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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,260
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Vegeta's Departure
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters.
Author's Note: This fic takes place immediately after Goku defeats Frieza on Planet Namek. In this version, Vegeta and Bulma are still teenagers. They are both eighteen (therefore his hairline isn’t receding and he still has bangs, just so you have an idea of what everyone looks like), and Bulma’s attending Satan City University (SCU). Being a young adult myself, I prefer to write about other young adults. I can relate better to the characters. Goku is about ten years older than Vegeta (28 yrs). Gohan is eight or so. This story also deals with the racism against the Saiyans. I've seen a lot of it, especially in fanfiction. Read on and see the so-called 'evil' race through my eyes.
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Bulma could hear cheering from all around her. Kami had just told her the good news on Planet Namek and she had passed it on to the rest of the Z senshi. Though a part of her felt their joy, another part of her made her remember that her love was dead. She lowered her head and sank down to the ground.
Gohalkedlked over to Bulma and pulled on her sleeve to get her attention. She sadly looked at him. “Yes, Gohan?”
“Gee, Bulma, why do you look so sad? Frieza’s gone. We’re all saved!” Gohan smiled at her, trying to cheer her up.
A single tran ran down her cheek. “I guess I just miss Yamcha, Gohan. Frieza’s death couldn’t bring him back.”
Gohan was about to try to comfort her, but suddenly both were started by a deep, raspy voice they knew all too well. “You stupid humans!” Vegeta taunted her from his seated perch against a tree.
Vegeta quickly gained the attention of everyone present. “Not only are you weak and emotional, but you are also a complete baka, woman!”
Gohan stepped forward to face Vegeta, trying to hide his fear, with an angry and determined expression on his face. “You leave Bulma alone, Vegeta! She hasn’t done anything to you!”
Vegeta scoffed, and bitterly replied, “You wanna get me started, brat? I wouldn’t suggest it.”
The second Vegeta stood up, Gohan jumped back in surprise, ran to and hid behind Bulma, his face turning blue with fear. “Too bad you’re part human, shrimp. Otherwise you might not be such a coward.”
“Hey, Vegeta! Don’t call him that! He’ll grow up to be bigger than you some day!” Bulma exclaimed, taking a step back, yet trying to pretend that she wasn’t afraid. “And we humans may be weak compared to Saiyans, but we know better than to shun our feelings! We lond cnd care about each other, unlike your barbaric race! I wouldn’t be surprised to learn you killed your own mother! And as for that other comment about me being stupid…I’ve got more brain cells than you could ever wish for with the Dragon Balls.”
Vegeta shot forward at super speed, halting in an instant with his face hardly a fraction of an inch away from Bulma’s. His eyes were dangerously narrow. Bulma yelped and jumped back in shock.
“You…” He hissed dangerously, grabbing the front of her shirt and forcing her to look into his angry, onyx eyes, “You know NOTHING of my parents’ death. How DARE you even MENTION it!”
He threw her down at Gohan, who caught her before she could hit the ground. Gohan examined Bulma to make sure she was okay, and then turned to look back at Vegeta with every intention of telling him off.
He opened his mouth ready to speak, but before any noise could come out, Vegeta put up his hand. “One more thing, woman—if you possess such an extraordinary number of brain cells, then how is it possible that not even one of them recalled that your weak human mate can be revived by using the Dragon Balls? Can you answer me that? Huh?! Can you, genius?!”
After Vegeta finished throwing his weight around and glaring daggers at Bulma for insulting him, he slowly turned away from them, ready to stomp off into the forest.
“WAIT!!” Bulma cried, eyes wide. Vegeta froze in his tracks. “THAT’S BRILLIANT!! VEGETA YOU’RE A GENIUS!!”
She got up and started dancing and skipping around in utter joy. “Yay!! Yamcha’s gonna be okay!” She sang.
Vegeta slowly turned his head to examine this crazy action of Bulma’s, which he immediately deemed foolish. He rolled his eyes, mentally cursing himself for bringing Bulma happiness—the opposite of his real intention. ‘How could I have been so stupid…’
He shrugged it off and sprinted at lightning speed into the forest.
Back at the clearing in the woods where the Z gang were, Bulma was still dancing for joy, hardly having noticed Vegeta’s departure.
“Come on guys! We gotta go find those Dragon Balls! Let’s get ourselves back to Capsule Corp so we can get started! Whoo hoo!!” Bulma declared gleefully. Finally the whole group could rejoice.
They flew off in the direction of Satan City with Gohan carrying Bulma.
