Odd|yssey Two
Disclaimer: I own no parts of DBZ, but perhaps a deal can be made where I can own Vegeta
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Whis shook his head in disapproval, the transparent ring around his neck producing after images at his motion. He looked down from his seat at the four Saiyajins below, his eyes squarely landing on Vegeta.
"I believe I made it clear that he was to be unharmed."
Vegeta clicked his teeth, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I tried to reason with the fool, but he was unwilling to do so without attempting to cause harm to me or my men."
Whis took in the unmoving body of Tahf, the hue of his skin softening to a paler pink due to pallor mortis. "And what harm could someone that is so weak in comparison to any Saiyajin produce?" He laid his chin to rest on his hand, suspicion painting on his face in the form of a raised eyebrow.
"My thoughts exactly," Beerus said from his usual lazed position against the chair, "I think he's just trying to outsmart you, Whis."
"Killing is bad," Popo shook his head, "killing only make more killings happen."
"This is quite the predicament you've placed us in, Vegeta," Whis stroked his chin, his eyes narrowing, "Tahf was wanted for numerous offenses, and his capture came with a reward from Nuuv. You see, after we forced them to shut down their ways, they began to apply sentences for offenders. I believe Tahf was the number one criminal that escaped."
"Those credits could have been used to help out our poorer citizens of the Sunaru," Kami said sadly, "and furthermore, I would have liked to see what the young man had to say for himself."
"I knew that someone like Vegeta could only stay out of trouble for so long," Beerus laughed mockingly, "so let's just get this over with. I vote that he goes back to Vegetasai and endure the rest of his live in the labors of the cave mines. Perhaps he could give the King a proper burial."
Vegeta grit his teeth, the harsh grinding of his molars causing his jaw to flare. The audacity of Beerus, he internally groaned, to make him slave away his youth, and to confirm that his late father had not been taken care of properly after his death. Royalty on Vegetasai were treated to the most lavish of celebrations, including funeral services. A chill raced through his body as he wondered what type of condition his father's corpse was suffering.
"Vegeta speaks the truth," Kakarot responded, moving Chi-Chi to his backside, "Tahf sent his men on us with blaster guns. Had we been any other creatures, we would have met our demise."
Vegeta growled low in his stomach, darting his eyes at the messy haired Saiyajin. "I don't need your help, Kakarot."
"My, my," Whis chuckled, his lips curving into a lop sided smile, "well if this one says it to be true, then I suppose it is."
"What?" The question spilled from Vegeta's lips before he had a chance to swallow it, "you'll believe this idiot before me? All of you were damned near about to put my head on a spike!"
"No need to be so dramatic. Have you forgotten, prince?" Beerus yawned, opening on of his closed slanted eyes to peer at Vegeta, "he's the reason we are bothered with any of you dumbasses."
Vegeta scowled, crossing his arms and burning a gaze into the floor beneath his feet. "I have not forgotten."
"Good, then I don't expect any more of your outbursts." Beerus closed his eyes again as he snuck a candy from the bowl in front of Whis, smiling as the sweet melted in his mouth.
"There is a question that has not been asked, but I I fear an answer is required," Kami scratched his chin, his free arm leaning against his cane, "the woman behind Kakarot. Who is she?"
Kakarot swallowed, puffing his chest out and ready to answer appropriately. "Her name is—"
"Can she not speak for herself?" Beerus was now at full attention, resting his full body weight on his elbows.
Chi-Chi gripped the back of Kakarot's armor tightly before releasing it and stepping to his side. Being in this place was foreign to her; finally coming face to face with The Council she had heard so much about. Powerful she was not, but even she could feel the authority radiating off of their flesh, brightening the room like a second sun. "I was one of Tahf's. I witnessed his final hour," she looked down to his body in contempt, the anger dancing across her irises, "and as you have said, the words these men speak are true. This one, the one called Kakarot, rescued me."
"Oh my," Kaoishin descended from his chair, his small frame hopping down the stairs. He appeared in front of Chi-Chi and took her palm in his hand, his other one covering the top of her milky flesh. "I apologize that such a thing happened to you on Sunaru. We are doing our best to make sure that this planet has little dangers as possible, hence our usage of the Saiyajin men around you." He bowed to her, his white hairs playing against the abdomen of her belly. "Please take my most humble apologies."
"It's not your fault," she whispered, unfamiliar with such mannerisms, "the man responsible has paid his debts."
"You are wise," he rose again, a smile plastered on his face, "do you have proper accommodations?"
