ODD|YSSEY
Summary: There's nothing more than Vegeta wants than for The Council to reconstruct Planet Vegetasai so that he can become king and continue his pure blooded race, rebuilding the strongest warriors in the universe. All he and his royal guard have to do is complete their probationary period and serve out the missions they are given to keep peace in the galaxy. Easier said than done when Vegeta can't seem to keep his evil nature at bay, a new threat seems to be wreaking havoc across various planets, and a blue haired siren gets in the way of his goal. An AU Sci-Fi fic and of course B/V Romance (please be patient for the romance, I promise you it will happen). May contain lemon at some point, vulgar language and mature themes ahead.
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Prologue:
Long ago in the Klaywim Galaxy, a monster by the name of Frieza ignited his wrath among the planets, leaving much destruction in his wake. Using the aid of the Saiyajins of Planet Vegetasai to further his terror, the galaxy had little to no hope of living peacefully. Eventually, five individuals from several planets combined their strengths and managed to rid the mighty Frieza from the universe completely. Because of their heroism and powers, they grouped together, forming The Council, priding themselves on their ability to maintain peace and governing the galaxy. They founded Planet Sunaru, a technologically advanced habitat that sits in the center of Klaywim and bustling with life.
Their first ruling was to declare Planet Vegetasai uninhabitable due to their treachery, imprisoning all Saiyajins with harsh labor, ultimately leading to many of their deaths. Deciding that the Saiyajins would prove to be a potential threat in the future, The Council decided it would be best to wipe out their existence all together. However, one Saiyajin stood out, as having led a revolt on Vegetasai against working for Frieza. Because of his pleading and his reputation, the council ruled that the royal crown of Vegetasai would work for them for five years and help maintain the peace that they fought so hard to create. If they proved themselves to no longer be a threat, The Council vowed to reopen Vegetasai and let the royal crown rule again. Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyajins, and his royal guard were selected from the crown to join The Council's army, along with the oddly kind Saiyajin. And while their destructive nature imposed several obstacles along the way, they have managed to do The Council's bidding for the past three years.
Shortly before our story begins, Vegeta learns of his father's death, thus making him the next rightful King of Vegetasai. A dream that has been his as a child sits prominently on his tongue, sweet and savory, and he declares that nothing will stand in his way from ruling Vegetasai again.
And now, our saga begins…
oooOOOooo
"Goddamnit, this tastes foul."
"Why are you complaining? You're drinking away my credits."
"That's because you lost, you fucking pussy."
"I wouldn't have lost if you hadn't knocked me out of the way, you chicken shit."
"Serves you right, someone had to knock you on your ass. You've been getting cocky."
"Sounds to me like you're worried. Like you finally know that I'm stronger than you."
"You wanna prove it? Wanna have a go at it right now?"
"Will you two shut the fuck up!?" Vegeta clenched his glass in his hand tightly, the sides of it beginning to crack under his weighted fist. He narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits, casting deathly glares at the two brutes at his side. They quieted immediately, pouring their poisons down their throat swiftly and grimacing at the after taste.
"See what you did, Nappa? You've put our prince in a sore mood."
"I'll put you in a sore mood, Raditz! I'm really getting fed up with your shit—"
"Enough!" The counter at the bar shook as Vegeta slammed his palms down, quieting the busy chatter of the patrons around them. Several eyes darted their way discreetly, aware of the irritation of the prince engulfing the room like a scorned shadow. Vegeta growled from the pit of his belly before motioning the bartender over, glaring at Nappa and Raditz again.
"You two are this fucking close from my foot being shoved far up your asses. All I want to do is drink this day away, but I can't do that if you're bickering like children!"
Nappa shook his head and scoffed, but said nothing. While Vegeta had a temper that he wore like a second skin, his words were not an idle threat. He drank down his comeback with his third shot glass, allowing the liquid to haze his mind and counter his sharp tongue.
"What'll it be gentlemen?" The bartender wiped the inside of a mug with a white towel, the blue and purple lights above him illuminating his bald head.
"Another round of whatever this is," Vegeta gestured to the empty glasses, "and add it to that one's tab." His white gloved finger pointed directly at Raditz, whose mouth pressed into a tight line. He was only supposed to pay for Nappa's drinks, a direct loss of their bet from the mission earlier, but it seemed Vegeta had other plans.
