Well guys! I'm finally updating! I hope some of you are still willing to read this story :)

I altered the interaction between Frieza and Vegeta in the last chapter. I was never happy with it and now I finally feel like it's a good read.

I still love writing and this story! I'm so happy about the update!

Traitors and Tyrants - Part 1

"You're playing around with that set up every damn day, woman! How the fuck can't you know, what that device does?! And you call yourself a scientist? Frieza is wasting his time with you. And ours not to mention."

Nappa's every word dripped from disdain.

Anger bubbled up in Bulma's gut, "I gladly explain it again. Dr. Malaka and Frieza are keeping me in the dark! They are withholding information. The scraps they are feeding me are no use without having the complete plans."

"Tch!"

Nappa fixated her with an angry stare, but Bulma kept his gaze. She fought to keep her countenance, as her sanity was dangling on a very thin thread. Since Frieza had learned about Cooler's little visit, the pressure Zarbon and Frieza had put on her to fix the machine had increased drastically.

Frieza was at unease...mildly put. The rumours Nappa and Raditz had spread about Cooler were travelling fast within Frieza's ranks. Bulma had rid all systems of her virus, but the distrust in Frieza's leadership was planted and spread among his men.

Frieza's mastery began to crack.

The lizard was under pressure, but not enough to let her in on the entire set up of his machine and Malaka, that damned bird, gave her only little to work with.

"I told you guys I needed to get inside Frieza's "super secret" underground laboratory in the west wing. Please remind me how that went, Nappa?! Oh yes, Raditz ended up in detention after your grand plan went to shit and he had to instigate a mass brawl to cover your tracks. Not to mention that you still don't know where exactly the laboratory is located and how to get in!"

Nappa crossed his hulking arms, "Well, it worked didn't it?! No one got suspicious and Raditz was fine once they regrew his spleen and left lung in the med-tanks!"

Raditz pulled up his suit, pointing to a fresh scar underneath his ripcage, "No need to worry, I'm fine guys, really! Gladly took one for the team. Not to mention; I am number one on Dodoria's shit list now!" he snapped sarcastically, bringing his suit in order, "At least, it's getting me sympathy points with the females."

"Unbelievable! You're not actually trying to defend the bullshit that you're hav..."

"ENOUGH!" Vegeta, who had silently watched the exchange, jumped to his feet, "The three of you are acting like misbehaved brats! There is no point in arguing about failed plans! We need a new one, fast."

Nappa couldn't hold Vegeta's gaze for long and lowered his, "Yes, prince. Please forgive me..."

"All I ask for is a tiny bit of gratitude..." Raditz mumbled, but avoided eye contact with his prince.

"Stupid monkeys."

"Woman!" Vegeta's tone was on an edge as he pushed Nappa back down who had leaped up at Bulma's insult. "If you don't stop, I will strap you naked and spank your bare ass!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?!"

"Don't test me, woman!"

"Oh please, do test him!" Raditz chipped in.

"Raditz, I swear, I will end you..."

The plotters glared at each other, the strain they were under suddenly very apparent.

Bulma breathed in, "Fine. I'll shut it. So what's your suggestion then? It's better not sneaking into the west wing dressed as cleaning slaves..."

The Saiyan ignored her as well as Nappa's angry growl, "As a matter of fact I do. We are using Cui, or more precisely the infor..."

"You are kidding, right?"

"Damn it, will you quit interrupting me, already?!"

Bulma was about to lay into Vegeta, but Raditz cut her short, "We shouldn't be fighting. We can't afford to weaken ourselves from the inside."

Bulma felt the heat leaving her, "You are right." She took another breath, "I'm sorry."

"Gods damn it. You've got it all out!? Can we continue now? Good. Listen carefully. Raditz will..."

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"Come on sweetheart, do it for me."

The girl hauled of and struck Raditz across the face. The Sayain rubbed his cheek, "I deserved that one..."

"You reckon?! If I catch you doing that ever again, I promise I will rip your balls of!"

She clasped his tail, which was coiled around his waist. Raditz grimaced, "No need for that. They are yours already." The girl's features softened slightly and Raditz eased, "Will you help me out?"

The girl pulled him down to her level. She was tiny in comparison to his hulking frame, "You'll owe me big time for that one Raditz! He's in his skinning phase. Do you know how gross that is?!"

"I'm totally good for it, Suiiy. I always pay my debt."

"Fine. Tell me place and location and I'll make sure that he is there. Alone."

"Great...so honey would...would you mind letting go of my tail? That's my weak spot." Raditz saw her lips twisting into a wicked grin and found himself collapsing to her feet.

