THREE DIMENSIONS
CHAPTER 7
She struggled fiercely in his grip.
A leg clamped down around hers.
"Give. Up."
Serpia snarled. "Never."
A sudden thought hit him at the familiar snarl.
His grip tightened around her.
"How about we get a look at you assassin?" He sneered.
His words drove her to new heights of desperation. If she was caught, death would follow. And she will NOT die without taking Vegeta and all his Kami-forsaken spawn with him.
But her vehement struggles did nothing against the death-like grip. They only accentuated her curves against himself.
His hand came toward her face to unmask her.
Without warning, she bit him.
Prince Vegeta recoiled, smirking in amusement. "Fiesty. You will not be charged when you are defeated. Only added to our Empire at my father's wishes."
Thinking venom at him, she struggled harder. "Never." She repeated with absolute conviction.
"Ha." He pulled at her from behind.
So unexpected was the move, her black mask lifted straight off her face.
He stared at her in shock.
In that moment of distraction she kicked him, her feet slamming into his head over her shoulder.
For a moment his grip loosened.
And in that moment she escaped.
Prince Vegeta watched out the window as the shadow made quick work of the rooftops. And wondered, why wasn't he going after her?!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"NO! I SWEAR! I DIDN'T!!!" His eyes rimmed white in fear.
Serpia growled, tightening her grip on his neck. His feet dangled a few feet in the air.
Gekin managled a strangled breath. "I swear it!!!"
She shook his violently a disk came tumbling out from his clothes.
Serpia caught it with her free hand. "What's this?"
Panicking, Gekin spluttered. "N-nothing!!!!"
"Is that right?" She snarled and shook him a little more till a disk reader came tumbling out as well.
"Don't look at it! It's dangerous!!! It....!!!" He cried in desperation as she entered the disk into the reader.
"If it's dangerous then why did you read it?" She said smoothly, juggling with the reader in her hand while still retaining her grip on the treacherous alien.
Gekin shook violently. "Please...." He pleaded.
Her eyes narrowed as the contents displayed in holoform.
WANTED
Assassin. Top class.
Issue of 10 million credits for delivery.
Gender & Appearance-unknown
Issue of THE EMPIRE.
Serpia eyes flashed green.
He gasped as her very appearance changed in fury unparalleled. And even worse...at him. He cried out in pain at the pure energy.
"I despise betrayal. And you, you worthless piece of scum, sold me TO THE EMPIRE." She said the latter in utter hatred. "Now, you will pay with your life for this error."
The blue of his skin went white.
"DIE."
A knife sprang into her hand.
The gentle whisper of steel touched his neck. And he knew no more.
She threw the body in the air and slashed. It fell down in pieces.
Serpia stood scowling down at the piece of pulp that was Gekin with luminous aqua-green eyes. Those of a Super Saiya-jin.
With a grunt she dropped out of it, and didn't even bother looking back as she left the confines of the red forest of Vegetasei.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Prince Vegeta scowled menacingly, leaning against the wall of the training chamber. Two of his androids had been killed by that wench. TWO! It wasn't an easy feat considering they couldn't be beaten by even the non-Saiya-jin elites. Even for Saiya-jins they were tough competiton.
That meant she wasn't what she seems.
Mirai Trunks watched his counterpart with a frown from the opposite side of the room.
Trunks stood beside him.
"Wonder what he's thinking?"
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "That'll be like trying to work out father's mind."
Trunks laughed at the prospect. "Makes you wonder how one of us could turn out so bad."
They lapsed into silence, watching Goten serve Bura diligently in amusement.
"Hey, where IS father?"
Trunks shrugged. "Dunno. They disappeared around this morning."
"Should we look for him?"
"It's Vegeta we're talking about."
"Point."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Er....Vegeta...is this...safe?" Goku figeted nervously on the sterile table, strapped down by titanium bars and looking anxiously at the other Saiya-jin.
Vegeta smirked. "Perfectly." He continued to tap on the keyboard.
"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me..."
Suddenly a THING lowered over his head.
"VEGETA!!!!" Goku struggled in panick.
Snorting in disgust, the other Saiya-jin adjust the thousand syring looking instrument over Goku's forehead.
"Shut up baka! Move and this goes in!"
Goku paled. "I HATE NEEDLES!!! PLEASE!!! NO!!!" He continued struggling like a manic.
With a smirk of pure evil on his face, Vegeta pulled it closer. Goku shut up.
Lips shaking, Goku watched it in distrust.
"Kakarotto, how is it, you can DIE and STILL be afraid of a damn MEDICAL EQUIPMENT!?!"
Goku shook his head in horror.
Snorting in disgust he moved away.
"Vegeta.....can I go....." Goku whimpered.
"Oh for the love of....IT'S LASER SURGERY!!!" He boomed.
"But....AH!!!"
Sudden beams from a thousand points centered on the one place on his forehead.
With a scream, he thrashed against the beams and a multitude of painful memories, thoughts and images entered his mind at once, years of knowlegde in micro seconds. Slowly the ripped flesh in his brain healed as the high-point laser seared across his scull, mending with painful slowness, bring back an identity long lost. The person that was Kakarotto.
And abruptantly it stopped.
The Saiya-jin lay gasping for breath, eyes wide as new processes entered his mind.
Dimly he was aware of the bars being undone.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Get up Kakarotto."
Goku? Kakarotto slowly sat up, disoriented.
A voice that he knew entered a fuzzy but suddenly very clear mind.
"Is he going to be okay?" Chichi cried worriedly.
With a grunt, "Unfortunately."
"Vegeta!"
He ignored his screeching mate as always.
Goku? Kakarotto? No, Goku. Son Goku. This did not change who he was. Who he had been for more than 50 years.
"Chichi?"
"Goku-sa! Are you okay?" She said in slow words.
Goku groaned and rubbed his head. "Chichi why are you speaking so slow I'm not stupid..." He stopped and looked up weirdly.
Chichi grinned proudly. "That's right, you're not."
He was struck with a sudden thought. She was beautiful. After all these years...
How could he? How could he have left her? Time and time again, it was always the universe first, or training, another fight...never Chichi. But she always waited.
Through death, Namek, Yardrak, Cell and another death then ten years, TEN years till Buu, only to leave, not thinking once, only KNOWING she would be there even when he had left to train Ubuu, and coming back, coming back as a...child.
He hadn't thought.
She could've left, she should've. But didn't. Never.
"Goku-sa, what's wrong?"
He looked at her forlornly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Chichi..."
Her eyes widened. "What for...?"
Bulma looked at them and quietly gestured for Vegeta to leave. He snorted but followed.
Goku took her hand, and for once meet her eyes knowing what he missed what he couldn't live without. "Chichi...I'm so sorry..."
She looked at him in surprise. "Goku, I can't understand you..."
He realised he was speaking in between Saiya-go and Japanese. Strange.
Hoarsely, he slid off the table. "Chichi, I'm sorry, I am so sorry..."
"Goku-sa..."
"I didn't know....I didn't know...Did you ever..." He swallowed. "Did you ever think to leave me?"
Shock showed on her face. "Goku-sa...I would never..."
He nodded and shook his head. "But I did. Cell...Ubuu..."
Her face softened. "Goku-sa...I didn't care about that..."
But she did. Years of loneliness, her heartbreaking as he left without so much as a goodbye.
Tenderly the Saiya-jin touched her cheek.
Was he crying?
"I'm sorry. Chichi...I'm so sorry."
Looking up in understanding she nodded wetly, tears in her own eyes.
"Chichi you're crying...Is it because of me?"
She nodded wordlessly.
He looked haunted. "I...I will understand if you do decide to leave me..." He whispered in a tone she had never heard. Self-pity.
"Goku no baka." She laughed and kissed him.
In relief he kissed back leaving her almost breathless.
Bulma sniffled. "That's so sweet..."
"Don't expect any of that human emotion crap from me woman. Even with brains he's still an idiot." Vegeta muttered the last to himself in disgust.
Bulma looked him matter of factly. "I KNOW to never expect something so sweet from YOU!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and grunted.
"And it's not like we're married or anything." Bulma muttered.
Her mate's eyes narrowed. "Why do you insist on bring up that stupid human custom every time!?!"
"Because EVERYONE ELSE'S father of their children are married! Do you realise..."
"We are bonded. Isn't enough I'm stuck with YOU for the rest of my life WOMAN!?!"
Bulma opened and closed her mouth. Fom Vegeta that was the deepest thing he has said to her since....well...ever! "Rest of your...life?" She ventured slowly.
He growled. "Don't make me repeat that. It's bad enough to THINK about."
With a shake of his head he started to walk off.
"Wait! Vegeta! What about Goku..."
"Kakarotto just got the Saiya-jin training program. He knows where everything is. You coming or not woman?"
Bulma nodded and grinned to herself. "Hai..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Back in the training chamber...
Pan and Mirai Pan split apart, flipping mid-air.
Pan smirked. "Give up?" She lowered into another fighting stance
Her future self mirrored the move her mother had taught her. "Never."
"Ouji-sama!"
They all stopped and looked at the Messenger looking uncomfortable in the door way.
Prince Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
Shaking, the alien held up a hologram.
In which appeared the image of Overlord Vegeta.
He did not look happy.
"You failed."
Those two words made them all look at the Prince.
"You know what happens." The image smirked. "Code 2471631."
Suddenly, the two androids at his side moved and clasped his arms behind him in an unbreakable grip.
Axia and Blue smiled chillingly.
"Under orders of his supreme Overlord Vegeta, you are under arrest..."
Every one else stared in stunned horror.
His face shielded by his bangs as they pulled him away, Prince Vegeta shook his head.
"Come on." Trunks followed, scowling. Mirai Trunks ran after him.
"What did he mean...he failed?" Pan thought aloud, running after them.
