So....


So the 9 part.






9th chapter




Vegeta walked slowly through the corridors of the palace. He certainly wouldn't get lost, but he was a little scared to see Bulma. He could have saved her much sooner. But then he left to think. When there were difficulties, he always withdrew. He rarely found an answer or a solution. Like this time.


Then he went down a long flight of stairs. The stairs to the prison. It was a difficult journey, but now he could not withdraw. At some point, sooner or later, he would look Bulma in the eye anyway. It didn't matter whether that was now or sometime later. Further down he came to a large door. With a heavy heart he opened it. One guard stood up and threatened Vegeta with a spear. Apparently he didn't know that it was the prince. "What do you want here? If you don't leave you will be killed.Nobody has lost anything down here unless the king orders it. "Said the man. Vegeta didn't make a face, but instead drew his ~ go away, or I'll make you cold ~ look. Then he took the spear and bent it away. He tossed the piece he was holding in his hand. He went to the guard and struck him in the land of dreams with a targeted blow in the stomach. The man fell and was passed out. Vegeta felt that Bulma was somewhere in one of these cells. He waited a brief moment. There, there he felt her aura. It was weak, weaker than usual. He went to the prison door and smashed it in. Then he took another breath and stepped in. The room was very dark and you couldn't see much. But the moon flashed a little Windows so that one could see outlines. It seemed as if there was no one here and yet. Here he felt the aura. Clearly Bulma's. The prince looked around. Then a little closer and there! The moonlight shone directly on her slim body.She was on the floor and didn't move. Vegeta was startled, but caught himself again and took a few steps towards her. He knelt in front of her and gently shook her. No reaction. Then he shook with more force. Nothing. Vegeta put her head on his thigh (sounds kind of gay with a man ...). Something had apparently woken her because she opened her eyes. Her gaze was icy and cold, as if she were seeing through him.


"Hey woman, do you hear me?" he whispered. There was no answer. Meanwhile, a little drama was taking place in Bulma.




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It was cold. She only heard a few drops that hit the floor in the same rhythm and then parted in all directions. From afar she felt this energy again, which she had lost then (earlier). But this time it did not go away, but slowly approached. She got closer and closer until she felt a source of warmth on her shoulder.She was pleasant. Could she feel good again, as she used to? No, the pain she was in was too deep. Inwardly she began to cry, she was afraid that this warmth would disappear again in a moment, so she didn't move. After a while the energy got warmer and bigger. She liked it. Slowly she opened her eyes. A person. But she couldn't see the face. It was too dark. But she remembered that aura. She knew it well, as did the warmth. (* g *) But ... it couldn't be. He was still on earth and exercising. Maybe some other Saiyan. She closed her eyes again. No, it definitely wasn't. Or maybe yes? Maybe he came to this planet to save her? Yes he was here. But ... so many questions came to mind and the answers too. She was too insecure. What would she say if it really was him? He had never seen her so pathetic.So helpless. Maybe he would laugh at her, as he had often done before. On the outside she was always angry and irritable, but inside it hurt. Now she didn't need any more pain, because it was already deep. She didn't want to open her eyes because she was scared. Afraid of him and his hurtful comments. He didn't even notice how much he hurt her with it, but she never didn't want to say it either.




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Vegeta felt herself trembling. It wasn't a shivering cold, it was something else. He looked a little closer at her. Tears rolled down her face from her eyes. She cried. But why?


“Wake up, or else ...?” He was about to threaten again. Now was not the time. He had to get Bulma awake somehow. Maybe with cold water. That always helped until now. No, that wasn't the right thing to do.


While he was thinking, he did not notice that he was being watched. Bulma had opened her eyes and was staring at his face, which now shimmered in the moonlight.It was Vegeta, no doubt. Then he looked at her again. Deep in the eyes.


"What happened to you?" he asked calmly. Bulma didn't answer for a while, because she had to think about it first. What actually happened They were kidnapped and trunks and they were locked in a cell. At some point she realized that her son was no longer there. She came out of the cell and was taken to the king. She was then handcuffed to a chair. The king untied the chains and ... brought her to a bed. Bulma didn't think for a while and didn't want to. She was almost raped by the king. Nearly.


