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Vegeta came out of the gravity room exhausted and just about ready to
collapse, he sighed as he raised his head to look at the night sky. He
wondered how long he's been in there, just training since daybreak; he
smirked as he remembered why. Years ago he would be training this hard just
for the benefit of power, to defeat Kakarrot in that endless battle of wills.
But not now, it was just a break for that woman, when she got into one of her
fits, he liked egging her on, but not this time. He would have gladly taken
up her argument; he loved seeing her fire erupt making him "admire" her more
and more. Until she would loose it completely, that's when she would tell him
to get out, threatening him with objects.
He never minded and but he would act as if he was glad to leave her presence,
which made her angrier. He could never please that woman. He knew that she
was just being stubborn, just like him; 'guess that's why I'm so fond of
her...all right, I'm more than fond of her. She is my mate after all. I
wonder what she's doing, probably asleep. He shrugged as he approached the
house. He sighed as he wondered when he started calling this planet his home.
He shrugged not remembering exactly when it happened. It just occurred so
naturally to him that he didn't notice.
When he came through the kitchen he glanced quickly at the wall clock to see
that it was past two. He thought for a moment about eating but just shrugged
it off, deciding to eat in the morning. He went up the stairs and stopped at
the door on his right. He quietly turned the knob, trying not to wake the
occupant inside. He slipped in and glance at the bed, he saw there his blue
haired human. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her sleep, her back
was facing him but he heard her even breathing, something that he always
enjoyed hearing, as he would lie next to her. He shook his head and forced
the forming smile into a frown, as he turned away from her and headed for the
shower. He striped off his damp clothes and entered under the cool stream of
water, sighing as he felt his body relax.
As he got out of the bathroom, he pulled on his pajama pants, threw the towel
around his neck into the hamper and approached the bed. He sat on the side
facing the balcony and turned to look at Bulma. She was curled up under the
covers and clutching his pillow to her. He scowled at the scene 'why the hell
those she have to hog my pillow', when something caught his attention. Her
face was all puffy and her nose red. He saw that his pillow was damp where it
lay under her face. He leaned forward and watched every contour of her face
closely, her whole face was swollen from crying, she had bitten down on her
bottom lip to possibly keep her sobs from being heard.
He sighed as lowered himself onto the bed and gently lied on his side so he
was facing her sleeping form. 'The damn woman cried herself to sleep' He
raised his hand and softly grazed her swollen cheek. ' Did I cause this?' He
tried to remember specifically what they were fighting about this morning.
Flashback**********************************
"Vegeta, please let me in.... I want to know everything about you, which
means your past. Don't you owe me that much-"
"Owe you?!!! My past is my business and I will appreciate it if you keep out
of it. I told you before that my past is something that you have no right to
ask about, and besides I do not think you can coup with the facts. So knock
it off!"
Bulma watched through watery eyes as he moved away from her on the bed and
started to put on his clothes. He was jerking on his shirt when she lunged
off the bed and onto him. He was surprised by the sudden attack that he fell
backwards and landed hard on the floor with Bulma on top of him. She was
pounding on his chest as she screamed at him. "You bastard, how dare you talk
to me that way? I gave you everything; my heart, my soul and my body and when
I ask you for a part of you, you deny it to me. You heartless saiy-jin, how
can I love you so much...oh but I do, I love you more than an individual is
allowed to and you don't even care!!"
She kept pounding on his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. He laid there
beneath her and watched her inventively, not knowing what to do. He had
watched her face as it went through many emotions, but before he could react
or say anything, she stopped her assault and quickly got off him. She moved
away from him, gathered her knees to her chest, propped her arms on them and
buried her face there. Her whole body shook as she sobbed softly.
He sat up, his chest burned as he watched her; this bond was getting stronger
every moment. He could feel her pain as if it was his, he swallowed rather
hard and moved across the space between them and reach out a hand to touch
her hair. Before he touched her, she stiffen and jerk away from his hand, he
didn't let his surprise show as he let his hand drop to his side. He kept his
gaze neutral as she raised her head and met his eyes steadily. The tears were
still falling as she spat out. "You don't get it do you? It wasn't the bond
that drew me to you those years ago. It was...forget it...leave me alone,
just leave me alone."
