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"The Other Side Of Vegeta"Written By: Elanya Disclaimer: I do not own any portion or characters
of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities
for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira
Toryama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers
Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression
of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please.
Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING!
This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating for language (we all know that
Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence.
Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion
is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta
is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma/Chichi/Yamcha
bashing. Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any
ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please
note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just
worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence.
My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME
AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Lemon Pairings: Vegeta x Goku Summary: Bulma and Vegeta have broken up-she throws him out after he misses one too many holidays. Through a series of accidents, Vegeta's long buried emotional gentler side emerges. Vegeta and Goku, along with Trunks, Goten and Bura(I'm not too crazy over her english name), all live on an island princedom away form civilization although, the other Z-Sensi know of their hideaway.
"The Other Side Of Vegeta" CHAPTER VI KEEP HOPE ALIVE As Vegeta and company continued on their way down the
mall, the prince and princess barely looked at one another since the
kiss. Trageta carried his sister who had fallen asleep not soon after
the little snack.
Once in the master bedroom, Vegeta stripped then went to stand under the cool pulsating spray of the shower and he begin to relax. He had no idea he had become so tensed! He felt as tightly wound as a top and he searched his mind for a cause. He hadn’t trained at all nor had he sparred. Maybe the cause was the encounter at the bank and the incident with his ex. Or perhaps it was the way he had handled the baby when he found that she was prepared to blast that witch for bad mouthing her daddy. He couldn’t blame the brat. After all, the woman did admit to wanting to kill the three of them. Hmm, what would that woman do now, when she found out that his highness would be more protected than any Earth dignitary would? That Saiya-jin were loyal to their monarchs and would even stake their own life to save that monarch? That would tighten the curl in her blue hair. No, this tension came from having to be rough on the two female beings, which had meant the most to him until a half-hour ago, and they were Cilvanti and Ariadne. Why? Because he had never had to reprimand Cilvanti and it had ripped him apart to toss Ariadne, the third grown female outside of Kayla and Ceraina that he had ever loved, and treat her so roughly. Yes, that was it. He had to stop letting his heart get involved with those creatures, it hurt when you had to put them away, they threw you out, they found another got sent away or all of the above. Yes, females were bad for the male nervous system but then he hadn’t exactly had a woman in the four years since Bulma had tossed him to the curb and his one true love had been sent from his life three years ago. Maybe that’s why Trageta and Goten hadn’t found the right ones and preferred one another‘s company. Oh, sure there was Marron, but she was as dizzy as her mother sometimes and played the two young Saiyans like toys. Nonetheless, after the refreshing shower, if it could be called such, Vegeta toweled himself dry then went to search for an outfit for the mid-afternoon. He really must check into hiring some help around here. I mean, honestly, a prince having to do such things by and for himself was totally asinine! And he was the only son of nobility that he knew who did things for his own being. It was hard to believe that it was just shy of two in the afternoon. It seemed like forever. Maybe he’d go meditate and get his nerves together. Oh, well, the prince opened a closet that would make any fashion model or woman want to hurt the prince, as every shirt was as crisp as if it had just been purchased. Every pair of slacks were creased to perfection even his casual jeans and coordinated with the shirts. Sport’s shoes, men’s dress shoes and white boots all stood in a straight line at full attention like a well-trained army. Vegeta finally decided on a pair of deep blue jeans and an Hawaiian styled shirt printed with the entire Z-Sensi faces, although he hated to have Kakarrot’s mug on the front and his own on the back, but beggars couldn’t be choosy. After he had dressed, he grabbed a pair of blue and white sneakers, then left his room after he had spritzed a little JOOP for men on his neck and open chest-he had put a blue muscle shirt underneath the printed one-then he left his room. The path from his room took him passed Cilvanti’s
