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"Tell him it is," Vegeta growled, clenching his teeth and bringing her so close that their noses where touching. She glared at him in anger, focusing on his eyes as she unwillingly did was he demanded.
"It is," she said sweetly, still eyeing the foreign Prince. She was not going to let him get away with this. She was the crowned Princess of Doon, and no one, not even the Prince of Vegeta, a Saiyan, would denounce her place in such a way. He would pay dearly for his disrespect to her.
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"Furto!" Bulma's voice rang, causing his head to snap up, ears perked. "Furto! Where are you!?"
"In the hall, milady," he responded quickly, so to keep her from yelling further and causing a scene. He was uncomfortable as it was around the people of this planet.
"Don't milady me mister. I want out of this room..Now!" He flinched as her voice screeched with the last word.
"I-I'm sorry Bulma. Queen's wishes," he whispered, head resting on the door to the room she was in.
"Well at least come in here and keep me company," she sighed, backing up and flopping down on the bed.
"Right away milady." He reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a large silver key and opened the door. "I can't stay long. I..I'm meeting with the royals soon."
"That's fine. I'm just sick of sitting around in here all alone, you know? Its bad enough that I have to spend all this time alone with Vegeta. I have no one. Except you now. It's just so hard. I want to go home and see my family."
"I understand milady. Its hard to be away from a loved one for so long..I just hope you're cured soon."
"Me too." She sighed deeply, bowing her head. She was so depressed. How could this all have happened to her? She was trapped in space with a known murderer and had contracted a fatal disease. She didn't know what to do. What if she died? She would die alone, unmarried, childless. That was the last thing she thought would happen to her, but then again, she thought she'd be living with her Prince by now with at least two children. Now she was having doubts that she'd ever get married.
"Milady," he said after a considerable amount of time.
She nodded.
"Can I inquire about something?"
"Inquire away," she sighed, perching herself up on her elbows, letting her head fall back so she was starring up at the bed's canopy.
"What are your feelings towards master Vegeta?..I see the two of you argue most all of the time, but then..then you have tender moments, almost like there is something there-"
"What are you implying?" she asked rather demandingly, flinging her head back up to glare at him.
"Milady, I think you know what I am asking."
"If you please, I'd like to hear it."
"As you wish.." He sighed deeply, looking away from her. "Are you in love with the Prince?" He squinted his eyes shut tightly, preparing himself for an assault of curses and screaming. But the room was silent. And when he looked, she was not angry. "Miss, are you alright? You look pale."
"I-I'm fine Furto," she whispered, placing a hand on her forehead, while leaning on the other. "I just feel a little..a little faint."
"Are you hungry?" he asked, quite concerned by now. "Can I get you anything?"
"Umm..Yes, yes, something to eat would be good. And some ice water. Can you get me that?" She glanced up at her Fewsk friend, looking as though she would faint at any moment.
"Alright, I'll be right back. Try not to pass out," he said quickly, shuffling out of the room. Bulma sighed deeply, flopping back onto the many pillows on the bed, a small hint of a smile on her lips.
"Good one Bulma," she said aloud, turning to her side, her hands resting comfortably under her head.
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"I demand to know at once what is going on!" Vegeta boomed, no longer feeling it was his duty to be polite to the queen.
Ezador folded her arms across her chest, pulling herself back to her rigid posture. Vegeta had been there for no more than two minutes had he started down her throat, and she thought he held respect for royals.
"Prince Vegeta," King Gregor sighed, rubbing one of his temples in a slow circular motion. "Please, if you expect anything from us, I advise you now to calm yourself. Now, what is it that you do not understand?"
"The cure for Denj-sa, that's what I came here for. When I spoke to Eltamar I was under the impression that it was indeed here as I was told on Fewskm. But then your snippy little daughter informed me that it was not growing anymore. So, I'll repeat myself; what the hell is going on!?"
"Eltamar did not tell you about the Elpin?" Vegeta shook his head angrily, looking over to Furto, who was presently in a sort of panic. "It has not grown in over six months-"
"So I've been told."
"Do you wish for a cure for your mate or not?"
Vegeta suddenly fell silent and, for the first time, did not glare at someone who had basically told him to shut up.
