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Chapter 6
Maron batted her eyes. "To train of course."
Bulma snorted. "Stop lying, you never train."
"I've taken a *special* interest."
"You mean you've come here to flirt with the princes."
"Oh sister must you be so accusative?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "Please excuse my dreary sister. What were you saying Prince Eaiuko (Eye-u-co)?"
A vein popped out of Bulma's head. "I was talking to you!"
"But the prince was talking to me first so that you will just have to wait, go head Eaiuko."
Bulma growled and shot a ki blast at him sending him flying into a wall. "It seems that Eaiuko had to take sudden leave. I guess since he is gone I don't have to wait, now do I?"
The princes backed away slightly. Maron pouted. "You always were a spoil sport."
She rolled her eyes. "Spare me. Either you are here to train or you leave. You can always throw yourself at men during one of the many banquets coming up for this is not the place."
"Well, if a certain someone had not slipped something into my food that made me sick for the past month I might have gone to one of those banquets."
"If a certain someone had not tried to come on to a certain someone's boyfriend then maybe that situation might have been avoided."
"Why do you care? Didn't you two break up anyway? He cheated on you with another woman because he couldn't stand being with a hag like you."
"It would be in your best interest to shut the hell up right now if you don't want to be my decapitated little sister."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"Besides you know what would happened it you touched a hair on my head. You would be forced to marry someone you do not like. We wouldn't want that now do we?"
"If I had to marry that frog I would poison his food and say it was done by an assassin."
"My dear sister, couldn't you of all people come up with a better plan than that?"
"Don't throw stones when you live in a glass house, Maron. You won't know a good plan if bit you on the foot, slithered up leg and crawled up your flat a-"
"Princess Bulma!" The Royal Guard fell to one knee. "King Vegeta requests your presence."
She frowned and mocked him in her head. 'Princess Bulma, King ***hole demands you to see his royal-pain-in-the-***' "Of course. It looks like we'll have to continue this conversation another time."
"Quite right, sister."
Bulma sent her one last glare before spinning on her heel and walking out the door. The Guard was following close behind her and he was started to get on her nerves. She stopped dead in her tracks, he almost ran straight into her. "I'm not physic you know, I don't know where he is."
"Oh of course." He walked in front of her.
After a few minutes of walking in silence Bulma grew bored and even more agitated. "Guard what is your name?"
"Polisyo (Po-lish-yo)."
'Wow, he's a regular conversationalist.' "Are all you Sayian Royal Guards closed mouthed or is it just you."
"All of us."
"That explains a lot."
Polisyo glanced over his shoulder. He had been to many planets and met many royals. All the princesses he had ever met were nothing like her. For starters, they never wanted him to walk in front. They always wanted to lead even when they didn't know where they were going. They never spoke to him because he had neither royal nor noble blood. She was an interesting person indeed. "I suppose it could."
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in agitation. Why did she even try? All she wanted to do was get this meeting over with so she could go see Vegeta. Wait see Vegeta? No she definitely meant kick Vegeta's ***. Yes, that was what she meant. She blinked, realizing Polisyo had said something. "What?"
"He's in here." He gestured to a grand wooden door.
Bulma breathed deeply, calming herself before walking in. King Vegeta was sitting in a leather chair staring out the window. He turned around. "Isn't the view to die for?"
"If you like to spend your time staring at plants then yes."
Vegeta chuckled. "You remind me of my son."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"You two are so much alike. Which is why I asked to see you."
Bulma rolled her eyes inwardly. 'More like told me to see you.' "Really?"
"I don't know if you two will work. I have been thinking about taking my son out of the tournament."
She panicked. Vegeta was her only to ticket to freedom. If he didn't enter the tournament she would have to be Frieza's mate for sure. She had to think quickly. "You don't know what will work?"
"You and Vegeta." He said it as if it hurt him to say. "You are too alike. Everyone knows opposites attract. It might not work out. There would be a huge fight that might break treaties. There could be a war behind this. I'm just thinking for the good of everyone."
"The phrase opposites attract only applies to science. My parents are very similar and they're bond is extremely strong."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed and his voice wasn't as friendly. "Why do you want Vegeta in the tournament?"
"I wish to see him fight. He kept boasting about his strength and I wanted to see if he is as strong as he says he is."
He chuckled. "That's my arrogant son. Always bragging. Well if you put it that way, I don't see a problem with him competing."