playroom where the sound of laughter emitted. The loudest ones belonging
to his own baby girl and Pan. Vegeta stopped by the room and found
Princess Aphrodite, Prince Sonra’s wife, young Princess Artemis
and his own sister, Princess Kayla playing dolls with Cilvi, Pan and
Naila. Vegeta tried to remain hard and rigid, but this was his baby sister who had melted his stony heart the minute their mother had pushed her into the universe. The prince turned and looked down at her concerned face. If there was one thing about his first baby, she cared for others. He had seen that in the five short years they had been together. Vegeta dropped his eyes from hers and shook his head. “Hey, Vegeta, we gonna eat or what? I’m hungry!” a familiar whine emitted from the house. Vegeta shook his head and rolled his eyes skyward. ‘Bakayaro! Good thing Bulma never…Whoa! What the hell am I thinking? She’s with another, now, and none of my concern,’ Vegeta scolded himself for his thoughts, put his arm around Kayla then the sibs returned to the house where the prince quickly changed his attire so that he, his son, Goku and his sons could go hunt for lunch. “Ouji, my we accompany you on the hunt?” Fuyung asked and bowed to Vegeta. Kale stood beside the guard. Vegeta nodded and the Saiya-jin males left to go hunting. “Hey, Vegeta!” Logan called and the group halted their progress. “Scott and I wanna come. Nothin’ like livin’ off the land,” Logan laughed and was invited to join. “This will be training lesson number one: Learning to sense your prey. Out here you have to rely on your senses of smell and hearing. Your chi levels are higher than that of average humans, due in part to your mutations, so we will be able to distinguish you from the prey. We wouldn’t want to accidentally blast comrades, now would we? As training progresses, we will teach you how to feel ki and distinguish whose is whose. Logan, you and Scott hunt the ground. Kakarrot and Gohan love to fish, so they hunt the water. Goten and Trageta will hunt the ground with you. And I want no monkey business, you two. Stay with Logan and Scott as they do not know the terrain, nor can they fly. Kale, you, Fuyung and I will gather from the trees and bushes. Disperse!” Elder Prince Vegeta ordered and the group went their separate ways. The hunt usually didn’t take long as fishing always yielded quick results. However, this afternoon, the hunters were rewarded with a nest full of dinosaur eggs. Goten and Trageta were in the nest hoisting the gems high enough so that they could fly them out of the nest. At that moment, Logan cried out, “Guys, get outta the nest! I think mamma’s coming!” His eyes were wide as saucers as he watched the approach of a giant winged creature The two young Saiya-jin looked up in time to see the creature descend, and with a mighty screech, the bird picked up both Trageta and Goten in its talon and flew off. The bird had captured the boys in such a way as to pin their arms to their sides. Logan and Scott stood in horror as they watched the bird make off with the two young worriers, whose screams alerted the other hunters. Damn those two fools, what were they up to, now? Those two together were worse than any two natural disasters the Earth could ever put forth. Goten was strong but as brain-dead as his old man and Trunks…Well, he was his Outusan’s double in looks as well as arrogant pride and personality, but he was stronger than Outusan would ever be and the elder prince was slowly accepting the fact. Nonetheless, mid-ranged male screams emitted through the canyon where the team hunted and Vegeta had lost the prey he, Kale and Fuyung had been stalking to begin with. Grr! May as well go see what mischief those two miscreants have fallen into that required the expert to get them out of. Powering up, Vegeta was off like a shot followed by his brother and elite guard. The three warriors reached the area where Logan and Scott stood staring up into the afternoon sky. Their mouths hung open in disbelief. They hovered and Vegeta called, “Logan! Where’s my son and his friend?” Logan could only point in the direction in which the bird had flown. At that moment, Goku and Gohan joined the group and they had two huge fish over their shoulders. Vegeta called to Goku. “Hey, Kakarrot, our sons are missing! You want yours back, I suggest that you come find him!” and with that, Vegeta flew off after he had instructed Kale to go back to the palace with Gohan and take Logan and Scott. As the two mighty Saiyan elders sped to the location of the screams, Vegeta’s heart began to beat faster each time he felt his son’s chi become shallower and shallower. He dared not show his concern around this lower class wart, who probably knew that the prince was dying inside. Suddenly, the two halted in mid air as a gruesome scene met their eyes. Their sons lay on the ground covered in blood as the giant bird prepared to make Goten its lunch. “Kaaa Meee Haaa Meee Haaa!” Goku charged his most