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Forever II
Chapter 8
Guilt
Defend.
That was the right decision. And that's what Kakkarot did. He raised both his arms in front of his face in a criss cross pattern and focused all his energy in his arms so that Bulma's weapon wouldn't cut him. But after that, what's next? He couldn't keep this up. Damn that Zarbon, Kakkarot looked at the green man with piercing eyes. He was enjoying this. That bastard! There must be a way to stop this. To stop the control over Bulma's mind. He scanned Zarbon, hopping to find some kind of switch to turn this whole nightmare off. But nothing. Nothing could be seen, as anything, to turn it off.
"Bulma!" Kakkarot screamed her name. Nothing. Emotionless face stared right back at him. Nothing.
Vegeta.
'Oh shit.' Kakkarot thought. What will the Prince say now? What will he say if he couldn't break this some kind of spell or whatever that's on the princess and then come back with nothing.
Failure.
Hell no. He wouldn't accept that. He's failed him enough. He couldn't come back empty handed. Deep in his mind, he knew. He knew, that even if they lost this battle, this war. This whole mission, this whole battle, was not to retrieve their planet back, but he knew, deep within his Prince's mind, his feelings, that this whole incident, is to retrieve the Princess back. He knew, that they could wake up another day, and retrieve the planet back, as long as the Prince has his Princess by his side. And damn it to hell if he's the one to ruin it. Damn it to hell, if he failed his Prince once again. Damn it to hell, if he lets Zarbon get the last laugh. And damn it to hell, if he fails Bulma, and let her go back to to Freiza's slimy hands.
"Snap out f it!" he yelled, while defending himself once again. "Please!" he begged her.
Still nothing. What now? What's he suppose to do now?
Chichi, Juu and Krillen stared at the battle going on below them, outside the palace. Everybody was fighting so hard. Countless of bodies already on the Saiyan grounds. So many blood. So many injusred. So many energies dying, in other words, so many deaths.
Words could not explain what's going on in Chichi's head. She's deathly worried about Kakkarot. She doesn't know how many lenghts Kakkarot will try to reach in order to get the Princess back. Not only to redeem his pride, but to make sure he do this for his prince, his best friend. She just couldn't help but feel jealous. But now isn't the time to be feeling that. She shook her head to rid of the pessimistic thoughts.
He promised that he'll live.
And she's going to hold onto that promise.
The princess Juu watched horrified at the scene before her. The Saiyans, her people, obviously have the upper hand when it comes to strenght. But Freiza's unimaginable amount of soldiers are just their downfall. They have thousands of Saiyans fighting in the battle field, but Freiza has millions, and some of them, equally rivaling the Saiyan strenght.
She's so worried. For her people. For her brother.
Krillen stared in mild awe at the battle going on. He just couldn't help but admire the Saiyan strenght. But he stared horrified, everytime he feels an energy lost in their end. So far so good though. Not a single one of Freiza's henchmen was able to invade the palace. Talk about luck, since there's so many of his henchmen out there. But what's he going to do if they do invade the palace? He was trusted by his friend to protect the Princess and Chichi. And that's exactly what he's going to do.
Fight hard. That's the only thing Turles could think of right now. Nobody must past him, is what he believes. And nobody did. He fought hard. In the corner of his eyes, so did his fellow Saiyan warriors. This is their land. They have invaded it. They stole their future queen. And they will get everything back. Even if it kills them. Because Saiyans are not afraid of death. Especially if they're fighting for what is rightfully theirs.
He must not fail.
They must not fail
Was the words every Saiyan have going through their head.
For their future Queen.
For their new King.
For Vegetesei.
It's not part of the plan.
It really wasn't.
He should stop.
Go back to his rightful position and fight.
He should just him.
But he has this gut feeling. Somewhere inside him. That he must go.
He, himself, must be the one to do it.
Save her that is.
Vegeta walked past the fighting and killed anyone who blocks his path. They will not get in the way. He must retrieve his Princess back. He must be the one to do it. But there's just something wrong. He has this feeling, that something is just not right. But what?
All thoughts seized when he finally realized that he stood a few feet away from the entrance to Freiza's gigantic base. He will get her back. With all the negative thoughts out of his head. He charged forward. Not caring if his using the front door. Because any person in their right mind would quietly sneak in, since there isn't much security going on. Probably all security was out there in the battle field.
But Vegeta was not in his right mind. He just desperately need to get her back. There were a few who stood in his way. And those few quickly lost their lives.
Soon.
He will be able to hold her again.
"Bulma please," Kakkarot was battered with so many injuries. "Do you not remember who you are?" he said in between gasps of breaths. "Do you not remember who I am?" he asked her. She was in a position to attack once again. "Do you not remember who Vegeta is?" he yelled in agony.
She stopped.
Her grey emotionless eyes stared back at him.
Zarbon noticed it.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a panic. "Kill him." he commanded.
She just stood there. Kakkarot noticed this reaction as well. He breathed in a sigh of relief. Perhaps there might still be a chance to get her back to normal.
"Vegeta." he said the name onc again. "You love him." he reminded her.
"Ve-" her voice was cracked as she tried to get the name out.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta," he said slowly as he nodded. He said this as if talking and convincing a child.
"Yes, the love of you life." Zarbon intercepted. Kakkarots head snapped towards him. Glaring at him. Daring him to say anything to ruin this. But the eyes did no justice. Zarbon didn't care. Why would he? He knew he was stronger. So he continued, "And you should also remember your parents." he added. Kakkarot froze. "How your father betrayed the whole Saiyan race," he reminded her. "And you know what they say," he continued. "Like father, like son." he said. "Oops." he said with such an innocent voice. "In your case, I guess it's 'Like father, like daughter."
"SHUT UP!" Kakkarot yelled in command.
"Bet-" a tiny voice. "-rayed."
Kakkarot and Zarbon looked to the Princess. Tears were streaming down her cheeks from her still emotionless eyes. Hey eyes still the color of gray. Kakkarot now knew the reason behind the unbreakable mind control. From the start, he knew the Princess was strong enough to fight the mind control, and with a little help, to break it. But there's something, in the back of her mind, that's stopping her to do so.
And now he knew why.
It was guilt.
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