Chapter Five: Raditz And Journa Play Hooky
That same night, Pink Whittier Rock, planet Lune, five miles east of the Sampi Jungle…
Raditz spat upon the corpse of the last Macee that had tried to jump him from a tree, just as he and Journa had neared Pink Whittier Rock. Actually, it had been a group of Macees, and now all of them were dead, thanks to some swift and merciless ki blasts from Raditz and Journa. The Saiyan lovers were certain that only a small percentage of Lune's total population remained, but both of them were still slightly wary, as Raditz began to search and sniff at Pink Whittier Rock.
Pink Whittier Rock was really a huge igneous rock formation that a nearby dormant volcano (Lune's numerous volcanoes were famous throughout the Cold Empire) had spat out one hundred years ago in the final stages of one of its most devastating attack on the planet's surface ever. The pink quartz rock formation was naturally sculpted into three spiky prisms with sharp points, resembling a flower with three long, thick petals. In the center of the three rocks was a smooth, perfect oval obsidian stone.
And under the center of this stone was supposed to be the treasure of twenty thousand coldars that Raditz had read about on the ragged map taken from Lokcor's loincloth.
Raditz and Journa climbed up and around the prisms of Pink Whittier Rock, and Raditz opened up his palm, forming another of the same burning ball of ki that he had used to scorch away Lokcor's lower half a couple of hours ago.
"Careful, Raditz," Journa told her mate. "We don't want to burn away the money too."
"Polaris itself couldn't burn away coldars-those coins are made of gold combined with two of the strongest metals in the universe," Raditz told her easily, as he continued to burn away at the obsidian stone. Acrid smoke arose from beneath Raditz's huge hand.
"Hmmm…." Journa said thoughtfully, looking into the dusky twilight of the Lune sky. She contemplated the twinkling sapphire stars that seemed to whirl and sparkle just for her. She then pointed to a bluish star that seemed brighter than most of the others.
"Ah…I found Solaris," she purred contentedly. (Solaris is what many Rosetta Galaxy inhabitants call planet Earth's sun.) "My favorite star!"
Raditz sighed; most of the time he tolerated Journa's unusual interest in stargazing, but he wanted her to focus on what they had come for-the money. "C'mon, Journa, you can stare at stars some other time-you and I are about to be rich, and then I can buy you one of those stars."
"Buy me Solaris," Journa told her mate absentmindedly, as she continued to study Solaris and her companions. She looked up wistfully into the sky, finding almost immediately where planet Vegeta, her and Raditz's home planet used to be. She found that empty lonely spot near what we call Polaris the North Star. Polaris served as the sun for at least five known different solar systems, and one of those systems had once included planet Vegeta. Planet Vegeta had been situated south of Polaris.
"I'd buy you Frieza's empire, if I could," Raditz told her lazily, as he continued to burn away at the obsidian stone until it burned into dust. Finally he yelled with delight when he found a metal door in the center where the black stone covering it used to be. Raditz punched the metal door hard, and the door opened with a rusty squeak, the flap sinking into the ground. Raditz then shoved the metal door aside, as he felt around inside the square hole that the metal door and obsidian stone had been concealing. Finally, he yelled louder with happiness when his thick fingers brushed against a velvety bag. His index finger poked at the unseen bag, and he felt coins inside the huge, heavy sack. Raditz joyously yanked the bag of coins out of the hole and tossed it at Journa, who barely caught it in time.
"Kami!" Journa shrieked, as she tore open the bag and saw all of the coins. The coldar coins were gold-plated with zinc rims, and one side had the picture of King Cold on it while the other side showed a picture of both Coola and Frieza.
She and Raditz scurried off of Pink Whittier Rock and they both sat down on a log. They divided the treasure between the two of them and begin to frantically count their money. When they added their separate amounts together, they were delighted to find that all twenty thousand coldars were there.
"Raditz!" Journa exclaimed. "We could buy a small planet with all this money!"
Raditz chuckled. "Not quite, Journ, not quite. A small planet in Frieza's part of the Cold Empire costs almost between three hundred thousand and eight hundred thousand coldars, depending on what resources that planet has."
"What are we going to do with all of this money?" Journa asked breathlessly. "I haven't had this much money since before Frieza took my brother and I away."
"It's a lot, Journ, it's a lot. Sadly, there won't be much of it left for us though."
"Why not? Frieza doesn't have to find out."