"I sorry to leave so soon but I have somewhere I need to be."
"Oh, of course."
Bulma nodded and walked toward to the door.
"Princess."
She turned around. "You also remind me of my previous mate."
She blinked not knowing what to say she murmured a 'thank you' and left. Bulma walked hurriedly down the hall. That man gave her the creeps, and that was a hard thing to do. And what did he mean by 'previous'? Sayians were mates for life. Did that mean that she died? If so, why didn't he die? Maybe their bond wasn't strong. Maybe he didn't care for her. Whatever the case, she would steer clear of him.
Bulma walked through the gardens for the second time that day. In this one day she had been in this garden longer than she had her whole entire life. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't even abhor the cheery colors and bright sunshine. Before she knew it she was at the gravity room's door. Without knocking, she walked right in.
Vegeta was balancing on one finger. His armor was cracked and some parts where broken off. A bead of sweat rolled into his eye. He tried to blink it out but he couldn't. He fell over on his butt. Cursing in several different languages, Vegeta brushed off his butt and turned around.
Bulma stood there trying her best not to laugh. "It's good to see you're making progress." He scowled at her. She had sneaked up on him again. How the HFIL does she do that? She kept talking ignoring his evil look. "I think your father is suspicious."
"Why?"
"He called for me in the middle of my training period. And we had this strange talk about me reminding him of you, and him taking you out of the tournament. I had to make up some stupid excuse to keep you here and he bought it. There is something about that conversation that was not quite right."
Vegeta frowned. He knew his father. Everything about that man was not quite right. He was up to something but he didn't know what it was. "That man is always plotting something."
Bulma tried to shake the bad feeling but it wouldn't go away. Frustrated, she growled. "I don't like this."
"Did you come here to spar or did you come here to discuss my father? If you came for the latter then you're only serving to waste my time."
Bulma powered up. "I'm wasting your time?! Sorry for being concerned about my life!" She shot a ki blast at him. "I forgot the only thing you think about is yourself."
Vegeta phased out. She closed her eyes and focused. "You're wrong." Bulma threw a punch at thin air. She shook her head. When he got her angry it was hard for her to sense him. "I think about how stupid-" He appeared in front of her and punched her in the stomach. "-ugly-" He punched her in the face. "-and slow you are." He kicked her sending her flying across the room. Bulma wiped some blood from her mouth and charged at him
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King Vegeta sat staring out the window, stoking his beard. Everything was going according to plan. Oh what a marvelous plan! He had thought it up just the night before. He had been in his rooms when Radditz told him what he had heard. The two young sayians planning to defeat Frieza! What a joke! But he more he thought about it the better it sounded. If Frieza killed Vegeta, he'd be out the picture. Everyone knows that Frieza doesn't keep his mates for long anyway. He tires of them quick and sells them into slavery. As much as he hated seconds it would have to do. But if Vegeta somehow kills Frieza -King Vegeta breaks out in uncontrollable laughter- the Frieza would be out of the picture. That would be all the more sweeter. As soon as he won the tournament he would simply kill him. Yes, what a great plan! There was no way he could lose. Bulma would be his. There was a knock on the door. "You may enter."
Radditz bowed. "I have some more information for you, sire."
"What are you waiting for, let's hear it."
"Princess Bulma and PrinceVegeta are training in this dome building in the middle of the forests behind the palace."
King Vegeta stroked his beard. "Why would they train in the middle of the forest when the could always use the royal training room?"
"I have a theory. There is something different about this training room. Something that will help him get stronger faster, but I can't figure it out want it is. I tried to get a closer look when the princess met him there a few minutes ago but whenever ever I got close she looked around as if she knew I was there."
"That's impossible, how could she know you were there? Did she have a scouter?"
"No, sire."
"Maybe the dome tells when people approach."
"Princess Vegeta did not sense me when I came during the morning."
"Interesting. Is that all?"
"Yes I'm afraid that's all, sire."
"Radditz you have served me well. Is there anything you desire?"
"Yes there is sire."
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Bulma lifted Maron off the floor by her hair. "You told father you wench!"
"Let go of me!"
