A/N: Alrighty, I'm back and am updating sooner than I expected.
Cat: Yeah, our school had a "snow" day because of this sheet of ice that is covering everything.
AG: Yep. Anywho, I'm not going into detail 'cause I wanna start the fic. Cat would you do the honors.
Cat: I would, *trying to fix the floor* but it might end in tragedy.
AG: Aw Catty, it was an accident. Just think of it this way, now we have an express drop box. ^^
Cat: *looks up hopefully* Ya think?
AG: Sure, now do the disclaimer so the nice reviewers can read and REVIEW. Hehehe. Anyway with that said, please lets start the fic.
Cat: Okay--- AG or I don't own DBZ. So there :P
AG: *sarcastically* gee, she certainly has a way with words doesn't she? Now on with the fic!
***
Bra knocked on the door and walked in. She was wearing a red dress that was similar to Angels only it didn't have any straps. Her hair was up in a bunch of curls at the top of her head and two red clips held her bangs up and out of her face. She was indeed wearing heels, black, and they suited her. Angel smiled as her friend walked in.
"You look great."
"So do you, if I do say so myself." She grinned, "Oh, Trunks wanted me to give this to you, he said it was yours."
Bra tossed Angel her flute. But suddenly she got serious. Angel put her flute down and took the hint and listened.
"Now, daddy has a friend over, that will make him cockier than ever." She said slowly. "Plus he's already mad at Trunks for not being able to find that Angel bandit."
Angel laughed nervously. Bra raised an eyebrow, not quite following why Krista was laughing.
"Anyway, just try to stay out of his way but don't be too polite or he'll think you're weak."
Angel nodded understanding already that Vegeta wasn't an easy man to impress.
"You'll be sitting next to Trunks because you're his guest, just wait for him he'll escort you to the table." Bra winked and Angel blushed.
They started walking down the hall until Angel thought of something.
"Who is your father having over?" She asked Bra, she knew it was rude but she was curious.
"Just a friend of the family's, his name is Goku."
Angel nearly fell over.
"Who?"
Bra stopped with her and gave her a weird look.
"His name is Goku---"
"Son Goku? Angel cut in.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"I've heard of him." She answered in a shaky voice. Angel looked up at her, she could see that Bra was concerned.
"Umm, you know what Bra why don't you just tell me where the dinning hall is and I'll meet you there-I, uh, just remembered that I left something in my room."
Bra looked convinced and pointed out where to go and who to see for questions. Angel ran back to her room and shut the door hard behind her. She sat up against the bed and closed her eyes.
/Pan?/
//Angel?//
Angel sighed trying to think this thing through.
/Pan, why did you fail to explain to me that your family knows the king?/
//It just didn't seem important, why?//
Angel sighed and told Pan everything that happened up till now, but Pan was laughing.
//You? In a dress? HA! I wish I were there to see it.//
/Pan this is serious! Goku knows me as Angel not Krista remember?/ Pan stopped laughing.
//Oh, I didn't even think about that.//
/Yeah, I can't go there now if he's gonna tell everyone who I am!/
//I'll send him a message, just wait okay? It'll be fine.//
Angel waited as her friend closed their link. In a few minutes she was back.
//Okay, Goku understands. He's gonna pretend like he doesn't know you so just introduce yourself as Krista.//
/Thanks Panny, you know I would hug you if I could./
//Sure. And let me know how it's going, they say the prince is pretty darn handsome.//
/Pan, I did this so he wouldn't suspect me!/
//Right, well let me know anyway.//
Angel smiled and got up to leave. She stopped though and remembered that she had told Bra that she needed to get something. Just for the sake of argument she picked up her flute and following Bra's directions she found the dinning hall with ease. When she entered only the Queen, Bra and Trunks were there. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then Trunks looked up at her when Bra pointed her way. Trunks looked shocked, but in a good way. She took a deep breath and walked up to them. Politely she turned to the queen.