"I'm not worried about Frieza. It's your brother and Nappa. You know that they're going to demand some of this money, and Vegeta would likely demand a bigger share."
Journa sighed sadly, but then she saw Raditz grin.
"Why are you smiling?"
Raditz sidled closer to Journa, wrapping his tail tightly around her waist. He then took her hand into his.
"Hey, Journ, remember when our scouters were destroyed three days ago?"
Journa could remember. Some of the Macee a few days ago had defended one of their villages against Raditz and Journa when the two Saiyans had come to destroy them. The Macee of that village had not succeeded in stopping Raditz and Journa's massacre, but they had fought them hard enough to destroy their scouters. Planet Lune was so primitive that Raditz and Journa had no way of contacting Frieza, or even Vegeta and Nappa. Lune was not sophisticated enough in technology to have radio or satellite communication systems; most of the inhabitants still had sent messengers from village to village or from land to land to deliver messages.
Neither Raditz nor Journa were highly experienced in technology; Vegeta knew more about technology than the other three pureblooded Saiyans put together, and Vegeta was not with them. They had not heard from Vegeta or Nappa in a month since Vegeta had told them he and Nappa were going to planet Grain to clear it and take Prince Barley as their captive.
"So…no one knows about this money in Frieza's forces, but us…and…well, when's the last time we took a pleasure trip, Journ?"
Journa laughed. "Don't we get pleasure from conquering planets?"
"I mean a real pleasure trip-one that doesn't involve doing Frieza's dirty work!"
"Hmm…you have a valid point, Raditz."
"We've finished clearing our planets early; this one was the last one we had to purge, and it's almost done. So, let's take a vacation."
Journa smiled, as Raditz began to slide his tail down her bare thigh. "Where to, Raditz?" She began to pet his tail. Raditz emitted a loud, throaty purr.
"How about Ritan? Ritan is not far from here. We'd be able to make it there within less than fifteen hours, if we put our pods on hyper-speed."
"How are we going to be able to afford Ritan?" Journa cried. "Ritan is a fancy tropical resort planet that only Frieza, Coola, King Cold, and the Top Elites can afford to have their vacations at!"
"We have more than enough money to spend some time on Ritan. And we don't have to spend it all at once; we'll just do something within a sensible budget range. Don't worry, Journa; let's just relax when we get there and have a good time."
"Okay, Raditz, you've convinced me," Journa sighed happily, as Raditz began to nibble on her neck. She wrapped her muscular arms around him, pressing against him, as much as she could with their armors in their way. "But only, if we spend the money wisely."
"You've got it! Now let's mate for a bit, and then we can finish purging this backwater planet!"
"With pleasure!" Journa agreed, as Raditz began to help her out of her armor. "But I mean wisely, Raditz…"
"Of course, Journ, of course, wisely…"
Fourteen hours later, planet Ritan, at the Luxury Heavens Hotel…
"And welcome to our royalty suite, the finest suite in the finest, grandest hotel on all of Ritan! You and your mate will love it here! The royalty suite has two deluxe bedrooms, a kitchenette, and a bathroom with a huge bathtub and water jets inserted. You have access to your own private swimming pool, reserved exclusively for occupants of this room, along with your own private sauna and exercise room. This suite is on our concierge level, and there are no other rooms on this top floor, guaranteeing you and your lovely woman complete privacy! Now what were the names of you two again?" The hotel manager, a tall alien that resembled a blue praying mantis with red eyes, had promptly shown them up to the nicest suite in the expensive Luxury Heavens Hotel the moment that Raditz had tossed him a bag of fifty coldars and demanded the best room. They were now standing at the golden double doors of the suite.
"Umm…Prince Stripe and Princess Target," Raditz lied easily, as he wrapped his tail around Journa's small waist. There was nothing unusual in that action, except that Raditz's tail had now been dyed a soft, silvery gray and ringed with black stripes.
And so had Journa's. Journa rather liked the new look of her tail.
"Prince Stripe and Princess Target?" the manager exclaimed. "I've heard of you two-you two just got married! You, Prince Stripe, are the crown prince to the throne of planet Lemur! Of course you are! I've never seen you two before, but your father, King Ring, is a good friend of King Cold's! You two are Ringtails from planet Lemur, yes, part of the elite Ringtail Leumurian race. Lemur is a member of the Planet Trade as well as part of the Cold Empire. Well, welcome, welcome, Prince Stripe and lovely Princess Target, and may you both enjoy your stay at the Luxury Heavens Hotel! If you need anything, and I do mean anything, just give us a buzz! Just ask for me, Sutos, and any other of my staff members."
