First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed. You were all
great! Thank you STC, suisei no mitsukai, Vampiric Dragon, MarsMoonStar
and Len Sauran. You were all very nice. As for those of you who aren't in
the list, I'm getting there…
Marsgoddess-I'm glad you like my story so far. As for the Rei/Nappa thing, I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm not going to change it. I will, however, go into some background on them later in the fic, so it won't seem as strange. I'm not a huge Nappa fan, but I don't have anything against him either, and it fits my purposes anyway. Not to mention I think it's interesting.
Kaiya-Thank you for pointing stuff out to me. I love criticism that has reasoning behind it! I'm sorry that things are moving fast for Ami and Vegeta, but hopefully, this chapter will explain what Vegeta's up to. You'll probably be quite surprised… (Grins evilly)
CJ-chan-Again, like I said with Marsgoddess, I'm not changing the Rei/Nappa couple. As for the lemon, I'm only fourteen, I'm not writing one.
If I missed anyone, I'm sorry, but I think FF.net ate some of my reviews…for my other story it said I had eight, but it only shows three. Anyway, I love feedback of any kind, especially comments on what you like/don't like about the story, instead of a simple 'write more' or 'you suck.' ^_^ Sorry this took so long to get out and is a bit short, but I have three papers due within a week of each other, one if which has to be around twenty pages long…gag…
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Chapter Three
Vegeta leaned against the wall, staring out over the many guests at the party. A few hours had past, and a lot of the Saiya-jins had retreated to their rooms to rest, though a few still lingered on the dance floor, completely oblivious to anything but the person they were dancing with. The food was all gone, and a handful of slaves were clearing the buffet tables along the far wall of the room.
He'd watched everyone who'd left, scanning his or her faces quickly, waiting for one face to pop up. It still hadn't, and he was growing increasingly more annoyed. Quietly, he glared at each couple in turn, attempting to decide if his goal was there. After a few moments, he growled softly to himself and silently stormed out of the room.
Half way back to his room, a voice calling to him made him stop and turn. At the corner of a hall he'd just past, a girl stood, looking as angry as he'd been when he left the ballroom. The girl wiped a stray wisp of black hair out of her eyes before shoving him against the wall and kissing him, with no love or even lust, simply…hatred and malice. This act of dominance, something she was not known for, caught him by surprise. He pushed her away and glared.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I always knew you'd sink this low." She growled, though it was apparent she was trying to contain her rage and stay civilized.
"What are you talking about?" Vegeta asked in a sickly sweet voice. This pissed the girl off even more.
"That slave-bitch! Why would you want to sleep with a slave who isn't even a Saiya-jin?" The girl nearly screamed, pure rage flashing in her dark eyes, her hands clenched at her sides.
"Since when did you care who I slept with, Dai? And who are you to talk, after what you did?" Vegeta asked, voice calm and even.
"I…never meant to…it just…"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled softly. She looked up at him, a perfect pretense of pain written in every contour of her pretty face. She looked as though she were containing the impulse to burst out crying.
"Sure…you just swear faithfulness to a man and sleep with someone else the next day. I'm sure you never meant to do it, and I'm sure it just happened. Now, go back to your room and never bother me on the subject again, or I will have you killed." He glared at her, and she shrank back. Quietly, she ran down the hallway, real tears forming now, marring her pretty face.
Vegeta muttered something under his breath and went back to his room. Once inside, he chuckled before stripping and climbing into bed. Before sleep hit him, he smiled at the look he remembered on Dai's face.
'I can't believe the bitch bought that story…like I'd really want to be with a slave.'
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Ami had gotten up and taken a long bath. Then, she'd gotten out a book and read for about an hour. She couldn't sleep. Finally, she grew frustrated with just about everything and tossed the book onto a shelf. She pulled on the robe that had been supplied her and glance quickly into the mirror to make sure she was presentable, in case she met someone in the halls.
The bite mark was still there. It had been a good two hours now. She was Saiya-jin, though she didn't know how that was possible. She didn't have a tail, after all, and she couldn't fight…
Shaking her head, she left her room. She had to do something to take her mind off what was happening to her. A long walk wandering the palace hallways would clear a person's mind of anything. You had think about where you were going or you'd get lost.
After about fifteen minutes of wandering, she heard someone speak, a harsh edge to their voice. She peeked around the corner and saw none other than Vegeta. He was supposed to have come back to see her. Curiosity grabbed her, since she wanted to know why he hadn't come back to check on her like he'd promised.
No words were exchanged between him and the black-haired girl who'd been calling him. The girl just pushed him against the wall and kissed him. Ami stifled a gasp and looked away. Pain and brief anger shot through her body as she ran back to her room.
Why had he been so nice to her…if he was just going to go kiss some other girl? Did he think she wasn't a Saiya-jin? Or did he think she was unworthy? But then…why had he even bothered speaking to her? Why, why, why? So many questions bombarded her head, and no answers presented themselves. She burst into tears for the second time that day as she entered her room.
She closed the door and fell into bed. She hugged her pillow for comfort and cried.