"Yes," Whis sang, "what do you four plan on doing with the human woman?"
"We are not doing anything," Vegeta retorted, "She is Kakarot's responsibility."
"Well, that just won't do, Vegeta," Whis stood, taking his staff and hovering down to the Saiyajins, "surely you must have some compassion for what the poor woman has been through."
"Compassion?" Vegeta growled through clenched teeth, the weight of his irritation sinking through his chest, "I doubt the woman woke up in her predicament, if she is as wise as Kaoishin says."
"Watch yourself, Vegeta," Beerus threatened, his voice taking on a lower octave, "one of your men took it upon his self to rescue the woman, and now that becomes your responsibility as well. You will make sure that she is taken care of, you will make sure that she is unharmed or you and you alone will answer to The Council. Or more perhaps, me."
Vegeta's chest huffed in anger as he steadied to control the darkness in his soul, threatening to evaporate through his skin. He nodded slowly, his distaste for Beerus radiating clearly on his face. Beerus took notice to the scorned look he was receiving and smirked, leaning back in a lazy position against his chair. He waved a hand in the air as if swatting a fly, "you all may go. I'm growing tired and my nap is long overdue. I expect to hear updated reports on the woman's well-being."
Vegeta turned on his heel swiftly, stomping against the blue glass as he made his way to the exit. The others followed behind him, staying at a safe distance to avoid his wrath.
When they made it outside, Vegeta turned to Kakarot, marching to his face dangerously close.
"You listen to me, you fucking pathetic bastard. Because you had to go and stick your nose where it didn't belong, I am forced to babysit that woman. I. Am. Not. A. Babysitter. Especially to any weak human. She is your responsibility, got that? If a single hair on her head is misplaced, I will not rest until the boot of my heel is pressed through the other side of your back. You had better make sure that you know what to do with her because I WILL NOT DEAL WITH YOUR FAILURES!" His breathing became ragged as he struggled to keep his faltering calmness.
Kakarot nodded, his gaze tightening at Vegeta's heated words. "As you command, Prince Vegeta."
Vegeta looked him up and down, curling his top lip over his teeth. With a huff, he turned to make it to the hover pods, ordering the others to do the same.
oooOOOooo
"TIEN!" Vegeta barked, slamming open the doors to the bar. "SHOW YOUR FACE AT ONCE!"
Chi-Chi trembled against Kakarot's side and he squeezed her elbow gently to calm her. He flashed her a smile, one that told her that she was safe, and gestured her to follow behind Vegeta.
Tien barged from the backroom, a scowl pressed tightly against his lips. "What the hell do you want, Vegeta? Here to push me again?"
"Perhaps," Vegeta spoke darkly through clenched teeth, "I'm sure that something you say in the immediate future will piss me off." He took a deep breath, internally shaking off the irritation. "But for now I need you to find somewhere for this one to go." He reached behind him and grabbed Chi-Chi, none too gently, pushing her forward towards the bar counter and causing her to yelp.
"Careful with her, Vegeta!" Kakarot reprimanded, "She is not as indestructible as we are."
"Shut your filthy mouth, third class!" Vegeta said over his shoulder before turning to burn a stare into Tien's eyes. "She is one of your kind, is she not?"
Tien looked her over slowly, his eyes trying to decipher her markings. "She's a human, but she's not from my planet." He pointed to the center of his forehead, as the flesh separated from itself, producing an eye. "This would be the deciding factor. Everyone on my planet has this curse."
"None the less, the woman is human," Vegeta growled, "so find somewhere for her to go." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Somewhere safe." Trying to be kind was wearing his patience thin, and he struggled to keep his inner beast at bay.
Tien shook his head at Vegeta before his gaze fell upon Chi-Chi again. "I may have somewhere for you to reside, and it's possibly the safest place a pretty lady like you can go, but it won't be my decision if you are allowed to stay." He reached under the bar and pulled out a key. It was odd shaped, resembling more so a shard of polished glass than a standard key shape. He tossed it to Vegeta and began to scribble on a small slip of paper.
"Go around the bar and head straight to the elevator. Use this key in the second slot and press these numbers in sequence. It'll take you the top floor, and you need to head down to the red and purple door. Knock on that door three times and when questioned, say that you have a secret. From there you're on your own."
"What kind of back ass instructions are those!?" Vegeta barked.
"The kind that may offer you the assistance that you're looking for. Now you can go ahead and take it, or you go back out in the world and find your own solution. But something tells me that if you're knocking on my door, then you must have limited options."
