Chapter Eleven
Turles glanced around, making sure that he was alone before pulling out his communicator. He had left Prince Turles with his brother and that idiot bodyguard in the training halls, claiming to be on an errand, but could not risk being away for too long. It had been a week since the move to their new accommodations and Turles was finding it harder to breath with so much security around. After making his way to the gardens, he had had to wait until his scouter no longer picked up any nearby energy signals before attempting his transmission. Turning it on, he typed in his personal code, securing the line to make sure his transmission would not be picked up by any other message signals before typing in his message:
-Solo Attempt Failed
-Cuckoo and Signets under Heavy Guard
-Requesting New Orders?
He hit send then waited, the minutes passing agonizingly slow. Biting his lip, Turles began to worry that his message had not been received when the red light flashed, a reply scrolling up on his screen.
-Original Orders Still Stand
-Stay Close to Signets
-Will Contact Soon
Turles breathed a sigh, whether out of relief or frustration he couldn't say. The attempted assassination with Guld had sent everyone on high alert, especially that pragmatic windbag Zorn. It was hard enough keeping tabs on the hot headed Prince Vegeta as it was without sticking him in a room with his bodyguard. Although this new move meant that at least he wouldn't have to sneak around as much, what with them all being on the same floor.
He had foolishly began to grow fond of Prince Tarble. The little Saiyajin Princeling had wheedled his way into Turles' heart with his naivety and boyish curiosity. Turles only hoped he could get him to relative safety if the shit really did hit the fan. At least all the attention was being focused on the older prince. For now.
Closing his communicator, his pocketed it and began to make his way back to the training halls, nodding greetings to passing soldiers. As he entered the halls, he found Turles practicing his sparring with Vegeta's shadow Goku, Turles trying to keep an irritated look off his face. The third class was becoming something of a problem, having integrated himself firmly within the royal family and making a name for himself with the other soldiers. It was all over the palace how he had leapt to Vegeta's defense on the night of the assassination, rumors spreading that not only did he defeat the would be assassin, that he had crushed the alien's head under his boot out of spite. Turles had scoffed at such rumors, having examined the body himself once the labs had been closed for the night, making sure to remove any and all evidence that may lead back to him and his employer.
He called out a greeting and Tarble turned to face him, a wide grin on his face upon seeing Turles. He called a timeout with Goku and ran over to greet him, Turles not even attempting to fake the grin that spread across his face upon seeing his charge. "Turles! You're back!"
"Of course! I told you I wouldn't be long" he replied, ruffling the young Prince's hair. Goku nodded in greeting to Turles, who gave a slight nod in reply before returning his full attention to Tarble. "Are you ready to eat young master? I believe your dinner will be ready any minute now".
"Oh sure! As soon as I'm done, can I go back to the lab?" Tarble asked cautiously, his tail up and alert. Turles looked at it and raised an eyebrow at Tarble, who grinned sheepishly and wrapped it back around his waist. "Of course Prince Tarble as long as you promise to study before bed agreed?" he asked, holding out his hand, Tarble shaking it vigorously in agreement, giggling at Turles before turning to Goku and waving. "See you later Kakarotto! Bye Vegeta!"
Goku waved back at Tarble then flinched as Vegeta punched him on the arm, yelling something about Tarble, Goku rubbing his arm with a small grin on his face as Vegeta continued to yell oblivious.
Turles watched the two curiously as he followed Tarble out of the hall, making a mental note to watch the two more closely before putting it to the back of his mind, smiling down at his Tarble.
Goku sighed as Vegeta followed him into his bedroom "Vegeta, I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it! I am his sensei in a sense anyway! It's polite to say thanks to your sensei first!"
Vegeta huffed, slamming the door behind him. "I don't care Kakarotto! You and my brother are too close and I don't like it!"
Goku rolled his eyes, pulling off his Gi shirt and tossing it into the hamper. "Vegeta you're being ridiculous! We respect each other as sensei and student! Besides, since we all got put up here together we've been seeing each other a lot more. You can't turn the corner without Turles or Tarble or both being there".
"Hah! You admit it!" Vegeta said, folding his arms triumphantly.
"Vegeta…" Goku said, his tone dropping in exasperation as he sat on his bed, pulling off a boot. "What's gotten into you lately?" he asked.