"With pleasure," replied "Prince Target".
Sutos leaned over to whisper into the ear of the false Ringtail prince, "And if you, Prince Target need some…variety in your sex life, I know of this lovely little brothel nearby, and I can arrange to bring you some of their finest girls for your pleasure-ACK! GASP!"
Sutos could not speak, for Journa's newly ringed tail was wrapped around his pencil-thin neck, as she levitated in the air. With a contorted face, she told Sutos icily through clenched teeth, "That service will not be necessary."
Raditz chuckled at Journa's possessiveness of him. "Alright, Journa, I think you made your point! Let the fellow go; we'll need him later."
Journa huffed, "Fine with me," and with a thrust of her powerful tail, she threw Sutos to the ground. Sutos laughed nervously, as he hopped up and scurried away. Raditz then triumphantly opened the shiny gold doors to the luxuriant suite. "Bellhops will be coming with your bags shortly!" he yelled, as he rushed away.
The suite was everything that Sutos had described and more. When they first entered the suite, they came into a huge living room with white leather overstuffed couches and chairs encircling a long, polished oval table made out of reddish wood that was streaked with black stripes from the planet Cara-Camay, a planet famous for its quality woods. The carpet was black and velvety and decorated with huge, pink and white roses. There were several black-and-white marble vases along one cream wall, and on the wall opposite of it was a brass fireplace with fresh, unburned wood below a gray stone mantle.
They strolled under an archway into the larger of two bedrooms, and in this bedroom was a huge king-sized canopy brass bed set up against the back wall. The canopy itself was a filmy, silky sheer fabric that was mint green, and the bedclothes, pillowcases, and shams were of lilac material covered in lace. Numerous pillows in shades of plum, emerald, rose, and sky-blue decorated the head of the bed. Two nightstands made out of "peige", yet another wood from Cara-Camay that was pink with beige stripes.
The carpet in the room was pale pink, and the walls were a soft peach tone. And on the wall opposite of the bed was another brass fireplace. And cater-corner from the brass bed was another peige table, accompanied by a peach velvet loveseat and recliner.
"This sure beats those rooms we have on Frieza's mother ship," Raditz said after a low whistle.
Journa smiled. "Thanks, Raditz, for coming up with this!"
"No problem," Raditz said simply. "After all, we were supposed to spend this money sensibly." He and Journa chuckled. "And nothing's more sensible than a luxury vacation…but there's something missing."
"What's that?" Journa wanted to know.
Raditz grinned, as he crossed his muscled arms. "A couple of luscious, young, buxom humanoid females…perhaps I could summon Sutos to find me some and…OUCH! What was that for?"
Journa emitted a warning growl after drawing her medium fist back from socking Raditz in his beefy arm. Her eyes narrowed, as she glared at him.
"Ow…come on, Journa, I was just kidding!" Raditz protested amiably.
Journa flashed Raditz a Vegeta-like smirk, as she crossed her arms in a fashion similar to her mate's. "Okay, Raditz, you can have your two big-breasted girls…on one condition!"
"What's that?"
"I get to have a couple of young, well-formed humanoid studs come up here and entertain me shortly afterwards."
Raditz abruptly threw Journa over his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed. He then pounced on her, as he wound his tail around her waist. He looked down into her Vegeta-like face with a mock-menacing glare on his handsome features. "I don't think so, Princess."
Journa pulled him down for a kiss and some bites on his chin and shoulders. "Some of you men just get riled up over the silliest things" she laughed.
And twenty minutes later, downstairs in the Luxury Heavens Hotel lobby…
Journa was right about some men getting riled up over silly things, and Frieza just happened to be one of those men. Frieza, in his first of three known forms, was sharply yelling at Sutos, who was cowering against the wall.
"What do you mean that the royalty suite has been taken? Who else other than my father, my brother, and myself can afford the royalty suite?" Frieza had his skinny, ribbed arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.
Sutos stammered, with sweat raining down his insect face, "Why, why Prince Stripe and Princess Target of planet Lemur, of course! The Lemurian royalty are as wealthy as the Cold royalty, Lord Frieza."
Frieza tapped a button several times on his scouter after deciding not to annihilate Sutos and the hotel staff just yet. A few seconds later, he called through his scouter, "Father, are you there?"