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Ooooohhhh…the plot thickens…hehehehe…Review and tell me what you think.
Marsgoddess-I'm glad you like my story so far. As for the Rei/Nappa thing, I'm sorry you don't like it, but I'm not going to change it. I will, however, go into some background on them later in the fic, so it won't seem as strange. I'm not a huge Nappa fan, but I don't have anything against him either, and it fits my purposes anyway. Not to mention I think it's interesting.
Kaiya-Thank you for pointing stuff out to me. I love criticism that has reasoning behind it! I'm sorry that things are moving fast for Ami and Vegeta, but hopefully, this chapter will explain what Vegeta's up to. You'll probably be quite surprised… (Grins evilly)
CJ-chan-Again, like I said with Marsgoddess, I'm not changing the Rei/Nappa couple. As for the lemon, I'm only fourteen, I'm not writing one.
If I missed anyone, I'm sorry, but I think FF.net ate some of my reviews…for my other story it said I had eight, but it only shows three. Anyway, I love feedback of any kind, especially comments on what you like/don't like about the story, instead of a simple 'write more' or 'you suck.' ^_^ Sorry this took so long to get out and is a bit short, but I have three papers due within a week of each other, one if which has to be around twenty pages long…gag…
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Chapter Three
Vegeta leaned against the wall, staring out over the many guests at the party. A few hours had past, and a lot of the Saiya-jins had retreated to their rooms to rest, though a few still lingered on the dance floor, completely oblivious to anything but the person they were dancing with. The food was all gone, and a handful of slaves were clearing the buffet tables along the far wall of the room.
He'd watched everyone who'd left, scanning his or her faces quickly, waiting for one face to pop up. It still hadn't, and he was growing increasingly more annoyed. Quietly, he glared at each couple in turn, attempting to decide if his goal was there. After a few moments, he growled softly to himself and silently stormed out of the room.
Half way back to his room, a voice calling to him made him stop and turn. At the corner of a hall he'd just past, a girl stood, looking as angry as he'd been when he left the ballroom. The girl wiped a stray wisp of black hair out of her eyes before shoving him against the wall and kissing him, with no love or even lust, simply…hatred and malice. This act of dominance, something she was not known for, caught him by surprise. He pushed her away and glared.
"What are you doing?" He demanded.
"I always knew you'd sink this low." She growled, though it was apparent she was trying to contain her rage and stay civilized.
"What are you talking about?" Vegeta asked in a sickly sweet voice. This pissed the girl off even more.
"That slave-bitch! Why would you want to sleep with a slave who isn't even a Saiya-jin?" The girl nearly screamed, pure rage flashing in her dark eyes, her hands clenched at her sides.
"Since when did you care who I slept with, Dai? And who are you to talk, after what you did?" Vegeta asked, voice calm and even.
"I…never meant to…it just…"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she sniffled softly. She looked up at him, a perfect pretense of pain written in every contour of her pretty face. She looked as though she were containing the impulse to burst out crying.
"Sure…you just swear faithfulness to a man and sleep with someone else the next day. I'm sure you never meant to do it, and I'm sure it just happened. Now, go back to your room and never bother me on the subject again, or I will have you killed." He glared at her, and she shrank back. Quietly, she ran down the hallway, real tears forming now, marring her pretty face.
Vegeta muttered something under his breath and went back to his room. Once inside, he chuckled before stripping and climbing into bed. Before sleep hit him, he smiled at the look he remembered on Dai's face.
'I can't believe the bitch bought that story…like I'd really want to be with a slave.'
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Ami had gotten up and taken a long bath. Then, she'd gotten out a book and read for about an hour. She couldn't sleep. Finally, she grew frustrated with just about everything and tossed the book onto a shelf. She pulled on the robe that had been supplied her and glance quickly into the mirror to make sure she was presentable, in case she met someone in the halls.
The bite mark was still there. It had been a good two hours now. She was Saiya-jin, though she didn't know how that was possible. She didn't have a tail, after all, and she couldn't fight…
Shaking her head, she left her room. She had to do something to take her mind off what was happening to her. A long walk wandering the palace hallways would clear a person's mind of anything. You had think about where you were going or you'd get lost.
After about fifteen minutes of wandering, she heard someone speak, a harsh edge to their voice. She peeked around the corner and saw none other than Vegeta. He was supposed to have come back to see her. Curiosity grabbed her, since she wanted to know why he hadn't come back to check on her like he'd promised.
No words were exchanged between him and the black-haired girl who'd been calling him. The girl just pushed him against the wall and kissed him. Ami stifled a gasp and looked away. Pain and brief anger shot through her body as she ran back to her room.
Why had he been so nice to her…if he was just going to go kiss some other girl? Did he think she wasn't a Saiya-jin? Or did he think she was unworthy? But then…why had he even bothered speaking to her? Why, why, why? So many questions bombarded her head, and no answers presented themselves. She burst into tears for the second time that day as she entered her room.
She closed the door and fell into bed. She hugged her pillow for comfort and cried.
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Ooooohhhh…the plot thickens…hehehehe…Review and tell me what you think.