powerful blast and threw it at the creature. At the same time Vegeta yelled, “Final Flash!” Simultaneously, huge beams of energy left the hands of the two warriors and connected with the bird. Instantaneously, the bird had been disintegrated and the Outusans flew down to their injured sons “Shit! Shit! Shit! Trageta, talk to me!” Vegeta tried to wake his son. “Damn it! Goten! Hey, buddy, get up!” Goku also shook his boy. Neither received a response. Goku looked at the prince. “Do you have a tank?” Vegeta hung his head and shook it in the negative. Drawing a deep breath to steady his emotions once again, he replied, “Y-you take Goten to New Namek II and I’ll go face that first class grade A bitch, Bulma. Y-you wouldn’t happen to have any senzu beans until, would you?’ Vegeta had not looked at the other warrior and kept his face averted. “I-I thought you always kept a stash.” Goku knew Vegeta was close to tears again but didn’t let the highborn one know that. “Ung! At Capsule Corp! C’mon, the longer we wait the shorter their lives get. I’ll go crazy if I lose this boy!” Vegeta said in a near whisper, gently picked up Trunk’s broken body as Goku did Goten’s and the two flew off. Vegeta sent a telepathic message. ‘Whoever can receive this. Tell Kayla, Cilvanti and Gohan their Outusans had to go into town. Mirai Vegeta and Goten had an accident while hunting.’ Once in the vicinity of the city, the two went separate ways. Goku arrived at Piccolos and Vegeta, pride and emotion choking his air supply off, arrived at Capsule Corp. Outusan threw his son over his shoulders and rang the bell. He stood at the door and feared the worse. He nearly jumped from his skin as she opened the door. “What the…Trunks! What the hell did you do to him, Vegeta?” Bulma screeched when her eyes caught sight of her blood-drenched son. “I did nothing to him! He met with a hunting accident! Now, outta my way, woman! I gotta get him into the tank before he dies!” Vegeta pushed passed an amazed Bulma and headed straight to the treatment room. The elder prince sat his young prince into the tank then hooked up the breathing mask and monitors then closed and locked the tank. Vegeta entered the codes for the boy’s speicies and watched as the tank filled with the synthetic DNA of the Saiya-jin. “All right, Prince High and Mighty Saiya-jin, just what the hell do you think you’re doing in my house spreading your monkey filth all over the place? I just had this place exterminated from whatever had been crawling on you when we were together and I don’t care for a repeat performance! How long is this gonna take? I’m expecting company in about five hours so you and your monkey tailed offspring had better be off my premises before six-thirty!” Bulma screamed. “It shouldn’t take much longer than that. I didn’t want to come here in the first place, but since Kakarrot had taken his brat to Piccolo’s, this was the only other tank available! Would it be ok if I leave him here, you are his mother, are you not?” Bulma nodded. “H-have you eaten?” Now, what made her ask that stupid ass question? What did she care if he ate or not. Damn, it was getting hot in that room! She’d have to see about having a cooling unit installed. “Why should you care?” his reply was matter-of-fact. “You know I don’t!” She turned to leave but her legs wouldn’t move. “Th-thank you,” she muttered. “For what? Bulma bit her lip as she tried to reply. God, he had gotten so much more handsome than he had been when they were together and that body! That was still a work of art in any form. Oh, what she wouldn’t give…Whoa, Bulma! What the hell are you thinking? This is the being, which had caused you more pain and damage emotionally than Yamcha ever had. “M-momma gave me a stack of gifts earlier. She said they had all come from you. Why did you never give them to me yourself?” A sharp sting went right through Vegeta and he had to hold onto the tank for support. He had forgotten he had hidden those gifts in the GR. “A-after I found the first gift near the trash, I-I vowed never to present you with anything as long as we were together.” Bulma could hear the strain in his voice as he made his reply. “W-where did she find them?” his voice cracked with raw emotion. He tried hard to squelch the feelings he had once held for this example of frailness. “We were cleaning out the GR when we found a bunch of capsules all marked ‘for Bulma’ with dates of anniversaries, birthdays and other holidays. Vegeta, I didn’t know. I thought it was just a simple neck chain that you got from some mall store. Dad told me where it had come from. I-I’m sorry,” she said softly. She had a desire to wrap him in her arms and comfort him. She could still sense him even though they had not been together for nearly five years Vegeta waved a gloved hand, as he stood with his rigid back to her. “I’m not that cheap. Whenever I’ve given something, it was something I had made myself or had made by someone else for that person,” he shook his head, his body shaking in effort to control the sadness, which was tearing him apart. He would