Sorry for the confusion, I said that chap. 17 was the last chapter
that Kendra was going to type up for the year. I didn't say that I wasn't
going to try to type a couple, although you know how long it takes with me
doing it! Anyway, I'm feeling a little less stressed than I have been
lately, even though I have two monologues to memorize by tomorrow for
Drama…*cough cough the teacher is a fruit cough cough* Anyway, it won't be
too long now before the senshi enter this fic once more. Um…three chaps?
Four? I dunno, I lost count.
Special thanks go out to all you loyal reviewers, I wouldn't have kept this up if not for your support. It means a lot to me, and I just want you know it.
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 18
Vegeta quickly closed the door after himself and glared all around. The entire z-gang was gathered in the hallway wearing Saiyan armor-even Veggie and Goshin, both of whom Goku was holding. When Veggie saw his father he began to giggle and reach for the irritable man.
"Get your hands the hell off my brat, Kakarott!" Vegeta snapped, taking the child with a practiced expertise he'd gained within the last few days.
Saiyan armor was usually black or blue for men, but the styles for females came in a vast array of rich, dark colors. Chi-Chi was wearing dark orange, Videl deep green, And Android 18 in blood red. Goshin's miniature armor matched that of her mother. Besides color, the style of everyone's armor differed greatly; some had long pants, some to the knees, and some-like 18- had something more similar to a bathing suit bottom. The particular fall of the armor differed as well.
Vegeta was secretly glad-it had annoyed him to no end when, during the cell games, everyone had been going around dressed like him.
"We're going to land soon." Goku said cheerfully, not seeming to notice he was in spandex unlike Videl's father, Hercule, who kept alternating between embarrassment and strutting. "D'ja wanna' come watch in a big window with us?"
"Yeah, c'mon dad!" Trunks said excitedly. He and Veggie were wearing armor identical to Vegeta's. "This is my first time landing on another planet. I've just gotta' see!"
Before the Saiyan prince could utter even the shortest rude comment the door behind him opened, Usagi stepped out in her full armor, and his breath caught. Her armor was a royal purple in the same type of design as his. The long sleeves and leggings hid her scars, as she preferred, although Vegeta personally liked them-as would any self-respecting Saiyan. Her hair, usually tied into a braid, was left down to trail around her and pool on the floor. The armor itself showed off and emphasized her body.
Vegeta immediately wished there was some way to have kept the others from seeing her. He didn't want anyone else's eyes on his mate.
But it was a little too late for that.
"Hey everyone." She greeted, sounding surprised to see the group from Earth in the hallway. "What's going on?"
"Usa-momma, do you wanna come watch the ship land with us? Come on, we have to hurry or it'll be too late and we'll miss it!" Trunks practically danced with impatience. A thoughtful look crossed Usagi's face as she took little Veggie out of his father's arms.
"Sure Trunks…I hope no one gets landing sick though."
"Landing sick?" Hercule asked, sounding slightly worried.
Usagi nodded distractedly. "It used to be a real problem, but maybe technology has advanced since my day." Although it had been a problem, that wasn't really what she was worried about. Now that they were finally to Vegetasei, she was wondering what effect being with the long gone Saiyan race would have on Vegeta.
"Saiyan technology is far above such things." A voice said. Bardok walked up from behind the group. "I assure you, ma'am." He surveyed the group for a moment, looking the longest at the Son family. "Where were you planning to watch from?"
Everyone collectively shrugged-they hadn't thought that far ahead.
Bardok smiled. "There's a very large window on the second deck, if you want to use it. Just push the blue button on the silver panel to open the covering."
"Blue button, silver panel…or was it the green button on the gold panel…?" Goku mumbled to himself as they went to the second deck, having already forgotten.
"Idiot." Vegeta seethed. Gohan rushed to the blue button and pushed it before his father had the chance to do anything. There were several other buttons and panels around…Vegeta stared, transfixed, at the planet looming before them. Though his face was impassive, his eyes held something strange. Usagi linked the arm not employed in holding Veggie through one of Vegeta's arms and stepped close to him. Her hand slipped down to his and she entertwined their fingers together and lay her chin on his shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him quietly. "Are you nervous? I can't begin to imagine what this must be like for you. Does it look much like the original Vegetasei?"
"An exact replica."
"It's a beautiful planet."