Vegeta mumbled a slur of curses and massaged his temple. Damn that fucking Kakarot for putting me in this mess!
"Sulking doesn't suit you, Prince Vegeta," Nappa mocked, his chuckles vibrating in his chest. One look from Vegeta and he shut up.
The group headed to the elevator, Vegeta's hand looping tightly around Chi-Chi's arm. Kakarot followed them closely, ready to intervene if Vegeta handled her too roughly. Following Tien's instructions, they made it to the top floor. The hallway was dim, void of any windows, a floral smell spilling through the walls. At the end of the hallway stood a door made of stain glass, colored with various shades of reds and purples. Vegeta knocked three times, his heavy fist causing the door to shake.
"What is your need?" A familiar voice called from the other side, full of silk and music.
"I have a secret," Vegeta responded immediately, rolling his eyes at the use of code.
Silence followed before clicks could be heard from the other side. The door creaked open, blue hair filling the gap.
"You!" Vegeta snarled, his grip on Chi-Chi becoming tighter.
"Aaah, the lost prince," Bulma fully emerged in the doorway, her body leaning against the frame. She wore a silk robe, inked black with colorful flowers and stopping at her knee. The cinching at the waist made her body appear curvier the normal and she propped a leg open to keep the door in place. "What brings you to my door? And at this god forsaken hour?"
"I am not here to see you, harpy," he shoved Chi-Chi forward, who practically fell into Bulma's protruding chest. "We were told to bring her to you."
Bulma pressed her lips into a tight line at his insult, her oceanic eyes darkening in his direction. She stole a glance at the woman, her gaze softening. "Please," she turned and pressed the door open, "come inside." She pressed the door back with her buttocks, allowing Chi-Chi and the Saiyajins inside before cutting Vegeta's entry off. "This is a place of peace, prince, and I expect that you will leave your crudeness at this threshold." She crossed her arms and gave him a daring look.
"Tch," he burned a gaze straight into her own, "once you figure out what to do with her, I will leave your dreaded confinements. I've already had a killing for the night; I don't wish to spoil myself with another."
Bulma blew out a laugh and rolled her eyes. "Your words will never help you; your tongue is a serpent in itself." She gave him a look over once more before allowing him into her home, his mumbled curses accompanying him.
The inside of the spacious room was decorated with colorful silk tapestries, hanging in low fashions as they criss crossed the room. The royal purple plush furniture she owned was inviting, and the walls were a vivid red. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
"Your robe is beautiful, miss…?"
"Bulma," she smiled, taking a cup of tea from her centered glass table, "and you are?"
"Chi-Chi," she responded.
"Very beautiful name; unique, just like the features of your face." She took a sip and gave her a playful grin, gesturing to the pot of tea. "Please, pour yourselves a cup. It is made from the honey of the yukai bees and crushed orange tea leaves. It's a recipe that has been with me for years. Chi-Chi, you come from royalty, I presume?"
Chi-Chi looked taken aback but slowly nodded. "My father was once a king on my planet, but he was killed when Frieza…" her words drifted off, her fingers mashing the thin fabric at her thighs.
Bulma gave her a sympathetic smile, leaning over to cup her hand. "Say no more, you don't need to place yourself in bad memories. And thank you for the compliment on my robe, it is from my home planet."
"What types of flowers are those?" Chi-Chi asked, her eyes in marvel as she studied the floral imprints.
Bulma looked over to Vegeta, a smirk playing upon her lips. "These are called Kyuru Blossoms. They are beautiful when they are in bloom, but their life span is rather short. They wither away to the ugliest shade of green before crumbling apart completely."
Vegeta scoffed, tearing away from her stare and penetrating his gaze to the creamed carpet. He remembered her words - "the moon cycles for you are the life of a Kyuru blossom…" - and clenched his fists in anger. Who did this woman think she was? Was she trying to say that he would perish soon? What was this woman exactly? The unanswered questions did nothing to ease his tension; his lingering questions for the mysterious cerulean haired woman staining his tongue with the acidity of a lemon.
Bulma watched him for a second; taking more sips of her tea as she studied the prince. The tension rolled off of him in waves, spilling into her flesh. It amused her to see him so unsettled at her words, but she would not provide the remedy to someone so sick with hatred.
"Bulma," Chi-Chi said softly, her eyes torn to some foreign wall art, "is it possible that I can stay here?"