He didn't move as held her gaze, trying to make her go on. She set her jaw
and with swiftness jumped to her feet and grabbed a vase on the desk and
threw it at him. He dodged easily and got to his feet, he shot her a stony
look as she went for the next object, her computer keyboard. He moved towards
her as she threw the keyboard, he moved side ways and the keyboard sailed
past him and mashed into the wall. She picked up the scissors and raised it
above her head. " Get out! Get out now!" He stopped and glared at her. Her
eyes were blazing; there was no sign of those tears anymore, just anger. He
smirked at her and shrugged. 'He'll never understand this woman; first she's
all in tears and then this. Why won't she come out and say what's bothering
her? Always playing these games...probably stressed out. But I can still feel
something from her other than anger.' He moved towards the door, knowing that
now was not the time to anger her. If she wanted some room to breathe, then
he would try to comply, besides, he could take this time to train, or maybe
he could spar with Kakarrot. Since Trunks and Bra had their own families, he
had been kind of bored, not able to spar with his son or listen to his
daughter try to manipulate him into doing things for her. Just like her
mother.
He was at the door when he heard her muttering under her breath. With his
hand on the knob, he turned to look at his mate. For a second, he thought he
saw a hurt look on her face, before she turned her face away from him. He
sighed as he opened the door and exited.
End of flashback******************************************************
Vegeta sighed as he watched Bulma clutch the pillow more possessively, while
she murmured in her sleep. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek as
he ran his eyes over the contours of her face. She was still beautiful,
considering that she was a grandma. He smiled; she would threaten his life if
he ever called her old. His smile widened as he tried to think of that
impossibility. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, woman. I can never please
you." He leaned in closer to her and laid his forehead in contact with hers.
He closed his eyes and started to whisper softly in his own language, his
voice soft and soothing as he spoke them to her. He continued the entrancing
whispers until he fell asleep, thinking of nothing else but the sleeping blue
angel next to him.
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Bulma stirred in her sleep... 'Why do I feel warm all of a sudden?' She did not
have to open her eyes to know why. She signed as she moved closer to that
warmth. She could hear his breathing, calm and even, telling her that he was
deep in slumber. But even though, she softly and gently moved closer to him,
trying not to wake him, he was a very light sleeper. In moments she was pressed
against him and out of reflex and familiarity his arm came around and pulled her
into a warm embrace. She stiffed for a moment...hoping that he would not wake...when
he did not she relax and snuggled under his chin...letting his warm and
comfortable breathing fan her hair.
'Why am I so weak when I am around you? Even now that you have hurt me so...I
can't bare to be away from you. I love you so much you stubborn and clueless
saiyi-jin. My saiyi-jin prince.' She tried not to whimper as fresh tears escaped
her eyes...she stared through those tears at his bronze neck...watching his chest
raise and fall with every breathe. She gently traced his collar bone with her
finger when she heard him mutter under his breath. She moved her head and tried
to lean closer to his lips to hear the soft whispers. She raised an eyebrow, as
she finally understood... 'He's speaking in his beloved language...I wonder what
you're saying my love.'
She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful flow of words that he
whispered. He voice was low and throaty...it was seductive and mystical to listen
to...but then he whispered her name in the saiyi-jin whispers. Her eyes flew open
and she stared at his face. 'Did you just say my name...what are you saying about
me Vegeta?' Her name flowed so purely with the language that she relaxed and
watched his face lovingly.
She tried not to caress his face as she remembered why she was crying that
evening.
(Flashback)
She picked up the scissors and raised it above her head. "Get out! Get out
now!" He stopped and glared at her. Then he smirked and shrugged as he turned
and walked away from her. He was at the door when she muttered, "I can't believe
you're actually leaving you bastard." He must have her, of course...with his
hand on the knob, he turned to look at me. For a second, he stood there and
stared at me before I turned my face away from him. I heard him sighed as he
opened the door and exited.
I heard the door closed, turned and found my self alone in the room. My
lips trembled as I tried to control the tears. Without success the tears ran
down my face as I continued to stare at the door. 'He left, he actually left.' I
sank to my knees as I interpreted what just happened. 'I didn't really
want him to leave me. He was supposed to get the hint that he should be here
for me. Damn him. Of course, I had to go and love a man who has no feelings
and considerations. Damn you Vegeta!' Laughing bitterly...I tried to hug myself
hard to keep the sudden cold from penetrating my very being.