Vegeta was no longer looking at the planet, he was staring at his and Usagi's reflection in the space-safe glass. It amazed him how much his mate cared for him. With her beside him holding their son, and his other son standing on his other side, he had never felt so strongly that he belonged to a family.
Looking at new Vegetasei brought back memories of his childhood. His father, while alive, had only taken a passive role in the Saiyan prince's life. Of course, he had been busy running an entire planet, but the only attention he had given his love-starved son had been to beat him to within an inch of his life in order to increase his powers, or-on the very rare occasion- to inform Vegeta of the ways a proper Saiyan prince was to act.
All of that was paradise compared to being raised by Frieza.
Growing up, Vegeta had thought that ruthlessness was the only path to strength. As much as he hated to admit it, Goku had proven that thought wrong, as had Usagi.
Vegeta reached out and put a hand on Trunk's head, meanwhile giving Usagi's hand a squeeze.
Neither of his sons would suffer the way he had.
He'd make sure of it.
"Dad?" Trunks asked, confused. Vegeta wasn't one for random displays of affection, or any displays, for that matter. No answer came from his stone- faced father. Through the window Trunks caught sight of both his stepmother's smile, and the troubled look in his father's eyes.
"Wow! So this is where I'm from!" Goku said cheerfully. "How wild! Man, it doesn't look anything like Earth. Hey Goten, see that there? I think that's an ocean. Man! This is incredible!"
Bardok, who had followed the group to make sure the wrong button wasn't pushed, raised an eyebrow at the man who was his youngest son yet still didn't realize it. "Don't you remember anything, Kakarott?"
"Nope! When I was little, I fell down a cliff and hit my head!" He answered, still using his cheerful baka voice. "I always just thought I was human until Raditz came and said I wasn't, but then I didn't wanna' believe him."
"Why not?"
"Well…he's not a very nice guy. And he kidnapped Gohan and threatened to kill him."
Bardok cast a glance at the tall teenager grinning at the window and not noticing the fact that his girlfriend was fighting a desperate battle for composure. Gohan wasn't very big was far as muscles went, but still looked as if he could hold his own in a fight. "Couldn't he have taken care of himself?"
"Nah. Gohan was only four, and he couldn't fight anyway cause' Chi-Chi wouldn't let me train em'. She's always wanted him to be smart cause' I never got any education growing up in the woods with grandpa."
Bardok blinked a couple times. "One day, Kakarott, you'll have to give me the complete story of your life."
"Sure! I dun know why you'd wanna hear it though, it's prolly real boring. Hey, can you call me Goku instead of Kakarott?"
"But…that's your name."
"Nah, I'm Son Goku."
"Prince Vegeta always calls you Kakarott and you don't ask him to stop." Bardok pointed out, thinking he'd won.
"Ah, that's different." He lowered his voice, so as not to be overheard. "Me and Vegeta don't always get along, but him calling me that means he thinks of me as an equal…or at least another Saiyan." He grinned.
Bardok stared. He'd been beginning to think his youngest was simpleminded, but what he'd just said proved that theory wrong.
"Shouldn't you be at the controls with your other monkey buddies?" Android 18 suddenly asked in her emotionless voice. "Unless, of course, you just dragged us all here in order to crash us into the planet?"
"Eh…right…"
King Vegeta crossed his arms as the space ship of Esparrago came into view, preparing to land. He usually wouldn't trouble himself waiting for ships to land, but this was the first mission to go out since the birth of New Vegetasei, and so he was obligated to meet it.
He let out a huff of annoyance at the supreme waste of time as the hatch to the ship finally opened and the crew began making their way to the makeshift thrown that had been erected for the Sayian king.
Esparrago bowed low and, half a second later, the rest of the crew bowed as well.
"You may rise." King Vegeta finally told them, after having them stay bowed just long enough to make their muscles begin to twitch. "Report." He ordered a touch too sharply. He enjoyed watching them squirm. "How was the mission to this "Earth" place?"
"Completely successful, my king. We even succeeded in finding Bardok's brat Kakarrot and Prince Vegeta.
"W…what? My son is alive?" He'd never truly believed…
"Yes, your majesty. We have brought both his highness and Kakarrot back with us to Vegetasei, along with-ahem-a few others that they insisted must come along." A nervous look crossed the crew's face, but with a glare from their equally nervous captain, they hid it. "We ah…would not have brought anyone other than the two, my King," Esparrago hurried to explain. "But they were rather…insistent."
"How many people did you bring with you from Earth?"
