Okay, I got some ideas now about things I hadn't considered before, so I
guess the show is still on. I just don't want ya'll to get all excited
about a sequel and then be disappointed because it turns out I'm not as
good as you think. I wrote an epilogue, as per request, so check it out.
Also, I have two other fics out there. Look up "Cold Day in July" and
"Changing Circumstances" next time you have a free minute.
The gravity room was just as he always remembered it being, looming, humming slightly with electricity, intimidating. It was his father's domain. Even when the man wasn't there, and he and his brother were using it on their own, it was still his place, no one who had seen him in it could ever dispute that fact. It was where he belonged, his sanctuary from a world that would never understand him.
His father was a great man. A powerful warrior and a proud prince who had seen so much more in his life than anyone could ever really begin to guess. He could see his greatness every time he looked at him, and was proud to be the son of such a man.
But that didn't mean he ever underestimated the power of his father's anger.
Veggie took a deep breath before opening the door to the gravity room. His father's moods were unpredictable; there was no telling how he'd react to having his privacy invaded, even if the invader was his own son. The only person Veggie knew who could interrupt his father's training and not get yelled at was his mother, the small, fearless woman who always did what was right, never taking sides.
At first his father didn't notice his presence. Veggie closed the door after himself and sat down on the floor to watch him perform the royal forms of the Saiyan race, a sight that always held him awestruck. Veggie could perform the forms himself, but no where near as fluidly as his father.
He gave a jump when his father spoke.
"Well, brat, what do you have to say for yourself this time?" Vegeta demanded, not so much as looking at his son. "That woman was in here nagging me again about you, do you have any idea how irritating that is?"
"It's not my fault, it was Goshin's idea." Veggie winced as Vegeta growled something about the "spawn of Kakarrott." " We weren't trying to be mean, honest. I just don't like Trouser. He's a tattletale and he teases Goshin and he thinks he's smarter than me, but mom said I can't beat him up anymore since I became a Super Saiyan, so what else am I supposed to do?"
Vegeta stopped, turning to stare at him. "Your mother told you not to beat him up?"
"Yeah."
He scowled. "Ridiculous. You always destroy those you despise."
"So you want me to beat him up then?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Are you insane, boy? Do you know what she'd do to me if I went against her on this?" He seemed to recall who he was talking to and straitened, the slightly panicked look leaving his face. "Continue what you are doing, only make sure he knows you ignore him because he is beneath you."
Veggie let out a sigh of relief. "So, I'm not in trouble?"
"No. Now go and get changed, you have training to do."
"So then, you've found her?"
"We found a link to her, yes." The man smiled, bowing low. The red haired woman scowled at him, until he pulled her down with him. She didn't seem to understand the idea that, for the moment, she wasn't a queen anymore, but a servant.
"A link is not good enough."
"It's better than nothing, you filthy little-"
The shadowy figure on the throne made a lazy gesture with her hand and the red-head's lips were fused together, refusing to part. The man deepened him bow to hide both a smile, and the continuing awe of the power those he served possessed.
"A close link, a link which can be traced back to her, High Lady."
"You are certain in this?"
"Her blood would sing to me no matter where she tried to hide."
The red-head rolled her eyes.
The high lady sat forward on her throne, sharp features and cold green eyes coming into the light as she considered his information. He knew a blood link was an impressive find so soon, but hid his pleasure in a false display of meekness.
"Very well, trace the link. But do not attack yet. I want to watch her for a while. The best way to get under an enemy's skin is to know what makes her itch. I don't just want her death, I want her to suffer."
He felt a brief flash of anxiety. "Understood, mistress, but remember our contract."
"Yes, yes, she won't die or be injured past your use of her, I promise. Your assistance is too useful to me, Diamond." The high lady smiled, and motioned for him to rise. "You may be dismissed. Go and work on tracing the link, I have a few things more to discuss with your partner."
High Lady Kilaki watched her white haired minion leave with some amusement before looking down at the woman still kneeling on the floor, face contorted with fury.
"My my, I rescue you from the dream of death to allow you another chance at your greatest adversary and this is the respect you show me?" She laughed gently, absently twirling a long strand of pale white-blonde hair around her finger. She dismissed the illusion woven around the woman's mouth with barely a thought. "We have much to discuss, you and I."
"Another punishment for my impertinence?" She grumbled.
"Yes, that, and also what you are going to do for me. She is too dangerous to allow to live, Beryl."
"But you promised Diamond-"
"I would have promised him anything to ensure his help in the matter. Besides, I'm not the one who's going to kill her. You are."
Her eyes lit up. "Me?"
"Yes, then I will have broken no promise, you see? I cannot allow the murder of my youngest son to go without punishment, I am prepared to make whatever sacrifices I need to have my vengeance. Now," She leaned closer into the light, amused at how eager the former queen seemed to serve her. "Listen closely to what I have planned."
