Chapter 7
" Brat, I cannot believe your behavior last night. Dancing with the palace urchin rather than any of the other elite women! What were you thinking?!?" The King roared at his son the next morning in his throne room.
Wisely, Vegeta said nothing and just glared at his father. At the moment, he was trying to answer the very same question.
" Maybe I should have killed the wench instead of letting her train with you, it seems as if she's become a distraction."
" Oh, and what do you call those other whores that were hanging all over me last night, your highness?" Vegeta countered, not even realizing that he was defending Bulma.
The King, on the other hand, did notice the protective air that Vegeta took when speaking of Bulma. It's like he doesn't want me to get rid of her.it almost seems as if he is bonding.but it's impossible for the Royal Heir to bond. our DNA was altered over 200 years ago!. but still. The King's thoughts were interrupted by a beeping coming from his scouter.
After pushing a button on the scouter and listening to the message, king Vegeta turned to his son.
"Well Vegeta, it seems as if you will be taking a little trip. Lord Freeza has requested us to purge sixteen planets and I believe that you're the one for the job." The King held his hand up as Vegeta's mouth opened to reject, but he cut him off, " Look, beside the fact that this is a wonderful punishment for you, I have no choice. We've been on thin ice with Freeza ever since that rebellion the Bardock led. Take that baka with you. Kakkarot. I'll send all the necessary information to your scouter and you had better be ready to leave by 1500 hours this afternoon. You're dismissed." With that the King turned to his throne and Vegeta stomped out of the room.
This was not good. The threats from Freeza were getting more and more constant. Lately they had become weekly. Normally the King was able to placate him by sending more soldiers to his ship, but this time Freeza seemed to be in a foul mood. The King had lied to his son, he himself hadn't chosen for Vegeta to go on this mission. Freeza seemed very impatient and demanded his son go on this mission. King Vegeta knew that Freeza wanted to see the boy's power, but he had a sinking feeling that there was something else on Freeza's mind that concerned him and his people. He desperately wished he knew.
Vegeta stormed down the halls towards the Gravity Room.
"Damn baka father. stupid purging mission. screw his 'punishments'." Vegeta mumbled to himself as he walked down the deserted white halls. " idiotic 'tradition'. fucking rules. stupid dance. damn onna." Vegeta stopped in his tracks as soon as his head realized what his mouth was saying. " Damn weak fucking emotions!" Vegeta yelled, punching his fist into the wall next to him and scaring the shit out of a serving girl who scampered away.
By the time Vegeta made his way to the Gravity Room he was pissed beyond belief and glaring, punching, and cussing at every living thing and inanimate object on the whole planet.
Bulma and Kakkarot had been training in the GR since earlier that morning, knowing that the Prince would beat the shit out of them if he found out that they skipped out on a day of training because he was away. Bulma just barely glanced at Vegeta when he kicked the doors open as she dodged a Kamehameha blast from Kakkarot. For some strange reason he was able to put a hell of a lot of power into that simple blast. Vegeta, who watched this from below smirked before he launched headfirst into their battle; time to release some pent up rage.
About three hours later Kakkarot decided to join Bulma who had collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Smirking, Vegeta descended to the ground, that had felt good. When Bulma was finally able to sit up she turned to face Vegeta.
"Woah, Vegeta, what happened this morning? You seem really pissed off for this to be just a simple spar." She asked.
Damn. for a minute I was able to forget about the purging mission. " Kakkarot, be ready to leave by 1500 hours this afternoon. We're going on a purging mission."
"Nani? But Vegeta, that only gives me two hours to pack AND eat." Kakkarot whined.
"Well, then I suggest that you get your ass moving now."
Kakkarot shrugged and headed toward the door. Hmmm, maybe I can get Chi chi to give me a goodbye lunch.
"You're leaving?"
"Yes onna, I'm leaving. Do you need to get your hearing checked?"
" Damn it Vegeta, what's with you? You come in here, pissed beyond hell, beat the shit out of us and then act as if nothing was bothering you!" Bulma yelled. "It's not like it'd kill you to tell every once in a while what the hell's going on! Please, let me know what's bothering you- I don't want you to bottle it up inside and explode one of these days."
"Oh, how touching, the little onna's concerned for me." Vegeta smirked.
" Hai, but it will soon go away if you keep me in the dark in the future." Bulma replied, before turning towards the doors, intending to get lunch from Chi chi.
Vegeta's smirk faltered; he hadn't expected her to admit that, he'd only said it to bait her into one of those verbal spars that he was coming to love so much. Not that he could deny the small boost in his already extremely large ego that had come from the comment.
"Oh, and Vegeta," Bulma said, pausing at the door, " don't get yourself killed- come back in one arrogant piece."