Bulma tore away from her education of Vegeta, her blue orbs finding home in the dark glimmer of Chi-Chi's bangs. She put her tea cup on the table and kneeled to Chi-Chi's sitting form. "That depends on you, I'm afraid."
"What do I have to do?" the question came out in a whisper, the fear resting on the top of her weighted words. Bulma lips pressed into a faint smile as she reached out and took Chi-Chi's hands into her own.
"Just relax and trust me. Let your mind ease," Bulma took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, focusing in concentration at the sight in the darkness. She needn't open them to see Chi-Chi's confusion. "Relax, Chi-Chi. Both of our questions will be answered soon enough."
The silence fell upon them like a raging storm, and even Vegeta turned in curiosity. Bulma had not stirred; her grips on Chi-Chi's small hands tight. Chi-Chi seemed at ease and stared at the crown of Bulma's intricate braid. After a few minutes, Bulma's eyes popped open, her irises cooled and fulfilled. She smiled and released Chi-Chi's hands, placing them with care back into her lap.
"You have seen many things and endured much more," her stare turned sympathetic, a familiarity washing over her face, "but many parts of you remain pure. You are more than welcome to stay here; you will have safety and comfort among friends."
"But how," Chi-Chi breathed, the intensity of Bulma's eyes leaving her breathless, "what did you do?"
"I saw you for who you are," Bulma stood, smoothing out her robe, "and it is something that deserves protection." She stole a look at Kakarot, who was watching Chi-Chi intently. "I trust that you will come to check on her? It is not good for one to feel alone and there is only so much I can give."
Apples rose to Chi-Chi's cheeks as she turned to Kakarot before bringing her head down. He smiled and nodded.
"Absolutely. It is my responsibility to make sure that she is alright, so I will visit as often as I can."
"Understood." Bulma found herself admiring the messy haired Saiyajin, his aura so different from the rest.
"Enough of this bullshit," Vegeta growled, his fist punching the wall, "woman, what is it that you possess?"
"What do you mean?" Bulma said matter of factly, reaching down for her cup of unfinished tea.
"You know damn well what I mean! First you said those words to me at the bar, and now you talk to this woman as if you know her personally! Play me for an idiot you will not. You can make this easy on yourself," he raised his hand, a faint glow covering his white glove, "or you can allow me the honors of getting the answers."
"You dare threaten me in my own home, you uncivilized bastard?" Bulma's shoulders began to shake, her tea cup rattling in her hand.
"YOU WILL SPEAK TO ME WITH PROPER RESPECT!" The glow ball began to pulsate with his frustrations, pooling out of the sides of his palm.
"Violence does not garner respect! You only know pain, your entire existence is malice, and you will never get me to bow down to you like a sniveling whore!" Her chest rose and fell, the top part of her breasts bursting through her robe.
"I have had enough of your devilish tongue," his tone low and menacing, "allow me to rip it from your mouth all together!"
Kakarot rose, his arms outstretched as he barricaded himself in the middle of the feuding duo. His face was stern; his lips in a tight line, his eyes darkened. "Vegeta," his voice deep, "you will not bring harm to this woman."
"Move out of my way, Kakarot."
"Vegeta –"
"I SAID, MOVE!" Vegeta's voice manifested into an earthquake, shaking the room and rattling the peaceful atmosphere. Kakarot held his position, his eyes burning daggers into Vegeta's onyx irises.
"You will not bring harm to this woman. She is helping us out when she doesn't have to. I cannot and will not let you unleash your terror here." He paused for a minute, watching the rage dance over Vegeta's face. "You're better than that, Vegeta."
Vegeta scowled; his teeth bared in a threat. He lowered his palm, his eyes never leaving Kakarot's. "How dare you take the side of some low class human before your own prince?" He spat at his feet.
"Right is right, Vegeta."
"Is this the same bullshit you spewed on Vegetasai? When you thought you were too good to help Frieza?"
"Frieza would have only brought us more destruction. Don't tell me you're so ignorant to not have recognized it."
"HE WOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE GALAXY!" Nappa and Raditz rose as Vegeta's power surged again, a blue glow illuminating around him. "A FEW MONTHS UNDER THAT MONSTER AND I COULD HAVE SURPASSED HIM! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING, YOU PIECE OF SHIT-"
"He ruined nothing." Bulma's voice was powerful, ceasing the stormed prince's rage. All eyes peered on her as she locked eyes with the flame haired man before her, stepping around Kakarot to get a better view.