Mirai Pan frowned, "And at what?!"
Goten and Bura caught up.
"What going on?"
The black haired demi Saiya-jin's question was met with shrugs.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Serpia watched the procession from the shadows, a scowl on her face.
What's going on?
The androids threw the Prince to the floor.
Overlord Vegeta smirked, standing above him.
"You failed."
"Yes Oou-sama." The Prince lowered his head.
"You know the price of your actions." He sneered.
He remained silent.
The New Gen skidded to a halt, just in time to hear the last part.
"Do you know the PRICE of your actions Brat!?" King Vegeta demanded.
His voice rang in the utter silence of the room.
Slowly, Prince Vegeta looked up and in him, they saw true hatred on his face.
"I will be punished."
He hates him. He hates this Vegeta!
Both Trunks thought at the same time with wide eyes.
A feeling of unease spread between them.
The Overlord circled his heir slowly, like a looming vulture.
"Report soldier." He demanded menacingly.
Without looking up again, his voice totally emotionless, Prince Vegeta started.
"The assassin got away. I under estimated his strength..."
Why isn't he telling them about me?!
Serpia thought.
Overlord Vegeta looked at his heir in disgust. "You failed to capture one individual far below your rank. Pathectic."
Prince Vegeta looked up. "I have slaughtered billions for you. BILLIONS! Yet you never repay me with anything other than humilation, indifference or hatred!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What was that brat?"
"What is going on here?"
Everyone turned to see Vegeta standing cross armed in the center of the hallway.
The Overlord scowled. "It is not of your concern."
With a snort Vegeta walked forward. "You intend to beat him. Why?"
"He failed in an assignment. You should know better than any other what the price of failure is...after all...you are Vegeta." He said tauntingly.
Jaw hardening, Vegeta looked down at the Prince wordlessly.
The Overlord smirked. "You have no power here. He is mine. You can do with your brats as you wish. As I will do with mine." He looked at the two androids.
"Take him."
Curtly they bowed. "Overlord."
Vegeta only watched scowling menacingly at his double as the Prince was led away, his shoulder length lavender bangs shadowing his face of all emotion.
"Tousan! You can let them do this!" Trunks screamed, brimming with anger.
Vegeta didn't glance at him, only looked at his counterpart chillingly.
In all their life, Trunks, Mirai Trunks and Bura never wanted to be in the recieveing end of that glare. Ever.
But surprisingly it was Bulma that spoke, more like did, something first.
The human female strode up to the Overlord and looked defiantly up into his eyes.
SLAP!
The hall resinded in silence as Bulma lowered her hand. Her eyes never left his.
"He is your son. My son. You better remember that Vegeta."
Swiftly she turned and left.
The New Gen stared after her in shock.
Immediately guards sprang out of nowhere to go after her.
A gesture from the King was all it did to stop them. Vegeta looked amused.
"You keep that wench under control or I will." The Overlord managed through gritted teeth, his eyes murderous.
Vegeta smirked darkly, "If I didn't know any better you have become Frieza Vegeta."
His scowl darkened. "Never mention that name in my presence or you will regret it."
With a snort of disgust Vegeta turned away. "Ha."
With identical frowns of comtempt The New Gen followed.
Scowling, and only one of many shadows on the walls, Serpia left.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MONSTER! HE MIGHT AS WELL SENTENCED HIS SON TO DEATH!!!" Trunks slammed a fist into the wall of the hallway his eyes narrowed in frustration and anger.
Pan watched him silently.
Slowly he calmed down and looked at her. "You haven't said much Pan."
She shrugged. "Not much I can say really. But I do remember they said something about an assassin."
He waited for her to continue but she said nothing. "Well?"
Again shrugging, "Dunno, just seems weird that's all. The Prince is arrested, Serpia-chan has gone missing, actually, so has Dad. Just seems really coincidental."
"What are you trying to say Pan?"
"Dunno. I'm fishing here. And, it just seems that EVERYONE has forgotten the real enemy, the evil dudettes that brought us here."
Trunks smirked. "You're smarter than you look Pan. I noticed that too. It's just we can't DO anything until they show up. I hate waiting." His booted feet shuffled the ground.
"And to top THAT off, I think I'm getting sick." Pan touched her forehead with her palm and sure enough, it was heating up.
Immediately his face changed to one of concern. "Really Pan-chan maybe you should go to the..."
She laughed. "Don't Pan-chan me now Underwear Boy, I'm sick, But not THAT sick. Wanna help me find Dad?"
Trunks smirked. "Sure." A shadow of a frown crossed his face. "But if you do feel...."
With a sigh of disgust she grabbed his hand and teleported out, cutting him off.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A sudden mist swirled in the blackness of space.
"Back already Ama?"
The portal closed soundlessly behind her. Ama smirked, "They prove no challenge without the Saiya-jins. Even that andriod."
Busu lifted an eyebrow thens shook her head. "So that is your plan."
Ama bowed mockingly. "You can take the other."
Eyes narrowing, she shook her head. "That world is too desolate. Not worthy of me." Busu waved a hand in indifference. "Take it if you wish."
"Your loss Busu." And in a wave of her hand the other disappeared into another purple portal.
Busu scowled, looking down at the red planet. "One more night Saiya-jins. Then we will have no mercy on insects like you. Such as Mesuinu ordered." A dark shadow of a smirk drifted through her face.
Not even you Ama dare to disobey them that far to not complete this.
And in the blackness of space a lone female disppeared with a haze of purple mist.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She crawled out of bed.
Sleepless. Again.
"Nearly full moon...one more night." The red ord hung in the air.
But something bothered her.
Why did he cover for me? He could've turned me in...why?
A familiar scowl settled on her face.
Why not find out? Not like you can sleep. And if he's asleep...the better.
Donning what her other selves called pyjamas, she slowly floated into the air.
He's awake. Darn.
She watched the flickering light outside his balcony. Through the window she was outside of, she could see two bodies in wrapped in a lover's embrace. Her other self and her mate.
Frowning in disgust she floated forward into the light.
"Whoever's there, you have ten seconds before you die."
She looked in. The Prince sat on his foot deep carpet, apparently tending his...wounds?
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Feeling...inadequate, but at the same time determined she went closer.
"Six, five, four, three..." He stopped. "You. What do you want?" He hissed harshly.
Serpia's eyes flashed. "I came, to find out why you didn't turn me in."
Dipping a cloth that was red with blood into a nearby basin of water, he scowled. "Leave. You have no right to be here."
"Not until you answer...Prince."
She watched in silence as he laid the cloth over his raw back.
He was beaten...because of me.
"You were beaten." She said aloud.
He grunted. "That is none of your business wench. Leave. You have no right to enter my quarters. Most die. Feel lucky you aren't. Yet."
"You have no rights over me."
Instantly he was infront of her. "You are in my room, my wing, my palace, and most of all, MY planet. I hold all rights over you. My word is law." He glared down at her.
"GET. OUT."
Defiantely she held her ground, her own eyes reflecting the intensity in his.
For long moments, the silence held.
With a disgusted sigh he looked away, sitting down again, cross legged.
"Fine. Stay. I really don't care. Don't touch anything." He laid the cloth with difficulty over his back.
She scowled but moved no closer. "Why didn't you turn me in?" She asked again.
Prince Vegeta snorted. "Why do you want to know?" Slowly he wrapped bandages around his waist.
"You don't look like the compassionate kind." Came the instant sarcastic retort.
"You don't look like the best assassin my father was after, what's your point wench?"
Watching him struggle, she growled, and surprisingly, as much to herself and the Prince, she took the bandages.
"You didn't turn me in. It is suspicious. Especially from the bloodline you're with." Tensely she wrapped it around his waist and upwards from behind.
He watched her over his shoulder. "My father did you good huh?"
Maliciously she pulled harder than necessary. He didn't react, only smirked.
"You can't hurt me."
"We'll see about that Prince.Your family will die. Preferably at my hands."
"Ha."
"You deserve to be beaten..."
His face contorted into a scowl.
Uncareing she continued, "If you knew the consequences why would you hide my identity?"
He grabbed her hands away from himself. "This is nothing compared to betrayal. You forget. Now, your life is mine."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You know it is true. How does it feel wench?"
Roughly she shook out of his grip. "I owe you nothing."
He looked at her smugly.
"Nothing. Not to you, not anybo...!" Her words were cut off as he crushed her lips to his. Her eyes widened in shock though her body wouldn't, or couldn't push away.
Is he...kissing me!?
To her horror, she was enjoying this. This...this THING from her worst enemy!
Prince Vegeta smirked against her lips, his hands digging into her hair, the other supporting her waist.
A pressure on her head belied the fact she was being pushed against the wall, her senses over ridden...
Was that her who just moaned?
His tongue ravaged her mouth, softening in extreme slowness as her traitorous body responded eagerly.
"You will dream of me...As I will dream of you...we Saiya-jins are guided by the moon." The huskiness of his voice rang into her ear, sending a shiver through her body.
Harshly, she pushed him away in self disgust. Her breath coming in short gasps.
"Get away from me." Her eyes darkened in anger as she slowly backed away.
Prince Vegeta smirked, crossing his arms, and shrugged. "The night is young."
She growled and got the hell away from that room.
The Prince watched her leave in amusement before revertebrating his eyes to the entrancing source of power that was Vegetasei's moon. For a moment, a flash of red crossed his eyes as his tail unwrapped from around his waist to dangle to the floor.
"One more night."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Trunks are you okay? They didn't hurt you too bad did they? Trunks? Trunks? HAVE SOME RESPECT AND LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!!!"
Prince Vegeta spun. "WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE WOMAN! I'M NOT ONE OF THOSE CHIKYUU-SEI WORSHIPING IDIOTS THAT YOU CALL SONS!!!"