Vegeta shuffled, looking away. Frankly, he didn't know. The living arrangements with Goku had put Vegeta on edge and not just because it was Zorn who had ordered it. Having his bodyguard right next door was convenient as hell, now that Goku was teaching him to sense Ki outside of Vegeta's other activities. But at the same time, Tarble and Turles were also around, which meant that the foursome were spending more and more time together, Tarble and Goku laughing and joking around with each other. In fact, Goku teaching Vegeta seemed to be the only time they spent alone together anymore. It was pissing Vegeta off. Goku was HIS bodyguard! Not Tarble's!
Vegeta turned back, his mouth open to speak but stopped and stared wide eyed upon seeing Goku was now half naked and in the process of untying his sash. "Kakarotto! What in blazes do you think you're doing!?"
Goku blinked at Vegeta and looked down at himself. "I'm getting undressed for a bath. Why?"
"Idiot! Don't be so lackadaisical about your nudity in front of you Prince!" Vegeta yelled, his face turning bright red, turning his back on Goku. "Have you no shame?!"
Shrugging, Goku finished undressing, throwing his dirty sweat soaked clothes into the hamper. "Should I be?"
"In this instance yes!" Vegeta yelled back over his shoulder, careful not to look. "…How long are you going to be? Can't this wait till after you've taught me more Ki training?"
He heard Goku stifle a sigh behind him and tensed. "Give me five minutes then we'll carry on with your training ok?" he said quietly, putting a hand on Vegeta's shoulder, who flushed and quickly shrugged his shoulder out from Goku's touch. "Fine! But hurry up idiot!"
Vegeta heard Goku pad away from him and threw a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing nothing but a peachy blur disappear into the bathroom. He sighed, letting out a shaky breath as he closed his eyes, trying to relax. This is ridiculous! Why was he getting so…wound up around Goku!? The sight of him and Tarble together was driving him mad! But why?
Opening his eyes, he shook his head and glanced around his bodyguards' room. Since they had been moved here, he'd never been in his bodyguards' room, insisting the two keep to their own. However, his curiosity began to get the better of him and he wandered round, looking at the larger Saiyajin's personal belongings, surprised at the small amount. He spotted a photograph on the desk table and picked it up, examining the people in it. It was Goku and Raditz with a small woman, Goku in the middle, with one arm around a glaring Raditz and the other around the smaller woman, whose smile was just as wide as Goku's, her own arm wound around the third class's waist. He felt a twinge of something in his stomach and set it down, but didn't look away, instead studying the expression on the young Saiyajin's face.
"That Raditz and my mother Gine". Vegeta whirled round to see Goku stood a few feet behind him, a small white cotton towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets running down from his hair and over his skin. Vegeta quickly looked back to the photo, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Your mother…Raditz takes after her more than you…but you have her eyes", he said quietly.
Goku walked up next to him and took the picture, studying it with a sad expression on his face. "I haven't seen her much since I became your bodyguard…I do send messages though…make sure she's ok…" Setting the picture back down, he turned to Vegeta. "I thought about her all the time while I was on Earth-sei…I was worried she might forget me…that I might never see her again".
Vegeta looked to the floor. "Our mother died not long after Tarble was born…if not for the picture's my father keeps', I might have forgotten her altogether". He closed his eyes. "I've already forgotten the sound of her voice".
"You miss her" Goku stated quietly, making Vegeta look back up at him. "All the time", he replied and the two stared at each other, words becoming meaningless between them. Goku bit his lip and instinctively moved his hand to cup Vegeta's face, startling the two out of their stupor, Vegeta coughing in embarrassment. "Put some damn pants on Kakarotto and let's get on with this training! We've wasted enough time as it is!" he said gruffly and stomped off into his room, the young Saiyajin watching him leave, a small smile on his lips as he turned to dry himself off.
"Yes My Prince".
Wow two chapters in one night! You people are lucky! Hehe!
Just trying to get through the dirt to find them gems!
As a fore-warning, in the next couple of chapters, there will be a romance scene coming up! yaay! So I need to know which flavoring everybody wants so I can tailor it as such.
Please comment and let me know if you would like:
Level 1 - Very Mild, petting and such but no mega descriptions
Level 5 - In the middle, a "general idea" basis. Some descriptions but generally left up to your own imagination
Level 10 - Spicy! Leave nothing out, full on blow by blow, you wanna know every little bit!
Other than that, thanks for reading!
