Author's Note: Well nothing much to say but here's the long awaited (I
hope) Chapter four or five if you count the prologue. R&R
Chapter 4: What will happen?
"And if they attack, we'll run in blindly. But if they don't, we'll massacre them," Nappa sat mumbling to himself. Planning a purging mission was harder than it looked (especially when your IQ is 50). How did Bardock do it, Nappa wondered. It was extremely boring, thinking up all the possible outcomes and finding possible solutions. "And if they have anything suitable for the harem or strong enough to be a servant, we'll grab them." Nappa scribbled down the notes onto the paper. Next to Bardock's neat printing, Nappa's untidy scrawl looked even worse. "If they're too strong, we'll go Oozaru. If we don't need to, we won't. Now to pick the purging team," he trailed off. "Bardock, myself, Larot, Turkan, and I think it's time Bardock's eldest brat started purging." Each purging squad was made up of five Saiyans unless it was extremely difficult, in which case a back up squad was prepared. Bardock usually prepared a back up squad anyway. Nappa snorted. "We're too good for a back up squad, I won't even bother preparing one." With that, he flicked on his scouter, and sent messages to the other four Saiyans who were to make up Akitaru's purging squad. When sent, Nappa picked up the plan of entry, (which he myself had prepared *gulp *) and the possible outcomes and solutions, picked them up and stalked outside to find Bardock.
*
Bardock was flying to the T.C.C. The big building loomed in front of him and he touched down outside the front door. Bardock pressed the intercom button and spoke.
"This is Squad Commander and Royal Guard Bardock, I demand you let me in at once before I blow this entire building into the next dimension!" The door opened and he strode in, his boots clunking on the polished white floors. He looked at the doors on the sides of the hall. He finally found the door labelled General Announcement Centre and barged in. A few Saiyans turned around from their computers, but when they realised whom it was, went quickly back to their work.
"You!" he yelled, pointing at a short Saiyan who was fixing a circuit board with a screwdriver and other various tools. The short man squeaked and dropped his tools. "I want to make an announcement to all of Vegeta-sei on orders of the King!" The guy nodded, then rushed over to a line of computers, screens and keyboards in front of a window. He keyed in a few buttons before saying,
"It is ready, sir. Please feel free," he indicated to the microphone. Bardock stepped over to it and picked it up.
"Would all single Saiyan woman please report to the T.C.C right now! Anyone caught trying to skip, will be caught and killed by me personally. You all have seven minutes to get here!" Bardock yelled.
All around the planet, Saiyan woman turned and looked quizzically at the direction the voice had come from, before blasting into the air, and flying in a steady line towards the T.C.C. Bardock put down the microphone, then stormed out without thanking the T.C.C workers. As he marched down the hall, he wondered how the hell he was going to pick a mate for his King. "Stupid idiot should find himself a mate," he mumbled. Bardock threw a ki blast at the door ahead and blasted a man-sized hole in it. He walked onto the sweeping lawn outside and stood on a small rock, arms folded, waiting and watching as the woman filed onto the lawn. Bardock glanced at the sun. Half a minute to go. Thirty seconds later, every single Saiyan woman on the planet was there.
"You have been called here, because for reasons I cannot disclose, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta has gone missing and will most likely never come back." There were whispers flying through the crowd and people muttered excitedly. "As Vegeta-sei needs an heir, the King has asked me as his personal Guard, to find him a woman suitable of the carrying his son and the heir to Vegeta-sei." A few women screamed and giggled. People started asking questions.
"How are you choosing them?"
"Why isn't the King choosing her?"
"Does the woman chosen get to mate and bond with the King?"
