The scene opens to show Kristen's office. Sitting at her desk is not
Kristen, but Aden, who is supposedly dressed as the authoress. He's
wearing a long, blond wig that is doing a poor job of covering his
long, silver hair and black clothing. He's holding a small mirror and
is timidly trying to apply dark silver eye shadow.
Aden: Are you sure this is going to work?
Icee: (From off camera) And why not?
Aden: I hate to be the one to break it to ya, but Kristen and I look nothing alike.
Icee walks over to the desk. She grabs Aden by his shirt.
Icee: *through teeth* Look! We need someone to play Kristen. If not, Speedy's going to find out. And take a wild guess at what means for us.
Aden nods, understanding. He's about to speak when the computer next to him meows. Icee releases Aden.
Icee: What was that?
Aden: *turning to the computer and starts typing* Looks like an incoming message. Wonder what it is.
Icee: Well, what are you waiting for? Open it.
Aden: Fine, here, read.
Text file: Hello minna. As you can probably tell by the antics of Aden and Icee, this is the opening for the seventh chapter of Shattered Raindrops. I hope you're enjoying it. I wish to extend my deepest thanks and gratitude to jessibelle67 and catsrule dogsdrool for being such wonderful supporters. Please, with the usual disclaimer of who I own and don't own, enjoy the fic.
Kristen ^_^
Icee and Aden look up from the screen and at each other. Icee jumps up and hits Aden upside the head.
Icee: Don't just sit there. Try to find where that message came from.
Aden: *starts typing rapidly* Fine.
Icee: Good. *looks at the camera* And on with the fic.
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Vegita walked into the bar, his cloak covering his hair and greatly shadowing his face. Maybe in this tavern he'd have better luck. All the previous ones were busts. Who knows, maybe it's 16th time the charm. He made his way to the counter, ears open. Upon sitting down at the counter, he began looking around from under the hood. Something caught his attention.
"Yeah. Can ya believe it? Right after the bitch gave him the slip, he actually went to the extremes of hiring that slave trader to find her," a man in a gray uniform bolstered.
"Is it true that the slave trader is Zerren and that he'd supposedly met the woman before?" another man asked. He was dressed in normal civilian attire.
Vegita's ears perked up. Did that guy just say Zerren?
"From what I picked up, yeah," the uniformed man said and then took a swig of ale. "She was said to have given him the slip."
The other man laughed heartedly. "Man, this woman apparently gives everyone the slip. You can actually feel sorry for the little bitch when they catch her."
"Probably. Can't blame them for wanting her. Man, I saw her. Quite fine, very exotic looking. Probably never see the likes of her again."
Vegita straightened up. Could it be? Had he finally found a clue in this whole quest? Had something finally broken through and that Kami finally decided to smile on him? He stood up and started walking to the table where the two men sat. Screw formality, it was now or never.
Vegita stood in front of the table. The men looked up at him, clearly annoyed at his presence.
"What the hell do you want?" the civilian asked.
Vegita ignored him and easily stretched out his arm. He grabbed the guy by the collar and so casually threw him across the room. The uniformed guy jumped out of his seat. His face showing both rage and shock. He was about to charge Vegita when Vegita held out his hand, stopping him. The guy's eyes widened and he took a step back, falling into his seat. Vegita smirked. For in his hand was a small, but deadly energy ball.
"Glad you decided to think first." Vegita looked up at the room. There were several people staring at him. He frowned.
"AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT? MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" he barked. Everyone quickly diverted their gaze. Smirking, Vegita turned his attention back to the man.
"What do you want?" the man stuttered. Vegita let out a small laugh.
"Just some information. And please, don't even think about lying or feigning forgetfulness. I can do a lot worse to you that what I did to your friend."
The man looked at Vegita, believing him. Vegita's whole energy aura reeked of power and strength.
"Do I have your cooperation?" The man nodded. "Good. For starters, what did the woman look like?"
"She was thin, but well endowed." He looked as if he very well remembered that. But his facial expressions changed quickly when he saw Vegita's glare. "And she had long, blue hair and fair, almost white skin. She was something different."
Vegita nodded. Yeah, that was Bulma.
