AN: Their countries government is based on the United States, just so y'all know. This is heavily influenced by sci-fi movies. Expect it to be reminiscent of Dark City (duh) as well as matrix, 13th floor, (ever noticed all of those movies are alike too?) And don't ask me about timelines because especially at the end of the fic, it'll be pretty psycho. Anywho, enjoy and read my other dbz fic "Mysterious Matchmaker"!
"Madame President?"
The woman turned at the sound of the voice intruding her thoughts. The sun from the open window lit her hair; a waterfall cascading over slender shoulders, shoulders that bore the unseen weight of a country's expectations.
"Yes?" She questioned, her voice tired and her spirit drained.
"The Secretary of Defense is here. He," a pause, "wishes an audience."
"Wishes?" a delicate snort told the other how far she believed that, "How many casualties?"
"Three interns have been sent to medbay so far."
A sigh.
"Send him in then, at least we can give the boys at the pentagon a break from his tyranny."
He entered her office in a flash of military fatigues and flame hair. A scowl planted on his face as he stood at attention. She dropped back into a chair, weary at even looking at his rigid posture.
He was everything she despised. Joined the army when he was still a kid by forging papers no one had bothered to check. He lived for fighting alone, the cause always coming second. He was strength incarnated. His tactical mind was sharp, his strategies genius. He easily raised through the ranks though any fool could see he longed to be back at the war front fighting hand to hand.
But he demanded respect, and he got it. Something she was still struggling for. Though she disliked the man, she invited him into her cabinet at suggestion by her advisors. Being young, female, and beautiful, she had three strikes against her before she could even open her mouth. Not many took her seriously, least of all the man in front of her.
"Well? Is this a social call or do you have something you need to discuss?"
"Bolivia's military command is in the process of switching control. Their troops are inactive and there will be a window of 36 hours in which the country will be defenseless. I propose we arrange a blitz. We could easily take control of the country with minimum casualties."
"I'm sure we could." She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the desk. "But why would we want to? The world is at peace, even if it is a somewhat shaky agreement. Besides, we're the lone superpower. There is no need to prove our strength."
"There is always need to prove our strength. We must never let any country forget what we are capable of. If they lose their fear, we'll lose our control."
"Vegita," she listened to him growl as he always did when she broke formalities, "Just stick to defense. We have no reason to attack anyone."
"You're going to be the ruin of this country woman!"
"Woman!" this got her out of her seat and dangerously close to the enraged male. "I'm not a woman! I'm the President of the strongest country in the world!"
"Then start acting like it! This isn't some bake sale your in charge of. Everything isn't always going to be flowers and puppy dogs. But you do what you have to do because it's your job."
"Is that all that's important to you, your job? Have you ever even cared for anything besides yourself? I'm sorry if I'm not an unfeeling bastard like you are!" She turned away from him. There was no way she'd let him see her cry.
"And what good has caring ever done for you? Everyone close to you got slandered on the tabloids during elections and you're a fool if you think it'll stop there."
"Get out! Get the hell out of my office right now!"
A sigh.
"Why are you crying?" his voice is softer now, if not more gentle.
"Why do you think?" her words are bitter.
"Don't do this." his eyes closed, "Never let anyone see you care. Your heart isn't strong enough to handle their political games."
"And what about your games?"
"I-" a pause "It shouldn't matter what I say." His voice hardened once more.
"Well it does damn it! I need you, asshole! I need," a half sob escaped her lips, "I need your strength."
And she was in his arms, melting into him, releasing the passion, anger, and frustration held inside. They came together, fierce, brutal, desperate. She clung to him, a rock admist her rage. And he memorized her body, his bloodied hands running over the angel he didn't deserve.
***
She stood at the window, staring out at the endless night. The dark man slipped behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned her head back on his chest, never taking her eyes off of the sky.
"Do you think there's anything out there? It saddens me to think were alone in the universe, but its frightening to think were not. They really are beautiful. I don't think I've taken the time to really look since I've been in office."
The stars brightened and she blinked at the intruding light. The world seemed to shift out of focus.
She blinked again, she was feeling light headed. She hadn't ate that morning.
"Do you have any enemies Ms. Briefs?" The detective questioned her.
"No, I told you I have no clue who it could be. It's probably a fan. This isn't the first time I've had a stalker." She had been in his office for hours! She couldn't believe how incompetent this man was. Prattling on about enemies and asking her to make a list of people she knew. She was a famous actress! She wouldn't be done by labor day if she tried to write out everyone she knew, or that knew her.
"Ok, well we'll look into it. In the mean time, one of my men will stay with you."
