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This Chapter Is Dedicated To My First Reviewer Lauran
(It wasn't a flame either)
*Does a little jig*
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*Why me* Vegeta roared while shooting at the sparring slaves with large ki blasts. ^Sparring Slaves = Unemployed scum of Vegeta-Sei hired by the hundreds to fight the top elites in massed numbers. They all sign up for the slimmest chance that they kill the warrior and survive to become filthy rich^ *That bastard deserved to die* then with a sly smirk *All of them did, and if…* (Vegeta come to the docking bays!) the voice droned in his mind. His reminiscing turned dark as he thought of another aspect *I would have killed him to but…* Again the voice ordered (Now!) Vegeta seethed with anger *How dare he* But understanding that he had no choice but to obligingly press the call button. He calmly waited for the exterminators to eliminate all the slaves. He remained in the room just enough for his personal slaves to come and start cleansing him for his congregation. Making a small frown as he felt the gravity change to a not- so suicidal level, muttering on how many ways he could kill the owner of the voice.
The docking bays were bustling with movement from all the decorators trying to quickly prepare for their prince's departure. All were made to wear black to symbolize the great sadness, or at least wear navy blue and maroon to at least symbolize the royal family colors. All were dressed in mourning attire except Freiza and his men, who wore bright colors to fit Frieza'a strict orders. All other things were embellished with honorary colors as a reflection of the great sadness. But what had caught Vegeta's attention when he walked in was the vast area size Frieza's ship had taken. *Great, just great, I don't fuckin' need them right now* His scowl deepening as he glimpsed Frieza's henchmen approach him as an indication that the progression was about to start. *I knew that Nappa had something up his ass, but this, this is just* fuming with anger he clenched his fists and ground his teeth together.
Nappa looked around carefully as he made sure that he wasn't being followed by anyone. Finally acknowledging that all was clear he steadily pulled out his radio and quietly whispered into it, "Meet us in the Imperial Forest it's not safe for us to meet here." He uneasily looked around some more as he watched out for more trouble. He impatiently started tapping his foot in his anxiousness for the reply. The two-way radio unpredictably started to bleep and buzz at a high pitch. Nappa shrieked in fright as he felt his heart try to escape from his chest. The bleeping and buzzing refused to stop as he hurriedly pressed this button and that. The panic stricken Saiyan did what anyone other Saiyan would do, smash it to pieces. Brushing his hands on his armor and checking to see if anyone heard he mumbled to himself, 'Stupid technology'.
The palace was open The progression was eating away more and more hours as the monotone voice of the speaker read, never once pausing to take a breath, all the testimonies and eyewitness reports on his grave crime. All listened intently, some to figure out a way to free their prince, and others just to jeer at his stupid mistakes. But, the one who was to listen the most was off in a little world. Vegeta didn't see the hundreds who crowded the palace or the guards who stood on patrol the entire premises. All he saw was blood-splattered walls, massive heaps of bloody bodies, and him beating the lifeless body of his sister against the ground. The scene replayed in his inner world again and again from his enter into the room to being dragged away from the location. Then it struck him; he had heard nothing for the past few minutes, not even the muffled screams of his head or the monotone voice of the speaker. Banishing the look of daze that had taken over him he surveyed the site and confirmed his fears. They were all focused on him. Some of them were drying their tears; others grinning prospect of a life without the inhuman prince.
This was the time that Nappa had chosen ever so carefully to make his appearance: for the timing, effect, and of course protection. He suspiciously eyed Vegeta (As did everyone there) for any shift in character and position. Taking his place in front of the podium he spoke of his life sentence to Earth. He started speaking in short sentences for a dramatic affect, "My people, today is a very sad day. Our beloved prince is to be taken from us. He shall be escorted by Frieza's men. He shall be forced to work. A servant under the princess Bulma." Pausing, he waited for the hoots and boos to subside before continuing. "But fear not, our kingdom is in good hands, me." Turning around to face Vegeta he extended his hand for political purposes only. "I say farewell to thee my great friend." (Don't worry about a thing Vegeta; just think of an enslaved life for how ever long you live.) Freiza's crew created a tiny ring around him as they led him to the ship. Never once looking back at the smirking face of Nappa.
I know this chapter is pretty tiny but I'm still working on it.
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