Author's Note: This fic takes place immediately after Goku defeats Frieza on Planet Namek. In this version, Vegeta and Bulma are still teenagers. They are both eighteen (therefore his hairline isn’t receding and he still has bangs, just so you have an idea of what everyone looks like), and Bulma’s attending Satan City University (SCU). Being a young adult myself, I prefer to write about other young adults. I can relate better to the characters. Goku is about ten years older than Vegeta (28 yrs). Gohan is eight or so. This story also deals with the racism against the Saiyans. I've seen a lot of it, especially in fanfiction. Read on and see the so-called 'evil' race through my eyes.
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Bulma could hear cheering from all around her. Kami had just told her the good news on Planet Namek and she had passed it on to the rest of the Z senshi. Though a part of her felt their joy, another part of her made her remember that her love was dead. She lowered her head and sank down to the ground.
Gohalkedlked over to Bulma and pulled on her sleeve to get her attention. She sadly looked at him. “Yes, Gohan?”
“Gee, Bulma, why do you look so sad? Frieza’s gone. We’re all saved!” Gohan smiled at her, trying to cheer her up.
A single tran ran down her cheek. “I guess I just miss Yamcha, Gohan. Frieza’s death couldn’t bring him back.”
Gohan was about to try to comfort her, but suddenly both were started by a deep, raspy voice they knew all too well. “You stupid humans!” Vegeta taunted her from his seated perch against a tree.
Vegeta quickly gained the attention of everyone present. “Not only are you weak and emotional, but you are also a complete baka, woman!”
Gohan stepped forward to face Vegeta, trying to hide his fear, with an angry and determined expression on his face. “You leave Bulma alone, Vegeta! She hasn’t done anything to you!”
Vegeta scoffed, and bitterly replied, “You wanna get me started, brat? I wouldn’t suggest it.”
The second Vegeta stood up, Gohan jumped back in surprise, ran to and hid behind Bulma, his face turning blue with fear. “Too bad you’re part human, shrimp. Otherwise you might not be such a coward.”
“Hey, Vegeta! Don’t call him that! He’ll grow up to be bigger than you some day!” Bulma exclaimed, taking a step back, yet trying to pretend that she wasn’t afraid. “And we humans may be weak compared to Saiyans, but we know better than to shun our feelings! We lond cnd care about each other, unlike your barbaric race! I wouldn’t be surprised to learn you killed your own mother! And as for that other comment about me being stupid…I’ve got more brain cells than you could ever wish for with the Dragon Balls.”
Vegeta shot forward at super speed, halting in an instant with his face hardly a fraction of an inch away from Bulma’s. His eyes were dangerously narrow. Bulma yelped and jumped back in shock.
“You…” He hissed dangerously, grabbing the front of her shirt and forcing her to look into his angry, onyx eyes, “You know NOTHING of my parents’ death. How DARE you even MENTION it!”
He threw her down at Gohan, who caught her before she could hit the ground. Gohan examined Bulma to make sure she was okay, and then turned to look back at Vegeta with every intention of telling him off.
He opened his mouth ready to speak, but before any noise could come out, Vegeta put up his hand. “One more thing, woman—if you possess such an extraordinary number of brain cells, then how is it possible that not even one of them recalled that your weak human mate can be revived by using the Dragon Balls? Can you answer me that? Huh?! Can you, genius?!”
After Vegeta finished throwing his weight around and glaring daggers at Bulma for insulting him, he slowly turned away from them, ready to stomp off into the forest.
“WAIT!!” Bulma cried, eyes wide. Vegeta froze in his tracks. “THAT’S BRILLIANT!! VEGETA YOU’RE A GENIUS!!”
She got up and started dancing and skipping around in utter joy. “Yay!! Yamcha’s gonna be okay!” She sang.
Vegeta slowly turned his head to examine this crazy action of Bulma’s, which he immediately deemed foolish. He rolled his eyes, mentally cursing himself for bringing Bulma happiness—the opposite of his real intention. ‘How could I have been so stupid…’
He shrugged it off and sprinted at lightning speed into the forest.
Back at the clearing in the woods where the Z gang were, Bulma was still dancing for joy, hardly having noticed Vegeta’s departure.
“Come on guys! We gotta go find those Dragon Balls! Let’s get ourselves back to Capsule Corp so we can get started! Whoo hoo!!” Bulma declared gleefully. Finally the whole group could rejoice.
They flew off in the direction of Satan City with Gohan carrying Bulma.