Dance till Midnight
Chapter 6
"Aaaaaah!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs as she fell off the second floor balcony.
Everything rushed past her and she knew this was the end. But when she knew that the 'this is it' moment inside the 'this is it' minutes have come, all she could see was the face of him.
That flame-haired bastard.
Radditz stared out the window of the coach, his head resting on his arm. He was BORED.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
He gave a flat look to the lake they were passing, and continued to gaze at the stars. He sighed.
Stupid Kakarot...this was all his fault!
He just couldn't believe it...this was one of the biggest social events in his lifetime, and because of that brat, he was going there with his mother! How was he EVER supposed to start a relationship with Anybody this way? Augh...
"Are we there yet?"
"No, hunny."
"Please don't call me that, Ma. It's quite emberassing..."
The cart gave a 'hump' as it tripped over something.
"Yaow!" Radditz grabbed his head, which had beautifully bumped into the ceiling and now ached like hell. Just wonderful...
Stupid Kakarot...stupid Vegeta...stupid world...stupid cart...stupid everything....
"Are we there yet?"
"Well, what do you know, we are!"
The cart came to a halt, and Radditz bumped his head, again.
"Oh, for the love of-" he grumpled as he burst the door open almost running out of the despised vechile. Only to have a horseman in a hurry splash him with water from the puddle in front of him. "Augh!!!!"
He put his hands out, horrified at the mess that his best clothes had become. Nothing, could be worse...
"Aaaaaah!" He looked up to see the source of the voice.
The next moment a blue-haired angel landed in his open arms. She looked at him, her hands tightly holding onto his clothes. Her blue eyes pierced his black orbs. Raddits felt like he couldn't breathe from wonder.
"I...uh, thanks." She said, blushing heavily.
"Um...you a-are wel-welcome, I, uh, guess..." He stammered back. Nothing, could be better...
Vegeta trotted back into the ballroom happily. Now, to finish his plan. He had noticed the stairs, and the drapes that hung nearby Freeza's seat. They will come in handy...but not tonight. Tonight, he is jut making the wretched traitor's life a living hell...
The prince adjusted his mask, and headed toward the hallway. As he stepped outside, he saw two guards fighting.
"Why you...! You traitor! How come you get the advisor's daughter...?!?" Yelled the green-skinned one, as he punched the other right in the face.
The fat, pink guy just spit some blood at soldier no.1's feet and smirked. "Guess Lord Freeza likes me better...besides, why would you need the girl? You're gay..."
"I am not!" He charged at no. 2, blinded by rage.
"Boys, boys, what's going on here?"
Vegeta drew a sharp breath, as he quickly ducked into the door. Freeza...
"Nothing, sir." "Nothing sir." The two answered at once, and the sounds of fighting stopped.
"Good. Zarbon, you come with me to the ballroom. Dodoria, you stay here, and make sure we don't have any...unwanted guests. Just let them know... politely that they aren't welcome..."
No.2 snickered, and murmured a 'yes, Lord Freeza'.
Then the other two left, and the prince stayed in the doorway, smirking to himself. Make do with what you got, his father always used to say...
They have been dancing for a very, very long time now...ignoring those who wished to tear them apart...
Goku just couldn't help starring into her eyes, and memorizing every detail of her face...she was a goddess to him.
"You...you are beautiful." He spoke for the first time since they were dancing.
"Thank you...you're kinda cute too, you know..."
He felt himself blush under his mask.
"Gee...thanks...can I know your name? It's kinda hard making a conversation without it..."
He smiled sheepishly.
She smiled back.
"My name is Princess Chi-Chi. And yours, stranger?" Beautiful name...
"Go-" Flashback
"Vegeta!" Goku whispered in the ear of his friend.
"Hush! No names, remember?"
"Oh, right."
End of flashback"I can't tell you..." He looked away.
"Why not?"
"I promised my friend that I'll keep my identity a secret...I'm sorry."
"That's okay. Mind if we take a rest?"
He looked at her. Actually, he did mind, for he did not want to stop dancing. But if that was what Princess Chi-Chi wished, so be it.
"No." He headed toward the outside of the dancing circle. Oh, how he loathed the moment she let go of him...
To his surprise, she turned back, and looked him in the eye. She didn't say a word, just took his hand again and lead him out onto a balcony...
Far away, back in Yasi
"Hurry up, soldier! He'll be sucpicios!"
"Yes sir..." grumbled the messanger, as he finished his supper.
The soldiers at the prison had awoken five minutes after the prince had left, but the commender hadn't bothered to send a messenger untill now. He loathed Freeza, and wished to give the young lad as much chance as he possibly could, without having his head cought in the rope. He was a good man, with a beard that curved cheerily up towards the sky, and eyes that twinkled everytime he spoke. He had a big belly, which caused his wife some frustration, for the buttons on his shirt and pants seemed to disappear one-by-one every two weeks...but he was a happy man nonthenless.
He watched as the lass set off toward the castle where the celebrations were held. It will take him a day, for he had "accidentaly" shown him the longer way...