"Okay. Now tell me about Zerren and why he's after her."
"I don't really know what happened between those two, but she was in this city and my master, this sections region warlord, had taken a liken to her. She managed to elude him and disappear. But my master wishes to acquire her, so he hired one of the most famous slave hunters to capture her."
"Zerren," Vegita said.
"Yes." Vegita rested his hand on the table and looked down, thinking.
"Do you know where Zerren went? Where the woman might possibly be?"
"I believe I heard that Zerren was headed to Vedra."
Vedra? Yes, Vegita had heard of Vedra. It was to have the strongest empires in this part of the universe. He remembered hearing his father and Frieza mention it briefly. Whether Bulma was there or not, at least it was a start. He grabbed the man by the shirt and lifted him into the air.
"When did he leave? When did Zerren leave? Answer me!" The man struggled.
"A couple of hours ago."
"Kuso!" Vegita tossed the man aside and took off, quickly making his to the ship. Apparently Kami had not smiled on him and time had decided to step in.
This was one lousy day.
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Bulma and Toya stood in front of two massive doors, arm in arm. Two guards were about to push open the doors. Bulma's grip on Toya's arm tightened. He looked down at her.
"Is something the matter?" he whispered. Bulma quickly looked at him then at the doors.
"No. Kind of. Possibly." She sighed. "It's just that I'm usually uncomfortable in crowds."
Toya chuckled softly. "That is a feeling I have never been able to feel."
He looked up. As the guards opened the door, he heard the announcing of the Emperor.
"Come. My audience waits." And with that said, he led Bulma into the room.
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Bulma wanted to leave. There were so many people. Those who looked human and those who didn't. Strange, these people made her feel extremely alien. There were so many beautiful women, but they didn't compare to Bulma. A lot of them staring at her, some with envy, some with hate.
When she and Toya had entered the room, the crowd went silent with awe. Bulma could briefly hear the comments of some of the closer people. A lot were impressed to say the least.
Several hours had past, and Bulma was tired. This whole thing was truly exhausting to her. Toya had left a bit ago to talk to some delegates, leaving her to talk to many new people. Now she was looking for Toya, feeling a bit lost.
"Lady Bulma, may I presume?" A voice asked from behind her. Bulma spun around, only to see a man, human looking and handsome, with long black hair, lightly tanned skin, wearing a nice black tunic with black pants and boots. He bowed.
"Please forgive me if I startled you, but you are Lady Bulma, are you not?"
"Uh, yes. Yes I am," Bulma answered, very unsure. The man looked at her and slightly shook his head.
"Oh, how rude of me. I'm Genrou, dear long-time friend of our beloved Emperor." He took her hand and lightly kissed it. Bulma looked at him, now suddenly feeling nervous. Genrou seemed to notice.
"Have I startled you Lady?" he asked, releasing her hand. Bulma blushed.
"No. I'm sorry." Genrou laughed.
"No need to apologize. It seems that I should be the one to ask forgiveness again. It was very assuming of me to be so forward, not knowing whether you're used to it or not. So, do I have the Lady's forgiveness?" He looked at her with intense, glowing sapphire eyes. Bulma blushed again.
"It's nothing," she murmured. Genrou smiled.
"Then all is good." Music began playing. Genrou looked up. "If I may ask for this dance, my lady?"
Genrou held out his hand to her. Bulma couldn't believe it. Aside from earlier encounters, the men here acted like complete gentlemen. They were even more well mannered that Yamcha and far more so than Vegita. Bulma took his hand.
"Lead the way." Genrou smiled again, leading her the dance floor.
The music was that of a slow dance. Genrou held one of Bulma's hands while his other settled on the small of her back. Bulma held onto his shoulder with her free arm. They began moving to the music.
Genrou looked down at the beauty in his arms. So the rumors were true. Toya had apparently found an exquisite beauty. Maybe he'd be able to see how exquisite in time.
"Tell me, how do you find Vedra to be?" he asked, looking down. The woman bit her lower lip and looked up at him.
"It's really a lovely planet. I love it."
"That is good."
"How long have you known Toy.I mean the Emperor," Bulma asked.