(End of flashback)
The tears flowed again... "Why did you leave me, when I needed you the most? What
are you saying in that language of yours about me, is it good or bad? Are you
dreaming right now...is it about me?............... I wish I could understand you...how I
wish..." With that last whisper she closed her eyes and tried to listen to his
breathing...letting it sooth her into slumber.
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The little boy with the grace of a warrior walked down the hall with
determination and some would say arrogance. The hall was gloomy and dark,
they held a certain red glow that would have struck someone into absolute
tremors of fear but the little boy didn't appear effected by this.
He continued his pace, thinking only of his destination. His dark features
revealed his anger and defiance as he gritted his teeth behind a permanent
scowl. He was merely a boy of five years but he was determined to show that
'thing' what he could do. His pace was quick and long, surprising that he was
very short. His body was taut and tense as he tried not to shake from his
raising anger. His tail that was safely tucked around his waist was twitching
as he clenched his fists. His black cape flew behind him as he quickened his
pace, impatient now to get there.
As he turned around a corner, he felt a presence of one of the guards
sleeping on his job. He smirked evilly as he ran his hand through his
unusually stiff hair. He looked down at his attire making sure that he
appeared regal, knowing that the weak bastard will try to stop him. He
snickered under his breath looking forward to the guard's fowl up. 'This
would be a great exercise for my powers.'
He came around the bend and saw the guard on his ass, sleeping peacefully.
The boy made no noise as he slipped past the guard, was about to take aim
when suddenly the doors that the guard was guarding was flung open and the
sleeping guard was immediately at attention.
The boy's attention now on the two armor men who came through the door,
completely forgot about the other guard. The two guards positioned themselves
in front of the door and motioned for that other guard to leave. The boy
growled at them, as they seemed to ignore him altogether. "I want to speak to
Freiza, NOW!" The two guards looked down at the boy, and recognized him.
They looked at each other before one of them presses a button on the side of
the wall.
A loud voice came through, "Yes, what is it?" The guard looked down at the
boy before he cleared his throat and replied, "Forgive me Zarbon, but Prince
Vegeta is here, and he wants to speak to Lord Frieza. Shall I send him in?"
Vegeta's anger rose even more when he heard this, how dare them. He was the
saiy-jin prince; he is royalty, not to be treated as a common peasant coming
to see that disgusting alien. But to keep himself from clobbering the two
imbeciles, he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Why are you asking you pathetic fool? Of course you send him in." The two
guards quickly opened the doors and moved away as the prince walked pass them
with his head held high. 'This people will pay...one day, I swear it.' He
walked stiffly into the dark chamber, knowing full well what to expect.
As he moved forward, something started to nag him at the back of his mind. He
slowed his strides as he tried to focus on what his father last said to him.
He had seen he father's urgency as he stood over him, begging him with his
eyes to listen. Vegeta stared with wonder at that moment, seeing the pain
that his father felt, knowing that he may never see his son again. "My son,
promise me that you will survive this. You must not let Freiza know of your
defiance, of your strength. Be smart Vegeta, be attentive to your
surroundings; let him think that he has won, then strike. Destroy him Vegeta
when he least expects it. I am saiyi-jin, same as you, we are proud, but
remember that if you lose, your honor and pride would only be ashes in your
mouth. Think...think my son."
Vegeta resumed his earlier pace as if nothing had happened. But he had heard
and he understood what he must do now. 'I promise you father, your sacrifice
will not go in vain.' He inhaled a sharp breath as he saw glimpse the being
sitting on a throne. He came to an abrupt stop in front of the throne and
stood there looking at the being. The being raised an eyebrow at him, before
smiling evilly, "AH, my dear boy, what is on your mind?" Vegeta didn't say
anything at first, waiting for the being to actually listen to him.
"It seems Lord Freiza that I was right, the saiyi-jin are nothing more than
worthless monkeys." Another being appeared from the shadows: he had long
green hair and pale blue skin. He smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince,
challenging him. "The little monkey seems to forget who he is amongst."
