New Situation – Chapter 1

Vegeta was furious as he walked in the hallway of the ship. His power level kept increasing because of stress and everybody near him was making a big bow around him, perfectly aware of what their prince was capable of doing.

He growled at a group to make a move before he was able to rip their hearts out of their ribcage and squeeze them until every drop of blood was gambling itself in a puddle in front of their feet.

He successfully destroyed the planet called Earth as Freiza wanted him to. He even took the woman he wanted so badly. Why did he even do what this freak Freiza was telling him to?

Nobody should gave him, the prince of all sayajins, orders at all! And what was with this woman anyway? What should be special about her? She was just a useless woman!

He thought he could try to get some information about her by questioning her. But all he got was nothing! Instead she glared at him as if she could kill him with her stare only. He could feel that she was strong. She even appeared surprisingly inhuman to him. So there had to be something about her, which Freiza made interested in her. And if only Vegeta could have known what it was he could have used it against this stupid creature and blew him away, showing him just who the prince was!

Vegata was mad. Mad, that he couldn't do anything. Mad that his folk was tyrannized by Freiza. Mad that he didn't know how he could fight him.

He even was mad at himself, because he let out all his anger at this earthling girl and left her injured. If she died, not only he was dead but his nation as well.

He clenched his teeth as he entered his cabin seeing his best soldier and friend standing before him and changing in his armor. Kakarott was smiling at him, as he saw his friend approaching but soon looked startled as he noticed the bad mood around Vegeta.

"What's up?" He asked him with his eyebrows hooked together puzzled. "Did something happen?"

As Vegeta didn't answer but just shot eyearrows to Kakarott to silence him, he plunged himself on the sofa and growled in distress as he tried to figure out what to do. Kakarott stood beside him, his hands on his hips as he started to question him again. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Vegeta let out an angry breath before he turned his cold eyes to his friend.

"What does it concern you? Just do your job and leave me the fuck alone!" Vegeta shouted.

"If you want me to leave you, just say what your problem is!" Kakarott shouted back.

"You want to know what's wrong with me? You really want to know? Now listen, you dumbass! I'm fucked off by those stupid missions! I'm fucked off with this ship! And I'm fucked off with being weak! You don't know anything, so don't try to understand me!"

Kakarott was stunned. This was the first time that Vegeta lost his composer in front of anybody like this. Normally he would just increase his Ki but now he was….emotional.

Now that was something new, Kakarott thought.

As he watched Vegeta slowly calm down he just sighed in his head and wished his best friend would show his emotions sometimes more often.

He himself had no problems showing them. He learned to be emotional. He knew affection, he knew despair, he knew sadness and even mercy, which was hard to show in front of the others. He didn't like blowing up planets either as he took every possible life in universe. Every time a mission was accomplished he wished to be alone and prayed for the lives he had taken. The guilt in his heart was as big as his hatred towards the one responsible for all.

'Freiza' He thought darkly.

Kakarott was pulled back from his thoughts, as he heard Vegeta mumble something incoherent.

"What?" He asked frowning.

"I said you should go to the girl. She is injured, and I don't want anybody I don't trust to treat her. So you go and look after her." Vegeta said annoyed.

Kakarott grinned. Vegeta could be such a showoff but in reality he had a good heart – well, somewhere deep down.

"And leave me for once alone!" He added shouting while Kakarott left the cabin and walked to the young girl.

Yeah, somewhere deep down he surely had a good heart.

***

My head hurt like hell as I woke up and found myself in a different room. I knew something was wrong. It felt as if I was looking up to the sky and the only thing I could see were my feet. Something felt just terribly wrong. My body ached as I tried to move. After a while I was able to sit and noticed the bandages around my torso under the blanket.

"Just who did that to me?" I asked aloud as I looked at my black bruises which were clearly showing under the bandages. I was badly injured, that I could figure out.