"Nani?" Genrou asked, clearly taken aback.
"I mean, you said that you're his long-time friend. So how long and what's he like?" Genrou smiled again. So, the blue-haired beauty had an interest in the Emperor.
"I have known His Majesty since the day of his birth. And to say about him, well, he rules differently than his father."
"His father?"
"Yes. Since the death of his father, much has changed. That is the best I can probably say." And with the last sentence, he sent in an underlying-note that that was all he'd say. Bulma got it.
"Would it be rude of me if I asked to cut in?" Genrou and Bulma stopped and looked at the newcomer. It was Toya. He smiled warmly at Bulma, and then looked at Genrou.
"Genrou, I see you have met Lady Bulma," Toya stated. Genrou smiled.
"I have. And I admit you are one to have saved her." He released Bulma. "Please enjoy. I wish to retire." He walked off. Toya looked at her and held out his hand. Bulma took it and they resumed the dance.
"How do you enjoy the banquet?" Bulma looked away, her face reddening slightly.
"It's great," her voice sounded faulty. Toya noticed.
"But you would rather not be here?" he asked, but mostly stated. Bulma looked up at him. Her eyes widened with nervousness and fear.
"No, it's just." Bulma trailed off, very unsure as how to answer. 'I hope I haven't offended him.'
"Please, I understand. I occasional feel the same too. You have nothing to worry about." Bulma looked away, slightly relieved.
"Thanks." She looked back up at him, again. "If it doesn't insult you, I want to leave."
"You wish to retire?"
"Yes. It's late and I'm tired."
"Understandable. It is also time for me to take leave. Please, allow me to escort you back to your room."
"Sure." Toya released her but still held her hand lightly.
"Then if you'll allow me a moment to announce my departure."
"Okay." Bulma watched Toya as he walked away from her. Man, this guy was something else. Despite her former feelings for Yamcha, she had to admit that Yamcha had nothing on Toya. What was it about him? Toya seemed more passionate, intense, and mannered, whereas Yamcha was the opposite.
She blinked and pulled herself out of her thoughts as she heard Toya make his announcement. In a dream-like state, she vaguely noticed him taking her hand, leading her out or the banquet hall, down many hallways, and to her door. He stood in stood in front of her and bowed his head slightly.
"I wish you to have a peaceful night of sleep. I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Lady Bulma."
Bulma was about to protest him calling her Lady, but he disappeared before she could. Sighing, she turned and entered her room with the hopes of sleep.
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Vegita couldn't believe his luck. Maybe he should have paid more attention when the woman had tried explaining to him something called Murphy's Law.
A bit after Vegita had programmed the coordinates for Vedra, the ship ran out of fuel. Which left him to land and refuel. But thanks to his ever-so-wonderful-luck, he had to wait for a few days. Something about backorders and appointments. Not even threatening the workers lives worked. So now he was stuck on this planet. Rather than risking the possible theft of the ship, he opted to stay in the ship until it was refueled.
Vegita barely heard, let alone noticed, Omi as he came down to the lower level. He was carrying a tray. Omi walked over to Vegita and kneeled next him.
"I made some food. Would you like some?" Omi asked, raising the tray in front of Vegita. Vegita looked at it and then at Omi. Omi smiled nervously. Sighing, Vegita took the tray and began eating. Omi stood up and sat in the seat next to him.
"Excuse me, sir. If I may ask something of you?" Omi started, his voice low and nervous. Vegita looked at him warily.
"Feel free. But don't be surprised if I don't answer."
"Uh, yes. I was just wondering what your name was. You never even told me."
"Why do you want to know?"
"It's just that I wish to know the person whom I'm indebted to."
"Feh. Fine. Vegita." Omi looked up at him.
"Vegita?" he repeated.
"Yes! Are you happy now!" Vegita snapped. Omi looked away, unsure as what to say now. Silence ensued. Moments later, Vegita decided to break the silence.
"Tell me, boy. What brings you to travel alone?" Omi looked up and wringed his hands nervously.
"I'm on my way to Vedra," he answered. Vegita raised his eye.
"Yes. I'm quite aware. But that doesn't explain why."