"Silence!" Bardock yelled. The women fell quiet. "I am choosing them first by looks. Then I go to attitude, you will be required to show your verbal sparring skills, then I move onto strength and you will physically spar with me. If, after that, I still have a few left, I will take them back to the King, who will pick the woman he wants to carry the heir. The King isn't choosing his mate because he is currently in important negotiations with Freiza and needs peace and quiet. Yes, the woman will be the King's mate but they will not complete the blood bong. King Vegeta has always been against a woman being able to see into his head, and therefore does not bond. Most royalty don't. I warn you, the King is widely known for the disposal of his old mate, the Saiyan no Ouji's mother. I therefore impress upon you, the risk that you may be putting yourself at by completing these tests. If any of you wish to leave, you have thirty seconds to do so before I kill you." No one moved. "I see. You all value your planet's well being before your own. Or do you just wish to say you are the King's mate and have slept with him?" he seethed. He could tell that these women couldn't care less about their race or planet, that all they wanted was totally personal and self-indulgent. But he let it pass. "Very well. Everyone line up and I will start the first part of the test." All the woman scrambled into a line. Bardock looked up at the first one. "Too tall." The woman walked away looking disappointed. "Too short, too muscly, too thin, not muscly enough, too manly, not delicate enough," the list seemed to go on for a long long time. In the end, Bardock had 97 of the five hundred that had been there. He sighed. This was going to be a long day.
*
Radditz's scouter beeped on his desk. He frowned and stood, walking over to it. He picked it up and noticed a whole lot of writing on the screen. He read it and soon, his expression of curiosity quickly changed to one of sheer delight.
"Kassan!" he yelled bounding down the stairs and taking four at a time. His mother appeared from the living room.
"What is it, Radditz?"
"Kassan! Nappa says I get to go on the next purging mission with Toussan! Isn't this great? My first purging mission!" Radditz was ecstatic. Romayna looked worried.
"I don't know, Radditz. I mean you are only seven and a half. But if you want to, sure." She shrugged and went back into the lounge. Radditz grinned and picked up his scouter. He them proceeded to send a message to Bardock, asking for permission to go on the mission, getting it then replying to Nappa. Radditz bounded upstairs. The purging mission was in three days.
"I'm gunna go and tell Kartan!" he yelled suddenly, before sprinting back downstairs and literally flying out the door.
*
"OK. There are ninety-seven women here, and I can only choose one. The next test, will be one in which, well, let's just see." Bardock sighed. The women looked at him with rapt attention. "OK, you," Bardock pointed at a Saiyan next to him. She looked up. "Pretend I am the King, alright?" she nodded. "Get me some food, wench!" Bardock yelled. The woman's face contorted.
"Get it yourself you lazy prick!" She yelled back.
"Would you say that if I was the King?"
"Yes, I would."
"Very well, next. I want you all to pretend I am the King and I just said that to you. What would your reactions be?" The next candidate stepped forward.
"Get off your ass an get it yourself."
"What would you like, sir?"
"As you wish."
"I'm not your slave, I'm your wife!" The replies went on for a long time. Bardock listened, writing down the names of the submissive women. When they had finished, Bardock counted and found to his great delight that there were only nine women left.
"OK would the following people step forward," he read out the names of the nine women. "The rest of you may go home now." The eighty-nine who had not been chosen stalked off in a huff. "They should be pleased," Bardock muttered to himself. He then turned to the Saiyans in front of him. "Congratulations. You have made it to the next round. Now, I'm going to pair eight of you up, and the last person will go with me. You are to spar until the other person gives up, passes out or you knock them out. Is that clear?" The all nodded. "Good," then he went through, pairing them up. "And, FIGHT!" he yelled. There was an instant uproar. Bardock's partner flew at him, but he dismissed her with a tiny ki ball. She was knocked unconscious and Bardock turned to watch the others. It was obvious who the fighters were. Three of the women were obviously a lot more skilled than the others. In no time at all, these three were standing in front of Bardock, breathing slightly but otherwise untouched. "Very nice," Bardock complimented. "Now I want all three of you to spar together. Go!" He watched as they spun, kicked, fired ki blasts and basically slaughtered each other. In the end, one was knocked unconscious and two were left, fighting it out. "STOP!" yelled Bardock. They turned and looked at him. "You," he pointed at the taller woman. "Attack me, now!" She nodded and flew at Bardock. He lowered his ki level to hers, and then they fought.
Bardock found himself constantly on his toes when at her ki level. Though in the end, Bardock's far superior skills and experience won out. He knocked her to the ground. Both of them were kind of battered, but unlike the woman, Bardock wasn't bleeding. He beckoned for the next one to come forward, adrenaline pumping through his body.
