d never see you again. I was so afraid I’d lose you…” she whispered against my forehead. She pulled my face up a bit more and gave me a chaste kiss before breaking away from me. Grabbing the baby monitor she headed for the door. “Are you coming?” I smirked and followed her to her—our room.
She kissed me fiercely and shut the door behind us as we made our way to the bed. She sat slowly on the bed and I stood between her legs, looking down at her with curiosity. She pushed my armor over my head and ran her hands down my chest, never once breaking eye contact. I wanted her skin against mine, the spandex shirt was nothing but a nuisance so I pulled it over my head quickly and tossed it across the room. Her hands were soft and warm as they ran across my chest. She gave me a devilish look before pulling the waist of my pants down a bit. Running her tongue under my navel and blowing softly on the flesh that was wet from her mouth sent a delicious shiver up my spine. Along with the kisses she planted on my stomach, moving downward as she slid the pants off my frame was enough to almost break my resolve.
I couldn’t hide how excited she had gotten me, not that I wanted to. She looked into my eyes, a devilish smirk and a playful glint in her eyes as she slowly brought her lips to the tip of my member. Her tongue slithered out from between her parted lips, and she gently flicked her tongue across the tip, causing a small moan to escape my lips, all the while giving me that lusty gaze.
“Well, we’ll save that for later” she whispered huskily as she slid her hands over my hips and thighs. She stood, her lips finding my ear as she nipped my earlobe with her teeth. “Lay down” she said. I was so tempted to give in and allow her to do delicious things to my body until dawn, but it wasn’t about that right now. This was about her. I kissed her deeply and crushed her to me as if I was afraid she’d escape before I could explore her body with my own.
“Not yet woman” I breathed, sliding the straps of her shirt completely off those delectable shoulders, finishing what I started in the other room. She took over for me and took her shirt off and tossed it aside as I slid her pants and underwear to the floor. I stepped back and took her in; her long neck and her beautiful shoulders, creamy and pale in the dim room; her full breasts and hard nipples, her supple curves and shapely legs.
“Vegeta?” she asked, curiosity flashing through her deep eyes. Gods she was beautiful. I managed a small smile and I reached for her again but I stopped my hands just before they made contact with her flesh. I had almost grabbed her wrists and I wouldn’t touch her. This was the beginning I looked into her eyes and started to slowly move my hands up her arms, not touching her flesh but I was close enough to brush the light hair there. Somehow she knew not to move, just to let my agonizingly slow movements caress her, increase the anticipation for both of us. Being that close to her and not touching her was beautiful torture, my hands were trembling, I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the second and by her increased breathing I could tell that she felt the same. I moved my hands all over her body, slowly, methodically, not leaving one inch of her alone and never breaking our eye contact. We were making love without even touching.
She was trying desperately not to arch into my hands, her entire body was quivering and I could see that what I was doing was sending shivers over her entire body. She bit her lower lip and her eyes rolled back as it took all of her willpower to keep still.
“Vegeta…” she gasped as my hands almost touched her nipples. The urgency in her voice was too much for me and I let my hands rest on her shoulders, electricity shot through my body at the contact. She moaned at the small contact and my lips descended on hers, my tongue meandering through her soft mouth, our tongues performing a tantalizing dance. My lips soon left hers to follow the path my hands had taken, but I couldn’t deny myself the taste of her body and my lips caressed her flesh as I slowly pushed her back onto the bed. My mouth found her nipple and I gently rolled it with my tongue as her hands entangled themselves in my hair. It had been too long since we had done this. My body had missed her more than I was willing to admit, I had longed for the feel of her beneath me, her skin running over mine like a waterfall, her eyes boring into my own, holding things that I didn’t want to recognize…
Making my way down her body, I ran my tongue along her navel and trailed it to the top of those thick curls. I could smell the sweet, musky scent of her desire; I knew what she needed. I spread her legs slowly, her knees trembling as I lowered my head between her quivering thighs. Gods, she smelled beautiful, her desire and need was thick and I knew that it was because of me. I flicked my tongue over her bud, tearing a gasp from her lips. She must have known that was just the beginning and I began to slowly make love to her with my mouth. We continued for what seemed like hours, her hips falling into a rhythm and arching up to meet my face, her hands exploring my neck and shoulders as the rain pounded against the windows. I could feel her reaching the end, but I wasn’t ready to let her finish yet, I had much more planned for her. Stopping, I returned to her mouth, kissing her with abandon. The taste of her mouth and her womanhood mixed together, creating one of the most exquisite things I had ever tasted.
The little minx surprised me as her hand slithered between us to grip my member and I involuntarily groaned into her mouth. She began to work her hand up and down my length, driving me mad with desire. Her other hand ran down my back to the little patch of fur that was all that remained of my tail and she ran her fingernails over it, causing my hips to buck and my kisses to become more fevered. I kissed her neck and sucked gently on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. I should have stopped then, taking her so I could finish and then leaving to train like I always had, but I didn’t stop. I knew what I was doing and at that moment I wanted nothing more than to claim her as my own until the end of time.
I pulled her hand away from my member and shakily positioned myself between her legs, brushing her entrance slowly with my tip. I broke the contact with her neck and looked deeply into her eyes, I saw want, need and that unfathomable trust that made my knees quiver. I couldn’t look into those eyes any longer and I nipped her earlobe.
“Bulma,” I whispered my hot breath on her ear making her tremble even more. “Do you want me forever?” I couldn’t believe I was asking her this, but I had to know. I had to make sure she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
“I could never want anyone else,” she answered, kissing my ear down to my jaw. I kissed her softly before moving down to that beautiful juncture. I entered her then, swiftly completing the need we both felt and I bit down on her neck, breaking the skin. Her blood filled my mouth, the metallic tang flowed over my tongue and I hungrily sucked at the wound. She cried out in pain for a second, but it was soon forgotten as I began to find my rhythm. I moved from her neck to her lips and we fell into a slow pace. Her nails dug into my back and her hand once again found my tail spot, massaging and exploring as I desperately tried not to lose myself inside her. Her moans and my soft gasps filled the room as we were together for the first time in almost two years. My head was buried in her shoulder and I could feel her building, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was finished. As she was almost there, she reached her hands up to my head and positioned my face above her so I could look into her eyes again.
“Vegeta, look at me.” I looked into her eyes, never breaking the pace of our lovemaking. She wrapped her arms around my neck and caressed the back on my neck, fingering the soft hair there. I saw it then, the pain I had caused her, the joy we had shared, the trust, and the love that she felt for me, it all came shining out of those beautiful eyes like a lighthouse on a foggy night. I couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t keep my own shield up any longer. Whatever was lying in my eyes she saw, I didn’t attempt to hide if from her. Our eye contact continued until she reached completion and she tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as a soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I felt her clench around me and I reached my own climax, spilling into her body as I struggled not to collapse from pleasure. She kissed me softly as I rode out the last waves of our pleasure and I rolled onto my back, keeping myself buried in her. She traced my face softly with her fingertips as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I softly rubbed the wound I had inflicted on her as we lay there listening to the torrential downpour raging outside the house. I smiled a bit.
“You know, I’m a bit of fond of you, woman.” I said softly, kissing her lips chastely.
“I love you too” she whispered.
“You presume much.” I whispered back.
“Oh shut up and kiss me you big jerk.” She said, the lighthearted tone in her voice unmistakable. I kissed her deeply, my tongue parting her lips to meet hers. I could feel myself harden inside of her again and I knew that this night would be one I remembered for a lifetime.


Seductive Temptations

A Goku-Chichi and Bulma-Vegeta Romance with a bite

Chapter 1

She smiled, neatly folding the sheet over the line. It was late, but she just
had to finish the laundry so it would be dry by morning. She sighed wistfully;
Goku was home for the weekend to spend time with Goten and Gohan. It felt so
good to have him home again. So good, she thought as she hugged the damp sheet
tightly. Her family was back together again.
And growing larger with every new generation, Pan-chan was so happy to see her
grandpa. She sighed again, shaking the sheet out so hard she put wrinkles in it.
She was totally unaware of the Ki-less–lifeless–being creeping up behind her.
She clipped the sheet onto the wire, making sure there were no loose ends and
turned, meeting the lifeless green eyes of the pale-faced man in front of her.
“Chi-Chi-san,” he stated simply, before moving forward with lightning-fast
movements. He had her by the neck before she could scream, his lips against her
skin in a tender kiss. He gave a soothing inhuman purr before she felt the light
pricks of pain on the curve of her neck.
She gasped softly, feeling the rush of pleasure and pain mixing with
indescribable force. She could only close her eyes and hold on tightly, gasping
and moaning with the orgasmic feelings.
Until it all ended and everything went black. She felt lifted from her body,
though without a care, the only feeling focused on was the heat radiating off of
the man holding her.
He jerked up, causing Goten and Pan to jump at the unexpected movement.
Something was wrong. There was the homely feeling he had, like always when he
came home for a visit, and then everything went cold. Something was off, as if
something awfully wrong was happening.
He looked about the living room, eyeing Pan and Goten for a moment before
focusing on the kitchen door. “Chi-Chi?” There was, much to his fright, no
answer. He spoke again, louder this time. “Chi-Chi-san?”
“‘Tousan? What is it?”
He shot up to his feet, searching for her. “Something’s wrong,” he mumbled to
his son and granddaughter. And then he felt the certain whisper of her Ki. With
no explanation to his kin he lifted two fingers to his forehead and vanished
from their sight.

He appeared outside by the clothesline, not even two feet away from her. He
started to call to her, but the words caught in his throat as he took in the
sight. Some man held his wife tightly, causing jealously and anger to burn
through him. He took notice of the hand under her supple buttocks, the lips
drinking in the skin of her neck. And then, he noticed the velvety flow of red
escaping the corner of the man’s mouth.
He went unnoticed for merely a moment–though it seemed forever to him–as the
man holding his wife jerked to attention, lips being pulled away from Chi-Chi’s
throat. There was a soft hiss from him as he bared his fangs in defiance. “It’s
too late,” he hissed, quickly wiping the blood at the corners of his mouth.
Goku took a step forward, feeling his Ki rise at the sight of the stranger with
his hands on his wife. “Let her go,” he growled, trying to keep the urge of
going Super Saiyajin down.
There was a chuckle from the other man, “If that’s what you wish.” He raised a
clawed hand, “I’ll do that, but she’s already drained.” He chuckled again,
lowering Chi-Chi’s limp form to the ground. “You wish her dead that much? Pity,
such a woman like that does not deserve someone such as you.”
“She’s mine,” he snarled, his power gathering around his hands. “I won’t let you
hurt my wife!”
The other man snorted, quickly hauling her up, “Not anymore.” He started to melt
into the shadows; “This woman belongs to me now.” They vanished just as the Ki
blast skidded over the grass.
The golden aura surrounded him, even as there was nothing for him to chase. The
beast that ravaged his wife had taken her most of her Ki, nearly all of it.
There was no chance he could find her now. He felt something within him snap and
he cried out his anger and sudden sorrow with one word. Her name, his wife, his

Vejiita jerked up, making Bulma cry out at the sudden sharp movement that
pressed within her. “Vejiita!” she snarled, beating her fists uselessly on his
shoulders. “Watch it! That hurt, you jerk!”
He glared down at her, but remained silent. His attention went elsewhere, though
he remained buried within her tender moist grip (yes, they were making love).
“Something’s wrong,” he stated finally.
She blinked, sitting up a bit as she pulled the blankets up to cover her
breasts. “What is it?”
“Kakarrot went Super Saiyajin…” he trailed off, glancing at her. “We’ll have
to finish this later,” he said as he thrust within her.
She bit her lip, crashing back onto the pillows, “You think you can stop?”
He snorted, biting the tip of her nose before pulling out of her. “You
underestimate my endurance, woman.” He got up and out of the bed, giving her a
lovely view of his bare rump. “I want to see what set Kakarrot off.”
She sat up, letting the blanket fall to equal the amount of visual teasing. “At
least get dressed first. You don’t want to scare away whatever pissed Son-kun
He bristled a bit, but headed towards the closet. He stepped out in the close
fitting battle suit he wore when sparring. “I’ll be back, bitch, and I’ll make
you regret saying that.”
She smirked and wiggled her fingers at him. “I’ll be waiting.”

He made it just in time to find the younger Saiyajin balled up on the ground.
His hands fisted into the dark locks of his hair. He touched down next to him,
looking down in wonder. What could have caused such a man to go into a fit of
rage then sorrow?
“Kakarrot?” The other Saiyajin grunted something intangible even to his ears.
“He took Chi-Chi,” he said only slightly louder than before. “I can’t find her
He blinked, “Have you attempted to feel her out?”
There was a slight nod. “He melted away with her.”
“I don’t know,” There was a soft sob, breaking up his words. “I can’t feel her
Vejiita blinked; had Kakarrot’s mate met death so soon? He didn’t know how to
comfort the other Saiyajin, so he just stood in silence as the other sobbed at
the loss of his mate.

She awoke once again, surrounded by silk sheets and gentle cushions. She
couldn’t move; her whole body was sore.
“G-Goku-saa,” she managed softly. There was a soft ‘shh’ from the person next to
her and she felt a cool cloth against her neck. She winced and tried to turn and
look at the man beside her.
“Ah ah,” he whispered. “You’ll reopen the wounds, dear; you don’t want to do
that.” She caught the hint of his accent, the awkwardness in his tone. He petted
her hair. “I haven’t sired you, yet. I want you to see through the eyes of a
human one last time, love.”
“Nani?” she mustered weakly.
“I’m going to have you as my own,” he breathed. “The husband you had before was
a twit for letting you live alone for so long.” She felt his lips against her
neck again. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He pressed his lips to her ear. “I plan to
give you a gift that no other man could give.”
She whimpered, wanting so badly to see his face. There was a whisper of his lips
against her cheek and his dark green eyes came into view again. His features
were smooth and pale, nearly blue tinted. His dark hair fell over his brow as he
looked down at her.
He was beautiful, her eyes widened slightly before sliding shut. She tilted her
head back and offered her lips to him, in which he greedily accepted. The only
thoughts that entered her mind were to fall to him, let him take her, to be his.

Chapter 2

He smiled wickedly; he couldn’t have found the more perfect woman to make his.
He tugged her hair out of its bindings, lifting her head slightly to let it flow
around her shoulders. She was a work of art, better than he’d seen Kami create.
“Chi-Chi,” he whispered to get her attention.
Her dark entranced eyes opened and looked at him lovingly. “Have you made your
choice, love?” She gave a weak nod, “Good, you are far too beautiful of a woman
to allow death to take you.” He bent to kiss the wound he caused earlier, “Far
too beautiful.” He scraped her skin lightly with his fangs. “Pity for that man
of yours. He seemed rather attached to you.”
“Goku-saa…” she whimpered, struggling her way out of the trance he had put her
“Shh… Shh… ” He pressed his lips to her throat, “It’s too late for you and
him. Now there is only you and I.” She whimpered again as he dug his fangs into
her flesh, pulling them out slightly so he could relish in the sweet taste of
her blood flowing over his tongue.
She struggled against him weakly then fell limp on his bed. He released her from
his deadly kiss and took his wrist in one hand. He dug a claw deep into his own
flesh, wincing softly as he broke into the vein. He pressed the open wound to
her lips, allowing the circulated blood to flow into her mouth. Her dark eyes
bolted open and her lips locked onto his wrist, sucking lightly. He winced,
“Enough! Let go!” His command went unheard as she dug her flat little molars
into his skin. Her strength was totally unimaginable, something he hadn’t
thought of. He felt as if she were sucking all the blood from him.
Dear Kami, was this how it felt?
With the remainder of his strength, he wrenched himself from her grip, panting.
“Damn,” he whimpered. He glared at her, “You took too much.” But, his curses
were heard on deaf ears, he noted. She had rolled on her stomach, screaming in
pain as the changes started. Her hair lengthened slightly and her skin paled.
He watched, holding his wounded wrist in one hand. It was always amusing to
watch them change, their cries of pain, the features changing. It was so

The pain, everything hurt, even the roots of her hair. Kami, am I dying? If not,
it sure felt like it. She couldn’t take much more of it and she fainted away
with the pain.
She had awaked to a new light. Everything around her seemed enhanced. She could
smell everything around her; feel the small heart beats of nearby creatures.
“W-where am I?” she asked, her own voice echoing in her ears.
“My palace.”
She sat up, “What?”
A man sat beside him, she knew him, but she couldn’t place his face. “You are in
my palace, Chi-Chi.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Kristian,” he smiled sweetly, offering his hand. She politely
accepted with the intent of shaking his hand, instead he brought it to his
mouth, kissing the back of her hand lightly. “It is my pleasure to meet you,
Chi-Chi.” His smile widened, “I must welcome you to your new life.”

He winced as the other man screamed as if in pain, though he didn’t have the
heart to stop him. It seemed his mate had perished, taken away from him. He
sighed; knowing it would be painful if Bulma had been ripped away.
As much as he wished to end the other Saiyajin’s suffering, he did not know any
way to comfort him. Kakarrot’s family had come, all of them curious of why he
was in a heap of tears. When they asked the whereabouts of their mother Vegeta
could only reply with a shrug. “Kakarrot said that she was abducted.”
Amazingly to him, Kakarrot had managed to speak. “He took her… ” His words
broken by his sobs. “He killed her.” That broke the bridge. Totally shocked by
the reaction of the other Saiyajin’s family, he backed away, heading for the
house to find the one person that could possibly bring some control over these
He called Bulma and demanded that she get her lazy ass out of bed and get over

She stared into his beautiful green eyes, his wonderfully sweet smile. “Kristian,”
she rolled the English name over her tongue, liking the way it sounded, the way
it came out.
“Hmm… ?” even a simple note like that sounded foreign to her ears. She brushed
the blond locks off of his brow, traced her fingers over his face. She couldn’t
help but ask, “Why can’t I remember anything?”
That must have shocked him, because he sat up and turned to glare at her with
those beautiful eyes. “What?”
“I-I can’t remember anything.” she stated, “All I remember is awaking this
evening with you.”
He eyed her, a suspicious look on his features. “You are stronger than I first
thought,” he mumbled under his breath. But, that did not keep her from hearing
him. “It’s not important,” he moved to lay his head in her lap once more. “You
just injured yourself, that’s why you remember nothing before.” It seemed
believable, but for some odd reason she couldn’t believe it. She nodded, though
watching as his eyes slid shut. “The sun will be rising soon,” he whispered,
burying his face against her stomach.
“We will have to go to rest soon.”
She nodded, watching him curiously. “You’re awfully pale. Have you fed tonight?”
She spoke as if she knew what she was talking about. It all seemed so odd.
He smiled wickedly up at her. “I’m not hungry.” And before she could react he
had captured her mouth with his, kissing her hard and passionately. So
overwhelmed by him, she fell back, allowing him to take control of her; melting
against him with each of his kisses and touches. When his hand slid up between
her thighs, she moaned against his mouth, that odd wrong feeling returning.
She tried her best to ignore it and nearly succeeded until she felt his fingers
pressed against her. She winced and could think of nothing more to do, but bite
him. And so, she did.

She had arrived a little too late, she supposed. Vejiita glared at her and
angrily told her to do something about Goku and his family problem. Though there
was nothing she could think of, she did what first came to mind. She pulled Goku
into her arms and let the once wild child sob on her shoulder.
She only winced when he squeezed her too hard, wrapping her up with those huge
arms. It made her feel as if she were the child. She was clueless of what had
brought Goku and his family to this state, but from the mumbles she got from
Vejiita it was obvious something had happened to Chi-Chi. Although the thought
of losing her friend was heart aching, she couldn’t allow any weaknesses. Not
only would it upset Goku more, but Vejiita wouldn’t let her hear the end of it
if he caught her acting sentimental. But, she turned to look at the Saiyajin
Prince and it seemed as if he was mourning the loss in that weird way of his.
He sat away from the group, silent with his arms akimbo, his dark gaze staring
calmly out the window. Occasionally, he would glance at her, a ‘hopeless’ look
on his features. He was ready to go home as all this was having a tiring affect
on the both of them. Their little game beforehand seemed out of place now.
The only thing that came to mind now was Poor Goku…
And poor Chi-Chi.
Would they ever see her again? Was it possible for them to wish her back? She
turned to Vejiita. “We need to get a hold of Piccolo and Dende.”

He jerked up and away, blinking in surprise as he tasted the blood in his mouth.
She had bitten him! He was so shocked he crawled off of her. She was obviously
ashamed because she had curled up and looked away, but it changed nothing. She
bit him!
He stared at her, wondering if the ‘spell’ was affecting her at all. Any other
woman would have been totally his, but not this one. Was she remembering what he
had taken her away from? He scowled and got up; he had underestimated the hold
that man had on her.
He would win her over. Or kill her in the end.

Chapter 3

He sailed out into the new night, stretching his sense in search for appropriate
food for his new love. The air flowing around him, fresh with dew, and fresh
with the scent of those out for him to hunt. He still felt weak from changing
her into the lovely creature she is now, but not so weak that he couldn’t seduce
some unsuspecting woman into his grasp.
His hunger heightened and he sped up faster, heading towards the city, one of
his favorite hunting grounds.

