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related stuffs. This story belongs to me so please don't copy it unless I
give you permission.
I want to make it clear that all of this chapter takes place in the day after The Banquet. I would also like to make a note on the layout of the buildings. Vegeta's palace is a grand old thing, the center of activity on Vejiitasei, and I may describe it to you sometime but I think it best for now if you use you imagination! Near Vegeta's palace (within walking distance) is a space center and Freeza's ship is currently parked on a landing pad there.
I would like to mention again how much I love getting reviews and ask that if you have any strife with my fic you tell me about it nicely. I want to thank everyone reading my fic and again give a special thanks to Digi fan who has been reading AND reviewing my fic faithfully. I also will give a special thanks to Inuyasha Daw who has been kindly reading my fic as well. I will be updating faithfully every Saturday from now on so no worries about that. But enough of my gibber jabber, I give you SMT, read and enjoy . . .
Saiyan Means Trouble:
Chapter two:
Aftermath
"You seem angry this morning. I assume that last nights activities did not please you." Raditz dodged a punch aimed right at his head.
"You think?" Vegeta replied tartly and pulled back for another attack but ended up dodging a well aimed kick from Raditz.
"Unless you calm down, your anger will prevent you from fighting at maximum efficiency." Raditz informed Vegeta.
"I'm efficient enough to beat you!" Vegeta charged Raditz head on and just as he was about to collide Vegeta shifted, suddenly appearing behind Raditz. Vegeta brought clasped hands down hard on Raditz's shoulder sending him careening into the wall by which Nappa sat nursing a nasty gash on the thigh.
Mocking applause echoed in the silence that followed Vegeta's victory. Vegeta turned towards the source of the sound. Zarbon leaned lightly against the wall and watched as the prince frowned blackly at him.
"You're never going to get any stronger by beating up weaklings," Zarbon said, indicating the discarded Nappa and Raditz. Vegeta knew that Zarbon was Freeza's right hand man. He had never really interacted with the blue- green alien though and was rather surprised to see him. What could Freeza want now? Vegeta had been promised a few days break here before going off to "pacify" any more planets for Freeza. Vegeta knew that he would have to comply with any orders Freeza gave. Vegeta also knew that Zarbon was stronger than him. "You need to fight some one stronger than you."
Vegeta arched one eyebrow, "Is that an invitation?" He charged.
* * * * * * *
"What other matters are there that I must see to immediately?" The king asked with an air of exhaustion. The meeting had been in session for hours now and Vegeta was becoming rather irritated.
"Ah, well sir . . ." the clerk speaking for the council looked around nervously "there is the issue of your son . . ."
King Vegeta shifted in his seat at the mention of his son. "What has the prince done now?"
"Actually sir, it isn't what he has done but rather . . . what he hasn't done . . ."
"Oh? What 'hasn't' he done?" The king asked, his interest pricked.
"Well sir . . . your majesty, the prince is of an age . . ." the nervous clerk started haltingly.
"Get to the point before I lose patience with your stuttering" king Vegeta warned.
The clerk swallowed nervously and gathered his courage to continue the report. "You see sir, the council has decided that it is about time to find a mate for the prince."
Vegeta sat in silence for a moment and then he began to chuckle "Is that all? From the way you were acting one might think that the moon was falling!" His laughter wound down and the king took on a more serious air. "If that is the most pressing issue . . ." the clerk nodded vigorously, "Then this meeting is over. We can discuss my heir's love life the next time we assemble."
* * * * * * *
Vegeta picked himself off the floor for what seemed the thousandth time and spat out some of the blood that had found it's way to his mouth. The prince glared angrily at Zarbon as he adjusted his stance for another attack.
"You need to harness your anger Vegeta. Unless you learn to control it, you anger will control you." Zarbon said and glared back at the young prince.
* * * * * * *
"A mate for the prince?" Freeza's embassador wondered as he made his way to report to Freeza. He walked though the stone halls of the saiyan's palace. Why would that be such a pressing matter? He had been present at the meeting and was rather confused about both the topic and the king's reaction. The embassador passed thought the arched gates that would lead to the landing field where Freeza's ship sulked. Why would it matter whether the prince has a mate or not? It wouldn't unless . . . unless . . . unless the councilors had reason to believe that the prince will soon be claiming the throne! The embassador's foot steps echoed in the hall as he suddenly broke into a run.
* * * * * * *
"So," Freeza slowly sipped a thick blue liquid from a delicate wine glass, his eyes closed, before going on. "You ran all the way here to tell me that the monkeys are up to something," His blood red eyes shot open "And you only know that they are looking for a mate for their prince?"
