Memories Resurfaced Ch. 16
Author's Note: Well, guys, I'm back!! Yay! throws another party I've been having some problems lately, not any BIG problems but problems nonetheless; been trying to earn money so I can go to the next anime convention which is in only a month! What's a jobless slob like me to do? I'm staying the whole weekend and nobody will stay with me!! cries with Goku in the corner
Vegeta: Damn it! I'm surrounded by pathetic fools!! Is there no escape from the madness!!! pulls out hair and runs off laughing insanely
Jenny: O.O' I thought I was nuts...Oh well! Anyway, a lot will happen in this chapter! What's going to happen, you say? You don't know what's going on? You're confused? You're lost?? Well, let me help you poor souls by saying this...READ THE DAMN CHAPTER AND FIND OUT!!!! Okay? Okay! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply; see chapter 1.
The terrible pain aching in Goku's neck awoke him from his painful slumber. He lifted his head and looked around. He gave a sigh; they were back in the dungeon. The young Saiya-jin's gaze fell to the cell next to him where it inhabited the now smaller form of his older friend. Though still unconscious, he appeared to be breathing properly, to a small level of relief. His fingers reached to where he had been jabbed with the syringe and he shuddered. Though surrounded by the remains of creatures and people who had rotted in his dingy cell, his thoughts wandered to what might become of him, and what the fluids may have possessed, and why only a small child lay next to him instead of his stubborn cohort.
As if on cue, the now child Saiya-jin stirred and his small eyes opened, staring drowsily around him. He looked fearful when his head lifted to meet Goku's face. Goku jumped up and walked to the bars that separated them.
"Are you okay?" he asked instinctively. The child looked up to him and glared malevolently, or as malevolently as a child could get.
"How do you think I feel, you dolt! I'm a child, creatures that practically destroyed my life have returned to screw with me more, and I'm in a dingy, disgusting cell next to you of all the morons that inhabit the universe!! Tell me how I should feel, you third-class imbecile!" he shouted with his head in between two bars.
Normally, this would have hurt Goku slightly, but Vegeta's small child voice only made him laugh.
"STOP LAUGHING!! I HATE YOU!! I hope the fluid that was injected into your system turns out to be arsenic and kills you!" Vegeta stomped toward the corner of the cell and began to contemplate ways of his escape, each more ridiculous than the last.
Goku stared in hurt at the shadow of his fellow Saiya-jin in the corner. He couldn't help but wonder what the scientists might have done to Vegeta to make him so upset and scared about what was going on. Sure, Goku was feeling a bit nervous about the whole situation himself, but the aliens had almost no physical capabilities to stand up to even Vegeta's strength at his current state. The ogres that had taken them before were strong, but could have been beaten if Goku were in a right state; and plus, the ogre's were none too bright, contrary to the scientists. They were smart, but nothing seemed to back them up.
A few hours later Goku tried his hand, as lucky as he felt, at asking about the freaks that had imprisoned them both.
"Hey, Vegeta? I don't understand why we're having such a big problem with these guys. They're very smart, but they aren't any stronger than an average human! The technology was probably just enhancing the ogre's abilities. So if we were to rid them of that we could probably escape and..." Goku was interrupted.
"Stop your nonsense, Kakarrot! You don't get it! They're manipulating us! He knows that as a child I was most vulnerable, and he's obviously done something to you to make you drop your guard! Then he'll strike and use us for his means. I've been through this before, Kakarrot...And I wasn't able to leave until someone came to fetch me. Then things only went downhill from there..." Vegeta trailed off, his eyes flashing with fear and disgust.
Goku looked down shamefully, then he looked up to meet Vegeta's now painful gaze, "By the way, who came to save you? If you don't mind me asking."
The now younger Saiya-jin turned to him with a sneer.
"It was Frieza."
"Bulma, don't do this!" Yamcha shouted behind his ex-girlfriend as she stalked past him to put more clothes into her bag.
"You're nuts! What could you do to people who could bag both Goku AND Vegeta in the same night?" he stared disbelievingly at the blue-haired genius.
She turned to him furiously. "Yamcha, you seem to forget what's under my pretty face! I'm a genius and I don't need special powers to overcome some dolts in white!"