They landed at the edge of Heaven’s platform, looking about the palace’s
grounds. “Dende!” Goku yelled rudely past Mr. Popo to the western end of the
platform. He found them standing there, eyes down on the Earth as they watched
something. Piccolo was standing over Dende, eyes narrowed and a clawed hand
rubbing his chin. Dende had a worried look on his green features, his hands
folded behind his back. “Dende!”
The little Namekusei-jin turned to glance at Goku for only a moment, before
returning his gaze to the Earth. Goku looked down for a moment before glaring up
at Piccolo. “You know what happened.” No answer came. Their silence just proved
his suspicions; he could see it on both their faces. “I know the dragon balls
were already used but–”
“–Son, you know it’s impossible to wish her back right after the balls were
already used,” His arms locked akimbo, he moved next to the young God. “Besides,
even if it were possible, you wouldn’t be able to wish her back.”
“Nani?” his sons had come up behind him, Gohan on his left and Goten on his
right. Goten glared angrily at the former demon king, while his brother stood
silent. They both looked like hell, although, it was understandable. “Why
wouldn’t we be able to wish her back?” Goten demanded, his foot stomping on the
“Gomen ne, Goten-san,” Dende spoke softly, his eyes down on the Earth. “Demo, it
would seem that your mother is not dead. Not entirely.”
Goku blinked, “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Dende glanced at Piccolo, his hands coming around to smooth his
garments. “It would seem that she’s amongst the undead, now.”
“Nani? Undead?” he blinked; they might as well have been speaking Greek to him.
He scowled, wishing they would just come out and say it. “What do you mean?
She… she’s not alive. I can’t feel her Ki anywhere!”
“That guy that had a hold of her, Goku,” Piccolo growled, “Was a vampire. That’s
why he was sucking on her neck!” He shook his head; “He took her and turned her
into a ‘mini-me’ to be just like him.”
“Ano–Piccolo-san. You mean he turned her into a vampire?”
“So there’s some brains in the Son family after all.”

He tore into her throat, dwelling on the sweet liquor that flowed into his
mouth. He purred for her and she surrendered to him, pressing her luscious form
against him. She moaned as he licked the forming wound. It was a debate to take
her, or to allow her to live; but as her liquor flowed through his veins no
debate was needed.
He ripped the front of her shirt open, his hand trembling only slightly as he
took her breast in hand. She arched against him as he ravaged her throat,
drinking her in, taking her life. She tensed and trembled slightly before
falling limp and lifeless. He let her fall, eyeing her bare chest before letting
a mighty roar rip through his throat.
There were soft cries of shock from the opening of the alley, causing him to
chuckle. They would think some other type of monster had raped the young girl.
Ah, he paused moving down to mask the two tiny wounds on her neck, no need for
him to leave a trail.
He readied himself to take to air when his sensitive ears pick up a soft cry. He
paused, turning back to dark point of the alley, eyes glowing as he searched for
the source of the noise. A small child sat curled up in the corner of the alley,
male. He glanced down at the woman, her son.
He smirked, no need to hunt for her meal; it was right before him. He stretched
out his powers of enchantment and beckoned the little child. “Come, boy.” The
teary eyes blanked and he rose, padding towards him. She should enjoy this.

“Where is she?” Goku demanded from the young God.
Bulma tightened her hold on Vejiita, making him growl in warning at her but she
didn’t listen. It could have been her that was taken away–it could have been
Vejiita. She glanced up at him.
“Let go woman, you’re cutting the circulation off to my hand.” She glared at him
and let him go, taking a few steps away from him. He snorted in return and
crossed his arms over his chest.
He met her gaze, glaring right back at her. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if
they had taken Vejiita. The only thing they’d have to worry about is the Saiyan
Prince trying to take over the world again. There was no telling what someone
like Chi-Chi would do with such power; if what Piccolo said was true. But, Dende
confirmed it. Poor Goku, what would happen now?

He watched Dende as the young God looked down upon the Earth again, more exactly
the palace that held Son’s wife… or mate… or whatever. He knew the young God
couldn’t directly interfere, but if he didn’t–a glance was thrown back at Goku—he
wasn’t sure that Son would take it lightly.
“Piccolo-san,” Gohan started, taking a step forward. “Onegai.”
Damn the brat, he mentally growled, he couldn’t deny his former student much
anymore. “She’s on the western continent, about four hundred miles from the
capital (trying to put her in Ireland, why you ask? Because I’m an Irish mutt).”
He glared at them, “You can go, but she won’t remember you.” The boys stood
still, but that didn’t stop Goku; his aura surrounded him as he blasted off
towards the stated directions.
“Piccolo-san… you shouldn’t have told him that.” Piccolo merely shrugged; it
didn’t matter to him any. Certainly the baka had the sense to know how to
destroy what he was against. “Someone might think it wise to go with him, so he
won’t get himself into any trouble.”

He watched her from the entrance of the keep, so amazed he nearly dropped the
child under his arm. She stood atop a simple thin pole with the human grace she
was granted with at birth. Her first birth, he reminded himself. Her black locks
were tied back into a bun, allowing a few strands to hang loose down her back
and two thick locks framed her face. She wore an oriental dress, similar to the
one he had birthed her in; only this one hugged her form nicely. She was
beautiful, more so than when she lived as a human. He had chosen well.
He cleared his throat, knowing she had already sensed him before he entered the
keep. “I’ve brought you a gift, love.” There was a rush of air around him, and
then the demoness had landed neatly in front of him with such speed he barely
registered it.
“Have you, Kristian?” His name sounded so foreign on her lips, especially with
that accent of hers.
“Yes,” he sat the child down, the spell still cast upon him. “I know you’re in
need to feed so I brought you this to feed from. I know he is small, but they
are always the–what is it?”
She wasn’t listening to him. Her eyes were wide and on the boy before him, as if
entranced by the child. He glanced down at the blank eyed boy, how could he have
done anything to her?
His attention returned to her, watching as she kneeled in front of the little
boy. “Gohan-chan,” she whispered, her hands reaching out to touch the child’s
Gohan-chan? Rice? What did rice have anything to do with this? He had no idea
Japanese women were so affectionate to their foods. Maybe she had been a
housewife for too long.
She snapped out of whatever dream that had taken her away, “You brought me a
child to feed from?” He blinked, but nodded, watching as she once again stood.
“You expect me to kill a child who has barely lived?” Her hand flew back and
forward, roughly meeting his cheek.
He winced and stepped back, his hold on the child ending. She hit him! He stared
in shock, watching as she bent and picked up the now conscious child. By all the
gods, what had he done wrong? He had brought her the brat to feed from and she
attacks him?
He growled then stopped himself. In her former life she had children. He had
paid none of them any mind, couldn’t even remember their names, not that they
were of any importance now.
She held the boy lovingly, stroking his mop of brown locks as he began to weep
for no reason. Children seemed to do that a lot. “I want you to take him back to
his mother,” she stated, her tone as icy as the hard glare she gave him.
His own features hardened and he growled at her, “The bitch is dead.” His pride
faltered when she didn’t turn away, nor did she even cringe. But, he had the
good grace to step back when she advanced.
“Kissma,” she cursed in her native tongue, her dark eyes full of hate.
“Monster,” she cursed him again, stinging his black heart. Her feature twisted
as she forced a smile, looking down at the boy in her arms. “We’ll have to take
care of him then.”
He started to protest, but the words froze on his tongue at the glare he got. He
could only nod. “I would like to speak with him, you are only scaring him. If
you wish to be a monster, Kristian, go out in the woods and be a monster.”
He nodded, turning back to the doubled doors. He glanced back at her, but found
any argument wash away at the sudden shame he felt. He pushed a door open and
stepped out, softly cursing himself for the crime that he committed, the thought
that he had been committing the very same crime for the last thousand years
never entering his mind. (Yes, it was supposed to be a joke and it turned corny
on me)

He landed outside of what seemed to be a castle, the land around him totally
unfamiliar to him. He heard a light ‘thud’ behind him and assumed it to be
Vejiita, nothing to be concerned about. He moved forward, eyeing the encrusted
stone wearily.
He paused, stretching his senses out to see if he could feel her tiny Ki from
within the fortress. He felt a wisp of someone else, but no one familiar. He
glanced back at the Saiyajin behind him, feeling the tears well up in his eyes.
“She’s not here.”
“The Namekusei-jin said she no longer had Ki,” he reminded him softly. “There’s
someone in there. Look, you might find her there too.” There was a careless
shrug from him and he knew the other was trying to act as if he didn’t care,
like he didn’t want to help.
He only nodded, wiping away the tears. “Hai, hai,” he said softly. “Let’s go,”
he mumbled, receiving a snort in return.
He took to air again, floating just above the palace’s area. The Ki seemed to be
in some sort of main room, but he wasn’t sure. He would have to check it out. He
motioned Vejiita to follow and moved forward. He headed downward, stretching out
his senses in case someone tried to sneak up on either of them.
He noted the window and headed for it, trying to hold back his anticipation. If
she was there, alive, he could take her back home and make sure nothing happened
to her again. All thoughts of training the boy, Uubu, out of his mind, he
attempted to slide the window aside only to find that it wouldn’t budge.
He glanced back at the other Saiyajin and received a shrug, for a moment he
debated simply breaking it until a horde of symbols caught his eye. “Oi,
Vejiita.” He motioned the other over then pointed at the symbols. “What does
that say?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Do I look like a fucking translator?” Eeh
… it was safe to say he was bored. He gave the window another curious look and
tried pulling it up from the bottom; no such luck.
“Maybe I could help you,” a third voice came from behind him. “The words read
Lasombra Fifth Generation… ” There was a soft snarl, ” …humans beware.”
Goku glanced at Vejiita; a smirk reaching his lips as he then turned to the man
behind them. “Oi, Vejiita, you think it’s a good thing we’re not humans?”

Chapter 4

He smirked at the man hovering before them; the fool thought them humans. He
grinned; well it was time to prove him wrong. He glanced towards the Saiyajin
next to him, willing to allow him take the lead. It was his mate they were
“Where is she?”
“She is not of any of your concern at the moment. You should be more worried
about me,” he snarled.
Vejiita’s smirk widened ever so slightly; this man was more than a fool! He
glanced to the Saiyajin beside him, “I suppose you will have to beat the
information from him.” The other’s features twisted into a vicious grin and he
moved into a stance, preparing to launch himself at his enemy.

He watched with disinterest as Chi-Chi’s former mate came blasting at him, he
dodged to one side easily. Only, then came the shock when he felt the man’s knee
slam into his gut. He had moved without him noticing. “Now,” the other hissed,
“tell me where she is!”
He wheezed for breath; how had he done that? He glared up at the human holding
him. “Never!”
“Kakarrot!” the shorter human called to his companion. The one’s attention
diverted to him for merely a moment. “Let me handle this baka,” there was clear
amusement in his voice. “You go find your woman.”
The one holding him slammed his elbow into his shoulder, making him wince as the
muscles clenched and bruised under the pressure. He was then pushed away as, who
he had gathered was named Kakarrot, blasted towards the castle again, an aura of
some sort surrounding him.
He started forward to stop him, “She’s not yours any–” but as much as it
angered him, the shorter man came into his way. He snarled angrily, these
creatures were stronger than they were supposed to be. “Out of my way, Human!”
“Human?” The other man wondered, his dark eyes lighting up with a wicked gleam
of aqua. There was a soft chuckle from him as golden flames uplifted from his
feet, surrounding him in an unholy glow as his dark upswept hair turned blond.
“I’m no human,” he chuckled darkly.
Kristian stood, astounded to say the least. “Then if you aren’t Human,” he
hissed, baring his fangs as he slid backwards a bit. “What are you?”
“I am Vejiita, Prince of the Saiyajin,” he glared up at him for only a moment
before flickering out of sight. Saiyajin? Dear Gods, what has he gotten himself

He grinned, seeing the fear the man’s eyes. Oh, this wouldn’t be much of a match
up, but it would at least be some fun. He charged forward, his fists connecting
with the others mid section easily. The fool didn’t even dodge! This was a
waste, he could tell that already.
He hit him again, sending him shooting towards the ground. Couldn’t Chikyu
produce better fiends? This was ridiculous! He watched idly as the other man
struggled to his feet. With a snort, he powered down. “What a waste of my time.
You humans are more pathetic then I first thought.”
There was a growl from the fallen figure. “I’m not human!”
Vejiita blinked; how odd he felt. He slowly started to power down, hair and eyes
once more turning black.
Come to me, it whispered. Come.
He touched down, features blank as he slowly moved towards the growling man.

“He has Vejiita,” Piccolo stated absently. He glanced back at the blue haired
woman only to meet her glare. “Nani?”
“Take me down there! Now!”
He blinked; wasn’t she supposed to fear him?

He perched on the windowsill, trying to figure out how to open it. Then
dismissing it by just breaking it open.
He heard a soft screech from inside and quickly burst into the room, his heart
clenching at the thoughts of finding his Chi-Chi. But, he stopped, seeing the
young boy huddled back behind a throne like chair, shivering with fear. He
sighed, pushing himself off the windowsill, flipping gracefully to land on his
The boy only screeched again, trying his best to hide behind the chair. “Oi,” he
started. “What’s wrong? I’m not going to hurt you.” He started forward, watching
the boy curiously as his blue eyes widened. “Nani? I just want to ask–” he
froze, feeling a slender arm move around his shoulders as cool fingers encircled
his neck.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded in a hushed voice.
He scowled, grabbing her arm in a firm grip. “That’s none of your concern.” With
a growl, he slung her away from him and slid into a fighting stance. “Come on!”
She got to her knees; that mop of black hair covering her face. “Run, boy,” he
heard her whisper, that voice was so familiar. He just couldn’t pinpoint it
until–she turned to face him. Dark eyes filled with hate as she hissed, “I’ll
kill you for this!”

Chapter 5

She growled at him, those inhuman canines bared as she tried to ward him off.
What happened to her? He reached out his senses to feel her, but there was
nothing. Her features were pale; her usual black eyes were red with her anger.
Was this his Chi-chi?
“Chi-chi …?” he spoke aloud, as if doubting the creature before him as his
She spit and stood; the little boy huddled behind her for protection. “Who are
you?” she demanded, coldness dripping from her voice. Her manner was far from
the one she normally used when she yelled at him.
He blinked at her, taking a step forward as if not believing what she asked. “Nani?”
“Who are you?!”
He winced, such hatred. “Chichi, I’m Goku,” he moved forward as he spoke. “I’m
your husband.”
“Liar!” The man that took her from him started, bursting through the large
doubled doors across the room. The man snarled like the beast he was. “You’re a
fool to think she would still want you.”
He turned to glare at the mere man that took his wife, “I’ll send you to hell
for this.”

He growled, turning to the fool behind him. “Kill him,” he hissed at the
supposed ‘non-human’ beast. There was a curt nod from the creature behind him as
it blasted off, jetting forward into the keep. That human would pay for this, he
should have killed the lot of them from the beginning!
He watched at the two connected, and felt the uneasiness he had before. They
were stronger than him, he grimaced. It was a miracle that he had gotten the
shorter one under control. How long it would last? There was no telling.
“Chi-chi!” He had to get her out of here while the others battled. It seemed to
take her forever to take her eyes from the other two males. He had to call her
name again until she finally looked at him. “Come! Now! We must flee!”
She gave a short nod, picking up the brat he had brought for her. She hurried
over to him, her eyes still on the match as if she were amazed that someone
would be fighting for her. He grabbed her hand and started for the door, but
paused when a little lavender hair woman and a rather large green fellow blocked
their path. “Out of the way, woman!” he hissed.
She shook her head, hands moving to her hips. “You’ve caused enough trouble, for
us,” her voice was business like, even with the Japanese accent. “It ends here.
It ends now.”
He cackled, moving towards the little vixen until the green creature blocked his
path. “And just, pray-tell, how do you plan to stop me? Hmm, vixen?”
A small smirk crossed her cherry lips, “By telling you it’s a quarter until
sunrise.” She took up next to the green creature, “And your exit is blocked by a
very powerful being; someone I know you couldn’t beat if your life depended on
She chuckled, “And, surprisingly enough, it does.”

He couldn’t help but smirk, flashing his fangs at the two vampires. She was
being overconfident, but if this man couldn’t defeat her little Veji-chan, then
maybe she did have a point. He moved into a threatening offensive stance, talons
flexed and fangs bared as he awaited the man to retaliate.
There was a soft hiss from him, “What do you want?”
“My husband,” Bulma stated, leaning against him in such a casual way. “You have
him under some sort of spell. Drop it!” She did know what she wanted, but he
watched as the man waved a hand as if to swat away a fly.
“It’s done, now let us by!”
“Did I say I was finished with demands?” she wondered aloud. He was really
beginning to see why the little Saiyajin prince liked her so much. She was so
much like him it was almost scary.

He stopped and looked at Kakarott curiously. “What the hell are you doing?” He
blocked the oncoming punch. “I thought we were here for your woman, not a spar.”
Funny, he didn’t remember starting a sparring match with Kakarott. Last thing he
remembered was beating the hell at of that man.
“You started it,” Kakarott scowled. “And you were with him.” He jerked a thumb
down behind him. “So don’t ask me what I’m doing!”
He blinked, turning to look over his companion. Seeing that while they had been
fighting his mate and Piccolo had shown up. “Bulma’s here,” he stated under his
“I think we underestimated this guy, Chi-chi doesn’t even know who I am.” A
depressive hint was on the edge of his voice. “I think he did something to you,
That got his attention, “What do you mean?”
“You came in with him and attacked on his order.”
What the hell? He snorted and slowly fell towards the ground, coming to a
screeching halt just before reaching the floor.
“What’s going on here?”

They landed behind them, making any thoughts of escape impossible. The man who
claimed to be her husband took a step forward, getting so close that she could
feel the heat radiating off of him. The boy she held clung to her, whimpering
soft pleas for the squabble to cease. She patted the back of his neck, but
glared at the woman before them.
“Why are you doing this? We’ve done nothing to you!”
“Chi-chi,” she turned those blue eyes to her. The woman was so familiar, yet,
she couldn’t place a name with her though, nor could she remember where she knew
her from. She carefully moved around the Namekuseijin–how did she know what he
was?–and took a few cautious steps forward. “We’re here because you’re
important to us. This man’s taken you from your family! How can you stand by him
and allow him to keep you from your sons?”
She growled; how could this woman assume such? She could feel her features
contort in anger, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She moved closer to
Kristain’s side, “Let us be. We’ve done nothing to you.”

A smirk crossed his lips as he watched the two women talk. “We’ve done nothing
to you.” Her comment was so ironic. Oh, what a spell we weave, he smirked at the
green creature. We haven’t done anything to you yet, he mouthed; yet. The
creature bared its fangs, and hissed to the lavender haired woman. “Bulma, don’t
get too close.” Oh, the creature does speak! It smirked, “Don’t want you to get
caught in what might happen next.”
He smirked, looking to the woman. Bulma? What an odd name, but her name didn’t
matter. He could use another woman around, he grinned at her, purposely exposing
those long canines. She met his gaze with a disdainful look, yet did as the
creature behind her said, taking a few steps back. It matters not how far away
you go, woman, you will be enslaved just as your companion is.
It seemed it was her turn to smirk as she checked the little watch on her wrist.
“Oh dear, it seems it’s nearly five.” Wretch! Bitch! “What will you do?”
He glared at her, wishing he had the power to burn holes into her form now.
“Allow us to take our leave,” he growled. “I did as you asked!”
“Free her,” she stated.
“I hold nothing over her!” Ah, a lie, but I worked hard to bring her here, I’m
not about to let her go. The woman shook her head, wisely taking refugee back
behind the green creature. And it got his attention, the shadow that they left;
a perfect escape.
Chichi, he looked at her, whispering softly to her. We can escape, to the
catacombs. She gave him a slight nod and took his hand, squeezing it lightly.
Let’s go then, it was weak, but she was still learning. She leaned against him,
and he pulled her as he bolted towards the fleeing shadows. There was a gruff
warning from the green creature, but, he smirked as the darkness surrounded
them, it was a bit too late for that.

She sighed, turning to glare at her husband. “You messed up.”
He blinked, then scowled, “I messed up? Woman, what the hell are you doing
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. “Because you messed up! You
let your guard down because you underestimated someone who was weaker than you.”
He growled at her, but she ignored it, turning her attention to Goku.
“There’s always tonight.”
He gave her a weak smile in return. “We’ll be more prepared, tonight.”

They sat together on the old oak, silently watching as the sun peeked up over
the horizon. The dark blues and purples running to escape as the reds and
oranges began to take over the sky. “Beautiful,” she mumbled, leaning against
him. She only got a sigh from him, “Gohan-kun?” She looked at him, getting only
a depressed look in return. “Don’t worry,” she kissed his cheek. “She’ll come to
her senses.”
He gave a short nod, an arm moving around her. “I hope so.” Videl gave him a
little smile and turned her attention back to the rising sun. Kami, watch over
her, for Gohan’s sake.

Chapter 6

He curled up in her arms, looking up at her pleadingly as Kristain opened the
casket for her. “Please,” he whimpered as he clung to her. “I don’t want to
leave you.” She cast a small smile to Kristain and shook her head once.
The older man sighed and turned, leaving them as he went to his own resting
place. Carefully, she closed the casket again and sat on it, returning the
child’s constant hug. “What’s your name?” she whispered as she petted his brown
locks; so thick, so soft against her fingers.
He sniffled lightly, wrapping his arms around her neck, “Daniel.”
“Dan… iel.” Another name of the English tongue; it sounded both odd and
beautiful to her. She whispered it again, placing the syllables together. She
smiled softly, “I used to have two little boys like you.”
He looked up at her, curiosity mixing with sleepiness. “What was their names?”
“Gohan,” she said as her smile brightened ever so slightly. “And Goten.”
“They have weird names,” he commented as he yawned. The poor little child had
been left to stay awake all night.
“Saa … ” she giggled softly. “But that’s because we’re different.” The little
boy nodded sleepily, his hold on her loosening lightly. “And they’re my boys,”
she whispered to herself as the little boy started to doze off. She hugged him
lightly; missing her little boys as the actions of the previous nights started
to come back to her. That man was her husband. She felt the tears start to flow
down her cheeks. Carefully, so not to wake Daniel, she moved her fingers over to
test the fresh tears. Blood … her breath caught in her throat. “Goku.”
Oh … Goku … what have I become?

