Minna-san, I'M BACK!!! Forgive me for taking so long, and thanks to
everyone who has stuck with me for this long. I can't make any promises,
but I'll try to be more responsible about updating. Oh, by the way, I'm
going to post a strait DBZ fic about the real history of Trunks. It
probably won't be more than one chapter long, and it will have an, I hope,
unexpected twist, so if anyone's interested, be sure to look out for "Cold
Day in July."
Usagi smiled down at the sleeping form of her son, dreaming peacefully in the "royal bassinet" of the Saiyan royal family. Her mind was at rest as she was finally sure that being on his home world once again wouldn't change Vegeta. He was the same as always, and she'd sent him about an hour ago to apologize to his father about the way he had acted upon their first arrival on the planet. She hoped it was going well, if Vegeta's father was anything like he was, then they could possibly have quite a problem on their hands.
Veggie stirred slightly, yawning hugely and stretching out. Usagi smiled and gently rocked the small bed until the boy stilled, curled onto his side, and stuck his brown, fuzzy tail into his mouth. Usagi heard the automatic door to her and Vegeta's quarters open and close with a soft whooshing sound.
"How did it go?"
"You wouldn't have liked it." By Vegeta's tone of voice he was obviously smirking. "We.argued."
"Big surprise there."
"I went Super Saiyan." He said smugly, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Father didn't believe I could do it, and so I did. I would have killed him, but that fool Kakarrott stopped me. We're sparring after the midday meal. A little. demonstration to those idiotic fools who can't see past their own noses to see the great power of the legendary Super Saiyan."
"So, it's gonna' be a slugfest, huh?"
".Yes."
"I think I'll find somewhere else to be then, if you don't mind." She turned in his arms and smiled up at him, taking his face in her hands. "Vegeta.listen to me, okay?"
"I don't like that tone of voice, onna."
"Okay?" She insisted.
He grunted.
"You aren't going to like what I'm going to say but I want you to do it anyway."
"No."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to say yet!"
"All right onna, what?"
"I want you to make things up with your father." He snorted and tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let him. "Listen! I know you already tried to apologize, I don't mean that. I want you to behave yourself around him, that's all. How would you feel if, in a few years, Veggie or Trunks hated you because of something you did when they were children? There's no way your father could have foreseen the hardships you went through as a child.just try to be civil, okay? That's all I'm asking."
"What will you give me if I do?"
"Vegeta!" She laughed.
"Well, mate? I will need suitable compensation for retaining my temper, don't you think?" He lifted her up into his arms so quickly she squealed with surprise, making him smirk. "Here, mate, let's see if we can think up a few things right now."
Tatterbayne, prized assassin of the Saiyan race, checked her appearance once more in the mirror before leaving her quarters and walking down the long, richly decorated hallway to the throne room. She had been trained ever since she was a small child in the art of assassinry, and had made herself one of the king's most valuable assets, so valuable that he would never have considered giving her over to work for Frieza and thus forcing her to leave her family to fend for themselves. Her family was the lowest of the low class, none of them warriors. They had given her to the assassin's guild only because they had not been able to feed her, but she had made use of it. Yes, she had made use of it. And the extra years of training in the HFIL without worry of aging hadn't hurt matters, either.
"You called for me, your majesty?" She asked, bowing low before the throne of her king.
"Ah, Tatterbayne, I have a job for you of the utmost importance." The king smiled darkly and spoke slowly. "We must preserve the pure royal bloodline at all costs and it is now your duty to protect it." He announced in a reasonable tone of voice, steepling his fingers in front of his face. "We must start with the source of the threat, of course.are you aware that my son has returned?"
"The Prince has returned?" She asked with more excitement than was necessary. Growing up, the marvelously proud and utterly Saiyan little prince had wanted nothing to do with her. She was poor, and she was older than he was. However, she had always treasured the thought that one day, after she had proven herself to her king, her gift would be the privilege to mate with the prince, and one day take her place as queen of all Saiyans. A foolish dream, but one she couldn't let go of.
"Yes, the brat has been brought back, along with several of his own brats and a woman he claims is his mate. This woman, Tatterbayne, is not Saiyan."
As she listened, Tatterbayne felt hatred growing for the woman who threatened, as she saw it, the future of the entire Saiyan race. The witch who had ensnared their prince's heart.
King Vegeta watched his prized assassin slip out of the palace grounds from the vantage of a high throne room window. With any luck, by afternoon his brat would be freed from the hold the aliens had on him and would be once more safely under his own expert guidance to be led and manipulated until the day he took the throne.