"Sure thing. That'll be four Neon Sludges, right? Or are you still babysitting?" The bartender smirked at the youngest Saiyajin next to Raditz, who was running his finger around the brim of his own glass.
"Fuck no," Raditz turned his mouth upwards disapprovingly, "bring him two."
"You got it," the bar ender chuckled, his voice becoming lost in the techno beats that vibrated off of the walls as he moved down to the other end of the bar.
"Raditz, why'd you order for me? I already told you I don't want to drink."
"I don't give a shit what you want, Kakarot, shut your uppity ass up and drink. Besides," he turned around and surveyed the bar behind him, the dance floor crowded as several species vigorously grinded on each other against the deep thumps of the music, "you'd have to be drunk to mingle with these guys." He scoffed in disgust, shaking his head at his current predicament.
"What's wrong with the crowd here?" Kakarot scratched his head, genuinely confused as to Raditz' intolerance of the bar's patrons. "They don't seem to be doing anything wrong."
"Kakarot, you are the bane of every Saiyajin's existence," Vegeta gripped his temple tightly between his forefingers and sighed. "Any race that is not a Saiyajin is an abomination. And as soon as we're done with this ridiculous shit The Council has us doing, I plan on proving that again."
Nappa and Raditz chuckled darkly, reading into their prince's words with pride. They knew that Vegeta could only play the hero for so long before the darkness inside tore him open like a caged animal. They counted down the days until they could taste the bitter salt of their planet and bathe themselves in the light of its many suns.
Kakarot frowned, he too understanding the weight of Vegeta's words, but knowing the time and place to speak his concerns was not upon him.
The bartender came back to them, skillfully balancing several shot glasses in his hands and placing them in front of the Saiyajins. With a calculated grin, he slid two of the glasses to Kakarot, his eyebrow perched.
"You know, I'm going to lose a lot of respect for you if you can't hold your own, Kakarot."
"Not you too, Tien," Kakarot sighed as he nestled one of his glasses in his hand, swirling the contents around. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he looked upon the bald man again; breaking his trio of glasses as he slid one in Tien's direction, "Take one with me."
Tien glanced at him questioningly for several seconds before shrugging his shoulders. "What the hell, my shift is almost over." He raised the glass, gesturing an air toast to Kakarot before both parties knocked their drinks back. Tien pursed his lips together in distaste. "Why do you guys keep ordering this crap?"
"Because it's the only thing in this piece of shit that has any semblance of worth," Nappa retorted, drinking his own glass, "We're not settling for that watered down shit you call brews."
"If you say so," Tien shook his head again as he pulled a towel up from underneath the counter, wiping it vigorously, "so what has The Council had you boys up to lately?"
"Like we would share that information with the likes of you," Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed, "if you weren't serving us drinks, I'd send a ki ball through your belly and watch your insides curl out for wasting my time with such a question."
"Yeah sure, that's the reason," Tien chuckled, his eyes darting as a patron approached the counter, " has absolutely nothing to do with The Council. But it's good to see that you're in great spirits as always, Vegeta."
"Tch," Vegeta swallowed down the animalistic instinct to reach across the counter and sever Tien's head from his body, remembering his true goal. He would have his day when he could gloat over the bodies of those who dare look at him wrong, he was sure of it.
A warm arm pressed against his own, and he recoiled back at the intrusion. A woman leaned against the counter, her eyes directed at Tien as she conversed about what to order. Vegeta looked her up and down, noting the oddity of her color. Planet Sunaru was the only planet in the galaxy that had the intermixings of different races and species, and it wasn't uncommon to see purple skinned creatures as well as creatures with numerous eyes and limbs. But Vegeta knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had never met a human with aquatic tresses.
As if she was clairvoyant, the woman peered down at him, raising an eyebrow as she met his intense gaze. Vegeta took notice that the hairs above her eyes, as well as her lashes, were the same teal color, and even the irises that burned against his own were the lightest shade of blue. She pursed her painted pink lips and cocked her hip, resting a hand against the curve.
"Can I help you?" Her voice was silky, a musical without the notes, a wise tone that expressed an all knowing being.
He laughed mockingly at her, slowly drawing his eyes up and down her thick frame, before meeting her stare again. "Absolutely not, human," he drank his Sludge, his eyes expressing his distaste for her presence.
