Chapter 9 is here! No battles yet just some more information is revealed in our heroes investigation at the space station and Bulma's introduction to the world of the Machine Planet.
All previous disclaimers apply.
Trunks sat on the control console banging his feet on the side taking comfort in the metallic clang that was disturbing the two technicians trying to do their work.
"Would you stop that!" the saurian alien hissed.
Trunks smiled and stopped for a moment waiting for the man to sigh in relief before he began again.
"Horns I leave the rest of this job to you" he cried in exasperation "my ears can't take anymore!"
Trunks laughed as the man darted out of the room and he turned his attention to the alien that the other had identified as "Horns".
"So your name is Horns?" he asked tiring of his previous game.
"Yep" the man replied with a backward glance at the child.
"I'm Trunks," the boy said jumping down from his perch and walking over to the man ignoring 16's warning gaze. Trunks observed the man's use of the piece of equipment in his hand and immediately began puzzling over it. "Does that device read the contents inside of the containers and can it tell what they're made of?" the boy asked.
"Uh" the man said looking at his equipment "yeah."
"How?" Trunks asked excitedly. "Does it read its actual atomic composition?"
"I have no idea kid," Horn said staring curiously at the boy. "I just use them."
"Oh" Trunks said deflated.
"You kids are sure advanced now-a-says" Horns replied. "You're the second in just two days to floor me. First a planetary representative and now a mercenary."
"Really?" Trunks asked a little disinterested.
"Yeah," he answered. "This kid from the Machine Planet" the man chattered, "only he was scary. Didn't act like a kid at all, at least you do."
"What did this child look like?" 16 suddenly spoke up.
"About a foot taller than him" he said gesturing towards Trunks. "Blonde-hair, green eyes."
"We are looking for him" 16 said. "Do you know where he is going?"
Horns turned around and looked at the giant in surprise. "Listen friend" he cautioned, "I wouldn't go looking for that guy. People who ask questions about the Guild don't live very long."
"Please" Trunks said, "You have to tell us. He has my mother." Trunks immediately glared back at the disapproving android. "He said not to say who my father is, not my mother" he qualified.
Horns momentarily pondered if he should say anything about the woman hidden on the ship, but all doubts were erased when her looked into the boy's large pleading eyes. "Does she have blue-green sort of hair?" he asked.
"Yes!" Trunks said excitedly.
"Then I saw her," he confessed "but don't tell a soul I did."
"Is she okay?" Trunks asked.
"Well she looked fine," he said absently rubbing one of his horns "I couldn't tell much through the stasis capsule top."
"If there is anything else you can tell us we would appreciate it" 16 said.
"Uh, sure" he said "as long as you don't tell anybody I talked to you."
"We promise" Trunks said quickly.
"Okay" Horns said "but it's not much."
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Looking up through the barrier which they had entered the port Bulma gasped in fear seeing the unforgiving gaseous atmosphere of the dead planet circling above them only held at bay by the force field surrounding the port. It really was a completely dead planet they were on, the last place a powerful organization would be housed. She wondered how I was possible to survive in a place like this.
Bulma continued her descent down the latter on the side of the strange cylindrical ship they arrived in. As she carefully made her way down her subconscious stirred. There was something so familiar about the windowless, metallic structure but why that seemed to be the case she wasn't sure why. Pausing at the bottom of the latter she struggled to find the memory explaining her feeling.
"Bulma" Wrench's voice sounded piercing through her concentration.
Bulma turned towards him and gasped at the size of the spaceport she was in. On their way in she had seen it but somehow, only now, did it's immense size impress upon her how truly powerful her captors must be. Robots of every shape and form were bustling about performing various tasks. Truth be told, she didn't see very many beings only machines, which wasn't a surprise considering she was on the Machine Planet. Despite her situation her mechanical mind was picked with curiosity at the prospect of an almost totally automated planet.
"Impressive isn't it?" Wrench asked her with a smile. "There is much more to see that will further astonish you. Come."
Bulma followed him closely as he led her towards the entrance to the large compound ahead taking in the bustle of the literally thousands of robots tending to the numerous cylindrical craft. One activity especially caught her eye; a group of robots seemed to be loading a craft with large egg-shaped machines. Again she was struck with familiarity, this time it was the machines that sparked it. The idea she recognized anything from this place unsettled her.