Nappa and Vegeta stood on the other side of the crowded holding area watching the exchange between Raditz and the Nepolanian girl.

"Great, he blew it." Nappa growled as they saw Radtiz going down in front of the pretty blue skinned alien, "There goes our grand plan down the drain..."

"No. That means the deal is closed." Vegeta scowled deeply, the fingers of his crossed arms drumming on his biceps in annoyance, "If I have ever seen an utter disgrace for the Sayian race..."

"Its Raditz Vegeta..."

"It's shameful!"

"He gets results, eh? Only his methods being unconventional. You don't have the...winning nature to achieve similar, if you will pardon my saying so."

The Sayian prince scoffed as he watched the third class squirming in Suiiy's grip, "I should have pulled the plug of his reg-tank!"

The girl blew a kiss, left and Raditz made his way over grinning as he gave them the thumps up. Vegeta only turned to leave, not deign to look at the third class.

Raditz gave the older Saiyan a look, "What's gotten into Geta this time? He really needs to learn to unwind."

"True..."

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Frieza took a sip out of his goblet. He licked his lips, leaving smears of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Vegeta, would you be so good?"

"Of course, my lord." The Saiyan emerged from the shadows, his movements barely visible and three of Frieza's guests collapsed with broken necks.

Frieza had been making a habit of sending for Vegeta. The looming shadow of Cooler rattled Frieza and for some reason he wanted the Saiyan close. He positioned Vegeta in the background as a silent threat in negotiations, as a display of his power and to lay emphasis by having Vegeta kill or break bones. Vegeta complied, was behaved and stuck to his pliable demeanour.

Only one member of the delegation was left. Tears glistered in her eyes, as she starred a her dead people.

Frieza was in the middle of a monologue."...information that your queen is in negotiations with my brother. Apparently is she under the impression that Cooler is more suitable to protect your planet form outside threats. Do you see this soldier here, the Saiyan? His race belongs to the strongest in the universe. He can destroy every living thing on your beloved Polin with a flick of his finger, yet his power is insignificant compared to mine! He answers to my orders and I control him effortlessly! Still, your queen has the audacity to doubt me? Not to mention the poor excuse of unworthy filth she sent to terminate our contract!"

"Please Lord Frieza...there is a misunderstanding...my queen, she..." The Polin girl broke down, a sobbing mess on the floor.

The Saiyan grabbed the girl, forced her back on her feet and made her look at Frieza, his hand locked around her neck, "Stop your crying, you're only making it worse for your people." he said in a low voice. Not that he cared, but he was tired of the always same repetitive shit show.

"You are lucky that I am in forgiving mood. I should order to destroy your planet. But why quell something that could be an even greater source of income..."

Frieza's words sparked Vegeta's attention. Suddenly he could place what had been bothering him. Friezas actions were less frantic and more judicious. Not long go he would have gone on a manic rampage in a similar situation.

Well, shit!

The Polin delegate stifled her sobbing, "Thank you for your kindness my Lord. I will tell my queen about your greatness and remissions..."

She rambled on, but Frieza had lost notice, gave Vegeta a sign and the Saiyan carried out the silent order. His grab around her tightened and the girl limped in his arms.

"Your kills are very much efficient. Zarbon always prolongs the act. It's tiring at times."

The Saiyan let go of the body. It's impact with the ground caused a hollow sound, "We all know Zarbon's partialities, Sire."

"Indeed." Frieza chuckled, "I want a squad sent to Planet Polin. They shall take the heir to the throne hostage. We increase the danegeld by thirty percent and take full control of their scandium resources. This will teach them but won't bleed them dry."

The lizard fixated his soldier, "What do you say dear Vegeta?"

The Saiyan kept his feelings concealed, only the tip of his tail twitched, "Proven methods, my lord."

"Oh my I almost forgot! It brought your father to heel, didn't it." Frieza said casually as he watched a low ranking soldier dragging the bodies out, already following another train of thought, "Present the heads to the queen in a memorable manner."

The solider tilted his head, "Consider it done, Master."

Frieza took another sip of his drink and Vegeta's hand absently wondered to his arm, sensing the fresh cut. He fixated Frieza, willing himself to control his emotions - calming the raging storm in his insides. He hadn't been in such close proximity to Frieza since his teenage years. It stirred up memories he wanted to keep buried. His childhood had been a living hell of Frieza forcing his will on him and suppressing the experienced hardly worked anymore...

Part 2 of the chapter is nearly done. It will start with a memory of Vegeta's childhood!

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