Bulma fumed. "You WILL listen. Now, tell me. WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?"
The Prince threw up his hands with a growl of annoyance. "It's none of your business woman! You are NOT my mother, never will be, and you are very ANNOYING!"
Somewhere behind them, Bura and Goten sniggered.
Vegeta was smirking in amusement. This was just like a sparring match between him and the woman. And for a fact, this brat will lose, just like he did. Not that he would admit it.
Meanwhile, why the fuck were they standing in the middle of the hallway for?!
Ah yes, waiting for Kakarotto and his harpy wife.
To the side, stuck in a permanent shade of red were Kakarotto's grandbrat and his own. They were spread apart like magnets, not looking at each other.
No doubt because of last night events. As all Saiya-jins know, the three nights of the full moon on Vegetasei cause distinct reactions in its populace. Mainly classified into three.
Mating.
Fighting.
Or both.
Kakarotto's 1st brat was noticably going along with the fighting part. Not good for his brat but the way the demi-Saiya-jin was looking at them.
"Morning guys! What's going on?"
All heads turned to the reformed Saiya-jin.
Goku, with Chichi clinging happily to his arm raised an eyebrow. "Problemo?"
"Tousan?" Gohan asked. He could feel a change in his father. Something, VERY different.
Everyone else was thinking the same thing.
For one thing, Goku had NEVER made a public show of his love for his wife to near unexistence...and two, there was something........
Serpia walked forward, eyes shining. As much as a shock to everyone, she hugged him! "Kakarotto." was all that escaped her lips.
Goku grinned, looking down at the girl. "Not quite. But I am smarter."
Hastily Serpia stood back. "But you are. You are the old Kakarotto. The Legendary."
Goku scratched his head. "Legendary? Now that you mention it, I guess I am."
Everyone else, who had No idea what was going on burst all at once into questions.
"Ojiisan!?!?!? Grandpa!?!?"
"Legendary?!?!"
"SMARTER!?!"
Putting his hands up in mock defense, Goku grinned. "How about we discuss this over breakfast?"
"But Mirai Trunks and Pan aren't here yet." Goten pointed out.
They all looked at the closed door which suddenly flew open. The couple emerging flushing .
"There. All your pathectic Z-gumi are here, let's go. I have work to do." Prince Vegeta walked ahead, with Bulma following him closely, watching for any signs of pain in his face...or back.
"So...just what were you two doing in there?" Bura asked slying.
The couple's cheeks deepened in colour. "N-nothing." Mirai Pan snapped at her new nosy friend.
"A...ha."
Near the back, Trunks and Pan went redder and slid just a little more away from each other.
Serpia noticed this.
Did they have the dreams too?
Vividly she could remember.........sex. Hot and yearning, bodies slick with sweat, grinding against each other...
She shook her head of THOSE thoughts. That path lay destruction.
Damn him. He was right.
"So Gohan...where have you been these last days?" Goku's voice rang with cheeriness.
"Well..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Overlord." Prince Vegeta kneeled in front of the throne.
King Vegeta smirked at the others behind his heir. "Taking your punishment well I see, brat."
The Prince didn't look up, pushing at the mind control that probed him. And his still painful injuries. "Yes Oou-sama."
Goku frowned. "What injuries?"
The Overlord studied him with narrowed eyes, sensing the change in the other man. A slow, menacing scowl settled on his face. "One thousand lashes with a slave collar. You have a problem with that Kakarotto?"
Beside the dalis, Radditz, Nappa and Turles smirked.
Vegeta shot them a penetrating look. They shrunk.
The two other Trunks scowled.
"What's a slave collar?"
King Vegeta looked at his supposed daughter. "You will see soon enough. In fact, this has something to do with the reason you low class bakas are in my presence."
More smirks from the elites behind him.
Mirai Pan and Pan glowered. Chichi and Bulma fumed...but said nothing.
The Overlord grunted. "Bring out the seer!"
At those words, Serpia's eyes widened. Even more so as a ragged man was thrown out from a hallway by palace guards.
He was only wearing rags, as well as a thin band of silver around his throat. His ki very, very low for the obvious fact he was Saiya-jin.
Guards hauled him up and dropped him unceremoniously at The Overlord's feet.
The Z-gumi gasped as the man looked up. A face identical to Goku's with the exception of of a jagged scar along his left cheek.
Bleak, black eyes looked straight among them. On one person.
"Bardock!!!" Serpia ran forward and clamped onto the man.
Breifly his eyes lifted. "S-Serpia?" The hoarseness of his voice was only the barest of a whisper.
"I thought...I thought you were dead..." The girl, for suddenly she seemed VERY young looked directly at the man.
He stiffened. "I was. I was." At this he looked at Vegeta. And stood.
"Vegeta." His voice held the strength it once held as well as hatred. Pure, ugly hatred.
The Overlord smashed his knee into the Saiya-jin's stomach cruelly, sending him to the floor.
The Z-gumi looked in horror as Bardock started to cough blood.
The King started to laugh.
Serpia growled. "Ojiisan you okay?"
"No. Nothing is okay. Nothing." His voice was distant, strange.
Goku stared. This was his father. His father. The man that had given birth to him. Wait, Saiya-jin babies weren't born were they? Only bred in a lab. He was the last. Well, that had survived. Or so this new information in his head told him.
"You...you are my father."
Bardock looked at him. "Kakarotto. No, not Kakarotto. You are the other. The one that could've been had I failed to warn the others of Frieza. The Earthling. You are the Legendary. Tell me son, do you know of THEM?"
Confused, Goku shook his head. "Them...?"
His mood suddenly changing to one of softness Bardock looked at Serpia.
"Brat, you have forgotten. Forgotten your duty. My time is short." His voice took on a lethal edge. "Kill him. Kill them all."
Her eyes in shock, Serpia could only nod.
"NO! YOU MUST KILL THEM!"
King Vegeta smirked.
"He's...he's..." Trunks started.
"Insane. Oh yes. Overlord had driven him insane a few years ago. If let out of that slave collar he would be a menace to our Empire." The Prince answered coldly.
"But he's..."
"Kill for me Serpia...kill for them..." Bardock's face contorted into rage.
Confused Serpia backed away.
Suddenly he pulled her to him a hand covering her head briefly.
At once, a piercing scream filled the air, soon joined by two others. All crying out in incredible, heart-wrenching pain.
With a softening look, Bardock took his hand away.
Serpia grabbed her head, fingers digging painfully into her skull. It was nothing compared to the pain she could feel. Taste. See. Again.
"NO! NO!! GET OUT OF MY MIND!!! I DON'T WANT TO...!!!!!" The hells of her palms digging into her eyes to stop the images. Stop them!
Pan and Mirai Pan dropped, convulsing in shrieks. Trunks and Mirai Trunks rushed to their sides, uncertain and horrified.
"What did you do to them!?" Gohan screamed.
Bardock looked at him with hollow eyes. "She will remember. All of it. Every kami forsaken part. Like..." His eyes dilated in his insanity. "Like she did when they died."
Gohan looked at him in horror.
"NO! STOP IT!!! GET AWAY FROM THEM!!! NO!!! OJJJJJIIIISAN!!! I DON"T WANT TO REMEMBER THIS!!! NO!!! NO!!! Not Again!!!" She digged into her eyes as if to gouge them out. Any way to get rid of them...
"STOP IT!!!" Goku howled.
Something that took all of the Z-gumi by surprise at the pure ferocity in his voice.
King Vegeta started to laugh.
"The night is young Kakarotto. Eternal night for three days. Vegetasei will run red with blood. They will attack tonight." The seer murmured distantly.
"Who will?" Prince Vegeta cut in.
"Them. Just THEM. They will come. It is unclear. Future is always moving. Cannot see this outcome. Like...like before..."
Goku scowled, glancing at his screaming grandaughters. "Stop it father. Whatever you have done to them." A small part of his mind registered the fact he had called him 'father'.
"Can't. Won't. They are coming. The time is at hand. Blood. When blood will fall." The seer carried on dreamily in a crazy chant containing almost random sayings.
Vegeta grabbed his other self. "What is the meaning of this."
"You dare touch me?" King Vegeta snarled back.
"This is pointless and dangerous. If Kakarotto's grandbrat dies you will go with them."
The Overlord laughed. "You can't hurt me."
Vegeta smirked and let him go. "Tell me. What is the highest level of Super Saiya-jin?"
He growled. "Three."
"Correct." Utter conviction.
Goku looked at Vegeta. Usually he would have pointed out the obvious that there was a level after three...but somehow, that didn't seem smart.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Serpia screamed and edged away from some invisible attacker. "NO!!! MOTHER!!! I....!!!"
She went silent. But now, her whole body shook. Convulsed in obvious disgust and hatred.
The same thing started happening to the other two Pans.
"Pan-chan, snap out of it!!!" Gohan watched helplessly as his daughter, cradled in Trunk's arms shook, blindly trying to push both of them away, shrieked in horror.
Chichi and Bulma both levelled their famous wilt-grass-and-husbands death glare at the King.
"Let them go nooow."
The elite behind The King sneered.
Goten and Bura snarled, worried for their best friend/niece.
The Overlord snapped his fingers. "Guards."
Bardock howled, gripping his neck as veins appeared on his forehead, enhancing the pain he was in.
Prince Vegeta looked away, murmuring softly. "That's what slave collars are for."
Bardock fell to his knees, gasping as it stopped.
With startled gasps, Pan and Mirai Pan woke up, only to break down into earth-craking sobs.
Serpia, however, only got up, her eyes shadowed by her bangs.
"Nothing is right." Out of nowhere, two daggers slipped expertly into her hands.
Goku grabbed her. "Serpia. Are you okay?!"
She went limply with his hands. "Alone. Always alone."