"Ah, ten adults and…five children. Two full Saiyans, five half Saiyans, five humans, and three of questionable origin. One is an android, one Namekian, and one claims to be something called Lunarian…fifteen in all, my King."
"What a diverse group." The king murmured in a sarcastic half-interest. All he really cared about was that his heir was alive and he wouldn't have to risk going to his mate for a new one. He hadn't gone anywhere near her since their son was born. The emotions that having a mate brought on complicated and weakened his decision-making skills as a leader. It had been an alliance of mating for convenience, but the two had been secretly soul-bonded to ensure a lasting allegiance; tying their hearts, minds, and very spirits together for all eternity.
Which would why he never simply arranged an accident for her-it would have killed, or at least injured him, as well.
"What are you fools standing around here for?" He roared. "Bring them all out of the ship! Imbeciles!"
"Yes, your majesty." Esparrago made a quick motion with his hand and Kyuuri- looking insulted that he had to play messenger boy-went back to the ship. Within moments he returned with a very large group of people. Leading the group was a man in blue armor that plainly showed an impressive play of muscles. He was short for a Saiyan, and his hair was a wide sweep of dark spikes similar to King Vegeta's own. There was no doubt that this was his son, although the king was shocked that so many years had passed since his death. The brat was an adult!
"Vegeta?" The Saiyan king finally asked, quirking an eyebrow.
The man stopped and crossed his arms, smirking arrogantly. His cold black eyes surveyed the king with a surprising amount of coldness.
"Father." He acknowledged.
There were murmurs throughout the crown that had gathered, but it wasn't about the reunited King and prince but rather about something else completely. Standing next to Prince Vegeta was a tenshi.
She was a small woman, incredibly delicate-looking and undoubtedly fragile, with long waves of pure golden hair spilling all around her to pool on the ground. Her eyes were large and pure, a strange crystal blue, and her Saiyan-style armor accented a perfect body.
Everyone there was staring at her.
It was only after a few moments that King Vegeta realized that the tenshi was holding the hand of a small boy with longish lavender hair, and in her other arm she held a baby with a dramatic sweep of black hair all in spikes but for a few small bangs. The baby had a long, furry brown tail.
At that moment Vegeta noticed just where everyone was looking.
A low growl sounded in the back of his throat and he glared dangerously all around him, hastily pulling not only the tenshi, but the two children, also, closely to his side. Anyone with at least half a brain was careful to look away.
"Tis is my mate and my brats." He declared loudly. The people with less than half a brain finally looked away, but they continued to steal looks.
"Mate, Vegeta?" King Vegeta asked, honestly surprised. "It really has been a long time. The last time I saw you, you were only eight."
The same age as Trunks, Vegeta realized. That had never occurred to him before. "Yes." He agreed. "But, despite my age, you still had no qualms over handing me over to Frieza, now did you, father?"
"I had no choice."
"And yet Vegetasei was still destroyed."
All grew silent. Vegeta continued to smirk, while Kind Vegeta began to slowly become angrier and angrier. How dare his brat accuse him, and at this moment, too!
"Well, I think I've finished what I needed to say." The Saiyan prince said arrogantly, glaring dangerously. He began to walk away, head held high.
"Vegeta, stop."
He paused, somehow making it seem that he was gracing the king with his presence.
"Frieza. Are you still working for him?"
Vegeta began to laugh, causing everyone who didn't know him to leap in fear. Was he mad?
"You give me over to that monster while I am nothing but a child, allowing that freak to raise me when it should have been you, and now, years later, all you can ask me is whether I am still under that ass hole's thumb. As if I, the Prince of all Saiyans, would ever allow that to happen. I never took you for a fool before now, father."
"W…what?"
"That low class baka Kakarrot killed Frieza years ago. I would have been the one to do it, but I was dead at the time and they stupidly had that moron dragon send me to Earth almost immediately after I was revived because they wanted Kakarrot to have all the glory."
The tenshi let loose a small laugh and buried her face in the baby's hair, in an attempt to hide her amusement. The other members of the group from Earth also looked amused by the Saiyan prince's version of the story.
King Vegeta could only try desperately to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.
Frieza? Dead?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, father," there was a slightly mocking tone to the Prince's voice. Mingled in, of course, with the arrogance. "My brats and my mate have never traveled as we just have and need rest. No, forgive me, I've just lied. No brat or mate of mine would be that weak. I just don't want to spend another moment of my valuable time in your presence."