Bulma startled and covered her ears with narrowed eyes. She gave a short scream. Vegeta realized that something was wrong. He took her wrists and pulled Bulma back to him. He lowered his head until it stopped just a few inches from her face. He looked serious. Bulma looked at him startled.


"What happened."He asked again. Bulma couldn't avoid an answer. She didn't want to look at him to tell him that.


"Dei ... your father ... he ... he has ... m ... me ..." she stuttered, embarrassed. She couldn't go on, because she was too ashamed to do so.


“What did he do to you?” Vegeta got angry. He examined her a little more closely. He noticed that her blouse was untied. Why should she open her blouse here? It fell off his feet like scales. His father had abused her ... she ... ???


"He raped you ????"


"Nearly." She said softly. Then she started crying. Vegeta had said it and she had tried so hard to fight the tears, but it was too late now. She couldn't stop anymore. She clutched deep into his suit.


Vegeta hadn't wanted to hear the "almost" anymore. No matter who he was, his father or not. He would kill him himself. Vegeta couldn’t let something like that go, and certainly didn’t forgive.He picked up Bulma (I just can't spare myself a comment here: Vegeta is such a prankster !!!) and got up. He noticed that she fell asleep in tears. She was too tired, all the excitement and gravity. It was just too much for her. Then he went out of the cell. Vegeta wanted to take them outside and hide them. Before the king or anyone else could find her. Preferably on the edge of the forest near the castle. There he still knew a good shelter from earlier. For now she would be safe. He went back up the stairs and into the next room. There he smashed the window with one hand and flew out. He looked around briefly and made sure that no one was around.


Suddenly he heard his name shouting from afar. "Vegeta, here!" someone shouted. The addressee looked in the direction from where he heard the voice. He saw nothing. Then he landed on the floor. The prince noticed that someone was getting closer.Son Gohan came running. He stopped halfway and waved the prince over to him. After a long hesitation, he went up to him.


"What happened to Bulma?" Gohan asked horrified.


"None of your business. What are you doing here anyway?"


"I felt a great energy and flew here with Videl and my mother and then we saw you," he explained. Vegeta growled briefly.


"Get the capsule I gave Kakarott. Quick!"


"Do you mean the one with the spaceship? He gave it to me, I should take care of it."


"Then get it out and open it, you idiot!" urged Vegeta. Gohan just nodded and pulled the capsule out of his pocket. * boom * The spaceship was ready to take off. Vegeta opened the door and went inside. Meanwhile, Chichi and Videl were also there. The three followed Vegeta. This put the sleeping Bulma on the bed in the bedroom.


"What happened to Bulma."Chichi asked in shock. She immediately ran to her friend.


“Take care of her,” said the Saiyajin briefly and commandingly.


"What are you going to do now?" asked Gohan. The prince grinned and clenched a fist and his other hand. “Accounting.” With these words he left the spaceship and went back to the throne room.


Trunks and Yera were still fighting there as supersaiyajins. They didn't give each other anything. Vegeta came in the door and slipped past Son Goku. "Oh, Vegeta, and how is it?" But there was no answer. Vegeta walked past the fighters with a serious face and onto the small tribune where the throne stood. "Vegeta, where have you been for so long?" asked the king, annoyed. The fight had been going on far too long. He was at the end of his patience.


His son grabbed his collar and pulled him to his face. His eyes sparkled with anger. “I hate you,” he breathed into his father's ear. He still didn't understand what it was about.

"What do you think?"


“You know that yourself.” Then he hit him on the neck, so that the king passed out and fell to the ground. Vegeta was still angry. He would have loved to kill him. But he couldn't do that on the other side. After all, he was his father. The one who taught him everything and to whom he owes his pride.


He turned around so that he had the battle going on right in front of him. Vegeta saw who was stronger. Yera pocketed more than he could hand out. Soon he would be exhausted and Trunks would have won. But that would take too long.


"Trunks, stop playing! Finish him off!" he screamed. The fight stopped briefly.


"What? Now already? I'm so bland right now. Just a little more ..."


"No. Now do it." Replied the father and looked at him angrily.