"Frieza was terrible. He was what should have never been made; an abomination to our mother who birthed the stars. Had you have followed him, you would be wasting away as he in the vacuum of space. Kakarot was wise in speaking for you and your planet and you disgrace him with your sharp tongue."
"I'm getting really tired of you speaking to Vegeta in this code of yours, bitch," Raditz barked, crouching down into a defensive position, "how the hell do you know so much?"
"Yes, I've been wondering quite the same," Nappa interjected, clenching his fists, "what the hell are you, besides a mad woman with a death wish?"
Bulma fluttered her gaze over to them, her face serious. "I am many things to many people, a gift to all who dare use it." She shot her intensity back to Vegeta. "Or I am a curse; speaking misfortunes like the wind that carries an unsettling rain."
"So a witch then?" Vegeta folded his arms and smirked, "should have known with that odd coloring of yours that you were something unholy."
Bulma pursed her lips and closed her eyes, struggling to keep her calm. "My coloring, as you so eloquently put it, is a trait of my home planet; passed down to me for generations in my family. Perhaps if you spent half of your days educating yourself instead of devouring me with your eyes, you would seem as not an ignorant ass."
Nappa and Raditz could not help the snickers that flew through their lips at the woman's audacity. She may have been a shrewd woman that dare challenged their prince; but damn her if she wasn't as witty as she was humorous.
"Shut up with your mockery, you imbeciles!" Vegeta's face turned to raspberries at his embarrassment; the fact that she believed that he would dare stoop so low to pay her attention out of anything other than curiosity was maddening. "Silence your tongue, wench. A Saiyajin would never disgrace himself to call on such a pathetic creature as a human."
"When you say that you have gifts and curses," Kakarot intervened, scratching his head, "and that you are many things to many people, what does that mean? You're not a," he looked around before whispering, "a whore, are you?"
"Absolutely not!" Bulma's cheeks flushed at the word, sounding odd coming from the man who spoke it. "What that means is that those who find me necessary to help them seek me out. And those who chose to ignore what I have to say walk into their own doom."
"So you are of the Clairvos? From planet Sram?" Chi-Chi stood, her eyes roaming Bulma's face in bewilderment. "I've heard of such a species before, but never in my life did I think I would ever meet one."
"What I am is not important at the moment, but wee will discuss things later, Chi-Chi." Bulma's eyes softened as something flashed over them, but it was gone with her next set of blinks. "For now, you go and get yourself cleaned up in the spare room in back while I escort these gentlemen to the door." She smiled sweetly, prompting Chi-Chi to do the same. Chi-Chi nodded to Kakarot, struggling with words that she wanted to say before deciding against it, disappearing beyond the beaded curtains to the back.
Bulma walked them over to the door, her mannerisms serious. "Saiyajins, I leave you with a few parting words." She looked over to all of them before stopping on Vegeta. "My intent to you is not malicious, but I do ask that you heed my words. The path you take is destructive one, and with what is to come, you will need to recourse. That goes especially for you, Prince Vegeta. I meant what I said to you in the bar."
"Hmph, as if you think our prince would dare be bothered by words of a shrewd," Nappa chortled, "you're lucky you can still breathe the stale air of this planet."
Bulma's eyes narrowed. "Do as you wish, but understand that with every action there is a consequence. Many paths can be opened with indecision, but only one can be taken. Know that paths are linear and you can never change them."
"I do not enjoy your riddling, witch," Vegeta snarled, "nor am I desperate enough to take the advice from some underground jezebel. Unless you plan to cower at my feet, I suggest that you speak no further words to me." He left her in her unfinished words, her lips pursed. Nappa and Raditz glared at her, cursing her name to Vegetasai before following their prince. Bulma grabbed Kakarot's arm, holding him close.
"Only you can help the rest of your planet, Kakarot. There is power in your name, and it is my hope that your power persuades the prince."
"I'm not sure I follow," his eyebrow rose in question, "why are you so bent on helping out Vegeta of all people?"
She turned her gaze downwards, her eyes filling with sadness. "I have seen many things, I'm afraid, and when the time arises, we will all depend on those that we wish we didn't have to. He is not the only one who wishes for undead things to rise again." She met Kakarot's stare, her words only confusing him more. "Don't worry too much about what I have to say, just please heed my words. I hadn't meant to entice him so, but he called me a whore and I felt inclined to tell him the truth. But that can change," she said determinedly, "you can influence that change."
"I'm sorry, I still don't-
"KAKAROT!" Vegeta's voice bellowed.