To be continued!
Phew! So glad that's done! Harsh, ne? Looks like Vegeta had some pent up anger or something. (Big surprise!) I'll try to get more out soon. Ciao!
Special thanks go out to all you loyal reviewers, I wouldn't have kept this up if not for your support. It means a lot to me, and I just want you know it.
Bring on the Rain
Chapter 18
Vegeta quickly closed the door after himself and glared all around. The entire z-gang was gathered in the hallway wearing Saiyan armor-even Veggie and Goshin, both of whom Goku was holding. When Veggie saw his father he began to giggle and reach for the irritable man.
"Get your hands the hell off my brat, Kakarott!" Vegeta snapped, taking the child with a practiced expertise he'd gained within the last few days.
Saiyan armor was usually black or blue for men, but the styles for females came in a vast array of rich, dark colors. Chi-Chi was wearing dark orange, Videl deep green, And Android 18 in blood red. Goshin's miniature armor matched that of her mother. Besides color, the style of everyone's armor differed greatly; some had long pants, some to the knees, and some-like 18- had something more similar to a bathing suit bottom. The particular fall of the armor differed as well.
Vegeta was secretly glad-it had annoyed him to no end when, during the cell games, everyone had been going around dressed like him.
"We're going to land soon." Goku said cheerfully, not seeming to notice he was in spandex unlike Videl's father, Hercule, who kept alternating between embarrassment and strutting. "D'ja wanna' come watch in a big window with us?"
"Yeah, c'mon dad!" Trunks said excitedly. He and Veggie were wearing armor identical to Vegeta's. "This is my first time landing on another planet. I've just gotta' see!"
Before the Saiyan prince could utter even the shortest rude comment the door behind him opened, Usagi stepped out in her full armor, and his breath caught. Her armor was a royal purple in the same type of design as his. The long sleeves and leggings hid her scars, as she preferred, although Vegeta personally liked them-as would any self-respecting Saiyan. Her hair, usually tied into a braid, was left down to trail around her and pool on the floor. The armor itself showed off and emphasized her body.
Vegeta immediately wished there was some way to have kept the others from seeing her. He didn't want anyone else's eyes on his mate.
But it was a little too late for that.
"Hey everyone." She greeted, sounding surprised to see the group from Earth in the hallway. "What's going on?"
"Usa-momma, do you wanna come watch the ship land with us? Come on, we have to hurry or it'll be too late and we'll miss it!" Trunks practically danced with impatience. A thoughtful look crossed Usagi's face as she took little Veggie out of his father's arms.
"Sure Trunks…I hope no one gets landing sick though."
"Landing sick?" Hercule asked, sounding slightly worried.
Usagi nodded distractedly. "It used to be a real problem, but maybe technology has advanced since my day." Although it had been a problem, that wasn't really what she was worried about. Now that they were finally to Vegetasei, she was wondering what effect being with the long gone Saiyan race would have on Vegeta.
"Saiyan technology is far above such things." A voice said. Bardok walked up from behind the group. "I assure you, ma'am." He surveyed the group for a moment, looking the longest at the Son family. "Where were you planning to watch from?"
Everyone collectively shrugged-they hadn't thought that far ahead.
Bardok smiled. "There's a very large window on the second deck, if you want to use it. Just push the blue button on the silver panel to open the covering."
"Blue button, silver panel…or was it the green button on the gold panel…?" Goku mumbled to himself as they went to the second deck, having already forgotten.
"Idiot." Vegeta seethed. Gohan rushed to the blue button and pushed it before his father had the chance to do anything. There were several other buttons and panels around…Vegeta stared, transfixed, at the planet looming before them. Though his face was impassive, his eyes held something strange. Usagi linked the arm not employed in holding Veggie through one of Vegeta's arms and stepped close to him. Her hand slipped down to his and she entertwined their fingers together and lay her chin on his shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him quietly. "Are you nervous? I can't begin to imagine what this must be like for you. Does it look much like the original Vegetasei?"
"An exact replica."
"It's a beautiful planet."
Vegeta was no longer looking at the planet, he was staring at his and Usagi's reflection in the space-safe glass. It amazed him how much his mate cared for him. With her beside him holding their son, and his other son standing on his other side, he had never felt so strongly that he belonged to a family.