"Snap out of it!" Goku screamed, sensing danger.
"Let me." Bardock stepped toward them.
"You have done enough!"
The older Saiya-jin sighed. "I don't know what I did Kakarotto. It ain't easy remembering anymore. But I know she needs help."
Goku looked at him in distrust. This Bardock seemed different. At least sane.
Without waiting for an answer, Bardock rested his palm on the girl's head.
Instantly he withdrew as if on fire.
"What is it?!"
"She...she..." The older Saiya-jin looked at the smaller man on the throne.
"VEGETA! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU HAVE FORSAKEN MY FAMILY FOR THE LAST TIME!!!" His voice grinded out the words in Saiya-go.
Radditz stepped forward. "Shut up old man."
"You. Brat, you are a mistake. The worst I've had. Pathectic. A failure from the start. You will die for your betrayal."
A look of rage crossed Radditz's face.
The seer's eyes dilated suddenly. King Vegeta leaned forward.
"Tell me third-class what is to come."
Bardock eyes looked into oblivion. "Full moon. Females. Death. War. The gods are angry. We will be punished. Too many, too many. Worlds wiped out. Three. Only three. Fight for death." He collapsed.
Overlord Vegeta snorted in disgust. "Get this pile of rags out of here."
"Yes Overlord." The guards picked the Saiya-jin up and left.
"Serpia!" Goku shook the girl forceably.
"Get away from me!"
Mirai Trunks looked shaken as he mate pushed him away in obvious disgust.
Mirai Pan looked sick. Her eyes dilated in fear. "Don't...don't touch me!"
His eyes widened in shock as she shrunk away from him. Somewhere his heart tore.
"I don't...I don't ever want to be touch again..." Her eyes were...wrong.
"Pan-chan.."
Beside them, Trunks and Gohan desperately tried to calm the struggling Pan.
"No!!! Get away from me!!! Get away...!"
She kicked both of them in the face without warning and fearfully crawled away on her back as far as possible before curling to a foetal position.
"Don't touch me. I can't...I hate...I hate...everything. Stay away."
"Pan what's wrong..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
Trunks withdrew as if stunned.
"Papa, what's happened to them?" Bura looked up at her father worriedly.
Vegeta glared at his counterpart. "Explain." His voice spoke gruffly in the language of the Saiya-jins.
King Vegeta smirked menacingly. "Take them back to your rooms. I don't want them in my presence."
Prince Vegeta bowed stiffly. "Yes Oou-sama."
He looked at the Z-gumi. "Come."
"No. Not till HE tells us what has happened." Mirai Trunks said in an almost hiss.
"Come."
The Prince's eyes, eerily clotted red. Jaws dropped.
"I think he's right. Grab hold of me. I'll get them there faster." Goku frowned at the non-responsive Serpia.
With a little trouble they got all the Pans and teleported out. All except Vegeta.
"What do you want?" Overlord Vegeta growled.
"If he's a seer then what were you trying to find out?" Vegeta looked down at the water slowly moving behind the glass in distaste.
"Ha! So you are not as idiotic as the rest of those weaklings."
Vegeta smirked, a mirror image of the one on his double's face.
"You forget I AM you."
The Overlord's smirk faded into a scowl. "In a thousand years would you EVER compare to ME. You are all but an...Earthling."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "What were you hoping Kakarotto's father would tell you?"
Straight back to the point. King Vegeta sat back.
"Those females that brought you to my universe may prove to be a problem. It wouldn't be wise not to make precautions. Especially on this night."
"The full moon."
The Overlord's eyes glinted dangerously. "Yes."
"According to the seer they will attack tonight. Oh, and Vegeta. Your brat will mate tonight. " With that Vegeta turned and left.
"Overlord why tell him..."
Turles was cut off with a wave from Vegeta's hand.
The Saiya-jin, knowing his King knew what he was doing, as always, fell silent.
King Vegeta smirked. "Fools."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Below, silent guards led the single male to the heavy wear prison.
Bardock followed. "Do you guys talk at all?"
"Not to a slave."
The ragged Saiya-jin smirked eerily. "So I'm a slave."
Silence.
The small group walked past the first gate.
Without warning, their prisoner crumbled as dead weight to the hard floor. Gasping, the guards backed away. Coming out of Bardock's chest stood a female.
"DIE." Her voice...her voice sang with the screams of a thousand deaths, deafening...unbearable...killing. The guards grabbed their heads as vessel after vessel exploded in their skull from that one word. Their blood pooled into the ground long before lifeless bodies crumbled to join it.
The female smiled and sank back into Bardock.
In the darkness, three bodies lay. Two dead. One nearly there. But this one...was still useful.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Please, Pan-chan..."
Mirai Pan shrunk away, still shaking. "Please don't touch me. I don't want to..."
Against all better judgement, he pulled her into his arms.
"Pan! It's me! Trunks! We've gone through too much for you to give up like this!"
She struggled harshly against his grip.
"Pan!" Desperately he captured her chin, forcing her to look at him. "It's me. Trunks. Try to remember." Her eyes only held...fear. Fighting panic, he tried again.
"Pan please, remember. It's Trunks. Pan...I...I...I love you."
The cloudiness of her eyes lifted a little.
"Trunks?"
"Yes...Please, try to remember."
Mirai Pan looked away. "So dark...so cold..."
"Pan! C'mon babe, snap out of it!" He bit his lip.
On the other side of the room, Trunks and Gohan desperately tried to do the same to Pan. Goku and Chichi were determined to get Serpia out of the shell shocked state she was in.
Goten and Bura were berating the Prince.
Mirai Trunks looked back on his Pan. "Pan-chan..."
She started shaking again. Not a good sign.
"SHUT UP!!! I DON'T KNOW AND I REALLY DON'T CARE!!!" howled the Prince on the other side of the room.
Bura's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me what to do?"
"YES!! GO AWAY YOU BAKA WOMAN!!!"
Goten wisely slid away.
Slap...!!!!!
The Prince smirked, gripping her hand. "I know you've had no training woman. Don't even joke."
Bura fumed.
"Any luck?" Goten looked at Mirai Pan in worry.
He shook his head. "I can't get a reaction from her."
Goten nodded in understanding. Suddenly he looked up, as if hit by a bright idea.
"Yo Mirai, why don't you just kiss her? That seemed pretty effective last time."
"..." Pink tinged his cheeks.
"What? It's worth a try." The demi Saiya-jin added to this with a shrug.
Mirai Trunks looked at his mate. "Pan-chan?"
No response. Goten urged him on. Kami this is embarrasing.
Slowly, he brought her closer, tilting her chin. Goten at least looked away as he brushed lips with her.
Immediately she tried to push him away in fear.
He only pushed harder.
Slowly she relented. Eventually he pulled away with soft, comforting kisses.
And to his relief, she was looking at him. HIM. And broke into tears.
"Get away from me." Serpia rasped. "Leave me alone...I...I want to die."
Goku's face hardened. "No."
Chichi was suddenly pushed back harshly. Only Goku was strong enough to stand.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" The girl screamed and broke free of his grip. She walked away from him, staggering, fighting the urge to dig her hands in her skull and rip out the images. Slowly, she made her way over to a small counter of exotic looking bottles.
Prince Vegeta watched as she popped the corks and drank the whole bottom of what he knew to be one of the most powerful alcohols in the universe.
She groped to place the bottle back and slid down against the wall, smiling sickly.
"Serpia-chan..." Bura left the Prince to kneel beside her friend.
"Leave me alone wench. I don't want your damn pity or what you call friendship."
Bura stepped back in shock. She sounded like...well, like the Prince.
Prince Vegeta sneered, standing over her. "Get up."
Serpia suddered. "If you value your petty existence you would leave me alone."
He growled. "Get up, or I'll make you get up."
She slammed her feet into his shins and bowled him over, a knife at his throat quickly after. "Just try it." When he looked into her eyes, it was almost as if looking inside his own. The same soulessness.
"Go ahead. Make my day." He taunted, eyes an angry red.
She pushed the blade so a thin trickle of blood slid down his neck. "You will die. And before you do, you and your family will suffer as I have suffered. I will not rest until that happens..." She dropped suddenly into total unconciousness on his shoulder.
The Prince flicked the knife away and pushed her off him.
"What happened to her?!"
He growled at the annoying blue haired girl. "She drank Corsian wine. That's enough to put legions out in seconds. Or, a very good drink for a Saiya-jin."
Bura picked Serpia up with help from Goten and laid her carefully on the bed.
A boom shuddered in the air. Sirens followed.
A low growl escaped his lips. Prince Vegeta started walked out.
"What happened?" Vegeta growled.
"The dimension web has been broken. Those bitches that are playing with us are back."
"I'm coming." Gohan said quietly.
The Prince snarled. "DO AS YOU WISH!!" He ran out.
"We'll be alright here." Trunks assured him.
Gohan nodded, though hating to leave his daughter, there was something wrong in the air.
"Come on boy. Kakarotto, are you coming!?"
Goku looked at his mate.
"I'm coming." Chichi said with utter conviction.
Bulma nodded. "Me too. You'll need me."
"Woman you stay out of this!"
She set her jaw. "Those dimension gates are MY design! I'm COMING!" The blue-haired genius nodded at Chichi. "Goku-sa."
"Hai." In a second they were gone.
Mirai Trunks looked at his counter part. "She'll be okay."
Trunks smiled weakly and lifted Pan in his arms, putting her down beside Serpia.
"Come on Pan..."
His counterpart did the same.
"Nii-chan, what do you think happened?" Bura shook her head in worry.
Trunks looked at her sadly, his mouth dry. Pan's words screaming through his mind. Mirai Trunks looked to be thinking the same thing.
"I think...I think she was raped."
CHAPTER 7
She struggled fiercely in his grip.