"To become a musician."
"Huh?" Omi looked away.
"Yes. Vedra is my home world. When I was young, my parents sent me away to school. While growing, I began to realize my love of music. I then sought out the best schools and studied. I spent a good lot of my time studying many instruments, music written by great artists. Upon my seventeenth birthday, I realized that there wasn't much left for me to learn. So I made the decision of what I wanted to do. It is my wish, my dream, to be a musician in the court of the Emperor. What an honor that would be."
"So you chose to travel with strangers to get there?" Omi looked at him and shook his head with a slight laugh.
"No. A distant friend of mine was traveling to Vedra. He offered the ride and I took it. The only thing was that I didn't know his cargo and because of it, I lost my ride. I was left stranded until you showed up. So now you have my deepest thanks. I am in debt to you." Vegita shrugged.
"Whatever. Look, we're going to be here for a few days, so I suggest you go and get any supplies you need. Because once we leave for Vedra, we're not stopping until we land there. Understood?" Vegita looked over at him.
"Hai!" Omi squeaked.
"Good. Now get out of my sight! I wish to train."
"Hai." And with that, Omi scampered to the top level of the ship. Vegita smirked. That kid really had so much to learn.
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To be continued.
The scene changes to Kristen's office. Aden and Icee both sit, staring at the computer screen.
Aden: Wow. I'm surprised.
Icee: And why's that?
Aden: Well, from the looks of it, it looks like she's trying to put in an actual plot.
Icee: True. *Looks up at the camera* Oh! Hi! We hoped you enjoyed this chapter. According to notes, in the next chapter there's the possibility we learn a bit more about Genrou's motives and things begin to heat up around Bulma and Toya.
"Ahem."
Icee and Aden look at the desk, only to see a golden brown hamster, wearing a red velvet cape with black trimmings, dark round sunglasses. It's carrying a stick, tapping it against the top of the desk.
Aden: (in scared, squeaky voice) Hi Speedy.
Speedy: Good zummary. Now, vhere eez Kristen?
Aden and Icee stare at him with fear clearly written on their faces. They look at each other and gulp loudly. Speedy turns to the camera.
Aden: Please stay tuned for the next chapter and review. Ja ne.
Aden: Are you sure this is going to work?
Icee: (From off camera) And why not?
Aden: I hate to be the one to break it to ya, but Kristen and I look nothing alike.
Icee walks over to the desk. She grabs Aden by his shirt.
Icee: *through teeth* Look! We need someone to play Kristen. If not, Speedy's going to find out. And take a wild guess at what means for us.
Aden nods, understanding. He's about to speak when the computer next to him meows. Icee releases Aden.
Icee: What was that?
Aden: *turning to the computer and starts typing* Looks like an incoming message. Wonder what it is.
Icee: Well, what are you waiting for? Open it.
Aden: Fine, here, read.
Text file: Hello minna. As you can probably tell by the antics of Aden and Icee, this is the opening for the seventh chapter of Shattered Raindrops. I hope you're enjoying it. I wish to extend my deepest thanks and gratitude to jessibelle67 and catsrule dogsdrool for being such wonderful supporters. Please, with the usual disclaimer of who I own and don't own, enjoy the fic.
Kristen ^_^
Icee and Aden look up from the screen and at each other. Icee jumps up and hits Aden upside the head.
Icee: Don't just sit there. Try to find where that message came from.
Aden: *starts typing rapidly* Fine.
Icee: Good. *looks at the camera* And on with the fic.
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Vegita walked into the bar, his cloak covering his hair and greatly shadowing his face. Maybe in this tavern he'd have better luck. All the previous ones were busts. Who knows, maybe it's 16th time the charm. He made his way to the counter, ears open. Upon sitting down at the counter, he began looking around from under the hood. Something caught his attention.
"Yeah. Can ya believe it? Right after the bitch gave him the slip, he actually went to the extremes of hiring that slave trader to find her," a man in a gray uniform bolstered.
"Is it true that the slave trader is Zerren and that he'd supposedly met the woman before?" another man asked. He was dressed in normal civilian attire.
