Chapter 2

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Zarbon,” Vegeta said sarcastically as he saw Zarbon coming.

“It’s Vegeta and a girl.  I’ll rip him apart when I get my hands on him!” Zarbon growled as he
transformed into that reptilian monster.  “Vegeta, I’ve been sent to retrieve the Dragon Balls,
where are they?” he asked as he landed in front of them.

“I lost them,” Vegeta replied.

“I don’t think so.  Give them to me!!!” Zarbon growled.

“Well then, come here and take them from me,” Vegeta said as he began to levitate, meeting
Zarbon’s eye level.

“If it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you’ll get!” Zarbon said as he fired blue energy beams at
Vegeta but he dodged them easily.  “He’s stronger than before,” Zarbon thought.

“I thought I’ve never say this, but I hope Vegeta wins,” Bulma thought, hiding behind a boulder.

Vegeta flew up in the air and Zarbon followed.  He shattered Zarbon with yellow beams but
Zarbon dodged each one.  Vegeta quickly dissappeared from Zarbon’s sight and appeared behind
him.

“Take this you green sissy!” he chuckled sinisterly and punched his back.

“Why you!” Zarbon growled as he felt his armour crack.  He turned around and tried to kick
Vegeta.  Vegeta just flew higher, dodging Zarbon’s attack.

“You need more training,” Vegeta insulted as he stomped on Zarbon’s back, sending him to the
lake.

“Huh?” Bulma thought, she heard a big splash and peeked through the boulder.  “Aaaaahhhh!”
she screeched as she saw Vegeta shatter the lake with yellow beams.

“That takes care of him,” Vegeta chuckled, looking smug.  He came over to Bulma and saw her
whimpering.  “Stop that!  You’ll be seeing more fighting so you better get used it!” he growled.

“Aaaahhhh!” Bulma shrieked, pointing something behind Vegeta.

“What now... aaaahhhh!” Vegeta winced.  Zarbon came out of the lake and fired a beam at
Vegeta, piercing his left arm.

“I’m out of here!” Bulma screamed as she ran back to the boulder for cover.

“My arm...” Vegeta winced.  He putted his right hand on the wound, preventing blood from
coming out.

“Surrender Vegeta or be destroyed!” Zarbon cackled.

“You fool!  It takes more than a cut to beat a Saiyan!” Vegeta said as he sank on the ground, his
hand gripped the Earth.

Zarbon took to the air and dove at Vegeta.  Vegeta chuckled and jumped away, dodging Zarbon’s
attack.  Zarbon growled in annoyance and pursued the Saiyan Prince.

“Got you now,” Vegeta whispered as he released the sand from his hands.

“What the hell?” Zarbon winced as Vegeta’s sand entered his eyes.

“You’re a fool Zarbon!” Vegeta laughed insanely as he fired a huge yellow beam at him, sending
him to the ground.  Most of his armour was gone.

“Give it up!” Zarbon growled in annoyance.

“Is that all you can do because I’m just getting warmed up!”

“Ha ha ha ha!  You must have forgotten how easily I defeated you the last time!” Zarbon cackled.

“You under estimate the power of a Saiyan.  Now, say your last requests before I send you to hell
or forever hold your peace!” Vegeta said in his almighty voice.

“Whaaaa!” Zarbon gasped.

Vegeta quickly dashed to him and did an upper cut on his stomach, launching Zarbon to the air.
Vegeta pursued him and punched him on the stomach and his hand went in.  Blood trickled from
Zarbon’s stomach as Vegeta took out his hand.  He then blasted Zarbon, sending him to the lake
with blood flying every where.

“Aaaaahhh!” Bulma shrieked again.  She witnessed the whole fight and never saw this much
violence in her life.

“Oh,” Vegeta groaned as he landed on the ground, his right hand was holding his cut.

“Are you okay?” Bulma asked hesitantly as she ran to him.

“Go away woman!  I’m fine!” Vegeta growled.

“No, you look hurted,” she insisted.

“I told you, I’m fine!  Why do you care anyway?!!!”

“Just shut up and let me take a look at your wound!”

“Fine!  If you insist!” Vegeta said, annoyed and removed his hand from his cut.

“Okay, it’ll be fine but it needs bandages,” Bulma said after observing Vegeta’s cut.  “Let’s go to
the lake and wash it.”  Vegeta followed her to the lake.

“Now what?”

“Take off you gloves, eeewww, they’re all bloody.  Let’s wash them,” Bulma said disgustingly.
Reluctantly, Vegeta obeyed her and took off his gloves.  “Now, sit down and take off you shirt.”

Vegeta sat down but didn’t take off his shirt.  Bulma reached for her pocket and took out a
capsule kit.  She took out a red capsule and clicked on a button.  The capsule transformed into a
medicine box.

“I thought I told you to take off your shirt.  How am I suppose to take care of your cut with your
shirt on?” Bulma asked as she turned to him.

“Oh well...” Vegeta groaned.  He undid the clasps for his armour and then took his shirt off.

Bulma sat down beside him and took out a bottle of alcohol and a bag of cotton balls.  “Wow,
what a great body this guy has... eeeeewww... what am I thinking?” Bulma asked herself mentally.

“Hurry up and get on with it woman!” Vegeta said impatiently.

“Oh, uh, okay!” Bulma said.  She rubbed a cotton ball with alcohol against Vegeta’s cut and he
winced.  Bulma then reached for bandages in her medicine box.  She wrapped Vegeta’s cut as
gently as she could.

“Her hands... they’re so soft...” Vegeta thought.  Bulma finished wrapping his arm with bandages
and then slid his shirt back on.

“You’re welcome,” Bulma said sarcastically.  She took Vegeta’s gloves and turned to the lake
and began to wash them.

“I wonder why she’s doing this for me.  Is it because humans are suppose to be like this or is she
trying to trick me?” Vegeta asked himself mentally.  Vegeta never experienced kindness from
another person before, he was confused and puzzled.

“There, your gloves are clean from blood,” Bulma said as she threw them at Vegeta.  Vegeta
effortlessly caught them and putted them back on.

“Let’s move, we’ll run into more trouble if we stay here,” Vegeta announced.

“What ever you say,” Bulma groaned.  Vegeta walked over to her and scooped her up.  “My, his
hands... they’re so strong.  I’ve never felt so secured in my life,” Bulma thought as they began to
levitate and then flew away.

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