She too shared a mocking laugh, shaking her head in the process. "He who is without a home dares laugh at the comfort of others in theirs. How pitiful." She flicked her hair over one shoulder, a style that was artfully braided down the center of her scalp and teased for volume. The lighting above her picked up on several gold jewels that were embedded down the braid, matching perfectly against the color of her hair. The jewels looked rather expensive, and Vegeta recognized them as being coveted treasures from Otul, a planet with creatures of strange red marking and black beads for eyes. One had to have extensive luxuries to afford Otul's insane trade system.
"The comfort of your home, you say?" The taste of rage was present on his tongue, and he ran his teeth across the surface to savor the intensity of the flavor, "do tell me then, in what direction is the whore's brothel?"
"Whore!?" She screeched, bringing her hand to her chest.
"Well, that is what you are, am I correct?" He slowly looked over her attire, a sleeveless fitting white dress that dipped low at the front to her belly button, golden straps lacing one side to the other, nestling comfortably on top of her pasty skin. The bottom trailed behind her, an upside down halo, while the middle was slit entirely too high, giving a clear view of her sparkling gold panties. "You sure look the part, so I'm just calling it how I see it." He reached to her braid, carefully looking over the jewels, "and an expensive whore at that."
Her chest puffed out as the anger swelled in her body, threatening to climb the ladder of her throat. She took a deep breath and appeared to recompose herself, taking his hand from her hair. She let her fingers linger over his for a moment, her gaze concentrated at his palm. With a fire that evenly matched Vegeta's, she flung his hand from hers and leaned down, their faces close in proximity. Vegeta battled internally with himself, fighting to ignore his testosterone that wanted to gaze upon her spilling cleavage, but the second she opened her lips, his reasoning won.
"Everything you touch will turn to ruin," she breathed against his cheek, her oceanic eyes peering tightly into his inked orbs, "your family has fallen, and soon you will too. The moon cycles for you are the life of Kyuru blossom, and the suns will rise on your royal blood." She looked at him intensely for a fraction of a moment before standing again. "Tien, I will call down from my room if I choose to order anything." She shot a glare at Vegeta before directing her attention to the other Saiyajins. "Following a prince who is lost is the same as lying down with him when he loses," she let her eyes rest on Kakarot, her gaze softening somewhat, "you know that." And with her cryptic message, she turned to leave them.
"Woman!" Vegeta roared, his back to her as he glanced over his shoulder. She stopped mid stride, but did not turn around. "If you ever lay a hand on me again, make no mistake, I will kill you."
She stood in her place momentarily but said nothing, and soon only the clicking of her heels filled her silent response.
Vegeta grit his teeth and turned back to the counter, gripping his glass until it broke, the shards ricocheting across the counter top.
"Who the hell was that insane bitch?" Nappa's eyes fired to Tien for answers.
"Her name is Bulma and she lives in the suites upstairs," Tien scratched his hairless scalp and shook his head, "she's a strange one."
"Well she's going to be a dead one for speaking to Vegeta that way!" Raditz slammed his palms against the counters. "Furthermore, how the hell does she even know about King Vegeta's death? The Council ensured us that the news wasn't public information!"
"Says the man saying it so loudly!" Nappa roared. "But he's right! How did that damned harpy know that about you, Vegeta? Is she some sort of enemy? Should I march behind her and stick my fist through her tits?"
"You guys know we can't do anything like that," Kakarot spoke his voice of reason, "The Council would destroy us and Vegetasai."
"You fucking ingrate!" Raditz grabbed Kakarot's collar before Kakarot shoved him backwards. "Whose side are you even on?!"
"Stop!" The anger laced through Vegeta's tone as he struggled to collect himself and quiet the beast that demanded her head. "As much as I hate to admit it, Kakarot is right. I will get Vegetasai back, and no blue haired wench will stand in the way of that." He cast a heated glare over at Raditz, causing the long haired Saiyajin to tremble and take his seat. He knew that look; the look that Vegeta would show right before a battle, and knew not to step too roughly in his presence.
"I'm calm," Raditz mumbled, leaning his chin against his palm, fingering the brim of his glass.
"Tien," Vegeta barked, "when we are here, you make sure that she is not in my presence."
