Disclaimer: Check chapter one. I'm pretty sure it's there.
I haven't worked on this for a while, have I? I put up 2 chapters in a row for the Piccolo one though. Well, it IS my pride and joy on this thing. But even if it has more reviews, this is still my most popular fanfic. Off we go then!
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The intercom had been ringing for the past 5 minutes. President Freeza had already walked off with his left and right hand men, instructing that he should be contacted as soon as the Saiya-jin monarch was contacted. "Damnit!" Dark Cell screamed, "How long does it take that king to turn on a screen?!"
The shout roused Vegita from his unconscious state. He moaned and tried to distinguish his surroundings, squinting from the bright light that was suspended over him. He realised that he was restrained upon an operation table with some thick straps as he tried to move. Attempting to move his head as much as possible, Vegita tried to find someone. He thought of calling for #18, but before he could, the table was tilted up, putting his body in a vertical position.
A doctor in scrubs with coke-bottle glasses balancing on his nose stepped out from behind him. "He's awake now, sir. Do you want me to bring the robot maid in as well?"
"That wont be necessary," Cell waved away the idea, "After all, it may be a while before King Vegita answers."
As if on cue, an angered, bearded face appeared on the wall. "Cell! What the Hell do you want?!" He then noticed his tied-up son at the side. "Shit, boy! You can't take care of yourself even with help! Are you trying to get our race enslaved again?!"
"Hey! This is all your fault!" The prince bellowed from his bonds, "If you hadn't have messed up and tried to marry me to a transvestite, I'd be training in the sparring chambers at the castle right now!"
"Don't try to shift the blame on me for that! The princess I arranged you with really was a girl, but someone hijacked their shuttle during the last leg of their journey to Earth and stranded the crew and the woman on some planet."
"That's right!" Lord Cell jumped in again, "I planned for that to happen, knowing that seeing Zarbon under that veil would cause him to run away, separating him from any help he could have." He smirked to himself, inwardly patting himself on the back for his great plan working so well.
The king growled. "Well, now that you have my heir, you want our people in your ranks again?"
"Damnit, Old Man! You're going to let them get away with this?!" The prince screamed once again, "Why don't you just attack them and be done with it!?" Then he heard a whirring from his side. The doctor had a large drilling instrument in his hand, sporting it off with a huge grin on his face. His nurse
"If you do not comply," started General TaoPaiPai, "I will have to go ahead and order Dr. Gero to start the surgery."
"Do your worst!" Prince Vegita hissed.
His father nodded. "Do you honestly believe that I'd hand you my men over one heir!?"
Dark Cell grinned evilly. "We do, if that heir was about to be castrated."
"WOAH!" Both Vegitas screamed.
"I have no interest in becoming a eunuch!" protested the younger one, "I'm supposed to be running a harem, not guarding one!"
"Don't you dare touch him! My grandkids are in there!"
"Jesus, Father, you really know how to weird me out sometimes." He said just before the nurse knocked him out with a tranquilizer shot.
"You know what to do, unless you want your lineage to die under a scalpel." Cell laughed heartily. "But don't rush! You have plenty of time to deliver troops."
He motioned to TaoPaiPai to turn off the picture of the raging Saiya- jin just as Freeza returned.
*buzz*
......
"What just happened?" Cell asked as soon as the browser came on again, not paying attention to Gero and the nurse making out in the back.... What an image.
TaoPaiPai blinked. "I think I accidentally turned off the computer, sir. Don't worry, everything's fine now."
"Was that King Vegita?" Freeza asked, straightening his jacket.
"Yes, sir. We'll get the Saiya-jin soldiers soon. Meanwhile, we wait for the little Brief gang to try to break in after our bounty here."
Bulma was a genius, after all. She tracked down the unique signal #18 made rather quickly to a Prison Planet 3ACedar-Chip, a moon of Jupiter III. They landed on the strip before the main building, immediately gathering the attention of the three guards in the front.
"Hey! Only authorized personnel are allowed clearance to park--" The shortest guard stopped mid-sentence when he saw two women, one blue-haired, the other blonde, beckoning for them to come into the bus. Well, it's no secret that there hasn't been a female soldier in Freeza's armies for a long time, so these men didn't hesitate to follow them. As soon as they entered, everyone attacked them together, beating the shit out of them and taking their clothes. Goku, Tenshinhan, and Kuririn appeared from the vehicle, now in the shiny Space-Dragon-Ball uniforms (Goku had to make a hole in his to allow for his tail), along with Bulma and Kushami, wearing handcuffs to feign as prisoners.