"Really now Bulma" Wrench chided, "you must keep up."
"Sorry" Bulma snapped sarcastically at the blonde child quickening her pace.
"We mustn't keep the doctor waiting" Wrench said. "He is so looking forward to meeting you."
"I'm sure he is" Bulma grumbled purposely hanging a little ways back from the boy as they entered the structure.
"Since you are so interested in the place I'll start you tour a little early" Wrench stated. "As you can see we are in a large compound, one of 500 on this planet. Force field causeways, like the barrier around the spaceport, connect the compounds. Each compound is built entirely of a synthetically produced metal that is super strong to ensure it is safe from the elements outside. These compounds are the only habitable places on the planet," Wrench continued. "The planet itself has absolutely no breathable atmosphere and reaches extremes of both hot and cold making escape absolutely impossible. The only way on or off the planet is by ship all of which are controlled by the master computer so you see its useless to attempt it."
"Maybe it isn't that impossible" Bulma stated. "Keeping people against their will makes people willing to take the risk."
"Actually we have a very low ratio of escape attempts because of the consequences of a botched escape attempt" Wrench replied.
"What is it, death?" Bulma asked snottily.
"It's far worse than death" Wrench said darkly "a surrendering of your very soul."
"What do you mean?" she asked warily.
Wrench suddenly stopped. "I think it's better seeing it for yourself. Let's make a quick stop."
"I thought you said the Doctor didn't like to be kept waiting" Bulma ventured nervously.
"I don't think he'll mind in this one instance" the boy replied with a smirk. "Follow me" he ordered heading down another corridor. He relished the look on the woman's face. It was so much fun dashing dreams of rescue and escape. "Remember I told you that we collected brilliant minds from all over the galaxy and that they worked for us willingly or by force?"
"Yes" she answered.
"Every one who comes here is first given an opportunity to work of their own free will," the boy continued. "If they repeatedly refuse or attempt to escape, they are immediately made to do so." Stopping outside of a room he waited for the door to slide open. "Ladies first" he quipped.
Realizing she had little choice, Bulma entered into the room. It was a large lab with about 50 or so beings that stopped their various task to investigate the visitors. Some looked weary or confused, trying to avoid her eyes, but there were others with lifeless dead eyes that stared straight through her sending a chill up her spine. Her eyes locked with one and once again she was struck with a feeling of deja vu, as if she had gazed into a pair lifeless eyes just like these before. After a moment the being returned to its work and as it slowly turned around she noticed that there was a small, half-domed, metallic object at the base of its skull. All at once the memories that had been trying to piece themselves together since she had arrived came flooding back.
"This is where that probe came from," she gasped turning towards him.
"Bravo Bulma" Wrench said with a chuckle. "I wondered how long it would take you to figure it out."
"Then all these people that have the receivers are mindless zombies," she stated.
"Mindless is not the right word" he stated clasping his hands behind his back. "The receiver simply connects the computer within itself to the nervous system of the host. Depending on the depth of control the module is programmed to have depends on how much free thought the host is allowed."
"On the most stringent end are the modules like the kind we send with the probes. Their soul purpose is to ensure that we get our information even if the ship and machines fail. The host becomes a living extension of its mission. The probe can tap into the memories of the host and use them to blend in with the locals to avoid detection or use the host's talents that are useful to it. Such ones have no free thought what-so-ever."
"Like Vegeta" she whispered.
"Yes" he laughed. "Moving on to these scientists now. The whole reason for bringing them here is to be creative and they need a measure of free will to do so. They have a lot of their faculties available, they are aware of everything around them and are allowed to think only while they are working. The module directs all their physical actions at all times but allows the mind the freedom to create."
"You mean they know they re being controlled and there's nothing they can do about it?" Bulma asked in horror.
"Yes" he said. "They are prisoners in their own bodies. Tell me, what do you think is worse, death or life like this? Every day you can remember what you've lost, you watch as your hands build things you never wanted to build because the probe found the idea locked up in your mind and forcibly removed it from you against your will. How would you like a life like that?"
"I've never heard of anything so terrible" she shuddered.
Wrench looked at Bulma's pale face and pained eyes as she watched the scientists and he allowed a few moments for the thought and reality of her situation sink in before continuing. Manipulating someone's mind was a delicate thing, you had do it slowly or else they would resist rather than give in. He needed for her to give up as soon as possible and thus avoid the headache of having to continue her education being as the doctor had no imagination beyond the realm of his projects and "empire".
