Chapter 1 : Past Dream
"Please, lord Freiza!" The king begged, "We did everything you asked, I even gave you my own son... What more can we do?"
"Nothing." The white devil replied stonily, "Which is why it is time to get rid of you, monkey nuisance. You can't do anything else, you're too stupid."
With that he aimed a hand at King Vegeta's heart, purple ki building up in its palm. The Saya-jin no Ou looked up, just in time to see the swirling blast as it careened into his chest, scream as his flesh melted away from it and then...
"Again..." He hissed, untangling himself from the sheets and standing.
The same dream had been plaguing him almost every night recently and all the different variations of his father's death were slightly unnerving to the Saiya-jin. He opened the sliding door to his balcony. The cool Chikyuusei breeze blew in, blowing the Saiyan's black, flame shaped hair and causing the curtains to rise high from the ground. He stepped out onto the balcony, allowing himself to momentarily glance up at the stars above him.
'Curse them for removing my tail! I would have given Frieza a peice of my mind if I'd had it...
Always one for sticking to grudges, Vegeta still hadn't forgiven Yajirobe, the pot-bellied samurai who had cut Vegeta's Goku-crushing session short not so long ago. He could still hate that man, but Vegeta couldn't help but be curious as to what the moon actually looked like... The Saiyan prince raised his gaze to the glowing round orb that sat high in the sky.
"You wouldn't mind NOT slamming the door, would you?" Bulma, sat at the table, demanded, an angry look plastered on her face.
Vegeta sneered, "What, just to please you, ugly onna? I doubt it, the Prince of all Saiyans has better things to do..."
"How about getting his HEAD out of his ARSE?!" She yelled after him as he made his way down the hall to his room.
'Yamcha? Come on, Bulma! He wasn't REALLY out with that girl, he was just giving her directions to some place or another...'
Yes, that had to be it. There was no way Yamcha would cheat on her, they were way too deep in love. She sighed, current thought path making her feel an awful lot better. She'd just... Overreacted... yesterday. A dreamy look took over her face as her thoughts wandered to Yamcha, the perfect boyfriend... Sure, they had their rows, but every couple fought, didn't they?
'Bastard! Why's he the one that gets to live in the same house as Bulma? I'm her beau, the brave and dashingly handsome Yamcha...'
The fact that he cheated on his girlfriend on a regular basis meant nothing to him. Bulma still refused to let him have his fun, so Yamcha just joined up with some other, more eager, girls to forfill his other requirements.
"Hi, Yamcha. I was just thinking about you." She told him as they sat down together, "Do you think we could go out to dinner somewhere? Somewhere nice?..."
Vegeta, still stood at the balcony, could hear her every word. Even for a Saiyan the prince's ears were amazingly strong, something that was sometimes a weakness. Zarbon and some of the other henchmen on Freiza's ship had found out about Vegeta's sensitive hearing early on, when he was but a five year old boy. They found it amusing to tie the young prince to a bedpost or something and just shout and scream at him until he was fighting not to cry at the pain.
"What?!" He snapped angrily, "What is it, woman?!"
Hiding the smug look she had gained from scaring him, Bulma just grinned. "Yamcha and I are going out for a while, okay? I left some food in the fridge and, no, that doesn't mean you can eat everything. Be back soon."
Just to rub it in she gave him a peck on the cheek and left, nearly skipping down the stairs. A night out with Yamcha was exactly what she needed!