"The Elpin in fact is not growing on Doon-Wait, let me finish-but it is not extinct."
"Where does it grow?"
"It used to grow on the north side of the planet, but, unfortunately, the soil only held it for a short period of time-"
"What does that mean?"
"It means it's not here anymore!" Ezador growled, pounding her fist on the arm of her thrown.
"Well where is it!?"
"It was moved just last month-" the king began, looking at Vegeta crossly. "-to a planet that would better condition it."
"And where might that be?" Vegeta said, forcing himself to not snap at the royals again. Bulma had made relations between them bad enough, for he'd brought her there, but to have himself lash out at them? He was really going to need to bite his tongue. "In this solar system?"
"Two systems east, a planet called Geranoma. Do you know of it?"
Vegeta's eyes fell to the floor, a sullen look on his face. Furto could tell, he'd heard of the planet, Furto had, as well. It was not a terribly bad place as most other planets tried to convince travelers, rather a place where men who were used to being dominant would not wish to end up. Geranoma, a large reddish planet that had control over all the rest of it's solar system, was run entire by a population of women who were extremely powerful, like Saiyans, and held great authority in the universe. Frieza had been known to use their services in the past. They were Saiyan enemies, of course, and particularly disgusted by their Prince, Vegeta.
"So you have heard of it."
"Sir, I could take Lady Bulma myself," Furto interjected, not expecting Vegeta's objection.
"Of course not, Fewsk," he sneered, crossing his arms. He was not, as Furto had thought for a split second, scared, rather quite angry with the news. Geranomes had quite the tempers that rivaled those of Saiyans, and Vegeta despised them just as much as them despised him. The fact that they were a race of almost entire women was not the problem, that had nothing to do with it, Vegeta wasn't one to under-estimate a warrior simply because of their sex. He'd known many female fighters that could pommel the living day lights out of most of the men he knew. And, unlike most, he understood fully why the Geranomes attacked the way in which they did, locking their males up in underground dungeons and hillside hide-a-ways. They had originally, long ago, come from the distant Planet Drenador, which had been dominated by males, who, as they Geranomes did, treated the opposite sex horribly. Geranomes, however, were acting out of revenge, which Vegeta fully understood.
On Planet Drenador, their had been the Drens (the males) and the Geranomes (the females), who were, of course, enemies. The women were tortured and beaten and raped, forcing them to bear the Drens' children. When they bore a female, the baby was immediately sentenced to the dungeon in which it's mother was not living in. Several males on the planet, fortunately, were kind to the women, finding them equals to themselves, and, for their "treason", they were put in the dungeons as well. When many of the Geranomes finally managed to escape, they fled the planet, capturing all the Drens who then knew for a fact were in on torturing and raping them. The remaining Geranomes and the good Drens established settlements on the other side of the planet, leaving the rest of the Drens, bruised and beaten, to their empty dungeons and torture chambers. Years later war broken out between the Geradrens (the knew race of Geranomes and Drens) and the evil Drens, resulting in the nearly entire extermination of the Drens.
After their victory, several of the Geradrens traveled to visit Planet Geranoma, but found their arrival was not looked on happily. The Geranomes sneered at the Geradren males, former Drens, unsettled by their presence on their planet. The female Geradrens received the same twisted glares for having brought them. War would have surely broken out between the blood-sharing races had the Geradrens offered to leave and not return. The Geranomes had become embittered over the years, their few good Drens having turned on them after bearing witness to their torture of the others. The tables had turned on the Drens, the Geranomes were in power, and making the Drens suffer more cruel and unusual punishment than the Drens could have ever thought of.
Vegeta knew the history all too well, Frieza had made that a must of him after he'd assigned him to be stationed with several Geranomes on a mission. Immediately, after being around Vegeta for no more than five minutes, the Geranomes voiced their disgust for the Saiyan race, deeming them new enemies.
Vegeta sighed solemnly; he knew that many of those very same Geranomes would still be alive, and none too happy to learn he was visiting their home planet.
"Prince Vegeta," Furto's shaky voice broke Vegeta's concentration, and he snapped his head in the Fewsk's direction. He grunted at him, crossing his arms. "King Gregor has informed that the Geranomes are not likely to give up the Elpin without a fight."