Tired, he crashed into their bed, inhaling her scent still present on the
sheets. His heart convulsed painfully. Chichi …
He curled up on their bed, hugging the sheets and her pillow to him. Tears
started to escape his eyes again, she didn’t know him. She didn’t know him at
all. He choked on a sob; she wanted to kill him.
Oh, Kami. Why did this have to happen to him? Why not someone else?
He buried his face against the sheet in his hands as he heard the door squeak
open. He ignored the presence of his youngest son, although he was just standing
there. Staring in contempt of his father. “She was easy prey,” he grumbled loud
enough for his father to hear. “Because you,” he stated accusingly, “Weren’t
here for her.” He tensed slightly as the door squeaked again, signifying that
his son took his leave.
Was it true…?
Oh Chichi … he has taken her presence for granted for so long. Now that the
comforting feel of her hands petting his hair was gone. What would he do if
couldn’t get her back? He gulped down his fear, what if she didn’t want to come
back? He sat up, pushing those thoughts aside. She would, she had to. She loved
her family too much to leave them like this.

A broad yawn broke through her, she was so tired. A soft growl soon followed the
yawn cause a whimper to come from the little boy she held. She was so hungry,
too. She got up ever so slowly, so not to wake the sleeping child in her arms.
Her fingers raked through the boy’s hair as she pushed the lid of the coffin
down. Holding him closely, she slowly lowered herself down into the oak death
box. It was so eerie; she suddenly saw why he was do scared to get in it.
Sinking back slowly, she looked at the red velvet lining that bedded the coffin.
Is this what she would be sleeping in for the rest of her life? Fear rose up
into her throat, she hoped to dear Kami not.
The boy shifted slightly, but did not wake. Allowing a small sigh of relief, she
pressed back into the oddly comforting cushions and closed her eyes. She could
feel his breath against her neck; she could hear each beat of his heart. She
could feel the blood coursing through his veins. It took all her will
power, and training she has as a child, to will herself to sleep. She couldn’t
allow herself to feed on the helpless. It was beyond her honor. And this boy was
now hers, as if she herself had given birth to him.
Darkness surrounded her and she surrendered to the blissful slumber. Or, one
should say, what she hoped to be blissful.
(this part is a dream, incase it isn’t obvious)
She watched helplessly as the dark red water flooded around her form; the mess
clung to her skin, soaked her hair and her clothing. She cried out and tried to
stay surfaced in the murky water, yet it seemed impossible. She kicked her feet
and flailed her arms, but she still sunk slowly into it. Panic rose trough her,
causing what seemed to be useless screams of help to erupt from her. It flowed
into her mouth; her screams turned into helpless gurgles for air as the water
swallowed her.
She closed her eyes, preparing for death. Her lungs ached for air; her heart
ached with every beat. Was this how she was supposed to die? Had Kami condemned
her to hell so soon? She shivered with fear as the tears started to flow down
her cheeks. Her heart jumped as she opened her eyes, instead of being surround
by the murky death she was surrounded by darkness, endless black. She gasped for
air, filling her aching lungs with what it so desired. What had happened? Had
she died? But, she was breathing now, certainly she couldn’t be dead now. Her
knees touched what seemed to be the surface of black and she knelt against it,
sobbing silently. What was happening to her?
“It’s just your subconscious,” the soft cheery voice of a child interrupted her
trail of though. Slowly she turned to face the small light in the neverending
darkness only to meet the childlike features of her husband.
He gave her his innocent little smile as he looked up at her, “I said it was
your subconscious, what you use when you dream. The whole vision of you drowning
in the river was a part of your subconscious.”
“G-Goku…?” He nodded, his mop of spikes only slightly shifting with the
movement. “W-why are you here?”
“Because,” he started smiling at her. “I’m your vision of purity and innocence.
I’m your guardian angel.” His smile grow a fond hint to it as he took her wrist
with his tail, bringing it up so that she could feel his small plump little
cheek. “I’m real, Chichi-san. As real as a dream may be.”
“Why am I having such a dream?”
“Kami felt that this is where you should decide where your heart is …” his
voice grew soft as he looked down. “You have been seduced by a demon, hence you
have been turned into one …” He looked up at her sadly, “Although the creature
that you have become is evil, Chichi-san, your heart is still pure from any
evil. I’m here to tell you that you have hope from escaping that,” one of his
hands rose to gesture to some force behind her. She turned and gasped in
surprise as the darkness spread to give her the view of the evil that had
molested her humanity (I don’t mean that in any sort of hentai way, I mean it
the same as corruption, just molested sounded better to me). “That is the demon
that has seduced you,” Goku’s voiced aided her as the dark view of Kristian met
her gaze. He grinned sinisterly at her, his pearly fangs showing in all their
dangerous glory. “He’s one of the monsters that haunts the child’s dreams.”
“The child’s…?” she asked quietly.
“The boy, the one you saved from the possibility of being killed by him. The one
that lies in your arms.” As he spoke of him, the boy seemed to suddenly appear
in her arms, snuggled closely to her breast. He whimpered softly, the thought of
the nightmares she was having like a mere moment of discomfort. “He is your
chance to regain humanity, he has helped you escape the demon’s spell. He is
your chance to reach those you love…..” he trailed off, looking down sadly.
“And to reach those that love you.”
She looked at him in wonderment; he seemed to be the child that she had first
met. Or he looked like it. Yet, the way he spoke, the emotions he showed towards
her. He was the Goku she had always wished for. One that was aware of the
feelings she had for him, “How do I do it?” She questioned, “How do I get my
humanity back? How do I get back to you….?”
He smiled at her, that silly grin he used to show her. “He’ll show you. You must
trust him and protect him.” His expression changed, “I have to warn you
thought… Kristian is evil. He will kill you if he finds that you have fallen
from his spell.”
“What do I do…?”
“As he pleases….” Goku paused then frowned, moving past the sleeping child so
that she could feel his hand over her heart. “Just remember … this is mine.
This is the only pure thing he can’t corrupt. And don’t let him have it,
She smiled at him and spoke softly in return, “I won’t, Goku-chan.”
“Then wake to the new night,” his face and light slowly faded from her view.
The darkness once again surrounded her as her vision of Kristian approached,
that sinister grin still present amongst his handsome features. “Yes,” his voice
hissed in her ears. “Awake, pet.” His hand caught her chin, making her look up
to him as he whispered, “Awake…” His face neared her, going slowly until his
lips met hers. She flinched with fear, yet didn’t break away as his darkness
surrounded her.
Trust him and protect him…. He is your chance to regain humanity…..

Her eyes slowly opened, her head still swam with the thoughts of her dream. She
looked up to meet the pair of blue eyes that was gazing down at her; he was the
key to her humanity. Maybe she should be thanking her motherly instincts; she
offered him a small smile. “You’re awake,” she stated. She received a curt nod
of his head, his brown hair shifting as he nodded.
“The big scary man said that if you ever got hungry and, as you were already to
attached to your pet, that in the cooking quarters of the castle there is some
iced food. He said it wasn’t fresh but you could still survive off of it.” The
little boy looked down, not knowing what anything he said meant.
“Where did he go?” she asked curious all of a sudden.
“He said something about getting real food,” he whimpered softly and hugged her.
“He scared me!” She smiled slightly and patted his back, she could wait. Her
first concern for the moment was the little boy in her arms. As long as Kristian
was away, the better things would be.

He floated above the compound, eyeing each building curiously. That lovely
maiden was here somewhere, but where she was her short little monster was to
follow. He sighed; maybe he should focus on the little bastard. His life force
(or ki as many call it) was stronger than the woman’s was. It had been hard to
influence the beast but there was still a chance he could. Slowly he lowered
himself towards one of the domed buildings; perhaps this was the living
quarters. The smell of humans invaded his senses, humans and something else.
Saiyans…? Perhaps… Hmm … he lowered himself down on one of the balconies,
this one seeming the only one closest to ‘his highness.’ He chuckled lightly at
his own little joke and peeked into the room. The curtains where open, leaving a
perfect view of those present in there. An eyebrow rose as the moon’s light
outlined the feminine curves as her back arched. The soft moans of the woman’s
voice filled his sensitive ears. Were they making love? So early in the night?
He snorted, shamelessly watching the actions between the two lovers; the young
had no class. He sighed; he would sit and wait for the lovers to get lost in
ecstasy and loose consciousness. He would wait and take her when the time was
right, he chuckled darkly.

Chapter 7

She snuggled closer to him as slumber took her away from him. He had worn her
out again, seeing it fit to keep her busy so that the thoughts of her female
companion didn’t plague her, or him for that matter. The idea of that weak
creature getting into his mind and making him do as he wished was sickening.
Killing it would not do his pride any justice. Simply allowing the beast to live
in fear was not making him feel any better either. Anger surged through him,
while the beast had threatened him he still couldn’t take the pleasure of
killing it away from Kakarott. It had his mate, he glanced down at Bulma’s
sleeping features. Had it been his … this world would be in pieces. It was
amazing that Kakarott had kept his sanity, or what was left of it.
His eyes closed, sleep tugging at his senses. He was fortunate. A yawn broke
through him, fortunate indeed.

At last, he growled. Slipping the window open, it was about damn time they got
finished. No taste indeed, these young went on for hours it seemed. He glanced
towards the sky, he had three hours before dawn. He could have done so much if
he just went in there from the start. Damn the young, he mentally grumbled as he
slipped into the now quiet bedroom. The lights were dimmed, he huffed softly as
he relied on his nocturnal senses to get past the various furniture that chose
to step in his way. He floated over the floor, not sure if the male would wake,
or if the female would for that matter. It was best to take all precautions.
He slipped over to ‘her side’ of the bed, glaring at the male. He was going to
make this difficult, the way he had his arms around her. He sighed softly and
tried to keep his temper. The hunger was getting to him, he could smell the
blood flowing through the both of them. Being so close, yet, it seemed so far.
Slowly, he snaked his bony digits around Vejiita’s wrist; carefully and slowly
lifting the dead weight arm off of the woman. He froze for a moment when the
male stirred, tightening his grip around his woman with the arm that was still
around her. He stifled a growl and shot a dark glare up at the heavens. You
weren’t going to try and stop me from having what I wanted were you? There is no
chance! I will get this vixen! At that thought he placed the arm in his grip
aside and carefully started to work the other from around her. The vixen in
question shifted and whimpered softly in protest as he attempted to free her
from the grip of her male. “Damn you,” he cursed softly as the offending arm
refused to budge. “Let go,” he growled.
Something caught his arm as he attempted to free what he desired so much. “And
what,” a dark voice caught his attention. “Do you intend to do to make me let
go?” He looked to meet the dark gaze of the offending male. There was a soft
growl that escaped him as he tightened his hold on his woman, causing her to
whimper softly. “Your ass is mine!”

She shivered at the icy touch and snuggled closer into the warmth Vejiita
provided. His arm seemed to tighten around her, as if sensing her sudden chill.
Sighing softly, she rested her cheek against his chest listening to the steady
beat of his heart, the light rise and fall of his chest, the soft rumble of his
stomach. He always seemed to get hungry after they made love, he just didn’t
seem to bother with it. A soft curse reached her ears through the haze of
slumber, yet she decided to ignore it, too tired to care or think of what it
might be. A dark growl erupted from her husband as he answered the curse and
painfully tightened his hold on her. She whimpered in protest, opening her eyes
to see what had caused the disturbance.
“Your ass is mine!” Vejiita growled at the ghostly intruder. It took her only a
moment to gather who, or what, it was. The same monster that had taken Chichi
from Son-kun had returned, and it seemed for her. Fear, anger, and disgust rose
in her throat as she glared into the pale green eyes that were now focused on
her. Vejiita’s grip didn’t let up and she was glad, suddenly, that it didn’t.
“Bastard!” the creature cursed aloud, raising a clawed hand to strike. Her eyes
widened slightly, as it bared its fangs in anger and soon its hand fell to
strike. The force of air whizzed by her ear, making her jump slightly in fear of
being struck. She felt Vejiita’s power spring to life even as he held her. The
creature’s clawed fist had struck him, and to any other human it would look as
if it were a fatal shot. But, she knew better when she saw the devilish smirk
curl across Vejiita’s lips. “I hope,” his voice seemed to purr dangerously.
“Your ready to die.”

Goku shot up from his bed, the blanket he had been holding tangled around him.
Much to his distress, he had been pulled from the most wonderful dream he could
ever remember having. She had been here, wrapped around him crying out her love
for him. He could feel the ache in his lower anatomy seemed to remind him of
her. Of her disappearance. Of her death. Of her rebirth into darkness.
He whimpered softly, flopping back against the bed, even as the mattress made
squeaked in protest of his weight. He missed her. He missed her so much. What he
would give to just hear her fuss at him for taking Gohan, or even Goten, away
for training. He felt his pain start to weld up within him once again, even as
the tears trickled down his cheeks. She was gone, he wound his arms around
himself; and she hated him. Oh, Kami, he started to sob again.
Suddenly, he felt a power rising to unbelievable heights. He shot up again,
stretching out his senses to find out just who it was. Vejiita! But, wasn’t it
too late for training? He glanced towards the window, searching for that human’s
barely notice able ki. Bulma … she seemed to be distressed. That monster must
be there!
He placed two fingers to his brow and scowled as he focused on her ki. He would
destroy him now, and he would get his wife back. He could feel his blood start
to boil as he vanished from his bedroom.
The bedroom door crept open, a mop of black hair peeked in; dark eyes narrowing
as the teen felt the powers rising. He would get his mother back before that
monster could do anything else.

He roared as he started to gain his power, his fingers digging into the icy
flesh of the beast. It jerked back and a scream seemed to tear through it in
response. “Let! Go!” It demanded as it tried to pull its arm from his grip. Not
just yet, he thought grinning devilishly. Not yet. He tightened his hold on
Bulma, even as she whimpered in a soft protest. It wanted her, well it was about
to get more than it bargained for. “Let go, damn you!”
The fires of his rage started up around him and Bulma as he allowed himself to
go to the first level, his up swept hair blazed blonde as those obsidian orbs
went emerald. He allowed himself to be a beacon for the other full blooded
Saiyajin to take note of it. He would hold him until the other came. That was
his only choice at the moment.
Kakarott’s power blazed to life as he seemed to melt from the shadows just
behind the monster he held in his clutches. He could only grin devilishly at the
creature as the other slammed his fist into its back. It howled in pain and
started to trash more violently in his grip. “I won’t allow you to escape so
easily this time,” he murmured as he loosened his hold on his whimpering mate.
She struggled back and out of the way; good, now it was less likely that she
would be injured in this little ‘spat.’
He returned his attention back to the monster that Kakarott had jammed his fists
into. He stared in an almost awe as the once gentle over powered man turned into
a savage monster. He shot a glance back at his woman that sat cowering just at
the edge of her bed, he could see why Kakarott would turn from the simple minded
fool into a raging beast.
He released the icy limb he had be holding and allowed Kakarott the pleasure of
ripping it from him. This was a sight, amazing and horrifying to any being.
“Now,” Kakarott’s voice had been on an edge, as if he was ready to explode with
rage. “Where is she?”
There was a soft choke, and he noticed the blood seeping from the creatures
lips. “Wh-what?” it crooked then shrieked in pain as Kakarott stabbed his elbow
into it’s back. “FOOL!” the curse ripped through it as it started to trash
again. “You know exactly where she is!”
“Iie,” Vejiita broke in receiving an irate snarl from the creature. “Tell us
exactly,” he smirked at it dangerously. “And you might live.”
“The castle, you fool! We never left there! She’s probably in the catacombs! I
swear it,” it barked struggling as it spoke. “Let me go!” It started to pant, as
if it was aware of its on coming doom. Pain, fear, and something he couldn’t
quite identify was churning over his features. “Please,” pathetic! It was going
to beg now! It must have sensed it’s on coming doom, “I’ll take you there! Just
let me go!”
There was a soft gasp from his mate, as if she just now realized what was
happening. He glanced back at her, to see what she was making the noise about.
“Son-kun! The sun!” She pointed towards the open window franticly.

The light crept in through the open window as if it were searching for him, he
let out a soft shriek and attempted to use the giant beast behind him as a
shield from hellish heat. “Please,” he started to struggle franticly against his
captor. “Let go!”
There was a short growl from the male infront of him, “Kakarott! Don’t be
foolish! Kill it now!”
Fear road up his spine, making him shudder in terror. Throughout all his years
he had never been threatened like this, not by mere humans! I am Vejiita,
Prince of the Saiyajin!
He hissed softly at his own idiocy, they had told
him this and he paid it no mind at all. If he died now it was his own fault. “Kakarott!”
he growled, getting both monsters attention in a snap. “If you want the woman,
you can’t kill me. You kill me and you will never find her,” he grinned to
himself, hoping to any god listening that the bastard would buy it.
“Son-kun,” the vixen started again, he eyed her for a moment. How many names did
this fool have? “He’s right,” he felt his pride swell, even the cocky beauty
bought it. “Let him take you to Chichi,” she murmured softly. “Then kill him
slowly.” He blanched softly as he turned his attention to the deadly smirk that
decorated her beautiful face. “Let the sun have him,” she spoke arrogantly, as
if she were the queen of these two.
“Hai,” the male holding him answered. “I’ll get him to the castle and I’ll be
back with Chichi.” Before he could even interject he felt power surround him, it
was almost as if he were being burned alive. Then he saw the two before him
vanish from his line of sight.
How in all the hells had he managed to choose a ‘Saiyajin’s’ wife?

He stood silent at the window sill, listening to the onslaught of words and the
struggle. He felt his father’s ki vanish from the Capsule Corporation grounds.
He blasted off, stretching out his senses as he strained to feel his father out.
He would be there, he would help his mother!