A leg clamped down around hers.
"Give. Up."
Serpia snarled. "Never."
A sudden thought hit him at the familiar snarl.
His grip tightened around her.
"How about we get a look at you assassin?" He sneered.
His words drove her to new heights of desperation. If she was caught, death would follow. And she will NOT die without taking Vegeta and all his Kami-forsaken spawn with him.
But her vehement struggles did nothing against the death-like grip. They only accentuated her curves against himself.
His hand came toward her face to unmask her.
Without warning, she bit him.
Prince Vegeta recoiled, smirking in amusement. "Fiesty. You will not be charged when you are defeated. Only added to our Empire at my father's wishes."
Thinking venom at him, she struggled harder. "Never." She repeated with absolute conviction.
"Ha." He pulled at her from behind.
So unexpected was the move, her black mask lifted straight off her face.
He stared at her in shock.
In that moment of distraction she kicked him, her feet slamming into his head over her shoulder.
For a moment his grip loosened.
And in that moment she escaped.
Prince Vegeta watched out the window as the shadow made quick work of the rooftops. And wondered, why wasn't he going after her?!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"NO! I SWEAR! I DIDN'T!!!" His eyes rimmed white in fear.
Serpia growled, tightening her grip on his neck. His feet dangled a few feet in the air.
Gekin managled a strangled breath. "I swear it!!!"
She shook his violently a disk came tumbling out from his clothes.
Serpia caught it with her free hand. "What's this?"
Panicking, Gekin spluttered. "N-nothing!!!!"
"Is that right?" She snarled and shook him a little more till a disk reader came tumbling out as well.
"Don't look at it! It's dangerous!!! It....!!!" He cried in desperation as she entered the disk into the reader.
"If it's dangerous then why did you read it?" She said smoothly, juggling with the reader in her hand while still retaining her grip on the treacherous alien.
Gekin shook violently. "Please...." He pleaded.
Her eyes narrowed as the contents displayed in holoform.
WANTED
Assassin. Top class.
Issue of 10 million credits for delivery.
Gender & Appearance-unknown
Issue of THE EMPIRE.
Serpia eyes flashed green.
He gasped as her very appearance changed in fury unparalleled. And even worse...at him. He cried out in pain at the pure energy.
"I despise betrayal. And you, you worthless piece of scum, sold me TO THE EMPIRE." She said the latter in utter hatred. "Now, you will pay with your life for this error."
The blue of his skin went white.
"DIE."
A knife sprang into her hand.
The gentle whisper of steel touched his neck. And he knew no more.
She threw the body in the air and slashed. It fell down in pieces.
Serpia stood scowling down at the piece of pulp that was Gekin with luminous aqua-green eyes. Those of a Super Saiya-jin.
With a grunt she dropped out of it, and didn't even bother looking back as she left the confines of the red forest of Vegetasei.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Prince Vegeta scowled menacingly, leaning against the wall of the training chamber. Two of his androids had been killed by that wench. TWO! It wasn't an easy feat considering they couldn't be beaten by even the non-Saiya-jin elites. Even for Saiya-jins they were tough competiton.
That meant she wasn't what she seems.
Mirai Trunks watched his counterpart with a frown from the opposite side of the room.
Trunks stood beside him.
"Wonder what he's thinking?"
Mirai Trunks shook his head. "That'll be like trying to work out father's mind."
Trunks laughed at the prospect. "Makes you wonder how one of us could turn out so bad."
They lapsed into silence, watching Goten serve Bura diligently in amusement.
"Hey, where IS father?"
Trunks shrugged. "Dunno. They disappeared around this morning."
"Should we look for him?"
"It's Vegeta we're talking about."
"Point."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Er....Vegeta...is this...safe?" Goku figeted nervously on the sterile table, strapped down by titanium bars and looking anxiously at the other Saiya-jin.
Vegeta smirked. "Perfectly." He continued to tap on the keyboard.
"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me..."
Suddenly a THING lowered over his head.
"VEGETA!!!!" Goku struggled in panick.
Snorting in disgust, the other Saiya-jin adjust the thousand syring looking instrument over Goku's forehead.
"Shut up baka! Move and this goes in!"
Goku paled. "I HATE NEEDLES!!! PLEASE!!! NO!!!" He continued struggling like a manic.
With a smirk of pure evil on his face, Vegeta pulled it closer. Goku shut up.
Lips shaking, Goku watched it in distrust.
"Kakarotto, how is it, you can DIE and STILL be afraid of a damn MEDICAL EQUIPMENT!?!"
Goku shook his head in horror.
Snorting in disgust he moved away.
"Vegeta.....can I go....." Goku whimpered.
"Oh for the love of....IT'S LASER SURGERY!!!" He boomed.
"But....AH!!!"
Sudden beams from a thousand points centered on the one place on his forehead.
With a scream, he thrashed against the beams and a multitude of painful memories, thoughts and images entered his mind at once, years of knowlegde in micro seconds. Slowly the ripped flesh in his brain healed as the high-point laser seared across his scull, mending with painful slowness, bring back an identity long lost. The person that was Kakarotto.
And abruptantly it stopped.
The Saiya-jin lay gasping for breath, eyes wide as new processes entered his mind.
Dimly he was aware of the bars being undone.
Vegeta crossed his arms. "Get up Kakarotto."
Goku? Kakarotto slowly sat up, disoriented.
A voice that he knew entered a fuzzy but suddenly very clear mind.
"Is he going to be okay?" Chichi cried worriedly.
With a grunt, "Unfortunately."
"Vegeta!"
He ignored his screeching mate as always.
Goku? Kakarotto? No, Goku. Son Goku. This did not change who he was. Who he had been for more than 50 years.
"Chichi?"
"Goku-sa! Are you okay?" She said in slow words.
Goku groaned and rubbed his head. "Chichi why are you speaking so slow I'm not stupid..." He stopped and looked up weirdly.
Chichi grinned proudly. "That's right, you're not."
He was struck with a sudden thought. She was beautiful. After all these years...
How could he? How could he have left her? Time and time again, it was always the universe first, or training, another fight...never Chichi. But she always waited.
Through death, Namek, Yardrak, Cell and another death then ten years, TEN years till Buu, only to leave, not thinking once, only KNOWING she would be there even when he had left to train Ubuu, and coming back, coming back as a...child.
He hadn't thought.
She could've left, she should've. But didn't. Never.
"Goku-sa, what's wrong?"
He looked at her forlornly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Chichi..."
Her eyes widened. "What for...?"
Bulma looked at them and quietly gestured for Vegeta to leave. He snorted but followed.
Goku took her hand, and for once meet her eyes knowing what he missed what he couldn't live without. "Chichi...I'm so sorry..."
She looked at him in surprise. "Goku, I can't understand you..."
He realised he was speaking in between Saiya-go and Japanese. Strange.
Hoarsely, he slid off the table. "Chichi, I'm sorry, I am so sorry..."
"Goku-sa..."
"I didn't know....I didn't know...Did you ever..." He swallowed. "Did you ever think to leave me?"
Shock showed on her face. "Goku-sa...I would never..."
He nodded and shook his head. "But I did. Cell...Ubuu..."
Her face softened. "Goku-sa...I didn't care about that..."
But she did. Years of loneliness, her heartbreaking as he left without so much as a goodbye.
Tenderly the Saiya-jin touched her cheek.
Was he crying?
"I'm sorry. Chichi...I'm so sorry."
Looking up in understanding she nodded wetly, tears in her own eyes.
"Chichi you're crying...Is it because of me?"
She nodded wordlessly.
He looked haunted. "I...I will understand if you do decide to leave me..." He whispered in a tone she had never heard. Self-pity.
"Goku no baka." She laughed and kissed him.
In relief he kissed back leaving her almost breathless.
Bulma sniffled. "That's so sweet..."
"Don't expect any of that human emotion crap from me woman. Even with brains he's still an idiot." Vegeta muttered the last to himself in disgust.
Bulma looked him matter of factly. "I KNOW to never expect something so sweet from YOU!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and grunted.
"And it's not like we're married or anything." Bulma muttered.
Her mate's eyes narrowed. "Why do you insist on bring up that stupid human custom every time!?!"
"Because EVERYONE ELSE'S father of their children are married! Do you realise..."
"We are bonded. Isn't enough I'm stuck with YOU for the rest of my life WOMAN!?!"
Bulma opened and closed her mouth. Fom Vegeta that was the deepest thing he has said to her since....well...ever! "Rest of your...life?" She ventured slowly.
He growled. "Don't make me repeat that. It's bad enough to THINK about."
With a shake of his head he started to walk off.
"Wait! Vegeta! What about Goku..."
"Kakarotto just got the Saiya-jin training program. He knows where everything is. You coming or not woman?"
Bulma nodded and grinned to herself. "Hai..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Back in the training chamber...
Pan and Mirai Pan split apart, flipping mid-air.
Pan smirked. "Give up?" She lowered into another fighting stance
Her future self mirrored the move her mother had taught her. "Never."
"Ouji-sama!"
They all stopped and looked at the Messenger looking uncomfortable in the door way.
Prince Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
Shaking, the alien held up a hologram.
In which appeared the image of Overlord Vegeta.
He did not look happy.
"You failed."
Those two words made them all look at the Prince.
"You know what happens." The image smirked. "Code 2471631."
Suddenly, the two androids at his side moved and clasped his arms behind him in an unbreakable grip.
Axia and Blue smiled chillingly.
"Under orders of his supreme Overlord Vegeta, you are under arrest..."
Every one else stared in stunned horror.
His face shielded by his bangs as they pulled him away, Prince Vegeta shook his head.
"Come on." Trunks followed, scowling. Mirai Trunks ran after him.
"What did he mean...he failed?" Pan thought aloud, running after them.