"Well that's to be expected. No good grudgers."
"You're going then?" Gregor pried, leaning forward. Vegeta nodded. "Well, that's very brave, even for a Saiyan. The Geranomes have increased their power greatly. Though I suspect you have as well since your last meeting with them."
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"Wait-What?" Bulma stuttered, leaning back on her pillows as she listened to Vegeta explain their situation; Furto sat in a stick chair in the corner, sitting on his hands in anticipation. "What do you mean it's on another planet? You mean we have to travel further to get the cure? AND the inhabitants are brutal savages?"
"Yes, that's what I said." She looked to Furto for conformation; he nodded.
"How savage?"
"They're like Saiyans," Furto butted in, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth when Vegeta turned and glared daggers at him.
"They're all grudging females with nothing better to do than brood over the past," he huffed, starting for the door. "We leave first thing in the morning. Oh, and woman, try not to get into trouble before then. I don't want to leave Doon with ill feelings toward Fewskm."
"What did he mean, Furto?" Bulma asked several minutes after she was sure he was out of earshot.
"About what milady?"
"The grudging females things. What's so wrong with Ger-Geromna?"
"Geranoma," Furto corrected swiftly before continuing. "The Geranomes are quite hot-tempered and revengeful females."
"So they're all females?"
"Mostly."
"Are they asexual? How do they reproduce?"
Furto went on, explaining all about the past of the Geranomes; how they come to the planet, their loses, their gains, their revenge that they were still carrying out, their distaste for Saiyans and many other warriors races, and, above all, their hate for men. He told of the wars on Drenador, which was now named Excaro, and of how the Geranomes detest the Geradrens, their own kind. Bulma could hardly keep her eyes from widening as she listened. Never had she heard of just carnage in her life. The history of the two planets was well documented in the Fewskm libraries, therefore Furto knew a great deal on the subject.
"Wow, and the cure is there, for sure?"
"That's what King Gregor said, and he's not one to deceive innocents."
"Why would the Doonso entrust the Geranomes with the Elpin?"
"Hard to say," he said, coming to his feet. "But I believe that Queen Ezador made a treaty with them. It's rumored that she idolizes them, wants to join their planet. Thought that's completely out of the question to the Geranomes, so they signed the treaty. Doon is the only planet with males that is at peace with the Geranomes."
"Well that makes sense, I see how Ezador treats her son and husband. It's no wonder she would want to be part of a brutal race like the Geranomes."
"Well-"
"But wait. How will they react to us being there? And wouldn't they have the Elpin guarded or at least in a place they can easily monitor?"
"I doubt they will be pleased about us being there. We may need to bring a few female Doonso with us to calm the Geranomes."
"That means coming back to Doon to bring them back," she sighed, none too pleased about it. "What about the Elpin?"
"They could very well be monitoring it. It's in high demand in their solar system, as is in ours."
"Wait, their solar system? Where is this planet?"
"Two solar systems east. It's not as far as it seems, it's on the edge of the solar system."
"But why would the Doonso leave the Elpin there? It may not be that far, but I doubt it's close enough for comfort."
"I myself am having trouble understanding that fact."
"I smell a scam. I don't trust that Ezador."
"Me neither milady, me neither."
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"How long will the trip be?" Bulma asked Furto as they boarded the ship and headed to the control room.
"Sixteen days," Vegeta answered for him, pushing her in her seat and pulling her restraints tight. Furto, seeing his action, bolted to his seat, quickly snapping the buckles together. "Fourteen if we're lucky."
"Sixteen?" Bulma yelped, swatting Vegeta's hands away that were still probing her buckles. They were secure and he knew it, he was just trying to get under her skin. "But that's more than two weeks on this damn ship. I'm going to get cabin fever!"
"You're going to get more than that if you don't pipe down," Vegeta hissed, plopping into his seat, strapping himself in.
"Furto, I thought you said it was a short trip."
"Compared to others, yes it is."
The female Doonso that Furto was sure would be accompanying them on their journey were in fact coming along, though chose to travel on their own ship. They didn't feel comfortable traveling with Vegeta aboard, therefore were on a ship that had taken off several minutes before theirs.
