A/N- Alright, I know. I should have updated sooner. Sorry. I was deciding
what I was going to do with this fic, since I'm making this up as I go
along. (Vegeta and Mits are now 18)
Disclaimer- I own Mitsuko and Mitsuko alone.
* * is Mits's thoughts ~ ~ is Vegeta's thoughts
********************The First Step Is To Admit It
It had been five years since Mitsuko 'temporarily' moved in with the prince. She would probably move out when she died, seeing that Frieza didn't care what she did. Mits had been thinking long and hard about Raditz. He had said something cruel and nasty about Frieza to her, although it was probably true, she burst out laughing and drove herself to tears. Of course, he said it because Frieza was giving them all a big speech about God knows what, so the both of them got a beating. And so Zarbon hunted down Vegeta, who was eating (of course), and dragged him to Frieza, and he got a beating. "You're their prince, teach them some discipline. Otherwise, you will continue to pay the price, am I clear?" Vegeta would always nod and spit at the floor once Frieza had left. It wasn't right that he had to pay for their mistakes. But he was usually fine, and this time, his arm had snapped in three places. And he had not gotten back from the infirmary yet.
"Raditz can be such a moron sometimes," Mitsuko said aloud. "Damn him. He always says the wrong things at the wrong time." Her stomach growled. She slid off of the bed and walked towards the door with only the slightest limp. She was headed to the mess hall to get some lunch, but her thoughts were intruded. She could swear that there were people talking, but she was alone in he long corridor. Mits looked around and spotted something, a shadow cast from. Dodoria! It didn't take long for her to realize that she was in front of Frieza's quarters and the door was slightly open. She could hear them talking quietly, as not to be inconveniently over heard.
"I think he has a thing for her," Dodoria said with a chuckle.
"No shit, Sherlock. That's why he has gradually been going soft. His work is becoming sloppy and he is taking too many risks," Zarbon said, oblivious to Mitsuko's presence.
"Boys, boys. Settle down. I, too, have noticed all of these things and I agree that something must be done, but when has he let us down before?" Frieza smirked. "After all, wouldn't it be kind of suspicious if one of us randomly killed the girl?"
Zarbon nodded. "I agree. But they're only stupid Monkeys, I mean, I really don't think that they'll be able to find out it was us."
"No, Lord Frieza has a point. Maybe the other two Monkeys are stupid, but Vegeta isn't like them."
*Oh my God! They're talking about us. This can't be good.*
"Since they've remained loyal to me, I'll give them a few more months. If Vegeta really does love Mitsuko, then I'll have to step in and take matters into my own hands." Zarbon and Dodoria bowed their heads and turned towards the door. Mitsuko, who was now in shock, returned to her original task, to go and find some food.
*How could he know that Vegeta and I.* "Mits! Over here!" Mitsuko turned around. There was Vegeta, sitting by himself, stuffing his face again. His arm was in a sling and he looked as if he was in pain.
"Didn't you already eat today?" Mits grabbed something off his plate, knowing that he wouldn't mind.
"Yeah, kind of. But I was so rudely interrupted by the 'High and Mighty Zarbon', and then I needed to get my arm fixed.
"Oh. Sorry about that."
"Eh, no problem."
It was nearly midnight and neither of the two Saiyan roomies were asleep. Something was bothering the both of them, though. For Vegeta it was his arm. And Mitsuko. It was the conversation she had heard earlier that day. *Is what they say true?*
~Damn, this thing is so itchy.~ Vegeta was still scratching at his sore arm, as he had been for the past hour or so.
"Vegeta. Have you ever considered the possibility of us ever being.more than friends?" Mits asked warily. He simply stopped scratching and rolled over to look at her. She was serious. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "Like possibly mates or something."she added slowly. He had to think about that. "Tell me the truth."
Vegeta sighed. "Yeah, actually." He sighed again. "Well, I guess the first step is too admit it. I have for about a year now, I suppose."
A/N- Did it suck that bad? Well, I don't like Mitsuko for some reason. Can you tell? Sorry about the 'me not updating' phase. I found some really good fics and I read them, then my mom made get off the computer because it is 'taking over my life'.
