Memories Resurfaced: Sickness

Memories Resurfaced Ch.2

Vegeta grumbled and went to get the door. He already it was unmistakably Goku, because of the signature door ring.

'I could just walk away right now...' he thought regrettably. But his law of instinct and kicking Goku's butt made him open the door to only see his dopey looking grin smiling right back at him.

"Hi, Vegeta! Long time no see!" Goku yelled as he gave Vegeta a big bear hug.

"Yeah, I only saw you YESTERDAY and the day before! What a time period!" he said hastily releasing himself from Goku's turtle hermit grip.

"I've been taking a break from training, that's all,"

"Shouldn't you, you know, maybe hang out with your little 'family' and maybe leave me alone?"

"Sorry, if I'd known you wanted to be alone, I would've done that or maybe talk to Bulma. I'm sorry, Vegeta,"

"Whatever, Kakkarot," and with that began to walk upstairs and slammed the door to his room, nearly making it fall off its hinges. It was then that Bulma walked in.

"Hi, Goku. What's up with Vegeta?" she asked.

"I guess I made him mad. He told me that he didn't want to talk to me and that he wanted to be alone," he said in a depressed tone.

"Don't worry, Goku. If I know Vegeta enough, then he'll be wanting to spar with you sometime soon, and then you'll be able to do plenty of talking, okay?"

"Okay,"

"Now, lets get you something to drink!"

"Good! I'm thirsty!" They walked into the kitchen and began to talk excitedly.

"That baka," he angrily mumbled to himself. "He thinks that I, the Prince of the Saiyans, would want to actually stand in that bumbling third class dope's breathing perimeter for a second,"

He flew himself on his bed and began to think of ways to beat him. It wasn't long before he fell into a deep sleep and began to dream.

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"B-but why? Why my wife? Why must she go?" King Vegeta stuttered to a man in a lab coat and dark glasses.

"Because, she is vital to the procedure if we are to keep little Vegeta here," he replied calmly. "You know he refuses to stay unless she stays with him,"

"I know, but you must swear that the alliance stays, and that they both remain safe!"

"Of course! No harm will become either of them, and our alliance will stay so long as they do for a year at least, alright?"

"Fine,"

Vegeta listened through the wall at his father's conversation.
'I can't believe he's making me stay here, just because of this pointless alliance,' he thought with disgust.

He didn't want to go in the first place, and he wouldn't have unless his mother, Queen Luttichia, had told him that she would stay with him. He loved his mother more than anything, and his favorite thing to do was just being with her, and fighting of course. This alliance seemed to mean worlds to his father, and he also didn't like disappointing him. But they were so much weaker than the Saiyan race. The only reason that he wanted the alliance was because the Artillians had vast amounts of knowledge and technology, they also were on Frieza's good side, which was a good bonus. But to Vegeta, it still wasn't worth it. He didn't like the Artillians at all. They were extremely weak, but they were psychic, and had many other planets fear them in spite of their power levels.

Their leader, Tanaka, seemed to be the single most evil and powerful of them all. He was also the smartest. He always gave him a weird look that told him something was not right. They told him that everything was fine, and that it was only for alliance matters. But Vegeta had a small feeling that they wanted more than that.

He was interrupted in his thoughts when someone grabbed his arm forcefully. He looked up to only see, his father staring down at him with both anger and compassion.

"Son, I'll be seeing you in a year or so, alright?" he spoke quietly.

"I STILL don't want to go! I don't like them or their technology! This alliance is pointless! Plus, their weaklings!" he replied angrily.

"I know the alliance seems useless, but they also have an alliance with Frieza, and for now I would like to stay on his good side!"

"I have a bad feeling about it...they keep giving me these weird looks and they tell me that they have plans for me and mother!"

"It's for the best, and as long as your mother is there, they won't lay a finger on her, okay?"

"I DON'T WANT TO GO!! And I WON'T go!!"
One of the guards grabbed his arm and began to pull him away from his father. With a last pleading look to his father he was dragged down the hall.

"I DON'T WANT TO GO!!!" he screamed over and over again until everything went dark.

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"HELLO, VEGETA?!" he heard a woman scream in his ear. He woke up startled and saw Bulma leaning over him on his bed and Goku not far behind her.

"What do you want, woman?!" he yelled back.

"I WANT you to shut up! You've been screaming for at least an hour! I THOUGHT I'd be nice and see if you were alright!"

"Well I'm fine! And what is HE doing in MY room?!" he pointed to Goku.

"Well, I thought I'd come with Bulma to see if you were okay," he said innocently. "Are you sure? You look like you were crying," he pointed to Vegeta's face.

He reached up to feel tears stained on his face and he realized for the first time that his eyes were watery. He wiped them away hastily.
"OF COURSE I WASN'T CRYING!!! ME? CRY?! Your nuts!"

"By the looks of it, yes you were crying! Its okay, Vegeta. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone!" Bulma told him calmly. "We'll leave now, alright?"

"Good!" Vegeta hissed. They began to leave his room.
When he was sure that they were well away from his room he attempted to get out of bed. As soon as his feet touched the floor and Vegeta put weight on them, he felt dizzy. He walked downstairs catching Bulma saying bye to Goku as he walked out the door. The feeling in his stomach was becoming overwhelming, and he thought he was going to throw up.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" Bulma turned to him seeing him swaying back and forth, he looked pale.

"I'm FINE! For the one hundredth time today! Jeez!" he spat at her with venom.

"Sorry! Throw me a bone here! I'm just concerned! Alright?" she threw back in his face.

"Whatever, woman,"

"I HAVE a name! It's Bulma! B-U-L-M-A!"

"I can spell, BULMA!"

He walked into the kitchen with hopes of finding something to eat, even if he wasn't in the best condition for eating at the moment. After sitting at the table with a well over human consumption amount of food, he began to eat.

Bulma watched in amazement as the arrogant Saiyan ate truckloads of food. But he stopped during half of it. This meant that she would not have to shop four times this week, and that something was wrong.

"Hey, Vegeta. You're not finishing your food! You sure your okay?" she asked with concern in her tone.

He didn't even reply. He was a ghostly white at this point, and was wobbling towards the stairs. He barely made it to the first step when he fell to the floor in a dead faint, and his world went black.

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