Mirai Pan frowned, "And at what?!"
Goten and Bura caught up.
"What going on?"
The black haired demi Saiya-jin's question was met with shrugs.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Serpia watched the procession from the shadows, a scowl on her face.
What's going on?
The androids threw the Prince to the floor.
Overlord Vegeta smirked, standing above him.
"You failed."
"Yes Oou-sama." The Prince lowered his head.
"You know the price of your actions." He sneered.
He remained silent.
The New Gen skidded to a halt, just in time to hear the last part.
"Do you know the PRICE of your actions Brat!?" King Vegeta demanded.
His voice rang in the utter silence of the room.
Slowly, Prince Vegeta looked up and in him, they saw true hatred on his face.
"I will be punished."
He hates him. He hates this Vegeta!
Both Trunks thought at the same time with wide eyes.
A feeling of unease spread between them.
The Overlord circled his heir slowly, like a looming vulture.
"Report soldier." He demanded menacingly.
Without looking up again, his voice totally emotionless, Prince Vegeta started.
"The assassin got away. I under estimated his strength..."
Why isn't he telling them about me?!
Serpia thought.
Overlord Vegeta looked at his heir in disgust. "You failed to capture one individual far below your rank. Pathectic."
Prince Vegeta looked up. "I have slaughtered billions for you. BILLIONS! Yet you never repay me with anything other than humilation, indifference or hatred!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What was that brat?"
"What is going on here?"
Everyone turned to see Vegeta standing cross armed in the center of the hallway.
The Overlord scowled. "It is not of your concern."
With a snort Vegeta walked forward. "You intend to beat him. Why?"
"He failed in an assignment. You should know better than any other what the price of failure is...after all...you are Vegeta." He said tauntingly.
Jaw hardening, Vegeta looked down at the Prince wordlessly.
The Overlord smirked. "You have no power here. He is mine. You can do with your brats as you wish. As I will do with mine." He looked at the two androids.
"Take him."
Curtly they bowed. "Overlord."
Vegeta only watched scowling menacingly at his double as the Prince was led away, his shoulder length lavender bangs shadowing his face of all emotion.
"Tousan! You can let them do this!" Trunks screamed, brimming with anger.
Vegeta didn't glance at him, only looked at his counterpart chillingly.
In all their life, Trunks, Mirai Trunks and Bura never wanted to be in the recieveing end of that glare. Ever.
But surprisingly it was Bulma that spoke, more like did, something first.
The human female strode up to the Overlord and looked defiantly up into his eyes.
SLAP!
The hall resinded in silence as Bulma lowered her hand. Her eyes never left his.
"He is your son. My son. You better remember that Vegeta."
Swiftly she turned and left.
The New Gen stared after her in shock.
Immediately guards sprang out of nowhere to go after her.
A gesture from the King was all it did to stop them. Vegeta looked amused.
"You keep that wench under control or I will." The Overlord managed through gritted teeth, his eyes murderous.
Vegeta smirked darkly, "If I didn't know any better you have become Frieza Vegeta."
His scowl darkened. "Never mention that name in my presence or you will regret it."
With a snort of disgust Vegeta turned away. "Ha."
With identical frowns of comtempt The New Gen followed.
Scowling, and only one of many shadows on the walls, Serpia left.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MONSTER! HE MIGHT AS WELL SENTENCED HIS SON TO DEATH!!!" Trunks slammed a fist into the wall of the hallway his eyes narrowed in frustration and anger.
Pan watched him silently.
Slowly he calmed down and looked at her. "You haven't said much Pan."
She shrugged. "Not much I can say really. But I do remember they said something about an assassin."
He waited for her to continue but she said nothing. "Well?"
Again shrugging, "Dunno, just seems weird that's all. The Prince is arrested, Serpia-chan has gone missing, actually, so has Dad. Just seems really coincidental."
"What are you trying to say Pan?"
"Dunno. I'm fishing here. And, it just seems that EVERYONE has forgotten the real enemy, the evil dudettes that brought us here."
Trunks smirked. "You're smarter than you look Pan. I noticed that too. It's just we can't DO anything until they show up. I hate waiting." His booted feet shuffled the ground.
"And to top THAT off, I think I'm getting sick." Pan touched her forehead with her palm and sure enough, it was heating up.
Immediately his face changed to one of concern. "Really Pan-chan maybe you should go to the..."
She laughed. "Don't Pan-chan me now Underwear Boy, I'm sick, But not THAT sick. Wanna help me find Dad?"
Trunks smirked. "Sure." A shadow of a frown crossed his face. "But if you do feel...."
With a sigh of disgust she grabbed his hand and teleported out, cutting him off.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A sudden mist swirled in the blackness of space.
"Back already Ama?"
The portal closed soundlessly behind her. Ama smirked, "They prove no challenge without the Saiya-jins. Even that andriod."
Busu lifted an eyebrow thens shook her head. "So that is your plan."
Ama bowed mockingly. "You can take the other."
Eyes narrowing, she shook her head. "That world is too desolate. Not worthy of me." Busu waved a hand in indifference. "Take it if you wish."
"Your loss Busu." And in a wave of her hand the other disappeared into another purple portal.
Busu scowled, looking down at the red planet. "One more night Saiya-jins. Then we will have no mercy on insects like you. Such as Mesuinu ordered." A dark shadow of a smirk drifted through her face.
Not even you Ama dare to disobey them that far to not complete this.
And in the blackness of space a lone female disppeared with a haze of purple mist.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She crawled out of bed.
Sleepless. Again.
"Nearly full moon...one more night." The red ord hung in the air.
But something bothered her.
Why did he cover for me? He could've turned me in...why?
A familiar scowl settled on her face.
Why not find out? Not like you can sleep. And if he's asleep...the better.
Donning what her other selves called pyjamas, she slowly floated into the air.
He's awake. Darn.
She watched the flickering light outside his balcony. Through the window she was outside of, she could see two bodies in wrapped in a lover's embrace. Her other self and her mate.
Frowning in disgust she floated forward into the light.
"Whoever's there, you have ten seconds before you die."
She looked in. The Prince sat on his foot deep carpet, apparently tending his...wounds?
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Feeling...inadequate, but at the same time determined she went closer.
"Six, five, four, three..." He stopped. "You. What do you want?" He hissed harshly.
Serpia's eyes flashed. "I came, to find out why you didn't turn me in."
Dipping a cloth that was red with blood into a nearby basin of water, he scowled. "Leave. You have no right to be here."
"Not until you answer...Prince."
She watched in silence as he laid the cloth over his raw back.
He was beaten...because of me.
"You were beaten." She said aloud.
He grunted. "That is none of your business wench. Leave. You have no right to enter my quarters. Most die. Feel lucky you aren't. Yet."
"You have no rights over me."
Instantly he was infront of her. "You are in my room, my wing, my palace, and most of all, MY planet. I hold all rights over you. My word is law." He glared down at her.
"GET. OUT."
Defiantely she held her ground, her own eyes reflecting the intensity in his.
For long moments, the silence held.
With a disgusted sigh he looked away, sitting down again, cross legged.
"Fine. Stay. I really don't care. Don't touch anything." He laid the cloth with difficulty over his back.
She scowled but moved no closer. "Why didn't you turn me in?" She asked again.
Prince Vegeta snorted. "Why do you want to know?" Slowly he wrapped bandages around his waist.
"You don't look like the compassionate kind." Came the instant sarcastic retort.
"You don't look like the best assassin my father was after, what's your point wench?"
Watching him struggle, she growled, and surprisingly, as much to herself and the Prince, she took the bandages.
"You didn't turn me in. It is suspicious. Especially from the bloodline you're with." Tensely she wrapped it around his waist and upwards from behind.
He watched her over his shoulder. "My father did you good huh?"
Maliciously she pulled harder than necessary. He didn't react, only smirked.
"You can't hurt me."
"We'll see about that Prince.Your family will die. Preferably at my hands."
"Ha."
"You deserve to be beaten..."
His face contorted into a scowl.
Uncareing she continued, "If you knew the consequences why would you hide my identity?"
He grabbed her hands away from himself. "This is nothing compared to betrayal. You forget. Now, your life is mine."
Her eyes narrowed.
"You know it is true. How does it feel wench?"
Roughly she shook out of his grip. "I owe you nothing."
He looked at her smugly.
"Nothing. Not to you, not anybo...!" Her words were cut off as he crushed her lips to his. Her eyes widened in shock though her body wouldn't, or couldn't push away.
Is he...kissing me!?
To her horror, she was enjoying this. This...this THING from her worst enemy!
Prince Vegeta smirked against her lips, his hands digging into her hair, the other supporting her waist.
A pressure on her head belied the fact she was being pushed against the wall, her senses over ridden...
Was that her who just moaned?
His tongue ravaged her mouth, softening in extreme slowness as her traitorous body responded eagerly.
"You will dream of me...As I will dream of you...we Saiya-jins are guided by the moon." The huskiness of his voice rang into her ear, sending a shiver through her body.
Harshly, she pushed him away in self disgust. Her breath coming in short gasps.
"Get away from me." Her eyes darkened in anger as she slowly backed away.
Prince Vegeta smirked, crossing his arms, and shrugged. "The night is young."
She growled and got the hell away from that room.
The Prince watched her leave in amusement before revertebrating his eyes to the entrancing source of power that was Vegetasei's moon. For a moment, a flash of red crossed his eyes as his tail unwrapped from around his waist to dangle to the floor.
"One more night."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Trunks are you okay? They didn't hurt you too bad did they? Trunks? Trunks? HAVE SOME RESPECT AND LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!!!"
Prince Vegeta spun. "WILL YOU LEAVE ME ALONE WOMAN! I'M NOT ONE OF THOSE CHIKYUU-SEI WORSHIPING IDIOTS THAT YOU CALL SONS!!!"
