Book I: Fate's Fury
Chapter 8
She didn't see the prince for the next several days, almost making it two weeks before she was summoned by the King. She scowled a little, donning a different outfit than before. This one was sort of a dress, but with pants underneath. Almost the same thing ChiChi would wear if this was the same world she saw at home. It was the color of the sky, the trimming white. She grumbled a little to herself, wandering what the damn man wanted now! Two things hit her at once, making her blood turn to ice. Either he had decided to get rid of her by killing her, or he was sending her to Frieza. Shit! She closed her eyes, swallowing, not caring for either option. But she didn't really have a say so in it, if she was being completely honest. Either way she was fucked! She sighed deeply, staring at the carpet for a moment, her head bowed, before she straightened and left the room.
There was a soldier waiting for her when she came out. How fitting. To be escorted to your execution. Gena set her mouth, crossing her arms as she followed the man down the hall. Surprise went through her when they bypassed the throne room, going down another set of hallways before coming to a set of doors. The soldier knocked, stepping back at the sound of someone heading their way. One of the doors was flung open, another soldier standing on the other side. He looked at her escort, before seeing her. He nodded, stepping back. The man who walked her to the room left, and she slowly stepped over the threshold, a little apprehension going through her. She'd never been in this room, and the change in routine was making her very nervous. She tried to keep her face impassive, but obviously didn't succeed because the King smiled at her, waving her closer. She eyed him for a moment before stepping forward, stopping at the end of the long table situated in the middle of the room. She took note of who was there. The King, Vegeta, Kakkarot, baldy who she now knew as Nappa, Raditz, Bardock, and a few others she didn't know. Great! Her judges and executioners! Note the damn sarcasm! She clenched her jaw, meeting the King's gaze. Her eyes narrowed as he continued to smile at her for several more minutes, before standing. He looked down at some papers in front of him before looking back up at her. She just raised a brow, still watching him like a hawk. The man finally spoke.
"Do you know what this room is?" he asked, studying her.
Gena was silent for a moment, furrowing her brows. She glanced around without moving her head, taking in the surprisingly high tech look of some of the equipment against one wall, a massive board with papers covering it taking up the other wall. Her gaze went back to the King.
"The briefing room?" she said, raising her brow at him a second time. She was slightly confused as to what the hell was going on.
The King's eyes were assessing her, the room quiet. "Yes," he finally said, seeming surprised by her answer.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Anyone with half a brain could figure that out just by looking around. She sighed, still waiting for him to elaborate exactly why she was here.
"Do you know why I summoned you here?" the King asked as he sat back down.
Gena narrowed her eyes, slightly glaring at the man. She sent him a look, which seemed to amuse him because he grunted, smirking before looking back down at the papers in front of him.
"My son," he stated loudly, "has informed me of some information he has recently been given."
She didn't look at the prince, just kept her gaze on the King. Okay!? What the hell! She almost shouted at him to get to the point, but bit her tongue. The King chuckled, watching her, seeming to know what she was thinking.
"Alright, I'll stop. It's about Frieza," he stated, looking at her intently.
She shrugged. "And this has to do with me because...?" Gena asked, wanting this over with so she could go back to her room, away from the jackass sitting on the King's right. The Prince. She shot another look at the King.
The man furrowed his brows slightly, tilting his head a little at her uncaring attitude. "The lizard still wants you as part of his entourage," he stated softly, his eyes never leaving her face.
Gena's face froze, the only movement was the clenching of her jaw. It was silent in the room as she glared at the King, before blinking and barely nodding her head.
"Fine," she stated, doing an about face and heading for the door. The disbelieving shouts had her stopping and looking over her shoulder at them.
"What!?" the King said in surprise. He was standing now, his eyes wide. "You want to go!?"
She turned fully towards them, scoffing. "Of course not you idiot!" she snapped, ignoring the gasps of the soldiers who obviously didn't know her. "But isn't that what you were going to do anyway?"
"NO!"
The King's venomous response made her flinch slightly, her brows narrowing. Gena studied him for a moment before speaking.
"Well? Why did you bring me in here then?"
She watched the King slowly come around the table, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards a chair. Right next to Vegeta! Dammit! She moved to the one down further, ignoring the prince's smirk. The King went and sat back down, still scowling at her, shaking his head.
"I brought you in here because of the information you told my son a few nights back," the King finally clarified, still frowning at her.
She looked away from them, studying the wall opposite her. She didn't say anything.
"Nothing to say!?" Raditz snapped, obviously still angry about the stabbing.
"No," she stated, not bothering to look at the man.
"Well," the King said, "Could you at least elaborate? We didn't see what you saw."
"How do you know I saw it?" Gena asked, looking over at the King. "How do you know I didn't just...guess?"
"If you're playing a game, I'll-" Raditz snarled at her, lifting his hand as he slowly stood.
"You'll what?" Gena taunted, smirking when he paused, his hand near his waist. "Enjoy the floor again!?"
She heard both the prince and the King snort, one of them chuckling. She kept her eyes on Kakkarot's brother, the man growling for several minutes. His father, Bardock, finally reached up and yanked him back down in his seat, not looking at either of them.