"But Bulma, these guys, if what you told me was true, have enough fire power to put the galaxy to shame! Some trinkets that you bring from Capsule Corp. can't overdo an entire army!"
"Hey! These "trinkets" cost a lot, and I made almost all of these myself! But you probably didn't have enough time to see what kinds of things I was making due to the fact that you spent most of your time ogling my money and my ass! You didn't care then so why should you care now?!" she spat in his face with a glare that would put Vegeta's to shame.
Yamcha sighed. "Bulma...I made some mistakes, okay? But I really do care for you! You and I were close, and that much hasn't changed."
Bulma shut her suitcase and grabbed her capsules. "Mistakes?!" she laughed cruelly, "I guess somewhere along the lines of thinking that someone wasn't good enough for you and finding someone else and leading the other along for a few solid months, then conveniently forgetting to shut off your cell phone during a date with your so called "girlfriend" could be considered a mistake. Yamcha, I gave you my heart and you shit all over it! My opinion is that you might have crossed the 'mistake line' once or twice!" She looked down, "I've found someone who actually cares about me and not my money, and I'm going to go save him now. Go find some other rich women to surround yourself with and go pimp elsewhere!" With that she headed to the door but ran into Yamcha.
"Bulma! Just find some other people to come with you, at least! I DO care about you and I don't want you hurt! Yes, I did hurt you, but not like anything they could do to you! Bring Piccolo or even Gohan! They'd help you, considering how Goku's gone too. Please, don't go alone. I'll even help you! Okay?" he gave the puppy eyes that Bulma couldn't resist, even in the state she was in.
"Fine...But you have to come help me get Piccolo, I don't think he'd go easily." She stared at him closely. "Well? Go! Now!"
Yamcha ran out of the room and Bulma continued her packing.
'Vegeta, I hope you're okay...If anything were to happen to you or Son, I don't know what I'd do."
Vegeta awoke from his nap with a cold sweat and looked around at his cell. There was complete darkness; it was night now. They must have landed somewhere. He couldn't even see his hands in front of his face. He felt around for the bars that separated him from his fellow Saiya-jin friend. There was no movement that he could hear or see, and both of those senses were rather useless due to the hum of engines and the pure darkness around him.
"Kakarrot?" he called unknowingly into the dungeon, hoping for an answer; there was none. "Kakarrot!" he called again, and still no answer. Then his sensitive Saiya-jin hearing picked up something that sounded like a light growl from the other cell.
The small alien called again, but the reply was an even louder growl that was quickly turning into a snarl. He reached out with his tiny hands and grasped the bars, putting his head through two. Those coal-black eyes of his couldn't even make the slightest movement, strain as hard as he might. But there was movement, yet it didn't sound like the familiar boots that Goku wore, it sounded more like pads touching the ground lightly but with force.
Vegeta adjusted his sweaty hands around the bars he grasped. What had taken his comrade from his cell and replaced him? Or was Goku merely stirring in fitful sleep, he couldn't tell. More movement, but it was much closer, and it continued on. Those pads scraping the ground edging closer to the small Prince, until eventually he could feel hot breath on his face rasping loudly. Vegeta squinted as hard as he could until he saw a familiar shadowed face with blaring red eyes staring back at him. Before he could even react, a clawed hand grasped his shirt, scratching his stomach, and pulled him closer to the bars. With another deep growl, the monster began to rip at the little prince far into the night.
Goku awoke groggily opening his eyes slowly, doing his best to ignore the dull throb in his head, a very small stream of light shining onto the stone floor. Sunlight? Goku thought to himself. They must have landed while he dozed, but try as he might, he couldn't peer through the window even with his tall stature. Then it hit him, his chi was gone! He searched himself for even the smallest bit of chi in the wellspring inside of him, but couldn't reach it or even recognize it from the rest of his body.
He turned and stared at the other cell that was nearly pure darkness, hoping to see a sign of his friend.
"Vegeta? Is your chi gone? Mine is!" he waited for the small voice to speak from the dark but couldn't make out anything. "Vegeta?" He peered into the darkness harder, and caught the miniature Saiya-jin's silhouette laying motionless on the stone floor.