"Now as I was saying there are different measures of control. At the farthest end of the spectrum is me" Wrench watched as Bulma's face turned puzzled and she turned towards him question.
Gingerly lifting up the hair from his neck he displayed the module sitting at the base of his skull. "My module controls nothing of my mind, in fact it is due to it that I can truly be myself."
"What do you mean by that?" Bulma asked.
"That would better be explained a little later on," he stated. "I think we've kept the doctor waiting long enough. Let's go."
Bulma narrowed her eyes and followed as she was bade. He was baiting her and playing with her mind and she didn't like it. No one was allowed to do that to her. She never allowed anyone to do that to her, well accept for Vegeta. He was the only one she didn't despise for trying it on her, as he didn't despise her for doing likewise. It was always an unspoken challenge between them to see who would prevail in the game of manipulations, whether it be in getting a task performed, word battles or seductions it was all a game of wills. They both were tenacious and willful so it was in their natures to challenge each other in this way although it seemed to everyone else to be an odd pastime for a couple. This train of thought brought forth a new burst of courageous determination. "I can't let this get to me" she declared "I have to keep it together for Vegeta and Trunks. No one is going to stop me from getting back to them." She gazed at the back of the strange child who had captured her allowing her anger to further fuel her resolve. "Two can play at this game," she thought determining to use her Vegeta sharpened wits to manipulate the manipulator.
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17 nearly ran into Vegeta when he stopped abruptly outside of a door.
"I take it this is the place that we need to be" 17 observed. "The question is what are we doing here?"
"This is the bar where all of the scum that pass through this station eventually stop" Vegeta said irritably to the android. "We are here because if any of these reprobates have seen or heard anything they will sell us the information."
"I get it" 17 said with a smile. "I saw something like this in an old western movie."
"Whatever" Vegeta replied tersely "Just let me do all of the talking."
The android and saiyajin entered the noisy room filled with drunken reputable and irreparable aliens of ever shape and color. Standing in the doorway and observing the crowd for a moment Vegeta felt uncomfortable. He had never thought it a fitting place for a prince so he had avoided it and only set foot inside when his assignments had required it. Now it was a different kind of apprehension. He wondered if any of these people would recognize him. If word got around that he was traversing the galaxy in search of a woman it could mean trouble.
"If I'm not mistaken you're nervous" 17 chided, "I never thought that you were the type to be intimidated by a few hundred drunken aliens."
Vegeta 'humphed" and glared at him. "I am not intimidated" he growled, "I was just trying to think of a suitable way to get everyone's attention."
"Is that all?" 17 chuckled. With that he shot a large Ki blast into the ceiling. Tearing through the roof above it sent broken shards of metal onto the hapless customers who began scrambling to get out of the way.
"Yaro!" Vegeta rebuked him. "Why did you do that?"
"I saw it in that western movie" 17 replied.
"Baka!" Vegeta hissed irately "Now the whole damn security team will be after us!"
"It got their attention didn't it?" 17 asked with a careless shrug.
Vegeta turned and looked to see the entire bar staring at he and the android. Although he was having trouble containing the urge to beat the android senseless he regained his composure and, after mumbling a couple of choice words, cleared his throat. He flipped the switch on the generator and Bulma's picture flickered on.
"I am looking for this woman," he announced. "She should have come through this station a few days ago with this boy." As he spoke he changed the image. "If any of you can give me any information on either of these people I will be at the table in the far corner for the remainder of this evening. Anyone who comes forward will be well compensated for his or her trouble."
Letting his haughty gaze sweep across the room while he displayed the two images for the last time the prince couldn't help but notice a few familiar faces and concerned whispers being exchanged amongst them. He had to be very careful that he didn't confirm any of their suspicions; if he could raise the smallest doubt in their minds it would be enough. He could start off by not loosing his temper although his traveling companion was making it very difficult. "Android" he addressed 17 "now we sit at that empty table."
"Sure saiyajin" he spit out in response. He was really getting tired of Vegeta's constant insults, lack of a sense of humor and especially the undesirably superior attitude.
Vegeta 'humphed' and they took their seats glaring daggers at each other.