Looking at new Vegetasei brought back memories of his childhood. His father, while alive, had only taken a passive role in the Saiyan prince's life. Of course, he had been busy running an entire planet, but the only attention he had given his love-starved son had been to beat him to within an inch of his life in order to increase his powers, or-on the very rare occasion- to inform Vegeta of the ways a proper Saiyan prince was to act.
All of that was paradise compared to being raised by Frieza.
Growing up, Vegeta had thought that ruthlessness was the only path to strength. As much as he hated to admit it, Goku had proven that thought wrong, as had Usagi.
Vegeta reached out and put a hand on Trunk's head, meanwhile giving Usagi's hand a squeeze.
Neither of his sons would suffer the way he had.
He'd make sure of it.
"Dad?" Trunks asked, confused. Vegeta wasn't one for random displays of affection, or any displays, for that matter. No answer came from his stone- faced father. Through the window Trunks caught sight of both his stepmother's smile, and the troubled look in his father's eyes.
"Wow! So this is where I'm from!" Goku said cheerfully. "How wild! Man, it doesn't look anything like Earth. Hey Goten, see that there? I think that's an ocean. Man! This is incredible!"
Bardok, who had followed the group to make sure the wrong button wasn't pushed, raised an eyebrow at the man who was his youngest son yet still didn't realize it. "Don't you remember anything, Kakarott?"
"Nope! When I was little, I fell down a cliff and hit my head!" He answered, still using his cheerful baka voice. "I always just thought I was human until Raditz came and said I wasn't, but then I didn't wanna' believe him."
"Why not?"
"Well…he's not a very nice guy. And he kidnapped Gohan and threatened to kill him."
Bardok cast a glance at the tall teenager grinning at the window and not noticing the fact that his girlfriend was fighting a desperate battle for composure. Gohan wasn't very big was far as muscles went, but still looked as if he could hold his own in a fight. "Couldn't he have taken care of himself?"
"Nah. Gohan was only four, and he couldn't fight anyway cause' Chi-Chi wouldn't let me train em'. She's always wanted him to be smart cause' I never got any education growing up in the woods with grandpa."
Bardok blinked a couple times. "One day, Kakarott, you'll have to give me the complete story of your life."
"Sure! I dun know why you'd wanna hear it though, it's prolly real boring. Hey, can you call me Goku instead of Kakarott?"
"But…that's your name."
"Nah, I'm Son Goku."
"Prince Vegeta always calls you Kakarott and you don't ask him to stop." Bardok pointed out, thinking he'd won.
"Ah, that's different." He lowered his voice, so as not to be overheard. "Me and Vegeta don't always get along, but him calling me that means he thinks of me as an equal…or at least another Saiyan." He grinned.
Bardok stared. He'd been beginning to think his youngest was simpleminded, but what he'd just said proved that theory wrong.
"Shouldn't you be at the controls with your other monkey buddies?" Android 18 suddenly asked in her emotionless voice. "Unless, of course, you just dragged us all here in order to crash us into the planet?"
"Eh…right…"
King Vegeta crossed his arms as the space ship of Esparrago came into view, preparing to land. He usually wouldn't trouble himself waiting for ships to land, but this was the first mission to go out since the birth of New Vegetasei, and so he was obligated to meet it.
He let out a huff of annoyance at the supreme waste of time as the hatch to the ship finally opened and the crew began making their way to the makeshift thrown that had been erected for the Sayian king.
Esparrago bowed low and, half a second later, the rest of the crew bowed as well.
"You may rise." King Vegeta finally told them, after having them stay bowed just long enough to make their muscles begin to twitch. "Report." He ordered a touch too sharply. He enjoyed watching them squirm. "How was the mission to this "Earth" place?"
"Completely successful, my king. We even succeeded in finding Bardok's brat Kakarrot and Prince Vegeta.
"W…what? My son is alive?" He'd never truly believed…
"Yes, your majesty. We have brought both his highness and Kakarrot back with us to Vegetasei, along with-ahem-a few others that they insisted must come along." A nervous look crossed the crew's face, but with a glare from their equally nervous captain, they hid it. "We ah…would not have brought anyone other than the two, my King," Esparrago hurried to explain. "But they were rather…insistent."
"How many people did you bring with you from Earth?"
"Ah, ten adults and…five children. Two full Saiyans, five half Saiyans, five humans, and three of questionable origin. One is an android, one Namekian, and one claims to be something called Lunarian…fifteen in all, my King."