"Your majesty." She curtsied. Bulma smiled.
"You don't have to do that unless my husband is around." Angel smiled back.
"Mother, this is Krista." Trunks offered. He was stunned; and was suddenly glad to have a sister like Bra.
"How come you went to get your flute Krista?" Bra asked.
"It just calms me down, I must confess that I was a bit nervous."
Trunks smiled at her and suddenly, her problems didn't seem that bad. The queen smiled reassuringly and asked,
"Would you play something for us while we're waiting?"
Angel was taken a back by the question; she never really played for an audience before. Trunks nodded and added,
"How about the song you played at the waterfall?"
Angel shook her head, "No, that song isn't appropriate here."
Trunks cocked his head to one side, unsure of what she meant. Instead she brought the flute to her lips and played a slightly faster song. It was a joyful upbeat tune, which made you want to dance. The notes rolled over each other blending the song together. Even the servants paused a moment to listen and she smiled at the gesture. She was glad to bring with her a little something that could make people happy.
***
"Do you hear that Kakrott?'
"Yeah, I do." He replied to his friend on the way to the dinning hall. He had heard that song before, Angel had taught his granddaughter Pan to play that on a small wooden flute.
"What's the matter Kakarott? Still sore after you let me pummel you into the ground a few minutes ago?"
"Hehehe, yeah, I guess I was just thinking."
"Well then, you better stop before you hurt yourself." He answered sarcastically.
Goku put his hand on the back of his head and laughed.
"You know Vegeta you're probably right."
They entered the room and saw a girl in a light blue dress playing a flute for Bulma, Bra and Trunks. Vegeta recognized the tune as well.
*Flashback*
Vegeta pulled his cloak tighter as he surpressed his ki and hid by a bush. A woman and a small girl were in the market; they had gotten sloppy.
Vegeta watched as the woman played a fast tune on a small wooden flute. Next to her the girl was spinning and twirling to her mothers song and the villagers were clapping and laughing as they watched.
"Fools," he hissed under his breath addressing the villagers, then turned back to his guards.
"Follow them, find out where they go when they leave town, tonight we take them."
*End flashback*
He blinked, the music had stopped and Goku was stupidly waving his hands infront of Vegeta's face.
"You whooo, veggie head!"
Vegeta growled in his throat. "Don't ever call me that again Kakarott or I will obliterate your simple life."
Goku grinned stupidly again and put his hand on the back of his head.
"Hey, I knew that would get your attention."
Vegeta looked up to see his son, daughter, and wife approach them. The girl had her arm linked through Trunk's and a calm expression was plastered on her face. When they arrived Bulma went to stand by her husband and Trunks stepped forward.
"Father, this is Krista." He held out her hand and she curtsied gracefully. Vegeta nodded and she stood back up. He noted what a fool his son was.
"That was an interesting song, Krista, where ever did you learn it?" Vegeta could see her eyes narrow for a split second before she answered calmly,
"My mother taught me."
If she had had any recollection of the night her mother died, she would have thought of something else to say. In that instant Vegeta knew who she really was, the one he was after, Angel. But instead of exposing her now, he thought it might be better if he played along. It would certainly make things interesting. He noted the ribbon on her ankle and realized it must conceal her tattoo.
"Well Krista, this is Kakarott, more commonly known as Son Goku."
Angel smiled quickly at Goku and extended her hand. He shook it and smiled.
"Hello sir, I'm Krista it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Goku and her locked eyes as if sharing a secret know one else could hear. Then finally they all sat down to eat.
For the duration of the dinner Vegeta kept staring at Krista. Trunks noticed this and wondered what his father knew that he didn't. He was getting uneasy; his dad was being a little too nice for comfort.
Angel ate in utter silence, thinking to herself. 'He knows something.' She thought. She looked up and caught the king's gaze. It seemed to say, 'Yes, yes I do.' She was suddenly frightened, not that she would be exposed, that she'd never see Trunks again. If the king knew who she really was, she'd have to leave and fast. But she didn't want to leave, she liked it here. She liked being with Trunks, and even Bra. Here she could be herself, not the cold, ruthless bandit she was thought to be.