"I can't do that, Vegeta, I told you she lives here. I don't think you truly understand who Bulma is—"
"I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND WHO I AM!" Vegeta perched himself on the counter, one knee pressed against the black wood and the other dangling over the side as he grabbed a fistful of Tien's shirt and pulled him dangerously close. "That was not a request, that was an order," his voice dripped dangerously low as he growled, his top lip curling over his teeth.
"Vegeta," Nappa reached out and grabbed his arm, "calm yourself."
Vegeta cast a glare upon Nappa before huffing and throwing Tien backwards, his back angrily smashing against the wall behind him. Tien moaned in pain as Vegeta struggled to breathe.
The scouter on his wrist blinked red once before a cone shaped hologram emerged before them. The Council sat at their long table, looking impatient.
"Yes?" Vegeta said through clenched teeth, trying to regulate his breathing.
"My, my, you seem to be out of sorts," a whimsical voice sang from The Council, followed by laughter.
"I am fine," he growled, before closing his eyes and sighing, "I was dealing with a personal matter."
"Well put your childish acts to the side and come to the Citadel," another voice sprouted, this one sounding bored, "we have a mission for you guys."
"We're on our way," Vegeta pressed the button and the hologram was gone. He looked to the others, and rolled his head around, cracking his neck. "You heard the bastards, let's go. With any luck, this mission will involve bloodshed," he leaned down the counter and grabbed Kakarot's neglected drink, pouring the contents down his throat, "I have an itch that needs to be scratched."
oooOOOooo
The dome that encompassed the Citadel was a milky glass, always giving the impression that the city was in perfect weather.
It was one of the many things about the metropolitan area that Vegeta despised, his mood instantly growing somber as he stepped out of his hover pod. He spat in the gray dirt at his feet and watched as the phlegm dissolved in the grains, leaving the pavement visibly untouched.
"I hate how fucking perfect they try to make everything out to be," he mumbled under his breath, repositioning his armor, "at least Vegetasai was true to its character."
"You're damned right about that," Nappa laughed, a hearty sound emerging from the pit of his belly, "I miss the smell of copper and shit in the afternoon."
"I don't," Kakarot grimaced, images of red dirt and littered bodies circulating in his mind, "you're crazy, Nappa."
"That's cause you're a little pansy, Kakarot. Maybe Bardock should have let you experience the battlefield more often instead of leaving you at your mother's teat."
"I can fight, Nappa," Kakarot's tone became laced with a dark seriousness, causing Nappa to gaze out the corner of his eye at him when he felt his power surge, "just because I don't go boasting about it like you guys do doesn't mean I'm weak."
Vegeta chuckled at that, knowing that there was truth amongst his words. Kakarot had not participated in many battles on Vegetasai, but when the time came for him to fight, he certainly proved his worth. It was one of the three reasons that Vegeta had allowed him to join his royal guard.
"What the hell ever, Kakarot," Nappa grumbled, picking up his pace and walking ahead of the group, "it's not like strength matters when all we do is become The Council's bitches."
"Sulking doesn't fit you," Vegeta told him, "if anything it makes that ugly face of yours more despicable to look at."
Nappa kept quiet, mumbling cruel nothings about his prince out of his hearing proximity. Vegeta smirked, enjoying the way he could put Nappa in his place with mere taunting. It was a game that he relished as a child when Nappa became his caretaker, and growing in age only manifested his hurl of insults at the brute.
They walked in silence to The Council's chambers, a tall glass building that one could not see inside of. The life around the Citadel was always busy with numerous robo-techs sprouting out news and help, some of them even working stands for goods and services. The culture was sporadic; many of the citizens had supported The Council in their early years and were invited to live among them in their haven of paradise. Vegeta watched as a green skinned cyclops woman danced among the faux grass to their side, hypnotic music that must have come from her home planet blaring over the speakers. A robo-tech propositioned her small audience to trade credits for her impromptu show, opening its compartment to receive the funds. He shook his head in annoyance and continued his journey onwards.
After scanning their scouters that doubled as ID badges, the Saiyajins headed inside, ignoring the friendly robo-techs that offered their assistance. The robo-techs were not programmed to understand fear, and thus chatted away with information about the building. Vegeta and co. headed to the elevator and ascended to the highest floor.
Entering The Council's chambers was like stepping into another world entirely; the glass of the room being replaced by space itself. The Council's members sat at the top of a long flight of stairs, their backs leaning on high velvet chairs as they sat up against a brown table. They appeared ethereal, untouchable, godly.