Bulma fumed. "You WILL listen. Now, tell me. WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?"
The Prince threw up his hands with a growl of annoyance. "It's none of your business woman! You are NOT my mother, never will be, and you are very ANNOYING!"
Somewhere behind them, Bura and Goten sniggered.
Vegeta was smirking in amusement. This was just like a sparring match between him and the woman. And for a fact, this brat will lose, just like he did. Not that he would admit it.
Meanwhile, why the fuck were they standing in the middle of the hallway for?!
Ah yes, waiting for Kakarotto and his harpy wife.
To the side, stuck in a permanent shade of red were Kakarotto's grandbrat and his own. They were spread apart like magnets, not looking at each other.
No doubt because of last night events. As all Saiya-jins know, the three nights of the full moon on Vegetasei cause distinct reactions in its populace. Mainly classified into three.
Mating.
Fighting.
Or both.
Kakarotto's 1st brat was noticably going along with the fighting part. Not good for his brat but the way the demi-Saiya-jin was looking at them.
"Morning guys! What's going on?"
All heads turned to the reformed Saiya-jin.
Goku, with Chichi clinging happily to his arm raised an eyebrow. "Problemo?"
"Tousan?" Gohan asked. He could feel a change in his father. Something, VERY different.
Everyone else was thinking the same thing.
For one thing, Goku had NEVER made a public show of his love for his wife to near unexistence...and two, there was something........
Serpia walked forward, eyes shining. As much as a shock to everyone, she hugged him! "Kakarotto." was all that escaped her lips.
Goku grinned, looking down at the girl. "Not quite. But I am smarter."
Hastily Serpia stood back. "But you are. You are the old Kakarotto. The Legendary."
Goku scratched his head. "Legendary? Now that you mention it, I guess I am."
Everyone else, who had No idea what was going on burst all at once into questions.
"Ojiisan!?!?!? Grandpa!?!?"
"Legendary?!?!"
"SMARTER!?!"
Putting his hands up in mock defense, Goku grinned. "How about we discuss this over breakfast?"
"But Mirai Trunks and Pan aren't here yet." Goten pointed out.
They all looked at the closed door which suddenly flew open. The couple emerging flushing .
"There. All your pathectic Z-gumi are here, let's go. I have work to do." Prince Vegeta walked ahead, with Bulma following him closely, watching for any signs of pain in his face...or back.
"So...just what were you two doing in there?" Bura asked slying.
The couple's cheeks deepened in colour. "N-nothing." Mirai Pan snapped at her new nosy friend.
"A...ha."
Near the back, Trunks and Pan went redder and slid just a little more away from each other.
Serpia noticed this.
Did they have the dreams too?
Vividly she could remember.........sex. Hot and yearning, bodies slick with sweat, grinding against each other...
She shook her head of THOSE thoughts. That path lay destruction.
Damn him. He was right.
"So Gohan...where have you been these last days?" Goku's voice rang with cheeriness.
"Well..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Overlord." Prince Vegeta kneeled in front of the throne.
King Vegeta smirked at the others behind his heir. "Taking your punishment well I see, brat."
The Prince didn't look up, pushing at the mind control that probed him. And his still painful injuries. "Yes Oou-sama."
Goku frowned. "What injuries?"
The Overlord studied him with narrowed eyes, sensing the change in the other man. A slow, menacing scowl settled on his face. "One thousand lashes with a slave collar. You have a problem with that Kakarotto?"
Beside the dalis, Radditz, Nappa and Turles smirked.
Vegeta shot them a penetrating look. They shrunk.
The two other Trunks scowled.
"What's a slave collar?"
King Vegeta looked at his supposed daughter. "You will see soon enough. In fact, this has something to do with the reason you low class bakas are in my presence."
More smirks from the elites behind him.
Mirai Pan and Pan glowered. Chichi and Bulma fumed...but said nothing.
The Overlord grunted. "Bring out the seer!"
At those words, Serpia's eyes widened. Even more so as a ragged man was thrown out from a hallway by palace guards.
He was only wearing rags, as well as a thin band of silver around his throat. His ki very, very low for the obvious fact he was Saiya-jin.
Guards hauled him up and dropped him unceremoniously at The Overlord's feet.
The Z-gumi gasped as the man looked up. A face identical to Goku's with the exception of of a jagged scar along his left cheek.
Bleak, black eyes looked straight among them. On one person.
"Bardock!!!" Serpia ran forward and clamped onto the man.
Breifly his eyes lifted. "S-Serpia?" The hoarseness of his voice was only the barest of a whisper.
"I thought...I thought you were dead..." The girl, for suddenly she seemed VERY young looked directly at the man.
He stiffened. "I was. I was." At this he looked at Vegeta. And stood.
"Vegeta." His voice held the strength it once held as well as hatred. Pure, ugly hatred.
The Overlord smashed his knee into the Saiya-jin's stomach cruelly, sending him to the floor.
The Z-gumi looked in horror as Bardock started to cough blood.
The King started to laugh.
Serpia growled. "Ojiisan you okay?"
"No. Nothing is okay. Nothing." His voice was distant, strange.
Goku stared. This was his father. His father. The man that had given birth to him. Wait, Saiya-jin babies weren't born were they? Only bred in a lab. He was the last. Well, that had survived. Or so this new information in his head told him.
"You...you are my father."
Bardock looked at him. "Kakarotto. No, not Kakarotto. You are the other. The one that could've been had I failed to warn the others of Frieza. The Earthling. You are the Legendary. Tell me son, do you know of THEM?"
Confused, Goku shook his head. "Them...?"
His mood suddenly changing to one of softness Bardock looked at Serpia.
"Brat, you have forgotten. Forgotten your duty. My time is short." His voice took on a lethal edge. "Kill him. Kill them all."
Her eyes in shock, Serpia could only nod.
"NO! YOU MUST KILL THEM!"
King Vegeta smirked.
"He's...he's..." Trunks started.
"Insane. Oh yes. Overlord had driven him insane a few years ago. If let out of that slave collar he would be a menace to our Empire." The Prince answered coldly.
"But he's..."
"Kill for me Serpia...kill for them..." Bardock's face contorted into rage.
Confused Serpia backed away.
Suddenly he pulled her to him a hand covering her head briefly.
At once, a piercing scream filled the air, soon joined by two others. All crying out in incredible, heart-wrenching pain.
With a softening look, Bardock took his hand away.
Serpia grabbed her head, fingers digging painfully into her skull. It was nothing compared to the pain she could feel. Taste. See. Again.
"NO! NO!! GET OUT OF MY MIND!!! I DON'T WANT TO...!!!!!" The hells of her palms digging into her eyes to stop the images. Stop them!
Pan and Mirai Pan dropped, convulsing in shrieks. Trunks and Mirai Trunks rushed to their sides, uncertain and horrified.
"What did you do to them!?" Gohan screamed.
Bardock looked at him with hollow eyes. "She will remember. All of it. Every kami forsaken part. Like..." His eyes dilated in his insanity. "Like she did when they died."
Gohan looked at him in horror.
"NO! STOP IT!!! GET AWAY FROM THEM!!! NO!!! OJJJJJIIIISAN!!! I DON"T WANT TO REMEMBER THIS!!! NO!!! NO!!! Not Again!!!" She digged into her eyes as if to gouge them out. Any way to get rid of them...
"STOP IT!!!" Goku howled.
Something that took all of the Z-gumi by surprise at the pure ferocity in his voice.
King Vegeta started to laugh.
"The night is young Kakarotto. Eternal night for three days. Vegetasei will run red with blood. They will attack tonight." The seer murmured distantly.
"Who will?" Prince Vegeta cut in.
"Them. Just THEM. They will come. It is unclear. Future is always moving. Cannot see this outcome. Like...like before..."
Goku scowled, glancing at his screaming grandaughters. "Stop it father. Whatever you have done to them." A small part of his mind registered the fact he had called him 'father'.
"Can't. Won't. They are coming. The time is at hand. Blood. When blood will fall." The seer carried on dreamily in a crazy chant containing almost random sayings.
Vegeta grabbed his other self. "What is the meaning of this."
"You dare touch me?" King Vegeta snarled back.
"This is pointless and dangerous. If Kakarotto's grandbrat dies you will go with them."
The Overlord laughed. "You can't hurt me."
Vegeta smirked and let him go. "Tell me. What is the highest level of Super Saiya-jin?"
He growled. "Three."
"Correct." Utter conviction.
Goku looked at Vegeta. Usually he would have pointed out the obvious that there was a level after three...but somehow, that didn't seem smart.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Serpia screamed and edged away from some invisible attacker. "NO!!! MOTHER!!! I....!!!"
She went silent. But now, her whole body shook. Convulsed in obvious disgust and hatred.
The same thing started happening to the other two Pans.
"Pan-chan, snap out of it!!!" Gohan watched helplessly as his daughter, cradled in Trunk's arms shook, blindly trying to push both of them away, shrieked in horror.
Chichi and Bulma both levelled their famous wilt-grass-and-husbands death glare at the King.
"Let them go nooow."
The elite behind The King sneered.
Goten and Bura snarled, worried for their best friend/niece.
The Overlord snapped his fingers. "Guards."
Bardock howled, gripping his neck as veins appeared on his forehead, enhancing the pain he was in.
Prince Vegeta looked away, murmuring softly. "That's what slave collars are for."
Bardock fell to his knees, gasping as it stopped.
With startled gasps, Pan and Mirai Pan woke up, only to break down into earth-craking sobs.
Serpia, however, only got up, her eyes shadowed by her bangs.
"Nothing is right." Out of nowhere, two daggers slipped expertly into her hands.
Goku grabbed her. "Serpia. Are you okay?!"