The nervous embassador oozed sweat as Freeza's eyes flashed ruby death "My lord, the only reason the saiyans would look for a mate for their prince is if they expect something to happen to the king-"
"ENOUGH!" Freeza's delicate face crumpled into a dark scowl and he crushed the wine glass in his hand. With his other hand Freeza gathered his ki and blasted the embassador into the next dimension. The frightened man didn't even have time to scream. Freeza looked at his hand. His cherry tongue darted out to lick at the thick blue liquid mingled with blood that covered his hand.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta crashed to the floor. He coughed out blood and shot daggers from his eyes. "That is enough for today Vegeta." Zarbon walked to the door which hissed open. But before leaving he turned "Vegeta . . . your determination is admirable." The door slid shut behind Zarbon.
The room was still for a moment after Zarbon's exit. Once Nappa and Raditz came back to their senses, they rushed to their prince. Vegeta shooed them back and managed to stand up. "I will be the strongest."
* * * * * * *
"My lord, I was informed that you wished to see me." Zarbon bowed to Freeza. Zarbon had also been informed of Freeza's poor mood and he had no doubt that nothing good would come from this meeting.
"Ah yes Zarbon, it is good of you to come so quickly." Freeza smiled almost pleasantly "I am going to get staight to the point. I was told that you had a sparring session with the prince Vegeta earlier today."
This is not good. Zarbon could not help but feel an ominous air to what Freeza was saying. He feared that Freeza might find out his plans and . . .
"This is good." Freeza said, unaware of Zarbon's thoughts "I want you to get closer to the prince. You will gain his trust . . . and report what you learn back to me." Zarbon felt a wave of relief but also confusion. It made Zarbon uncomfortable that Freeza's orders corresponded so closely with his own agenda. Zarbon was also unsure why he had felt fear and what exactly he had feared.
* * * * * * *
There was a nock on the door. "Enter." Bardok entered at the command of Vegeta and bowed "It is late Bardok and I have had a particularly tiering day. What ever it is this had better be important."
"Forgive me my lord." Bardok bowed again "I have received a disturbing report from our informants on Freeza's ship." Bardok paused to highlight the significance of his words "It appears that Freeza's behaviors are becoming more erratic than ever. It was reported that Freeza's saiyan embassador was seen returning to Freeza's ship with haste after this mornings meeting." Bardok gestured to the landing pad outside on which Freeza's ship was temporarily parked. "It was also reported that the embassador was seen being taken out of Freeza's quarters with a large hole in his chest."
"I didn't particularly like that embassador. I suppose a new one will be appointed." King Vegeta seemed unconcerned about the report. He was actually quite worried. He motioned Bardok to leave. King Vegeta knew that the time for waiting is almost over. The final confrontation is fast approaching. But will prince Vegeta be ready?
I want to make it clear that all of this chapter takes place in the day after The Banquet. I would also like to make a note on the layout of the buildings. Vegeta's palace is a grand old thing, the center of activity on Vejiitasei, and I may describe it to you sometime but I think it best for now if you use you imagination! Near Vegeta's palace (within walking distance) is a space center and Freeza's ship is currently parked on a landing pad there.
I would like to mention again how much I love getting reviews and ask that if you have any strife with my fic you tell me about it nicely. I want to thank everyone reading my fic and again give a special thanks to Digi fan who has been reading AND reviewing my fic faithfully. I also will give a special thanks to Inuyasha Daw who has been kindly reading my fic as well. I will be updating faithfully every Saturday from now on so no worries about that. But enough of my gibber jabber, I give you SMT, read and enjoy . . .
Saiyan Means Trouble:
Chapter two:
Aftermath
"You seem angry this morning. I assume that last nights activities did not please you." Raditz dodged a punch aimed right at his head.
"You think?" Vegeta replied tartly and pulled back for another attack but ended up dodging a well aimed kick from Raditz.
"Unless you calm down, your anger will prevent you from fighting at maximum efficiency." Raditz informed Vegeta.
"I'm efficient enough to beat you!" Vegeta charged Raditz head on and just as he was about to collide Vegeta shifted, suddenly appearing behind Raditz. Vegeta brought clasped hands down hard on Raditz's shoulder sending him careening into the wall by which Nappa sat nursing a nasty gash on the thigh.
Mocking applause echoed in the silence that followed Vegeta's victory. Vegeta turned towards the source of the sound. Zarbon leaned lightly against the wall and watched as the prince frowned blackly at him.
"You're never going to get any stronger by beating up weaklings," Zarbon said, indicating the discarded Nappa and Raditz. Vegeta knew that Zarbon was Freeza's right hand man. He had never really interacted with the blue- green alien though and was rather surprised to see him. What could Freeza want now? Vegeta had been promised a few days break here before going off to "pacify" any more planets for Freeza. Vegeta knew that he would have to comply with any orders Freeza gave. Vegeta also knew that Zarbon was stronger than him. "You need to fight some one stronger than you."
Vegeta arched one eyebrow, "Is that an invitation?" He charged.
* * * * * * *
"What other matters are there that I must see to immediately?" The king asked with an air of exhaustion. The meeting had been in session for hours now and Vegeta was becoming rather irritated.