"It's about time you men showed up," the Council member who spoke was seated directly in the middle, a testament of his strength amongst the others, and appeared to be bored. He was of the feline species, hued purple, and was leaning against the table with one finger digging in his ear. After a moment he looked at the finger before flicking the substance away. Raditz made a disgusted sound so low, but Vegeta heard and kicked him in the shin.
"We came as soon as we were called, Beerus," Vegeta spoke, his voice taking on his royal authority tone, "it's only been about thirty minutes."
"That's twenty nine minutes too long," Beerus retorted, casting his slanted gaze towards the flame haired Saiyajin, "and you watch how you speak to me, prince."
"Now, now Beerus," the whimsical creature to Beerus's right giggled, covering his mouth with his light blue hand, "no need to be so harsh to them."
"Hmmph, you're too soft on them, Whis," Beerus leaned farther back in his chair and crossed his hands behind his head while he closed his eyes.
"Why were we summoned?" Vegeta was beginning to grow impatient, the irritation coiling around in his chest and making his body feel weighted. Being in the presence of The Council was his least favorite activity.
"I can answer that for you, Vegeta," the shortest member of The Council stepped down from the seat and walked over to the screen plastered on the wall, his mohawked white hair bouncing with every step. Out of all the members of The Council, Vegeta found that he liked him the best for his punctuality and intelligence.
"As you all know, Planet Sunaru is supposed to be an ideal place to live, one that any creature could only dream to live on. It is The Council's plan is that soon every planet in the galaxy will be as glorious as ours."
"Get on with it, Kaioshin," Beerus stated impatiently.
"R-right. Sorry, as I was saying," Kaioshin waved his finger, a soft white glow emitting from the tip, and the screen projected on. An obese alien was shown immediately with two mugshots, his pink skin littered with various white pimples.
"What the hell is that?!" Raditz roared, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I was getting to that, Raditz," Kaioshin said with a smile, "this man's name is Tahf. He has been on our radar for some time now. He came here about a year ago from Planet Nuuv, a distant planet sitting right at the edge of Klaywim. Nuuv is notorious for their prostitution trade, and we have successfully managed to put an end to it. However, it seems many of the main contenders have managed to lay low for a while."
"Why do you care about a prostitution trade?" Nappa chuckled, "Are aliens not allowed to buy whores now?"
"It's not the prostitution that is the problem, Nappa," the eldest Council member spoke, a green skinned alien with two antennas sprouting from his scalp, "it's the matter of which they do it."
"Kami is right," Kaioshin continued, "Nuuv not only buys and sells women for their main currency, but they have a reputation for killing the women if they do not comply with their demands, many of which are still young babes."
"That's awful," Kakarot stated.
"Yes, it is. If a woman wishes to sell her body, then I do not see the reasoning to stop her. But if a woman is forced to do so, then that is where the problem lies. It appears that Tahf is up to these old tricks again, and he has now opened a night club where we hear rumors of women being forced to perform sexual acts." Kaioshin waved his finger again and a different screen emerged, this one with plot points and a picture of Tahf's night club.
"And you want us to…?" Vegeta stomped his foot, wanting them to get on with it already.
"We want to stop Tahf from bad acts," the last member of The Council spoke, a creature from the genie species, his skin the color of ink, "bad acts no good on Sunaru."
"We can take care of that, Popo," Kakarot stepped forward to Vegeta's dismay. Ever the fucking hero, eh Kakarot?
"You will bring Tahf back to us here, unharmed," Whis narrowed his eyes in Vegeta's direction, his purple lips pressed tightly into a fine line, "we can't keep allowing these…mercy kills that you speak so fondly of, Saiyajins."
"Whatever," Vegeta looked down, a grin that threatened to split his face in two being concealed, "we'll bring the fat bastard back."
"Perfect," Beerus opened his eyes and yawned, "and get it done with swift timing, I have some questions for Tahf."
Vegeta brought his head back up and nodded before turning on his heel, forcing the others to follow suit. He walked out of The Council's chambers and through the glass building, making a bee line for his hover pod without so much as a word. He was tired of doing missions that deemed him to be a savior. And after the encounter he had earlier with that Bulma woman, he was hoping that he could stick his fist through the soft belly of some underling.
