Chapter 5

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ!

 

 

 

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Vegeta pushed Bulma to one side, cracked his knuckles and walked up to Seventeen. “Now about this business of ours. Firstly, I owe you something…” Vegeta brought his fist back and before Seventeen could react, he hit the android square in the jaw and knocked him back into the rubble. Vegeta tipped his head to one side as he heard the muffled curses of the android as he tried to pull himself out of the concrete rubble. “Actually Tin Man, come to think of it I owe you two…” Vegeta reached into the rubble and yanked the android out then hit him again, this time sending the cyborg flying into the last remaining wall of Capsule Corp, and subsequently shattering it.

 

“Vegeta! No!” Bulma cried in what sounded like fear, grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn around and face her. Vegeta realised with a shock that it was the old Bulma who had stopped him, and not the younger Bulma as he had originally thought it was.

 

“Please Vegeta!” She begged. “You can’t kill him…I…I…” Bulma’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m pregnant with his daughter!”

 

Vegeta stared at her in confusion – could android even get pregnant? Well, it explained why she was being so out of character and emotional!

 

“You’re what?!” The new Bulma walked up and glared at the old Bulma. “Man! You really are quite the slut aren’t you?”

 

“Watch your mouth girl; I’m you in a few years time. Think of this as a glimpse into the future.” The old Bulma gave a chilling laugh. “Did Vegeta tell you that I’m not even human anymore? Well I’m not, I’m a cyborg and I love it. Don’t be fooled by anything that Vegeta tells you, he’s just trying to make me jealous.” Bulma smiled evilly. “Tell you what, why don’t you leave him, join us and become a cyborg? It’s a lot of fun…”

 

“Don’t listen to her, she’s just jealous because you’re younger then her!” Vegeta stepped forward and pushed the old Bulma away, who gave a squeal of rage as she crashed into the same pile of rubble that Seventeen was climbing out of.

 

Bulma considered Vegeta for a moment before turning to look at the old Bulma and scoffing. “You are jealous aren’t you? You’re used to having Vegeta chase you and now that he has me you’re feeling like an old used up skag – which you are!” Bulma smiled suddenly. “I hope you and your little cyborg have fun together, it’s obvious that you’re both power mad and quite evil too.”

 

Seventeen climbed to his feat and helped the old Bulma stand up. “Are you calling her an old woman?” He frowned ferociously at the younger Bulma.

 

“Well in a manner of speaking, yeah.” Bulma laughed as Seventeen gnashed his teeth but was restrained by the old Bulma.

 

“Seventeen – much as I would love to help you destroy this little trollop, your forgetting that she is the past me, we have no idea if Vegeta took her from our dimension’s past or another dimension’s past, either way if you kill her you might accidentally kill me.” Bulma ran a soothing hand down her android lovers arm. “Please, calm down, let’s focus our energies on killing Vegeta for now.”

 

“Hey!” the young Bulma pouted. “You can’t kill him! If you kill him, I’ll…I’ll…I’ll kill myself and then you’ll die too.” She tossed her hair. “You might think that because you’re older then me you’re smarter but I’ll tell you one thing Mrs. Old and Wrinkly Me,” Bulma cleared her throat. “Nobody crosses Bulma Briefs and gets away with it, after all I have beauty and brains, a deadly combination, and you just have brains. “ She scoffed at her older self. “And apparently you don’t have much brains left either.”

 

“What!? How dare you!” Bulma fumed.

 

Vegeta stepped in front of his mate and laughed. “You know she has a point Bulma, I don’t see what I even saw in you.”

 

“Umm.” Gohan interrupted quietly. “I do hate to interrupt this little mud slinging match, but could all four of you possibly…SHUT UP!” Gohan had stood up and finally moved closer. “Don’t you get it? This solves all our problems.”

 

“No it doesn’t.” Seventeen insisted, eager for a fight.

 

Gohan glared at him and continued. “Yes it does, the reason that you sent Vegeta back in time was to get him away from Bulma, well now he has his own Bulma – what are you even arguing about? There’s no reason for you to fight.” Gohan looked closely at Vegeta. “We all thought Vegeta was insane, when clearly he’s not. Now I know that the two of you,” Gohan indicated Vegeta and Seventeen. “have had issues in the past, but come on guys! Stop acting like squabbling children.”

 

“Were not fighting like children, we’re fighting like adults.” Vegeta glared childishly at Seventeen as he spoke. “I just don’t like him.”

 

“That’s my point, you don’t have to like him, you don’t even have to talk to him anymore, you don’t have anything to talk about. The two of you can go your separate ways and never speak to one another again, you both have what you want; Bulma.”

 

“He’s right.” Eighteen stood up and moved next to Gohan. “I may not like Vegeta…”

 

“And I may not like Seventeen…” Gohan threw in. “But if you both fly in different directions then you’ll never have to speak to one another again.”

 

“Wow, what a great idea.” Vegeta said sarcastically. “But as much as I would love to stay here and be a part of you little fantasy world of peace and hope, I have other plans.” Vegeta pulled the young Bulma closer and pointed at the time machine. “We’re planning on heading off again and finding our own world.”

 

“Oh.” Seventeen smiled suddenly. “Well if that’s the case then good riddance.”

 

“Okay then.” Vegeta nodded at him. “And may we never meet again.”

 

“Amen to that.” The old Bulma raised her eyes heavenward.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “You’ll miss me one day, woman.” He winked at her then waved goodbye to Gohan, Trunks and Eighteen and walked back over to the time machine.

 

“Vegeta…wait!” Gohan yelled after him. “There’s one thing I don’t understand…if you didn’t plan on staying here then why did you come back?”

 

Vegeta climbed into the time machine and settled Bulma next to him. “Because I wanted piss you all off.”

 

“What a bastard.” Seventeen condemned as the time machine disappeared form sight.

 

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

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