Vegeta could feel his blood boiling as he tried with all his might not to
kill the bastard. And so with his head held high, fists clenched, he went
down on one knee in front of the tyrant and his goon.
Freiza tried to look sincerely sorry as he spoke to the prince. "Vegeta, I
hate to be the one to tell you this news that your father and your planet has
been destroyed by a fetal comet. I was not able to stop it from making
contact on your planet. It happened just right after you were brought on
board my ship. I am truly sorry." He tried to seem saddened by the news as
the young boy watched him.
Vegeta gritted his teeth as he nodded, "Yes Lord Freiza, I heard about that
accident. T-Thank you for the allowing me to remain here, I will serve you
with absolute loyalty." He stared right into the eyes of the tyrant without
flinching, wanting to scream into the disgusting alien's face that he knew
what really happened to his people and his father. 'Just wait, you'll get
what's coming to you.'
Freiza smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince as he motioned for Zarbon to
proceed. Zarbon stepped forward and spoke menacingly to the boy kneeling,
"Prince Vegeta, we have a present for you. It seems that you will not be
alone in your duties under Lord Freiza." Vegeta raised his head as he heard a
sliding door on his left open and a pink blob of alien emerged from its dark
depths. Accompanied behind him were two dark figures that Vegeta could not
make out. He was still staring at the new arrivals when Zarbon's voice broke
his concentration. "Lord Freiza is sure that you would approve Prince
Vegeta......and he hopes you will do well among his ranks with their help."
He felt the ki's of the two dark figures skyrocket when his name was
mentioned. 'It couldn't be...could it?' Just then the two figures rushed
forward and knelt in front of Vegeta...with their tails waving in the air in
excitement at seeing their prince alive and well. Vegeta knelt there shocked
to see two of his planet's first class elites still alive and unharmed. He
was sure that Lord Freiza would kill off the strong people of his race. 'What
was the bastard up to?' But nevertheless, he was thrilled to see the other
two saiyi-jins. Of course he hid this very well and only nodded at their
respect of him. 'I feel more alone now then before...what the hell am I suppose to
do now father? Please tell me.'
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TO BE CONTINUED
Please tell me what you think...should I continue with this story?
Vegeta came out of the gravity room exhausted and just about ready to
collapse, he sighed as he raised his head to look at the night sky. He
wondered how long he's been in there, just training since daybreak; he
smirked as he remembered why. Years ago he would be training this hard just
for the benefit of power, to defeat Kakarrot in that endless battle of wills.
But not now, it was just a break for that woman, when she got into one of her
fits, he liked egging her on, but not this time. He would have gladly taken
up her argument; he loved seeing her fire erupt making him "admire" her more
and more. Until she would loose it completely, that's when she would tell him
to get out, threatening him with objects.
He never minded and but he would act as if he was glad to leave her presence,
which made her angrier. He could never please that woman. He knew that she
was just being stubborn, just like him; 'guess that's why I'm so fond of
her...all right, I'm more than fond of her. She is my mate after all. I
wonder what she's doing, probably asleep. He shrugged as he approached the
house. He sighed as he wondered when he started calling this planet his home.
He shrugged not remembering exactly when it happened. It just occurred so
naturally to him that he didn't notice.
When he came through the kitchen he glanced quickly at the wall clock to see
that it was past two. He thought for a moment about eating but just shrugged
it off, deciding to eat in the morning. He went up the stairs and stopped at
the door on his right. He quietly turned the knob, trying not to wake the
occupant inside. He slipped in and glance at the bed, he saw there his blue
haired human. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her sleep, her back
was facing him but he heard her even breathing, something that he always
enjoyed hearing, as he would lie next to her. He shook his head and forced
the forming smile into a frown, as he turned away from her and headed for the
shower. He striped off his damp clothes and entered under the cool stream of
water, sighing as he felt his body relax.
As he got out of the bathroom, he pulled on his pajama pants, threw the towel
around his neck into the hamper and approached the bed. He sat on the side
facing the balcony and turned to look at Bulma. She was curled up under the
covers and clutching his pillow to her. He scowled at the scene 'why the hell
those she have to hog my pillow', when something caught his attention. Her
face was all puffy and her nose red. He saw that his pillow was damp where it
lay under her face. He leaned forward and watched every contour of her face
closely, her whole face was swollen from crying, she had bitten down on her
bottom lip to possibly keep her sobs from being heard.