The gift that Vegeta gave Bulma for her birthday

bvBy: Lisa Starr
Bulma Briefs sat looking at the picture that sat on her desk. It was a happy picture. A picture as ancient as she was becoming. Today was her thirty-sixth birthday. She was an optimistic woman at heart, but today she could not find too much to be positive about. Had it really been twenty years since she had first met Goku?
The thought of her best friend brought a smile to her face. He had not changed one bit in all the years she had called herself his friend. Through it all, marriage, fatherhood, adversity, even death, he had remained the same. The boy grown into a man, not once losing that boyish optimism and sense of wonder that so many lost as they aged.
She hadn’t actually spoken to Goku much since the horrible nightmare of Buu had been ended. She cringed inwardly, reliving the moment of Goku telling her Vegeta was dead. In her heart she had known, but to have it confirmed by his words had been almost more then she could take. She would have done anything in that one moment to kill Buu herself. Of course in the end things had been resolved and Vegeta had been returned to the living with a second chance, but she could still feel that moment as if it was happening all over again, the emotions still raw, the pain still vivid.
Vegeta. She had not seen him all day. He had been gone when she had woken up. No ‘Happy Birthday Bulma’, no nothing. Just an empty bed. No real surprise. Vegeta remained remarkably consistent in a world filled with absolutely no constants. She should just be grateful to count him among one of the living. She was absolutely grateful. Dende knew that she was selfishly grateful that that pain in the ass man was still with her. Fortune had smiled on her once again.
He had definitely come back different. The past year with him since Buu had been destroyed had been different. He most assuredly wasn’t the Vegeta of old, though he still wouldn’t show any affection to her or Trunks in public. At home, though, when it was just the two of them, well things were definitely different. It wasn’t what he said so much as what he showed. Simple touches, caresses, the most intense lovemaking she had ever experienced. From him, all these little things spoke volumes. He had forged a connection with her that could only come from time together. Understanding, acceptance, love. She could see his gratitude shining in his eyes. The wordless thanks for her acceptance and forgiveness. He returned it to her fully. She could finally look in his eyes and feel cherished. Even when they were arguing and he was pushing all her buttons in only the way he knew how. She supposed something good had come from Buu’s existence after all.
She sighed and pushed away from her desk. It was already after three. She wanted to take the rest of the day off. Maybe Vegeta would be home.
She sped home in her new, red convertable capsule car. A birthday gift to herself. One of the perks of being designer/inventor and CEO of her fathers massive company. She was greeted by Trunks the minute she got home.
“Mom, I can’t find my other controller to my playstation. How are Goten and I suppossed to play it tonight?”
She cringed at his whiny tone, but decided not to comment on it now. She needed some peace.
“How should I know Trunks? Do you think I play it at night after your in bed then hide the controllers for fun?”
“Probably,” he retorted.
She rolled her eyes. She just loved dealing with eight year olds.
“That’s your mom, the closet playstation freak. Really Trunks.”
“Well, dad probably would.”
“I’m not your dad. Where was the last place you had it?”
“In my room.”
“Have you looked there?”
That meant no.
“Why don’t you go and look again. Look under your bed this time. Its bound to be in there somewhere.”
“Alright mom. Can i go over to Goten’s after I find it?”
“Sure kid.”
She watched him run off to his room. She made her own escape to her bedroom, before he could come back with another assault. Not that she was trying to avoid her son, she just needed some personal time.
A look in her room showed no Vegeta. She stripped off her work clothes and padded into the bathroom. Off came the bra and jewelry leaving her standing in only her underwear, facing the mirror.
Not too bad Bulma. Breasts still up there, no real wrinkles to speak of. I look a little more mature. She ran her fingers through her hair. She had let it grow out to her shoulders. It still looked shiny and bright. Maybe being thirty-six wasn’t so bad after all.
She went back to her closet, looking for some shorts and a t-shirt to pull on. She crawwled around looking for the raggedy pair of jean shorts she so loved to wear. Digging through her clothes she was oblivious to the presence behind her.
Vegeta smirked at the oppurtunity his timely arrival had afforded him. There in front of him, on her hands and knees, completely unaware of his standing behind her, was his wife. Her lush little ass at just the right angle for him to …
Bulma’s whole body shot into the air with an outraged cry, her head hitting a low shelf. She managed to spin around to smack the offender upside his head only to have her hand caught and her whole body jerked up into the arms of her laughing husband.
“Vegeta!” she shrieked causing him to wince.
“You should no better woman, then to offer up such an irresistable temptation to me.”
“Oh, fine, blame it on me.” She rubbed her bottom gingerly and shot him the meanest lookher blue eyes could muster.
Vegeta could have drowned in those eyes. He pulled her tighter against him, painfully aware of his rapidly growing arousal and her complete state of undress. His hand caressed her perfectly rounded ass.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel better.” He murmured sexily into her ear.
She shivered against him. She could feel his erection against her and it sent a warm little jolt shooting through her own body. She was quickly forgetting her irritation with him. She found it being replaced by an almost unbearable desire to be close to him. To feel him inside her, for him to claim her body as his own, just as she claimed his for herself. This would be the perfect birthday present.
She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, grinding her pelvis against the hard bulge in his pants. The moan it illicited from him thrilled her and moved her to bring him more pleasure. Her hand slid down to the button on his pants and she somehow managed to undo them and slip her hands in to grasp his hard length. He rubbed against her and caught her mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue plumbing the depths of her mouth. She answered him in kind, her hand rubbing his erection slowly.
He growled at her and lifted her up in his arms, carrying her to their bed. His need for her was growing with each passing second. he laid her down on the bed and fell over her, catching himself with his hands. His head dipped down and latched onto her nipple, his tongue drawing lazy swirls around it. She moaned his name. The things he could do to her body. She had never imagined that it could be like this with anyone.
His tongue was everywhere. He left no part of her body untouched. She felt him slide her underwear off of her. His tongue was replaced by his finger sliding into her. She gasped for air as he moved it in and out of her. She managed to reach out and grasp him inher hands again. this time it was his turn to moan as she gave back as good as she got.
He lifted himself up and shrugged off his shirt. the last barrier between them. She lifted herself , bringing her mouth inches away from his.
“I want you now, Vegeta. I want you inside me. I need you.”
Years of having this man in her bed paid off. She knew exactly what to say to excite him, to shatter his impressive self-control.
Vegeta stared into her blue eyes. He was almost ready to come just by looking at the lustful gleam shining in her bright eyes. How could he have ever tried to convince himself that he didn’t love this woman. In the beginning it had been lust and an unwilling obligation in the form of Trunks. It had angered him, her constant presence and belief in him. It had made him feel weak. Slowly though she had wormed her way into his cold heart. Her quiet support, her unending acceptance of the man he was. She had given herself to him in so many different ways. Her body, her mind, her soul. She’d given them all to him, entrusting him with them. What had he done? He had thrown them all back in her face. Had even gone so far as to deny his own son even existed.
He had learned many hard, bitter lessons in his life. He who had accused everyone around him of being weak and cowardly. He who had prided himself on being the strongest warrior in the universe. He who had wanted immortality. He had been the one who was weak and afraid. Afraid of facing what he felt. His own immortality already existed in the face that so remarkably looked like him yet held so much of his mother in him.
He knew with certainty, as he held her gaze, that he would never be the man she deserved. Most of his behavior was simply to ingrained in him to ever be completely washed away, but he knew without a doubt that by some miracle of the universe, she still loved him despite these. She would never fully know how that moved him, because he would never be able to speak the words that would do the feelings justice.
In one swift motion he surged into her. This time, on her birthday that she thought he had forgotten, he would give her the most precious gift he had. Himself completely and fully.
Bulma stared into the piercing, dark eyes that looked down at her, unable to look away. She felt him moving gently and slowly deep inside her. It wasn’t close enough. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to bring him closer. He moaned with her effort and claimed her mouth with a kiss full of raw passion and need. His hands threaded through hers as he began to thrust faster. His eyes never left hers. She saw such emotion in them. It was almost more then she could handle.
She understood then that this was his gift to her. He was sharing himself with her in a way that he knew she would understand and giving her a piece of himself that no one else would ever have. She heard him then saying words that she never thought she would hear him say. He never slowed his pace as he spoke them. He thrust deep with each word.
“You are everything to me, woman.”
She managed to sob a reply, tears spilling down her cheeks as she accepted him and his gift, clinging to him for her life. His pace became frenzied then as he lost what little control he had been clinging to.
“Vegeta..” she moaned as she came in an agonizing burst of sensations as waves of pleasure soared though her.
Vegeta felt her climax and it triggered his own, intense release. He spilled himself inside her, then collapsed on the bed drawing her limp body into his arms.
She laid in his arms in a daze. What had just happened? She smiled crookedly. He’d just told her he loved her, in the most basic way he could. She had never really thought that it could be this good. To desire someone so intensely that even years together didn’t dim it. She loved and wanted him more now then she had ever done the first time they had fallen into each others arms. How utterly amazing that for her birthday he had seen exactly what she needed and desired. She caressed his arm.
“I love you Vegeta.”
He smirked, his face buried against her silken hair. His hand moved down to rest lightly on her abdomen wher he could feel the ki of the new little life they had just created. He had a second chance to do things better. Maybe not perfect, but better.
“Happy Birthday, woman.”



What Do I Have To Do?

~ Scene: After Trunks is carried to Dende, and Vegeta flies off. ~
“Damn Namek thanking me.” Vegeta thought to himself.
“Why am I, Prince of Sayin-jins, caring about this earth?”
You make it hard to breathe.
It’s as if I’m suffocating.
And when you’re next to me
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin.
Vegeta stopped in mid-air.
“SHIMATTA!!” White ki flares to gold, onyx eyes turn into pools of sapphire, as he realized why.
“That baka woman and child.” He thinks back to all the times he insulted her, ignored her.
“Why have I been such a fool? Why?” He shouted to the heavens.
It makes me sad to think
this could all be for nothing.
I wish there was a way…
A way for you to see inside of me.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything.
Tell me…
“The only time I was kind to her is that one night we both were lonely.” He muttered to himself. His thoughts drifted back to that one night of passion.
“And it left her with child. My child. One I turned my back on because I felt I didn’t need her or him.”
“But as Kakarott’s death had made me realize, I need her. I want her in my life.”
What do I have to do…
to make you happy?
What do I have to do…
to make you understand?
What do I have to do…
to make you want me?
And if I can’t make you want me…What do I have to do?
“I want her.” He smirked and looked back to direction Capsule Corp was.  “But does she want me? After all I done to her? SHIMATTA! What if she don’t want me? What if she has found another mate?” He growled at himself.
I know exactly what you’re thinking
but I swear this time I will not let you down.
I’m not as selfish as I used to be.
“I will not allow that!” he snarled. “She is mine. My soul, my mate….” He paused.
“My life?”
That was a part of me that never made me proud.
Right now I think I would try anything…
anything at all to keep you satisfied.
“I must find her!” He roared as he blasted off to Capsule Corp.
God I hope you see
what losing you would do to me.
All I want is one more chance.
Tell me…
He spotted the aquamarine haired angel on the balcony of her bedroom. “Only one way to find out.” He noticed the look of surprise on her face. He smirked.
“Cell…is…gone?” She whispered in shock. Before she could say another word, Vegeta landed softly on her balcony.
What do I have to do…
to make you happy?
What do I have to do…
to make you understand?
“Woman. You are mine. You invade my thoughts. You belong to me.” he growled. Bulma face turns red with anger.
What do I have to do…
to make you want me?
And if I can’t make you want me
just tell me,
tell me.
“I will be your mate. I will raise my son and you will be at my side.” He continued. Before she could go off on his arrogant behavior, he grabbed her and kissed her passionately, letting his emotions show.
What do I have to do…
to make you happy?
What do I have to do…
to make you understand?
What do I have to do…
to make you love me?
“Do you object?” He managed to get out. She smiled softly. “No, come home Vegeta.”
And if I can’t make you love me
just tell me
what do I have to do
to forget about you?
With that, he sighed in relief and carried her into the house, for a night of making up lost moments.


Dragon Ball – Short History

Dragonball, written by the world-renouned Akira Toriyama, is an epic story of good versus evil, comprised of a complex set of intertwined relationships. The high-speed, on-the-edge-of-your-seat action serves as the focus for those associations coming together in a variety of manners – sometimes as adversaries, sometimes as allies.
dbcover7The story was loosely based on the sixteenth century work of Wu Cheng’en, and was called (in English)
“The Record of A Journey to the West.” In Toriyama’s original work, merely called “Dragonball”, the main character, Son Goku, is a super-strong, little boy who also happens to have a monkey-like prehensile tail attached to his backside.
Having been instructed in the ways of fighting from his adopted grandfather, Son Gohan, he spent his early years living alone in the mountains, fending for himself. One day, a pretty, young girl named Bulma, arrived in the area, and introduced him to a grand adventure – tracking down the seven magical Red-Star Dragonballs, that, when brought together, call forth Shen-Lon the Eternal Dragon, who would then grant the summoner a single wish. After the wish has been granted, the seven Dragonballs scatter until the next time they are brought together.
The rest of the first series, consisting of approx. 100+ episodes, shows little Goku fighting an odd assortment of strange and/or hilarious baddies, making new friends, summoning Shen-Lon, and slowly growing up. The manga for this series is a collection of sixteen tankoubans (graphic novels), and through the course of them, Son Goku would “participate in three martial arts tournaments, encounter and defeat an army bent on taking over the world, and build lasting friendships with the people around him – many of which, surprisingly, were former enemies.”
dbgroup5The second series, “Dragonball Z”, picks up years after the end of  Dragonball”. By now, Son Goku is an adult and married, with a four year old son, named Son Gohan. In the first set of episodes, aptly termed the ‘Saiyan saga’, we uncover the secret of the Son family’s unique tail (which has since been lopped-off on Goku). The information comes in a frightening formŠ One day, a vicious stranger with Sonic-the-Hedgehog-type hair appears at the tropical hangout, the Kame House. His name is Radditz and he’s come to find his long-lost brother, Son Goku. As if that’s not enough of a surprise for him (Goku had always thought he was an orphan), it seems that our beloved hero is also an alien! He originally hails from the planet called Vegeta, and is member of the war-like Saiyan race. Sent as a baby to the Earth to destroy it, he hit his head soon after grandpa Gohan had found him, and as a result, had completely forgotten his mission!
Radditz then goes on to describe his people – ruthless, genocidal maniacs, who enjoy tromping on those weaker. Of course, it helps that they have incredibly high endurance levels and super-strength to do so. Also, with the help of a full moon, they are able to transform into giant were-monkies, called Oozaru, who are unbelievably powerful (but only if you have a tail!). Radditz boasts of the benefits to being the cosmic bullies: the now-emptied worlds can be placed onto the Intergalactic market for sale. Not a bad way to bring home the bacon, eh? However, because of their inattentiveness, the Saiyan race had an “accident” of sorts, and their homeworld was destroyed (we find out later the dastardly plan behind this). According to Toiyama’s original manga and the animated televisions series, of their entire race, only a handful of Saiyans exist still. They are Radditz, the Saiyan Prince, Vegeta, his henchman, Nappa and Goku.*
Giving Goku the typical bad-guy ultimatium – “join me or die” – Radditz kidnaps young Gohan, and gives his brother 24 hours to decide. Refusing to be cowed down, Goku and his friends bravely choose to fightŠ which leads to a host of new issues and problems, and the discovery of a latent power which resides within Goku and his son.
According to one fan: “The coming of the Saiyans set off a 26 book run which pushed the focus off of comedy and into high drama and fighting. Son Goku and his friends were forced time and time again to battle incredibly powerful opponents in order to ensure the safety and peace of their planet. This simple plot would successfully drive the story of DRAGONBALL until its end.”
The second series consists of approx. 300 episodes, and can be broken up into several parts:

  • a) Saiyan Saga (encompassing the beginning of DBZ until the defeat of Vegeta
  • b) Freeza Saga (encompassing the discovery of Freeza until his 1st defeat)
  • c) Android Saga (encompassing the appearance of Future Trunks until the Androids’ defeat)
  • d) Cell Saga (encompassing the appearance of Cell until his defeat)
  • e) Super Saiyanman Saga (encompassing the appearance of adult Son Gohan until he joins up with Videl)
  • f) Majin Buu Saga (encompassing the appearance of Bippity and Boppity until Buu’s defeat)
  • g) Ending Sequences (post-Majin Buu defeat until end)

The final segment of the Dragonball series is “Dragonball GT”. These 60+ episodes are not part of the manga at all, and are entirely a new set of storylines created by the animation companies. Toriyama-sensei was consulted for the character designs, but not the story, and as a result, many die-hard fans don’t consider GT to be a reliable source of information.
The GT stands for “Grand Tour”, and the first part embodies this. In this, Son Goku is accidentally turned back into a child by a wish made upon the
Black-Star Dragonballs. Because of the nature of these new Dragonballs,  they scatter not just throughout the world, but throughout the galaxy. As a
consequence of their usage, if they are not regathered together in one year, the Earth will be destroyed! Bravely, Goku, his granddaughter, Pan (daughter of Son Gohan and Videl), and Trunks (son of Prince Vegeta and Bulma) go on a trip into space to collect the seven Black-Stars and stop the impending disaster. One thing leads to another, and soon, everything is really messed up
The third series can be broken up into three parts:

  • a) Grand Tour Saga (encompassing the beginning of DBGT until the emergence of Super #17)
  • b) Super #17 Saga (encompassing the emergence of Super #17 until his defeat)
  • c) Black-Star Dragons Saga (encompassing the break-out of the 7 Black-Star Dragons from the Dragonballs until the end)
vegeta1 Because of the increasingly difficult business of distributing animation through Syndication, FUNimation withdrew the series and negotiated a deal with The Cartoon Network (at the same time the network negotiated for “Sailor Moon”). The network didn’t want to premiere two new series at the same time so they chose to give “Sailor Moon” the less competitive Summer run and delayed the start of “Dragonball” until August 31, 1998.

The network picked-up a total of 61 episodes some of which have not yet aired. In January or February of 1999 the network plans to air some of the two
and three part episodes as part of a Friday “Toonami Movie” package (which will probably pre-empt “Sailor Moon”). These will include the following:

DBZ – English Language Version

54, 55 & 56 “The Tree of Might”
57, 58 & 59 “The World’s Strongest”
60 & 61 “Dead Zone Vortex”

And like “Sailor Moon,” the network will not pay for any more “Dragonball” episodes to be dubbed but would be happy to show them. (“Save Our Dragonball?”)
The series currently airs weekdays at 5:00pm Eastern & Pacific Standard Times. Consult your local listings.
*Note: From the animated movies, we meet several other Saiyans later on, who aren’t part of the original ‘canon’ of Toriyama, and are entirely made-up plot  devices by Toei/Bandai in an effort to sell more toys and mass-market items. These are: Taurus (Turles in English), Paragas, Broli, and Bardock.
Many thanks to Sherwin “Wuken” Abesamis {} for the quoted remarks!

All characters, names, images, sounds, and music are trademarks of and copyrighted by Akira Toriyama/Bird Studio, Shueisha, TOEI Animation,  FUJI TV, and Nippon Columbia. DRAGON BALL and its related series have been licensed in North America to FUNimation Productions, Viz Communications, Pioneer Entertainment, Bandai of America, and Saban Entertainment.


Dragon Ball GT Bloopers


What are “bloopers?” Well, bloopers are basically plot holes and animation errors. There are quite a few in the hundreds of episodes that make up DragonBall/Z/GT and we are here with this section to document some!

[Unsolved Bloopers]

  • Healing Armor:

In the episode after Frieza spikes Krillin with his horn thing, the hole in his armor magical disappears then, in later shots, the hole is back again!
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  • Mistake On Wishing:

In the Freiza Saga, Dende wishes that everyone that Freiza has killed back to life and to Earth, well what happened to all of the Saiyans that were destroyed on planet Vegeta? Besides, in one episode, you can wish people back after a year and another, less than a year!
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  • Miracle Grow:

Well in one episode (I forget which one), when goku is fighting he gets his hair cut off by a person (I forget) then in the next one, he has it back! So unless he has miracle grow for hair there is no way his hair could have grown that much!
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  • Krillen
    Still Sinking:

When Frieza kills Krillin with his horn, he lands in the sea, sinks, then disappears. Then you can see him sinking again 5 minutes later. I am not sure if this is a blooper but I find it quite weird.
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  • Changing Costumes:

In the episode where Frieza transforms, he and Vegeta are facing off. Vegeta is wearing his black uniform without shoulder pads. Suddenly, in a shot of Vegeta seen over Frieza’s shoulder, he is wearing his blue uniform with pads. When the shot goes back to Vegeta in close-up, his uniform is black again!
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  • Changing Costumes (Again):

During the Freiza Saga, in the episode when Krillin goes to get the password for the dragonballs, Krillin is wearing a dark blue suit under his white  armor, but in one scene his armor is dark blue.
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  • Goku Sizes:

Hasn’t anyone looked back and noticed how much training Goku has been doing for years? After all those years of training, his legs haven’t really changed sizes but his arms get bigger!
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  • Bad Flash Back:

In a flash back of Guldo’s, he remembers a quarrel with Vegeta. This was way before Vegeta went to Earth, but in the flashback, Vegeta didn’t have his tail when he should have.
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  • Magical Fish:

In the episode when it’s Gohan’s birthday, Goku, Krillin, and Gohan go to Goku’s favorite apple tree. Goku just caught a big fish, but he doesn’t bring it
to the tree. Then, when they’re about to go back to their home, Goku is then carrying the fish on his back.
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  • Bad Dream:

(During the Cell Saga) In the time chamber Goku is trying to get Gohan to reach Super Saiyan level. He tells Gohan to picture Cell killing all his friends.
Gohan tells him he has never seen Cell. How come while still in the time chamber, Gohan has a nightmare that Perfect Cell is beating up all his
friends. Goku couldn’t have told Gohan how he looked because Cell became complete after Goku and Gohan went in to the time chamber.
Greg Debbie Quick

  • Dancing Teeth:

When Raditz arrived on earth and showed up on Master Roshi’s Island, Raditz smacked Krillen with his tail and in the one scene he was missing a tooth – but, in the very next scene, you saw that all his teeth were there and also in future drawings.
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  • Fast-Changer:

In the Frieza Saga, when Vegeta or Piccolo (I forget easily) was fighting Frieza, Krillin flies off but just before that he is wearing his red karate suit.
In the next shot he is wearing his armor.
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  • Magic Crater:

In the beginning of DBZ, the farmer sees Raditz’s pod and drives to a huge crater where it landed, but after a close up of the pod opening, the crater is
much smaller!
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  • Driving:

When Goku and Piccolo are learning to drive and Goku challenges Piccolo to a race, Piccolo’s car is red but when he drives after Goku and it shows the back of his car, it’s yellow. Then when it does a close up, it’s red again!
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Jon Beck

  • Thinking of You:

In the episode where Trunks and Cell explain about the timeline they came from, there is this one scene where Trunks thinks of Cell. It’s just a shadow of Cell, but it was definitely the Perfect Cell. If Cell never absorbed the Androids in Trunks’ timeline, how could he have been perfect?
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Haey Young Yoon

  • Breathing in Space:

In the beginning of the Vegeta Saga, Vegeta and Nappa stopped at a planet (Arlia) before they arrive on earth. After a fight, which they won, with the
strongest warriors of this planet, they leave. When they are out of the planet’s atmosphere they got out of their space pods and destroyed the planet. This isn’t possible because Saiyans can’t breathe in outer space!
I saw this in the “Trouble on Arlia” episode of Dragonball Z.
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Ralphies Peelen

  • Imperfect Cell?:

In the Super Android #17 Saga, when Goku is trapped in Hell with Cell and Freeza, Cell’s tail grows out and he tries to absorb Goku. If Cell is perfect, why would he still have a tail to absorb things?
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  • Vegeta Powering:

In Movie #8, when Brolly powers up to his strongest, Vegeta is seen floating overhead in SSJ1 mode, then he is seen landing, and he powers down from SSJ1 to normal, almost right after that he is seen actually touching foot on the ground, and he is in SSJ1 and powers down, despite the fact that he just
did that.
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  • Brolly’s Spacepod:

In the very beginning of Movie #10, when they show Brolly’s thoughts and his recalling of how he was beaten by Goku in movie #8, when the planet is exploding, it shows him escaping in a space pod, despite the fact that the only space pod left on the planet was destroyed by Brolly in movie #8, also, when he is shown in the crater in the beginning of Movie #10, there is no sign anywhere around him of any space pod.
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  • Three Time Lines:

