Note: OK. The last chapter's title meant as in "Check" in chess. You know? Like as "Checkmate" and so forth. Well, here's the next chapter. Oh, IMPORTANT! I'm not as motivated and I'm running out of ideas fast, so it might take a while for me to update sometimes, BUT I WILL FINISH THIS STORY! I hate it when ppl start a really good story and finish it, so I promise I won't do it (it'd be too hypocritical).
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Vegeta blasted down the hall as fast as he could. He was pissed, too, so that added to his power. Something in the guards voice besides fear was desperate. Something serious was going on. He flew through the throne door and into the throne room. He landed abruptly and looked around in a defensive position, expecting to see some sort of enemy. "So?" he asked, still looking around. "Where is it?" The King got up and ran to Vegeta.
"Son! Frieza is coming back! He's called the Ginyu Force!" the King said seriously.
Vegeta's eyes widened to twice their normal size. "Shit! We're so fucking fried!" (I don't know why I made him say that.) The King ignored his son's comment.
"So? What should we do. This is the perfect opportunity for training to become King." His Highness folded his arms. Vegeta clenched his fists and scowled.
"First of all, I wouldn't have signed that fucking contract, dumb shit. If you hadn't we wouldn't be in this mess! We would have gone on with our plan and he would be millions of light years away. You got us into this mess, so YOU are going to get us out!" Vegeta growled.
The King could only watch speechlessly as his son stomped from the room.
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AAAAAAHHHH! My brain bleeds! (Heheh. Nice special effects, huh?) I CAN'T THINK GOD DAMN IT! -_- Sorry. I SWEAR I will TRY to think harder and make the next 'chapter' longer. *runs away in shame*