Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ! The Ankh: The purple haired boy had taken Goku aside from the rest of the Z gang and was telling him of what would come to pass in the next several years.
“… So you see, these androids come and kill everyone. I, Gohan, and mom are the only ones left from the gang.”
“Gee, that’s terrible. And you say that Vegeta is your dad? Ha! Vegeta is a daddy!”
“Please try to be serious Goku, this is a matter of life and death.”
“Right. So who is your mom? Do I know her?”
“Yea, she is… What? Did you feel that?”
An enormous power serge came from the sky. A creature more powerful than Furiza and all his henchmen combined was headed toward the earth at a rapid pace. The atmosphere rent as his pod plummeted to the earth’s surface only miles from where the gang was, at the moment. Being the heroes they were Goku and company sped toward earth’s new threat in hopes of saving the world yet again.
When they arrived they saw a gruesome sight. An entire town had been decimated by the impact of the pod. A huge crater had formed and out from it crawled a muscular creature with blue skin and black dred-like hair.
Snickering to himself, this creature emerged from the crater and gazed at the Z gang.
“Who are you and what do you want?” called Goku.
“I am Tarnak the Immortal and I want to rule your world.” Spoke the creature hautilly.
“I’m afraid I cannot allow you to do that,” The brave Goku spoke.
“Right, you’re the hero I suppose. Well, every planet has one. Time to die hero.”
Goku charged Tarnak at threw many punches and kicks with no avail. Within the first 10 minutes of their fight Tarnak seemed to grow bored and simply took hold of Goku’s head and ripped it off his neck like taffy.
“Dad!” Screamed Gohan as he attacked his father’s murderer. The purple haired boy from the future tried to stop young Gohan but merely shared the same fate as the young boy.
“Three heroes down, any more to go?” Laughed Tarnak as he dropped the last two corpses.
“Guys,” whispered Krillin, “We need to get outta here. On the count of three fly for it! We’ll all meet at CC later. Right?” Bulma, Yamcha, Piccolo, and Vegeta all nodded their heads in agreement.
“Alright. 1…2…3!” Yelled Krillin as everyone shot off in separate directions. But Krillin didn’t make it. As Yamcha flew Bulma away they could hear Krillin’s bloody scream and the sound of his terrible end.
They remaining members of the Z gang, four in number, met at CC and to collect supplies. That night, in a closed area off the coast of Japan they shelter themselves in one of Bulma’s capsule homes and make plans.
“We have to wish them back!” Bulma repeated for the seventh time and still in shock.
“We can’t Bulma, sweetie. Goku and Krillin have already been wished back before and you can't do it twice. We don’t even know who the purple haired guy was so we can’t bring him back and to bring Gohan, only a little boy, back into this world with this monster wouldn’t be right.” Soothed Yamcha.
“Yes, you’re right.”
“We need to find the Dragon Balls.” Said Piccolo.
“What will we do when we get them?”
“Woman, we will wish for a weapon strong enough to defeat that monster.”
“Since when do you care, Vegeta!?”
“Since this mud ball has become a temporary home for me.”
“A home? That’s so sweet.”
“Shut up!”
“I think everyone is tired and emotionally sick. We all need to go to bed. Yamcha, Vegeta, and I will take shifts on look out.” Decided the strong green man.
“I don’t trust him. He’s a murderer monster.” Yelled Yamcha.
“Listen Yamcha, The monster out there looking for us is a lot worse and far more frightening than Vegeta. Plus, Vegeta is one of us now and the Z gang sticks together always.” Bulma said.
“Woman, I am not one of your weak pathetic emotional Z fighter,” spat Vegeta. Yamcha spoke at the same time.
“Fine Bulma, but I still don’t trust him.”
“Alright, Piccolo or Vegeta take the first shift. I’m going to bed. Yamcha?”
“Oh, right.” He said as he followed his beautiful girlfriend. After they had left Vegeta and Piccolo spoke together awhile.
“Do you really believe we can defeat this Tarnak when even Kakkorot could not?”
“We must try Vegeta.”
“I believe we will all die trying.”
“Most likely.”
The two once evil beings sat there quietly contemplating what was to happen, or at least Piccolo was. Piccolo noticed Vegeta staring, with an angry scowl on his face, off in the direction of the capsule home, where Bulma and Yamcha were “sleeping.”
“What? What do you sense?!” asked the alarmed Piccolo. He hadn’t sensed any danger; but then again Vegeta was much stronger than he was.
“Nothing. Why do you ask, Namek?”
“Then we were you… Oh.”
“ ‘Oh’ What?” Asked Vegeta suspiciously.
“ Nothing.”
“Good.”
“You know…, it’s a natural.”
“What!”
“To be jealous.”
“I AM NOT!” he roared.
“Yes you are.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not, am not, am not, amnotamnotamnot!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Are too, are too, are too, aretooaretooaretoo!!!!!!!!!!”
5 nights and 2 dragon balls later-
‘The Namek was right,’ thought Vegeta bitterly. He was on the second shift, Piccolo was meditating, and the lovers were, well, loving. ‘I am jealous of him. Why does she choose to have a weak mate? I am the strongest one here! On my planet a female almost always chose the strongest mate so he could protect her and the brats. But on this planet people chose mates for “love.” Love is a flimsy human emotion and I am strong.’
6 nights and 3 dragon balls later-
“What does the radar tell you, Bulma?”
“The dragon ball is so close, I can feel it!”
“Woman! You’ve said that 6 times now! It’s dark and we’re in a cave with no light except that blinking red mark on that stupid radar! Let’s camp and find it first thing in the morning.”
“Are you giving up, Vegeta? Because damn it! I’m not. So if you want to go rest your weak body while all those people are dying, be my guest!”
The cave floor lurched under Bulma’s feet as she insulted the saiyen prince. She tripped and fell and ironically the cave floor gave way and she fell through it.
As the cave floor had done moments before, Vegeta’s heart lurched at Bulma’s prominent death.
“Woman!” He screamed as he dove by the ruble and began to dig her out. He was joined only seconds later by Yamcha and Piccolo. They threw cave pieces aside and finally, after what seemed an eternity, found the bleeding Bulma.
“Woman, what did you do this time?” Vegeta really wanted to ask her if she was hurt and how could he help, but his pride would not allow it.
“ I found the dragon ball.” She said sheepishly and passed out.
Vegeta lifted her from the wreckage and began to inspect her wounds. Yamcha kept asking Vegeta if she was going to be all right and if Vegeta knew what he was doing.
“Make yourself useful, human, and find me some bandages.”
Yamcha did so and Piccolo smartly and quietly hovered out of Vegeta’s way. Bulma was fine, none of her injuries were lethal and Vegeta had her bandaged up in no time. She was still sleeping when it came Vegeta’s shift to watch over her and the camp.
Her breast rose and fell with each breath she took. Vegeta watched her quietly and studied her. She was quite beautiful, he noted. Small curved face with large blue pools for eyes. Her figure was slight, but nicely proportioned. But what he loved the most was her hair. Glossy and blue. That color blue did not exist on his home planet. The color was so beautiful it could not exist anywhere but her delicate body, or so he imagined.
Vegeta reached out a hand and caressed her cheek and hair. It felt as good as it looked.
Piccolo came up behind the “love-sick” saiyen.
“Told you.”
“Am not.”
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Hoped you liked it! This is only an introductory chapter. The actual plot won’t show till a few more chapters. But please read anyway!!!!!!!!
Thank you,
-Ifonly
Backed in a Corner (Part 1)