In the Cell Saga, Trunks says that you can change only one reality which means that they can only have two timelines. But in the Dragonball Z series, there are three timelines. The timeline we see as the cartoon goes on from the Cell saga, the timeline of where future Trunks comes from (where he kills
Android #18, #17, and Cell), and there’s the timeline of where Cell comes from (after he kills Trunks). Then I guess the Cell saga is pretty messed up.
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  • Proportions:

I was watching the episode where Trunks killed King Kold and it was the part where Trunks handed his sword over to him. Well, King Kold attacks with
it, Trunks catches it, we all know the story. Well, when Trunks has his sword, it is a normal sword size, but when King Kold holds it, it magically turns twice the size of his head! That’s if the sword was on one of its edges. And the handle just extends (like Goku’s stick) so that Kold can hold it. I don’t know if he holds it with one or two hands, but if it were two, that would just support this observation even further. And Kold could pop Trunk’s head with one hand if he was strong enough. I just don’t get it. Let’s keep proportions in mind when drawing!
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  • 7 = 8:

Before Gohan transforms into Super Saiyan 2, Cell spat out 7 junior cells from his tail. After the Junior Cells beat up their friends and after Andriod #16 got crushed, Gohan transforms into Super Saiyan 2 and starts to kill the Junior Cells one by one. In total, Gohan killed 8 junior cells. How is that possible if Cell only spat out 7 junior cells?
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  • Incorrect Data:

When Bulma and Dr. Briefs are working on Android #16 before the tournament, Bulma says she’s downloaded his memory. On the computer screen it shows pictures of Goku in various scenes. They then show a picture of goku as a Super Saiyan, when they claimed that Dr. Gero did not cover the battles they had encountered in space. So how could they have data on Goku as a Super Saiyan?
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  • Exception:

In the Cell Games, Goku does a combined Kamehameha and a Instant Transmisson. But when he does Instant Transmisson, he doesn’t put his two fingers to his forehead. I’m not sure if he HAS to put the fingers up, but if he doesn’t, then why does he every other time?
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  • I’m Melting!!!:

When Goku does the combined Kamehameha and a Instant Transmisson, he blasts Cell, and his head and arms are missing. But in the next eposide, Cell is missing his whole upper body.
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  • Nameks Don’t Eat Food:

In the Namek Saga, Dende told Gohan that Nameks don’t eat food. All they need for nourishment is water. But in the episode where the Z Fighters are
preparing for the arrival of the androids, Piccolo complains about having to eat fish again. Why should he complain about food if he doesn’t have to
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  • Vegeta’s Hair Dye:

In the episodes where Vegeta is going to Earth, his hair is red. Then, when he is on earth, his hair is suddenly black.
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  • Mood Earrings: 

In an episode of the Buu saga, the Supreme Kai is walking around badly hurt trying to find Gohan. He collapses to the ground. His pink guard/friend finds him and starts to heal him. If you look at his earrings, they turn from blue to yellow a couple of times even though they should be blue.
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  • Yamcha and the Dentist:

During the DragonBall series, Yamcha’s teeth were all messed up, but during the Dragonball Z series his teeth look perfect. Did he get braces?
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[Solved Bloopers]

  • Medicine Shifting:

When Goku was sick at his house with Yamcha and Chi-Chi, his medicine was first liquid then Goku started to scream and Chi-Chi gave Goku the medicine and all of a sudden it was in pill form. Remember in the Trunks Saga when Trunks first gave Goku the medicine, Goku said, “Cool I bet it’s grape flavored.” The medicine was liquid, so how did it magically turn to pills?
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Tommy Alford
They were always pills. – Munch

  • King Vegeta II:

We heard that Vegeta’s father died because Frieza exploded planet Vegeta. That would automatically make Vegeta the King of the Sayins because his father was the King, and we all know that he died when the planet exploded. So that would make the episode, “Bow to the Prince” and others wrong.
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This isn’t a blooper because Vegeta doesn’t want to believe that his father is dead. – Nash Vegeta never got a ceremony to signify that he was king of the Saiyans. So he is still prince. – AllGreg

  • What You Wish For:

Near to the end of the “Frieza Saga” Shen Long grants a wish allowing all those killed by Frieza to return to life. Goku goes Super Saiyan after Frieza kills Krillin. After it’s all over and they’re back on Earth, they have to wish Krillin back with Burunga (planet Namek’s dragon). So why wasn’t Krillin
brought back to life with the first wish? Also the hole in the Saiyan armor is gone.
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Krillin couldn’t be brought back to life because he was already restored to life once. Not too sure in which saga, but I remember them talking about it.
And since they used Shen-long to revive the people killed by Frieza, he wasn’t restored. They had to use Burunga to bring him back since Burunga can bring people back more than once.
– Michael K.

  •  Rogaine:

In one of the episodes after Trunks comes out of the time chamber, his hair is down to about his shoulders. Bulma notices this and offers to give him a haircut.
A little later, Trunks’ hair is back to being short, but then while they are fighting Cell, it’s long again! Does Trunks have a secret supply of Rogaine or something?
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Bulma does give Trunks a hair cut. This is just before they hear about the Cell games and decide to re-enter the time chamber. Trunks goes in again (so do Piccolo and Vegeta), and comes out with long hair because he was in there for almost another year. – B.D.M.
Actually DragonNoah is right. I’ve been watching the shows lately for any mistakes and I saw this one. After Trunks gets his bull cut he goes to Kami’s Tower. There he trains but does not go in the Time and Spirit Room because Vegeta wants to go alone. Before Vegeta was Piccolo. You can only go in
there for four years so Trunks went already. See it goes like this. Trunks and Vegeta went for a year then Goku and Gohan for a year, then Piccolo for a year, then last Vegeta who wanted to go alone. That’s four years. Mr. PoPo explains it all. So that is a real blooper.

– Kamayopwr
DragonNoah and Kamayopwr are wrong. Everyone can go into the Spirit room 48 hours each. And trunks did go in after Vegeta when in it again. – Rick

  • Strength Training:

Remember when Imperfect Cell first faced Piccolo, he was weaker than him? And remember how strong the farmer with the gun was when Raditz came to Earth and the farmer’s power level was 5? When Imperfect Cell faced Piccolo and the Androids on that island he was much stronger than them. That means he had to absorb millions of people to do that, but he only went to small towns, not cities, and Piccolo and Android #17 could not put a scratch on him – it makes no sense.
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The blooper Strength Training is not true. Cell had all the cells of the Z fighters, so that makes him strong, really strong. But the cells were collected when the Z fighters were a lot weaker than they are now. For example, Goku’s cells were collected before he was a Super Saiyan. Therefore Cell needed to get stronger by collecting people’s energy. – Sassy

  • Faulty Inspiration:

The spaceship Goku uses to fly to Planet Namek in was based on the design of a Saiyan space pod, right? Well, that is not possible, due to the fact that all of the Saiyan space pods on earth were destroyed or used. Raditz’s pod was destroyed when Gohan busted out of it to save his father from Raditz, Goku’s pod was destroyed by Piccolo because Gohan saw the full moon projected by it, transforming him into Oozaru. So Piccolo used his “Special Beam Cannon” to destroy it. Vegeta’s pod wasn’t destroyed, he escaped in it, and Nappa’s pod was destroyed when Bulma accidentally made it self destruct.
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Twisted Joe
The space pod was a replicated pod – it was true that there were none on earth, but there was Goku to remember the pods. – Munch

  • Paranoid Android:

When Goku is
sick with heart disease, he has a dream in which Androids #17 and #18 kill his friends and family. But Goku was out before the two Androids were activated – how could he know what they looked like?
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I don’t think that was really a blooper. He probably had a vision. A vision about how strong they were, a vision about his friends getting beaten up, and that’s why I call it a vision, not a blooper. – Samantha VW
In the paranoid android thing, Goku claimed he was able to see them because of his dreams. It was sort of a telepathic connection, and he could see every battle take place while he was sick. Thank you for your time. – Matthew Sycker

  • Juicy Fruit:

During the Frieza saga Vegeta killed Jeice outside of Frieza’s ship but when Trunks first appears, Jeice is one of the people Trunks kills.
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Well, if this were true, I would feel sorry for Jeice’s race. If he was the only one of his kind, that species didn’t last too long. I think that there would be more than one of Jeice’s kind in the universe. – Jeff Pred

  • Time Flaw:

When King Kai and Kami were trying to figure out how to get everyone off the exploding Namek, King Kai says to have Shenlong to wish everyone that Frieza killed back to life. Then Kami says they have to have died with in a year. But when Goku died in the fight against his brother they wished him back after a year passed.
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Xiaowei Sun
More than one person was revived on Namek, that is why it could only be one year. But Goku is able to because he is only one person. – Munch

  • Forgetful DragonBalls:

You know how Cell killed #16, well the dragonballs were supposed to bring back everyone that Cell killed and when the dragonballs brought everyone back to life, they forgot to bring #16 back!
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Since #16 never had a spirit there was nothing to bring back from otherworld. – Lisa

  • Not At 
  • The Same Time:

When Goku and Pikon were fighting they said at the end that Goku won at first, but then Grand Kai says they both lost because they both touched the top of the area at the same time. Then again when they were fighting they showed Goku touch the top of the area first and then they showed Pikon touch the top of the area second. So shouldn’t Pikon have won?
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It does not matter if they touched the ceiling at the same time or not. They were both knocked out by each other’s energy blast. Something like a double K.O. so it was a tie. Sorry but no blooper there. – Maxcell

  • T-Shirt 
  • Fun:

During the Cell Saga Imperfect Cell is blowing up many islands because he’s searching for #18 to become complete. And on one off those islands is a  an with a T-shirt where “The Super Saiyen” is written. How does he know what a Super Saiyen is? Because not any normal guy knows it!
submitted by: Mark from Holland
Most everyone on Earth knows about Super Saiyans. In the Buu saga Babidi broadcast to everyone telepathically, and everyone could see Goku showing Babidi and Buu about Super Saiyan levels (as a distraction for Trunks to get the dragon radar). – LinkToit

  • Seen What?:

In the episode where Cell tries to convince Vegeta to let him get to his perfect form by absorbing Android #18, Trunks keeps refusing to let Cell do it.
Then Vegeta asks Trunks, “Don’t you want to see this power he keeps talking about?” Trunks replies and says “No I have already seen it.” How could have seen it whereas, in Trunks’ time Cell never got to his perfect form?
submitted by: Little Red Man
Trunks is not talking about Cell he’s talking about the Androids he says “I have felt power just like that all of my life.” – Cool Kirk

  • Hat Head:

When Piccolo and Goku learn to drive, Piccolo’s driving instructer drives so fast that Piccolo’s hat flies off. Then, later in the episode, you see Piccolo with his hat back on. Did his hat instantly transmit to Piccolo’s head?
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Piccolo has the ability to produce clothing. Like when he gave Gohan clothes like his. Also, during the Buu Saga, After Gotenks gets beat up after the first time he fuses, Piccolo restores both Goten and Trunks’ clothes. – Staticbaby

  •  Breathing in Space 2:

During the Frieza saga, Frieza blows up Namek in hopes of killing Goku. Frieza says that even if he survives the explosion, he would die because he is in
space, with no air. Also, at the end of the Frieza saga, Goku is Rushing around trying to get off the planet, in a spaceship. But he didn’t need to because Saiyans can breath in Space! When all the remaining saiyans are battling Frieza in that flashback (when Frieza kills King Vegeta), they are in space, breathing fine. And how does Vegeta get from planet to planet when he is training? He flies through space with no worries. So therefore, at the end of the Frieza saga, Goku could have just flown to Earth, or somewhere else. This is a serious plot hole, methinks.
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Toberry 2001
If you look harder, Bardock and the other Saiyans are wearing a helmet connected to an oxygen tank on their backs. And about Vegeta training from planet to planet, he had a Capsule Corp. pod to fly from place to place. – SSJ Jose
Planet Vegeta might have had a bigger atmosphere than normal planets because you could see that Kakarott’s father was still IN the atmosphere. And if you
look closely you see that when Vegeta is training that there is an atmosphere between the 2 planets.
– Kasper
No, he’s right that that’s a blooper. I have the movie and Bardock did not have any eqiupment on. – Maxcell

  • Super Spirit Bomb:

In the episode where Goku creates a spirit bomb against Frieza, how could the spirit bomb have been so strong? All the living things that Goku has
borrowed the energy from could only have been as strong as Goku in the begining of Dragonball Z, if it were put together. Those were just tiny
little insects, frogs, and plants and other stuff.
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Goku gathered the energy not just from Namek but from many other planets as well. And the other planets did have large life forms. Like those funny looking aliens that looked like frogs or something. And there were at least 5 planets. – Nasty Ming

  • Floor It:

During the Cell Saga, Cell created a floor arena to fight in for the cell games. He created the arena in this green grassy-like environment also the floor
arena was next to a mini city. But when it comes to the beginning of Cell’s and Gohan’s brawl, the green-like environment and mini city had disappeared. Only brown/tannish colored earth was shown. The city and green grass could not have been blown away because there were no big
explosions caused before the fight between Gohan and Cell. Since the (loser) earthlings could not produce any energy waves and Goku only aiming
his blasts into the air (not the ground), there is no possible way the grass and mini city could have been destroyed before cell and Gohan’s battle.
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Cell destroyed all the land where he was building his ring. This included the town, the store, and mountains. – Cynthia

  • Cell’s missing Cell(s):

In the Imperfect Cell saga, when they (I forget who exactly does) explain how Cell was created, they said that the same insect-like droid that followed
Goku around since he was a child and studied his and his enemies’ fighting techniques also took cell samples from them. However, the droid did not
follow Goku to Namek, so how did Dr. Gero get Freeza’s cells?
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Dr. Gero got cells from Frieza for Cell when Frieza came to Earth and got beaten by Trunks. Imperfect Cell explains the whole darn thing when he is fighting Piccolo. – Haey Young Yoon

  • Mysterious Death: 

Yamcha was one of Goku’s first enemies that was shown in DragonBall. Goku and Yamcha fought in two episodes, and Goku finally defeated (killed) Yamcha. And now Yamcha still exists and is fighting for the Z warriors. And the episode where it was supposed to show Goku killing Yamcha was never shown. Instead of Yamcha’s death, the episode shows Goku being friends with Yamcha. And the guy that talks about the next episode says that Yamcha is now dead but the next episode just shows Goku and Yamcha become friends.
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About Goku killing Yamcha, he doesn’t. Goku just wounds Yamcha and so Yamcha decides to follow Goku so that he can get all the Dragon Balls. – Mr. Bagel

  • Dead Or Alive:
If Tien never died in the Cell Saga and there had not been a threat to the Z fighters for seven years to come, then why wasn’t Tien in the World Tournament or the Buu Saga?
submitted by: Ron
Krillin said that Tien did not want to come. – Maxcell
Rhetorical Question: In an episode where the Ginyu Force arrived, Guldo was in deep thought and then Recoome said, “Hey, Earth to Guldo.” How would he have know what that meant? submitted by: Beulah Allen
Another English dub mistake, in the original Japanese version of that episode Recoome just tells Guldo to pay attention or something like that. – Taiyo

  • Chi-Chi Pregnancy:

Ok, Goku died when he instantly transported himself and Cell to planet Kai, and he was dead for 7 years. When he gets back, all of a sudden, there was Goten.
Nobody mentioned that Chi-Chi was pregnant before Goku died, so how did she get pregnant?
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Well, if you do some math, Goten is 7 years old, so within about 3 or 4 months BEFORE he leaves to fight Cell, he could have been with Chi-Chi, so it really works out. – Sonoka
No one knew Chi-Chi was pregnant, but she might have not known either, you dont know if you’re pregnant right away. – Anonymous

  • Flying Around:

In some episodes Goku and friends can fly around just fine and then sometimes Goku needs the flying nimbus cloud. I don’t get it, is he just lazy?
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Goku and Gohan ride the nibus because usually 1) they are tired and can’t fly as fast as the nibus cloud, or 2) they don’t feel like wasting energey and want to conserve it for later. – domon Kasshu chix

  • Frieza:

In the Frieza saga, Frieza was talking to Goku when he said, “Your race (saiyan) will go the way of the Dodo.” Not only has Frieza never been to Earth, but i’m sure he didn’t spend any time studying up on Earth’s extinct birds.
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Sorry, but that was just a line from the English dub. In the original Japanese version Frieza never says anything like that. – Taiyo

  • To The  Store And Back:

How is it that in the episode where Goku and Piccolo are getting their drivers’ licenses, Chi-Chi goes to the store. But when Gohan (teen) went to his
first day of Orange Star High and Erasa (Videl’s friend) asks Gohan where he lives, he says, “Oh, around the 509 mountain area.” Erasa responds
“What that’s nearly 500 miles away?! Even by car that’s a 5 hour drive!”
How can Chi-Chi walk to the store from that distance??
submitted by: Scimitar6689
There are small towns in the mountains. – Flutterby

  • Disappearing Act:

In the episode when Kami finally decides to fuse with Piccolo, Kami tells Piccolo to put his hand on Kami’s chest. Piccolo places his hand on Kami’s chest
and then the next screen shot shows Piccolo with his hand by his side, when they are talking to Mr. Popo, and once again, in the NEXT screen shot
the hand is back on Kami’s chest!
submitted by: Josh Jaxon
When Piccolo fuses with Kami, his left hand is placed on Kami, and the entire time during the fusion, Mr.Popo is on Piccolo’s right hand side, so when they show Mr. Popo it is Piccolo’s right hand being shown by his side. No blooper there. – Ryan Richard


Show Him How

By CatGirl

Chapter 1

“Damnit Vegeta!” Bulma screamed, “Why must you insist on peering over my shoulder like this? If you don’t trust me to do this properly, then either do it yourself or at least have the decency to stay out of my way!” The gravity machine was broken, yet again, and Bulma was out fixing it, with Vegeta peering constantly over her shoulder to make some snide remark or another.
“Just trying to make sure you don’t sabotage it.” Vegeta sneered back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He began to pace lightly back and forth. “And besides, every time I leave you alone with this thing, it doesn’t get fixed for days.”
“Well if you didn’t break the thing so damned often then I wouldn’t have to fix it so often!”
“If this thing wasn’t such a piece of crap then it could handle a little more of my strength!” Vegeta roared, and the usual argument began. It seemed that every time the gravity room broke, which was all to often, this same squabble was repeated, like the two were simply puppets in a favorite play, destined to act out the same scenes over and over for all eternity.
“Shut up Vegeta! Just shut up!” Bulma screeched. Just as Vegeta was about to respond, she held up a hand. “The damn thing is fixed you ass. Thanks to yours truly.” she dropped the screwdriver she had been holding, and picked up a wrench. “Now, if I just tighten this valve right here, then this baby will be ready to go.” She reached in carefully, so as not to get her arms tangled in the mess of wires, and turned a valve. Suddenly, the spherical ship began to shake and rumble.
“What the hell did you do?” Vegeta yelled, trying to brace himself. A large tremor rocked the ship, and Bulma’s small body was thrown into Vegeta’s, sending them both crashing to the floor.
“Ready to launch in 5…4…3…” A mechanical voice droned.
“Shimatta! When I reset the gravity controls I must have done something wrong!” The human woman jumped up and skittered over to the control center of the ship. “Come on! Come on!” her fingers flew over the keyboard, furiously typing in override commands.
“IIE IIE IIE! I said stop! Stop, damn you!” Bulma screeched, pounding her tiny fists on the metal.
“Blast off!” The mechanical voice droned on, and the two occupants could feel the ship starting to lift off the ground. Bulma screamed, neither one of them was strapped in, or even wearing pressurized suits to handle the insanely high altitudes to which they would be traveling before leaving the atmosphere.
Suddenly, Bulma found herself squeezed into a very small space, and she blinked, realizing that Vegeta’s arms were holding on to her tightly. “Hold on Woman, and don’t let go.” He growled softly. He had realized that there was not enough time to get both of them suited up and strapped in, so he grabbed the human female and dove under a console, using it to brace himself.
“But Vegeta, what about the gravity?”
“Damn it! Shut up!” The Saiyan no Ouji screwed his eyes tightly shut and erected a ki field around himself and Bulma, to lessen effects of the pressure on their bodies.
Bulma clung tightly to her Saiyan savior as the ship rocked and bounced up and out of Earth’s atmosphere. She began to feel quite dizzy though, and passed out in Vegeta’s arms.
“Shimatta!” He swore, feeling himself drift to the brink of unconsciousness as well, and unable to stay awake any longer, he surrendered himself to the black abyss.
“Kami…What happened?” Bulma moaned, stretching her limbs out. Her muscles felt bunched up, and her nerves were all over the place. “Vegeta?” she murmured. “Where are you? Where am I for that matter?” It was then that she realized she was in a bed. Not her own bed though. She blinked twice, and looked around. “I’m still in the spaceship. How long have I been out of it?” Bulma reached up to scratch her head, and winced as she came into contact with a tender bump on her skull. “I must have bonked myself during that takeoff…”
She crawled out of the bed and padded over to the small bathroom, to examine her head in the mirror. It was just bruised, no bleeding. “Vegeta must have put me in that bed after he woke up. I wonder if he’s hurt at all.”
Bulma padded out of the small bedroom and pulled herself up the rungs of the metal ladder onto the main deck of the ship, to see Vegeta standing at the console. She felt better, seeing that he was all right, and knowing that he knew what he was doing with this ship, having taken it out to space several times before for training missions. It was the same ship he always used, even thought it had had to be rebuilt after the damage it had suffered on the particular trip where he managed to transform into a Super Saiyan.
“How long was I out?”
“A while.”
“That doesn’t help me Vegeta.”
“Well I only woke up two hours ago myself.” He growled, tapping a couple of keys on the console. A large screen popped up, and on it Bulma could see millions of stars flying by.
“Man, this ship goes fast.” She murmured, knowing that the image she was seeing was being transmitted from tiny cameras on the outer hull of the ship. Vegeta grunted his agreement. “Where are we anyway?”
“Well, the ship’s readings say that we’re in the Tental Quadrant.”
“And where is that?” Bulma put her hands on her hips in the typical ‘tell me now or I screech’ fashion.
“A hell of a long way from home.”