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Bulma glided out of her bedroom, her aqua marine hair wet and dangling in her face. She brushed it aside, nearly hitting the wall, then continued to the kitchen. Vegeta, who she had expected to see, was not there, but in the control room, his next most obvious refuge.
"Vegeta," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, not answering her. "Vegeta, I really need to speak with you."
His head suddenly turned in her direction; she sounded a bit off to him.
"What about woman? I'm busy."
"About us, and no, you're not busy."
"Us? What about us?" He narrowed his eyes at her, then looked back out the window.
"You know what I'm going to say Vegeta," she sighed, hopping onto the control panel in front of him. "I know you've been thinking about it as well, I see it in your eyes every time I entered the room."
"It's called regret woman, you should know it well," he sneered, making a try to leave the room.
"I don't think so," Bulma snapped, jumping in front of him before he was even close to the exit. "I refuse to let you go without some answers."
"Let me go? Woman, you have barely any more strength than a common earth housefly. Step aside before you get hurt."
"Just one question, then I'll let it be, ok?"
Vegeta groaned, but didn't shove her aside.
"Well?"
"One."
"Do you think of it?" He was about to answer when she held her fingers to his lips. "Wait." He glared at her. "And, if you do think of it, does it plague your thoughts? Do you wake from dreams in a sweat?"
"That was three questions woman, which one am I to answer?"
"Ok," she said with a devious smile. "Do you dream about me in regards to that night?"
"If I tell you, you will not bother me again woman, is that understood?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
"About happens?"
"Ah, ah, ahhh, woman. That would be more than one question." He sent her a little smirk, over-joyed when she stuttered in protest, and left the room.
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---Chapter 12! Woohoo! Finally! After all this time I finally have a NEW chapter for this fic! Wee! :D Hope everyone enjoyed it, I know I enjoyed writing it. And what did everyone think of the new dilemma? Muhahaha! I know, I know, I'm evil, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Anyways, sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I just had to get it out before any more time passed.
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Next time: The days pass on the ship, and things aren't looking so good for our couple. But then again, when do they ever? :P
"Tell him it is," Vegeta growled, clenching his teeth and bringing her so close that their noses where touching. She glared at him in anger, focusing on his eyes as she unwillingly did was he demanded.
"It is," she said sweetly, still eyeing the foreign Prince. She was not going to let him get away with this. She was the crowned Princess of Doon, and no one, not even the Prince of Vegeta, a Saiyan, would denounce her place in such a way. He would pay dearly for his disrespect to her.
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"Furto!" Bulma's voice rang, causing his head to snap up, ears perked. "Furto! Where are you!?"
"In the hall, milady," he responded quickly, so to keep her from yelling further and causing a scene. He was uncomfortable as it was around the people of this planet.
"Don't milady me mister. I want out of this room..Now!" He flinched as her voice screeched with the last word.
"I-I'm sorry Bulma. Queen's wishes," he whispered, head resting on the door to the room she was in.
"Well at least come in here and keep me company," she sighed, backing up and flopping down on the bed.
"Right away milady." He reached into his cloak pocket and pulled out a large silver key and opened the door. "I can't stay long. I..I'm meeting with the royals soon."
"That's fine. I'm just sick of sitting around in here all alone, you know? Its bad enough that I have to spend all this time alone with Vegeta. I have no one. Except you now. It's just so hard. I want to go home and see my family."
"I understand milady. Its hard to be away from a loved one for so long..I just hope you're cured soon."
"Me too." She sighed deeply, bowing her head. She was so depressed. How could this all have happened to her? She was trapped in space with a known murderer and had contracted a fatal disease. She didn't know what to do. What if she died? She would die alone, unmarried, childless. That was the last thing she thought would happen to her, but then again, she thought she'd be living with her Prince by now with at least two children. Now she was having doubts that she'd ever get married.
"Milady," he said after a considerable amount of time.
She nodded.
"Can I inquire about something?"
"Inquire away," she sighed, perching herself up on her elbows, letting her head fall back so she was starring up at the bed's canopy.
"What are your feelings towards master Vegeta?..I see the two of you argue most all of the time, but then..then you have tender moments, almost like there is something there-"
"What are you implying?" she asked rather demandingly, flinging her head back up to glare at him.