Bulma smiled, releasing his muscular arm. "Go, you don't want to keep your prince waiting. I will take care of Chi-Chi, feel free to visit anytime."
Kakarot nodded slowly, the desire to ask question her further burning cruelly on his tongue. She smiled again, warmer this time, and clenched his hand.
"The time for answers will be close, do not fear. But I cannot explain everything at once, nor will it be clear. I promise in due time, you will know what to do."
He nodded again, turning from her before he pressed into the wall and demanded that she stop her riddles. He heard the door close behind him and tried to put the impending thoughts of who and what this Bulma was, and what purpose did she serve to he and his comrades.
oooOOOooo
Vegeta pressed his top teeth down on his lip as he chewed it with irritation. He lay back on his cot, watching the black panel of the night whip by from the window of his shared room with the others.
That wretched witch, he thought internally, tasting the iron as his teeth drew blood from his flesh, how dare she speak to me as if I am a common weakling? As if I am the same as she?
He groaned loudly when her face pressed itself into his mind, turning over and burying his face into the pillow. He vowed that when he regained control of Vegetasai, he would pay to watch the harpy burn on the red sands while he drank the richest wine from his father's glass. The mere thought alone brought a smile to his darkened face.
Nappa entered the room, fresh from the shower, and moaned as he lay back on his cot. "Oh man does it feel good to finally rest," he rubbed his hand over his stomach, "now only time to get something to eat. " He curled his upper half up to eye the still back of his prince, sighing in the process.
"Don't tell me that you're still moping over what that bitch said to you, Vegeta." He was met by silence, although he did see Vegeta flinch as he made the observation. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his bald head, stealing a glance outside of the window. "Vegeta."
"What, Nappa?" Vegeta snarled.
"If you peek out of the window, you can kind of see Vegetasai."
"I don't give a damn about your quizzical mind, Nappa. Leave me the fuck alone."
"So you are sulking, fucking hell," he sighed again, feeling his hollow stomach moan in protest. "Vegeta, that woman is insane. She probably is hot between the legs and just wants to sit on your cock. Wouldn't be the first time a woman has gone crazy at wanting you to bed her, you know."
"As if I'd let her. What the hell is your point?"
"Just that you need to stop thinking about the rainbow bitch, is all." He stood and stretched, breathing in relief as he heard his joints crack. "Come downstairs and join me, Raditz, and the trash for dinner. Who the hell wants to sit in this room all day anyways," he looked around the bleak gray walls and matching floors, the singular cots. Even though The Council used them at their disposal, their living conditions were far from cozy. The best part of the room, Nappa decided, was the large open panel that gave them a view of the stars of Sunaru, the red dot of Vegetasai peeking behind the moon.
"I will eat on my own time," Vegeta grumbled, "the last thing I need is for you to try and tell me what to do."
"Look, Vegeta, if it'll make you feel better I can go blast the whore to bits right now. I'll even save a slither of her hair if it makes you feel better, and I'll even tell The Council you had nothing to do with it."
"That won't make me feel better."
"Then what will?"
"I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL SHE WAS GOING ON ABOUT!" He sat upright, his flamed hair standing at peak as if it was a frightened cat's tail, his eyes widely opened. He clutched the blue fabric of his jumpsuit at the leg and scowled. "She dares talk to me in puzzles and riddles, making me feel inferior because I don't understand! What the hell is she?!" He ran his fingers through his scalp in agitation, hunching over and screaming out. "I feel like I'm going to explode because I can't kill anything to rid myself of frustrations!"
"Yeah, well, that's what you've got to do until you're king again. And then you kill her and every last fucking member of that dumbass council and celebrate on their graves."
"Except the purple one. He'd make a nice slave."
"Kaioshin?!" Nappa raised an eyebrow before shrugging. "If you say so, I guess."
Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes, sitting up and collecting his thoughts. Damn that blue haired woman named Bulma and for clouding his brain in confusion. Damn The Council for taking his love of the battle and diminishing it to a 'save the day' score. Damn Kakarot for not having the true pride of a Saiyajin. Just damn everyone and everything.
"Are you finished?"
"Fuck you Nappa," he spat, but pressed his feet firmly to the floor. Without a word, he walked past the brute, removing his white gloves to not soil them during dinner, and exited the room, a chuckling Nappa not too far behind.