As soon as the other soldiers saw these captives, there was whistling all through the halls. Tenshinhan guarded his Kushami with an ireful glare, and Bulma kept herself sandwiched between Kuririn and Goku. They managed to keep the mob off of them as they looked for Vegita and #18, when they became aware of the sound of someone with a familiar voice rapping behind one of the heavy doors. Not rapping as in knocking on wood, but rapping as in Dr. Dre.
They stared at each other with raised brows. "It couldn't be..." Kushami muttered.
Tenshinhan opened the slot to the door it was coming from, peering in to see Prince Vegita, nodding his head in a beat as he spouted out some rhymes, as #18 was buffing her dress. "Wow, and here I thought he was whiter than bread."
The door opened, startling Vegita and his maid. "What do you want?!" he growled. Then he found himself tackled down by a familiar pair of arms.
"Vegita! I'm so glad that we found you!" Bulma screamed in glee. "We're here to rescue you!"
He blushed, speechless for a moment, then tried to yell at them to hide it. "You guys took long enough! I almost got neutered by one of those creepy, old doctors they keep around!"
"Stop complaining," #18 sighed, Kuririn now hugging her around her waist. "Now that someone's here to help us, let's just get out of here."
The whole group tried to go through the corridors as inconspicuously as possible, but Goku suddenly let out a yelp and fell over in pain. They looked back to find that one of the de-clothed soldiers had grabbed him by the tail.
The three men in only their underwear easily gained a crowd as they yelled out, "Here they are! These are the guy's that jumped us!"
Bulma groaned and rolled her eyes. "Damnit, now we have to get into an action scene, don't we?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I.... have nothing to do with Dr. Dre (to tell you the truth, I don't really like rap). The idea of Vegita--*snort*-- rapping came from reading some of the stories by The Dbz Dealer. I recommend trying some of them out if this story isn't screwy enough for you.
I haven't worked on this for a while, have I? I put up 2 chapters in a row for the Piccolo one though. Well, it IS my pride and joy on this thing. But even if it has more reviews, this is still my most popular fanfic. Off we go then!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The intercom had been ringing for the past 5 minutes. President Freeza had already walked off with his left and right hand men, instructing that he should be contacted as soon as the Saiya-jin monarch was contacted. "Damnit!" Dark Cell screamed, "How long does it take that king to turn on a screen?!"
The shout roused Vegita from his unconscious state. He moaned and tried to distinguish his surroundings, squinting from the bright light that was suspended over him. He realised that he was restrained upon an operation table with some thick straps as he tried to move. Attempting to move his head as much as possible, Vegita tried to find someone. He thought of calling for #18, but before he could, the table was tilted up, putting his body in a vertical position.
A doctor in scrubs with coke-bottle glasses balancing on his nose stepped out from behind him. "He's awake now, sir. Do you want me to bring the robot maid in as well?"
"That wont be necessary," Cell waved away the idea, "After all, it may be a while before King Vegita answers."
As if on cue, an angered, bearded face appeared on the wall. "Cell! What the Hell do you want?!" He then noticed his tied-up son at the side. "Shit, boy! You can't take care of yourself even with help! Are you trying to get our race enslaved again?!"
"Hey! This is all your fault!" The prince bellowed from his bonds, "If you hadn't have messed up and tried to marry me to a transvestite, I'd be training in the sparring chambers at the castle right now!"
"Don't try to shift the blame on me for that! The princess I arranged you with really was a girl, but someone hijacked their shuttle during the last leg of their journey to Earth and stranded the crew and the woman on some planet."
"That's right!" Lord Cell jumped in again, "I planned for that to happen, knowing that seeing Zarbon under that veil would cause him to run away, separating him from any help he could have." He smirked to himself, inwardly patting himself on the back for his great plan working so well.
The king growled. "Well, now that you have my heir, you want our people in your ranks again?"