"Ah, well sir . . ." the clerk speaking for the council looked around nervously "there is the issue of your son . . ."
King Vegeta shifted in his seat at the mention of his son. "What has the prince done now?"
"Actually sir, it isn't what he has done but rather . . . what he hasn't done . . ."
"Oh? What 'hasn't' he done?" The king asked, his interest pricked.
"Well sir . . . your majesty, the prince is of an age . . ." the nervous clerk started haltingly.
"Get to the point before I lose patience with your stuttering" king Vegeta warned.
The clerk swallowed nervously and gathered his courage to continue the report. "You see sir, the council has decided that it is about time to find a mate for the prince."
Vegeta sat in silence for a moment and then he began to chuckle "Is that all? From the way you were acting one might think that the moon was falling!" His laughter wound down and the king took on a more serious air. "If that is the most pressing issue . . ." the clerk nodded vigorously, "Then this meeting is over. We can discuss my heir's love life the next time we assemble."
* * * * * * *
Vegeta picked himself off the floor for what seemed the thousandth time and spat out some of the blood that had found it's way to his mouth. The prince glared angrily at Zarbon as he adjusted his stance for another attack.
"You need to harness your anger Vegeta. Unless you learn to control it, you anger will control you." Zarbon said and glared back at the young prince.
* * * * * * *
"A mate for the prince?" Freeza's embassador wondered as he made his way to report to Freeza. He walked though the stone halls of the saiyan's palace. Why would that be such a pressing matter? He had been present at the meeting and was rather confused about both the topic and the king's reaction. The embassador passed thought the arched gates that would lead to the landing field where Freeza's ship sulked. Why would it matter whether the prince has a mate or not? It wouldn't unless . . . unless . . . unless the councilors had reason to believe that the prince will soon be claiming the throne! The embassador's foot steps echoed in the hall as he suddenly broke into a run.
* * * * * * *
"So," Freeza slowly sipped a thick blue liquid from a delicate wine glass, his eyes closed, before going on. "You ran all the way here to tell me that the monkeys are up to something," His blood red eyes shot open "And you only know that they are looking for a mate for their prince?"
The nervous embassador oozed sweat as Freeza's eyes flashed ruby death "My lord, the only reason the saiyans would look for a mate for their prince is if they expect something to happen to the king-"
"ENOUGH!" Freeza's delicate face crumpled into a dark scowl and he crushed the wine glass in his hand. With his other hand Freeza gathered his ki and blasted the embassador into the next dimension. The frightened man didn't even have time to scream. Freeza looked at his hand. His cherry tongue darted out to lick at the thick blue liquid mingled with blood that covered his hand.
* * * * * * *
Vegeta crashed to the floor. He coughed out blood and shot daggers from his eyes. "That is enough for today Vegeta." Zarbon walked to the door which hissed open. But before leaving he turned "Vegeta . . . your determination is admirable." The door slid shut behind Zarbon.
The room was still for a moment after Zarbon's exit. Once Nappa and Raditz came back to their senses, they rushed to their prince. Vegeta shooed them back and managed to stand up. "I will be the strongest."
* * * * * * *
"My lord, I was informed that you wished to see me." Zarbon bowed to Freeza. Zarbon had also been informed of Freeza's poor mood and he had no doubt that nothing good would come from this meeting.
"Ah yes Zarbon, it is good of you to come so quickly." Freeza smiled almost pleasantly "I am going to get staight to the point. I was told that you had a sparring session with the prince Vegeta earlier today."
This is not good. Zarbon could not help but feel an ominous air to what Freeza was saying. He feared that Freeza might find out his plans and . . .
"This is good." Freeza said, unaware of Zarbon's thoughts "I want you to get closer to the prince. You will gain his trust . . . and report what you learn back to me." Zarbon felt a wave of relief but also confusion. It made Zarbon uncomfortable that Freeza's orders corresponded so closely with his own agenda. Zarbon was also unsure why he had felt fear and what exactly he had feared.
* * * * * * *
There was a nock on the door. "Enter." Bardok entered at the command of Vegeta and bowed "It is late Bardok and I have had a particularly tiering day. What ever it is this had better be important."
"Forgive me my lord." Bardok bowed again "I have received a disturbing report from our informants on Freeza's ship." Bardok paused to highlight the significance of his words "It appears that Freeza's behaviors are becoming more erratic than ever. It was reported that Freeza's saiyan embassador was seen returning to Freeza's ship with haste after this mornings meeting." Bardok gestured to the landing pad outside on which Freeza's ship was temporarily parked. "It was also reported that the embassador was seen being taken out of Freeza's quarters with a large hole in his chest."
"I didn't particularly like that embassador. I suppose a new one will be appointed." King Vegeta seemed unconcerned about the report. He was actually quite worried. He motioned Bardok to leave. King Vegeta knew that the time for waiting is almost over. The final confrontation is fast approaching. But will prince Vegeta be ready?