Chapter 2

“Well, how far exactly would you say we are from Chikyuu?” Bulma questioned, trying her hardest to fight the jelly-like sensation in her knees.
“I’d say it’s about 3500 Givlets.” Vegeta responded, watching as Bulma began to tremble lightly.
“Wha…What’s a Givlet?” she murmured, dropping heavily onto one of the padded benches that lined the wall. “How many kilometers?”
“I don’t know.” Vegeta sighed softly. “Givlets are the standard measuring system in most galaxies, and I’m not sure of the conversion into metric.”
“Well, how long do you figure it will take us to get home? I have a very important meeting tomorrow at work and I can’t miss it!”
“Well, at the speed this ship travels it wouldn’t take us more than a few days, a week at the most, if we were to conserve fuel. There’s not a lot left in this thing.” Vegeta patted the console lightly with a gloved hand. “If we went any faster we’d run out before we could make it into Chikyuu’s atmosphere, and we’d most likely end up floating around out here till we crashed into something.”
“Well then, turn this bugger around and let’s go home!” Bulma screeched, and the Saiyan winced lightly, resisting the urge to cover his ears.
“I’ve been awake for two hours, you idiot! Don’t you think I’ve tried that already?” Vegeta growled.
“Idiot? Can idiots make spaceships? I don’t think so!” Bulma screeched, then paled lightly. “Wait, what do you mean you’ve tried turning us around already?”
“I mean that there’s something wrong with this damn ship, and I can’t alter the course! And by the way, idiots do mess up while fixing ships and cause them to blast off into space!” The Saiyan prince left his spot by the ship’s controls and began to pace lightly back and forth. “I’ve studied the course we’re on right now, and I figure we’re on a collision course with the planet Imtor. Hopefully, you didn’t mess up the landing gear too.”
“Shut up.” Bulma snapped. “I don’t want to be blamed for all this.”
“It is your fault.” Vegeta retorted, casting an angry glare in her direction.
“Did I not tell you to shut up? No,” she held up her hand, stopping Vegeta, as he was about to say something. “I have a terrible headache Vegeta. Please don’t yell at me, and just tell me what Imtor is like.” she sighed, putting a hand lightly on the large bump on her head.
Vegeta growled, turning his back to the human woman. “Imtor is a fairly nice planet, I’ve been there only a few times. The people are gentle for the most part, hostility is rare. When we arrive there, you must be very careful though…”
“Why? What’ll they do to me?”
“The males are highly dominant in Imtor society, and the women subservient. Men do as they please with the women, and being ‘married’ as you would call it is a very rare occurrence. Women are seen as little more than objects of pleasure, and are used freely, without worry.”
“You mean they…they’re…sex slaves?” Bulma gasped.
“Not quite.” Vegeta chuckled lightly. “Seeing as the women are pleasured as well, they do not object to being used like common whores. It pleases them, and as they have no worries about getting pregnant…”
“What do you mean no worries about getting pregnant?” Bulma cut Vegeta off, ignoring his indignant scowl.
“Imtorites have the unique ability to control whether or not they become pregnant after intercourse.” Vegeta finished his sentence, slightly amused as Bulma’s eyes widened. “So, you see, the males of Imtor would not understand that you do not, and they will be highly offended if you choose to decline an invitation for sex.”
“What…What will I do? I…I can’t, no, I won’t be some alien’s little whore!” Bulma began to panic, seeing no possible solutions to this problem.
“Relax, will you?” Vegeta growled. “While we are on Imtor…” the now hysterical Bulma cut him off again.
“What? What?” She screeched. “Are you saying that I’m supposed to just LET them ravage me like some sort of cheap prostitute? I won’t Vegeta! I’d rather die!”
“SHUT UP!” Vegeta roared, pushing her down onto the bench. “Calm down, for Kami’s sake.”
“I…Gomen nasai.” Bulma murmured, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.
“While we are on Imtor,” Vegeta began again, “you and I will have to pretend to be mates.”

Chapter 3

“Wha…What do you mean we have to pretend to be mates?” Bulma screeched. “I don’t get it!”
“If you are that stupid…” Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes. “It means, in your Human terms, that while we are on the planet Imtor, we must pretend to be husband and wife.” With that, he turned and stalked out of the room, heading towards the enclosed gravity chamber.
Two days later, Bulma was still in a bit of a trance. Mates? We have to pretend to be mates? I don’t even like the guy! Though he is kind of cute…more like hunkarific…but he’s such an asshole…and what kind of word is mates? What are we? Monkeys? Hmmm…I suppose that does make sense…
Suddenly, a loud clatter erupted from behind, and Bulma jumped around to see Vegeta standing in the middle of a pile of pots and pans. “Woman…May I ask what in hell these pots are doing in my way?” he growled.
“I…err…” she stuttered, blushing. Vegeta wore no shirt, and that’s enough to make even the most pristine nun sweat. (Author’s note: I really hope that no one finds that offensive, as it is just a saying, and I certainly don’t mean it to be offensive.) “I was just making dinner, and I had to dig through all these cupboards and then I guess I kinda forgot to put everything away…”
Vegeta snorted, and kicked one of the pots in to a wall with a loud clang. “As long as the food is edible…” he shrugged.
“What’s with you anyway? You’ve been holed up in that gravity chamber so long I thought you had died. I was about to have a party.”
“Who would you invite? The pots and pans? Sounds super fun.” Vegeta snickered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Besides,” he cut off the snappy remark she had been about to say, “We’ll be landing soon.”
“Landing? Soon? How soon?” Bulma squeaked. “Will they have technology to fix the ship? Can I get some new clothes?”
“Yes, yes, a few hours, no, and yes.”
“Good! I was getting tired of wearing your clothes.” Bulma giggled, tugging at the men’s cotton tank top she wore. Because their takeoff had been quite unexpected, she had not thought to bring any extra clothing out to fix the gravity room. Luckily, Vegeta kept several spare training outfits in the living area of the ship, not all of them spandex. “Wait a minute! They won’t have technology to fix the ship?”
“I already answered that particular question.” came the gruff reply.
“How the hell are we supposed to get home then?” Bulma wailed back.
“Calm down you idiot. Shimatta…humans. Imtorites do have the technology for space travel, but their ships are rather primitive, and not to mention slow as hell. We’ll borrow a ship from Emperor Borrin, encapsulate the one we’re in right now, and fly to the nearest advanced planet, where you can fix whatever the hell you did to this ship. Then we can fly back to Imtor, return their ship, and fly ourselves back to Chikyuu.” Vegeta made it all sound so simple.
“Umm…okay…” Bulma murmured. “If we’re going to land soon, I suppose I should put on something that’s not yours, right?”
“Hai.” Vegeta nodded, and Bulma scurried down into the bottom level of the spherical ship, to change into the clothes she had been wearing during takeoff, simple jeans and a Capsule Corp. shirt. Then she went back upstairs to eat dinner with Vegeta.
“20 minutes to landing.” Said a mechanized voice, startling Bulma out of her seat. She watched as Vegeta’s head emerged from the hole in the floor, which led to the living area of the ship. He hoisted himself up off the ladder, and padded lightly over to the ship’s control center. That was one thing she had noted about Vegeta, he didn’t stomp, as one would expect, but treaded rather lightly. A valuable trait when one tends to sneak around, like the Saiyan prince.
Vegeta kept a close watch on the visual screens, and the room was silent for a few moments, then he spoke. “While we are planetside, you are to show me the utmost respect.” he spoke calmly, as if speaking to a child. “If we are to appear mates, you must also show me affection, and hold that venomous tongue of yours. These people know enough of me to know that I would never put up with a disrespectful wench like you.”
“What exactly do you mean by affection?” Bulma questioned, her hands on her hips.
“If I offer you my arm, take it. If I pull you close, press yourself closer, and if I kiss you, kiss me back.” he stated, as if it were the simplest act in the world.
“K…Kiss?” Bulma paled.
“We are supposed to be mates, Woman, and mates do share that certain intimacy.” he looked at her. “Is that a problem, or would you rather I let them rape you?”
“I…I…No, it’s okay…” she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
“I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. I am not fond of public displays of affection.” Vegeta turned back to the controls. This statement, for some odd reason, brought a sinking feeling to Bulma’s stomach, but she did her best to ignore it as she strapped herself into her seat. They were to touch down in about ten minutes and she could feel the ship begin to rock and sway as it entered Imtor’s atmosphere.
“Vegeta, shouldn’t we have been concerned about our landing more than twenty minutes in advance? I mean, the ship should have started bouncing around like this long before now!”
“Baka.” Vegeta muttered in response. “Imtor’s atmosphere is considerably thinner than that of Chikyuu. If we had started rocking earlier, there would have been cause for worry.”
“Oh…” Bulma murmured, too embarrassed to bother retaliating against his insult. “Aren’t you going to strap yourself in?”
“Why?” Vegeta smirked, devilishly handsome. “Is the little human worried about me?” he teased.
“Hai.” Bulma huffed and turned away. Her frank admission of her concern though, had struck something in the Saiyan no Ouji, and he watched her for a moment in his confusion. He had certainly never done anything to deserve her concern, and it puzzled him as to why she should care about what happened to him.
Reluctantly, Vegeta turned away from the irritated woman and strapped himself into his own seat with a wary glance in her direction. No matter how much she pretended to care for him, he could not let himself fall prey to his own emotions. He would not allow himself to get closer to her; it would bring only pain.
The ship began to shake about violently, and Bulma let out a frightened whimper, trying her best to be strong in front of Vegeta. She would never hear the end of how ‘weak and pitiful’ she was if she allowed him to see how completely terrified she was. With a great thud though, everything was over, and she found herself sighing with relief.
“Are you going to get up, Woman, or just sit there all day?” came a gruff voice, and Bulma looked up to see Vegeta standing above her, arms crossed with the usual scowl on his face.
“Oops…” she flushed hotly, fiddling with the straps. “I can’t get the clasp open Vegeta…I think I’m stuck.” she looked helplessly up at him, bright red in her mortification.
“Kami, Woman.” Vegeta growled, then muttered something unintelligible, and in what Bulma assumed to be another language. He rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of her, two gloved hands reaching out to free her. He fiddled and pulled for a while, but seemed to have the same problem that Bulma had had. “What in hell did you do?” he grumbled, leaning his head down near her chest to get a better look at the stubborn straps.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered, piteously, followed by a sharp intake of breath as his spiky mane brushed against her collarbone and cheek. She squirmed uncomfortably as a warm heat began to form between her legs, a result of the Saiyan being so near to her. Unfortunately for Bulma, being so close allowed Vegeta’s highly tuned senses to pick up the change of scent in the surrounding air.
“So, the little human likes being tied up, ne?” he smirked up at her, a teasing glint in his onyx eyes. Bulma flushed hotly and turned away, squirming at the uncomfortable sensation as she tried to close her thighs tighter, as if it would prevent him from detecting her arousal. Vegeta chuckled and reached up to undo the clasp holding the straps over her chest, allowing his hand to brush sensually over her breast. He gave it a little squeeze, earning a gasp from the flustered human, smirked at her, and walked away.
All Bulma could do was watch as he strutted over to the ship’s control board, tail swishing lightly back and forth, the end curling upwards ever so slightly to avoid brushing the ground…tail? “Vegeta!” she gasped. “When…when did that grow back?” she pointed an accusing finger at the furry brown appendage.
“Oh, that.” he examined his tail with unabashed pride. “It was there when I woke up this morning. I was beginning to wonder when the bugger would grow back.” he turned back to the console and typed a few keys, and in a few moments, Bulma could hear the mechanical hissing sound as the door began to open, and a crack of light filtered into the room.

Chapter 4

Bulma scurried to her feet as the door hissed open, brushing her pants off as she did so. The door was almost fully open, and she watched quietly as Vegeta prepared to step onto the ramp. “Iroshoin glamtro epehna.” He spoke, the odd sounds rolling easily off of his tongue.
“Iroshoin glamtro epehna!” came a chorus from outside the door. Curious to see what was going on, Bulma tiptoed quickly towards the door, poking her head out, looking over Vegeta’s shoulder.
“Roemol teppher?” Came a deep voice from the crowd of green creatures. There was a ripple of chuckles, and several suggestive leers from the obviously male beings. Bulma decided that she did not like the lecherous glances the men were sending her, nor the husky way in which they spoke.
“Ebelph kooriel tama.” Vegeta snapped, pulling Bulma roughly into his arms. “Terriph tookekn.” he purred, nuzzling her neck. Bulma flushed lightly at his touch, and a wave of good-natured laughter rippled through the group of men.
“Vegeta.” Bulma hissed. “What the hell is going on? I can’t understand a word you’re saying!”
Vegeta smirked down at her, then looked back up towards the green man who had originally spoken. Bulma decided he must be their leader. “Oobiph fenor wegre?” Vegeta inquired, and the man reached into a pouch hanging from his belt. He brought something small out and tossed it towards Vegeta, who caught it easily.
“What is that?” Bulma asked, eyeing the tiny microchip warily.
“It’s a translator.” Vegeta put it in her palm. “Take a look. It attaches to the back of your skull, just above the hairline. It sends information to your brain which converts Imtorite into your native language, which would be Japanese, and vice-versa.”
“I don’t know about this…” Bulma murmured.
“Kami, woman! Do you honestly think I’d let them put some sort of brain control device on you?” Vegeta growled. Bulma shook her head. “Flip your head over and I’ll put it on you.” Bulma did as she was told, and the crowd of Imtorite males watched in fascination as her hair fell like a shining waterfall. Vegeta smirked to himself as he pushed the aqua curtain aside, finding the right spot on the base of her skull. He pressed the little microchip down, and then wiggled it lightly to see if it would move. It didn’t. “You can flip your head the right way now.”
Bulma stood up straight, frowning as she tried to fix her hair with the absence of a mirror. She jumped as one of the Imtorites spoke. “It’s too bad,” he said, grinning, “that you’re Vegeta’s mate. We could have given you a good time.”
Just as Bulma was about to retort something fierce, Vegeta wrapped his arm around her waist once more, and cut off her stinging reply. “Feh.” he snorted. “I doubt that any woman well bred enough to be even considered as my mate would ever consider bedding with a creature like you.” There was another round of laughter, and even the flushed human female allowed herself a tiny giggle.
The whole group was moving soon, towards the Imtorite Royal Palace, home to the esteemed Emperor Boorin. The Imtorite equivalent of a car was quite comfortable, but there was little room for all the beings, so Bulma ended up spending the two-hour trip perched on Vegeta’s muscular thighs, with his arms wrapped around her. Bulma had to admit, even with all the hulking green aliens staring at her, that it was the most pleasurable two hours she had ever had.
Emperor Boorin was a great blob of a man, as Bulma found out upon reaching the palace. Luckily though, he was well mannered enough to avoid staring at Bulma, once he found out she was Vegeta’s ‘mate’ that is. The Saiyan no Ouji had quickly explained their situation, and requested the use of a ship, and new clothes, much to Bulma’s delight.
“Of course!” Boorin cried. “My servants will have some fine new garments made up for you and your lovely mate!” Bulma discovered that, although disgusting, Emperor Boorin was not an unkind man, and she favored him with a smile as he ordered his servant women to use only the finest silks and satins for her clothing.
A few hours later, after Vegeta had excused himself and Bulma on the grounds of fatigue, there was a knock on the door to their apartments. Two young servant girls entered the room, each carrying a carefully wrapped parcel. “Your new clothing.” they handed the parcels to Vegeta, and then excused themselves from the room.
Excitedly, Bulma tore open the papery substance in which her things were wrapped, and gasped in wonder as she pulled out several shimmery silk gowns, each one prettier than the last. She flushed hotly though, as the next item was revealed. It was a white silk nightdress, indecently small. No doubt, the Emperor of Imtor wanted Vegeta to be pleased with his mate’s appearance at all times. It was just that moment too, that Vegeta decided to come inspect Bulma’s gifts from Boorin.
Bulma turned to see his smirking face as he plucked the tiny garment out of her hands, examining it for himself. He turned it, this way and that, before finally holding it up to her body, smiling fiendishly at her pink face.
“It’s bad enough that we have to share a bed, Vegeta. But if, for one second, you think I’m sleeping next to a beast like you in a nightgown like that you are sadly mistaken!”
“All right then,” Vegeta chuckled, “you can sleep naked.” He tossed the silky thing back at her, strutting off towards their private bathroom, not before giving her plush bottom a good teasing squeeze though.
“Beast!” she called after him. “Pervert!”
“I’m going to change for bed now.” Vegeta called back, over his shoulder. “And when I come out, you had better be changed too, or else I’m going to have to change you myself!” Bulma took off her shoe, and whipped it at the now closed bathroom door.
“Ohh…That bastard!” she hissed, digging through the rest of the clothes in search of another, less revealing, nightgown. To her dismay, they was only one other item that she could possibly sleep in, and it was even skimpier. She did find though, several pairs of silky panties, however, all of them happened to be thongs, and a few lacy bras. She noticed something rather odd though. Aside from her new gowns, everything was a perfect snowy white.
Sighing, she tossed her new undergarments into a drawer of the elegant wooden dresser by the bed, blushing as she saw that Vegeta had already designated it the ‘underwear drawer.’ She didn’t know why seeing his boxers affected her so much now, after all, she had been doing his laundry for nearly a year! However, she had never bought him nice silky things like the ones neatly folded in the drawer. Again she noticed something odd. All of the boxers were black. Puzzling over this new discovery, Bulma hung her new gowns in the large wardrobe, being careful not to wrinkle them.
Clenching her teeth, Bulma picked up the wee little piece of silk she would be wearing for the night. Taking a quick look around, she peeled off her shirt, knowing that Vegeta was in the shower, because she could hear it running. Her bra followed suit and she slipped the garment over her head, enjoying the smooth feel of it against her skin. She pulled her jeans off from underneath and decided, at the last minute, to change her panties as well. It seemed such a shame to wear her flowered Hanes rather than one of new silky pairs, when sporting such sexy nightwear. Doing a quick check to make sure the nightie covered her behind, she slipped off the cotton briefs, replacing them with a white silk thong. “As long as I’m gonna look like a slut,” she sighed, “I may as well accessorize. Besides, I don’t want Vegeta to see me in my grandma panties.”
“What were you saying? Something about panties?”
Bulma whipped around to face the bathroom door, where Vegeta was standing in a cloud of hot steam, wearing only a pair of the black silk unders provided by Imtar’s Emperor. “Er…nothing. You must be mistaken.” Bulma stammered, backing away from his appreciative gaze.
“Me? Mistaken?” Vegeta laughed. “Woman, you should know by now that my Saiyan hearing is far superior to you little Human ears. I know perfectly well what you said.” He laughed again. “And you don’t look like a slut. You look like a woman who is ready and willing to please her mate.” Vegeta began to walk toward her, and she backed away, right towards the bed. “I’m glad to see you’re so eager.” he purred, as she fell backwards onto the fluffy cushion.
“Vegeta, stop it! This isn’t funny! It’s just mean!” she whimpered, protesting as the Saiyan no Ouji crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and straddled her scantily clad body. His head descended to nip at her neck and shoulder. Bulma was torn between slapping him and urging him to continue. Then he began to move lower, stopping at the neckline of the nightgown, and looking up into Bulma’s eyes. Just as she was about to give him permission to go lower, he smiled down at her, a wide, cruel smirk.
“I can see your boobies.” He chuckled. Bulma’s eyes went wide, but before she could slap him, Vegeta had grabbed her and wrapped the both of them in blankets. The lights were out now, though Bulma did not know how it had happened. Perhaps Vegeta had set them on a timer or something like that when she wasn’t looking.
She could feel his strong arms around her, but, to her shocked dismay, she could not feel any sort of hardened bulge pressing into her. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Bulma bent her knee and raised her thigh the slightest bit, allowing it to brush against his groin, but Vegeta caught on quickly. “Woman,” he whispered, “If I were aroused, you would definitely know it.”
Bulma flushed hotly and squirmed in protest, knowing that Vegeta was only holding her like this because he knew that tangled in his limbs was the last place she wanted to be right at the moment. All of this was just a big, cruel joke to him. “Let me go Vegeta.” she whimpered, pushing her tiny hands against his chest.
“Iie.” his eyes flashed in the dark, and Bulma felt one of his hands slide down on to her silk covered rump. His fingers pushed aside the silk of the nightgown and squeezed her bare flesh, making her jump as he pulled her hips tightly against his own. “I have excellent control over my body, Woman, and it would take far more than this to break it.”
He did not release her as she expected him to, but rather kept her pressed against him in such an intimate manner that she could not help but to want more. Desperately, she tried to block out these thoughts, so that her body might take a hint, and Vegeta would not end up catching the scent of her arousal. Vegeta seemed to take note of her stiffness, and so he shifted, making sure to grind his hips against her own, delighting in her whimper.
“Vegeta…” she whispered.
“Goodnight Woman.” Vegeta released her and rolled over onto his stomach, pushing her away to the side. “Sweet dreams.” he laughed softly.