" Brat, I cannot believe your behavior last night. Dancing with the palace urchin rather than any of the other elite women! What were you thinking?!?" The King roared at his son the next morning in his throne room.
Wisely, Vegeta said nothing and just glared at his father. At the moment, he was trying to answer the very same question.
" Maybe I should have killed the wench instead of letting her train with you, it seems as if she's become a distraction."
" Oh, and what do you call those other whores that were hanging all over me last night, your highness?" Vegeta countered, not even realizing that he was defending Bulma.
The King, on the other hand, did notice the protective air that Vegeta took when speaking of Bulma. It's like he doesn't want me to get rid of her.it almost seems as if he is bonding.but it's impossible for the Royal Heir to bond. our DNA was altered over 200 years ago!. but still. The King's thoughts were interrupted by a beeping coming from his scouter.
After pushing a button on the scouter and listening to the message, king Vegeta turned to his son.
"Well Vegeta, it seems as if you will be taking a little trip. Lord Freeza has requested us to purge sixteen planets and I believe that you're the one for the job." The King held his hand up as Vegeta's mouth opened to reject, but he cut him off, " Look, beside the fact that this is a wonderful punishment for you, I have no choice. We've been on thin ice with Freeza ever since that rebellion the Bardock led. Take that baka with you. Kakkarot. I'll send all the necessary information to your scouter and you had better be ready to leave by 1500 hours this afternoon. You're dismissed." With that the King turned to his throne and Vegeta stomped out of the room.
This was not good. The threats from Freeza were getting more and more constant. Lately they had become weekly. Normally the King was able to placate him by sending more soldiers to his ship, but this time Freeza seemed to be in a foul mood. The King had lied to his son, he himself hadn't chosen for Vegeta to go on this mission. Freeza seemed very impatient and demanded his son go on this mission. King Vegeta knew that Freeza wanted to see the boy's power, but he had a sinking feeling that there was something else on Freeza's mind that concerned him and his people. He desperately wished he knew.
Vegeta stormed down the halls towards the Gravity Room.
"Damn baka father. stupid purging mission. screw his 'punishments'." Vegeta mumbled to himself as he walked down the deserted white halls. " idiotic 'tradition'. fucking rules. stupid dance. damn onna." Vegeta stopped in his tracks as soon as his head realized what his mouth was saying. " Damn weak fucking emotions!" Vegeta yelled, punching his fist into the wall next to him and scaring the shit out of a serving girl who scampered away.
By the time Vegeta made his way to the Gravity Room he was pissed beyond belief and glaring, punching, and cussing at every living thing and inanimate object on the whole planet.
Bulma and Kakkarot had been training in the GR since earlier that morning, knowing that the Prince would beat the shit out of them if he found out that they skipped out on a day of training because he was away. Bulma just barely glanced at Vegeta when he kicked the doors open as she dodged a Kamehameha blast from Kakkarot. For some strange reason he was able to put a hell of a lot of power into that simple blast. Vegeta, who watched this from below smirked before he launched headfirst into their battle; time to release some pent up rage.
About three hours later Kakkarot decided to join Bulma who had collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Smirking, Vegeta descended to the ground, that had felt good. When Bulma was finally able to sit up she turned to face Vegeta.
"Woah, Vegeta, what happened this morning? You seem really pissed off for this to be just a simple spar." She asked.
Damn. for a minute I was able to forget about the purging mission. " Kakkarot, be ready to leave by 1500 hours this afternoon. We're going on a purging mission."
"Nani? But Vegeta, that only gives me two hours to pack AND eat." Kakkarot whined.
"Well, then I suggest that you get your ass moving now."
Kakkarot shrugged and headed toward the door. Hmmm, maybe I can get Chi chi to give me a goodbye lunch.
"You're leaving?"
"Yes onna, I'm leaving. Do you need to get your hearing checked?"
" Damn it Vegeta, what's with you? You come in here, pissed beyond hell, beat the shit out of us and then act as if nothing was bothering you!" Bulma yelled. "It's not like it'd kill you to tell every once in a while what the hell's going on! Please, let me know what's bothering you- I don't want you to bottle it up inside and explode one of these days."
"Oh, how touching, the little onna's concerned for me." Vegeta smirked.
" Hai, but it will soon go away if you keep me in the dark in the future." Bulma replied, before turning towards the doors, intending to get lunch from Chi chi.
Vegeta's smirk faltered; he hadn't expected her to admit that, he'd only said it to bait her into one of those verbal spars that he was coming to love so much. Not that he could deny the small boost in his already extremely large ego that had come from the comment.
"Oh, and Vegeta," Bulma said, pausing at the door, " don't get yourself killed- come back in one arrogant piece."