King Cold's cultured voice came through his end of the scouter channel, "Yes, son?"
"Father, someone took the royalty suite at your hotel on Ritan!"
"Who, son?"
"A couple of stupid royals named Prince Stripe and Princess Target!"
King Cold did not react as Frieza had expected him to. Instead, King Cold laughed. "Why, I remember Prince Stripe. I attended his and Lady Target's wedding on planet Lemur myself! Why my good friend, King Ring, must have sent those two lovebirds here to my hotel for a honeymoon! Just relax, Frieza, most people only have a honeymoon once! Just take the next best room they have!"
"Father!" Frieza hissed. "Are you telling me that I can't get the best suite at my father's own hotel?"
"Not for right now, you can't, son. King Ring and his people have done much for the Cold Empire, and I don't see any harm in rewarding them by letting the future king of Lemur vacation at my hotel."
"Ohhhhhh!" Frieza roared.
"Calm down, Frieza. Just take another luxury suite at some other hotel."
"All of those are booked!"
"Then you'll have to do with what my hotel has. Goodbye, son, I'd like to talk more, but my dear little Caldair is calling me back into bed. Haha, she just can't keep her hands off of me! Farewell!" And with that, King Cold signed off, presumably to go back to bed with his third and favorite wife, the Cara humanoid woman, Lady Caldair.
Frieza clenched his fists, as the two young women with him trembled in fear. Coola, Frieza's brother had generously given one of the girls, unused from Coola's large harem, to his brother as a birthday gift a month ago. She was a mammalian catlike woman with silver fur and long, black shiny hair framing a kittenish face with emerald eyes; her name was Shay. The second young lady was from the Ginyu Girls, and she was currently Frieza's favorite Ginyu Girl; she was a Gemstarian female with mauve hair and blue eyes named Damask. Shay glared at Frieza and Damask when they weren't looking; Shay had already fallen in love with Frieza, and she wanted him for herself. She did not like that Frieza brought along Damask.
"Fine," Frieza huffed to Sutos. "What's the next best room that you have?"
"It's right this way, sire," Sutos said shakily, as he gestured for Frieza and his two ladies to follow him. Sutos was just thankful at the moment to still be alive.
That same night, Pink Whittier Rock, planet Lune, five miles east of the Sampi Jungle…
Raditz spat upon the corpse of the last Macee that had tried to jump him from a tree, just as he and Journa had neared Pink Whittier Rock. Actually, it had been a group of Macees, and now all of them were dead, thanks to some swift and merciless ki blasts from Raditz and Journa. The Saiyan lovers were certain that only a small percentage of Lune's total population remained, but both of them were still slightly wary, as Raditz began to search and sniff at Pink Whittier Rock.
Pink Whittier Rock was really a huge igneous rock formation that a nearby dormant volcano (Lune's numerous volcanoes were famous throughout the Cold Empire) had spat out one hundred years ago in the final stages of one of its most devastating attack on the planet's surface ever. The pink quartz rock formation was naturally sculpted into three spiky prisms with sharp points, resembling a flower with three long, thick petals. In the center of the three rocks was a smooth, perfect oval obsidian stone.
And under the center of this stone was supposed to be the treasure of twenty thousand coldars that Raditz had read about on the ragged map taken from Lokcor's loincloth.
Raditz and Journa climbed up and around the prisms of Pink Whittier Rock, and Raditz opened up his palm, forming another of the same burning ball of ki that he had used to scorch away Lokcor's lower half a couple of hours ago.
"Careful, Raditz," Journa told her mate. "We don't want to burn away the money too."
"Polaris itself couldn't burn away coldars-those coins are made of gold combined with two of the strongest metals in the universe," Raditz told her easily, as he continued to burn away at the obsidian stone. Acrid smoke arose from beneath Raditz's huge hand.
"Hmmm…." Journa said thoughtfully, looking into the dusky twilight of the Lune sky. She contemplated the twinkling sapphire stars that seemed to whirl and sparkle just for her. She then pointed to a bluish star that seemed brighter than most of the others.
"Ah…I found Solaris," she purred contentedly. (Solaris is what many Rosetta Galaxy inhabitants call planet Earth's sun.) "My favorite star!"
Raditz sighed; most of the time he tolerated Journa's unusual interest in stargazing, but he wanted her to focus on what they had come for-the money. "C'mon, Journa, you can stare at stars some other time-you and I are about to be rich, and then I can buy you one of those stars."