"Why should I?! This is exactly what you deserve!" She flew about a mile into the sky. Maron shrieked and kicked. "You know what Maron, I think I will let go." Bulma released her hair. She screamed bloody murder while she plummeted. Bulma floated leisurely beside her. "Oh I forgot, you never did learn how to fly did you? No you were too busy obsessing over your looks. But that was the smart thing to do right? I mean, who needs to fly in real life anyway?" She grabbed her right before she hit the ground. "If you utter one word of this to anyone I will beat you within an inch of your life and say that you fell down the stairs." She dropped Maron and stomped off.
Bulma flew to her room window and climbed in. She pressed the intercom button. "18, Chichi, come here!"
They walked into her room. Chichi sighed. "Alright who pissed you off this time?"
"Maron told father that beat her up in the Royal Training room!"
"So.?"
"The point is that I didn't even touch a single strand of hair on her! And now dad has invited Lord Zarbon to the tournament? Can you believe that BS?! Now I have one more person to worry about."
"That pretty boy? What's there to worry about?"
"You obviously don't remember his visit four years ago."
18 rubbed your chin. "Oh yeah when you called him a moron and he transformed and kicked your-"
"Okay that's enough. The point is, I think someone is setting us up."
"What do you mean?"
"Doesn't everything seem a little odd to you. Ever since we learned Frieza was coming everything has been messed up. Think about it. King Vegeta shows up, Goku's brother is with them, father inviting Zarbon. This thing is much bigger than Frieza. It's all been set up. But the question is, who's behind it?"
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Radditz walked through the door and bumped into Kakarot. "Fancy meeting you here brother."
"This is my room."
"So it is, so it is."
"Cut the crap, what do you want?"
"I just came to tell you, after having a little talk with King Vegeta, he has granted me permission to take Chichi as my mate."
"WHAT?!"
FlamezofDoom: So how is that for a cliffy?
HellRasier: *Grumbles* It wasn't that good.
FFD: It was better than yours
HR: don't make me come over there!
FFD: Shut up you ain't gonna do anything except tell your sister to hold you back.
HR:..so..
FFD: *rolls eyes* Read my story and review!
HellRasier: Do to a serious case of writer's block I have asked FlamezofDoom to help me write this chapter of TWAH. Please disregard any shameless advertisements of her story between scenes.
FlamesofDoom: How did you know about that? It was supposed to be subliminal .
HR: You can't write down subliminal messages!
FFD: You can't?
HR: *shakes head* just read the chapter.
Chapter 6
Maron batted her eyes. "To train of course."
Bulma snorted. "Stop lying, you never train."
"I've taken a *special* interest."
"You mean you've come here to flirt with the princes."
"Oh sister must you be so accusative?"
"Yes."
She sighed. "Please excuse my dreary sister. What were you saying Prince Eaiuko (Eye-u-co)?"
A vein popped out of Bulma's head. "I was talking to you!"
"But the prince was talking to me first so that you will just have to wait, go head Eaiuko."
Bulma growled and shot a ki blast at him sending him flying into a wall. "It seems that Eaiuko had to take sudden leave. I guess since he is gone I don't have to wait, now do I?"
The princes backed away slightly. Maron pouted. "You always were a spoil sport."
She rolled her eyes. "Spare me. Either you are here to train or you leave. You can always throw yourself at men during one of the many banquets coming up for this is not the place."
"Well, if a certain someone had not slipped something into my food that made me sick for the past month I might have gone to one of those banquets."
"If a certain someone had not tried to come on to a certain someone's boyfriend then maybe that situation might have been avoided."
"Why do you care? Didn't you two break up anyway? He cheated on you with another woman because he couldn't stand being with a hag like you."
"It would be in your best interest to shut the hell up right now if you don't want to be my decapitated little sister."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me."
"Besides you know what would happened it you touched a hair on my head. You would be forced to marry someone you do not like. We wouldn't want that now do we?"
"If I had to marry that frog I would poison his food and say it was done by an assassin."
"My dear sister, couldn't you of all people come up with a better plan than that?"
"Don't throw stones when you live in a glass house, Maron. You won't know a good plan if bit you on the foot, slithered up leg and crawled up your flat a-"
"Princess Bulma!" The Royal Guard fell to one knee. "King Vegeta requests your presence."
She frowned and mocked him in her head. 'Princess Bulma, King ***hole demands you to see his royal-pain-in-the-***' "Of course. It looks like we'll have to continue this conversation another time."
"Quite right, sister."