"I don't think that's necessary. Besides, what would my fans think if I was having some strange man live with me!"
"What would they think if you turned up dead? I'm sorry to be blunt, but this psycho sneaked past your state of the art security system. I wouldn't be comfortable leaving you alone."
She supposed he was right. She had the best system on the market and it was unsettling how easy some sicko managed to bypass it. She had been out of the country when it happened, but the thought of it happening again when she was in her house quickly settled her mind. She could still see that creepy message on her mirror when she shut her eyes.
She nodded her consent and a dark man was sent in. The detective smiled, he wasn't sure the young actress wouldn't be in more danger with his man there, but he knew everyone on the force would feel a lot safer without working with that lunatic. He was dangerous and unpredictable. But he was the best.
Vegita glanced at the young women in his care. Something told him he should know her. She was definitely familiar. He tried to determine where he knew her from. The cut of her clothes pointed to prostitute, but the material was too expensive for a common working girl. No, he had a sense that it wasn't from around the station.
"So, should I know you?"
"Of course!" she replied haughtily, "I'm only the hottest actress out there!"
Something told him it was more then that, but he pushed it out of his head. She lead him into a guest room.
"You can stay here."
"Where is your room?"
"It's in the east wing."
"I need a room closer to yours if I'm to catch this guy."
"Fine. But no funny business!" She warned him as she led him to a room across the hall from her own. She had wanted him as far away as possible, but she also wanted to live so she figured a compromise was in order.
He inspected his room, her room and looked at all the windows. When he was satisfied with knowing all the ways in and out of this wing. He allowed her back into her room.
Vegita was already up the next morning when she came into the kitchen for breakfast. She yawned and moaned as she blindly tried to fix herself a cup of coffee. It wasn't four in the morning yet, and she didn't have enough cognitive abilities awake to question what her 'body guard' was doing up. He grabbed the pot from her hands before she spilt it all over herself and really woke up. He poured her a cup and set it in front of her. She sipped it carefully, but there wasn't much difference in her state.
"I'm a famous actress," she moaned, "I'm supposed to get perks! Not get up at some ungodly hour every morning to go to work!"
"Quit complaining. It wouldn't be work if it was fun. Guarding you isn't my idea of a good time either but you do what you have to do because it's your job."
"Is that all that's important to you, your job?" she questioned through slitted eyes and handed him her cup to refill. It was too early. She yawned and missed him flinch at her question. Something tugged at his mind, something he should remember. But the feeling disappeared as she continued. "Anyways, are you coming with me to the set today?"
"Madame President?"
The woman turned at the sound of the voice intruding her thoughts. The sun from the open window lit her hair; a waterfall cascading over slender shoulders, shoulders that bore the unseen weight of a country's expectations.
"Yes?" She questioned, her voice tired and her spirit drained.
"The Secretary of Defense is here. He," a pause, "wishes an audience."
"Wishes?" a delicate snort told the other how far she believed that, "How many casualties?"
"Three interns have been sent to medbay so far."
A sigh.
"Send him in then, at least we can give the boys at the pentagon a break from his tyranny."
He entered her office in a flash of military fatigues and flame hair. A scowl planted on his face as he stood at attention. She dropped back into a chair, weary at even looking at his rigid posture.
He was everything she despised. Joined the army when he was still a kid by forging papers no one had bothered to check. He lived for fighting alone, the cause always coming second. He was strength incarnated. His tactical mind was sharp, his strategies genius. He easily raised through the ranks though any fool could see he longed to be back at the war front fighting hand to hand.
But he demanded respect, and he got it. Something she was still struggling for. Though she disliked the man, she invited him into her cabinet at suggestion by her advisors. Being young, female, and beautiful, she had three strikes against her before she could even open her mouth. Not many took her seriously, least of all the man in front of her.
"Well? Is this a social call or do you have something you need to discuss?"
"Bolivia's military command is in the process of switching control. Their troops are inactive and there will be a window of 36 hours in which the country will be defenseless. I propose we arrange a blitz. We could easily take control of the country with minimum casualties."
"I'm sure we could." She leaned forward and placed her elbows on the desk. "But why would we want to? The world is at peace, even if it is a somewhat shaky agreement. Besides, we're the lone superpower. There is no need to prove our strength."
"There is always need to prove our strength. We must never let any country forget what we are capable of. If they lose their fear, we'll lose our control."
"Vegita," she listened to him growl as he always did when she broke formalities, "Just stick to defense. We have no reason to attack anyone."
"You're going to be the ruin of this country woman!"
"Woman!" this got her out of her seat and dangerously close to the enraged male. "I'm not a woman! I'm the President of the strongest country in the world!"
