Princess

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By ムウンダンテレダ・フェバレンタイン

Chapter Three- The Meeting

            The Saiya-jin ship sped through the Milky Way, King Vegeta sitting calmly on the bridge, with his classic smirk plastered on his face.  A servant approached him timidly, a chalice in his hand,

            "S-Sir?" He said a little too shakily.  Vegeta grabbed his wine and ignored the man who went scuttling off anyway.

            "Zarbon, come and have a toast with your King," He grinned triumphantly and the general strolled over.

            "You're quite confident, sire.  I wonder if his majesty knows something the rest of us don't…?" He asked speculatively, careful not to insult the King.  But Vegeta only laughed,

            "Zarbon, worry not.   We've already won." He stopped laughing and sipped his wine quietly, gazing at the stars and planets on the view screen. The lizard-like warrior frowned slightly—he didn't like it when Vegeta got like this… he was so cocky.  One could never tell what the hell was going on when you served a king with an ego bigger than the size of your own planet. 

            "Sire?" He asked slowly.  Vegeta didn't look at him; just smirked again.

            "I will kill Kold.  The Prince will take care of his brat.  Stop worrying, good general.  Everything is under control." He paused a moment, savoring his wine and closed his eyes briefly.  Then he walked over to the view screen and looked out eagerly, "We'll be coming up on Chikyuu soon," He said, sounding almost enthusiastic.  He put down the chalice and grinned, "I've reached a level beyond super Saiya-jin, Zarbon.  Put your doubts concerning victory to rest, good general." 

            Zarbon shivered, and wasn't sure if it was the knowledge that Vegeta had again raised his strength, or the fact that he kept referring to him as 'good general.' 

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            Trunks pulled on his gloves and looked out the window in his quarters.  He wasn't looking forward to his battle with Freeza, but at least he would be acquiring a new woman after it was all over.  He grimaced, Ah, the life of a prince—planets to conquer and maidens to capture.  He couldn't say that he was exactly happy with his life—and he knew that deep-down, the reason for his wanting to venture to this rotting mud ball of a planet had nothing to do with getting a piece, but everything to do with getting a piece from a Chikyuu-jin.  His mother had been from this planet, and servant or no, he wasn't going to dishonor her by never even seeing the place where she had been born.  He wished that he couldn't have met his mother—she must have been quite a female to have dealt with his father…he had a time of his own trying to do the same thing, and he was the man's own son.  He sighed.  At least the battle wouldn't take him too long, and when it was all over, he'd have a new female for his own of the same race of his mother. 

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            Prince Freeza wrapped his tail around Marron's waist and smirked, sidling closer to her.  "What's the matter, love?  Too tired from last night?" He breathed against her face and she frowned, turning her head away from him.  He tightened his grip on her waist and she flinched.  "You know it would be so much easier if you weren't such a stiff." He grunted.  They were sitting together on Freeza's throne on the bridge of the Tsiru-jin ship.  The accommodations on the whole ship were incredibly too large for Marron, and apparently for Freeza as well.  He seemed almost happy to be able to share all the throne space with someone; however, it was just as miserable for Marron as it was comfortable for the young prince.  She hated everything about him—his touch, his scent, his ugly face.  And the first night with him was indescribably awful.  She had thought that she would be able to handle it—she had been wrong.  As soon as they had arrived in his quarters after their initial meeting she went cold and was scared to death.  She remembered not being able to breath that night, and suddenly felt the same sensation again as Freeza began to stroke her leg with one of his detestable fingers.  Fortunately for her, the feeling was suddenly replaced with confusion/fear/excitement when the door to the bridge was blasted in and two men with golden auras surrounding them walked in casually. 