She went limply with his hands. "Alone. Always alone."
"Snap out of it!" Goku screamed, sensing danger.
"Let me." Bardock stepped toward them.
"You have done enough!"
The older Saiya-jin sighed. "I don't know what I did Kakarotto. It ain't easy remembering anymore. But I know she needs help."
Goku looked at him in distrust. This Bardock seemed different. At least sane.
Without waiting for an answer, Bardock rested his palm on the girl's head.
Instantly he withdrew as if on fire.
"What is it?!"
"She...she..." The older Saiya-jin looked at the smaller man on the throne.
"VEGETA! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! YOU HAVE FORSAKEN MY FAMILY FOR THE LAST TIME!!!" His voice grinded out the words in Saiya-go.
Radditz stepped forward. "Shut up old man."
"You. Brat, you are a mistake. The worst I've had. Pathectic. A failure from the start. You will die for your betrayal."
A look of rage crossed Radditz's face.
The seer's eyes dilated suddenly. King Vegeta leaned forward.
"Tell me third-class what is to come."
Bardock eyes looked into oblivion. "Full moon. Females. Death. War. The gods are angry. We will be punished. Too many, too many. Worlds wiped out. Three. Only three. Fight for death." He collapsed.
Overlord Vegeta snorted in disgust. "Get this pile of rags out of here."
"Yes Overlord." The guards picked the Saiya-jin up and left.
"Serpia!" Goku shook the girl forceably.
"Get away from me!"
Mirai Trunks looked shaken as he mate pushed him away in obvious disgust.
Mirai Pan looked sick. Her eyes dilated in fear. "Don't...don't touch me!"
His eyes widened in shock as she shrunk away from him. Somewhere his heart tore.
"I don't...I don't ever want to be touch again..." Her eyes were...wrong.
"Pan-chan.."
Beside them, Trunks and Gohan desperately tried to calm the struggling Pan.
"No!!! Get away from me!!! Get away...!"
She kicked both of them in the face without warning and fearfully crawled away on her back as far as possible before curling to a foetal position.
"Don't touch me. I can't...I hate...I hate...everything. Stay away."
"Pan what's wrong..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
Trunks withdrew as if stunned.
"Papa, what's happened to them?" Bura looked up at her father worriedly.
Vegeta glared at his counterpart. "Explain." His voice spoke gruffly in the language of the Saiya-jins.
King Vegeta smirked menacingly. "Take them back to your rooms. I don't want them in my presence."
Prince Vegeta bowed stiffly. "Yes Oou-sama."
He looked at the Z-gumi. "Come."
"No. Not till HE tells us what has happened." Mirai Trunks said in an almost hiss.
"Come."
The Prince's eyes, eerily clotted red. Jaws dropped.
"I think he's right. Grab hold of me. I'll get them there faster." Goku frowned at the non-responsive Serpia.
With a little trouble they got all the Pans and teleported out. All except Vegeta.
"What do you want?" Overlord Vegeta growled.
"If he's a seer then what were you trying to find out?" Vegeta looked down at the water slowly moving behind the glass in distaste.
"Ha! So you are not as idiotic as the rest of those weaklings."
Vegeta smirked, a mirror image of the one on his double's face.
"You forget I AM you."
The Overlord's smirk faded into a scowl. "In a thousand years would you EVER compare to ME. You are all but an...Earthling."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "What were you hoping Kakarotto's father would tell you?"
Straight back to the point. King Vegeta sat back.
"Those females that brought you to my universe may prove to be a problem. It wouldn't be wise not to make precautions. Especially on this night."
"The full moon."
The Overlord's eyes glinted dangerously. "Yes."
"According to the seer they will attack tonight. Oh, and Vegeta. Your brat will mate tonight. " With that Vegeta turned and left.
"Overlord why tell him..."
Turles was cut off with a wave from Vegeta's hand.
The Saiya-jin, knowing his King knew what he was doing, as always, fell silent.
King Vegeta smirked. "Fools."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Below, silent guards led the single male to the heavy wear prison.
Bardock followed. "Do you guys talk at all?"
"Not to a slave."
The ragged Saiya-jin smirked eerily. "So I'm a slave."
Silence.
The small group walked past the first gate.
Without warning, their prisoner crumbled as dead weight to the hard floor. Gasping, the guards backed away. Coming out of Bardock's chest stood a female.
"DIE." Her voice...her voice sang with the screams of a thousand deaths, deafening...unbearable...killing. The guards grabbed their heads as vessel after vessel exploded in their skull from that one word. Their blood pooled into the ground long before lifeless bodies crumbled to join it.
The female smiled and sank back into Bardock.
In the darkness, three bodies lay. Two dead. One nearly there. But this one...was still useful.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Please, Pan-chan..."
Mirai Pan shrunk away, still shaking. "Please don't touch me. I don't want to..."
Against all better judgement, he pulled her into his arms.
"Pan! It's me! Trunks! We've gone through too much for you to give up like this!"
She struggled harshly against his grip.
"Pan!" Desperately he captured her chin, forcing her to look at him. "It's me. Trunks. Try to remember." Her eyes only held...fear. Fighting panic, he tried again.
"Pan please, remember. It's Trunks. Pan...I...I...I love you."
The cloudiness of her eyes lifted a little.
"Trunks?"
"Yes...Please, try to remember."
Mirai Pan looked away. "So dark...so cold..."
"Pan! C'mon babe, snap out of it!" He bit his lip.
On the other side of the room, Trunks and Gohan desperately tried to do the same to Pan. Goku and Chichi were determined to get Serpia out of the shell shocked state she was in.
Goten and Bura were berating the Prince.
Mirai Trunks looked back on his Pan. "Pan-chan..."
She started shaking again. Not a good sign.
"SHUT UP!!! I DON'T KNOW AND I REALLY DON'T CARE!!!" howled the Prince on the other side of the room.
Bura's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me what to do?"
"YES!! GO AWAY YOU BAKA WOMAN!!!"
Goten wisely slid away.
Slap...!!!!!
The Prince smirked, gripping her hand. "I know you've had no training woman. Don't even joke."
Bura fumed.
"Any luck?" Goten looked at Mirai Pan in worry.
He shook his head. "I can't get a reaction from her."
Goten nodded in understanding. Suddenly he looked up, as if hit by a bright idea.
"Yo Mirai, why don't you just kiss her? That seemed pretty effective last time."
"..." Pink tinged his cheeks.
"What? It's worth a try." The demi Saiya-jin added to this with a shrug.
Mirai Trunks looked at his mate. "Pan-chan?"
No response. Goten urged him on. Kami this is embarrasing.
Slowly, he brought her closer, tilting her chin. Goten at least looked away as he brushed lips with her.
Immediately she tried to push him away in fear.
He only pushed harder.
Slowly she relented. Eventually he pulled away with soft, comforting kisses.
And to his relief, she was looking at him. HIM. And broke into tears.
"Get away from me." Serpia rasped. "Leave me alone...I...I want to die."
Goku's face hardened. "No."
Chichi was suddenly pushed back harshly. Only Goku was strong enough to stand.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" The girl screamed and broke free of his grip. She walked away from him, staggering, fighting the urge to dig her hands in her skull and rip out the images. Slowly, she made her way over to a small counter of exotic looking bottles.
Prince Vegeta watched as she popped the corks and drank the whole bottom of what he knew to be one of the most powerful alcohols in the universe.
She groped to place the bottle back and slid down against the wall, smiling sickly.
"Serpia-chan..." Bura left the Prince to kneel beside her friend.
"Leave me alone wench. I don't want your damn pity or what you call friendship."
Bura stepped back in shock. She sounded like...well, like the Prince.
Prince Vegeta sneered, standing over her. "Get up."
Serpia suddered. "If you value your petty existence you would leave me alone."
He growled. "Get up, or I'll make you get up."
She slammed her feet into his shins and bowled him over, a knife at his throat quickly after. "Just try it." When he looked into her eyes, it was almost as if looking inside his own. The same soulessness.
"Go ahead. Make my day." He taunted, eyes an angry red.
She pushed the blade so a thin trickle of blood slid down his neck. "You will die. And before you do, you and your family will suffer as I have suffered. I will not rest until that happens..." She dropped suddenly into total unconciousness on his shoulder.
The Prince flicked the knife away and pushed her off him.
"What happened to her?!"
He growled at the annoying blue haired girl. "She drank Corsian wine. That's enough to put legions out in seconds. Or, a very good drink for a Saiya-jin."
Bura picked Serpia up with help from Goten and laid her carefully on the bed.
A boom shuddered in the air. Sirens followed.
A low growl escaped his lips. Prince Vegeta started walked out.
"What happened?" Vegeta growled.
"The dimension web has been broken. Those bitches that are playing with us are back."
"I'm coming." Gohan said quietly.
The Prince snarled. "DO AS YOU WISH!!" He ran out.
"We'll be alright here." Trunks assured him.
Gohan nodded, though hating to leave his daughter, there was something wrong in the air.
"Come on boy. Kakarotto, are you coming!?"
Goku looked at his mate.
"I'm coming." Chichi said with utter conviction.
Bulma nodded. "Me too. You'll need me."
"Woman you stay out of this!"
She set her jaw. "Those dimension gates are MY design! I'm COMING!" The blue-haired genius nodded at Chichi. "Goku-sa."
"Hai." In a second they were gone.
Mirai Trunks looked at his counter part. "She'll be okay."
Trunks smiled weakly and lifted Pan in his arms, putting her down beside Serpia.
"Come on Pan..."
His counterpart did the same.
"Nii-chan, what do you think happened?" Bura shook her head in worry.
Trunks looked at her sadly, his mouth dry. Pan's words screaming through his mind. Mirai Trunks looked to be thinking the same thing.
"I think...I think she was raped."