He sighed as lowered himself onto the bed and gently lied on his side so he
was facing her sleeping form. 'The damn woman cried herself to sleep' He
raised his hand and softly grazed her swollen cheek. ' Did I cause this?' He
tried to remember specifically what they were fighting about this morning.
Flashback**********************************
"Vegeta, please let me in.... I want to know everything about you, which
means your past. Don't you owe me that much-"
"Owe you?!!! My past is my business and I will appreciate it if you keep out
of it. I told you before that my past is something that you have no right to
ask about, and besides I do not think you can coup with the facts. So knock
it off!"
Bulma watched through watery eyes as he moved away from her on the bed and
started to put on his clothes. He was jerking on his shirt when she lunged
off the bed and onto him. He was surprised by the sudden attack that he fell
backwards and landed hard on the floor with Bulma on top of him. She was
pounding on his chest as she screamed at him. "You bastard, how dare you talk
to me that way? I gave you everything; my heart, my soul and my body and when
I ask you for a part of you, you deny it to me. You heartless saiy-jin, how
can I love you so much...oh but I do, I love you more than an individual is
allowed to and you don't even care!!"
She kept pounding on his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. He laid there
beneath her and watched her inventively, not knowing what to do. He had
watched her face as it went through many emotions, but before he could react
or say anything, she stopped her assault and quickly got off him. She moved
away from him, gathered her knees to her chest, propped her arms on them and
buried her face there. Her whole body shook as she sobbed softly.
He sat up, his chest burned as he watched her; this bond was getting stronger
every moment. He could feel her pain as if it was his, he swallowed rather
hard and moved across the space between them and reach out a hand to touch
her hair. Before he touched her, she stiffen and jerk away from his hand, he
didn't let his surprise show as he let his hand drop to his side. He kept his
gaze neutral as she raised her head and met his eyes steadily. The tears were
still falling as she spat out. "You don't get it do you? It wasn't the bond
that drew me to you those years ago. It was...forget it...leave me alone,
just leave me alone."
He didn't move as held her gaze, trying to make her go on. She set her jaw
and with swiftness jumped to her feet and grabbed a vase on the desk and
threw it at him. He dodged easily and got to his feet, he shot her a stony
look as she went for the next object, her computer keyboard. He moved towards
her as she threw the keyboard, he moved side ways and the keyboard sailed
past him and mashed into the wall. She picked up the scissors and raised it
above her head. " Get out! Get out now!" He stopped and glared at her. Her
eyes were blazing; there was no sign of those tears anymore, just anger. He
smirked at her and shrugged. 'He'll never understand this woman; first she's
all in tears and then this. Why won't she come out and say what's bothering
her? Always playing these games...probably stressed out. But I can still feel
something from her other than anger.' He moved towards the door, knowing that
now was not the time to anger her. If she wanted some room to breathe, then
he would try to comply, besides, he could take this time to train, or maybe
he could spar with Kakarrot. Since Trunks and Bra had their own families, he
had been kind of bored, not able to spar with his son or listen to his
daughter try to manipulate him into doing things for her. Just like her
mother.
He was at the door when he heard her muttering under her breath. With his
hand on the knob, he turned to look at his mate. For a second, he thought he
saw a hurt look on her face, before she turned her face away from him. He
sighed as he opened the door and exited.
End of flashback******************************************************
Vegeta sighed as he watched Bulma clutch the pillow more possessively, while
she murmured in her sleep. He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek as
he ran his eyes over the contours of her face. She was still beautiful,
considering that she was a grandma. He smiled; she would threaten his life if
he ever called her old. His smile widened as he tried to think of that
impossibility. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, woman. I can never please
you." He leaned in closer to her and laid his forehead in contact with hers.
He closed his eyes and started to whisper softly in his own language, his
voice soft and soothing as he spoke them to her. He continued the entrancing
whispers until he fell asleep, thinking of nothing else but the sleeping blue
angel next to him.
