Chapter 5
A/N
– This chapter goes out to all of those biology nerds who love the human body! If
you’ve ever dissected a heart then you’re going to get this chapter! Enjoy it!
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In the deep, dark recesses of space, where no living creature in
its right mind willingly travels, lies a blood red planet of pure evil.
The planet Ventricle.
On this horrid blood red planet lives a horrible race of people
called the Semi-Lunar. The Semi-Lunar are a war-like people; they are small,
round red people with spongy skin that secretes poisonous red ooze. They are
ferocious people, trained in the art of war from the day they are born. They
ruled by an overlord whose power rivals that of Frieza. The name of the cruel
hearted being is Lord Atrium Ventricular and he is the man responsible for his
people’s merciless demeanour.
They are ten times worse then saiyans, ten times more terrible
then anything the Earth has ever faced.
And unfortunately for Bulma and Vegeta, the planet Ventricle lay
directly in the path of their space pod…
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“What do you mean the food dispenser is broken? How could it have
broken over night while we both slept?” Vegeta scowled at Bulma, his
saiyan temper flaring to life over Bulma’s discovery that the food dispenser had
apparently decided to suicide over night from over use.
Bulma scowled back, at him. Not being able to have her usual cup
of coffee was also have detrimental effect son her personality. “Well obviously
somebody got hungry during the night, decided to get some food and broke it!” She
glared accusingly at Vegeta.
“What do you mean got hungry during the night? We don’t have a
‘night time’ or a ‘day time’ we’re in bloody space!” Vegeta’s irritation grew.
Not because the food dispenser was broken, more because Bulma had somehow found
out about his
“Don’t change the subject! You broke the damned machine! Just
admit it! You got hungry, stumbled over to the machine and in your half sleepy
clumsy state you broke the machine!” Bulma’s hands were clenched into fists and
she boldly strode up until she was in Vegeta’s face. “And another thing you’re
getting fat! Stop eating!”
Vegeta’s face started to turn red, form anger of course, not
embarrassment! “FAT! I am not fat!”
Bulma sniggered, and poked him in his chest. “Well you will be
if you keep sneaking out at night to eat chocolate!”
Vegeta’s jaw dropped open, how
did she know that he got chocolate cravings at night? “How did you know…?”
“I could hear your big fat feet stomping as you walked over to the food dispenser, and out of sheer morbid curiosity I decided to peek out my door and see what you were eating.” Bulma slowly shook her head. “Oh Vegeta…chocolate isn’t good for you.”
Vegeta’s face had turned red again; he seemed not to have
noticed her last comment. “I AM NOT FAT!” He tried to convince Bulma, but apparently
she was determined to make him feel bad.
“Sure you’re not.” Bulma winked at him. “You’re just big boned
right?”
“Shut up! I’m not fat!” Vegeta hastily stared at himself; he ran
his hands down his body, searching for any sign of this ‘fat’ finding none he
looked up again at a giggling Bulma.
“Looking for those love handles, tubby?” she laughed at her own
joke. “Don’t worry ‘Geta…”
“Don’t call me ‘Geta!” He snapped without looking up as he
continued to run his hands over his body.
“…I’ll fix your food trough for you, although considering how
much chocolate you eat I should have really considered putting in a vending
machine, at least then I’d be getting some money in return.” Bulma rolled her eyes
as Vegeta glared at her.
The prideful saiyan prince tried to think of a comeback but his
mind was blank, instead he gave her the best glare he could muster and hastily
stomped away, he had almost reached the bedroom door, and relative safety, when
the computer’s voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Receiving a transmission from the planet Ventricle.”
“The Planet Ventricle? Oh no!” Vegeta whipped around and faced
Bulma. “That isn’t good news.”
“What do you mean? What is the planet Ventricle and why is
getting a message from them bad?” She hastily pushed her hair behind her ears
and whirled to face the COM screen. Before Vegeta could answer her the COM
screen lit up with a blubbery looking red creature that had thick red ooze
oozing down his face. It had small beady black eyes and when it opened his
mouth to talk they saw row upon row of sharp needle-like teeth.