"Vegeta!" he reached through the bars to reach him and barely could touch the small arm. While gently pushing him, hoping desperately, for a reply of some sort, he felt something light and cold slide down his finger. He raised his hand to his face and saw that blood was curling gently around his finger as he turned his hand. Quickly reaching over he grabbed Vegeta's arm and pulled him closer to the light and saw his bloody, torn face.
"Vegeta!" Goku cried as he saw the rest of his body no different from his face. Cuts, bruises, gashes, blood...All seemed to shape the small, cold figure that belonged to Vegeta. His eyes ran along more and he saw claw marks and bite imprints also dotted his skin and blood, too, ran from them. The bars were torn also, there was a gigantic hole staring Goku in the face.
'What have I done?!' he thought. Then the dark realization came to him like a cold hand grasping his heart. The needle injected him must have been the cause. He gently lifted Vegeta's limp form and brought it through the bars. He cradled the child that the prince now was. Had he been conscious, Vegeta would have been shivering like mad. His silhouette was way too cold for any comfort that the bigger Saiya-jin would have been able to give, with even his optimistic attitude which had moments ago slipped down the drain. He set down the motionless Vegeta and pulled off the top of his GI, then placed it on him like a blanket and picked him up again. Tears slid quietly down his face as they sat in the corner, two cold, battered Saiya-jins.
Jenny: Well? What do you think? I personally like it, probably because I was up until 1 in the morning typing it...grumble
Vegeta: It sucked! I'M A CHILD!! HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME!? All of my dignity gone! Just like that! I'm in that fool's arms!! GAH!! runs off to destroy something
Jenny: Good thing he didn't attack me, he knows good and well that I'd have to slap him around (in my fic of course...-.-). Anyway, review 5 times and I guess I'll have to put up another chapter! Isn't it nice how nurturing our environment is? You give me feedback and I give you mind candy! Neato!
Goku: crying I'm a terrible person! WAAH!!!!!!!!
Jenny: You betcha! But don't worry your chance to feel better doth approach!
Goku: sniff ...okay.
NEXT TIME: Child syndrome ends and Bulma and the crew set out on a little road trip through space! Yay!!
Author's Note: Well, guys, I'm back!! Yay! throws another party I've been having some problems lately, not any BIG problems but problems nonetheless; been trying to earn money so I can go to the next anime convention which is in only a month! What's a jobless slob like me to do? I'm staying the whole weekend and nobody will stay with me!! cries with Goku in the corner
Vegeta: Damn it! I'm surrounded by pathetic fools!! Is there no escape from the madness!!! pulls out hair and runs off laughing insanely
Jenny: O.O' I thought I was nuts...Oh well! Anyway, a lot will happen in this chapter! What's going to happen, you say? You don't know what's going on? You're confused? You're lost?? Well, let me help you poor souls by saying this...READ THE DAMN CHAPTER AND FIND OUT!!!! Okay? Okay! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply; see chapter 1.
The terrible pain aching in Goku's neck awoke him from his painful slumber. He lifted his head and looked around. He gave a sigh; they were back in the dungeon. The young Saiya-jin's gaze fell to the cell next to him where it inhabited the now smaller form of his older friend. Though still unconscious, he appeared to be breathing properly, to a small level of relief. His fingers reached to where he had been jabbed with the syringe and he shuddered. Though surrounded by the remains of creatures and people who had rotted in his dingy cell, his thoughts wandered to what might become of him, and what the fluids may have possessed, and why only a small child lay next to him instead of his stubborn cohort.
As if on cue, the now child Saiya-jin stirred and his small eyes opened, staring drowsily around him. He looked fearful when his head lifted to meet Goku's face. Goku jumped up and walked to the bars that separated them.
"Are you okay?" he asked instinctively. The child looked up to him and glared malevolently, or as malevolently as a child could get.
"How do you think I feel, you dolt! I'm a child, creatures that practically destroyed my life have returned to screw with me more, and I'm in a dingy, disgusting cell next to you of all the morons that inhabit the universe!! Tell me how I should feel, you third-class imbecile!" he shouted with his head in between two bars.
Normally, this would have hurt Goku slightly, but Vegeta's small child voice only made him laugh.