Bulma sent her one last glare before spinning on her heel and walking out the door. The Guard was following close behind her and he was started to get on her nerves. She stopped dead in her tracks, he almost ran straight into her. "I'm not physic you know, I don't know where he is."
"Oh of course." He walked in front of her.
After a few minutes of walking in silence Bulma grew bored and even more agitated. "Guard what is your name?"
"Polisyo (Po-lish-yo)."
'Wow, he's a regular conversationalist.' "Are all you Sayian Royal Guards closed mouthed or is it just you."
"All of us."
"That explains a lot."
Polisyo glanced over his shoulder. He had been to many planets and met many royals. All the princesses he had ever met were nothing like her. For starters, they never wanted him to walk in front. They always wanted to lead even when they didn't know where they were going. They never spoke to him because he had neither royal nor noble blood. She was an interesting person indeed. "I suppose it could."
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in agitation. Why did she even try? All she wanted to do was get this meeting over with so she could go see Vegeta. Wait see Vegeta? No she definitely meant kick Vegeta's ***. Yes, that was what she meant. She blinked, realizing Polisyo had said something. "What?"
"He's in here." He gestured to a grand wooden door.
Bulma breathed deeply, calming herself before walking in. King Vegeta was sitting in a leather chair staring out the window. He turned around. "Isn't the view to die for?"
"If you like to spend your time staring at plants then yes."
Vegeta chuckled. "You remind me of my son."
She raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"You two are so much alike. Which is why I asked to see you."
Bulma rolled her eyes inwardly. 'More like told me to see you.' "Really?"
"I don't know if you two will work. I have been thinking about taking my son out of the tournament."
She panicked. Vegeta was her only to ticket to freedom. If he didn't enter the tournament she would have to be Frieza's mate for sure. She had to think quickly. "You don't know what will work?"
"You and Vegeta." He said it as if it hurt him to say. "You are too alike. Everyone knows opposites attract. It might not work out. There would be a huge fight that might break treaties. There could be a war behind this. I'm just thinking for the good of everyone."
"The phrase opposites attract only applies to science. My parents are very similar and they're bond is extremely strong."
Vegeta's eyes narrowed and his voice wasn't as friendly. "Why do you want Vegeta in the tournament?"
"I wish to see him fight. He kept boasting about his strength and I wanted to see if he is as strong as he says he is."
He chuckled. "That's my arrogant son. Always bragging. Well if you put it that way, I don't see a problem with him competing."
"I sorry to leave so soon but I have somewhere I need to be."
"Oh, of course."
Bulma nodded and walked toward to the door.
"Princess."
She turned around. "You also remind me of my previous mate."
She blinked not knowing what to say she murmured a 'thank you' and left. Bulma walked hurriedly down the hall. That man gave her the creeps, and that was a hard thing to do. And what did he mean by 'previous'? Sayians were mates for life. Did that mean that she died? If so, why didn't he die? Maybe their bond wasn't strong. Maybe he didn't care for her. Whatever the case, she would steer clear of him.
Bulma walked through the gardens for the second time that day. In this one day she had been in this garden longer than she had her whole entire life. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't even abhor the cheery colors and bright sunshine. Before she knew it she was at the gravity room's door. Without knocking, she walked right in.
Vegeta was balancing on one finger. His armor was cracked and some parts where broken off. A bead of sweat rolled into his eye. He tried to blink it out but he couldn't. He fell over on his butt. Cursing in several different languages, Vegeta brushed off his butt and turned around.
Bulma stood there trying her best not to laugh. "It's good to see you're making progress." He scowled at her. She had sneaked up on him again. How the HFIL does she do that? She kept talking ignoring his evil look. "I think your father is suspicious."
"Why?"
"He called for me in the middle of my training period. And we had this strange talk about me reminding him of you, and him taking you out of the tournament. I had to make up some stupid excuse to keep you here and he bought it. There is something about that conversation that was not quite right."
Vegeta frowned. He knew his father. Everything about that man was not quite right. He was up to something but he didn't know what it was. "That man is always plotting something."
Bulma tried to shake the bad feeling but it wouldn't go away. Frustrated, she growled. "I don't like this."
"Did you come here to spar or did you come here to discuss my father? If you came for the latter then you're only serving to waste my time."
Bulma powered up. "I'm wasting your time?! Sorry for being concerned about my life!" She shot a ki blast at him. "I forgot the only thing you think about is yourself."