"Buy me Solaris," Journa told her mate absentmindedly, as she continued to study Solaris and her companions. She looked up wistfully into the sky, finding almost immediately where planet Vegeta, her and Raditz's home planet used to be. She found that empty lonely spot near what we call Polaris the North Star. Polaris served as the sun for at least five known different solar systems, and one of those systems had once included planet Vegeta. Planet Vegeta had been situated south of Polaris.
"I'd buy you Frieza's empire, if I could," Raditz told her lazily, as he continued to burn away at the obsidian stone until it burned into dust. Finally he yelled with delight when he found a metal door in the center where the black stone covering it used to be. Raditz punched the metal door hard, and the door opened with a rusty squeak, the flap sinking into the ground. Raditz then shoved the metal door aside, as he felt around inside the square hole that the metal door and obsidian stone had been concealing. Finally, he yelled louder with happiness when his thick fingers brushed against a velvety bag. His index finger poked at the unseen bag, and he felt coins inside the huge, heavy sack. Raditz joyously yanked the bag of coins out of the hole and tossed it at Journa, who barely caught it in time.
"Kami!" Journa shrieked, as she tore open the bag and saw all of the coins. The coldar coins were gold-plated with zinc rims, and one side had the picture of King Cold on it while the other side showed a picture of both Coola and Frieza.
She and Raditz scurried off of Pink Whittier Rock and they both sat down on a log. They divided the treasure between the two of them and begin to frantically count their money. When they added their separate amounts together, they were delighted to find that all twenty thousand coldars were there.
"Raditz!" Journa exclaimed. "We could buy a small planet with all this money!"
Raditz chuckled. "Not quite, Journ, not quite. A small planet in Frieza's part of the Cold Empire costs almost between three hundred thousand and eight hundred thousand coldars, depending on what resources that planet has."
"What are we going to do with all of this money?" Journa asked breathlessly. "I haven't had this much money since before Frieza took my brother and I away."
"It's a lot, Journ, it's a lot. Sadly, there won't be much of it left for us though."
"Why not? Frieza doesn't have to find out."
"I'm not worried about Frieza. It's your brother and Nappa. You know that they're going to demand some of this money, and Vegeta would likely demand a bigger share."
Journa sighed sadly, but then she saw Raditz grin.
"Why are you smiling?"
Raditz sidled closer to Journa, wrapping his tail tightly around her waist. He then took her hand into his.
"Hey, Journ, remember when our scouters were destroyed three days ago?"
Journa could remember. Some of the Macee a few days ago had defended one of their villages against Raditz and Journa when the two Saiyans had come to destroy them. The Macee of that village had not succeeded in stopping Raditz and Journa's massacre, but they had fought them hard enough to destroy their scouters. Planet Lune was so primitive that Raditz and Journa had no way of contacting Frieza, or even Vegeta and Nappa. Lune was not sophisticated enough in technology to have radio or satellite communication systems; most of the inhabitants still had sent messengers from village to village or from land to land to deliver messages.
Neither Raditz nor Journa were highly experienced in technology; Vegeta knew more about technology than the other three pureblooded Saiyans put together, and Vegeta was not with them. They had not heard from Vegeta or Nappa in a month since Vegeta had told them he and Nappa were going to planet Grain to clear it and take Prince Barley as their captive.
"So…no one knows about this money in Frieza's forces, but us…and…well, when's the last time we took a pleasure trip, Journ?"
Journa laughed. "Don't we get pleasure from conquering planets?"
"I mean a real pleasure trip-one that doesn't involve doing Frieza's dirty work!"
"Hmm…you have a valid point, Raditz."
"We've finished clearing our planets early; this one was the last one we had to purge, and it's almost done. So, let's take a vacation."
Journa smiled, as Raditz began to slide his tail down her bare thigh. "Where to, Raditz?" She began to pet his tail. Raditz emitted a loud, throaty purr.
"How about Ritan? Ritan is not far from here. We'd be able to make it there within less than fifteen hours, if we put our pods on hyper-speed."
"How are we going to be able to afford Ritan?" Journa cried. "Ritan is a fancy tropical resort planet that only Frieza, Coola, King Cold, and the Top Elites can afford to have their vacations at!"
"We have more than enough money to spend some time on Ritan. And we don't have to spend it all at once; we'll just do something within a sensible budget range. Don't worry, Journa; let's just relax when we get there and have a good time."
