Unbreakable
By: The one, the only, Suspense!
Disclaimer: I don't own Vegta but I wish I did, especially chibi Vegeta cause he's a cutie. I do own Omega. Yay. *sigh* I really suck at disclaimers...
Royal Prince Vegeta, heir to the house of Vegetasai, gazed out of the window, bored out of his mind. He wished that there was something interesting to do on his god-forsaken planet that he hadn't done yet.
Being the heir, he generally wasn't allowed to venture far outside of the enormous palace without an escort, even though his power level was the highest on the planet.
"Your highness, pardon me..." A soft voice wove its way toward him. Vegeta turned around sharply, annoyed that his thoughts had been interrupted.
"Well? What is it baka?" He glared at the tall female guard who faced him. Her voice was decidedly more feminine than her body. She towered over him, her build masculine. Of course, the height requirement of palace guards was at least five feet taller than himself and his father, the King, so it was no small wonder she was enormous.
"Forgive me for interrupting you, my Prince, but I was told by your father to make sure you stay in here for the remainder of the day. You mustn't go out at all today."
"What are you talking about? This MAKES NO SENSE!!" Vegeta's voice rose dangerously, and the guard backed off.
"I am sorry, my Prince, but it is your fathers orders." She left quickly, shutting the massive doors behind her.
//Hmph. Why can't I go out of my room? Is there someone dangerous here? What is going ON?!// Vegeta strode to his window in frustration and sat on the enormous windowsill.
Vegeta amused himself for the next half hour by training vigorously, but since there was no real place to train and no one to train with, he knew he wasn't improving that much. He gave up soon and flopped onto his bed. //ARGH! This is driving me nuts! It's like house arrest or something. You'd think my father would at least tell me why I'm cooped up in here like a damned prisoner!//
He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach in the direction of the one window in his room. The window was at least ten feet high and seven feet across. It was one of the only things Vegeta liked about his room.
As he gazed out the window at the spectacular view of the capital, Vegeta's sharp eyes caught a flurry of color off in the distance. He jumped off his bed and ran over to the window to see what it was.
//What the- looks like a tournament!// He thought excitedly, //If I can sneak out of here, maybe I'll be able to do some training after all!//
Vegeta opened the window, grunting a little with the weight, and looked down. //No guards? My father's getting careless...// He leaped out of the window and blasted off into the distance towards the bright, waving banners that signified a tournament.
He got there in no time at all and landed gracefully in a back alley just beside the entrance to the main gate, where everyone had to sign up.
"Alia! You know your father will kill you if he finds out you've been trying out your powers in a tournament, reconsider please! You'll be punished severely if he finds out!"
Vegeta peered out of the cover of the alley at a tall, lanky Saiyan boy trying desperately to dissuade a girl about his height to not join the tournament. The shadows the two were conveniently hidden in distorted her features. Vegeta couldn't see much more than her shape. But that was enough. She was beautiful. More than beautiful...
He strode confidently out of the alley and was heading for the entrance when the boy he had heard speaking to 'Alia' gasped and leaped in front of him.
"Your highness! What are you doing here?! You aren't supposed to be-"
"Who the hell are YOU to tell me what I can and can't do boy?! Get out of my way!" Vegeta glared up at the boy, who appeared to be a palace guard. //Damn. What a way to get caught...// He still held his defiant stance and balled up a fist. "Did you hear me?! MOVE!!"
The young guard still showed no sign of budging. What was left of Vegeta's control shattered. "GET OUT OF MY WAY SCUM!!!!" He sunk a hand into the guard's gut with all his might. The boy dropped like a stone. Vegeta smirked, brushed himself off, and proceeded to get to the sign up booth before the tournament started.
Vegeta was startled into silence as the girl he had seen earlier stepped into view and pulled him off to the side. For the first time, Vegeta got a good look at her. His jaw dropped as he took her in.
Her black hair hung all the way to her knees, and the green pools that were her eyes snapped and sparkled with fierceness and determination. She was even shorter than him, her head came up to his shoulder, and that wasn't saying much...Vegeta was only four feet tall. "You're going to need a disguise if you're going to go in there." Her voice was quiet but dangerous. Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"What would you suggest?" He raised an eyebrow. //I can't believe this! Why the hell am I trusting her? I can't get involved with her! What if she's a traitor or a spy or-damn it I sound like my father...//
"C'mon back, I'll find you something. Your dad's in the audience, by the way." Before Vegeta could answer, she swept him towards the back of one of the large tents where various costumes, masks, and suits of armor were lying. "Find something you like. I'll go sign you and me up. What would you like your name to be?"
"Wait a second, how do I know you aren't an enemy?" He asked cautiously.
"Oh yes. I just love going around trying to assassinate the six year old heir of Vegetasai. Especially somewhere swarming with guards where his father can easily his ki."
"Hmph. Fine. I'll be known as...oh I don't know...you pick a name." He turned back to the suits of armor and began searching, hiding his blush. //Why am I blushing? Don't tell me I seriously like her! I just met her! Who is she anyway? And why will she be punished if she participates? Who is her father? This is hurting my head...//
After a few more minutes of searching, Vegeta found a mask that covered his mouth and nose, and slipped on a suit of blue armor.
"All right kid, you're registered as Crio. I see you've found a suit. All right, you're number five, and you'll be fighting me."