"Milady, I think you know what I am asking."
"If you please, I'd like to hear it."
"As you wish.." He sighed deeply, looking away from her. "Are you in love with the Prince?" He squinted his eyes shut tightly, preparing himself for an assault of curses and screaming. But the room was silent. And when he looked, she was not angry. "Miss, are you alright? You look pale."
"I-I'm fine Furto," she whispered, placing a hand on her forehead, while leaning on the other. "I just feel a little..a little faint."
"Are you hungry?" he asked, quite concerned by now. "Can I get you anything?"
"Umm..Yes, yes, something to eat would be good. And some ice water. Can you get me that?" She glanced up at her Fewsk friend, looking as though she would faint at any moment.
"Alright, I'll be right back. Try not to pass out," he said quickly, shuffling out of the room. Bulma sighed deeply, flopping back onto the many pillows on the bed, a small hint of a smile on her lips.
"Good one Bulma," she said aloud, turning to her side, her hands resting comfortably under her head.
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"I demand to know at once what is going on!" Vegeta boomed, no longer feeling it was his duty to be polite to the queen.
Ezador folded her arms across her chest, pulling herself back to her rigid posture. Vegeta had been there for no more than two minutes had he started down her throat, and she thought he held respect for royals.
"Prince Vegeta," King Gregor sighed, rubbing one of his temples in a slow circular motion. "Please, if you expect anything from us, I advise you now to calm yourself. Now, what is it that you do not understand?"
"The cure for Denj-sa, that's what I came here for. When I spoke to Eltamar I was under the impression that it was indeed here as I was told on Fewskm. But then your snippy little daughter informed me that it was not growing anymore. So, I'll repeat myself; what the hell is going on!?"
"Eltamar did not tell you about the Elpin?" Vegeta shook his head angrily, looking over to Furto, who was presently in a sort of panic. "It has not grown in over six months-"
"So I've been told."
"Do you wish for a cure for your mate or not?"
Vegeta suddenly fell silent and, for the first time, did not glare at someone who had basically told him to shut up.
"The Elpin in fact is not growing on Doon-Wait, let me finish-but it is not extinct."
"Where does it grow?"
"It used to grow on the north side of the planet, but, unfortunately, the soil only held it for a short period of time-"
"What does that mean?"
"It means it's not here anymore!" Ezador growled, pounding her fist on the arm of her thrown.
"Well where is it!?"
"It was moved just last month-" the king began, looking at Vegeta crossly. "-to a planet that would better condition it."
"And where might that be?" Vegeta said, forcing himself to not snap at the royals again. Bulma had made relations between them bad enough, for he'd brought her there, but to have himself lash out at them? He was really going to need to bite his tongue. "In this solar system?"
"Two systems east, a planet called Geranoma. Do you know of it?"
Vegeta's eyes fell to the floor, a sullen look on his face. Furto could tell, he'd heard of the planet, Furto had, as well. It was not a terribly bad place as most other planets tried to convince travelers, rather a place where men who were used to being dominant would not wish to end up. Geranoma, a large reddish planet that had control over all the rest of it's solar system, was run entire by a population of women who were extremely powerful, like Saiyans, and held great authority in the universe. Frieza had been known to use their services in the past. They were Saiyan enemies, of course, and particularly disgusted by their Prince, Vegeta.
"So you have heard of it."
"Sir, I could take Lady Bulma myself," Furto interjected, not expecting Vegeta's objection.
"Of course not, Fewsk," he sneered, crossing his arms. He was not, as Furto had thought for a split second, scared, rather quite angry with the news. Geranomes had quite the tempers that rivaled those of Saiyans, and Vegeta despised them just as much as them despised him. The fact that they were a race of almost entire women was not the problem, that had nothing to do with it, Vegeta wasn't one to under-estimate a warrior simply because of their sex. He'd known many female fighters that could pommel the living day lights out of most of the men he knew. And, unlike most, he understood fully why the Geranomes attacked the way in which they did, locking their males up in underground dungeons and hillside hide-a-ways. They had originally, long ago, come from the distant Planet Drenador, which had been dominated by males, who, as they Geranomes did, treated the opposite sex horribly. Geranomes, however, were acting out of revenge, which Vegeta fully understood.