"STOP LAUGHING!! I HATE YOU!! I hope the fluid that was injected into your system turns out to be arsenic and kills you!" Vegeta stomped toward the corner of the cell and began to contemplate ways of his escape, each more ridiculous than the last.
Goku stared in hurt at the shadow of his fellow Saiya-jin in the corner. He couldn't help but wonder what the scientists might have done to Vegeta to make him so upset and scared about what was going on. Sure, Goku was feeling a bit nervous about the whole situation himself, but the aliens had almost no physical capabilities to stand up to even Vegeta's strength at his current state. The ogres that had taken them before were strong, but could have been beaten if Goku were in a right state; and plus, the ogre's were none too bright, contrary to the scientists. They were smart, but nothing seemed to back them up.
A few hours later Goku tried his hand, as lucky as he felt, at asking about the freaks that had imprisoned them both.
"Hey, Vegeta? I don't understand why we're having such a big problem with these guys. They're very smart, but they aren't any stronger than an average human! The technology was probably just enhancing the ogre's abilities. So if we were to rid them of that we could probably escape and..." Goku was interrupted.
"Stop your nonsense, Kakarrot! You don't get it! They're manipulating us! He knows that as a child I was most vulnerable, and he's obviously done something to you to make you drop your guard! Then he'll strike and use us for his means. I've been through this before, Kakarrot...And I wasn't able to leave until someone came to fetch me. Then things only went downhill from there..." Vegeta trailed off, his eyes flashing with fear and disgust.
Goku looked down shamefully, then he looked up to meet Vegeta's now painful gaze, "By the way, who came to save you? If you don't mind me asking."
The now younger Saiya-jin turned to him with a sneer.
"It was Frieza."
"Bulma, don't do this!" Yamcha shouted behind his ex-girlfriend as she stalked past him to put more clothes into her bag.
"You're nuts! What could you do to people who could bag both Goku AND Vegeta in the same night?" he stared disbelievingly at the blue-haired genius.
She turned to him furiously. "Yamcha, you seem to forget what's under my pretty face! I'm a genius and I don't need special powers to overcome some dolts in white!"
"But Bulma, these guys, if what you told me was true, have enough fire power to put the galaxy to shame! Some trinkets that you bring from Capsule Corp. can't overdo an entire army!"
"Hey! These "trinkets" cost a lot, and I made almost all of these myself! But you probably didn't have enough time to see what kinds of things I was making due to the fact that you spent most of your time ogling my money and my ass! You didn't care then so why should you care now?!" she spat in his face with a glare that would put Vegeta's to shame.
Yamcha sighed. "Bulma...I made some mistakes, okay? But I really do care for you! You and I were close, and that much hasn't changed."
Bulma shut her suitcase and grabbed her capsules. "Mistakes?!" she laughed cruelly, "I guess somewhere along the lines of thinking that someone wasn't good enough for you and finding someone else and leading the other along for a few solid months, then conveniently forgetting to shut off your cell phone during a date with your so called "girlfriend" could be considered a mistake. Yamcha, I gave you my heart and you shit all over it! My opinion is that you might have crossed the 'mistake line' once or twice!" She looked down, "I've found someone who actually cares about me and not my money, and I'm going to go save him now. Go find some other rich women to surround yourself with and go pimp elsewhere!" With that she headed to the door but ran into Yamcha.
"Bulma! Just find some other people to come with you, at least! I DO care about you and I don't want you hurt! Yes, I did hurt you, but not like anything they could do to you! Bring Piccolo or even Gohan! They'd help you, considering how Goku's gone too. Please, don't go alone. I'll even help you! Okay?" he gave the puppy eyes that Bulma couldn't resist, even in the state she was in.
"Fine...But you have to come help me get Piccolo, I don't think he'd go easily." She stared at him closely. "Well? Go! Now!"
Yamcha ran out of the room and Bulma continued her packing.
'Vegeta, I hope you're okay...If anything were to happen to you or Son, I don't know what I'd do."
Vegeta awoke from his nap with a cold sweat and looked around at his cell. There was complete darkness; it was night now. They must have landed somewhere. He couldn't even see his hands in front of his face. He felt around for the bars that separated him from his fellow Saiya-jin friend. There was no movement that he could hear or see, and both of those senses were rather useless due to the hum of engines and the pure darkness around him.