Vegita's ears perked up. Did that guy just say Zerren?
"From what I picked up, yeah," the uniformed man said and then took a swig of ale. "She was said to have given him the slip."
The other man laughed heartedly. "Man, this woman apparently gives everyone the slip. You can actually feel sorry for the little bitch when they catch her."
"Probably. Can't blame them for wanting her. Man, I saw her. Quite fine, very exotic looking. Probably never see the likes of her again."
Vegita straightened up. Could it be? Had he finally found a clue in this whole quest? Had something finally broken through and that Kami finally decided to smile on him? He stood up and started walking to the table where the two men sat. Screw formality, it was now or never.
Vegita stood in front of the table. The men looked up at him, clearly annoyed at his presence.
"What the hell do you want?" the civilian asked.
Vegita ignored him and easily stretched out his arm. He grabbed the guy by the collar and so casually threw him across the room. The uniformed guy jumped out of his seat. His face showing both rage and shock. He was about to charge Vegita when Vegita held out his hand, stopping him. The guy's eyes widened and he took a step back, falling into his seat. Vegita smirked. For in his hand was a small, but deadly energy ball.
"Glad you decided to think first." Vegita looked up at the room. There were several people staring at him. He frowned.
"AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT? MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" he barked. Everyone quickly diverted their gaze. Smirking, Vegita turned his attention back to the man.
"What do you want?" the man stuttered. Vegita let out a small laugh.
"Just some information. And please, don't even think about lying or feigning forgetfulness. I can do a lot worse to you that what I did to your friend."
The man looked at Vegita, believing him. Vegita's whole energy aura reeked of power and strength.
"Do I have your cooperation?" The man nodded. "Good. For starters, what did the woman look like?"
"She was thin, but well endowed." He looked as if he very well remembered that. But his facial expressions changed quickly when he saw Vegita's glare. "And she had long, blue hair and fair, almost white skin. She was something different."
Vegita nodded. Yeah, that was Bulma.
"Okay. Now tell me about Zerren and why he's after her."
"I don't really know what happened between those two, but she was in this city and my master, this sections region warlord, had taken a liken to her. She managed to elude him and disappear. But my master wishes to acquire her, so he hired one of the most famous slave hunters to capture her."
"Zerren," Vegita said.
"Yes." Vegita rested his hand on the table and looked down, thinking.
"Do you know where Zerren went? Where the woman might possibly be?"
"I believe I heard that Zerren was headed to Vedra."
Vedra? Yes, Vegita had heard of Vedra. It was to have the strongest empires in this part of the universe. He remembered hearing his father and Frieza mention it briefly. Whether Bulma was there or not, at least it was a start. He grabbed the man by the shirt and lifted him into the air.
"When did he leave? When did Zerren leave? Answer me!" The man struggled.
"A couple of hours ago."
"Kuso!" Vegita tossed the man aside and took off, quickly making his to the ship. Apparently Kami had not smiled on him and time had decided to step in.
This was one lousy day.
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Bulma and Toya stood in front of two massive doors, arm in arm. Two guards were about to push open the doors. Bulma's grip on Toya's arm tightened. He looked down at her.
"Is something the matter?" he whispered. Bulma quickly looked at him then at the doors.
"No. Kind of. Possibly." She sighed. "It's just that I'm usually uncomfortable in crowds."
Toya chuckled softly. "That is a feeling I have never been able to feel."
He looked up. As the guards opened the door, he heard the announcing of the Emperor.
"Come. My audience waits." And with that said, he led Bulma into the room.
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Bulma wanted to leave. There were so many people. Those who looked human and those who didn't. Strange, these people made her feel extremely alien. There were so many beautiful women, but they didn't compare to Bulma. A lot of them staring at her, some with envy, some with hate.
When she and Toya had entered the room, the crowd went silent with awe. Bulma could briefly hear the comments of some of the closer people. A lot were impressed to say the least.
Several hours had past, and Bulma was tired. This whole thing was truly exhausting to her. Toya had left a bit ago to talk to some delegates, leaving her to talk to many new people. Now she was looking for Toya, feeling a bit lost.