He ran his tongue over the top of his teeth as he imagined the day when he could get such a thrill again.
oooOOOooo
Purgaglory was a hole in the wall establishment that sat in the outskirts of the Citadel, the dividing line before the city visibly took a dismal turn. Here, citizens of Sunaru lived a life that did not produce many credits, and as such The Council did not deem the area as high importance.
The night club seemed to be the busiest place on the otherwise abandoned streets, its neon pink sign flashing against the blackened sky. Vegeta took notice of the seedy alien at the entrance and how its beady eyes immediately darted to them.
"You got a name?" A scorpion like creature pointed his stinger at Vegeta's neck and scowled. Vegeta eyed it before roughly shoving it away with a smirk.
"I don't need a name, and keep your parts the hell away from me."
"Such big talk from a small boy," the scorpion took a drag of his cigar before blowing blue puffs of smoke in Vegeta's face, "where I come from, we call you a late night snack."
"And where we come from," Nappa interjected, stepping closer to Vegeta's side, "you would be at the heel of our boot, begging us to spare the cunt of your bitch."
The scorpion creature bared its fangs, putting out its cigar and growling. The Saiyajins took their battle stances before Vegeta put his palm upwards.
"For the sake of your own ignorance fool, I will let your comment slide. It is clear you have no idea who we are, and while I would delight in nothing more than to remind you, my business is not with you." He watched the scorpion thing raise an eyebrow and straighten his posture. "Where is your boss? The one named Tahf?"
"He has no concern with any of you," the scorpion said, growling again, "Now get the hell out of here before I make you the latest accessory in the boss's office."
Vegeta threw his head back and laughed, clutching his stomach in theatrics. "Well, you can't say I didn't at least try."
Before the scorpion alien could spill the question that sat on his thin yellow lips, Vegeta's fist, covered in a film of black and purple auras, found its way through his abdomen.
"Oh? Have you nothing to say now, scum?" He chuckled and leaned close to the scorpion's face, whispering dangerously low in his ear. "How pathetic, I wanted to have a conversation with you, about how you wrongly crossed Vegeta, the prince and future king of the Saiyajins."
"V-Vege…Saiyaji…" the creatures words died along with him as Vegeta brought his fist back, cackling over the scorpion's corpse.
"Vegeta," Kakarot scolded, "we can't be doing that."
"What?" He glared at Kakarot and shrugged his shoulders, "they told us we couldn't kill Tahf. Now quit your whining brat, you sound like your fucking mother," he looked down to Kakarot's spandex pants, "bits and all."
Kakarot scowled, but kept his mouth shut, following Vegeta and the others into the bar.
Tahf sat on a stage, smacking the butt of one of the scantily dressed women who was chained to his chair. She appeared to be fighting back tears, but continued her sexually forced dance upon him anyways. The other woman that was chained to the other side of the chair ceased her activity momentarily, leaning over and clutching her stomach.
"I'm hungry, Tahf," she moaned, "I haven't eaten in days."
He took a sip of his drink before throwing the rest of the contents in her face, her long black hair sticking to the sides of her cheeks. "And it'll continue to be that way if you don't shake your ass, bitch."
Kakarot growled menacingly and made his way to the stage.
"So that's what it takes?" Raditz chuckled, "We have to prison a human whore to get him to be a true warrior?"
"Shut up Raditz," Vegeta grumbled, "let's see how interesting this shall be."
Kakarot pushed past the security creatures that circled the stage, each of them instantly falling backwards against the plush red floor.
Tahf sat upright instantly, pushing the human women to the ground as they shrieked. His bulging eyes widened, a scowl painted upon his lips.
"What the fuck are you pricks doing in my establishment?"
"The better question is what are you doing?" Kakarot pushed his weight to his left leg as he crouched into a stance, his anger rising out of him like a phoenix.
"You don't get to ask the questions here, you son of a bitch!"
"Careful," Raditz clicked his teeth and shook his finger, "insulting the mother of him means you insult me as well." He cracked his neck to the left and right, his long hair swaying against his back. "And you don't want to see me when I'm insulted."
Tahf glanced at him for a moment before laughing darkly, lighting a cigar in his mouth. He chewed on the butt of the cigar and inhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving Raditz. "I wasn't expecting a show tonight, but here you guys are, giving me a stand up." He clapped his hands slowly, the meaty flesh impacts coming to the forefront as the DJ turned the music down. "Brav-fucking-o."