"Kakarrot?" he called unknowingly into the dungeon, hoping for an answer; there was none. "Kakarrot!" he called again, and still no answer. Then his sensitive Saiya-jin hearing picked up something that sounded like a light growl from the other cell.
The small alien called again, but the reply was an even louder growl that was quickly turning into a snarl. He reached out with his tiny hands and grasped the bars, putting his head through two. Those coal-black eyes of his couldn't even make the slightest movement, strain as hard as he might. But there was movement, yet it didn't sound like the familiar boots that Goku wore, it sounded more like pads touching the ground lightly but with force.
Vegeta adjusted his sweaty hands around the bars he grasped. What had taken his comrade from his cell and replaced him? Or was Goku merely stirring in fitful sleep, he couldn't tell. More movement, but it was much closer, and it continued on. Those pads scraping the ground edging closer to the small Prince, until eventually he could feel hot breath on his face rasping loudly. Vegeta squinted as hard as he could until he saw a familiar shadowed face with blaring red eyes staring back at him. Before he could even react, a clawed hand grasped his shirt, scratching his stomach, and pulled him closer to the bars. With another deep growl, the monster began to rip at the little prince far into the night.
Goku awoke groggily opening his eyes slowly, doing his best to ignore the dull throb in his head, a very small stream of light shining onto the stone floor. Sunlight? Goku thought to himself. They must have landed while he dozed, but try as he might, he couldn't peer through the window even with his tall stature. Then it hit him, his chi was gone! He searched himself for even the smallest bit of chi in the wellspring inside of him, but couldn't reach it or even recognize it from the rest of his body.
He turned and stared at the other cell that was nearly pure darkness, hoping to see a sign of his friend.
"Vegeta? Is your chi gone? Mine is!" he waited for the small voice to speak from the dark but couldn't make out anything. "Vegeta?" He peered into the darkness harder, and caught the miniature Saiya-jin's silhouette laying motionless on the stone floor.
"Vegeta!" he reached through the bars to reach him and barely could touch the small arm. While gently pushing him, hoping desperately, for a reply of some sort, he felt something light and cold slide down his finger. He raised his hand to his face and saw that blood was curling gently around his finger as he turned his hand. Quickly reaching over he grabbed Vegeta's arm and pulled him closer to the light and saw his bloody, torn face.
"Vegeta!" Goku cried as he saw the rest of his body no different from his face. Cuts, bruises, gashes, blood...All seemed to shape the small, cold figure that belonged to Vegeta. His eyes ran along more and he saw claw marks and bite imprints also dotted his skin and blood, too, ran from them. The bars were torn also, there was a gigantic hole staring Goku in the face.
'What have I done?!' he thought. Then the dark realization came to him like a cold hand grasping his heart. The needle injected him must have been the cause. He gently lifted Vegeta's limp form and brought it through the bars. He cradled the child that the prince now was. Had he been conscious, Vegeta would have been shivering like mad. His silhouette was way too cold for any comfort that the bigger Saiya-jin would have been able to give, with even his optimistic attitude which had moments ago slipped down the drain. He set down the motionless Vegeta and pulled off the top of his GI, then placed it on him like a blanket and picked him up again. Tears slid quietly down his face as they sat in the corner, two cold, battered Saiya-jins.
Jenny: Well? What do you think? I personally like it, probably because I was up until 1 in the morning typing it...grumble
Vegeta: It sucked! I'M A CHILD!! HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME!? All of my dignity gone! Just like that! I'm in that fool's arms!! GAH!! runs off to destroy something
Jenny: Good thing he didn't attack me, he knows good and well that I'd have to slap him around (in my fic of course...-.-). Anyway, review 5 times and I guess I'll have to put up another chapter! Isn't it nice how nurturing our environment is? You give me feedback and I give you mind candy! Neato!
Goku: crying I'm a terrible person! WAAH!!!!!!!!
Jenny: You betcha! But don't worry your chance to feel better doth approach!
Goku: sniff ...okay.
NEXT TIME: Child syndrome ends and Bulma and the crew set out on a little road trip through space! Yay!!