"Cool it," the King stated, laughter in his voice as he looked over at the short tempered saiyan. The soldier didn't meet his eyes, obviously still furious at her for damaging his pride.
Gena reached over and picked up a pen, fiddling with as she stared at the table, furrowing her brows before she began to speak.
"I did dream it," she confessed, "Frieza is going to come back, and has plans to obliterate this planet. And with the information I already know, the saiyan race will become extinct if nothing is done about the Cold Empire."
There was silence after she spoke, and she could feel their eyes on her. She didn't look at any of the men, just stared unseeing at the table. She thought about the predicament they'll be in soon. All of them. Even her. Because she was stuck on this damn planet. She thought about what the original plan Frieza had for the saiyan race, to take the prince and obliterate everyone else, then convince the man that an asteroid destroyed their planet. She narrowed her eyes, another thing occurring to her as she sat there contemplating the seemingly fruitless situation they would soon find themselves in. She never took her gaze off the table as she spoke.
"What's your power level Kakkarot?" she asked, cutting off a discussion between him and his father. Everyone else quieted down as she spoke, listening.
She fiddled with the pen in her hands, waiting for his answer.
"It's around one million," the man said quietly. He ignored the slightly surprised look that his brother sent him.
Gena nodded. "And is that at full power? Or when your normal, like now?"
There was silence for several minutes. She finally looked up, meeting the tall saiyans' gaze.
"Normal," Kakkarot said, squinting his eyes a little at her. "Why?"
She didn't say anything for several minutes, before finally putting down the pen and sighing.
"And what's yours Raditz?" she asked, eying the warrior. The man's cheeks reddened a little, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Around six hundred thousand," the saiyan muttered, glancing at his brother. "And that's at full power."
"And yours?" she asked Bardock, watching him fidget a little in his seat.
He finally sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms. "I'm up there with Kakkarot," he stated, narrowing his eyes at her.
She looked back down at the table. "What about yours, King Vegeta?"
She finally looked over at the King when he stayed silent. He raised an eyebrow at her when she met his eyes, silently questioning her motive.
"I'll explain in a minute," she stated, waiting for his answer.
"I'm up there with Bardock and Kakkarot," the King stated softly, still eying her through furrowed brows.
They all looked at Vegeta, who was studying her intently. She slightly rolled her eyes, looking away from him. The prince didn't say anything.
"Well," the King said, "You gonna spit it out, or what boy?" he asked, his voice loud as he glared at his son.
Vegeta leaned back in his chair, glancing over at Kakkarot before tapping his fingers on the table.
"Around Two," he muttered, his eyes narrowed as he studied the table for a moment. He glance at Gena when she looked over at him.
"Two what?" she asked, frowning.
A muscle clenched in his jaw as he continued to study her. The man was silent for several seconds.
"Two million," he stated softly, still watching her with an unreadable expression.
Her eyes widened as she held his gaze. "And your not-" Gena cut herself off, biting her lip.
"And I'm not what?" the prince asked slowly, narrowing his eyes.
The rest of the group was watching them, wandering what was going on. Both her and the prince seemed to be on a different wavelength than everyone else.
Gena pressed her lips together, shaking her head. "Never mind," she said softly, turning her head away from him and furrowing her brows.
"No, what were you going to say?" Vegeta asked, seeming to enjoy her discomfort, slight amusement in his eyes. He raised a brow when she glanced over at him.
She hesitated slightly, before sighing loudly and plopping her head in her hand. She grabbed a piece of paper from the middle of the table and wrote something down. She shoved it in his face, making sure no one else could see it.
Vegeta grabbed her wrist and moved it away, scowling. "Damn woman, I can't read the damn paper with it right at my nose!"
Gena rolled her eyes, waiting. She watched him narrow his eyes, quickly looking over at her after glancing at the paper. He seemed angry, a muscle clenching in his jaw. She balled the paper up, raising a brow, waiting for him to respond.
"How do you know about that?" he practically growled, turning fully towards her.
"I just do," she stated, crossing her arms. "So? Are you?"
The others looked back and forth between them, watching the two verbally spar. They both ignored the men, glaring at each other. Vegeta finally stood, scowling down at her.
"You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" Vegeta taunted softly, crossing his arms before strolling towards the door.
"Duh! That's why I asked, you idiot!" she stated loudly, narrowing her eyes at the prince's back.
He ignored her, strolling out of the room. They listened to her mutter to herself, glaring at the now closed doors. Gena scowled, looking back at them.
"The reason I asked is because Frieza's power level, at least at this stage, is around five hundred and thirty thousand. He has three other forms he can transform into, each one more powerful than the one before it," she stated, looking at the King.
She watched everyone's eyes widen a little, well...except for Kakkarot.
"His last transformation puts him at around three million," Gena murmured softly, looking around at all of them. "So you all need to do some training, or we won't have a chance in hell!"
She got up and walked out.
Gena caught up with the prince in his hallway, crossing her arms and glaring at the man. He narrowed his eyes at her, but kept walking. She followed him. That is, until he turned and growled at her.