"So this is one of your old haunts" 17 said careful to avoid Vegeta's eyes as he surveyed the room. "I can picture it now. I can see you falling down drunk sharing your shocking tales of planet purging before falling flat on your face. It must feel good to be reunited with your old drinking buddies."
"None of these weaklings are my friends" Vegeta snapped at him "and I never made such a deplorable spectacle of myself. I only ever used these people as a means to an end as we are doing now."
A buxom blue-skinned alien woman clad in a very revealing outfit walked up and "What would you gentlemen like to drink?"
"I'd like something tall, blue and full-bodied" 17 said smoothly running his eyes over her figure.
She turned with a flirtaous smile and appraised him looking quite pleased with the dark-haired stranger.
"Both of us will have Salnian Tea" Vegeta growled warningly "and I doubt you want to have anything to do with this sophisticated can-opener so I have a little task for you. Give the owner this," he said setting a solid gold piece on her tray. "Tell the owner I will pay for the damages and anything else if he keeps the station enforcers out of this."
The woman frowned at the saiyajin and walked away.
"Now that I have taken care of your indiscretion I hope you will refrain from any more foolishness. We are not here for you to pick up a whore and we cannot afford to dull our senses with alcohol so I will repeat myself from earlier when I said "let me do all of the talking"" the warrior snapped.
"You need to loosen up" 17 said angrily unable to contain his air of civility any longer. "A little fun never hurt anybody. Besides alcohol has absolutely no effect on me because I'm not completely organic. So you see Vegeta while you may not be able to hold alcohol that doesn't mean I share your weak constitution."
"Both you and I know I could destroy you without even lifting a finger" Vegeta snapped back. "I am far more powerful than you could ever hope to be and a far better warrior than you could ever hope to be."
"Is that so?" 17 questioned. "The way remember it you couldn't even handle Android 18 and I'm 10 times as strong as she is. We cyborgs are superior to you fleshly creatures in every way Vegeta."
"Is that anyway for two business associates to behave?" a rich female voice asked tinged with amusement.
When Vegeta quickly turned his attention towards the voice the appearance of its owner made him freeze in shock. His years of discipline in emotional control helped him to snap out of it immediately and he locked eyes with her confirming his earlier suspicions. Unfortunately he could tell by her expression she had noticed his initial reaction, which was not a comforting thought.
"Bulma?" 17 asked in confusion.
"She is not Bulma" Vegeta stated pointedly to 17. "What do you want Shadow Sister?" Vegeta hissed.
"Why to help you, of course" she said smoothly pulling a chair up to the table next to 17. "Who is your handsome friend Prince Vegeta?" she said glancing sideways at the unsettled android.
"I'm Android 17," he answered. "Who or rather what are you?" he asked curiously.
"Since she will not tell you I will" Vegeta interrupted sharply. "She is a shape shifter, a tsirijin and a trained assassin. They are undetectable except for one feature they can't change in their transformation, their violet eyes." The prince next turned his hard onyx eyes upon the woman. "The question is who is your master?"
"I think its safe to say that neither of us want to reveal too much about our identities in the open so I suggest you come back with me to my quarters where we can discuss this further."
"I'm not a fool," Vegeta said with a smirk. "We will speak here and now so that you have no possible way to set a trap for me."
"Very well," she said shrugging her shoulders. "My master is an old enemy of yours, Frigid."
"He is still alive" Vegeta laughed, "I thought he would have been murdered by now in favor of a new clan leader."
"Alas" she continued, "he has managed to stay on top by virtue of the strength of his army. With the sudden loss of both King Cold and Lord Freeza the Cold Clan experienced troubles and he was able to get a foothold."
"The once mighty Cold Clan hasn't squashed the loon yet?" he jabbed carefully watching her reaction. "From what I remember the Frost Clan's army was far inferior to that of the Cold Clan. What happened to it?"
"The Clan has been unable to with the civil strife within Tsirisei and the Clan itself" she said biting her lip careful not to react too much. "Cooler has finally taken control and things should change from here on out."
"This is all very interesting" 17 cut in "but what does this Frigid have to do with our objective."
"He may be willing to assist you in exchange for a service" she replied. "He knows the location of the Machine Planet."
"My interest depends on what this service is," Vegeta informed her.
"I can't be sure what he'd ask from you" she replied, "I must speak with him first."
"Then speak with him," Vegeta declared with a dismissing wave of his hand.
