Chapter 21
Mother
The council watched their King walk out of the room, and nervous, angry glances passed throughout them. Kadmos, the leader of Jun, was taking on the role of holding Komoku down as their King exited the room.
The room was silent, an eerie silent, unsettling the saiyans in it. Rarely this happened between the two leaders, and when it did something big was bound to happen-and it wasn't pretty. At least, not for the saiyans.
But they were at least proud that they could say that their King held his own. Not many people could say that.
As soon as Frieza strode out of the room, the room burst into quiet, but angered talk.
"I say we get ride of him. Blast him off this planet, anyway," Komoku was grumbling. The saiyans of Rithisak nodded along with him.
"We can't, Lord Komoku, you know that as well as the rest of us," Shiro, the leader of Toshihiro, said.
"Well at least we could try something," Raiden muttered. A few others nodded.
"We could come up with a plan," Vidar, the leader of Kiyoshi said quietly, and most of them nodded.
"We'll need Prince Trunks back first, before we do anything," Kadmos informed them. "If he could not defend himself, we would gain one weakness and loose one very able warrior."
They bobbed their heads in agreement. "I could provide us with warriors," Raiden said, and Komoku nodded his consent.
"I could bring my best healers here," Jiro, the leader of Akio, offered. "They could help out with the warriors as well as help heal Prince Trunks."
The leaders of Planet Vegeta murmured their approval. The vote was not final yet, but they had decided that they would not let Frieza walk all over them-they were saiyans, and they were a force to be reckoned with.
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Vegeta strode down the hallways, heated. He needed someone to talk to, and only had one person in mind. He didn't want to talk to an advisor, or his father. He walked toward his living quarters, absent-mindedly quickening his pace.
He opened the door to the royal family's living quarters, and scanned it quickly, searching. He found the one he was looking for sitting next to the window in a chair, watching him calmly with those strange but brilliantly marvelous blue eyes of hers. Her azure hair fell loosely past her shoulders, giving her a solemn, yet regal look.
Wordlessly, he walked down the few steps into the room, and sat down on a large sofa, resting his head in one gloved hand.
The woman looked slightly fretful. "What happened at the meeting?" she asked him. Vegeta briefly explained what Frieza had said during the meeting, watching his mate's eyes flare up with anger. "This doesn't look good," she muttered.
He shook his head slightly. "With Trunks, and now this, I'm beginning to wonder just what is on Frieza's mind…"
"We can't let him think we're weak…"
"It's a little late for that now, woman," Vegeta muttered bitterly. She narrowed her eyes slightly at his tone, but didn't challenge him.
"Do you think…?"
"I sure as hell hope not," Vegeta snapped, not liking the idea his mate was conveying. If Frieza was behind the assassination in someway, he might as well dig his grave now-if Frieza wanted something, he got it, no matter what it cost him.
She nodded in agreement, then stood up, and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Vegeta asked, looking up from his hand.
"To check on our son."
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Bulma strode purposely down the hallways, receiving bows from the servants and guards. She dismissed them with a single nod, and continued down the hallway quickly. Call it mother's intuition, but she felt that she had to see her son.
She opened to the door to her son's hospital room, and shut it behind her quietly. Her eyes traveled to the form on the bed-her son. She was instantaneously at the side of his bed, fretting like only a mother knew how.
Trunks's face contorted in pain, his teeth clenched, and his fists grabbed the sheets on the bed. Bulma felt her eyes get misty-she hated to see him like this. She placed a soft, comforting hand on his, and she was comforted to see that he relaxed, his face once again sober and calm.
Bulma watched, stunned, as her son's face looked puzzled and shocked. One eye-lid opened half way, then the other, revealing quizzical, ice blue eyes.
"…M-mother?"
Author's Note: Yay!! Trunks is awake!! *jumps around happily* Yay Yay!
I know it's confusing with all of the council saiyans… if you would like me to put up a list of who rules what land, just leave that in a review, ok?
THANKS!