Making their way down to the mess hall in their living quarters, Vegeta rolled his eyes at The Council's army of minions chattering. The talk died down as he entered the cafeteria, many of the soldiers aware of Vegeta's temper and intolerance of loud noises. He grabbed his tray and loaded it with foods: fruits from the Citadel's giving tree, some weird brown meat that the robo –techs had produced, and a sweetened fig drink that was high in pulp. Vegeta grimaced; he really missed the royal dinners on Vegetasai.
A robo-tech took his credits and thanked him, earning a scoff from Vegeta in the process. He walked over to the other Saiyajins and slammed his tray down, momentarily ceasing the gorging of food from the brothers.
"Good to see you come down, Vegeta," Raditz said through a mouth full of mystery alien meat, "the food's not half bad today."
"Hmph," Vegeta picked up a fork and ran it through his meat and sauce, leaning his head against his hand, "if I had grown up with the luxuries that third-class offered, then I may not think this food was half bad either."
"Well excuse me," Raditz rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his fig drink to swallow down his angry words.
"Vegeta," Kakarot treaded lightly, aware that Vegeta was still upset with him from earlier, "did you think about what Bulma said?"
"I am not spending another minute deciphering what she has to say," he lied, finally biting into his meat.
"She may be on to something, though. I'm not sure what she was taking about either, far from it actually, but what if it helps you in the long run?"
Vegeta growled deeply in his belly, clutching his fork so hard it snapped in two. "If you feel so inclined to help these pathetic species, then why don't you do us all a favor and go join them?" He turned to face Kakarot, the anger spilling from his eyes and falling to the floor. "It might do me good to never have to look at that pathetic face again."
"Are you really that crass, Vegeta? Are you really going to ignore that it's possible that she knows what she's talking about? After all, she did know about our father dying and-"
"Don't you dare speak about your king that way, you low class monkey!" Vegeta roared.
Nappa and Raditz stopped their eating, their eyes widened at Vegeta's use of the slur. Calling your fellow comrade something as low as a monkey was inexcusable, and could ultimately lead to a fight to the death.
Vegeta felt the stares of all three Saiyajins on him and buckled under the pressure. He rose from his seat, gulping down his fig juice and turned to leave, three pairs of eyes burning into his back.
He had only made it to the front of the entrance when the doors bolted open and a small alien with orange skin and three large eyes that nestled in the center of his face nearly knocked into him. He was shaking and his eyes were darting everywhere and Vegeta could taste the unease as it poured from his flesh.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Sorry, Vegeta, but everyone has to turn to the podcast right now!"
The army minions in the room grunted in question, glancing over at one another to understand the orange alien's request. He brushed past Vegeta and bee lined for a robo-tech, gripping the curves of its white exterior.
"I command you to display the current podcast right now, 1689N."
"Podcast archived. Current podcast satellite picking up from four planets. Which podcast do you request?"
"Planet Enut!" the alien yelled out frantically.
"Planet Enut podcast streaming. Podcast will pick up into two minutes forty five seconds of broadcast." The robo-tech's middle compartment opened, displaying a white light as it flashed against the walls of the cafeteria.
As the screen settled into a red camera lens, a member of The Council's army's face came into clear view, his facial expression panicked.
"I hope someone is watching this right now!" he whispered, a low bellowing muting his words in the background. Vegeta turned to look at the scene, his eyebrow raised in question.
"Something is here on Enut, and it ain't normal. We were only supposed to come here to do work on the satellite beam, but then one by one our camp starting dying. I'm the only one left," he whimpered as the bellowing grew louder, and he looked over his shoulder before turning back to the camera. "I'm all out of ammo so I'm hiding right now, but please someone send reinforcements. I'm afraid they'll find me."
Pathetic, Vegeta pondered, hiding like a coward instead of taking vengeance for his men. A Saiyajin would never disgrace themselves that way.
"Right now I am in quadrant 2234, about twelve miles away from the capital of Enut. I beg someone, anyone, contact The Council immediately. Planet Enut needs to be placed under a state of emergency. My scouter is broken and-oh my god!"
The camera rattled as the army member was lifted from the ground in a flash, bellowing sounds becoming so loud that the cafeteria patrons had to cover their ears. The army member's armor fell back to the ground, it's cover splashed with blood. After a few seconds the camera stopped moving, the background becoming eerily quiet. Suddenly, the bellowing grew again, its voice like unexpected thunder, and the lens of the camera cracked. A silhouette was seen in the camera's footage briefly; tall, lumpy dark matter that had no face bellowed again, its exterior vibrating. The camera went out as the bellowing grew in intensity.