"Damnit, Old Man! You're going to let them get away with this?!" The prince screamed once again, "Why don't you just attack them and be done with it!?" Then he heard a whirring from his side. The doctor had a large drilling instrument in his hand, sporting it off with a huge grin on his face. His nurse
"If you do not comply," started General TaoPaiPai, "I will have to go ahead and order Dr. Gero to start the surgery."
"Do your worst!" Prince Vegita hissed.
His father nodded. "Do you honestly believe that I'd hand you my men over one heir!?"
Dark Cell grinned evilly. "We do, if that heir was about to be castrated."
"WOAH!" Both Vegitas screamed.
"I have no interest in becoming a eunuch!" protested the younger one, "I'm supposed to be running a harem, not guarding one!"
"Don't you dare touch him! My grandkids are in there!"
"Jesus, Father, you really know how to weird me out sometimes." He said just before the nurse knocked him out with a tranquilizer shot.
"You know what to do, unless you want your lineage to die under a scalpel." Cell laughed heartily. "But don't rush! You have plenty of time to deliver troops."
He motioned to TaoPaiPai to turn off the picture of the raging Saiya- jin just as Freeza returned.
*buzz*
......
"What just happened?" Cell asked as soon as the browser came on again, not paying attention to Gero and the nurse making out in the back.... What an image.
TaoPaiPai blinked. "I think I accidentally turned off the computer, sir. Don't worry, everything's fine now."
"Was that King Vegita?" Freeza asked, straightening his jacket.
"Yes, sir. We'll get the Saiya-jin soldiers soon. Meanwhile, we wait for the little Brief gang to try to break in after our bounty here."
Bulma was a genius, after all. She tracked down the unique signal #18 made rather quickly to a Prison Planet 3ACedar-Chip, a moon of Jupiter III. They landed on the strip before the main building, immediately gathering the attention of the three guards in the front.
"Hey! Only authorized personnel are allowed clearance to park--" The shortest guard stopped mid-sentence when he saw two women, one blue-haired, the other blonde, beckoning for them to come into the bus. Well, it's no secret that there hasn't been a female soldier in Freeza's armies for a long time, so these men didn't hesitate to follow them. As soon as they entered, everyone attacked them together, beating the shit out of them and taking their clothes. Goku, Tenshinhan, and Kuririn appeared from the vehicle, now in the shiny Space-Dragon-Ball uniforms (Goku had to make a hole in his to allow for his tail), along with Bulma and Kushami, wearing handcuffs to feign as prisoners.
As soon as the other soldiers saw these captives, there was whistling all through the halls. Tenshinhan guarded his Kushami with an ireful glare, and Bulma kept herself sandwiched between Kuririn and Goku. They managed to keep the mob off of them as they looked for Vegita and #18, when they became aware of the sound of someone with a familiar voice rapping behind one of the heavy doors. Not rapping as in knocking on wood, but rapping as in Dr. Dre.
They stared at each other with raised brows. "It couldn't be..." Kushami muttered.
Tenshinhan opened the slot to the door it was coming from, peering in to see Prince Vegita, nodding his head in a beat as he spouted out some rhymes, as #18 was buffing her dress. "Wow, and here I thought he was whiter than bread."
The door opened, startling Vegita and his maid. "What do you want?!" he growled. Then he found himself tackled down by a familiar pair of arms.
"Vegita! I'm so glad that we found you!" Bulma screamed in glee. "We're here to rescue you!"
He blushed, speechless for a moment, then tried to yell at them to hide it. "You guys took long enough! I almost got neutered by one of those creepy, old doctors they keep around!"
"Stop complaining," #18 sighed, Kuririn now hugging her around her waist. "Now that someone's here to help us, let's just get out of here."
The whole group tried to go through the corridors as inconspicuously as possible, but Goku suddenly let out a yelp and fell over in pain. They looked back to find that one of the de-clothed soldiers had grabbed him by the tail.
The three men in only their underwear easily gained a crowd as they yelled out, "Here they are! These are the guy's that jumped us!"
Bulma groaned and rolled her eyes. "Damnit, now we have to get into an action scene, don't we?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I.... have nothing to do with Dr. Dre (to tell you the truth, I don't really like rap). The idea of Vegita--*snort*-- rapping came from reading some of the stories by The Dbz Dealer. I recommend trying some of them out if this story isn't screwy enough for you.