“I am the Count Atrium Ventricular, Overlord of planet
Ventricle!” Vegeta made a small sound of fright as the creature leaned towards
the screen and apparently recognized him. “Ah, Prince Vegeta, how lovely to see
you. I was terribly sad to hear of your planets…accident…all those years ago.”
Vegeta’s eyes widened but his mouth stayed firmly shut.
“And who is that lovely
beauty by your side?” Count Atrium Ventricular licked his lips as he stared at
her.
“Hey! Get your oozy eyes off me!” Bulma jumped behind Vegeta,
who made another sound of fear and tried to push her back in front.
“Hmm…I was hoping that whoever was on this vessel might have
been somebody worthy of a fight…but if there is only you two weakling then I
guess I’ll just have to destroy you.”
“DESTROY ME?” Bulma jumped back in front of Vegeta again, her
courage restored by the threat to her life. “You don’t want to destroy me! I
have this friend called Goku and if you kill me then he’ll come looking for you
and he’ll destroy your entire planet.” Bulma glared at Count Atrium
Ventricular.
Vegeta seemed to compose himself. “Yeah…and besides, I’m a lot
stronger then when we last met, I bet I could take you out no problem.” Vegeta
scowled at Count Atrium Ventricular.
“Yeah!” Bulma stepped back next to Vegeta. “Vegeta’s right! He’s
strong! I bet he could easily beat an over ripe space tomato like you!”
Count Atrium Ventricular made a choking sound. “Did you not hear me? I am the COUNT ATRIUM VENTRICULAR OF THE PLANET VENTICLE! Does that not mean anything to you? I am the Overlord of the Semi-Lunar people! We are war gods! We have crushed entire civilizations with out breaking a sweat!”
“Oh please!” Bulma scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You look more
like some kind of escapee from
“WHAT!” Count Atrium Ventricular made a roaring sound shook his fist at them; “I’m coming up there right now! And when I get inside your little space pod I’m going to render you limb from limb!” He punched a button and the screen went blank.
Vegeta laughed. “That really was quite funny…it’d be even
funnier if we weren’t going to die.”
“What do you mean?” Bulma whirled to face him. “What do you mean
were going to die?”
“Well I can’t really beat him, I was just bluffing.”
Vegeta shrugged as though this should have been obvious to her.
“You could have told me that!”
“How was I to know that you’d infuriate him so much that he’d…oh
wait, this is you were talking about, Mrs. Infuriation in the flesh!”
Vegeta dropped to the floor. “I don’t want to die like this.” He took deep breaths
and snuck a look at Bulma. Thankfully she was ignoring him so he continued to
act scared.
Bulma ignored him as he stared at the floor and mumbled to
himself, she went to the air lock and made sure it was securely locked. “Look
Vegeta, I don’t mean to interrupt your little session, but moping isn’t going
to help.”
“Nothing’s going to help,” Vegeta slowly stood up. “We should
just go to the bedroom and make use of what little time we have left.”
Bulma rolled her eyes. “We are going to the bedroom, but not so
I’ll play ‘hide the salami’ with you. We’re going to go in their, lock the door
and hope that the count doesn’t have arms to open doors with…does he have
arms?”
“No…but he has acidic ooze that burns through metals that he can
squirt out his eyes.” Vegeta trudged through the bedroom door and sprawled
across the bed. “Are you sure you don’t want to have some fun before you die?” He
patted the bed next to him and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Bulma followed him through the bedroom door, closed the door and
locked the door with the brand new lock she’d only just attached the night
before. “Tempting Vegeta, but no.”
“Last chance…well it’s not really your last chance, it’s more of
an open ended offer.” Vegeta smiled at her. “At least come and sit on the bed
with me, loath as I am to admit it, I wouldn’t mind dying on a bed with a
beautiful woman.”
Bulma sighed and sat on the bed near him. “If you so much as
look at me wrong I’m going to lock myself in the bathroom.” She threatened.
“Okay.” Vegeta smiled again, he could afford to wait for the woman
to come around – he was close to achieving his goal of weaselling her into bed.
“I’ll behave.”
Yeah…she’s
mine…all I have to do is lie here and look gorgeous. No woman can resist Prince
Vegeta…
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