"I will meet you here tomorrow at 16 Space Standard" she responded. "It's been good to see you again Prince Vegeta. You've matured into an impressive man."
"Then we have met before" he said.
"Yes, I am Snow" she crooned.
"So you know her?" 17 asked mischievously. "Is she an old girlfriend?"
"I wish" she quipped.
"I would never have touched a whoring lizard such as herself," he hissed.
"Not even if you had a little too much with your drinking buddies?" 17 pressed.
"Damn you!" shouted at him. "This is not a game! We are not here to joke and socialize with the enemy!"
"You shouldn't take things so seriously," 17 said coolly.
"And you shouldn't be so flippant about this mission" Vegeta growled. "You may not care if we get her back in one piece but at least think of her family."
"Fine" 17 answered standing up. "I'm doing this for her and her son and no one else. I'm not taking orders from you Vegeta." With that he exited quickly.
"I've never seen you get so passionate about something before" the tsirijin in disguise remarked. "This woman must mean a lot to you."
"This is a job and nothing more" the prince said careful to make his words emotionless tossing another gold piece onto the table.
"I'm not a fool" she replied softly. "I saw the emotion flicker across your face when you saw me. She is your lover, perhaps maybe even your mate, isn't she?"
"Believe what you want" Vegeta said rising and exiting with out a word.
Snow watched his retreating form thoughtfully drinking the untouched drinks abandoned by the two contentious men satisfied that the unexpected arrival of the Saiyajin Prince would finally give her the opportunity to at last ensure victory for her true king.
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"They are ready for you
now" the petite orange skinned woman said.
Taking a deep breath Bulma
rose from her seat and walked up to the front door. "Relax and be calm. You
just have to be careful what you say because if give you one of those modules
all hope of escape is gone."
Bulma walked into the
office. Her eyes fell on a young man,
maybe 19 at the most, with orange skin of a little softer tone than the woman
who had shown her in, platinum hair pulled back into a ponytail that dropped to
his waist he didn't look much like a scientist. He was wearing a white, rumpled lab coat with the same symbol on
the breast as Wrench wore on the belt. As she looked on from the doorway his dark eyes studied her
appreciatively as most men did.
"Mrs. Vegeta-Briefs I'm so
pleased to meet you," the young man said with a smile "I've been dying to ever
since I received the report of you from Wrench. I must say the holos and recordings don't do you justice after
meeting you in person."
"You can't be Dr. Kougou,
you're just a kid" Bulma said to him.
The teenager laughed. "Things…"
"I know 'Things aren't
always what they appear to be'" Bulma repeated in a bored tone. "Wrench has been telling me that since he
woke me up."
"You do well to listen"
Kougou replied. "Have a seat and I will
expound further on myself, my good friend and this place."
"I know that I appear
rather young but I'm actually 125 years standard years of age," he
confessed. "Wrench there is actually
about 50 years of age."
"What the hell did you do,
find a way to reverse the aging process?"
"Oh no" he laughed
"nothing that fantastic. Wrench will
explain all shortly, my accomplishments really have to be seen to be believed."
"So I take it you now know
everything about me" Bulma said carefully "and I still know next to nothing about you."
"All in good time" the Dr.
said pouring a glass of water. "As
Wrench has doubtless told you this is what we like to call the Machine Planet
the headquarters of the most powerful organization in the known universe. It was founded about 300 years ago and was,
at the time, nothing but a second rate operation. I was employed here and for my genius I was brought into the
inner-circle where my ideas cold be heard. I recognized the potential of this place and convinced them to enlarge the
operation."
"I realized the only way
to stay on top in technology was to be aggressive, those who didn't agree with
me were soon mercifully put out of the way and I ascended to the position I
have today. Under my leadership the
Guild has become the controller of the technology of the entire universe. Forget everything you have been told I am
the true ruler of the universe because ever empire has to bow and scrape to me
if they wish to keep up with their neighbors technologically. Technology rules the universe and I am
technology."
"Humility isn't one of
your virtues" Bulma remarked.
"And not one of your
either" the teenager replied "you sung your own praises quite frequently in
your journal."
Bulma flinched at the
reminder of how they had obtained so much information about her. "Point taken" Bulma replied. "If you are so far advanced why do you need
me then?"