"What!?" Vegeta snapped, clenching his jaw. "Why are you bothering me woman!?"
She scowled at the stubborn saiyan. "Why didn't you answer my question back there?" she asked, meeting his eyes.
Vegeta snorted, looking away from her. "I don't have to tell you anything brat!"
Gena bit her tongue, to keep from saying something she might regret later. "Why is it such a secret Vegeta?" she asked softly, narrowing her eyes at the man.
He scoffed at her, turning and heading towards his chambers, not saying a word. She was right behind him, wandering why he was refusing to give her a straight answer. He jerked his door open, stepping through without stopping. She quickly entered to avoid being hit in the face by the door. She glared at the prince, but Vegeta ignored her, strolling over to his nightstand and picking up a leather bound book. It looked like a journal. She studied the cover with intense interest. It had a symbol on it, the same one that was on his armor. Gena grunted, taking a few steps toward the man. He didn't pay any attention to her, sitting on the side of his bed and opening the book, settling a hand on his knee as he started reading. The prince ignored her standing there in front of him.
"Vegeta," she said softly. The man continued to ignore her, flipping a page.
"Dammit Vegeta!" Gena let out a huff of breath, getting very annoyed. "Why won't you tell me!?"
The prince snapped the book closed, turning his head and glaring at her. "Why won't you leave it alone?" he growled, narrowing his eyes.
"Because!" she snapped, gritting her teeth. "If you can achieve that, it could be the difference between your whole planet living or dying!"
Vegeta looked away from her, his jaw clenching. "Why do you care anyways?" he muttered, finally looking back over at her.
"Because my sons are on this planet too, and I don't want anyone dying. Especially by that maniac lizard!"
He didn't say anything, just turned his head and stared out the balcony windows. There was complete silence for several minutes between them, neither speaking as she waited for him to say something. When he didn't, she sighed, briefly closing her eyes before opening them again and focusing on the prince.
"Vegeta-"
"Dammit Woman!" Vegeta snapped, slapping his book down on the nightstand and standing up. He glared at her, the heat coming off him was burning. He took a step towards her, his left eye twitching.
Gena swallowed, taking a step back. The Prince didn't seem to notice, just continued to advance towards her. He stopped two feet away from her, lifting clenched fists to his waist.
"Is this what you want!?" he snarled, a whirring sound enveloping the room before a burst of golden light momentarily blinded her, blasting her clothes against her body.
She softly gasped, her mouth parting for a few seconds before she grinned from ear to ear. Her eyes lit up as her gaze met the prince's. "Yes," she stated softly, her face hurting from her huge grin. "That's exactly what I was wanting to see."
Vegeta continued to glare at her, his brows narrowed and teeth grinding. He slowly straightened from his crouch, pausing for a moment before walking the rest of the way to her. He stopped when he got toe to toe with her, looking down at her, his teal colored eyes burning. He seemed to be studying her, before lowering his gaze to her grin. The prince narrowed his eyes even more.
"Satisfied woman?" he growled softly, his incisors flashing briefly before his face went blank.
Gena smirked. "Very," she said, her voice quiet. She slowly looked him over, a small smile staying on her face. She slowly walked around him, holding his gaze. She stopped at the balcony doors, her arms folded against her chest.
"Don't you understand Vegeta?" she asked softly, watching the man in front of her. She sighed when he didn't say anything, looking away from the prince briefly before glancing back at him. "You can defeat Frieza," Gena stated, watching the golden warrior slowly walk towards her. Gena held his gaze as he stopped in front of her, staring down at her. "You can kill the son of a bitch, all by yourself."
A muscle started jumping along Vegeta's jaw, and his eye furrowed briefly. "How do you know that?" he asked softly, his hands lifting and resting on her forearms. His eyes seemed to search her features, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Just like everything else...I've seen it," Gena stated, raising her own hands and resting them on the underside of his arms. They studied each other for several minutes, the silence loud in the room. Vegeta suddenly swooped down and captured her lips, his mouth working furiously over hers. A whimper came out of her, and she leaned into the man, feeling a strong arm wrap around her waist. The prince finally lifted his head, his breathing heavy. She gasped in a breath as well, staring up at the man holding her. They studied one another for a moment, before Vegeta let his arm fall, taking a step back. He slowly walked away from her, his brows furrowed in thought.
"Vegeta, do-" Gena paused, her brows furrowing. She saw Vegeta turn towards her when she paused, studying her.
"What?" he asked, watching as confusion crossed her features.
She wasn't paying any attention to him, seeming to be focused inward. Her brows furrowed even more, a hand coming up and clutching her stomach, her hand balling in her shirt. A moment went by before she gasped, her head jerking up and meeting his gaze. Her eyes widened.
"What is it?" Vegeta asked, taking a step towards her.
He watched something akin to horror creep into her eyes.
"NO!" Gena screamed as she was jerked backwards, her body going through the balcony doors. Glass shattered, going everywhere as her body flew through the air, going up into the sky. She briefly saw Vegeta run out on the balcony, rage and fear passing over his features before the clouds obscured her view, another yank coming from her middle making her gasp. Terror consumed her as she continued to fly upward, towards space.
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