On Planet Drenador, their had been the Drens (the males) and the Geranomes (the females), who were, of course, enemies. The women were tortured and beaten and raped, forcing them to bear the Drens' children. When they bore a female, the baby was immediately sentenced to the dungeon in which it's mother was not living in. Several males on the planet, fortunately, were kind to the women, finding them equals to themselves, and, for their "treason", they were put in the dungeons as well. When many of the Geranomes finally managed to escape, they fled the planet, capturing all the Drens who then knew for a fact were in on torturing and raping them. The remaining Geranomes and the good Drens established settlements on the other side of the planet, leaving the rest of the Drens, bruised and beaten, to their empty dungeons and torture chambers. Years later war broken out between the Geradrens (the knew race of Geranomes and Drens) and the evil Drens, resulting in the nearly entire extermination of the Drens.
After their victory, several of the Geradrens traveled to visit Planet Geranoma, but found their arrival was not looked on happily. The Geranomes sneered at the Geradren males, former Drens, unsettled by their presence on their planet. The female Geradrens received the same twisted glares for having brought them. War would have surely broken out between the blood-sharing races had the Geradrens offered to leave and not return. The Geranomes had become embittered over the years, their few good Drens having turned on them after bearing witness to their torture of the others. The tables had turned on the Drens, the Geranomes were in power, and making the Drens suffer more cruel and unusual punishment than the Drens could have ever thought of.
Vegeta knew the history all too well, Frieza had made that a must of him after he'd assigned him to be stationed with several Geranomes on a mission. Immediately, after being around Vegeta for no more than five minutes, the Geranomes voiced their disgust for the Saiyan race, deeming them new enemies.
Vegeta sighed solemnly; he knew that many of those very same Geranomes would still be alive, and none too happy to learn he was visiting their home planet.
"Prince Vegeta," Furto's shaky voice broke Vegeta's concentration, and he snapped his head in the Fewsk's direction. He grunted at him, crossing his arms. "King Gregor has informed that the Geranomes are not likely to give up the Elpin without a fight."
"Well that's to be expected. No good grudgers."
"You're going then?" Gregor pried, leaning forward. Vegeta nodded. "Well, that's very brave, even for a Saiyan. The Geranomes have increased their power greatly. Though I suspect you have as well since your last meeting with them."
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"Wait-What?" Bulma stuttered, leaning back on her pillows as she listened to Vegeta explain their situation; Furto sat in a stick chair in the corner, sitting on his hands in anticipation. "What do you mean it's on another planet? You mean we have to travel further to get the cure? AND the inhabitants are brutal savages?"
"Yes, that's what I said." She looked to Furto for conformation; he nodded.
"How savage?"
"They're like Saiyans," Furto butted in, quickly clamping his hand over his mouth when Vegeta turned and glared daggers at him.
"They're all grudging females with nothing better to do than brood over the past," he huffed, starting for the door. "We leave first thing in the morning. Oh, and woman, try not to get into trouble before then. I don't want to leave Doon with ill feelings toward Fewskm."
"What did he mean, Furto?" Bulma asked several minutes after she was sure he was out of earshot.
"About what milady?"
"The grudging females things. What's so wrong with Ger-Geromna?"
"Geranoma," Furto corrected swiftly before continuing. "The Geranomes are quite hot-tempered and revengeful females."
"So they're all females?"
"Mostly."
"Are they asexual? How do they reproduce?"
Furto went on, explaining all about the past of the Geranomes; how they come to the planet, their loses, their gains, their revenge that they were still carrying out, their distaste for Saiyans and many other warriors races, and, above all, their hate for men. He told of the wars on Drenador, which was now named Excaro, and of how the Geranomes detest the Geradrens, their own kind. Bulma could hardly keep her eyes from widening as she listened. Never had she heard of just carnage in her life. The history of the two planets was well documented in the Fewskm libraries, therefore Furto knew a great deal on the subject.
"Wow, and the cure is there, for sure?"
"That's what King Gregor said, and he's not one to deceive innocents."
"Why would the Doonso entrust the Geranomes with the Elpin?"