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Bulma stirred in her sleep... 'Why do I feel warm all of a sudden?' She did not
have to open her eyes to know why. She signed as she moved closer to that
warmth. She could hear his breathing, calm and even, telling her that he was
deep in slumber. But even though, she softly and gently moved closer to him,
trying not to wake him, he was a very light sleeper. In moments she was pressed
against him and out of reflex and familiarity his arm came around and pulled her
into a warm embrace. She stiffed for a moment...hoping that he would not wake...when
he did not she relax and snuggled under his chin...letting his warm and
comfortable breathing fan her hair.
'Why am I so weak when I am around you? Even now that you have hurt me so...I
can't bare to be away from you. I love you so much you stubborn and clueless
saiyi-jin. My saiyi-jin prince.' She tried not to whimper as fresh tears escaped
her eyes...she stared through those tears at his bronze neck...watching his chest
raise and fall with every breathe. She gently traced his collar bone with her
finger when she heard him mutter under his breath. She moved her head and tried
to lean closer to his lips to hear the soft whispers. She raised an eyebrow, as
she finally understood... 'He's speaking in his beloved language...I wonder what
you're saying my love.'
She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful flow of words that he
whispered. He voice was low and throaty...it was seductive and mystical to listen
to...but then he whispered her name in the saiyi-jin whispers. Her eyes flew open
and she stared at his face. 'Did you just say my name...what are you saying about
me Vegeta?' Her name flowed so purely with the language that she relaxed and
watched his face lovingly.
She tried not to caress his face as she remembered why she was crying that
evening.
(Flashback)
She picked up the scissors and raised it above her head. "Get out! Get out
now!" He stopped and glared at her. Then he smirked and shrugged as he turned
and walked away from her. He was at the door when she muttered, "I can't believe
you're actually leaving you bastard." He must have her, of course...with his
hand on the knob, he turned to look at me. For a second, he stood there and
stared at me before I turned my face away from him. I heard him sighed as he
opened the door and exited.
I heard the door closed, turned and found my self alone in the room. My
lips trembled as I tried to control the tears. Without success the tears ran
down my face as I continued to stare at the door. 'He left, he actually left.' I
sank to my knees as I interpreted what just happened. 'I didn't really
want him to leave me. He was supposed to get the hint that he should be here
for me. Damn him. Of course, I had to go and love a man who has no feelings
and considerations. Damn you Vegeta!' Laughing bitterly...I tried to hug myself
hard to keep the sudden cold from penetrating my very being.
(End of flashback)
The tears flowed again... "Why did you leave me, when I needed you the most? What
are you saying in that language of yours about me, is it good or bad? Are you
dreaming right now...is it about me?............... I wish I could understand you...how I
wish..." With that last whisper she closed her eyes and tried to listen to his
breathing...letting it sooth her into slumber.
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The little boy with the grace of a warrior walked down the hall with
determination and some would say arrogance. The hall was gloomy and dark,
they held a certain red glow that would have struck someone into absolute
tremors of fear but the little boy didn't appear effected by this.
He continued his pace, thinking only of his destination. His dark features
revealed his anger and defiance as he gritted his teeth behind a permanent
scowl. He was merely a boy of five years but he was determined to show that
'thing' what he could do. His pace was quick and long, surprising that he was
very short. His body was taut and tense as he tried not to shake from his
raising anger. His tail that was safely tucked around his waist was twitching
as he clenched his fists. His black cape flew behind him as he quickened his
pace, impatient now to get there.
As he turned around a corner, he felt a presence of one of the guards
sleeping on his job. He smirked evilly as he ran his hand through his
unusually stiff hair. He looked down at his attire making sure that he
appeared regal, knowing that the weak bastard will try to stop him. He
snickered under his breath looking forward to the guard's fowl up. 'This
would be a great exercise for my powers.'
He came around the bend and saw the guard on his ass, sleeping peacefully.
The boy made no noise as he slipped past the guard, was about to take aim
when suddenly the doors that the guard was guarding was flung open and the
sleeping guard was immediately at attention.
The boy's attention now on the two armor men who came through the door,
completely forgot about the other guard. The two guards positioned themselves
in front of the door and motioned for that other guard to leave. The boy
growled at them, as they seemed to ignore him altogether. "I want to speak to
Freiza, NOW!" The two guards looked down at the boy, and recognized him.
They looked at each other before one of them presses a button on the side of
the wall.