"Tahf," Vegeta said, growing annoyed, "let's make this as simple as an idiot like you can understand. You come from Planet Nuuv, correct?"
"Perhaps," Tahf played with his double chin in concentration, "what's it to you?"
"Me? Well, I don't really give a shit. But it seems like our dear Council has made it their business. So now that becomes my business. So you," he pointed his gloved finger in Tahf's direction, "need to shut those grubby lips of yours, admit your failures, and come with us down to the Citadel."
"Oh, is that what I'm going to do?" Tahf inhaled on his cigar again and snapped his fingers, causing several body guards to come from behind the red curtain that sat on top of the stage. They carried blaster guns, a weapon that radiated an intense burning ki, combusting anyone who became its victim. They pointed them at the Saiyajins. "I don't think that was on the menu tonight."
"Look, you stupid fucking bastard, I don't have time for this. I don't want to deal with those goddamned Council members and their lecturing me about disposing your corpse, so make it easy on yourself and me, unlike your boy out front."
Tahf's face dropped, the cigar dangling from his meaty lips. "What did you just say?"
Vegeta smirked at him mockingly. "What? Offended, are you? Well that beast out front gave me a hard time so I shut him up."
"You killed Regud? He was one of my best men."
"Was," Nappa chuckled, "before Vegeta took him on."
"Kill them," Tahf whispered, his fists shaking at his side, "kill these goddamned bastards so I can get back to my peace."
The men took no time, firing away their blaster guns at the unmoving Saiyajins. Smoke clouded the room, becoming its second shadow, and Tahf waited impatiently to collect the bodies. As the smoke cleared, his cigar fell to his feet as he took notice that they remained standing.
Unharmed.
"Is that it?" Vegeta laughed, "How many credits did you pay for such weak weapons?" He raised his hand, a yellow glow emitting from his palm.
"Vegeta—"
"Shut it, Kakarot," Raditz scolded, "let him do his thing."
Tahf worked his way backwards to his chair, worry beginning to form in his irises. "Hey, what the hell are you guys? Is it credits you want? Women? I got plenty of both, w-we can work something out!"
"Impudent fool," Vegeta smiled crookedly, his face painted in a deadly expression, "the only thing I want is something the likes of you could never give." His palm grew brighter as light started to flow from it.
"Come on, let's be men about this—"
"Nappa." Vegeta looked over to his bald comrade.
"Yes?"
"If the idiot tried to kill us, and I shoot him through the heart, what would you call that?"
Nappa smiled deviously, narrowing his eyes towards Tahf. "I believe we call that self-defense."
Vegeta turned back to Tahf, who had sweat pooling down the side of his chubby cheeks.
"Perfect."
Tahf had no more time to protest as Vegeta's ki ball emerged from his palm, making contact with his chest and exiting through his back, his body slumping immediately. Nappa and Raditz followed suit, targeting the other armed men, cackling as each victim lay in a pool of their various colored blood. Kakarot made his way to the women and jerked their chains free. One of the women shrieked and ran, tears of joy and fear spilling from her eyes. The other cowered away from Kakarot, gripping her brassiere snugly to her body and whimpering.
"Hey now, I won't hurt you," he extended a hand in her direction and smiled, "come with me, I can get you help."
She shook her head as tears raced down her cheeks, scooting further away. "You're all bad. Bad, bad men."
"No," he sighed, "we're not. It's our job to get rid of guys like Tahf. You're safe with us, I promise." He flashed her a charming smile, one that she couldn't help but to reciprocate. "What's your name?"
"Chi-Chi," she said after a moment.
"Well, Chi-Chi, I think you have two options. You can stay here and try to find your own way out of this mess, or you can come with us and we can take you somewhere where you'll be safe."
She studied him for a moment, becoming more relaxed as she drank in his genuinely safe eyes.
"What do ya say?"
She eyed his palm before reluctantly placing her small hand in his as he helped her up.
"Good choice, Chi-Chi."
Kakarot escorted her down the stage towards the other Saiyajins, who were stealing drinks from behind the bar. The bartender lay slumped against the counter, his hand wrapped loosely around a blaster gun, a hole in the back of his scalp. Raditz drank a dark liquid from a bottle and grimaced before shooting daggers at Kakarot.
