Chapter 8: Escape
By: senzubean
I do not own Dragon Ball Z in any way. I make no profit from this story. I just wrote it for fun.
Author's note: Hey! First off, I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any readers out there who have been waiting for me to update. It's been what, two months or so? Sorry. Let's just say that I'm the Queen of Procrastination. Anyway, please forgive me and I promise I'll never take this long updating again.
Also, from here on in things are going to get a little more violent. Woohoo!
Enjoy!
King Vegeta pulled his hand through his disheveled hair unconsciously. He scanned his bed chambers, filled with objects pillaged from planets he destroyed. Vile reminders of the man he was.
He slowly worked on his preparations, Washing, dressing. He was surprised to see that it took him about a half an hour, never had he prepared to meet with Frieza so leisurely.
He stood before the mirror for a few moments, inspecting his appearance. His gaze remained fixed upon his facial features He remarked how his son resembled him, the King wondered if their resemblance to each other would remain as he grew. Would people all over the galaxy look upon him and realize that he was the son of King Vegeta. The most ruthless tyrant that ever graced the universe besides Frieza.
For once in his life, the King was regretful.
Quietly, the King pushed open the doors adjoining his son's room to his. The whole day he was thinking about how he was going to do this. How he was going to remove his child from his home. From his mother. Should he be strict as usual, accepting no complaints form his child? Or should he be comforting? Giving his child reassurance and telling him what he really felt. The latter was not in his nature, but he could surely make an exception.
The King did not have to make a decision. When his eyes adjusted form the transition from his light filled room into his son's darkened chamber, he saw no prince.
"Mother, where are we going?" Vegeta asked sleepily, clinging to her as she ran.
"Somewhere, far away where you will be safe." Recely stated solemnly. Vegeta was confused but relaxed. He trusted his mother and knew that whatever she was doing was for the best.
She prayed the whole time she was running that she would not run into the King or any of his yes men on the way to the launch pad just outside the city. She had heard the Servants say that he had arrived as she was entering her son's room to get him ready for departure. Zorn was busy making his preparations, and if he if he was as reliable as he was confident he would ready at that very moment. She smiled as she rounded the corner leading into last corridor before the doors Leading to the back courtyard..
We're going to make it! Recely exclaimed internally. She ran faster in anticipation of leaving the accursed planet forever.
She halted abruptly, shocked at the apparition in front of her. The King had just walked out from one of the adjoining corridors and turned in the direction of his mate and son. Recely had no where to run or hide now, she was caught.
"What are you doing?" The King demanded finding her actions suspicious.
"I….." the Queen stammered fearfully then ,gaining courage ,shook her head from side to side in frustration. "You're not giving him to Frieza!" She finally exclaimed.
The King glared at her in frustration, annoyed that she was prolonging his suffering . "Don't be ridiculous, Give him to me!"
Prince Vegeta grabbed onto his mother's clothes tighter. She could feel his tears soaking into her shirt. "Give him to me." The King repeated his order.
"No!" Recely shook her head and backed away.
"Hand him over now, little woman! I have no time for this. I will not keep Lord Frieza waiting!"
"No, Vegeta! I will not give him to you or Frieza or anyone else!
"Dammit woman! Don't be stubborn! If We don't hand him over then Frieza will come here and take him. Do you want him to be taken away forcefully? "
"Just let him try!" Recely hissed. She could still get away with her plan if she could get the King out of the way. She heaved a sigh of frustration. She had promised herself that she would never kill again. But to protect her son, she would and she didn't care that it was his father and her mate that she would destroy.
She powered up.
"No, Vegeta. You'll take him over my dead body!" She pried her son from her clothes and put him down on the floor behind her. Vegeta looked at his mother scared. He knew that his father could kill her. He didn't want her to die for him.
"No Mother!"
"Don't worry about me, run and hide, far away from the palace. I promise I'll come and find you!".
Vegeta ignored his mother's order, positive that the only person that would come and find him would be his father, after he'd killed her.
"Father, don't hurt her, I'll come." Vegeta said assuredly and hurried towards him. Recely backhanded him as he was passing her, sending him tumbling down the hall. Vegeta stopped about ten feet away from where he'd been standing and looked up at her with a hurtful expression.
"Go now!" she ordered. She felt terrible for striking him, but she didn't want him to leave with his father. Recely knew she could destroy the man. She could and would destroy him. He loved her. If he didn't he would have disposed of her years ago as soon as he'd gotten his Prince. He loved her and she did not share the same feeling towards him.
He will be merciful, but I will not!
"Recely, don't be foolish. This is pointless, whether you defeat me or not, he's still going to belong to Frieza."
"HE BELONGS TO ME AND NOBODY ELSE!" Recely shouted and charged. She leaped into the air ready to punch him. He caught her fist and she plowed her other one into his stomach, like she had the night they'd first met. But unlike that first battle she would be the victor and get what she desired.
She kneed him in his already hurting stomach forcing him to let her go and stumble backwards. She took the opportunity of grabbing the King's hair while he was doubled over in pain and tossed him down the hall. To her horror the King's body almost plowed into her son. Vegeta hadn't left as he'd been told.
The Prince casually stepped out of the way of his father's flying body just as it was about to hit him. His eyes were fixated on his mother, he was impressed and amazed by her performance. Recely was not impressed by her son's presence though. She saw the King get up and he had his sights set on the Prince. He quickly lunged at the little boy, trying to get a hold of him while he was entranced by his mother. Recely anticipated this and was there to stop her mate. She drop kicked him in the face, right between the eyes, sending blood and the King himself flying back towards the wall of the corridor. She then picked Vegeta up and threw him down the hall. Vegeta managed to land on his feet but losing a bit of balance in the process.
"Obey me! Go!" she yelled at him furiously.