Disclaimer- I own Mitsuko and Mitsuko alone.
* * is Mits's thoughts ~ ~ is Vegeta's thoughts
********************The First Step Is To Admit It
It had been five years since Mitsuko 'temporarily' moved in with the prince. She would probably move out when she died, seeing that Frieza didn't care what she did. Mits had been thinking long and hard about Raditz. He had said something cruel and nasty about Frieza to her, although it was probably true, she burst out laughing and drove herself to tears. Of course, he said it because Frieza was giving them all a big speech about God knows what, so the both of them got a beating. And so Zarbon hunted down Vegeta, who was eating (of course), and dragged him to Frieza, and he got a beating. "You're their prince, teach them some discipline. Otherwise, you will continue to pay the price, am I clear?" Vegeta would always nod and spit at the floor once Frieza had left. It wasn't right that he had to pay for their mistakes. But he was usually fine, and this time, his arm had snapped in three places. And he had not gotten back from the infirmary yet.
"Raditz can be such a moron sometimes," Mitsuko said aloud. "Damn him. He always says the wrong things at the wrong time." Her stomach growled. She slid off of the bed and walked towards the door with only the slightest limp. She was headed to the mess hall to get some lunch, but her thoughts were intruded. She could swear that there were people talking, but she was alone in he long corridor. Mits looked around and spotted something, a shadow cast from. Dodoria! It didn't take long for her to realize that she was in front of Frieza's quarters and the door was slightly open. She could hear them talking quietly, as not to be inconveniently over heard.
"I think he has a thing for her," Dodoria said with a chuckle.
"No shit, Sherlock. That's why he has gradually been going soft. His work is becoming sloppy and he is taking too many risks," Zarbon said, oblivious to Mitsuko's presence.
"Boys, boys. Settle down. I, too, have noticed all of these things and I agree that something must be done, but when has he let us down before?" Frieza smirked. "After all, wouldn't it be kind of suspicious if one of us randomly killed the girl?"
Zarbon nodded. "I agree. But they're only stupid Monkeys, I mean, I really don't think that they'll be able to find out it was us."
"No, Lord Frieza has a point. Maybe the other two Monkeys are stupid, but Vegeta isn't like them."
*Oh my God! They're talking about us. This can't be good.*
"Since they've remained loyal to me, I'll give them a few more months. If Vegeta really does love Mitsuko, then I'll have to step in and take matters into my own hands." Zarbon and Dodoria bowed their heads and turned towards the door. Mitsuko, who was now in shock, returned to her original task, to go and find some food.
*How could he know that Vegeta and I.* "Mits! Over here!" Mitsuko turned around. There was Vegeta, sitting by himself, stuffing his face again. His arm was in a sling and he looked as if he was in pain.
"Didn't you already eat today?" Mits grabbed something off his plate, knowing that he wouldn't mind.
"Yeah, kind of. But I was so rudely interrupted by the 'High and Mighty Zarbon', and then I needed to get my arm fixed.
"Oh. Sorry about that."
"Eh, no problem."
It was nearly midnight and neither of the two Saiyan roomies were asleep. Something was bothering the both of them, though. For Vegeta it was his arm. And Mitsuko. It was the conversation she had heard earlier that day. *Is what they say true?*
~Damn, this thing is so itchy.~ Vegeta was still scratching at his sore arm, as he had been for the past hour or so.
"Vegeta. Have you ever considered the possibility of us ever being.more than friends?" Mits asked warily. He simply stopped scratching and rolled over to look at her. She was serious. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off. "Like possibly mates or something."she added slowly. He had to think about that. "Tell me the truth."
Vegeta sighed. "Yeah, actually." He sighed again. "Well, I guess the first step is too admit it. I have for about a year now, I suppose."
A/N- Did it suck that bad? Well, I don't like Mitsuko for some reason. Can you tell? Sorry about the 'me not updating' phase. I found some really good fics and I read them, then my mom made get off the computer because it is 'taking over my life'.