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Last Chapter: Seven plays catch-up with Dad, Jared learns of Seven's feelings, and a large scary
fleet of dark ships looms on the horizon. Wow. Things are getting interesting!
Honorbound
Chapter 3
The lab had a lot of beeping whistling and buzzing machinery. Jared Vegeta didn't
understand a lot of what the machines in this room were for, and was getting rather bored watching the scientists mull over the small metal box that lay on the counter before them. They said that it had the ability to detect a DNA signature even if it was on the other side of the planet. Jared was hopeful that they were right, but he still had to be there to see if it would actually do as they proposed. After a time of waiting, Jared started to walk around the lab, looking at this beeping device here, poking at this other device there. Finally, to break the silence at the other end of the room, one of the labcoats turned around, whispering to his partner.
"Do you suppose that General Kale's told his lordship about what he saw earlier? He didn't seem so eager to share the news, or so I heard."
"I don't know, saiyan," the other countered. "Kale's lackeys couldn't tell their tails from a hole in the ground. But, I imagine that Kale would have told him ..."
"Told me what?," Jared who'd snuck up behind them, asked as innocent as he could muster.
"Err .... about the fleet of alien ships that General Kale had seen this day." the labcoat swished his tail nervously, he felt it was better to be honest than try to make up some falsehood that would cost his life.
"The fleet. Yes, I knew." Actually, he didn't, but he wanted to reward this man by not getting angry with him. A fleet of alien ships?? Maybe they know what happened to his friend.
"Sire," the saiyan pushed his glasses back onto his nose. "By your leave, we can test this device." Jared nodded.
A few minutes later, in the large open courtyards of the palace, one of the two labcoats set the device gently on the ground, the other quietly wringing his hands. The labcoat that tended the machine pressed a series of buttons on it and stepped back. The machine's top opened a portal, sent up a small dish, and began to ping as the dish began to rotate slowly. Jared watched it turn both fascinated and expectant. His eyes never left the small thing, and his thoughts willed it to find that which he sought.
However, after two full rotations, the dish stopped. It buzzed negatively, alerting to the labcoats that nothing had been found. One labcoat audibly gulped.
"What!" Jared stared at the two men. "What does that mean? Did it find her?"
The labcoat that had pressed the buttons on it slowly went pale. He put a hand to his head and ran his fingers though his thinning hair.
"No. Sire. It didn't find any- " Jared's fist was suddenly wrapped around the fabric of the labcoat's collar, making it very hard to breathe. Jared was now nose to nose with the older man, growling.
"Then your equipment is obviously faulty! You will run the test again." He stared into the scientist's eyes for a few moments longer, to be sure his instruction was understood. Jared slowly let the man go after he considered and nodded carefully, albeit painfully. The other labcoat had suddenly vanished, either sure of the first man's ability or wanting no part of the violence. The former was true the man would later claim.
Jared watched as the dish was reset and the scientist had retyped the instructions into the panel. Like before, a door on the surface of the thing opened up, the dish reemerged and began its slow revolution. Jared's gaze passed between the labcoat, now smoothing the front of the jacket and clearing his throat, and the machine, finally completing its cycle. Again, it proclaimed the buzzing that seemed to register that nothing was found.
"It lies, you baka!" Jared was starting to acknowledge the possibility that it didn't. She had to be on the planet. Unless she no longer lived. But that was not something he was prepared to face at the moment.
"I'm afraid not, highness," the scientist quivered quietly. However, Jared's eyes narrowed as he asked the question that nagged at his mind.
"If . . . for some reason she did not live, would it . . . find her?"
"Yes Sire, it would. Even if death had occurred it would still pick up her DNA
signature." Then the older saiyan looked down, suddenly thoughtful. "Then possibly, she is not on the planet? But then, how could that be?" He looked up at his lord, but all he could see was a cloud of dust where the prince had stood. Chest heaving, and wearing an evil smirk, Vegeta arrived in the hangar. With one glance he saw the door to the livery. The small room was lined shelves from floor to celing. On every shelf were neatly arranged xplor suits of every size and rank-color. Vegeta paused for a moment until his elite rank-color met his eye and found his size. He turned behind him and closed the door. No sense in letting anyone find him here. Kale would probably
tell him about how he should be on the planet in case he had to lead his people to war. But as Jared pulled off his upper armor, he caught his reflection in a nearby mirror. Looking at himself, he mused that what he saw could have been any number of young saiyan men. Strong muscles chiseled onto his body told volumes of the hard training he'd endured over the years. And that's what marked him as more than just a regular warrior. But something else stuck out in his mind. What in the name of the Empire does she see in you, Jared?, he asked his reverse image. What does she see? But it had no answer for him. He finished pulling on the xplor suit and headed for the outer door. The suit he wore was a little heavier than his normal training gear, but it was well within his capacity to handle. Arriving at the great metal doors that would normally launch a hundred battle craft into the skies of Vegeta, the prince pulled his arms close to his body, bent his knees and then leaped vertically, careening up towards the stars.
About a thousand or so feet from the ground, he reorients and heads away from the palace at full speed, a white trail of vaporized clouds forming his wake. About twenty minutes later, sure that he had outflown the palace's detection system, he again reoriented again and aimed straight up. After pressing the faceplate release button, he adjusted his gloves and boots, assuring himself that the vacuum of space wouldn't take their toll of his extremities. He blasted straight up again.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! I promise the next one will be longer! Please review!