not let her see him in this abject state. He had to hold himself together. He needed Kayla’s comfort but she was back home in the desert wilderness with the others. Just then the kitchen phone rang and Bulma went to answer it. Vegeta let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding. God, how he wanted to turn around, take her in his arms, whisk her off to the guest room and make her his all over… AAAHHH! Where had that come from! There was no way in this dimension or the next that he would ever mate with that momma maxima prime, 1st class grade-A bitch again! He’d rather die than to go through that nightmare again. He needed a mate, sure, but he wasn’t that desperate. Hell, he’d sooner mate Kakarrot if anything! Shaking his head, the prince wiped whatever moisture had spilled out of his eyes, sat beside his son’s tank and closed his eyes to rest. Vegeta must have drifted into a coma because the next thing he was aware of was an automated voice saying, “Patient is waking up!” The prince jumped to his feet, drained the tank, unhooked his son and gave the boy a towel “Thanks. Outusan, what are we doing at Capsule Corporation?” Trageta asked as he toweled off “You and Goten had an accident. Kakarrot took Goten to Piccolo’s and I brought you here. This place has the only other tank in town until I have a few installed at the palace. I’ll be outside. Join me when you’ve finished,” Vegeta instructed and left the treatment room only to find his path to the outside world meant passing by Bulma, who sat twirling the phone wire around her delicate finger as she used to do his black-brown stands of hair “Dad, are you ok?” Trageta asked and Vegeta nodded “Why don’t you start back and I’ll meet you there in a little while. I need to speak to the woman for a minute,” Vegeta told Trageta, who nodded and left Bulma soon hung up the phone and turned to see…”Vegeta, what the hell are you still doing here? Your son just left and I suggest that you do the same.” She went over to the door and held it open Well, so much for wanting to make amends. Holding his head high, Vegeta walked to the door but a pressure on his chest stopped his progress. Call it insanity! Call it an impulse, but the reason would probably haunt the high born prince for the rest of his life. One look at the bewitching beauty he had once been mated to was all it took for him to become a puddle of goo and as weak as…Kakarrot! Damn, what a mind blowing thought! Her arm raised on its own volition and coiled itself around Vegeta's neck like a viper. She moved seductively around to stand in front of him, brought her other hand up and framed his face. Her intention was clear and he was powerless to do anything to fight it. He had wanted to feel her one last time. Wanted to taste her sweet lips with his own and his tongue. His tail gave an involuntary twitch as thoughts of what he could do with it filtered into his mind. There was nothing to do but surrender. She had out maneuvered him and now he was her captive. Bulma looked up into his dark eyes searching for any sign of hatred and revulsion but found none. “This is to say ‘good-bye,” she whispered close to his mouth. “This is to say, ‘I’m sorry for being an ass and not realizing what a good thing I had, Bulma-chan’. I-I did love you in my own way,” he said in a whisper then allowed his lips to become one with hers and the two lost themselves in the kiss. Suddenly a rush of air snapped Bulma back to reality. Vegeta had pushed her away and flew from the house. Damn, how could he have allowed himself to be sucker punched like that and by the 1st class grade-A bitch herself? God, he was such a fool. She belonged to another, now, and he hoped that they would be very happy. Trageta had stayed over CC and hovered above the complex. He had seen the entire exchange and shook his head. Throwing his hands up in surrender, the boy concluded that parents were the one enigma the Good Lord above did not intend offspring to understand. Phasing from his present position, Trageta returned to the palace. Why the hell had he allowed her to do that and confound his senses more so than they had been the last few days? God, he had to get off this planet and put as many light years between himself and that woman as possible. Kale and Kayla had to have come from somewhere and wherever it was that was where the Saiya-jin were destined to belong. Very well, that was the final destination as soon as every Earthbound Saiya-jin had been gathered. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t have to be. Vegeta remembered that the new Earth dragon, which Dende had created during the battles with the mighty Cell, had the power to grant two wishes. Yes, that was the answer! He’d locate the balls-he had copied and modified Bulma’s dragon radar-summon the dragon and make the wishes. Of course, the event would occur at Little Vegeta. With that solution coursing through his mind, Vegeta became empowered with a new zeal! A zeal he hadn’t felt since he’d first attained the SSJ level of power. He had to tell the others of his idea.
