Chapter 10
Kakalina awoke with her Mother's last words still ringing in her head. Every part of her being wanted to ignore those words, but she knew the Goddess did not lie and only ever spoke words of wisdom. She thought about the women from her dream. None of them had lived normal, easy lives, but they had somehow found the happiness that seemed to escape her. She tossed the covers off of her roughly and got out of bed. She walked across the room to the window and looked out into the blackness of space. They had been on this stolen cruiser for what had been the best months of her life, but she couldn't help but feel they were wasting time. Sighing, she turned away from the calm of space absently running her fingers threw her unruly hair. She found a fresh training uniform and got dressed quickly, then walked to the door to go find Kamala. She opened the door and started to walk through almost running into Vegeta who had been about to knock.
He smirked at her surprised expression to their sudden closeness, barely catching her scent as she moved away from him quickly. His groaned inwardly at her smell wanting to take her right there and then. It had been months and she still hadn't warmed up to his subtle advances. He was beginning to lose his patience with the situation. He would have to start being more forward with his intentions. He grinned as she bowed slightly to him.
"You sleep more than anybody else I've ever met, woman. Kamala is waiting for you in the training room," he said stepping back and motioning for her to pass.
She hated it when he acted like that, which seemed to be a lot lately, but he was her prince. She would not be rude to him under any circumstances purely out of respect. "Thank you, Vegeta-sama, but I was on the way to find her. It was unnecessary for you to come and get me," she said walking past him.
"Maybe I just wanted to see you," he said softly with a grin as they started to walk toward the large ballroom they had converted into a training facility.
"How can I be of service, my Lord?" she asked slightly taken back by his tone.
'That is just too tempting,' Vegeta thought to himself, but instead replied, "I wanted to discuss a small matter with you. Your dreams..."
'Not this again,' Kakalina thought in exasperation. They seemed to have this conversation once every other week. "I'm sorry, Vegeta-sama, but I cannot reveal more to you than I already have. If I give you any more information about your future it could change everything. That is not a risk I am willing to take."
Vegeta had not expected her to give in, but loved to get her all riled up. It made for a much more interesting and fun conversation. "What if I ordered you to tell me?" She turned giving him an angry and frustrated look.
"I follow the Goddess' orders before yours. Her authority is greater, Prince Vegeta." She looked him directly in the eye challenging him to argue with her. She did not see the anger she expected, however. Only mild intrigue and perhaps even a hint of approval. What was he playing at? Had he just wanted to get a rise out of her? It wasn't impossible. She had seen him do it to Bulma in her dreams for months now.
Then, the gravity of that thought hit her so hard she actually stopped walking, paralyzed by the mere possibility of what she had just contemplated. It wasn't possible. He couldn't feel that way about her. She shook her head violently trying to force the thought away. Maybe she was reading too deeply into the situation. She was just overreacting. Yes, she had been mistaken. That was the only explanation. As she began to calm down she cleared her head and became aware of Vegeta talking to her.
"Kakalina, what the hell is wrong? Answer me," he was looking at her with a worried expression on his face. She realised he was holding her shoulders supporting her weight slightly. She shivered at his touch, but looked up at him as she forced the confidence to return to her face.
"I apologise, sire. There is no need to worry. It was nothing more than a momentary headache," she replied shrugging him off her and starting down the hall again.
He growled knowing she was lying to him. He looked at her searchingly. He could tell she was still pretty shaken though she had put on a very convincing face to mask her true feelings. What the hell had that been? He decided to confront her about it later as he followed her down the hall.