The half Saiyan abominations couldn't be as easily disposed of as the woman, after all, they did contain the blood of the Saiyan race, even if it was impure. But they couldn't be permitted to take the throne. They could be sent, however, to scout new planets for sale, a job which could be particularly hazerdous and keep them out of the king's hair while he arranged a proper mating for his brat. And if they happened to be strong enough to survive their new job, it would only mean more prestige for him.
There it was, all wrapped up in a nice, neat package.
He couldn't believe his brat's impudence, showing such disrespect for him in public, in the eyes of his subjects. Surely it was a result of the alien's influence, particularly that of that.that woman!
Yes, certain actions would have to be taken, but soon, very soon, the Saiyan race would find the power and influence it had once held. _______________________________________________________________________
"This is amazing, Bardok!" Usagi said happily, trying to take in all the sights and sounds of the Saiyan market at once. Over one arm was slung a basket filled with little trinkets she couldn't help but to buy. She and the other women had persuaded Bardok to take them into the city after the midday meal so they wouldn't have to put up with Vegeta and Goku sparring again. They'd be lucky if their "boys" didn't demolish the palace.
Bardok had wanted to watch the fight, but one cross look from 18, accompanied by a not-so-subtle demonstration of her strength, had changed his mind, and given him a headache. The children had all been left at the palace in the care of the experienced royal nannies, and the women were enjoying their first day of fun that didn't involve diapers in a long time.
"What's this, Bardok?" Videl asked, holding up a strange shaped pink object.
"It's a kind of fruit. You put it in pies."
"So, you Saiyans hold market every day, or is it just on certain occasions?"
"No, every day. With our appetites, we couldn't survive if we had to wait a week for market." He laughed.
18 frowned, cocking her head as if she was listening to something. The look in her eyes made Bardok take a step back in fear. He took another step when she began to growl softly under her breath.
"18?" Chi-Chi asked cautiously, putting her hand on the android's shoulder. Is something wrong?"
"Get down!" She suddenly commanded, throwing up an energy shield around all of them. A small ki blast bounced harmlessly off of it.18 let the shield drop, shooting her own energy blast in the direction the first had come from as a volley of blasts began to come from all around them. People in the crowd screamed and tried to get away. Once it was obvious who the target was, 18 threw Usagi to the ground out of the way and put up a second shield around the blonde, Chi-Chi, and Videl.
"That will stay with you a while, get back to the palace." She ordered. A blast hit her head on, but didn't even singe her. She looked to Bardok. "You comin'?"
He nodded and the two took off in the direction of the attackers.
To be continued Okay, that's all for now, kind of short, I know, but I lost all of this that I already had written and now I'm going it from memory and so it takes even longer. Anyway, I'll try to do more sometime soon.
Usagi smiled down at the sleeping form of her son, dreaming peacefully in the "royal bassinet" of the Saiyan royal family. Her mind was at rest as she was finally sure that being on his home world once again wouldn't change Vegeta. He was the same as always, and she'd sent him about an hour ago to apologize to his father about the way he had acted upon their first arrival on the planet. She hoped it was going well, if Vegeta's father was anything like he was, then they could possibly have quite a problem on their hands.
Veggie stirred slightly, yawning hugely and stretching out. Usagi smiled and gently rocked the small bed until the boy stilled, curled onto his side, and stuck his brown, fuzzy tail into his mouth. Usagi heard the automatic door to her and Vegeta's quarters open and close with a soft whooshing sound.
"How did it go?"
"You wouldn't have liked it." By Vegeta's tone of voice he was obviously smirking. "We.argued."
"Big surprise there."
"I went Super Saiyan." He said smugly, wrapping his arms around her from behind. "Father didn't believe I could do it, and so I did. I would have killed him, but that fool Kakarrott stopped me. We're sparring after the midday meal. A little. demonstration to those idiotic fools who can't see past their own noses to see the great power of the legendary Super Saiyan."
"So, it's gonna' be a slugfest, huh?"
".Yes."
"I think I'll find somewhere else to be then, if you don't mind." She turned in his arms and smiled up at him, taking his face in her hands. "Vegeta.listen to me, okay?"
"I don't like that tone of voice, onna."
"Okay?" She insisted.
He grunted.
"You aren't going to like what I'm going to say but I want you to do it anyway."
"No."
"You haven't even heard what I was going to say yet!"
"All right onna, what?"
"I want you to make things up with your father." He snorted and tried to turn away, but she wouldn't let him. "Listen! I know you already tried to apologize, I don't mean that. I want you to behave yourself around him, that's all. How would you feel if, in a few years, Veggie or Trunks hated you because of something you did when they were children? There's no way your father could have foreseen the hardships you went through as a child.just try to be civil, okay? That's all I'm asking."
"What will you give me if I do?"
"Vegeta!" She laughed.
"Well, mate? I will need suitable compensation for retaining my temper, don't you think?" He lifted her up into his arms so quickly she squealed with surprise, making him smirk. "Here, mate, let's see if we can think up a few things right now."