"Okay, Raditz, you've convinced me," Journa sighed happily, as Raditz began to nibble on her neck. She wrapped her muscular arms around him, pressing against him, as much as she could with their armors in their way. "But only, if we spend the money wisely."
"You've got it! Now let's mate for a bit, and then we can finish purging this backwater planet!"
"With pleasure!" Journa agreed, as Raditz began to help her out of her armor. "But I mean wisely, Raditz…"
"Of course, Journ, of course, wisely…"
Fourteen hours later, planet Ritan, at the Luxury Heavens Hotel…
"And welcome to our royalty suite, the finest suite in the finest, grandest hotel on all of Ritan! You and your mate will love it here! The royalty suite has two deluxe bedrooms, a kitchenette, and a bathroom with a huge bathtub and water jets inserted. You have access to your own private swimming pool, reserved exclusively for occupants of this room, along with your own private sauna and exercise room. This suite is on our concierge level, and there are no other rooms on this top floor, guaranteeing you and your lovely woman complete privacy! Now what were the names of you two again?" The hotel manager, a tall alien that resembled a blue praying mantis with red eyes, had promptly shown them up to the nicest suite in the expensive Luxury Heavens Hotel the moment that Raditz had tossed him a bag of fifty coldars and demanded the best room. They were now standing at the golden double doors of the suite.
"Umm…Prince Stripe and Princess Target," Raditz lied easily, as he wrapped his tail around Journa's small waist. There was nothing unusual in that action, except that Raditz's tail had now been dyed a soft, silvery gray and ringed with black stripes.
And so had Journa's. Journa rather liked the new look of her tail.
"Prince Stripe and Princess Target?" the manager exclaimed. "I've heard of you two-you two just got married! You, Prince Stripe, are the crown prince to the throne of planet Lemur! Of course you are! I've never seen you two before, but your father, King Ring, is a good friend of King Cold's! You two are Ringtails from planet Lemur, yes, part of the elite Ringtail Leumurian race. Lemur is a member of the Planet Trade as well as part of the Cold Empire. Well, welcome, welcome, Prince Stripe and lovely Princess Target, and may you both enjoy your stay at the Luxury Heavens Hotel! If you need anything, and I do mean anything, just give us a buzz! Just ask for me, Sutos, and any other of my staff members."
"With pleasure," replied "Prince Target".
Sutos leaned over to whisper into the ear of the false Ringtail prince, "And if you, Prince Target need some…variety in your sex life, I know of this lovely little brothel nearby, and I can arrange to bring you some of their finest girls for your pleasure-ACK! GASP!"
Sutos could not speak, for Journa's newly ringed tail was wrapped around his pencil-thin neck, as she levitated in the air. With a contorted face, she told Sutos icily through clenched teeth, "That service will not be necessary."
Raditz chuckled at Journa's possessiveness of him. "Alright, Journa, I think you made your point! Let the fellow go; we'll need him later."
Journa huffed, "Fine with me," and with a thrust of her powerful tail, she threw Sutos to the ground. Sutos laughed nervously, as he hopped up and scurried away. Raditz then triumphantly opened the shiny gold doors to the luxuriant suite. "Bellhops will be coming with your bags shortly!" he yelled, as he rushed away.
The suite was everything that Sutos had described and more. When they first entered the suite, they came into a huge living room with white leather overstuffed couches and chairs encircling a long, polished oval table made out of reddish wood that was streaked with black stripes from the planet Cara-Camay, a planet famous for its quality woods. The carpet was black and velvety and decorated with huge, pink and white roses. There were several black-and-white marble vases along one cream wall, and on the wall opposite of it was a brass fireplace with fresh, unburned wood below a gray stone mantle.
They strolled under an archway into the larger of two bedrooms, and in this bedroom was a huge king-sized canopy brass bed set up against the back wall. The canopy itself was a filmy, silky sheer fabric that was mint green, and the bedclothes, pillowcases, and shams were of lilac material covered in lace. Numerous pillows in shades of plum, emerald, rose, and sky-blue decorated the head of the bed. Two nightstands made out of "peige", yet another wood from Cara-Camay that was pink with beige stripes.
The carpet in the room was pale pink, and the walls were a soft peach tone. And on the wall opposite of the bed was another brass fireplace. And cater-corner from the brass bed was another peige table, accompanied by a peach velvet loveseat and recliner.