To Be Continued Short, yes, but this is the third thing I've updated today!
The gravity room was just as he always remembered it being, looming, humming slightly with electricity, intimidating. It was his father's domain. Even when the man wasn't there, and he and his brother were using it on their own, it was still his place, no one who had seen him in it could ever dispute that fact. It was where he belonged, his sanctuary from a world that would never understand him.
His father was a great man. A powerful warrior and a proud prince who had seen so much more in his life than anyone could ever really begin to guess. He could see his greatness every time he looked at him, and was proud to be the son of such a man.
But that didn't mean he ever underestimated the power of his father's anger.
Veggie took a deep breath before opening the door to the gravity room. His father's moods were unpredictable; there was no telling how he'd react to having his privacy invaded, even if the invader was his own son. The only person Veggie knew who could interrupt his father's training and not get yelled at was his mother, the small, fearless woman who always did what was right, never taking sides.
At first his father didn't notice his presence. Veggie closed the door after himself and sat down on the floor to watch him perform the royal forms of the Saiyan race, a sight that always held him awestruck. Veggie could perform the forms himself, but no where near as fluidly as his father.
He gave a jump when his father spoke.
"Well, brat, what do you have to say for yourself this time?" Vegeta demanded, not so much as looking at his son. "That woman was in here nagging me again about you, do you have any idea how irritating that is?"
"It's not my fault, it was Goshin's idea." Veggie winced as Vegeta growled something about the "spawn of Kakarrott." " We weren't trying to be mean, honest. I just don't like Trouser. He's a tattletale and he teases Goshin and he thinks he's smarter than me, but mom said I can't beat him up anymore since I became a Super Saiyan, so what else am I supposed to do?"
Vegeta stopped, turning to stare at him. "Your mother told you not to beat him up?"
"Yeah."
He scowled. "Ridiculous. You always destroy those you despise."
"So you want me to beat him up then?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Are you insane, boy? Do you know what she'd do to me if I went against her on this?" He seemed to recall who he was talking to and straitened, the slightly panicked look leaving his face. "Continue what you are doing, only make sure he knows you ignore him because he is beneath you."
Veggie let out a sigh of relief. "So, I'm not in trouble?"
"No. Now go and get changed, you have training to do."
"So then, you've found her?"
"We found a link to her, yes." The man smiled, bowing low. The red haired woman scowled at him, until he pulled her down with him. She didn't seem to understand the idea that, for the moment, she wasn't a queen anymore, but a servant.
"A link is not good enough."
"It's better than nothing, you filthy little-"
The shadowy figure on the throne made a lazy gesture with her hand and the red-head's lips were fused together, refusing to part. The man deepened him bow to hide both a smile, and the continuing awe of the power those he served possessed.
"A close link, a link which can be traced back to her, High Lady."
"You are certain in this?"
"Her blood would sing to me no matter where she tried to hide."
The red-head rolled her eyes.
The high lady sat forward on her throne, sharp features and cold green eyes coming into the light as she considered his information. He knew a blood link was an impressive find so soon, but hid his pleasure in a false display of meekness.
"Very well, trace the link. But do not attack yet. I want to watch her for a while. The best way to get under an enemy's skin is to know what makes her itch. I don't just want her death, I want her to suffer."
He felt a brief flash of anxiety. "Understood, mistress, but remember our contract."
"Yes, yes, she won't die or be injured past your use of her, I promise. Your assistance is too useful to me, Diamond." The high lady smiled, and motioned for him to rise. "You may be dismissed. Go and work on tracing the link, I have a few things more to discuss with your partner."
High Lady Kilaki watched her white haired minion leave with some amusement before looking down at the woman still kneeling on the floor, face contorted with fury.
"My my, I rescue you from the dream of death to allow you another chance at your greatest adversary and this is the respect you show me?" She laughed gently, absently twirling a long strand of pale white-blonde hair around her finger. She dismissed the illusion woven around the woman's mouth with barely a thought. "We have much to discuss, you and I."
"Another punishment for my impertinence?" She grumbled.
"Yes, that, and also what you are going to do for me. She is too dangerous to allow to live, Beryl."
"But you promised Diamond-"
"I would have promised him anything to ensure his help in the matter. Besides, I'm not the one who's going to kill her. You are."
Her eyes lit up. "Me?"
"Yes, then I will have broken no promise, you see? I cannot allow the murder of my youngest son to go without punishment, I am prepared to make whatever sacrifices I need to have my vengeance. Now," She leaned closer into the light, amused at how eager the former queen seemed to serve her. "Listen closely to what I have planned."
To Be Continued Short, yes, but this is the third thing I've updated today!