Destiny's Altered Chapter 3
By: The Broken Blood Chamber
Radditz wore the outfit in his own room, where no eyes would follow him. He was getting used to it, getting a feel for it. He liked it, almost too much. But no one could see, not yet, anyway.
He had begun looking up the contacts in his fathers list. Most..dead. Their deaths were listed as unknown, just as Bardocks was. The more Radditz ran, the more he began to think Vegeta knew all of this.
The more he got that feeling, that Vegeta knew, the more his hatred and rebellion hidden within grew.
He continued flipping through the list one night, it took up nearly 10 pages in small writing. He got to the end and found a suprise. Berose? The Queen? There was no way ...
Radditz bit his lip. Perhaps he was getting into more than he had bargained for, but no..something inside kept pushing, demanding to keep going. It reminded him a lot of the night he laid under the moon with Etre, something kept telling him to keep going, keep pushing..
There was a quiet tap on his door. He looked up at the clock, nearly 3 a.m. Who would be calling on him this late at night? He pushed the button and the door slid open with a hush. Etre stood infront of him. Her face was a little concerned.
"May I come in Radditz?" She whispered.
He mentally laughed, the only saiyan with manners, it was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her. He looked to make sure no guards, or camera's, were watching and welcomed her in. It was forbidden. It provoked one of the saiyan instincts, there was only 2. Sexuality, and fighting. All mating was to be monitered, and controlled. Decided apon by the government. He grinned at this thought, they had never stopped him and Etre.
She sat down on his bed. She was wearing her usual tight suit, purple, and it covered the whole body, but her armor was missing. His eyes fell over her as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.
"What's the occasion?" He wondered to her out loud.
"Radditz...we're in trouble." She stood and walked close to him. His big strong arms wrapped around her. Tears fell softly and silently from her eyes as she put her head on his shoulder. She could smell his hair, his skin. She knew everything about her lover, and wouldn't regret a moment with him. But now, she and he would pay the ultimate price for it, death.
Her small, but strong, hands found one of his and dragged it down her suit over her stomach and to her abdomen. She looked down and slowly closed her eyes.
"We're not alone in this anymore..." She whispered, tears still falling. Radditz's eyes grew, and his mouth dropped. What the royalty would do ment nothing to him, all he could think of was Etre, and their unborn child. He quickly gathered her in his arms and held her.
"Etre, don't cry, everything will be alright.." He whispered softly, "I won't let anything happen to you, or her.." He nodded towards her tensed abdomen. "I will die before anything happens to either of you."
He walked slowly over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in, "Now, get some rest, you look like you haven't slept in days.."
"Weeks actually," she corrected, yawning. He ran a hand through her soft, short black hair. She looked up at him again and smiled, and it reflected in every part of her face that the smile was genuine. From her small lips, to her bright green eyes. She wasn't sure what, but something was hidden behind the door known as Radditz, and though she couldn't see it, touch it, or know what it was, it reassured her something big was about to happen, and that she would be safe.
Etre was 17, the same age as Radditz, she'd even came from the same batch of births. Etre's mother died in birth, and she had always had that quality about her that Radditz had, that which made them seem different than the others. They did enjoy fighting, but not merciless killing. They did enjoy rough housing, but they enjoyed being happy, and being with family. Something no saiyan held as an emotion, or even a thought. So in silence Celipa had cared for the unique needs of Radditz and Etre. Though Etre was far from being her daughter, Celipa treated her as if she was. Celipa always wished that Radditz and Etre would find the happiness they sought in each other. Both of them were unique for the breed, and since they were young she had watched a sort of romance develope between them. Something told Radditz that his mother would be proud of what was going to happen, and that his father would be, too.
King Vegeta laid in his bed awake. He couldn't sleep, something was stirring, quite rapidly, but he couldn't make out what. Tomorrow would be another execution. This one might be a bit more painful than the others, for him. The only one that would be the slightest bit painful for him. He turned on his side and looked at his wife next to him, lovingly, and then her stomach, with the taste of disgust filling his mouth. He could feel the child's energy..he knew it wasn't his..no one would betray the kingdom and live to tell about it.