I lifted my head as I analyzed the room. The bed I was in was quite big for a prisoner like me, I thought astonished as I saw that the room itself seemed much too spacious for a cell. I pulled my feet over the edge of the bed and sat in silence as I tried to stretch my toes and wiggled them to test my agility as any other part of my body was unable to show me anything.

I tried to stand up and hissed as pain wandered trough my body. My feet wobbled as I took two steps. I felt how gravity took control over my vulnerable from and I started to fall. I prepared myself for the hard impact of the floor, as two large hands shot forward and caught my now naked form as I lost the blanket which was lying around my feet.

Surprised about those strange hands I looked up and found myself lost in two large marble eyes which were looking at me worried. My breath was caught up in my throat as I heard the person speak. His voice was as warm as his gaze over me, although I did not understand what he was saying; I could tell he was worried about me.

I was unable to say anything as he placed me in his hands bridal style and led me back into the bed, placing the sheets carefully over my naked body. It took me some moments to realize that the person before me was one of those bastards who destroyed my home. Anger welled up inside of me and as I clutched the blanket and pulled it over me I backed up to the other edge of the bed shouting at him.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone! Just who gave you permission to be worried about me when it was you who brought me into this situation in the first place!"

I felt my eyes burning as tears caressed my cheeks. His face was puzzled and it really looked like he understood what I was saying.

He reached out his hand to my face but I unintentionally slapped it away and screamed "I said not to touch me!"

I looked at him frightened, noticing what I just had done.

He halted and although I didn't want to be afraid anymore I actually was afraid of his response. I thought he was going to beat the shit out of me. Instead he just looked at me with sad eyes and said one word: "Siele."

Then he left quietly and closed the door with a silent thud leaving me shocked and almost guilty.

I could swear he was apologizing to me.

***

Kakarott could see in the girl's eyes, that she was hurt. Not just physically but psychically as well. Her eyes were empty as she stared up to him. As if she devoted her soul to be dead. He punched his inner self in his head when he scanned over her white creamy skin as he held her in his arms. She looked as if she was barely twenty, at most nineteen.

She was the only survivor, her planet was space dust, her family was dead and now she was held prisoner without even knowing why. Well, in fact, nobody knew why.

And to top it all of, one responsible for her bad luck was treating her wounds and tried to take care of her gently.

When he told her to be carful the only thing she could do was looking at him disillusioned without any feeling showing on her face. Of course she would be confused.

But when she suddenly raised her voice and shouted something incoherent to him and he could feel ker Ki rising. And it increased dramatically. The fire in her eyes showed that she was a fighter. She really did not seem like the other weak earthlings.

'Dammit!' Kakarott thought, as he trailed his hands trough his spiky hair. 'She even looks as if she could be a Sayajin! Long black hair, fine skin, big black eyes, fighting spirit, strong body….Wait a minute! What am I thinking?'

As he stood in the hallway and wondered just how he could feel affection to the young girl, an alarm was set off. The loud noise hit him like icy water and with large steps he made his way to Vegeta asking why there was the signal for landing so early when their new destination was still two days away.

Today really was not a good day.

Vegeta was on the bridge, his face looking angrily over the different blinking knobs which he pushed at high-speed.

"Vegeta!" Kakarott asked him confused. "What are you doing? Why was there the signal for landing already?"

Vegeta glanced quickly at him before he continued to push the right coordinates into the computer, angrily.

"Freiza awaits us on a planet named Namek, which appears to be right below us. He wants us to bring the girl as soon as possible to him." He explained with a low voice. He was mad. Again.

"Namek? Isn't that a pretty small planet? With nothing but plants?" Kakarott was officially confused now.

"Hn." Was the only reply Vegeta gave him, before he turned fully to him and said. "Go back to the girl and look out for her. I don't want her to pass out dead just because she doesn't know what landing means."

"I don't think she's that weak, Vegeta."

"She's a woman. That is enough."

With that, Kakarott left and headed back to the room he came from. She would be displeased but well, he had his orders.

As his stomach grumbled loudly, he patted it and decided, that he first would took a very big bite before going to her. His stomach being satisfied was is first priority mission. Always.