Last Chapter: Seven plays catch-up with Dad, Jared learns of Seven's feelings, and a large scary
fleet of dark ships looms on the horizon. Wow. Things are getting interesting!
Honorbound
Chapter 3
The lab had a lot of beeping whistling and buzzing machinery. Jared Vegeta didn't
understand a lot of what the machines in this room were for, and was getting rather bored watching the scientists mull over the small metal box that lay on the counter before them. They said that it had the ability to detect a DNA signature even if it was on the other side of the planet. Jared was hopeful that they were right, but he still had to be there to see if it would actually do as they proposed. After a time of waiting, Jared started to walk around the lab, looking at this beeping device here, poking at this other device there. Finally, to break the silence at the other end of the room, one of the labcoats turned around, whispering to his partner.
"Do you suppose that General Kale's told his lordship about what he saw earlier? He didn't seem so eager to share the news, or so I heard."
"I don't know, saiyan," the other countered. "Kale's lackeys couldn't tell their tails from a hole in the ground. But, I imagine that Kale would have told him ..."
"Told me what?," Jared who'd snuck up behind them, asked as innocent as he could muster.
"Err .... about the fleet of alien ships that General Kale had seen this day." the labcoat swished his tail nervously, he felt it was better to be honest than try to make up some falsehood that would cost his life.
"The fleet. Yes, I knew." Actually, he didn't, but he wanted to reward this man by not getting angry with him. A fleet of alien ships?? Maybe they know what happened to his friend.
"Sire," the saiyan pushed his glasses back onto his nose. "By your leave, we can test this device." Jared nodded.
A few minutes later, in the large open courtyards of the palace, one of the two labcoats set the device gently on the ground, the other quietly wringing his hands. The labcoat that tended the machine pressed a series of buttons on it and stepped back. The machine's top opened a portal, sent up a small dish, and began to ping as the dish began to rotate slowly. Jared watched it turn both fascinated and expectant. His eyes never left the small thing, and his thoughts willed it to find that which he sought.
However, after two full rotations, the dish stopped. It buzzed negatively, alerting to the labcoats that nothing had been found. One labcoat audibly gulped.
"What!" Jared stared at the two men. "What does that mean? Did it find her?"
The labcoat that had pressed the buttons on it slowly went pale. He put a hand to his head and ran his fingers though his thinning hair.
"No. Sire. It didn't find any- " Jared's fist was suddenly wrapped around the fabric of the labcoat's collar, making it very hard to breathe. Jared was now nose to nose with the older man, growling.
"Then your equipment is obviously faulty! You will run the test again." He stared into the scientist's eyes for a few moments longer, to be sure his instruction was understood. Jared slowly let the man go after he considered and nodded carefully, albeit painfully. The other labcoat had suddenly vanished, either sure of the first man's ability or wanting no part of the violence. The former was true the man would later claim.
Jared watched as the dish was reset and the scientist had retyped the instructions into the panel. Like before, a door on the surface of the thing opened up, the dish reemerged and began its slow revolution. Jared's gaze passed between the labcoat, now smoothing the front of the jacket and clearing his throat, and the machine, finally completing its cycle. Again, it proclaimed the buzzing that seemed to register that nothing was found.
"It lies, you baka!" Jared was starting to acknowledge the possibility that it didn't. She had to be on the planet. Unless she no longer lived. But that was not something he was prepared to face at the moment.
"I'm afraid not, highness," the scientist quivered quietly. However, Jared's eyes narrowed as he asked the question that nagged at his mind.
"If . . . for some reason she did not live, would it . . . find her?"
"Yes Sire, it would. Even if death had occurred it would still pick up her DNA
signature." Then the older saiyan looked down, suddenly thoughtful. "Then possibly, she is not on the planet? But then, how could that be?" He looked up at his lord, but all he could see was a cloud of dust where the prince had stood. Chest heaving, and wearing an evil smirk, Vegeta arrived in the hangar. With one glance he saw the door to the livery. The small room was lined shelves from floor to celing. On every shelf were neatly arranged xplor suits of every size and rank-color. Vegeta paused for a moment until his elite rank-color met his eye and found his size. He turned behind him and closed the door. No sense in letting anyone find him here. Kale would probably
tell him about how he should be on the planet in case he had to lead his people to war. But as Jared pulled off his upper armor, he caught his reflection in a nearby mirror. Looking at himself, he mused that what he saw could have been any number of young saiyan men. Strong muscles chiseled onto his body told volumes of the hard training he'd endured over the years. And that's what marked him as more than just a regular warrior. But something else stuck out in his mind. What in the name of the Empire does she see in you, Jared?, he asked his reverse image. What does she see? But it had no answer for him. He finished pulling on the xplor suit and headed for the outer door. The suit he wore was a little heavier than his normal training gear, but it was well within his capacity to handle. Arriving at the great metal doors that would normally launch a hundred battle craft into the skies of Vegeta, the prince pulled his arms close to his body, bent his knees and then leaped vertically, careening up towards the stars.
About a thousand or so feet from the ground, he reorients and heads away from the palace at full speed, a white trail of vaporized clouds forming his wake. About twenty minutes later, sure that he had outflown the palace's detection system, he again reoriented again and aimed straight up. After pressing the faceplate release button, he adjusted his gloves and boots, assuring himself that the vacuum of space wouldn't take their toll of his extremities. He blasted straight up again.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! I promise the next one will be longer! Please review!