By: The Broken Blood Chamber
Radditz wore the outfit in his own room, where no eyes would follow him. He was getting used to it, getting a feel for it. He liked it, almost too much. But no one could see, not yet, anyway.
He had begun looking up the contacts in his fathers list. Most..dead. Their deaths were listed as unknown, just as Bardocks was. The more Radditz ran, the more he began to think Vegeta knew all of this.
The more he got that feeling, that Vegeta knew, the more his hatred and rebellion hidden within grew.
He continued flipping through the list one night, it took up nearly 10 pages in small writing. He got to the end and found a suprise. Berose? The Queen? There was no way ...
Radditz bit his lip. Perhaps he was getting into more than he had bargained for, but no..something inside kept pushing, demanding to keep going. It reminded him a lot of the night he laid under the moon with Etre, something kept telling him to keep going, keep pushing..
There was a quiet tap on his door. He looked up at the clock, nearly 3 a.m. Who would be calling on him this late at night? He pushed the button and the door slid open with a hush. Etre stood infront of him. Her face was a little concerned.
"May I come in Radditz?" She whispered.
He mentally laughed, the only saiyan with manners, it was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her. He looked to make sure no guards, or camera's, were watching and welcomed her in. It was forbidden. It provoked one of the saiyan instincts, there was only 2. Sexuality, and fighting. All mating was to be monitered, and controlled. Decided apon by the government. He grinned at this thought, they had never stopped him and Etre.
She sat down on his bed. She was wearing her usual tight suit, purple, and it covered the whole body, but her armor was missing. His eyes fell over her as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.
"What's the occasion?" He wondered to her out loud.
"Radditz...we're in trouble." She stood and walked close to him. His big strong arms wrapped around her. Tears fell softly and silently from her eyes as she put her head on his shoulder. She could smell his hair, his skin. She knew everything about her lover, and wouldn't regret a moment with him. But now, she and he would pay the ultimate price for it, death.
Her small, but strong, hands found one of his and dragged it down her suit over her stomach and to her abdomen. She looked down and slowly closed her eyes.
"We're not alone in this anymore..." She whispered, tears still falling. Radditz's eyes grew, and his mouth dropped. What the royalty would do ment nothing to him, all he could think of was Etre, and their unborn child. He quickly gathered her in his arms and held her.
"Etre, don't cry, everything will be alright.." He whispered softly, "I won't let anything happen to you, or her.." He nodded towards her tensed abdomen. "I will die before anything happens to either of you."
He walked slowly over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He pulled the blanket over her and tucked her in, "Now, get some rest, you look like you haven't slept in days.."
"Weeks actually," she corrected, yawning. He ran a hand through her soft, short black hair. She looked up at him again and smiled, and it reflected in every part of her face that the smile was genuine. From her small lips, to her bright green eyes. She wasn't sure what, but something was hidden behind the door known as Radditz, and though she couldn't see it, touch it, or know what it was, it reassured her something big was about to happen, and that she would be safe.
Etre was 17, the same age as Radditz, she'd even came from the same batch of births. Etre's mother died in birth, and she had always had that quality about her that Radditz had, that which made them seem different than the others. They did enjoy fighting, but not merciless killing. They did enjoy rough housing, but they enjoyed being happy, and being with family. Something no saiyan held as an emotion, or even a thought. So in silence Celipa had cared for the unique needs of Radditz and Etre. Though Etre was far from being her daughter, Celipa treated her as if she was. Celipa always wished that Radditz and Etre would find the happiness they sought in each other. Both of them were unique for the breed, and since they were young she had watched a sort of romance develope between them. Something told Radditz that his mother would be proud of what was going to happen, and that his father would be, too.
King Vegeta laid in his bed awake. He couldn't sleep, something was stirring, quite rapidly, but he couldn't make out what. Tomorrow would be another execution. This one might be a bit more painful than the others, for him. The only one that would be the slightest bit painful for him. He turned on his side and looked at his wife next to him, lovingly, and then her stomach, with the taste of disgust filling his mouth. He could feel the child's energy..he knew it wasn't his..no one would betray the kingdom and live to tell about it.