"This sure beats those rooms we have on Frieza's mother ship," Raditz said after a low whistle.
Journa smiled. "Thanks, Raditz, for coming up with this!"
"No problem," Raditz said simply. "After all, we were supposed to spend this money sensibly." He and Journa chuckled. "And nothing's more sensible than a luxury vacation…but there's something missing."
"What's that?" Journa wanted to know.
Raditz grinned, as he crossed his muscled arms. "A couple of luscious, young, buxom humanoid females…perhaps I could summon Sutos to find me some and…OUCH! What was that for?"
Journa emitted a warning growl after drawing her medium fist back from socking Raditz in his beefy arm. Her eyes narrowed, as she glared at him.
"Ow…come on, Journa, I was just kidding!" Raditz protested amiably.
Journa flashed Raditz a Vegeta-like smirk, as she crossed her arms in a fashion similar to her mate's. "Okay, Raditz, you can have your two big-breasted girls…on one condition!"
"What's that?"
"I get to have a couple of young, well-formed humanoid studs come up here and entertain me shortly afterwards."
Raditz abruptly threw Journa over his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed. He then pounced on her, as he wound his tail around her waist. He looked down into her Vegeta-like face with a mock-menacing glare on his handsome features. "I don't think so, Princess."
Journa pulled him down for a kiss and some bites on his chin and shoulders. "Some of you men just get riled up over the silliest things" she laughed.
And twenty minutes later, downstairs in the Luxury Heavens Hotel lobby…
Journa was right about some men getting riled up over silly things, and Frieza just happened to be one of those men. Frieza, in his first of three known forms, was sharply yelling at Sutos, who was cowering against the wall.
"What do you mean that the royalty suite has been taken? Who else other than my father, my brother, and myself can afford the royalty suite?" Frieza had his skinny, ribbed arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.
Sutos stammered, with sweat raining down his insect face, "Why, why Prince Stripe and Princess Target of planet Lemur, of course! The Lemurian royalty are as wealthy as the Cold royalty, Lord Frieza."
Frieza tapped a button several times on his scouter after deciding not to annihilate Sutos and the hotel staff just yet. A few seconds later, he called through his scouter, "Father, are you there?"
King Cold's cultured voice came through his end of the scouter channel, "Yes, son?"
"Father, someone took the royalty suite at your hotel on Ritan!"
"Who, son?"
"A couple of stupid royals named Prince Stripe and Princess Target!"
King Cold did not react as Frieza had expected him to. Instead, King Cold laughed. "Why, I remember Prince Stripe. I attended his and Lady Target's wedding on planet Lemur myself! Why my good friend, King Ring, must have sent those two lovebirds here to my hotel for a honeymoon! Just relax, Frieza, most people only have a honeymoon once! Just take the next best room they have!"
"Father!" Frieza hissed. "Are you telling me that I can't get the best suite at my father's own hotel?"
"Not for right now, you can't, son. King Ring and his people have done much for the Cold Empire, and I don't see any harm in rewarding them by letting the future king of Lemur vacation at my hotel."
"Ohhhhhh!" Frieza roared.
"Calm down, Frieza. Just take another luxury suite at some other hotel."
"All of those are booked!"
"Then you'll have to do with what my hotel has. Goodbye, son, I'd like to talk more, but my dear little Caldair is calling me back into bed. Haha, she just can't keep her hands off of me! Farewell!" And with that, King Cold signed off, presumably to go back to bed with his third and favorite wife, the Cara humanoid woman, Lady Caldair.
Frieza clenched his fists, as the two young women with him trembled in fear. Coola, Frieza's brother had generously given one of the girls, unused from Coola's large harem, to his brother as a birthday gift a month ago. She was a mammalian catlike woman with silver fur and long, black shiny hair framing a kittenish face with emerald eyes; her name was Shay. The second young lady was from the Ginyu Girls, and she was currently Frieza's favorite Ginyu Girl; she was a Gemstarian female with mauve hair and blue eyes named Damask. Shay glared at Frieza and Damask when they weren't looking; Shay had already fallen in love with Frieza, and she wanted him for herself. She did not like that Frieza brought along Damask.
"Fine," Frieza huffed to Sutos. "What's the next best room that you have?"
"It's right this way, sire," Sutos said shakily, as he gestured for Frieza and his two ladies to follow him. Sutos was just thankful at the moment to still be alive.