"And your name is?" Vegeta asked, standing up straight and raising an eyebrow, although he already knew her name.
"Alia." She swept a hand through her long black hair and turned her piercing green eyes on him. "And you're Prince Vegeta. I know. Now can we please go into the arena? We're almost up."
Vegeta stood rooted to the spot with astonishment. How could she even dare to talk to him so casually...and with such disrespect! "Now listen here girl-" He started.
"Look Vegbrain. I am going to give you something for free. It doesn't happen very often so pay attention. It's called advice." Alia grabbed the font of his shirt and pulled his face up close to hers. "It is generally not a good idea to upset the person you are fighting right before you fight them, got it?"
Vegeta pulled sharply away from her iron like grip and looked the other way. He tried to think of something to say, only to come up with a small: "Hmph."
"Yeah that's what I thought." Alia turned away and strode into the arena, leaving a very irritated Vegeta behind.
//Damn it. I never should have come here...//
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"Next up, Alia, from an unspecified planet, and Crio, also from an unspecified planet. These two will be fighting for a period of twenty minutes. The fight will end when the time runs out, or if one opponent is either killed or unconscious. Begin!"
Vegeta took a deep breath as he testily flared his ki, eager to begin. He'd never been in a real tournament before...this was going to be a piece of cake. Alia's power level, was of course, probably much less than his.
//Maybe I won't kill her though...ARGH! Listen to me! I'm getting soft!// Vegeta was startled back to reality by a sudden kick to the ribs. "Agh!" He gasped, stunned that someone had actually hit him. In sparring sessions with guards it was infuriating because they would never actually try to strike the Prince.
"You can do better than that." A soft voice whispered in his ear before sinking a deliberate fist into his spine. "Fight me Vegeta."
With a startled cry Vegeta spun around, kicking a foot out and catching Alia's cheek. "Beat that," he snarled in fury. She only smiled and caught his foot, twisting it so that it cracked painfully.
"AHH! Son of a bitch!" Vegeta tried to stand on his twisted foot and crumpled, defeated. The announcer blew the signal that announced his defeat. //I can't believe this! How could she have defeated me in....five minutes?!//
Alia smiled triumphantly and turned her back on him. "I was expecting more of a challenge," He heard her mutter to herself, "But you'll get better."
Vegeta was about to respond when the mask was ripped off his face and he found himself staring into his father's scowling face. //Shit...//
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING BRAT?!!?!? WELL?!?!?!?" Vegetas father started royally cussing him out right in the middle of the arena with two guards supporting him. "Do you realize that you might have-"
"Your majesty."
The King turned, incredulous. "Who dares to interrupt me?" Vegeta's father looked in the direction of the voice and Vegeta heard him draw in a breath to continue screaming, when Alia spoke in the same voice she had first used on himself.
"Before you start screaming at me, bear in mind that I might be a Saiyan, but I have no tail. That should tell you that I am only partially your subject, and just to let you know, it wasn't your son's fault that he came to be here."
Vegeta's father narrowed his eyes. "Explain."
"There really is nothing to explain, unless you are not as bright as I hoped you would be. But just for the sake of humoring you, I'll explain. Listen carefully now...I. Persuaded. The Prince. To. Join. The. Tournament. Too confusing? Oh, I'm sorry, I'll repeat it."
"That is ENOUGH!!" A new voice broke through the sarcasm that was practically dripping from Alia.
"Oh no." Vegeta heard her mutter. //What's wrong? Who was that? Stupid guards, let me go!// He was about to twist free when he remembered his father's already provoked temper and decided it was best not to bother him any further. Even though Vegeta was the most powerful Saiyan alive, his father was formidable when angry.
"OMEGA!! You are in deep shit young lady!!!!" An enormous, blonde haired man floated down from the stands. "Get over here. NOW."
//Omega? Where have I heard that name before?// Vegeta watched as the small girl known as Omega turned towards the man and bowed into a servile position. "Father," She said quietly.
"I'm not through with you yet, but bear in mind you will be punished in full later." The tall man slapped Omega across the face and pointed to the exit. "Leave. Immediately."
"Yes father." Omega rose and with a wink at Vegeta, she gracefully swept out of the arena and out of the tent.
Her father turned to face the king, "My deepest apologies, Majesty. I don't know what got into her. I expressively forbade her to come for this very reason. I just recently retrieved her, and I didn't want her meeting her future husband right away. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience."
//Future husband?! What the hell is going on here?! Is he talking about me?// Vegeta looked at his father, who didn't see his glance and continued talking to the enormous, blonde humanoid.
King Vegeta snorted. "My son was also forbidden to enter the tournament. Apparently the two are now more alike than we thought. I think the tournament should continue now, there is no need to concern ourselves about this at the present time."
"Agreed, your majesty." Omega's father bowed, but Vegeta caught a small smirk before he arose.
Vegeta's father turned to the guards, "Take my son back to the palace and put him in a regeneration tank. He'll receive his punishment later."
"Yes sire!" The two guards shouted in unison, then lifted Vegeta up and bore him away towards the palace.
End Part one.
Hey no laughing! I'll do something terrible to you and I don't know what but I'm sure it will be something bad! (um yeah...that was a really frightening thought wasn't it? Sure...)