She stood up suddenly and banged her knees on the table, she winced and everyone else jumped. Vegeta watched her with an amused look on his face.
"Krista are you all right?" Trunks asked standing up as well.
She didn't reply at first, just held onto the table for support. She couldn't leave him, she couldn't. But she did need time to think.
"Yes." She said finally, never taking her eyes off the king. "Would you excuse me?"
Trunks nodded and she backed away from the table slowly.
"Your highness." She curtsied, trying to sound sweet and failing miserably.
Vegeta nodded and went back to eating, as did everyone else. But Trunks stood there a moment more watching her go. He could tell she was afraid of something, but he knew when people just wanted to be alone and sat back down.
Light conversation floated around the table but Trunks ate in silence. His sister noticed this and nudged him out of his trance. He looked up at her and she questioned him with her eyes. He just shook his head and tried to eat but he had lost his appetite and got up slowly.
"I think I'm going to have to pass up dessert, it was nice to see you again Goku."
Goku smiled and once again everyone resumed eating dinner. Vegeta watched his son leave with a mischievous look in his eyes.
*Midnight*
"Yes your highness?" Asked the guard Vegeta had called out this evening.
"She's here." Vegeta said coldly.
The mans eyes widened and he shrank back into the shadows with his king.
"My lord I-" Vegeta held up a hand to silence him.
"Here is what you need to do."
***
A/N: O.O ooo, another cliffie. I'm so bad at that! Anywho next time Vegeta and the guards form a plan. Will they find a way to capture Angel? Next chappie will probably be a Trunks and Angel on the town sort of thing to relieve some suspense. Stay tuned, and I'm feeling short on love, I have barely gotten any new reviews. Please review! ^^
Cat: Yeah, we need something to fill this hole. *points to the hole in the floor*
AG: -_-;
Cat: Yeah, our school had a "snow" day because of this sheet of ice that is covering everything.
AG: Yep. Anywho, I'm not going into detail 'cause I wanna start the fic. Cat would you do the honors.
Cat: I would, *trying to fix the floor* but it might end in tragedy.
AG: Aw Catty, it was an accident. Just think of it this way, now we have an express drop box. ^^
Cat: *looks up hopefully* Ya think?
AG: Sure, now do the disclaimer so the nice reviewers can read and REVIEW. Hehehe. Anyway with that said, please lets start the fic.
Cat: Okay--- AG or I don't own DBZ. So there :P
AG: *sarcastically* gee, she certainly has a way with words doesn't she? Now on with the fic!
***
Bra knocked on the door and walked in. She was wearing a red dress that was similar to Angels only it didn't have any straps. Her hair was up in a bunch of curls at the top of her head and two red clips held her bangs up and out of her face. She was indeed wearing heels, black, and they suited her. Angel smiled as her friend walked in.
"You look great."
"So do you, if I do say so myself." She grinned, "Oh, Trunks wanted me to give this to you, he said it was yours."
Bra tossed Angel her flute. But suddenly she got serious. Angel put her flute down and took the hint and listened.
"Now, daddy has a friend over, that will make him cockier than ever." She said slowly. "Plus he's already mad at Trunks for not being able to find that Angel bandit."
Angel laughed nervously. Bra raised an eyebrow, not quite following why Krista was laughing.
"Anyway, just try to stay out of his way but don't be too polite or he'll think you're weak."
Angel nodded understanding already that Vegeta wasn't an easy man to impress.
"You'll be sitting next to Trunks because you're his guest, just wait for him he'll escort you to the table." Bra winked and Angel blushed.
They started walking down the hall until Angel thought of something.
"Who is your father having over?" She asked Bra, she knew it was rude but she was curious.
"Just a friend of the family's, his name is Goku."