"What the hell are you doing?" He looked at the black haired woman that was in Kakarot's loose grasp, frowning in distaste.
"This is Chi-Chi," he looked down at her face, an expression of suspicion dancing over her features, "I'm bringing her with us."
"Like hell you are," Vegeta shouted, coming behind him and carrying the body of Tahf, "this is not a damned rescue mission dumbass."
"I don't care, Vegeta," Kakarot bared his fangs, "she needs help and I'm gonna give it to her."
Vegeta mumbled a string of curses before waving him off and turning towards the entrance. "That's your fucking headache, you piss poor excuse for a Saiyajin. I'm dropping this off at the Citadel, and I expect you to have discarded of her before coming along."
"I'm not just gonna leave her anywhere, I'm taking her to Tien," Kakarot replied, gently pulling Chi-Chi along with him, "she needs to be with her kind. They would know best how to take care of her."
"Her kind," Nappa scoffed, finishing a bottle and smashing the empty glass against the wall, "Do you hear the pathetic bastard? Looking after other species and their well-being; humans at that. I'm sorry your father produced more simpletons, Raditz."
Raditz shrugged, shaking his head at his brother and following behind Vegeta and Nappa, leaving Kakarot and Chi-Chi alone. She watched the muscular Saiyajins leave and trembled, her gut telling her that they were no good, different than the man who held her arm. She looked up at him, his face blocked by his messy array of hair, his strong jawline clenching. After a moment he relaxed, turning his head and looking down at her with a smile, causing her to smile softly in return.
"Don't worry about those guys; they won't harm you as long as I'm here."
"This man that you speak of? Tien?" Chi-Chi bit her lip in anxiety. "Who is he?"
"He's a human, just like you, 'cept he's bald," Kakarot reached over and brushed the damp hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear, "He's the best place you could be right now. Do you have any credits?"
She shook her head, her lips pouting as she looked at the ground. "Tahf found me on the streets after my father died. He was nice, at first, and paid for me to eat and gave me a place to rest my head. Afterwards, though, he became cruel, and he…he forced…" her eyes shut at the reminder, tears threatening to pool down. Kakarot turned her around and placed his hands on her shoulders, quieting her almost-sobs.
"You don't need to go in detail, we know what kind of guy Tahf was. You don't have to worry about him anymore, I'll make sure that you won't have to worry about the basic things. Just trust me." She nodded, knowing that she didn't really have a choice. Being on the streets was what led her to becoming Tahf's 'property' in the first place. She was afraid of what - or who - else she would encounter if she found herself at such a vulnerable place again.
She gripped both of her hands around her Saiyajin protector's arms, pulling the hem of her skirt as low as it could go, and let him lead her out of the massacre of a bar and into the haunting darkness that spilled from the night sky.
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A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting new story, especially since I haven't finished my main one yet, but this story has been on my mind for a while. I have to take this opportunity to thank the numerous BV fic writers (LadyVegeets, Mallie-3, niteryde, dragonbabezee, Tempestt, springandbysummerfall, catgirl26 and NinjaWhisper among others!) who have written just amazing B/V/DBZ stories. Seriously, if you guys haven't read their works, what are you waiting for?! No matter the author, you're in for a treat. Although it doesn't seem like it yet, there will be way more Bulma next chapter. After all, this is Bulma and Vegeta story, and we'll be getting way more interaction between those two kids *sighs longingly*
My plan is for this to be an epic space story, influenced by DBZ (which I don't own, although I would love to own Vegeta ummmppphh) and Mass Effect (which I also don't own!). Not too sure how long it'll be, but let's say I don't plan on making it short. I want to write it for fun, and not stress over constantly putting out chapters, but I do plan on seeing it through.
I would really love to know what you guys think, so I do ask for reviews please *gets on knees and begs*
I know this chapter was pretty long, especially for a first one, but I have a lot of story I want to tell, and I usually write long chapters for my stories.
Also, just for imagination purposes, when I talk about the robo-techs, I imagine that they look like Gil from DBGT (aka the story we will pretend never happened), and I picture Bulma as looking somewhat like a risqué Greek Goddess, until she changes up her appearance (it isBulma afterall)
Hope to hear from you guys soon!
-Bitchii-Usa