"I have brought you here
to assist me to keep our top position and you have no choice, as Wrench has
explained, but to do so. It is rare in
this universe to find someone with a mind like yours. You almost equal my genius, not an easy task. I would like to use you to directly assist
me, which is a great honor. I hope you
will accept without making it necessary to force you into it. A woman such as yourself would be a welcome
addition to my inner-circle of those smart enough to accept the honor."
"As you said I have little
choice but to accept" she snapped.
"Very good" he
smiled. "I'd like you to join me for
dinner to discuss your new life here. Until then I leave you to my excellent friend's care."
"Come Bulma" Wrench
stated, "I have a lot to show you and I will answer any questions you might
have." He stopped in the anteroom. "First I'd like to rid myself of these hot gloves
and coat" he stated. "You will watch
them for me Rella?"
"Of course Mr. Wrench" the
small orange-skinned woman replied shuffling over and blocking him from her
view as she took the article from him. As she stepped aside Bulma couldn't help but notice the network of
strange metallic cord-like stripes running all over his arms and hands just
beneath the skin. This was reason he
had evidently covered up so much. "As
you can see Bulma I'm not entirely organic" he said flexing his hands and
muscles "flesh yet machine."
"You mean that you're an
android?" she said in wonder.
"Oh no" he answered with a
contemptuous laugh "I am far more than that. I'm 10 times more advanced than your friends I met on Earth. I am a bio-mechanical being, bio-mech for
short."
"Like I said," Bulma
stated unimpressed, "you're an android."
"Unlike your friends all
of my fleshly systems are completely intact and engineered at the cellular
level. My mechanical systems merely
enhance me. I cannot be turned on and shut
off like a mere machine I am an actual true living entity."
"You were genetically
engineered and fitted with metallic parts?" she asked. "That's not so special."
"You're thinking of Cell
maybe?" Wrench laughed. "I assure you I
out-class him in everyway. He was too
artificial to be truly strong. I assure
you I am far superior than anything you earthlings have yet achieved."
"What do you mean?" Bulma
asked. She knew that she had said much
of Cell in her journal and how scientifically advanced he was. As much as it hurt her pride she had been
unable to unlock the same mysteries Gero had in creating him.
"He was a synthetically
created being and only capable of being what was encoded in him. I on the other hand was not created only
improved upon. I was once an entirely
organic being like you but that was two lives ago. It was in one of those lives I met Prince Vegeta and incidentally
came into the employ of the good doctor."
"You actually know
Vegeta?"
"We were never friends if
that's what you mean" he said. "Our paths
only crossed on one occasion, but it was one occasion that we won't soon
forget. At the time I was working for a
tsirijin named Frigid who happened to be in competition with Freeza."
"Then why didn't he
recognize you?"
"Simple because I was much
older at the time"
"So you were older but
made younger with genetic engineering?"
"In a way you could say
that but really there's a whole other reason," Wrench beckoned her to follow,
"I'll explain further."
Bulma sighed and followed
not sure she did want to hear more because her head was already spinning.
Yes Wrench worked for Frigid, who you haven't met yet, and that's when he met Vegeta! Well I guess I lied. You don't find out everything about Wrench in this chapter, you really only get a little bit. You will find out more about his run-in with Vegeta next chapter but the entire incident with Vegeta and Frigid is actually the story involved in Part 2 of the Vegeta Trilogy. Yes you will see more of Wrench. I hope you don't mind. I think Wrench is one of my favorite creations so far.
You have finally met the good doctor in person! LOL! I admit he's kind of your typical megalomaniac mad scientist but what
else would you expect? He's really very
minor to the plot though.
I hope you are enjoying the characters I've created as
much as I am! I've tried really hard to
give you three-dimensional characters.
Next time:
You finally meet the mysterious Frigid and learn of his
request of Vegeta and a shocking revelation as to how he gained his power through
military prowess as Snow alluded to. Wrench reveals how both he and the doctor can be so old and yet young
looking! Is Vegeta walking into a trap?
Chapter 10: Twisted
Mind, Twisted Agenda
Sigh, unfortunately this story is progressing to a point it will provide a few spoilers to Part 1 of the Vegeta Trilogy. I'm not pointing them out for you but I'm keeping them understated so hopefully you won't notice. LOL! Only when in Part 2 of the Trilogy will every connection between Vegeta's past and Wrench and Frigid be revealed. I know I'm evil but if it keeps you reading my stories I'm happy!