He sniffled uncontrollably, his mother had never gotten cross with him before. "But Mother…" he whined.
Recely was fed up, she hurled a small energy ball at him. It hit him in the chest and knocked him on his rear. Vegeta's sniffles escalated into heaving sobs, he never thought his mother would purposely try and harm him. The power-ball wasn't enough to even sting him, but it was the intent of it that hurt.
Recely created another power-ball, a bigger more power-full one and held it up for her son to see.
"GO NOW! I MEAN IT!" she bellowed at him furiously and drew her hand back as if she was going to throw the new power sphere at him. Vegeta scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could down the hall.
Recely heaved a sigh of relief after he'd disappeared. Her relief was short lived as the King tackled her from behind. Once on the floor, she threw the warning power-ball , which she'd managed to hold on to. The King batted it away but not effortlessly, as he was too slow to deflect it properly, and she was too close to him. The power burned the fabric of his sleeve away as revealing a muscular arm. His skin had been burned as well. He hissed in pain and grabbed his wife by her throat and squeezed. Recely choked as she tried to gasp for air. Desperately, she tried to kick him off her. The King winced in pain as she did this but still held her neck. He squeezed it tighter as a warning. Recely stopped kicking him and concentrated on trying to free herself from his grip of death.
"Why are you making this so difficult on the three of us? He doesn't belong to us anymore, accept it!"
Recely shot him a piercing glare and powered up instantly, sending a surge of energy from her body through the kings. He let go of her in reflex and grabbed his arm cursing. She curled her legs up to her chest and plowed them into his torso, right under his ribs. This sent him flying up and over her prone body. She somersaulted backwards to her feet and shot an energy beam at him. The beam hit the King's body head on and pinned him against the wall. He struggled to free himself but couldn't manage it. Recely used all her strength on order to keep him pinned there. Eventually she had to stop, exhausted. She let the King drop limply to the floor and stood there panting. She hoped the King wouldn't be able to counter attack, she needed time to recover.
The King knew that, and despite the fact that he was much worse off, he attacked her. Recely, not expecting this at all was too late to defend herself and was propelled down the hall by the blow. She tumbled across the floor until she forced herself to stop.
Promptly she pushed herself off the floor to counter attack, but the king was right there to kick her into the air, catch her by the throat and slam her against the wall.
"You need to consider what I've said, Recely!" The King panted as he held his mate at eye level by the throat. Recely had no intention of listening though, she knew what she wanted. So she replied to that by bringing her knee up to his battered stomach.
"Stubborn wench!" The King bellowed and then backhanded her with his free arm, sending a stream of blood from her nose. "We're not just dealing with Vegeta here! We're dealing with this whole planet! I will not allow you to be the cause of its destruction. therefore, cease this revolt now or I swear I'll kill you!"
"NO!"
Both parents turned to look at their child, who had reappeared from around the corner of the hall. Despite his mother's orders, Vegeta stayed to watch the fight.
"DON'T KILL HER FAHTER, PLEASE!" Vegeta begged running up to them. "I'll go with you to Frieza's, I don't what anyone to die, so just give me to him and he'll leave our planet alone."
The King had dropped Recely unconsciously. He really did not want t o hurt the woman he loved, or his son either.
Recely scooped Vegeta up into her arms as he tried to run right past her to his father.
"No mother, let me go! Father is right!" Vegeta exclaimed and tried to wriggle out of his mother's iron grasp.
"No Vegeta, he's wrong! It won't matter if you're with Frieza or not, he'll never leave this planet alone! In fact, once he has you he'll destroy it!"
"Recely!" The King exclaimed shocked. "What gives you such an insane idea!"
Recely turned her head up to him and panted furiously. "Is it so insane? Why would Frieza keep the rest of us lessors around when he possesses the best?"
The King started at her dumbfounded, finding her idea unthinkable, yet blatantly obvious.
"You have always said yourself that Vegeta is the best saiyan of all. He will surpass us all soon and be worth more than the entirety of our race." Recely chuckled disgustedly. "and that's not even the best thing about Vegeta. No, the best thing about him is that he is young and malleable. Frieza can turn him into anything he wants. Without any of his race to guide or influence him he's like a clean slate ready to be filled up with information of Frieza's choosing. Our son will become a killing machine, without a life to call his own. He'll have no future. The entire saiyan race will have no future. Is that what you want?!"
Vegeta and Recely both waited expectantly for the King's response to all of that. It was clear now, even to little Vegeta ,and he didn't much like the idea of being Frieza's machine. The King stared stupidly at them, mouthing syllables to words with no sound.
"I...." the King stammered confused. He rested his head in his right hand and squeezed his eyes shut as if he had a horrible headache. "I have to think…." He mumbled as he pushed past his family and disappeared around the corner of the hall.
Recely waited until his footsteps became inaudible, then sank to her knees with a relieved sigh. "Oh thank the gods!"
"Mother?" Vegeta asked, very confused by his father's behavior. He wasn't prone to thinking, or changing his mind for that matter.
"Everything's going to be all-right Vegeta." Recely stated as she rose. She turned to recommence her flight to the landing strip but was confronted by Zorn standing at the end of the hall near the exit.
He looked at her compassionately and shrugged.
Recely understood that he hadn't finished the preparations. "How much longer?"
"A few hours."
Recely surrendered with a sigh and walked towards him. "We might as well be ready."
"No, your highness, please remain in the palace." Zorn protested. Recely gave him a look of disbelief. "Suspicion may arise if you leave. And if the king or the elite find the rendezvous point then it's all over."
Recely nodded and without another word, turned back towards the bedchambers.
Vegeta was more confused than ever. "Mother, where were we going to go?"
"I'll tell you later." Recely replied, annoyed that she still had to worry about his safety after everything they'd just been through.