"What a diverse group." The king murmured in a sarcastic half-interest. All he really cared about was that his heir was alive and he wouldn't have to risk going to his mate for a new one. He hadn't gone anywhere near her since their son was born. The emotions that having a mate brought on complicated and weakened his decision-making skills as a leader. It had been an alliance of mating for convenience, but the two had been secretly soul-bonded to ensure a lasting allegiance; tying their hearts, minds, and very spirits together for all eternity.
Which would why he never simply arranged an accident for her-it would have killed, or at least injured him, as well.
"What are you fools standing around here for?" He roared. "Bring them all out of the ship! Imbeciles!"
"Yes, your majesty." Esparrago made a quick motion with his hand and Kyuuri- looking insulted that he had to play messenger boy-went back to the ship. Within moments he returned with a very large group of people. Leading the group was a man in blue armor that plainly showed an impressive play of muscles. He was short for a Saiyan, and his hair was a wide sweep of dark spikes similar to King Vegeta's own. There was no doubt that this was his son, although the king was shocked that so many years had passed since his death. The brat was an adult!
"Vegeta?" The Saiyan king finally asked, quirking an eyebrow.
The man stopped and crossed his arms, smirking arrogantly. His cold black eyes surveyed the king with a surprising amount of coldness.
"Father." He acknowledged.
There were murmurs throughout the crown that had gathered, but it wasn't about the reunited King and prince but rather about something else completely. Standing next to Prince Vegeta was a tenshi.
She was a small woman, incredibly delicate-looking and undoubtedly fragile, with long waves of pure golden hair spilling all around her to pool on the ground. Her eyes were large and pure, a strange crystal blue, and her Saiyan-style armor accented a perfect body.
Everyone there was staring at her.
It was only after a few moments that King Vegeta realized that the tenshi was holding the hand of a small boy with longish lavender hair, and in her other arm she held a baby with a dramatic sweep of black hair all in spikes but for a few small bangs. The baby had a long, furry brown tail.
At that moment Vegeta noticed just where everyone was looking.
A low growl sounded in the back of his throat and he glared dangerously all around him, hastily pulling not only the tenshi, but the two children, also, closely to his side. Anyone with at least half a brain was careful to look away.
"Tis is my mate and my brats." He declared loudly. The people with less than half a brain finally looked away, but they continued to steal looks.
"Mate, Vegeta?" King Vegeta asked, honestly surprised. "It really has been a long time. The last time I saw you, you were only eight."
The same age as Trunks, Vegeta realized. That had never occurred to him before. "Yes." He agreed. "But, despite my age, you still had no qualms over handing me over to Frieza, now did you, father?"
"I had no choice."
"And yet Vegetasei was still destroyed."
All grew silent. Vegeta continued to smirk, while Kind Vegeta began to slowly become angrier and angrier. How dare his brat accuse him, and at this moment, too!
"Well, I think I've finished what I needed to say." The Saiyan prince said arrogantly, glaring dangerously. He began to walk away, head held high.
"Vegeta, stop."
He paused, somehow making it seem that he was gracing the king with his presence.
"Frieza. Are you still working for him?"
Vegeta began to laugh, causing everyone who didn't know him to leap in fear. Was he mad?
"You give me over to that monster while I am nothing but a child, allowing that freak to raise me when it should have been you, and now, years later, all you can ask me is whether I am still under that ass hole's thumb. As if I, the Prince of all Saiyans, would ever allow that to happen. I never took you for a fool before now, father."
"W…what?"
"That low class baka Kakarrot killed Frieza years ago. I would have been the one to do it, but I was dead at the time and they stupidly had that moron dragon send me to Earth almost immediately after I was revived because they wanted Kakarrot to have all the glory."
The tenshi let loose a small laugh and buried her face in the baby's hair, in an attempt to hide her amusement. The other members of the group from Earth also looked amused by the Saiyan prince's version of the story.
King Vegeta could only try desperately to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.
Frieza? Dead?
"Now, if you'll excuse me, father," there was a slightly mocking tone to the Prince's voice. Mingled in, of course, with the arrogance. "My brats and my mate have never traveled as we just have and need rest. No, forgive me, I've just lied. No brat or mate of mine would be that weak. I just don't want to spend another moment of my valuable time in your presence."
To be continued!
Phew! So glad that's done! Harsh, ne? Looks like Vegeta had some pent up anger or something. (Big surprise!) I'll try to get more out soon. Ciao!