Chapter 5

“Take all of your clothes off and put this on.” Vegeta growled, tossing a bundle of white silk at Bulma. She caught it and let the material slide down through her fingers a bit, so she could see that it was a robe.
“Why?” Bulma asked, seeing that Vegeta was already wearing one. His was black silk, and went only as far as his knees, revealing heavily muscled calves. She licked suddenly dry lips as she noted how loosely he had tied it. The top was open just enough to reveal his broad tan chest, and the slightest bit of his rippling abs, but closed enough so that the robe would stay shut below the belt.
“Don’t ask questions Woman, just do as I say.” he grumbled, stalking out of the room so that Bulma could change before she had a chance to respond.
“Damn Saiyan, always telling me what to do.” she grumbled, pulling off her shirt and stepping out of her jeans. “If he wasn’t so strong why I’d put him in his place, yes I would.” Her bra followed, and she pulled the robe over her shoulders and tied the belt around her waist, noting that her robe only went down to about mid thigh. “Err…Vegeta?” she called, “Do I have to take off all of my clothes?”
“Yes! Woman, you need to clean your ears! Did I not tell you that two minutes ago?”
“Okay…” she murmured back, and if it had not been for Vegeta’s Saiyan hearing, he would not have heard her. Reluctantly, Bulma pulled off the skimpy pair of panties she had been wearing, and tried desperately to tug the robe down a little, fearing that if she moved the wrong way, her soft, delicate bottom would be exposed to some hentai Imtorite, or even worse, to Vegeta.
Stepping out of her bedroom, Bulma was too preoccupied with the indecent length of her robe to notice the faintly appreciative glance Vegeta cast in her direction. “Quit fooling with it. It’s supposed to be like that.” he crossed his arms over his chest in the typical Vegeta fashion.
“Well at least your robe covers your ass Vegeta!” she cried back, tugging at the fabric again.
“Perhaps I should get you a circus tent then!”
“You asshole! Why I should just…”
“Shut up and lets go already!” her supposed mate roared, grabbing her hand and tugging her out of the room.
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” Bulma whined, tugging insistently against Vegeta’s iron grip.
“We are going to the Imtar hot springs.” he growled back. Soon other people began to join them in their journey down the twisting halls of Emperor Boorin’s palace. Bulma noticed that they too, were all wearing silk robes; black, knee length for the men, white, mid thigh length for the women.
“Why do all the girls wear white?” she asked.
“I don’t quite know.” Vegeta responded. “Something about different sexes and all that garbage. Yadda yadda yadda… the usual.” He rolled his eyes, and Bulma sighed. Damn Vegeta, he was always such a jerk.
Bulma almost tripped over her own feet, as Vegeta pulled her against himself and offered her his arm. They were supposed to be mates, after all, and it wouldn’t exactly look too good if he were to drag her the whole way to the Hot Springs.
Bulma took Vegeta’s arm, grateful that he was no longer pulling her, and fell into step beside him. Soon they reached a door, and stepped through in to a large tiled room that looked much like an indoor pool to Bulma. In the center of the room, there was one large steaming tub of water; the hot spring. In it, were both males and females, all of them completely naked.
Bulma gasped as Vegeta dislodged his arm from her own, and untied the already loose belt about his waist, and allowed his robe to flutter gracefully to the floor, where a servant scurried to pick it up and hang it on the wall. The human woman flushed scarlet and turned quickly away, in order to avoid the sight of his nakedness, but Vegeta seemed to be in a slightly playful mood.
“I’ll be waiting for you.” he chuckled quietly into her ear from behind, reaching one hand around her waist to untie the sash of her robe.
“I can do that myself, Vegeta!” she hissed, slapping his hands away. He only laughed softly, but moved away from her and started towards the pool of water, and Bulma couldn’t help but to take a peek at his firm, muscled behind as he strutted away, tail lashing lazily behind him. Halfway there though, he turned around and faced her, causing her face to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.
“Don’t be long, sweetie.” he smirked maliciously at her as he spoke the words in Japanese, his voice a sickly sweet tone. She only glared as he turned and continued to the spring.
“What’s wrong with your mate, Vegeta?” Emperor Boorin asked, noting that Bulma had not discarded of her robe yet.
“Humans, they have a peculiar obsession with clothing.” he murmured, shrugging his shoulders and allowing himself to sink deeper into the water as he turned and waited for his ‘mate.’
Reluctantly, Bulma untied the silk sash and shrugged out of her robe. She handed it to a nearby servant and watched as it was hung beside Vegeta’s. Taking tiny, feminine steps, she made her way towards a demonically smirking Vegeta. He rose to aid her down the tiny, submerged steps, and she was thankful that the water was deep enough to hide him. She took her seat next to Vegeta, who pulled her close, and kept his arm lightly around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her thigh. His tail, she noticed with a start, had wound it’s way around her other thigh. Every so often, the tip flickered lightly, disturbingly close to her womanhood.
Uncertainly, Bulma shrank into Vegeta’s side as a large, rotund Imtorite plopped down beside her. He had not hidden his admiration of her body, even as she sat in the arms of her supposed mate, one of the strongest men in the Universe. She felt a hand brush her plush bottom and her eyes widened as it squeezed her flesh. She tensed and uttered a tiny sound of protest, knowing that the hand did not belong to Vegeta. It startled her that it actually made a difference, but she supposed that she would not mind as much if the Saiyan no Ouji were to touch her, considering the odd way she had been feeling around him lately.
Vegeta seemed to notice the sudden tension in her small body, for he picked her up lightly and set her bottom down in between his spread thighs, her back to his chest. He pulled her against him, a sign that she should settle down a little, and try to act as natural as possible. The Imtorite scowled as she sighed, seemingly with pleasure, and snuggled into Vegeta. It was, however, rather hard to ignore the feeling of his manhood against her.
She tried to keep in a gasp as she realized how incredibly huge he was. Even flaccid, he was easily several inches longer than Yamcha had been, and much thicker too. Blushing lightly, she couldn’t help but to wonder how large he would be when erect, and she felt herself begin to heat up. Noticing this, Vegeta shifted so that he was pressed even tighter against her.
“Do I meet with your approval?” he chuckled lightly into her ear. She nodded helplessly as his hands began to wander over her body, mostly her upper half. Although they did run over her legs, and bottom, he never touched the flesh between her thighs, believing that this was not the place to do so.
“Vegeta, Iie!” she hissed as his hands teased her breasts, kneading and plucking at her nipples.
“Look around woman.” he murmured, nipping at her shoulder lightly with sharp Saiyan teeth. “We wouldn’t want to offend our host, now would we?” he asked with mock innocence, dragging his tongue across her neck.
Bulma looked around then, for the first time since she had stepped into the hot spring, and noticed what he was talking about. All around them were couples, even threesomes, in some cases, touching and fondling each other. It was like some gigantic orgy! Bulma shuddered in disgust, remembering what Vegeta had said about sex on this planet.
“I think my mate and I will take our leave now.” Vegeta addressed the Emperor, who nodded. “The heat seems to be getting to her, if you will notice her flushed face.” he chuckled, standing up and bringing Bulma with him. They got out of the hot spring and walked towards the door, where they collected their robes and put them on. Vegeta put his hand lightly on the small of Bulma’s back as they were leaving, and there was a round of good-natured laughter from the heated pools as it slid lower to cup one plush nether cheek.

Chapter 6

“Vegeta, we’re out of their seeing distance now. You can take your hand off of my ass.” Bulma hissed through clenched teeth. Vegeta chuckled lightly, and gave her a little squeeze before letting her go. Bulma growled and muttered a few choice words under her breath before stalking off down the twisting halls. However, once she realized that she did not know her way back to their chambers, she was forced to slow down and walk along at Vegeta’s leisurely pace.
“Smile, would you? I don’t want people thinking I took a prude as a mate.” the Saiyan teased.
“Yeah, and I really want everybody thinking I sleep with a mass murderer.” Bulma shot back.
“Is that really how you see me?” Vegeta inquired lightly, stopping in the middle of the hall.
“Well…I…I…” The Human woman stuttered over her words, detecting a slight hint of hurt in her companion’s voice.
Vegeta gave a dismissive shrug of his shoulders and began walking down the hall again. “If that’s what you see me as, then that’s what I’ll be.”
The rest of the way back to the room was spent in silence, and once there, Vegeta headed immediately for the shower, leaving Bulma to change. It wasn’t very late at all, but Vegeta had informed her earlier in the day that they would be leaving for the planet Toog early in the morning. As she slipped on her nightie, Bulma wondered why Vegeta had seemed so tense as he told her. Perhaps he had bad history with the people of Toog.
“We’ll be leaving for a nearby planet early tomorrow morning.” Vegeta stated, and Bulma couldn’t help but to notice that he seemed a little edgy.
“What planet is that?” she inquired, hoping to get a little more information out of him.
“Toog.” He said simply, but the human female detected that familiar note of irritation in his voice. Before she could ask anything else, he had left the room, tail lashing agitatedly behind him.
Vegeta slipped quietly out of the bathroom, to see Bulma putting something into one of the dresser drawers. She had not noticed him yet. However, he noticed her. He noticed her all to well while she was wearing that scrap of material. The way it clung to her shapely body made him sweat with desire, and though he had boasted of his supreme control the previous night, he found himself beginning to harden. He really didn’t want to want her this badly, but he couldn’t deny that she made him warm just by looking in his direction. She was truly an enigma, this human female. He had had plenty of women in his lifetime; after all, he was a prince, and not a bad looking one at that. Many of the women had been far more beautiful than the weak Onna, but never before had he found a female to be so desirable…What was it about her? Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the middle, pulling her soft body against his own.
“Ve…Vegeta? What the hell are you doing?” Bulma murmured, uncertainty flooding her as she felt his hardened member pressing into the small of her back.
“Shhh.” was all the Saiyan no Ouji gave in reply, as his hands started to roam. One traveled up towards her breast, while the other moved down, worming its way under her silk night dress. He pushed aside the thin strip of fabric that was her underwear, and slipped his hand in to cup her womanhood. Bulma let out a surprised little groan as she felt two fingers slip inside of her, the thumb finding her nub, and gently rubbing it. She felt as if her legs were about to give out on her, and if not for the strong arm still about her waist, she would have crumpled to the floor.
“Vegeta…” Bulma whimpered, trying to push away from him. “I…We…We shouldn’t do this Vegeta.”
“Just tell me truthfully that you want me to stop,” he nibbled on her ear, “and I will.”
“I…Ohhh…” Bulma moaned quietly, trying desperately to sum up the courage to make him stop. It felt so good to be in his arms, so oddly right. Then though, she remembered the previous night, and how Vegeta had treated her, how he had humiliated her. With a determined new strength, she steadied her legs and pushed against his arms, doing her best to ignore the still probing fingers. “Vegeta, stop. I mean it. We can’t do this.”
“And why not?” Vegeta purred, his digits coming to a halt in their ministrations.
“I don’t want to do this.” she sighed. “You’re just teasing me Vegeta. I don’t want to be used like this.” She looked down at the floor, ashamed with herself for allowing this to go on for so long.
“Is that what you think?” Vegeta snarled in her hear. Bulma nodded, a tiny sob escaping her mouth. “Fine. If that’s what you think, then that’s how I’ll be.” he growled and pushing his fingers deep inside her once more, almost violently, finding a secret pleasure spot. He pushed hard, and Bulma’s body wracked with pleasure at the sudden orgasm.
Vegeta pulled his hand out from between the woman’s legs and stalked off out of the room, with out so much as a word, or a glance at Bulma’s crying figure, slumped on the floor. He didn’t come back that night, and Bulma didn’t see him until she boarded the ship the next morning, still looking angry.
Was it so wrong what I did? She wondered, glancing every now and then at the Prince as he readied the Imtorite ship for takeoff. He just wanted a night of pleasure…didn’t he? After the way he toyed with me the other night, there’s no way he could actually want me for more than sex. But why is he so mad? Am I wrong? Oh Kami Vegeta! What do you want with me?
The journey to Toog was quick, lasting only a few days. It seemed though, that Vegeta got moodier every second. Bulma wondered what he was so mad about. He had already made it quite clear that he was having second thoughts about going to Toog, but Vegeta was never one to back out of something once he said he was going to do it.
The day of landing finally approached, and Bulma realized that the only time Vegeta had spoken to her during the entire trip was when he told her to flip her head over, so that she could change the setting on the little translator chip. He hadn’t even glanced at her, and Bulma’s suspicions that Vegeta had only been using her grew. It wasn’t fair.
The mechanical hiss of the opening door startled Bulma, and she jumped quickly out of her seat, smoothing the Imtorite dress over her hips as she toed towards the door. Vegeta was already there, looking wonderful in the casual Imtorite clothing he wore. But then again, Vegeta always looked wonderful. Bulma sighed quietly…Why does he have to be such a heartless bastard?
“Is there anything about the Toogs that I need to know?” she asked quietly, earning her first actual look from Vegeta since ‘that night.’
“First off,” he stated, gruffly, “never refer to them as ‘Toogs.’ The correct term would be ‘Servants of Toog.’ They are a peaceful, religious people and we should have no trouble getting what we need. I hope to be off of this planet as soon as possible, so don’t get too attached to anything.”
“Why do you want to be away from here so fast?” Bulma probed. If this planet and its people were so nice, what is it that Vegeta couldn’t stand about being here?
“That’s none of your business.” Vegeta snapped, his voice harsh. He turned his head away from her, putting on a façade of indifference. Whatever bothered him about this place, he obviously didn’t want the natives to know.
“Greetings, Servant of Imtor! What do we of Toog owe this visit to?” a male voice called, from outside.
“I disappoint you Servant of Toog.” Vegeta called stepping out into the sunlight. Even from inside of the ship, Bulma heard a round of surprised gasps, and speculating murmurs. Perhaps Vegeta was not welcome here. “It is I, Vegeta no Ouji, Rogue Servant of Lost Vegetasei.” he turned and motioned for Bulma to come out as well. “This is Bulma, servant of Chikyuu.” There were more murmurs, as she stood shyly beside the Saiyan, but she could not quite make them out.
“Vegeta sama! Well, this is a surprise indeed!” a man spoke up from the crowd. Like his peers, he was a soft green in color, with coarse looking spikes of lemon yellow hair. He was a fat little man, and looked to be rather old, but seemed fairly friendly.
“I assure you, Rama, that we have not come for a social visit.” Vegeta spoke coldly, his gaze boring into the beady little red eyes of the old man. “We have need for technical assistance in order to fix our ship. This one,” he placed his hand lightly on the doorframe, “is borrowed.”
“Ahhh, Vegeta,” old Rama smiled, despite Vegeta’s anger. “You seem to forget that it was not I who wronged you.”
“She is your blood Rama, your raised daughter.” Vegeta snapped, much to Bulma’s confusion. Who were they talking about? Is this woman the reason that Vegeta had not wanted to come here?
“Touché, Vegeta sama. Ten long years has not dulled your mind.”
“My mind is sharper than ever, old man.” the Saiyan no Ouji growled. “But I have no time for your foolish games.”
Rama chuckled, his large belly vibrating with his mirth. “Yes Vegeta sama, impatient as ever. However, you must come and see Toorie. She always liked you.” he sighed. “We had hopes that you would be the one to father Yelta’s children.”
At this statement, Bulma watched Vegeta’s face darken and twist, though she was not sure whether the reason was of anger or pain. Maybe this Yelta was Vegeta’s old girlfriend, or perhaps fiancee… That would certainly explain why he had been so upset about having to come here. But if that was true, then why weren’t they together now? It was a mystery indeed.
“I have no wish to visit your home Rama, Servant of Toog. Good-day to you.” Vegeta snarled, clenching his fists. “My companion and I will be moving on towards the Capitol right away, and I do not relish in wasting my time.” He turned and yanked Bulma back inside the ship, then set the ship’s controls to take them to the Capitol, wherever that was.
“Ve…Vegeta?” Bulma murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you all right? You…you seem very upset.”
“Leave me be, Woman. This is not of your concern.” he snapped, shrugging her hand away.
“Oh…okay. Well, if you need to talk about it, I’ll be here.”
“You’ll need to learn a few things about Toog society before we reach the Capitol.” Vegeta turned, changing the subject. He motioned for Bulma to sit down, while he paced the floor in front of her chair, the tip of his tail twitching in agitation. “You probably noticed all that ‘servant of Toog’ jargon back there.” he started. “The people of Toog think of the planets as Gods. Each Planet has been trusted for eternity with the safety and protection of a certain people. In return, the people vow to serve their particular God, which is the planet they happen to be born on.” He paused, looking to see if Bulma had any questions.
“So they believe that the actual planet is a God, who has chosen to house them?” she asked, bewildered at the idea.
“Hai. They are Servants of Toog. To them, you are a Servant of Chikyuu. I am called Rogue Servant because I do not live on my birth planet, which is called Lost Vegetasei because it is no more.” Bulma nodded, understanding. “Capitol is where the Graf lives. He is basically the King of the planet, and is known as Graf or Solta. Graf means King, Solta means ‘Communicator.’ It is believed in legend that the Graf has the power to commute with the God he was born on. When he uses this power, he is called Solta. If I think of anything else you will need to know, I will tell you. For now though, this is enough.”
“Vegeta?” Bulma questioned. “Can I ask you about Rama and his daughter? Is she the reason you didn’t want to come here?”
“I already told you that is none of your business.” Vegeta hissed. “It would be in your best interest if you did not venture into territory where you are unwelcome.”