Angel nearly fell over.
"Who?"
Bra stopped with her and gave her a weird look.
"His name is Goku---"
"Son Goku? Angel cut in.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"I've heard of him." She answered in a shaky voice. Angel looked up at her, she could see that Bra was concerned.
"Umm, you know what Bra why don't you just tell me where the dinning hall is and I'll meet you there-I, uh, just remembered that I left something in my room."
Bra looked convinced and pointed out where to go and who to see for questions. Angel ran back to her room and shut the door hard behind her. She sat up against the bed and closed her eyes.
/Pan?/
//Angel?//
Angel sighed trying to think this thing through.
/Pan, why did you fail to explain to me that your family knows the king?/
//It just didn't seem important, why?//
Angel sighed and told Pan everything that happened up till now, but Pan was laughing.
//You? In a dress? HA! I wish I were there to see it.//
/Pan this is serious! Goku knows me as Angel not Krista remember?/ Pan stopped laughing.
//Oh, I didn't even think about that.//
/Yeah, I can't go there now if he's gonna tell everyone who I am!/
//I'll send him a message, just wait okay? It'll be fine.//
Angel waited as her friend closed their link. In a few minutes she was back.
//Okay, Goku understands. He's gonna pretend like he doesn't know you so just introduce yourself as Krista.//
/Thanks Panny, you know I would hug you if I could./
//Sure. And let me know how it's going, they say the prince is pretty darn handsome.//
/Pan, I did this so he wouldn't suspect me!/
//Right, well let me know anyway.//
Angel smiled and got up to leave. She stopped though and remembered that she had told Bra that she needed to get something. Just for the sake of argument she picked up her flute and following Bra's directions she found the dinning hall with ease. When she entered only the Queen, Bra and Trunks were there. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then Trunks looked up at her when Bra pointed her way. Trunks looked shocked, but in a good way. She took a deep breath and walked up to them. Politely she turned to the queen.
"Your majesty." She curtsied. Bulma smiled.
"You don't have to do that unless my husband is around." Angel smiled back.
"Mother, this is Krista." Trunks offered. He was stunned; and was suddenly glad to have a sister like Bra.
"How come you went to get your flute Krista?" Bra asked.
"It just calms me down, I must confess that I was a bit nervous."
Trunks smiled at her and suddenly, her problems didn't seem that bad. The queen smiled reassuringly and asked,
"Would you play something for us while we're waiting?"
Angel was taken a back by the question; she never really played for an audience before. Trunks nodded and added,
"How about the song you played at the waterfall?"
Angel shook her head, "No, that song isn't appropriate here."
Trunks cocked his head to one side, unsure of what she meant. Instead she brought the flute to her lips and played a slightly faster song. It was a joyful upbeat tune, which made you want to dance. The notes rolled over each other blending the song together. Even the servants paused a moment to listen and she smiled at the gesture. She was glad to bring with her a little something that could make people happy.
***
"Do you hear that Kakrott?'
"Yeah, I do." He replied to his friend on the way to the dinning hall. He had heard that song before, Angel had taught his granddaughter Pan to play that on a small wooden flute.
"What's the matter Kakarott? Still sore after you let me pummel you into the ground a few minutes ago?"
"Hehehe, yeah, I guess I was just thinking."
"Well then, you better stop before you hurt yourself." He answered sarcastically.
Goku put his hand on the back of his head and laughed.
"You know Vegeta you're probably right."
They entered the room and saw a girl in a light blue dress playing a flute for Bulma, Bra and Trunks. Vegeta recognized the tune as well.
*Flashback*
Vegeta pulled his cloak tighter as he surpressed his ki and hid by a bush. A woman and a small girl were in the market; they had gotten sloppy.
Vegeta watched as the woman played a fast tune on a small wooden flute. Next to her the girl was spinning and twirling to her mothers song and the villagers were clapping and laughing as they watched.
"Fools," he hissed under his breath addressing the villagers, then turned back to his guards.