A loud voice came through, "Yes, what is it?" The guard looked down at the
boy before he cleared his throat and replied, "Forgive me Zarbon, but Prince
Vegeta is here, and he wants to speak to Lord Frieza. Shall I send him in?"
Vegeta's anger rose even more when he heard this, how dare them. He was the
saiy-jin prince; he is royalty, not to be treated as a common peasant coming
to see that disgusting alien. But to keep himself from clobbering the two
imbeciles, he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Why are you asking you pathetic fool? Of course you send him in." The two
guards quickly opened the doors and moved away as the prince walked pass them
with his head held high. 'This people will pay...one day, I swear it.' He
walked stiffly into the dark chamber, knowing full well what to expect.
As he moved forward, something started to nag him at the back of his mind. He
slowed his strides as he tried to focus on what his father last said to him.
He had seen he father's urgency as he stood over him, begging him with his
eyes to listen. Vegeta stared with wonder at that moment, seeing the pain
that his father felt, knowing that he may never see his son again. "My son,
promise me that you will survive this. You must not let Freiza know of your
defiance, of your strength. Be smart Vegeta, be attentive to your
surroundings; let him think that he has won, then strike. Destroy him Vegeta
when he least expects it. I am saiyi-jin, same as you, we are proud, but
remember that if you lose, your honor and pride would only be ashes in your
mouth. Think...think my son."
Vegeta resumed his earlier pace as if nothing had happened. But he had heard
and he understood what he must do now. 'I promise you father, your sacrifice
will not go in vain.' He inhaled a sharp breath as he saw glimpse the being
sitting on a throne. He came to an abrupt stop in front of the throne and
stood there looking at the being. The being raised an eyebrow at him, before
smiling evilly, "AH, my dear boy, what is on your mind?" Vegeta didn't say
anything at first, waiting for the being to actually listen to him.
"It seems Lord Freiza that I was right, the saiyi-jin are nothing more than
worthless monkeys." Another being appeared from the shadows: he had long
green hair and pale blue skin. He smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince,
challenging him. "The little monkey seems to forget who he is amongst."
Vegeta could feel his blood boiling as he tried with all his might not to
kill the bastard. And so with his head held high, fists clenched, he went
down on one knee in front of the tyrant and his goon.
Freiza tried to look sincerely sorry as he spoke to the prince. "Vegeta, I
hate to be the one to tell you this news that your father and your planet has
been destroyed by a fetal comet. I was not able to stop it from making
contact on your planet. It happened just right after you were brought on
board my ship. I am truly sorry." He tried to seem saddened by the news as
the young boy watched him.
Vegeta gritted his teeth as he nodded, "Yes Lord Freiza, I heard about that
accident. T-Thank you for the allowing me to remain here, I will serve you
with absolute loyalty." He stared right into the eyes of the tyrant without
flinching, wanting to scream into the disgusting alien's face that he knew
what really happened to his people and his father. 'Just wait, you'll get
what's coming to you.'
Freiza smiled at the little saiyi-jin prince as he motioned for Zarbon to
proceed. Zarbon stepped forward and spoke menacingly to the boy kneeling,
"Prince Vegeta, we have a present for you. It seems that you will not be
alone in your duties under Lord Freiza." Vegeta raised his head as he heard a
sliding door on his left open and a pink blob of alien emerged from its dark
depths. Accompanied behind him were two dark figures that Vegeta could not
make out. He was still staring at the new arrivals when Zarbon's voice broke
his concentration. "Lord Freiza is sure that you would approve Prince
Vegeta......and he hopes you will do well among his ranks with their help."
He felt the ki's of the two dark figures skyrocket when his name was
mentioned. 'It couldn't be...could it?' Just then the two figures rushed
forward and knelt in front of Vegeta...with their tails waving in the air in
excitement at seeing their prince alive and well. Vegeta knelt there shocked
to see two of his planet's first class elites still alive and unharmed. He
was sure that Lord Freiza would kill off the strong people of his race. 'What
was the bastard up to?' But nevertheless, he was thrilled to see the other
two saiyi-jins. Of course he hid this very well and only nodded at their
respect of him. 'I feel more alone now then before...what the hell am I suppose to
do now father? Please tell me.'
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TO BE CONTINUED
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