"Hard to say," he said, coming to his feet. "But I believe that Queen Ezador made a treaty with them. It's rumored that she idolizes them, wants to join their planet. Thought that's completely out of the question to the Geranomes, so they signed the treaty. Doon is the only planet with males that is at peace with the Geranomes."
"Well that makes sense, I see how Ezador treats her son and husband. It's no wonder she would want to be part of a brutal race like the Geranomes."
"Well-"
"But wait. How will they react to us being there? And wouldn't they have the Elpin guarded or at least in a place they can easily monitor?"
"I doubt they will be pleased about us being there. We may need to bring a few female Doonso with us to calm the Geranomes."
"That means coming back to Doon to bring them back," she sighed, none too pleased about it. "What about the Elpin?"
"They could very well be monitoring it. It's in high demand in their solar system, as is in ours."
"Wait, their solar system? Where is this planet?"
"Two solar systems east. It's not as far as it seems, it's on the edge of the solar system."
"But why would the Doonso leave the Elpin there? It may not be that far, but I doubt it's close enough for comfort."
"I myself am having trouble understanding that fact."
"I smell a scam. I don't trust that Ezador."
"Me neither milady, me neither."
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"How long will the trip be?" Bulma asked Furto as they boarded the ship and headed to the control room.
"Sixteen days," Vegeta answered for him, pushing her in her seat and pulling her restraints tight. Furto, seeing his action, bolted to his seat, quickly snapping the buckles together. "Fourteen if we're lucky."
"Sixteen?" Bulma yelped, swatting Vegeta's hands away that were still probing her buckles. They were secure and he knew it, he was just trying to get under her skin. "But that's more than two weeks on this damn ship. I'm going to get cabin fever!"
"You're going to get more than that if you don't pipe down," Vegeta hissed, plopping into his seat, strapping himself in.
"Furto, I thought you said it was a short trip."
"Compared to others, yes it is."
The female Doonso that Furto was sure would be accompanying them on their journey were in fact coming along, though chose to travel on their own ship. They didn't feel comfortable traveling with Vegeta aboard, therefore were on a ship that had taken off several minutes before theirs.
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Bulma glided out of her bedroom, her aqua marine hair wet and dangling in her face. She brushed it aside, nearly hitting the wall, then continued to the kitchen. Vegeta, who she had expected to see, was not there, but in the control room, his next most obvious refuge.
"Vegeta," she said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, not answering her. "Vegeta, I really need to speak with you."
His head suddenly turned in her direction; she sounded a bit off to him.
"What about woman? I'm busy."
"About us, and no, you're not busy."
"Us? What about us?" He narrowed his eyes at her, then looked back out the window.
"You know what I'm going to say Vegeta," she sighed, hopping onto the control panel in front of him. "I know you've been thinking about it as well, I see it in your eyes every time I entered the room."
"It's called regret woman, you should know it well," he sneered, making a try to leave the room.
"I don't think so," Bulma snapped, jumping in front of him before he was even close to the exit. "I refuse to let you go without some answers."
"Let me go? Woman, you have barely any more strength than a common earth housefly. Step aside before you get hurt."
"Just one question, then I'll let it be, ok?"
Vegeta groaned, but didn't shove her aside.
"Well?"
"One."
"Do you think of it?" He was about to answer when she held her fingers to his lips. "Wait." He glared at her. "And, if you do think of it, does it plague your thoughts? Do you wake from dreams in a sweat?"
"That was three questions woman, which one am I to answer?"
"Ok," she said with a devious smile. "Do you dream about me in regards to that night?"
"If I tell you, you will not bother me again woman, is that understood?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
"About happens?"
"Ah, ah, ahhh, woman. That would be more than one question." He sent her a little smirk, over-joyed when she stuttered in protest, and left the room.
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---Chapter 12! Woohoo! Finally! After all this time I finally have a NEW chapter for this fic! Wee! :D Hope everyone enjoyed it, I know I enjoyed writing it. And what did everyone think of the new dilemma? Muhahaha! I know, I know, I'm evil, but sometimes I just can't help myself. Anyways, sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I just had to get it out before any more time passed.
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Next time: The days pass on the ship, and things aren't looking so good for our couple. But then again, when do they ever? :P