Tatterbayne, prized assassin of the Saiyan race, checked her appearance once more in the mirror before leaving her quarters and walking down the long, richly decorated hallway to the throne room. She had been trained ever since she was a small child in the art of assassinry, and had made herself one of the king's most valuable assets, so valuable that he would never have considered giving her over to work for Frieza and thus forcing her to leave her family to fend for themselves. Her family was the lowest of the low class, none of them warriors. They had given her to the assassin's guild only because they had not been able to feed her, but she had made use of it. Yes, she had made use of it. And the extra years of training in the HFIL without worry of aging hadn't hurt matters, either.
"You called for me, your majesty?" She asked, bowing low before the throne of her king.
"Ah, Tatterbayne, I have a job for you of the utmost importance." The king smiled darkly and spoke slowly. "We must preserve the pure royal bloodline at all costs and it is now your duty to protect it." He announced in a reasonable tone of voice, steepling his fingers in front of his face. "We must start with the source of the threat, of course.are you aware that my son has returned?"
"The Prince has returned?" She asked with more excitement than was necessary. Growing up, the marvelously proud and utterly Saiyan little prince had wanted nothing to do with her. She was poor, and she was older than he was. However, she had always treasured the thought that one day, after she had proven herself to her king, her gift would be the privilege to mate with the prince, and one day take her place as queen of all Saiyans. A foolish dream, but one she couldn't let go of.
"Yes, the brat has been brought back, along with several of his own brats and a woman he claims is his mate. This woman, Tatterbayne, is not Saiyan."
As she listened, Tatterbayne felt hatred growing for the woman who threatened, as she saw it, the future of the entire Saiyan race. The witch who had ensnared their prince's heart.
King Vegeta watched his prized assassin slip out of the palace grounds from the vantage of a high throne room window. With any luck, by afternoon his brat would be freed from the hold the aliens had on him and would be once more safely under his own expert guidance to be led and manipulated until the day he took the throne.
The half Saiyan abominations couldn't be as easily disposed of as the woman, after all, they did contain the blood of the Saiyan race, even if it was impure. But they couldn't be permitted to take the throne. They could be sent, however, to scout new planets for sale, a job which could be particularly hazerdous and keep them out of the king's hair while he arranged a proper mating for his brat. And if they happened to be strong enough to survive their new job, it would only mean more prestige for him.
There it was, all wrapped up in a nice, neat package.
He couldn't believe his brat's impudence, showing such disrespect for him in public, in the eyes of his subjects. Surely it was a result of the alien's influence, particularly that of that.that woman!
Yes, certain actions would have to be taken, but soon, very soon, the Saiyan race would find the power and influence it had once held. _______________________________________________________________________
"This is amazing, Bardok!" Usagi said happily, trying to take in all the sights and sounds of the Saiyan market at once. Over one arm was slung a basket filled with little trinkets she couldn't help but to buy. She and the other women had persuaded Bardok to take them into the city after the midday meal so they wouldn't have to put up with Vegeta and Goku sparring again. They'd be lucky if their "boys" didn't demolish the palace.
Bardok had wanted to watch the fight, but one cross look from 18, accompanied by a not-so-subtle demonstration of her strength, had changed his mind, and given him a headache. The children had all been left at the palace in the care of the experienced royal nannies, and the women were enjoying their first day of fun that didn't involve diapers in a long time.
"What's this, Bardok?" Videl asked, holding up a strange shaped pink object.
"It's a kind of fruit. You put it in pies."
"So, you Saiyans hold market every day, or is it just on certain occasions?"
"No, every day. With our appetites, we couldn't survive if we had to wait a week for market." He laughed.
18 frowned, cocking her head as if she was listening to something. The look in her eyes made Bardok take a step back in fear. He took another step when she began to growl softly under her breath.
"18?" Chi-Chi asked cautiously, putting her hand on the android's shoulder. Is something wrong?"
"Get down!" She suddenly commanded, throwing up an energy shield around all of them. A small ki blast bounced harmlessly off of it.18 let the shield drop, shooting her own energy blast in the direction the first had come from as a volley of blasts began to come from all around them. People in the crowd screamed and tried to get away. Once it was obvious who the target was, 18 threw Usagi to the ground out of the way and put up a second shield around the blonde, Chi-Chi, and Videl.
"That will stay with you a while, get back to the palace." She ordered. A blast hit her head on, but didn't even singe her. She looked to Bardok. "You comin'?"
He nodded and the two took off in the direction of the attackers.
To be continued Okay, that's all for now, kind of short, I know, but I lost all of this that I already had written and now I'm going it from memory and so it takes even longer. Anyway, I'll try to do more sometime soon.