"Lady Bulma, may I presume?" A voice asked from behind her. Bulma spun around, only to see a man, human looking and handsome, with long black hair, lightly tanned skin, wearing a nice black tunic with black pants and boots. He bowed.
"Please forgive me if I startled you, but you are Lady Bulma, are you not?"
"Uh, yes. Yes I am," Bulma answered, very unsure. The man looked at her and slightly shook his head.
"Oh, how rude of me. I'm Genrou, dear long-time friend of our beloved Emperor." He took her hand and lightly kissed it. Bulma looked at him, now suddenly feeling nervous. Genrou seemed to notice.
"Have I startled you Lady?" he asked, releasing her hand. Bulma blushed.
"No. I'm sorry." Genrou laughed.
"No need to apologize. It seems that I should be the one to ask forgiveness again. It was very assuming of me to be so forward, not knowing whether you're used to it or not. So, do I have the Lady's forgiveness?" He looked at her with intense, glowing sapphire eyes. Bulma blushed again.
"It's nothing," she murmured. Genrou smiled.
"Then all is good." Music began playing. Genrou looked up. "If I may ask for this dance, my lady?"
Genrou held out his hand to her. Bulma couldn't believe it. Aside from earlier encounters, the men here acted like complete gentlemen. They were even more well mannered that Yamcha and far more so than Vegita. Bulma took his hand.
"Lead the way." Genrou smiled again, leading her the dance floor.
The music was that of a slow dance. Genrou held one of Bulma's hands while his other settled on the small of her back. Bulma held onto his shoulder with her free arm. They began moving to the music.
Genrou looked down at the beauty in his arms. So the rumors were true. Toya had apparently found an exquisite beauty. Maybe he'd be able to see how exquisite in time.
"Tell me, how do you find Vedra to be?" he asked, looking down. The woman bit her lower lip and looked up at him.
"It's really a lovely planet. I love it."
"That is good."
"How long have you known Toy.I mean the Emperor," Bulma asked.
"Nani?" Genrou asked, clearly taken aback.
"I mean, you said that you're his long-time friend. So how long and what's he like?" Genrou smiled again. So, the blue-haired beauty had an interest in the Emperor.
"I have known His Majesty since the day of his birth. And to say about him, well, he rules differently than his father."
"His father?"
"Yes. Since the death of his father, much has changed. That is the best I can probably say." And with the last sentence, he sent in an underlying-note that that was all he'd say. Bulma got it.
"Would it be rude of me if I asked to cut in?" Genrou and Bulma stopped and looked at the newcomer. It was Toya. He smiled warmly at Bulma, and then looked at Genrou.
"Genrou, I see you have met Lady Bulma," Toya stated. Genrou smiled.
"I have. And I admit you are one to have saved her." He released Bulma. "Please enjoy. I wish to retire." He walked off. Toya looked at her and held out his hand. Bulma took it and they resumed the dance.
"How do you enjoy the banquet?" Bulma looked away, her face reddening slightly.
"It's great," her voice sounded faulty. Toya noticed.
"But you would rather not be here?" he asked, but mostly stated. Bulma looked up at him. Her eyes widened with nervousness and fear.
"No, it's just." Bulma trailed off, very unsure as how to answer. 'I hope I haven't offended him.'
"Please, I understand. I occasional feel the same too. You have nothing to worry about." Bulma looked away, slightly relieved.
"Thanks." She looked back up at him, again. "If it doesn't insult you, I want to leave."
"You wish to retire?"
"Yes. It's late and I'm tired."
"Understandable. It is also time for me to take leave. Please, allow me to escort you back to your room."
"Sure." Toya released her but still held her hand lightly.
"Then if you'll allow me a moment to announce my departure."
"Okay." Bulma watched Toya as he walked away from her. Man, this guy was something else. Despite her former feelings for Yamcha, she had to admit that Yamcha had nothing on Toya. What was it about him? Toya seemed more passionate, intense, and mannered, whereas Yamcha was the opposite.
She blinked and pulled herself out of her thoughts as she heard Toya make his announcement. In a dream-like state, she vaguely noticed him taking her hand, leading her out or the banquet hall, down many hallways, and to her door. He stood in stood in front of her and bowed his head slightly.