Chapter 7

“We’re approaching Capitol.” Vegeta murmured. “We should arrive in about ten minutes. Go make yourself presentable.”
Bulma glared at her Saiyan companion, yet did as he told her; she really did look awful in her ratty Capsule Corp. shirt and faded work jeans. Vegeta took no notice of her icy glance though, as he was busy monitoring the ship’s controls. He was surprised, however, that she did not yell or screech at him for his comment. Perhaps, he mused, he had overstepped his boundaries while on Imtor, and had frightened her off. He would have to be more careful to monitor that in the future.
Human women confused the Saiyan no Ouji, especially rich, smart, gorgeous Human women with manes of long, silky blue hair. The whole Chikyuu mating system confused him. As a Saiyan, he was completely used to following his instincts, which he had done, yet Bulma refused his advances, even as it was plain she wanted him. She had said that he was ‘using’ her, and nothing more. He would have taken her that night and proved her wrong, but rape did not particularly appeal to him. Vegeta’s honor system would not have permitted him to use her, even if he had wanted to. Saiyan people did not toy around like that. It was not as if they stayed virgins until they mated, it was just that the idea of casual sex was not a reality in their culture. It was a thing to be ashamed of.
As the Imtorite craft touched down just outside of Capitol, Bulma noticed that a huge crowd had formed. There were chorused greetings to Vegeta as the door opened with the familiar ‘whoosh’ and the two stepped outside into the sunlight.
“Ahhh!!! Vegeta, my boy!” a voice called out from the crowd. Vegeta actually smiled to see this old man. “Frala favors us today, does she not?”
“She does, Bramph.” He nodded courteously to the important looking Servant of Toog, who was currently adjusting his robes. “Frala is the sun.” Vegeta murmured, offhand, to Bulma, as she moved to stand beside him.
“Oh…Who is this? What a beautiful creature you travel with Vegeta sama. Surely she cannot be only a friend?”
“She is a friend and only that.” the Saiyan responded, and Bulma noted that he sounded almost wistful. “A Servant of Chikyuu.”
“Ahhh…” Bramph nodded his head in understanding, his wild hair flopping about. “Come now. Solta has caught wind of your visit, and you must see him before you leave.”
“He is in contact with Toog?” Vegeta inquired, stepping down the ramp a little.
“Yes, shortly after you landed on Toog, he felt the God calling him. We will go now though, and discuss things later.” A path cleared in the crowd, and Vegeta led Bulma down the ship’s ramp, where they joined Bramph. All three beings, each of a different species, started off towards the very center of Capitol, the place where Solta lived.
Along the way, Bramph pointed out several points of interest to Bulma, sharing little tidbits of information about the history of Toog in the process. He was a very lively creature, for one so old. Bulma did not know that they had arrived at the center of Capitol though, until she was told. The Solta’s housing seemed fairly modest for one who ruled an entire civilization of people. It was about three stories high, made of hard clay, like the houses in the surrounding area, but painted a deep shade of violet. There were no guards, only a few attendants in uniforms of red fabric. They carried curved swords in hilts hanging from belts, but Bulma suspected that they were more for decoration than anything.
“Toog is said to be the God of Peace. There is no war here, and there can only be one Graf, well, Solta as he is right now.” Vegeta murmured, seeing Bulma’s slightly puzzled look. “Things are very different from that of your Chikyuu civilization. Not everyone wants to be the ruler.” She nodded, though it was hard for her to imagine a people so peaceful that everyone could agree on one ruler for the whole planet.
The interior of the Solta’s home was similar to the outside, but the walls were painted a soft lavender. The floors were the same hard clay that the walls were made of, but they were left bare other than a few well-placed throw rugs. There was very little furniture inside the house, and little decoration.
“The Solta is in contact with Toog at the moment.” Bramph whispered, leading them through a doorway what appeared to be a sitting room. “We must not disturb him.” Vegeta nodded, and shuffled over to a comfy looking chair, where he plopped down. He looked tired. “You two must be fatigued after your journey. Make yourselves comfortable and I will return shortly with refreshments.”
As Bramph pattered out of the room, Bulma chose a cushy green chair next to Vegeta’s. “So, how long do you think we’ll be on this planet?” she asked, settling in to the cushions.
“I don’t know. It depends on how long the Solta is in contact. It could go on for as little as a few minutes, but he has been known to open the channels for up to three weeks at a time.”
“THREE WEEKS?!?!” Bulma cried, jumping out of her chair. “We can’t stay here for three weeks!”
“Shhh.” Vegeta hissed. “You’ll disturb his meditation, baka. Show your host some respect for his hospitality.”
“Gomen…” Bulma muttered, sitting back down.
Bramph returned soon, carrying a tray of little pastries in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other. Just as the three were settling down though, a little old woman came bustling in, causing quite a stir.
“Where is he?” she called. “I heard that the Rouge Servant was here! Oh there you are Vegeta sama!” she cried, running over to hug Vegeta. “I had heard you landed on the planet and I just had to see it for myself! I didn’t expect to ever see you again after what happened.” she smiled up at Vegeta, who glared down coldly. The little woman seemed to realize her blunder though, for she quickly changed the subject. “Oh but Vegeta, you’ve grown so handsome in these ten years! You’ve grown up into a proper man, and your eyes have a look of wisdom in them. You’ve learned and seen much, ne? You seem stronger as well. You’ve finally filled out that body of yours. Yes, you have improved.”
“It is good to see you as well, Veahla.” he forced a smile, but Bulma could tell he was not happy to see the woman.
“Oh Vegeta!” she chuckled. “You always knew just what to say to a woman.”
“Yeah right.” Bulma muttered, and Veahla spun around to face her.
“Why child, I did not see you standing there!” she shuffled over to inspect Bulma a little closer. “Vegeta! Why did you not mention you had such a pretty mate?”
“Because she is not my mate, Veahla.”
“Why not? Oh never mind, there must be a reason you have not attempted to woo such a creature.” she shrugged.
“And how do you know he hasn’t?” Bulma asked, though she didn’t really know why.
“Because, child. When Vegeta decides to take a female, no woman can resist his seduction,” she stated.
“Great Grandmother? Where have you gone off too?” a young Servant of Toog came trotting into the room. He looked to be about nine or so. “There you are!”
“Ahhh…” Veahla seemed to grow uncomfortable in his presence. It was then that Bulma noticed Vegeta’s icy glare was directed at the child. “Huyv, you should not go barging into places uninvited.” she tried to scoot him out of the room.
“Is that Yelta’s boy?” Vegeta asked, out of nowhere.
“How do you know my mama?” Huyv turned to face the scowling prince. “She’s at work right now, but maybe she would like to see you.”
“That may be so, brat. But I don’t want to see your mama.” he growled, and then turned to face the women. “I’m going to take a walk.” he stalked out of the room, leaving a confused Bulma alone with the two Servants of Toog.
“Oh dear…” Veahla muttered, wringing her hands. “It seems we have upset him terribly.”
“Would somebody please tell me what is going on here?” Bulma sighed. “Who are you, who is the boy, who is Yelta, and why in Kami’s name is Vegeta so damn angry?!?!” she cried.
“You mean Vegeta has not told you?” Veahla’s eyes widened in shock.
“Vegeta never tells me anything about himself.” The human woman grumbled back. “All I know is that his planet was destroyed many years ago, and he was raised by Frieza. Then he came to Chikyuu. I know what happened after I met him, but between the whole ‘destruction of his planet’ thing and the time he first came to Chikyuu, I’m lost.”
“Well…I don’t think I should tell you something so personal, when he has purposely neglected to tell you himself…” Veahla seemed nervous, but Bulma could see that she really wanted to share the gossip.
“I’m not asking for his life story. I just want to know what’s going on.” she put her hands on her hips and gave Veahla a prize-winning glare.
“Oh my!” The old woman giggled. “You are so much like Vegeta it is amazing to see that he has not taken you for his mate!” Bulma waited, rolling her eyes, as Veahla calmed down a bit. “Well, Vegeta will probably skin me for this, if he finds out, but I will tell you that Yelta is my granddaughter. As you already know, Huyv is Yelta’s son, nine years old. What you do not know, and what is most important in this little scuffle, is that Vegeta and Yelta were engaged at a point, but we have not seen him in almost ten years, before today of course.” Veahla smiled. “The rest, I will leave for you to figure out, for it is not my place to go into details.” With that, she scurried out of the room, ushering little Huyv out with her.
Bulma sat for a moment, contemplating this small bit of information, before stumbling upon a possibility that she did not want to think about. “Oh my Kami…” she whispered to herself, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. “Could Huyv be…could he be Vegeta’s son?”

Chapter 8

Bulma sat for a moment, contemplating this small bit of information, before stumbling upon a possibility that she did not want to think about. “Oh my Kami…” she whispered to herself, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. “Could Huyv be…could he be Vegeta’s son?”
It was hard for Bulma to put on a smile until Yelta left, knowing that the man she had somehow fallen for could already have a son, and may still be in love with the mother. It felt almost as if her heart was breaking apart, but all the while she kept up a strong façade, and only after Yelta and Huyv left her alone with Bramph, did her resolve break.
“Is there something wrong, Miss Bulma?” The old Servant of Toog asked.
“I…” she stuttered back, “I have to go find Vegeta. I need to talk to him.” She made a move to get up, but Bramph’s hand was on her arm, stopping her.
“It would not be wise to go after him at this moment.” He said, guiding her back to her chair. “Vegeta is distressed at this moment, and it would be best if maybe you would bring up this issue with him at a more…tactful time. Perhaps after dinner he will have calmed down enough to discuss this.”
“But if I don’t talk to him right away, he’ll just bottle up these destructive emotions and I’ll never get them out of him!” she cried back.
“Vegeta’s emotions are destructive, child, and at the moment, he is probably focusing all of his energy into not destroying our homes and citizens.” he sent Bulma a tolerant smile. “If you try to talk to him before he is ready, you will only be hurt.”
“Vegeta has never hit me before, I don’t see why he would now.”
“But my child, who said I was talking about physical pain. While on this planet, out of respect for the Solta and Toog, Vegeta would not dare to give in to his violent nature. He will, more than likely, shut you out of his life for a while, and that would upset you, would it not?”
“I…I suppose you’re right.” Bulma sniffled back tears. “But what do I do till I can talk to him?”
“Come,” Bramph smiled and extended his hand. “I will show you around some more.”
The two spent the afternoon taking in all the sights of Capitol, Bramph explaining the significance of the way each house was built, each flowerbed was placed. It seemed that, to go with their particular religion, the Servants of Toog had a sort of Feng Shui. * They built and furnished their homes according to favorable directions and birth dates in order to enhance their experience with the god Toog. It wasn’t quite the same as Chikyuu’s Feng Shui, but it was fairly similar, and soon Bulma began to pick out Toog patterns and compare them to Chikyuu ones.
Even as she marveled at the similarities and differences between Toog society and her own, she could not help but to think of Vegeta, and the looming possibility that he could have a son and an unrequited love. The thought of Vegeta with another woman made her dizzy, and she nearly lost her lunch. Kami…why do I always pick the ones with other love interests?
An hour before dinner, Bramph and Bulma headed back to the center of Capitol so they could clean up and prepare for the evening meal. Because the Solta was still in contact, dinner was not a huge affair. It was just a simple meal, with light conversation, much, of which Bulma didn’t take notice of, for she was too busy watching Vegeta, and trying to see if he was still upset.
“Do you expect Solta to come out of Contact any time soon?” Vegeta questioned, after he took a sip of the hot liquid drink served with dinner, called oola.
“I estimate a day or two more, at most.” Bramph responded. “His meditation is not so deep as it has been, and I do not think there is much that Toog wishes to say.” Vegeta nodded, his curiosity obviously sated, and helped himself to a third chunk of grilled meat from the large platter in the center of the table. It seemed the cook had prepared well for his Saiyan appetite.
Dinner went by rather quickly, without mention of any anything unpleasant, and Vegeta soon retired to his room. Bulma followed suit, but before going to her own chambers, she rapped quickly on Vegeta’s door, pattering in quietly as he opened it to admit her.
Nervously, she sat on the bed and began to fiddle with her dress as Vegeta looked on, his patience failing quickly. “Vegeta…Are you okay?”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” his gruff voice responded sharply.
“Well…after what happened today, with Veahla mentioning Yelta and…and the boy…” she trailed off, looking to the floor. “Do you want to talk about it at all?”
“No.” Came the cold response.
“Can I at least ask you a question then?” Bulma pleaded.
“Ask away.” Vegeta laughed coldly. “I just might not answer.”
Bulma scowled and furrowed her eyebrows, in a Vegeta-like manner, ready to yell. Realizing though, that she was walking on thin ice with this subject, she calmed herself. “I want to know Vegeta, if Huyv is your son.”
Vegeta seemed a bit taken aback by her bold inquisition, and he turned away, crossing his arms on his chest. Why? He wondered to himself. Why does she want to know? What does it matter to her if I have a son or not? She has already refused my mating offer…is it possible that she didn’t understand? Perhaps she has finally decided to follow her instincts…but do I still want her? After the pain she caused me, shouldn’t I be worried she’ll do it again? Is it really safe to become attached to this woman? I was caught up in passion on Imtor…but if that is only it, then why do I feel so strange around this female?
Bulma watched quietly as Vegeta’s mind warred with itself, obviously trying to decide what to tell her. Finally though, he turned and spoke, his voice cold and emotionless. “No woman, Huyv is no son of mine…and that is precisely the problem.”


You were

Angel Sanctuary

You were the spectator ever watching for the untamed part of me
The explorer I caught but a fleeting glimpse of.
The inviter of the untamed past your threshold
The inquisitor, unwanted, probing
The demander, wild, untamed as I
The challenger, provoking, maddening
The intrigue of my wandering soul,
The acceptant of my darkest ministrations
The vessel that held all the pain that flowed
The obsession that drove me to my knees
The light that blinded, that distracted in its purity
The confusion that forced my steps off your heavenly path
The chaos that reigned before my ultimate goal,
And the haven as I achieved it.
You were the one thing before my eyes before my death
The one hope of my hell-fated soul
The angel in the eternal struggle of my heart.
The only love, the only foe, the only equal.


You're gone

You’re gone

My wife was dead. My life was gone. I stood over her grave, my
heart was in my hands. I was never supposed to do so. As a warrior on a
destructive path it was I, who had been meant to die. It was her who was
supposed to mourn. But death never came no matter how many times I had commanded
it to me. And now I stood without her a fate worse then death even though I
would never admit that. Though I had abandoned my destructive nature for her
love, I had always pictured myself going first. My son was now a grown man of
thirty, a warrior with a pride to rival my own. But he never let it come between
him and his family as I had. As I still do since I had detached myself from
Bulma’s death. He was over handling the guests and the other baka humans
involved in this ridiculous meaningless ceremony. What was the point of it? It
didn’t bring my wife back. All it did was invite weak humans to feel pity for
me. And that’s the last thing I wanted. My mate would have understood that. That
was why she had left a request that there be no such exercise upon her death. It
was Kakorot’s idiot mate who had gone against her wishes. “Bulma had too many
friends who loved her for there to be no celebration of her life,” she had said.
I snorted at that comment. It rained, the people stood making unbearable noises,
and they wore baggy black clothing. Some celebration, what was worst is that
they played my mate’s favorite song at the funeral and now I can’t get it out of
my head. She had always been howling it in my ear and now I couldn’t forget how
much it reminded me of her.
I stood in the kitchen being yelled at for the millionth time
about the disrespect that I had apparently shown her family. It was right after
I had moved in for the first time.
“Vegeta, how can you be so inconsiderate to us. We’ve given you
food, shelter, and a place to train. Do you really thing I deserve this sort of
treatment?” she asked me.
“Shut up baka onna. I do not wish to explain myself to you. I
do what I want when I want. I am Saiyan no Ouji,” I shouted back. She glared at
me like she had done a thousand times before.
“How can you have so little humanity?” she asked. I
“I guess I wasn’t hugged enough when I was little,” I said
mockingly. I was surprised when I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw her
“I know. But your scars won’t heal unless you try to rise above
it Vegeta,” she said walking past him. I gritted my teeth. How did she see the
truth behind my words?
I said hello I think I’m broken
And though I was only joking
It took me by surprise when you agreed

“Onna you know nothing,” I spat. She wiped her tears.
“I know you don’t want to be lonely forever. I can see it in
your eyes. If you keep pushing me away like this you will be though my dear
Saiyan no Ouji,” she told him flatly. I stared into her eyes.
“You have Yamacha onna. Leave me to my own business while you
do,” I said bitterly. She smiled and walked up and kissed me on the cheek.
“I knew that bothered you,” she said happily.
I was trying to be clever.
For the life of me I never
Would have guessed how far the simple truth would lead.

(Flash back ends)
“Otousan, Otousan,” screamed Trunks as he walked out to me.
“Otousan, please come back in right now. You’re going to make yourself sick.” I
waved him away.
“Go back to your wife brat,” I told him. “Leave me to mine.” I
bent down in front of the tombstone and sighed.
“She wouldn’t want you to suffer,” he pointed out. I didn’t
“Hai,” I replied.
“Some people wonder if she knew you cared about her Otousan. Do
you?” he asked tentatively. I smirked.
“No,” I said simply, “No matter how hard I tried she knew. I
never could lie to her.”
Bulma had broken up with that idiot Yamacha again. I watched
her walk quietly up the stairs with a single tear streaming down her face. I was
just finished my training and I was pretty beat up. I never was planing on
telling anyone that though. I felt a pang in my chest I couldn’t ignore. I was
forced by some cruel force to go upstairs and make sure she was okay. Her door
was open and I saw her standing with her back to me. She must have sensed my
“I’m fine aritago,” she said, “It was nice of you to come check
on me.” I scowled at the implication.
“I was not checking on you onna. I am in need of being feed and
your Okasan is not here,” I said indignantly. She laughed humorously.
“Whatever Vegeta,” she said softly, “I heard the gravity
machine blow up again. You’re hurt aren’t you?” she said it more as a
“I am fine and I am none of your concern,” I said sharply. She
laughed; she actually dared to laugh at the Saiyan no Ouji.
“You’re lying on both counts,” she said proudly. My anger rose
and I decided to scare her so I powered up and formed a small ki ball in my
hand. She turned around and looked at me with a smirk that could rival my own.
Slowly she strode over to me and leaned over and blew the ki ball out. “That may
intimate Krillian and Yamacha but it will do nothing against me. I’ll have
bandages and food downstairs in a few minutes if you can swallow that pride of
yours and come down.” I rained in my shock. But couldn’t help but be impressed
and compelled to follow her.
You knew all my lines
You knew all my tricks
You knew how to heal that pain
No medicine can fix

I walked down and sat down at the table across from her. She
placed a huge plate of food in front of me. As I ate she annoyingly applied
cream to my wounds and wrapped them. I scowled and grabbed her arm gently. I
expected her to flinch but she didn’t she just stared into my eyes with worry.
No one had ever not been afraid of my touch. Even when I was just a child Freeza
took me and made me a killer and before that I was a prince that everyone had to
bow and scrape to. I found that it felt…good. I wasn’t upset by it; I kind of
enjoyed it. So I let her go and kissed her. She did not break away or even
flinch she just returned it. And I found myself feeling happiness for the first
time. Wrapping my arms around her I took her upstairs and made my first
And I bless the day I met you
(Flashback ends.)
“Otousan you can’t remain out here,” said Trunks bringing me
out of the memory.
“Leave brat. How many more times do I have to tell you? I wish
to stay with her a little longer. Do not be afraid I don’t intend to drown
myself in the soil,” I spat.
“You should be thankful of the things you still do have
otousan. You probably did not deserve most of them,” he pointed out. I
“Go to your wife boy. The moments you have together are brief,”
I tell him wearily.
And I thank god that he let you.
Lay beside me for a moment that lives on.
And the good news is I’m better for the time we spent
And the bad news is you’re gone.
Bulma stood in Trunks’ room rocking him gently the night after
my future son returned to his time. She turned around when she heard me enter.
She looked so much more content then she used to. The child had matured her and
made her no longer regret the hasty path we had took that night. She seemed to
have embraced the bond we had more too. The unfortunate part was that I began to
think it was my weakest point so I stopped acknowledging its existence.
“Vegeta, why do you stand there so sad? Cell is defeated there
is time for life now. Did I not make it clear that we could have one?” she asked
me calmly.
“I do not need you onna. And I don’t know why you think I have
such a great chance for life now. I have no more rival. Kakorot is gone. His son
is a superior warrior. Tell me what purpose a warrior without an enemy has,” I
said coldly. She frowned and shoved the child in her arms into my hands. I
looked up at her confused.
“That is your purpose Saiyan no Ouji if you are warrior enough
to accept it. If you are man enough to be an otousan. It requires a lot of
training. And it requires a bettering of yourself, I have already learned that,”
she spoke these words and then kissed me lovingly on the lips. Then she left. I
stared down at little Trunks and thought perhaps that the onna is not a huge
baka after all.
Looking back it’s still surprising.
I was sinking you were rising
With a look you caught me in mid-air.
(Flashback ends.)
“Bra still needs you,” said my son.
“She is almost eighteen. She will have her own life soon as you
do,” I reply.
“She is waiting for us,” he said.
“Then you better go and tell her it will be a while,” I said.
Finally he flew away and left me there. I touched the tombstone again and
realized that the problem had been that it had been too soon. The over thirty
years we had been together had passed in the blink of an eye even though I had
followed all the rules for most of it. All the pain, death and suffering that I
had caused and seen in my early life had nearly been wiped out by her love why
in Kami’s name was she not allowed to stay and finish the job. I needed her and
that hurt my Saiyan pride more now than it did when she was alive. Perhaps
because when she was near there was no need to speak of it. A tear slipped down
my face as place the single rose I had collected on my way to the ceremony on
her grave. I cried out in anger and frustration.
Now I know God has his reasons.
But sometimes it’s hard to see them.
When I awake to find that you’re not there.
Bulma was on the phone with Kakorot’s mate as she always was.
But this time it was special, at least to her. She was calling to tell her about
our decision to get married.
“Chi Chi it’s incredible. He has actually put all the pride he
has aside and agreed to make an honest woman out of me,” she said happily
joking. I listened to the conversation and could not understand why all of a
sudden my mate’s face fell. “Chi Chi, I know he has his problems. And I do
remember that he tried to kill Goku. But he never did anything to harm me and I
refuse to allow you to say such horrible things against him. Everyone has their
crosses to bear.” There was another pause this one caused a tear to roll down
her face. “Fine then if that’s the way you feel about it don’t come to the
wedding. I can’t believe you are being such a bakayaro,” with that she slammed
down the phone and started to sob. I decided to try not and care so I began to
walk away from her. She must have sensed me. “Oh no you don’t Saiyan no Ouji,”
she called to me. “I am your wife to be and I am sobbing and damn it I’m going
to have a husband who will comfort me.”
The tone of her voice was commanding and the hurt on her face
was unbearable. So I crossed to her and pulled her close to me as she
“It’ll be alright onna. You shouldn’t let humans upset you,” I
“I am a human baka,” she pointed out.
“Not anymore now you’re the mate of the Saiyan no Ouji,” I
assured her. She looked up at me and started laughing.
“Vegeta-chan, I knew you could be better then anyone expected
you to be,” she said happy again. She was laughing so hard it was contagious and
I let out a dry giggle. It was the first time I had laughed at anything but
suffering since I was an infant.
You found hope in hopeless.
You made crazy sane
You became the missing link
That helped me break my chains.
(Flashback ends)
“Vegeta,” said a voice I thought I recognized. I looked up from
my wife’s grave to find a vision of Kami standing there. “Lost your soul mate
have you?” I glared at him. I was not in the mood.
“Go away. You and your kind took my mate,” I snapped.
“We did. Fate decided that she would go first since Bra still
being young needed someone to protect her. For obvious reasons you were deemed
more suitable to do that,” he said simply.
“Aren’t you afraid of what I will do to the world,” I asked
“We were but you’ve changed. You can never do those horrible
things again not since her. I guess that is the greatest revenge of the souls
you’ve hurt. Now you have to be lonely and be an otousan to your children. And
you have not the mentality to take your anger out on the earth, as you would
have done before. But don’t worry the punishment is already not as severe as it
would have been,” he declared. I didn’t want to hear this. But his last
statement made me curious.
“Oh why is that?” I asked.
“Your onna has just finished arguing your case. You’ve been
granted a place in heaven with her when the time comes. She even offered to have
herself be sent to hell to be with you had you not been let in,” he informed me.
I smiled.
“You would have had to take my life. Onna would not have lasted
ten minutes in hell,” I said.
“We were aware that’s why we looked extra hard for means to
allow you into heaven. It was easier then we thought,” he said casually, “Now
return to your family. Bulma says to tell you that she loves you Saiyan no Ouji.
Do you have a message back to her?” I shook my head.
“If I needed to send one back we wouldn’t have made it as far
as we did,” I replied. Kami frowned.
“It wouldn’t kill you though,” he said disapprovingly as he
I guess it was time. I had to leave her there alone. I had to
return to my children and care for them until fate deemed it my turn. I turned
to fly off but with one last look at the grave I whispered “I love you too.”
And I bless the day I met you
And I thank god that he let you
Lay beside me for a moment that lives on
And the good news is I’m better
For the time we spent together
And the bad news is you’re gone
The bad news is you’re gone.