Three pods landed in Freeza's docking bay. The prince jumped from his
sphere as the door opened and screamed to the others. "Nappa, Radizt! Get
these pods checked and stowed. I'm going to see Freeza."
Small legs whipped over the floor to the lizard's meeting room. "This can't be happening. They can't be gone." drummed through his head as he clipped around the corridors. He turned a corner as the door to the automatic waste disposal system started closing. His eye detected a blue reflection that turned his blood cold. Moving to the door quickly as the opening narrowed a two inch blue star sapphire came into focus. He jumped into the room and grabbed it as the entrance shut behind him. Intestines twined as he viewed the King's jewel. Spinning his head snapped from side to side in confusion and doubt. A snake of gold sent him diving to the center of the room. The ornate chain loosed itself from the foul trash and all calm was lost.
"He wouldn't dare!" the small monarch hissed in abject disbelief. Stuffing the treasures in his armor his hands flew wildly into the filth around him desperately seeking an answer he prayed he would not find. Thick armored material caught in his hand as he dug and the silver and red made him stop dead. All his hopes came crashing around him as he stared at the jagged piece of broken silver armor with the red crossed trident matching his own.
Terror set in as he added the piece to his collection. Arms whipped madly at the discards as he tried to prove that this was just a mistake. Alarm sirens began to signal the unit compressors activating as he realized for the first time he was trapped in a trash compactor. He flew up to the disposal shoot as walls started closing watching the trash swirl beneath him as he moved to safety. The rolling trash lifted a red shot of hair, then deep brown eyes forever stilled and all warmth and light was extinguished in the 10 year old's soul. "CHA CHA!!"
Heads spun at the load cry as Vegeta bolted upright in bed. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to make out where he was. Bulma moved quickly to his side. "It's ok. We're on a ship going to your father. It's was just a nightmare."
The small Sayian swallowed hard as pink overran his cheeks. Bardock and his mate watched the exchange; ignoring the prince's embarrassment. The small sovereign grew short tempered, "Why the hell are we on a ship? I said nothing about transport."
"I'm sorry my prince. I'm following your father's orders, which were, and I quote: 'Make sure that if the patrols come across the prince and his mate to relay to him that I wish him to allow them to arrange for his transport to the palace and that he is to make use of it.'" The ship shook as the spiky headed fighter responded.
Neesa moved to the control panels and began to attempt to stabilize the small craft. Bardock helped Bulma a chair as Vegeta moved behind the fighter's mate. Lowering his voice he turned his attention to the ship's controls. "How bad is it?"
"Well it's not good. This is a strong storm. The ship can hold, but we're gonna get tossed around for a while." She spoke concentrating on the monitors.
"How long?" The prince continued looking at his mate.
"One hour, maybe two." The black hired navigator stated with concern.
Bulma felt as if her guts were being scrambled by the jostling vessel. Knowing she couldn't endure the hard movements he turned back to the control panel and quickly read the outputs. He nodded at the screen. "I have a plan."
Sheets rumbled under the ruling Sayian's sleepless tossing. "Something is wrong." He thought trying to quell the headache rising behind his eyes. Giving up on sleep the large man rose carefully to avoid waking he equally restless mate. His sixth sense was pushing his already worried parental instincts mercilessly. Slowly he moved a soft chair and sat, resting his head in his hands and repeating. "You being paranoid; the boy is fine."
A soft knock and the creak of his chamber door roused the fiery leader from his mantra. Bergthor entered the room and saw his disheveled brother peering up at him. He sat next to his broad shouldered kin with a weary expression. "They found him on Merz. Bardock and Neesa are transporting them in one of the emergency shuttles. There's a storm in their way, it will take them at least three hours to get here."
"And there's a problem." The king responded to his brother. Standing and pacing to try and calm his demeanor.
"When is there not." The regent sighed, watching his brother pace. "The ship wasn't designed to take the turbulence the storm is creating; and there is a problem with Stykar."
All pacing stopped at the king's head turned sharply. The queen sat up slowly at her son's name. Turning her attention to the men she spoke, "What's wrong with my child?"
The King's elder brother rubbed his nose. "He is in Mishrat. From what could be gathered he is at stage three."
Queen Melkorka jumped from the bed grabbing her robe. "Stage three!"
"Stage four can be fatal. He could die before he gets here. We have to do something." Valgard snapped, collecting his own robe and moving to the door.
Bergthor stood to assert himself with sibling. "Calm down, now! This is doing your son no good."
The couple settled themselves as much as they could. The regent smiled and continued. "He's strong, stronger than any Sayian in a hundred, perhaps even a thousand years. If you would calm yourselves a moment you could touch him with the bonds that are still inside of you. I have, and I can tell you this from what I can tell he is awake and much more troubled by the ship than his Mishrat at the moment. If you want to help him you need to tap into your bond and give him your strength so he can help the others handle the ship and get here in one piece."