"I wish you to have a peaceful night of sleep. I shall see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Lady Bulma."
Bulma was about to protest him calling her Lady, but he disappeared before she could. Sighing, she turned and entered her room with the hopes of sleep.
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Vegita couldn't believe his luck. Maybe he should have paid more attention when the woman had tried explaining to him something called Murphy's Law.
A bit after Vegita had programmed the coordinates for Vedra, the ship ran out of fuel. Which left him to land and refuel. But thanks to his ever-so-wonderful-luck, he had to wait for a few days. Something about backorders and appointments. Not even threatening the workers lives worked. So now he was stuck on this planet. Rather than risking the possible theft of the ship, he opted to stay in the ship until it was refueled.
Vegita barely heard, let alone noticed, Omi as he came down to the lower level. He was carrying a tray. Omi walked over to Vegita and kneeled next him.
"I made some food. Would you like some?" Omi asked, raising the tray in front of Vegita. Vegita looked at it and then at Omi. Omi smiled nervously. Sighing, Vegita took the tray and began eating. Omi stood up and sat in the seat next to him.
"Excuse me, sir. If I may ask something of you?" Omi started, his voice low and nervous. Vegita looked at him warily.
"Feel free. But don't be surprised if I don't answer."
"Uh, yes. I was just wondering what your name was. You never even told me."
"Why do you want to know?"
"It's just that I wish to know the person whom I'm indebted to."
"Feh. Fine. Vegita." Omi looked up at him.
"Vegita?" he repeated.
"Yes! Are you happy now!" Vegita snapped. Omi looked away, unsure as what to say now. Silence ensued. Moments later, Vegita decided to break the silence.
"Tell me, boy. What brings you to travel alone?" Omi looked up and wringed his hands nervously.
"I'm on my way to Vedra," he answered. Vegita raised his eye.
"Yes. I'm quite aware. But that doesn't explain why."
"To become a musician."
"Huh?" Omi looked away.
"Yes. Vedra is my home world. When I was young, my parents sent me away to school. While growing, I began to realize my love of music. I then sought out the best schools and studied. I spent a good lot of my time studying many instruments, music written by great artists. Upon my seventeenth birthday, I realized that there wasn't much left for me to learn. So I made the decision of what I wanted to do. It is my wish, my dream, to be a musician in the court of the Emperor. What an honor that would be."
"So you chose to travel with strangers to get there?" Omi looked at him and shook his head with a slight laugh.
"No. A distant friend of mine was traveling to Vedra. He offered the ride and I took it. The only thing was that I didn't know his cargo and because of it, I lost my ride. I was left stranded until you showed up. So now you have my deepest thanks. I am in debt to you." Vegita shrugged.
"Whatever. Look, we're going to be here for a few days, so I suggest you go and get any supplies you need. Because once we leave for Vedra, we're not stopping until we land there. Understood?" Vegita looked over at him.
"Hai!" Omi squeaked.
"Good. Now get out of my sight! I wish to train."
"Hai." And with that, Omi scampered to the top level of the ship. Vegita smirked. That kid really had so much to learn.
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To be continued.
The scene changes to Kristen's office. Aden and Icee both sit, staring at the computer screen.
Aden: Wow. I'm surprised.
Icee: And why's that?
Aden: Well, from the looks of it, it looks like she's trying to put in an actual plot.
Icee: True. *Looks up at the camera* Oh! Hi! We hoped you enjoyed this chapter. According to notes, in the next chapter there's the possibility we learn a bit more about Genrou's motives and things begin to heat up around Bulma and Toya.
"Ahem."
Icee and Aden look at the desk, only to see a golden brown hamster, wearing a red velvet cape with black trimmings, dark round sunglasses. It's carrying a stick, tapping it against the top of the desk.
Aden: (in scared, squeaky voice) Hi Speedy.
Speedy: Good zummary. Now, vhere eez Kristen?
Aden and Icee stare at him with fear clearly written on their faces. They look at each other and gulp loudly. Speedy turns to the camera.
Aden: Please stay tuned for the next chapter and review. Ja ne.