"Follow them, find out where they go when they leave town, tonight we take them."
*End flashback*
He blinked, the music had stopped and Goku was stupidly waving his hands infront of Vegeta's face.
"You whooo, veggie head!"
Vegeta growled in his throat. "Don't ever call me that again Kakarott or I will obliterate your simple life."
Goku grinned stupidly again and put his hand on the back of his head.
"Hey, I knew that would get your attention."
Vegeta looked up to see his son, daughter, and wife approach them. The girl had her arm linked through Trunk's and a calm expression was plastered on her face. When they arrived Bulma went to stand by her husband and Trunks stepped forward.
"Father, this is Krista." He held out her hand and she curtsied gracefully. Vegeta nodded and she stood back up. He noted what a fool his son was.
"That was an interesting song, Krista, where ever did you learn it?" Vegeta could see her eyes narrow for a split second before she answered calmly,
"My mother taught me."
If she had had any recollection of the night her mother died, she would have thought of something else to say. In that instant Vegeta knew who she really was, the one he was after, Angel. But instead of exposing her now, he thought it might be better if he played along. It would certainly make things interesting. He noted the ribbon on her ankle and realized it must conceal her tattoo.
"Well Krista, this is Kakarott, more commonly known as Son Goku."
Angel smiled quickly at Goku and extended her hand. He shook it and smiled.
"Hello sir, I'm Krista it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Goku and her locked eyes as if sharing a secret know one else could hear. Then finally they all sat down to eat.
For the duration of the dinner Vegeta kept staring at Krista. Trunks noticed this and wondered what his father knew that he didn't. He was getting uneasy; his dad was being a little too nice for comfort.
Angel ate in utter silence, thinking to herself. 'He knows something.' She thought. She looked up and caught the king's gaze. It seemed to say, 'Yes, yes I do.' She was suddenly frightened, not that she would be exposed, that she'd never see Trunks again. If the king knew who she really was, she'd have to leave and fast. But she didn't want to leave, she liked it here. She liked being with Trunks, and even Bra. Here she could be herself, not the cold, ruthless bandit she was thought to be.
She stood up suddenly and banged her knees on the table, she winced and everyone else jumped. Vegeta watched her with an amused look on his face.
"Krista are you all right?" Trunks asked standing up as well.
She didn't reply at first, just held onto the table for support. She couldn't leave him, she couldn't. But she did need time to think.
"Yes." She said finally, never taking her eyes off the king. "Would you excuse me?"
Trunks nodded and she backed away from the table slowly.
"Your highness." She curtsied, trying to sound sweet and failing miserably.
Vegeta nodded and went back to eating, as did everyone else. But Trunks stood there a moment more watching her go. He could tell she was afraid of something, but he knew when people just wanted to be alone and sat back down.
Light conversation floated around the table but Trunks ate in silence. His sister noticed this and nudged him out of his trance. He looked up at her and she questioned him with her eyes. He just shook his head and tried to eat but he had lost his appetite and got up slowly.
"I think I'm going to have to pass up dessert, it was nice to see you again Goku."
Goku smiled and once again everyone resumed eating dinner. Vegeta watched his son leave with a mischievous look in his eyes.
*Midnight*
"Yes your highness?" Asked the guard Vegeta had called out this evening.
"She's here." Vegeta said coldly.
The mans eyes widened and he shrank back into the shadows with his king.
"My lord I-" Vegeta held up a hand to silence him.
"Here is what you need to do."
***
A/N: O.O ooo, another cliffie. I'm so bad at that! Anywho next time Vegeta and the guards form a plan. Will they find a way to capture Angel? Next chappie will probably be a Trunks and Angel on the town sort of thing to relieve some suspense. Stay tuned, and I'm feeling short on love, I have barely gotten any new reviews. Please review! ^^
Cat: Yeah, we need something to fill this hole. *points to the hole in the floor*
AG: -_-;