"Podcast satellite disrupted," the robo-tech announced as it shut its compartment, "please stand by while an error report is created."
"What in the bloody hell was that," Vegeta whispered, his eyes directing at his comrades. After tearing their eyes away from the now empty wall, they peered his way, the same question hovering over their faces.
"I was getting reports of the satellite signal weakening," the orange alien announced, horror painted over his face, "and I saw his comrades get killed by that….that thing!"
"Shut your sniveling, you pathetic excuse for a soldier," Vegeta scolded, more interested in finding answers than listening to whining.
"B-but, Vegeta! Didn't you see it?"
"Of course I did, fuckwad! I was watching the same damned thing as you!" He snarled before marching back to the table of the other Saiyajins, sitting down with no words.
"Vegeta," Nappa whispered, "I didn't even need to be there to feel the power level of that thing."
"Tell me about it," Kakarot replied, "it was overwhelming. I haven't felt something that powerful since—"
"Don't say it, Kakarot," Raditz said in disbelief, "Frieza is long dead."
"He's not all the way wrong," Vegeta reluctantly admitted, closing his eyes, "the power level of that…thing…was astounding." Vegeta had watched the broadcast with the hair on the back of his neck raised, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. It was powerful, whatever it was.
The red light on his scouter went off, interrupting his thoughts. He pressed the button, already aware of what they wanted.
"Vegeta," Kaoshin's face plastered in the hologram, his dark rimmed eyes narrowed. "I'm sure that you saw the podcast?"
Vegeta nodded, straightening his back for comfort.
"Vegeta, Saiyajins, whatever that was completely destroyed the top fleet in our army," Kaoishin closed his eyes and sighed deeply before opening them again, "they were our best militia, right underneath your group."
"Hmph, I doubt it," Vegeta scoffed.
"This isn't the time for your fucking insolence, Vegeta!" The hologram shifted over to Beerus, who's palms were pressed sternly against the table, his yellow eyes bulging from his head. "Those men were strong and trained under Whis. The fact that they were all killed in a matter of minutes is a serious problem!"
"So what do you want from us? You want us to fly to Enut and kill them?"
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO!"
"Hold on, Beerus," the hologram shifted again, centering on Kami. "He's getting a little out of himself, like he said those men were trained by Whis. If they were killed easily, your group won't fare that much better either. "
"So what do you need?" Vegeta grit, pressing two fingers against his temple.
"We need you four to fly to Enut with our lead scientist. I'm afraid this won't be as easy as jumping straight into battle. Those things have the dark aura of Frieza, and he was no hard task to conqueor." Kami clicked his stick as he coughed, his wrinkled eyes taking a frown of their own.
"So when is this expedition?"
"We would like to send you in the morning, when the suns are rising," the hologram went back to Kaioshin, "you will meet with our scientist first thing in the morning and he will explain everything that you need to know."
"Understood," Vegeta pressed the button to end the call, taking a deep breath in.
"Well boys, looks like we finally got ourselves a real challenge," Raditz stretched his arms behind his head and cracked his neck, "no more weak sons of bitches to fight."
"Thank god," Nappa snorted, "I thought for a second that Raditz would never get a chance to grow stronger."
"You bald headed bitch, I should kick your ass!"
Vegeta closed his eyes to tune their bickering out, images of the camera's feed playing against the darkness. Like Raditz said, this would be the first time that they had an ounce of a real challenge since working for Frieza, and even though the pit of his belly groaned in suspicion, he was very much looking forward to it.
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A/N: and here's chapter 2!
I will say that I won't be updating this fast all the time, but when starting a story, I like to put out at least three chapters pronto so that you guys can get a feel for how it's going.
Thank you to the reviewers so far, and for the likes, favs, follows, kudos and all that jazz! Definitely makes my day when I see the notifications, so thanks a ton!
Please, please, please review! Not only does it make me feel good, it also lets me know what you guys like and don't like so I can help this story grow into something great. I think every fic writer dreams of that one story that they will write that will be epic, and I want this one to be that. A lot of hours will be put into this story, so I only ask that you guys read and review pretty peas.
Also, a little fun fact:
Most of the planets that I named in this story, as well as the galaxy, are just jumbled or backwards spelling of the planets from our solar system. So Sram=Mars, Sunaru= Uranus, Klaywim= scrambling of Milky Way. They'll be more of these in planet names, species, and character names. (Blame the Akira Toriyama in me :p)
Till next time friends,
Bitchii-Usa