Vegeta phased out. She closed her eyes and focused. "You're wrong." Bulma threw a punch at thin air. She shook her head. When he got her angry it was hard for her to sense him. "I think about how stupid-" He appeared in front of her and punched her in the stomach. "-ugly-" He punched her in the face. "-and slow you are." He kicked her sending her flying across the room. Bulma wiped some blood from her mouth and charged at him
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King Vegeta sat staring out the window, stoking his beard. Everything was going according to plan. Oh what a marvelous plan! He had thought it up just the night before. He had been in his rooms when Radditz told him what he had heard. The two young sayians planning to defeat Frieza! What a joke! But he more he thought about it the better it sounded. If Frieza killed Vegeta, he'd be out the picture. Everyone knows that Frieza doesn't keep his mates for long anyway. He tires of them quick and sells them into slavery. As much as he hated seconds it would have to do. But if Vegeta somehow kills Frieza -King Vegeta breaks out in uncontrollable laughter- the Frieza would be out of the picture. That would be all the more sweeter. As soon as he won the tournament he would simply kill him. Yes, what a great plan! There was no way he could lose. Bulma would be his. There was a knock on the door. "You may enter."
Radditz bowed. "I have some more information for you, sire."
"What are you waiting for, let's hear it."
"Princess Bulma and PrinceVegeta are training in this dome building in the middle of the forests behind the palace."
King Vegeta stroked his beard. "Why would they train in the middle of the forest when the could always use the royal training room?"
"I have a theory. There is something different about this training room. Something that will help him get stronger faster, but I can't figure it out want it is. I tried to get a closer look when the princess met him there a few minutes ago but whenever ever I got close she looked around as if she knew I was there."
"That's impossible, how could she know you were there? Did she have a scouter?"
"No, sire."
"Maybe the dome tells when people approach."
"Princess Vegeta did not sense me when I came during the morning."
"Interesting. Is that all?"
"Yes I'm afraid that's all, sire."
"Radditz you have served me well. Is there anything you desire?"
"Yes there is sire."
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Bulma lifted Maron off the floor by her hair. "You told father you wench!"
"Let go of me!"
"Why should I?! This is exactly what you deserve!" She flew about a mile into the sky. Maron shrieked and kicked. "You know what Maron, I think I will let go." Bulma released her hair. She screamed bloody murder while she plummeted. Bulma floated leisurely beside her. "Oh I forgot, you never did learn how to fly did you? No you were too busy obsessing over your looks. But that was the smart thing to do right? I mean, who needs to fly in real life anyway?" She grabbed her right before she hit the ground. "If you utter one word of this to anyone I will beat you within an inch of your life and say that you fell down the stairs." She dropped Maron and stomped off.
Bulma flew to her room window and climbed in. She pressed the intercom button. "18, Chichi, come here!"
They walked into her room. Chichi sighed. "Alright who pissed you off this time?"
"Maron told father that beat her up in the Royal Training room!"
"So.?"
"The point is that I didn't even touch a single strand of hair on her! And now dad has invited Lord Zarbon to the tournament? Can you believe that BS?! Now I have one more person to worry about."
"That pretty boy? What's there to worry about?"
"You obviously don't remember his visit four years ago."
18 rubbed your chin. "Oh yeah when you called him a moron and he transformed and kicked your-"
"Okay that's enough. The point is, I think someone is setting us up."
"What do you mean?"
"Doesn't everything seem a little odd to you. Ever since we learned Frieza was coming everything has been messed up. Think about it. King Vegeta shows up, Goku's brother is with them, father inviting Zarbon. This thing is much bigger than Frieza. It's all been set up. But the question is, who's behind it?"
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Radditz walked through the door and bumped into Kakarot. "Fancy meeting you here brother."
"This is my room."
"So it is, so it is."
"Cut the crap, what do you want?"
"I just came to tell you, after having a little talk with King Vegeta, he has granted me permission to take Chichi as my mate."
"WHAT?!"
FlamezofDoom: So how is that for a cliffy?
HellRasier: *Grumbles* It wasn't that good.
FFD: It was better than yours
HR: don't make me come over there!
FFD: Shut up you ain't gonna do anything except tell your sister to hold you back.
HR:..so..
FFD: *rolls eyes* Read my story and review!