Small legs whipped over the floor to the lizard's meeting room. "This can't be happening. They can't be gone." drummed through his head as he clipped around the corridors. He turned a corner as the door to the automatic waste disposal system started closing. His eye detected a blue reflection that turned his blood cold. Moving to the door quickly as the opening narrowed a two inch blue star sapphire came into focus. He jumped into the room and grabbed it as the entrance shut behind him. Intestines twined as he viewed the King's jewel. Spinning his head snapped from side to side in confusion and doubt. A snake of gold sent him diving to the center of the room. The ornate chain loosed itself from the foul trash and all calm was lost.
"He wouldn't dare!" the small monarch hissed in abject disbelief. Stuffing the treasures in his armor his hands flew wildly into the filth around him desperately seeking an answer he prayed he would not find. Thick armored material caught in his hand as he dug and the silver and red made him stop dead. All his hopes came crashing around him as he stared at the jagged piece of broken silver armor with the red crossed trident matching his own.
Terror set in as he added the piece to his collection. Arms whipped madly at the discards as he tried to prove that this was just a mistake. Alarm sirens began to signal the unit compressors activating as he realized for the first time he was trapped in a trash compactor. He flew up to the disposal shoot as walls started closing watching the trash swirl beneath him as he moved to safety. The rolling trash lifted a red shot of hair, then deep brown eyes forever stilled and all warmth and light was extinguished in the 10 year old's soul. "CHA CHA!!"
Heads spun at the load cry as Vegeta bolted upright in bed. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to make out where he was. Bulma moved quickly to his side. "It's ok. We're on a ship going to your father. It's was just a nightmare."
The small Sayian swallowed hard as pink overran his cheeks. Bardock and his mate watched the exchange; ignoring the prince's embarrassment. The small sovereign grew short tempered, "Why the hell are we on a ship? I said nothing about transport."
"I'm sorry my prince. I'm following your father's orders, which were, and I quote: 'Make sure that if the patrols come across the prince and his mate to relay to him that I wish him to allow them to arrange for his transport to the palace and that he is to make use of it.'" The ship shook as the spiky headed fighter responded.
Neesa moved to the control panels and began to attempt to stabilize the small craft. Bardock helped Bulma a chair as Vegeta moved behind the fighter's mate. Lowering his voice he turned his attention to the ship's controls. "How bad is it?"
"Well it's not good. This is a strong storm. The ship can hold, but we're gonna get tossed around for a while." She spoke concentrating on the monitors.
"How long?" The prince continued looking at his mate.
"One hour, maybe two." The black hired navigator stated with concern.
Bulma felt as if her guts were being scrambled by the jostling vessel. Knowing she couldn't endure the hard movements he turned back to the control panel and quickly read the outputs. He nodded at the screen. "I have a plan."
Sheets rumbled under the ruling Sayian's sleepless tossing. "Something is wrong." He thought trying to quell the headache rising behind his eyes. Giving up on sleep the large man rose carefully to avoid waking he equally restless mate. His sixth sense was pushing his already worried parental instincts mercilessly. Slowly he moved a soft chair and sat, resting his head in his hands and repeating. "You being paranoid; the boy is fine."
A soft knock and the creak of his chamber door roused the fiery leader from his mantra. Bergthor entered the room and saw his disheveled brother peering up at him. He sat next to his broad shouldered kin with a weary expression. "They found him on Merz. Bardock and Neesa are transporting them in one of the emergency shuttles. There's a storm in their way, it will take them at least three hours to get here."
"And there's a problem." The king responded to his brother. Standing and pacing to try and calm his demeanor.
"When is there not." The regent sighed, watching his brother pace. "The ship wasn't designed to take the turbulence the storm is creating; and there is a problem with Stykar."
All pacing stopped at the king's head turned sharply. The queen sat up slowly at her son's name. Turning her attention to the men she spoke, "What's wrong with my child?"
The King's elder brother rubbed his nose. "He is in Mishrat. From what could be gathered he is at stage three."
Queen Melkorka jumped from the bed grabbing her robe. "Stage three!"
"Stage four can be fatal. He could die before he gets here. We have to do something." Valgard snapped, collecting his own robe and moving to the door.
Bergthor stood to assert himself with sibling. "Calm down, now! This is doing your son no good."
The couple settled themselves as much as they could. The regent smiled and continued. "He's strong, stronger than any Sayian in a hundred, perhaps even a thousand years. If you would calm yourselves a moment you could touch him with the bonds that are still inside of you. I have, and I can tell you this from what I can tell he is awake and much more troubled by the ship than his Mishrat at the moment. If you want to help him you need to tap into your bond and give him your strength so he can help the others handle the ship and get here in one piece."