Title: Two Guys, A Girl, and the Saiyan
Race
Author: Trunks_Girl
Chapter: 11, They do
WHAT?!
Rating: PG
Author's notes: *Sob* It is *so*
sad the way they treat Saiyan women, it really is!
Disclaimer: I claim no rights
to Dragon Ball Z. I am writing this for non-profit so please don't sue me.
They landed on the planet Oroya and Vegeta lost the race. "Stupid
machine!" he whined and blasted it into many tiny pieces. He walked over to
Vegs steaming.
Vegs smirked. "And how were you planing on getting home with no
ship?"
Vegeta's face suddenly dropped. He hadn't realized. He'd always
won with everyone else. "Simple," he boasted. "I'll kill you and steal your
ship!"
"You're gonna ride around in that pink thing?" she asked with a sight giggle in
her voice.
"Fine! The what should I do?"
"Well, you could go to the nearest space station on this miserable
planet and threaten the head dude there to make you a ship," then with an
afterthought added. "Duh!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "So where to now your highness?" The words
just slipped out his mouth.
"Huh? Your highness? What?"
"It' just everyone treats
you like royalty. Father even likes you better than me,"
Vegs punched the ground and then watched as the gravity multiplied
the attack, making the ground around her smoulder and burn. When she got up she
was sitting in a large crater. She hissed. "I know!" she yelled to no-one. "I
hate it! I just want the same treatment they give you! It's like…just because
I'm a girl everyone thinks I'll hurt myself or something. But you, you could go
on any mission, anytime any day and they'd send you. Poof! But me, I'm just a
girl. I'm just good for breeding. Nothing more. If I hadn't gone with you I
would have been…" she looked away from Vegeta. "Taught my place," she spat
bitterly.
Vegeta gave her a funny look. "Taught your place?"
"It's like a training camp. I've been to one before. I escaped…the
night I got to your room I'd gotten away. If you can imagine all the pain
you've ever felt, huger, whipping, broken bones, heartbreak rolled into one
that's one day. I had a friend there. Her name was Feodal. She went mad like
everyone else. But I maintained myself. I remembered all the training I had
been taught from my mum. She told me of how she'd been here and that there was
one way out. After a while I got out and ran to your place. But even after all
the hardship I went though, I knew that if I didn't get your help, yours in
particular, it would happen again,"
Vegeta just looked at her dumbstruck. "They do this to our kind?"
"No, just females who insist they have free will," her voice flat
and dead.
"Oh my Kami-Sama! Vegs!" he didn't know what to say. Do I hug
her? Or do I hold her hand? Tell her I wont hurt her? Suddenly he felt
something new. It was his emotion he knew what to do then. He walked over to
her and gave her a hug, stroking her wild Saiyan hair. "Shhh, it's alright,"
but really he was comforting himself. There is places that do that to my own
kind? Just because they want to do things their own way? Vegs! No wonder your
emotions are unstable, you weren't allowed them were you? He thought to
himself. "Come on Vegs, let's go make a race extinct!"
Vegs smiled. "Lets dance!"