"Then start acting like it! This isn't some bake sale your in charge of. Everything isn't always going to be flowers and puppy dogs. But you do what you have to do because it's your job."
"Is that all that's important to you, your job? Have you ever even cared for anything besides yourself? I'm sorry if I'm not an unfeeling bastard like you are!" She turned away from him. There was no way she'd let him see her cry.
"And what good has caring ever done for you? Everyone close to you got slandered on the tabloids during elections and you're a fool if you think it'll stop there."
"Get out! Get the hell out of my office right now!"
A sigh.
"Why are you crying?" his voice is softer now, if not more gentle.
"Why do you think?" her words are bitter.
"Don't do this." his eyes closed, "Never let anyone see you care. Your heart isn't strong enough to handle their political games."
"And what about your games?"
"I-" a pause "It shouldn't matter what I say." His voice hardened once more.
"Well it does damn it! I need you, asshole! I need," a half sob escaped her lips, "I need your strength."
And she was in his arms, melting into him, releasing the passion, anger, and frustration held inside. They came together, fierce, brutal, desperate. She clung to him, a rock admist her rage. And he memorized her body, his bloodied hands running over the angel he didn't deserve.
***
She stood at the window, staring out at the endless night. The dark man slipped behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She leaned her head back on his chest, never taking her eyes off of the sky.
"Do you think there's anything out there? It saddens me to think were alone in the universe, but its frightening to think were not. They really are beautiful. I don't think I've taken the time to really look since I've been in office."
The stars brightened and she blinked at the intruding light. The world seemed to shift out of focus.
She blinked again, she was feeling light headed. She hadn't ate that morning.
"Do you have any enemies Ms. Briefs?" The detective questioned her.
"No, I told you I have no clue who it could be. It's probably a fan. This isn't the first time I've had a stalker." She had been in his office for hours! She couldn't believe how incompetent this man was. Prattling on about enemies and asking her to make a list of people she knew. She was a famous actress! She wouldn't be done by labor day if she tried to write out everyone she knew, or that knew her.
"Ok, well we'll look into it. In the mean time, one of my men will stay with you."
"I don't think that's necessary. Besides, what would my fans think if I was having some strange man live with me!"
"What would they think if you turned up dead? I'm sorry to be blunt, but this psycho sneaked past your state of the art security system. I wouldn't be comfortable leaving you alone."
She supposed he was right. She had the best system on the market and it was unsettling how easy some sicko managed to bypass it. She had been out of the country when it happened, but the thought of it happening again when she was in her house quickly settled her mind. She could still see that creepy message on her mirror when she shut her eyes.
She nodded her consent and a dark man was sent in. The detective smiled, he wasn't sure the young actress wouldn't be in more danger with his man there, but he knew everyone on the force would feel a lot safer without working with that lunatic. He was dangerous and unpredictable. But he was the best.
Vegita glanced at the young women in his care. Something told him he should know her. She was definitely familiar. He tried to determine where he knew her from. The cut of her clothes pointed to prostitute, but the material was too expensive for a common working girl. No, he had a sense that it wasn't from around the station.
"So, should I know you?"
"Of course!" she replied haughtily, "I'm only the hottest actress out there!"
Something told him it was more then that, but he pushed it out of his head. She lead him into a guest room.
"You can stay here."
"Where is your room?"
"It's in the east wing."
"I need a room closer to yours if I'm to catch this guy."
"Fine. But no funny business!" She warned him as she led him to a room across the hall from her own. She had wanted him as far away as possible, but she also wanted to live so she figured a compromise was in order.
He inspected his room, her room and looked at all the windows. When he was satisfied with knowing all the ways in and out of this wing. He allowed her back into her room.
Vegita was already up the next morning when she came into the kitchen for breakfast. She yawned and moaned as she blindly tried to fix herself a cup of coffee. It wasn't four in the morning yet, and she didn't have enough cognitive abilities awake to question what her 'body guard' was doing up. He grabbed the pot from her hands before she spilt it all over herself and really woke up. He poured her a cup and set it in front of her. She sipped it carefully, but there wasn't much difference in her state.
"I'm a famous actress," she moaned, "I'm supposed to get perks! Not get up at some ungodly hour every morning to go to work!"
"Quit complaining. It wouldn't be work if it was fun. Guarding you isn't my idea of a good time either but you do what you have to do because it's your job."
"Is that all that's important to you, your job?" she questioned through slitted eyes and handed him her cup to refill. It was too early. She yawned and missed him flinch at her question. Something tugged at his mind, something he should remember. But the feeling disappeared as she continued. "Anyways, are you coming with me to the set today?"