“I can always go ask Dende or Piccolo if it is possible. If not, Vege, I may have to take you to Namek to use their db’s. That’s how you got revived and off planet before it exploded. Maybe the same can be done to get our people home,” Goku said as he stuffed his face with a light snack of two dinosaur steaks, twelve hot dogs and a mountain of rice, which he and Gohan had prepared “You two may be the most powerful warriors in the universe, but I’ll be damned if either one of you can cook. As long as I’ve let you hang around this place, you mean to tell me the only habit you picked up from me is my foul language? No matter, a warrior doesn’t really need that skill, but a bachelor with two offspring and an adopted son, definitely needs it,” Vegeta said as he tried to choke down the black pieces of rice bits, shook his head, got up off the floor and headed for the kitchen. “How can anybody eat this slop? It’s not even fit for a Saiya-jin,” Fuyung complained. Just then the televiewer sounded to signal an incoming call. Goku answered the call via the television screen and was surprised when the image became clear. “Oh, Mrs. Briefs, hi! Wazzup?” the cheery warrior asked. “Hi, Goku, kids, everyone. Is Vegeta around?” Adelaide Briefs asked just as the subject in question walked out of the kitchen with a slab of dinosaur meat and a gallon jug of Gatorade. “Oh, Adelaide, hi! Anything wrong or did you call to talk with the kids?” he asked as he set the plate of food and drink on a table for his family and friends to dig into. “It’s a social call, hun. I understand you came by today, hmmm? You didn’t stop to see me, you naughty boy,” Adelaide said in her flirtatious manner of speech which could make the mightiest warrior blush. Vegeta was glad that his hair now hid most of his face as he had turned an incredibly deep shade of red. “Yeah. Whatever. So, what’s the deal?” he asked as he picked up the jug and chugged the contents “Oh, yeah. After you left, I asked Bulma what we were gonna do with the Gravity Chamber. She said to try and sell it but I suggested that she let you have is since it was your play toy, after all. It needs repair from the last accident but Bulma’s gonna give you all the parts and things needed. She also said she’d throw in the dragon radar as part of the divorce settlement,” Adelaide replied Vegeta shook his head. “But I never asked her for anything, not even child support or alimony. I just wanted out and my children with me. What brought this on? “Hmm? Oh, that new man of hers. Between you and me, he’s an annoying ass, worse than you,” Addie laughed Vegeta smirked, “I find that hard to believe. After what I put you all through…I’m really sorry, and tell Bulma that I accept both the GR and the DR. I’ll send the boys around to collect them. “It’s here when you want it, sweetheart, and so is a mountain of food, but don’t let the lovebirds know I brought it for you,” Mrs. Briefs smiled then bade everyone good-bye, but not before, “Oh, Vegeta, who are those three? I’ve never seen them before,” she shook her head The prince looked and noticed that he had failed to introduce his sibs and their guard. “This is my brother, Kale, his twin sister, Kayla and their elite guard Fuyung,” the prince smiled as he put a hand on his brother’s shoulder “What? You mean there’s more of you monkey-tailed freaks of the universe? I thought Frieza had wiped those baboons out of existence?” a strident, high-pitched voice shrieked Vegeta’s temper went from calm to volcanic at the sound of that voice and in a voice so calm that the room vacated, and through clenched teeth, Vegeta hissed, “Adelaide, tell that 1st class grade-A bitch to get off the line! It’s one thing to insult me, but to insult my family and my race is quite another and that I will not tolerate! One more outburst like that and-“ Vegeta never got to complete the sentence for it was disrupted by a scream From out of nowhere, Kayla entered the den engulfed in a blue-white glow and hands positioned to fire. “No one insults Ichison and lives! Take this, bitch!” she snarled but before she could let the blast fly, Vegeta tackled her and dragged her to an opened window where the blast was released “What the hell do you think you’re doing, little girl? That’s an image and not real! You wanna blast the real thing, ask your niece to take you over there! I’m sure the child would be delighted, otherwise, woman, get a grip on yourself!” Vegeta snarled in a language Bulma had heard him and Goku talking in “Bulma, honey, I swear, for as smart as you are, you sure don’t put that head to good use sometimes. Now, apologize to Vegeta for insulting his family and for that outburst,” Adelaide cautioned her daughter “Don’t bother. The boys will be over to get the gravity trainer and radar. Thank you, Bulma. Thanks, Adel, you’ve always tried to be kind to me but I was too blind to accept it. Have a good day,” the prince bade as he held his sister and his tone had softened. Vegeta looked into Kayla’s eyes, which were downcast in shame, and then she slid to the floor in abject humility. “Forgive me, Ichison, I was out of place, but I just couldn’t bare her insulting you like that!” the princess nearly cried, her black head buried in her hands. “You understood her?” Vegeta gasped in surprise. “Cilvi translated for me. That’s my niece and nephew’s breeder? You had to have been either insane, desperate or lonely,” Kayla shook her head Vegeta dropped his head as he replied “You have no idea,” and with that, the prince called everyone back into the room to eat. ~ * ~ |
