Flying with a Wish
Chapter Four: Long Live the King!
By Delphine Pryde
King Vegeta XXVIII forced himself not to yawn for the utter boredom he was feeling. He eyed the source of his boredom.
Chancellor Spara looked more like an overgrown rat than a Saiyan-jin. He was-Vegeta curled his lip in disgust- positively ancient. No other Saiyan-jin living or dead could claim to have lived as long as Spara. One as physically feeble as he was would have been put out of his misery a long time ago if he wasn't so useful. Administrative work was tedious for born fighters such as Saiyan-jins. Most of the work was left to alien workers with the rare Saiyan-jin overseer. So as long as no other Saiyan-jin wished for the position as Chancellor, Spara would live.
Spara had started babbling over the price of juju fruits or some other idiot thing like that, Vegeta didn't care, he was through with it all. "Spara, don't bother me with such trivial things. Take care of it yourself," he ordered gruffly.
The Saiyan-jin King ignored the protesting Chancellor as he left the throne room. Those idiotic reports had left him in the mood to beat the crap out of someone. He stopped the first servant he saw. "Tell Bardock to meet me in my training hall," he told her.
The servant, a humanoid female, blinked her glowing yellow eyes. "Lord Bardock is at the spaceport, awaiting the return of his sons."
Sons…so Kakkarotto had been found. Bardock had been greatly worried that an extermination squad had found his youngest son, it had affected his fighting skills. Maybe Bardock would be able to pay attention next time they spared. With that in mind, Vegeta went to join his Captain of the Royal Guard.
Bardock had already been reunited with his sons by the time Vegeta reached him. Raditz, Vegeta recognized on sight, the others he didn't.
There were two females, a brat, and a man not much older than Vegeta himself. The unidentified man had to be Kakkarotto; his likeness to Bardock was much too similar. One of the females had black hair pulled back into a painful looking bun. She had the young Saiyan-jin brat in a comforting manner foreign to Saiyan-jin parenting. For all her strangeness, it was the other female that really caught Vegeta's attention.
Blue hair hung limply from her head and eyes the color of sapphires twinkled with mesmerizing intelligence. While her coloring gave her an exotic appeal it was the blue-furred tail that really sparked his interest. This foreign beauty was a member of his race. Oh, she couldn't have been a full Saiyan-jin, not with that coloring. But the fact that she had survived to adulthood spoke wonders for her survival skills.
"Bardock," Vegeta greeted as he approached the group.
"Your majesty." Bardock and Raditz knelt in respect as was proper when face with the king of your world. Bardock pulled his youngest son, along with the black-haired female that was his son's mate and his new grandson down as well.
The blue-haired female was the only one who didn't show the proper respect. She just looked at him, sizing him up. "Is that anyway to greet a king?" he asked.
She glanced around before staring into his eyes. "I don't see any king here," she said.
How dare she! "I'd watch your tongue, half-breed," he ordered through gritted teeth.
"I happen to be full-blooded," she told him, sticking her nose up in the air like some foreign royalty Vegeta had the displeasure of meeting.
How odd, he never heard of a genetic flaw causing this much color difference. "A freak, then."
"You-!" she tried to pounce on him but was caught by Raditz, who pinned her arms back.
"Forgive her, my king, she knows nothing of the ways of our people," apologized Raditz.
Vegeta nodded. "I suggest you educate her them." He made a gesture that allowed the others to rise to their feet. "Bardock, training hall in an hour," he said, before heading off.
Bulma stared at the upswept hair; blue spandex clad body, and waving tail as he faded out of sight. "Jackass," she muttered.
Raditz hit her on the back of the head. She twister her neck so that she could glare up at him. He glared back. "Do you have a death wish, woman?" he asked harshly. "Because that is what you'll get if you insist on continuing to insult everyone of sight."
She easily broke his grip on her. Bulma smiled lightly. "Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
Raditz snorted. "Seeing how you handled Maizen, I have no doubt of that. But there are others more powerful than you."
Bulma blinked. He almost sounded…brotherly.
"Well, at least Nappa was with the king," remarked Raditz before sighing. He wasn't looking forward to that confrontation one bit. Even if Saiyan-jin law prohibited Nappa from seeking revenge out right, there were always loopholes.