            "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" King Kold bellowed, crouching into a fighting stance. Freeza had jumped up as well and was standing in the same position.  He left Marron behind, and it seemed to her the perfect time to escape.  Unfortunately she found it impossible to move.  She stared at the younger-looking of the two men, but caught herself before she started to drool.  He wasn't looking at her though—his focus was on Freeza.  What are you waiting for, Marron? Go! Get out of here before you get stuck in the middle of whatever the hell is about to take place! Kold went flying across the room as one of the strangers threw a punch.  Nothing was registering in her mind; all she could do was stare blankly.  Where are you going to go if you try and leave now, stupid? You don't know how to work their teleportation devices and it's not like you'd go unnoticed doing that, anyway…

            "Why, Prince Freeza, I assume?" The good-looking man she had been staring at disappeared and then reappeared behind the Tsiru-jin, kicking him hard in the back.  As guards tried to hold the men off, more bodies went flying into the space around her, and all Marron could do was sit and watch, trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do.  After many more yells, crashes and thuds, there was almost silence on the bridge and Marron finally snapped out of it.  She stood up abruptly and realized she was shaking.  No wonder—she was only wearing a small white dress… a little gift from the prince himself.  She looked around, wondering suddenly where everybody had gone, only to see the two intruders standing triumphantly over the bodies of King Kold and Prince Freeza.  She gaped in surprise, but strangely enough was not afraid of the two men.  She began walking towards them as if she were in a trance. Her mind began to scream warnings at her, but she ignored them.  Her bare feet were ever so cold against the hard white marble, and her bracelets clicking against the floor and her ankle was the only sound to be heard at the moment.  She noticed that the younger man was looking at her now, an emotion between fear and excitement playing across his features.  She raised her eyebrows and found her voice at last,

            "To whom do I owe the pleasure?" was all she got out before it quit on her again.  The other man laughed,

            "Your new king and prince." He grunted, and walked past her, where there were more invaders standing in the doorway.  Marron was about to open her mouth and then realized all at once what had just taken place.

            "There's no war anymore!" She practically yelled, running to the cracked view screen.  She touched the glass tenderly, looking at her planet.  But...new king? Rage began to flare up inside of her and she turned quickly again, "I demand to know who you are and what you're doing here! This is my planet and I hope you don't think you just conquered it, because if you want it, you'll have to go through my armies first." She said firmly.  Vegeta turned to her and chuckled,

            "Let's be blunt, child, I don't know who you think you are, but we are the Saiya-jins and we have for your information, just taken over Chikyuu by defeating those who used to control it."

            "I happen to be Marron, daughter of King Kuririn, Princess of Chikyuu. And for your information, the Tsiru-jin did not control my planet." Her face burned and she wasn't at all frightened, although some part of her was telling her to be.  King Vegeta of the Saiya-jin stared at her in disbelief, but at last Trunks stepped in,

            "Princess, you'll have to excuse us for not understanding the situation, but unfortunately, we have just taken over your planet, and weather you except it or not, you're now under our jurisdiction.  So I suggest you get used to it." Great way to make a good impression, Trunks, He yelled at himself, still knowing that he couldn't have said anything else with his father around, or he would have been strung up.  Vegeta smirked and continued to take off his blood-soaked gloves.  He walked away, assuming the situation was taken care of, and preceded to transport back to his own ship.

            "When you get back, I expect you to take care of letting the Chikyuu-jin know that they've been taken over…again." His chuckling echoed at them even as he left the bridge.  Marron's hands balled into fists at her sides and she walked up to Trunks and slapped him across the face.

            "How dare you?! You sons of bitches! You haven't won yet!" She screamed.  Trunks hadn't even felt the blow of course, but was nonetheless thoroughly pissed off.  The feeling almost excited him and he was more eager than ever now to have a taste of this little Chikyuu-jin. He picked her up then, ignoring her punches and writhing and carried her off back to his quarters on the Saiya-jin ship. 

            "Don't worry, Princess, you'll get used to sons of bitches ruling your life soon enough."

            Marron felt as if she were about to cry, but some part of her was curious and halfway interested in her "new prince."  After a while, she stopped struggling and let herself be taken to the gods-only-knew where.

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A/N: Well…??? ^_^ I hope you liked it and I will be updating this and In Retribution soon, too.