Fighting with a low ki level was quite exhausting. This woman was more powerful Bardock could feel it. He powered up to her level, before launching himself at her. She blocked and Bardock looked up at her strangely. She was smirking. Bardock smirked back. "A fellow ki hiding Saiyan, I believe?" She nodded. "Well I want this over quickly, so power up to your full level and fight me." The woman put her hands down and her face contorted. Her hair flew up (not SSJ) and a BLUE aura appeared around her. Bardock smirked and did the same, only his aura was yellow.
They flew at each other, both engulfed in their own light. There was a series of punches, kicks and ki balls. Bardock found himself dodging, but could feel that this woman was at her limit. He wasn't showing nearly a quarter of his true power.
After about five minutes, Bardock got sick of it, powered up and sent her flying into a wall. Her aura disappeared and her head hung to the side.
"Great," muttered Bardock, "I've probably killed her now." He went over and kneeled next to her, placing his fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. He found it beating steadily and sighed in relief, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He walked past the other girl. "Congratulations on making this far, but I'm sorry you must go home now. Get hard, pick yourself up and be thankful. For she," he nodded towards the woman on his shoulder, "will be dead before her son is one. Watch and see, and be thankful you weren't stronger." With that, he lifted into the sky and blasted off.
*
"Honey! Honey, come here! Look, the gravity chamber is complete. Look!" Dr. Briefs yelled. Mrs. Briefs appeared a moment later, holding Bulma in her arms and sporting a vacant expression.
"That's wonderful, dear. Who are you going to get to test it?" she asked. Dr. Briefs bit his lip and looked uneasily at his wife. She gasped. "If you're talking about Bulma and Goku."
"Well, they ARE aliens, and Gohan said that they will have extraordinary strength."
"No! I won't have it! I won't put our baby in danger like that!"
"But it won't hurt her!"
"How do you know?"
"Well, I just do."
"That's not good enough for me."
"Ask Gohan and see what he says."
"Oh, I suppose. But he'll probably be against it as well!"
Later at Gohan's.
"So, he," Mrs. Briefs pointed at Dr. Briefs," wants to test the Gravity chamber on our children! What do you say to that?" Mrs. Briefs was expecting him to frown, but on the contrary, his face cracked into an ugly smile.
"I think that's a brilliant idea! It would help their strength, and if anything happened, well you have the Rejuvenation tanks don't you, Dr. Briefs?" Dr. Briefs nodded. Mrs. Briefs was seething.
"I can't believe you two! Risking the lives of our children!"
"It won't hurt them!"
"Here we go again!" Mrs. Briefs yelled. "I'm going home, bring Bulma back when here and Goku are finished playing." With that, she picked up her bag and strode out leaving Dr. Briefs and Gohan in hysterics.
"She'll go shopping now," Dr. Briefs told him. "This would be the perfect time to test the kids in the chamber!" Gohan nodded. They waited for a few moments, until they heard a car pull out the drive of Capsule Corp. before walking into the lounge to get the kids.
"What the?" Dr. Briefs asked. They had just walked into Gohan's lounge, to find Bulma and Goku flying around the room, chasing each other. Both of the men watched in amazement, as Goku grabbed Bulma's tail and she fell limp in his arms like a rag doll. Gohan shook his head.
"We really need to get those tails removed. They're dangerous." Dr. Briefs nodded and ran over to Bulma, pulling her out of Goku's grasp. He grabbed Bulma's brother in the other hand.
"Come on, let's get them to the gravity chamber." Gohan nodded, taking Goku from Dr. Briefs and walking out the door, then jumping over the fence to Capsule Corp.
*
Vegeta rolled over on his bed, trying to sleep. But the empty feeling in his stomach was keeping him awake. Vegeta had never felt so hungry in his entire life, yet right now he was willing to eat anything. He moaned, and pulled the blanket over his head. His stomach made a weird rumbling noise and Vegeta shuddered.
"Screw that stupid lizard," Vegeta muttered, sitting up and resting his head on the wall behind him. He climbed out of bed, shuddering as his feet touched the cold floor. He fumbled for the light switch, and then went out into his living quarters. He opened the drawer; pulled put his pictures and slumped down on the couch. He looked first at the photo of his mother. She was so pretty. Why did his dad have to kill her? He was sure that if his mother had been around, he wouldn't be eating mud and playing servant to Freiza right now.
As Vegeta stared absentmindedly into the photo, something caught his eye. There, in the background was a black figure, with a tiny white light about waist level.
'Oh my Kami," thought Vegeta. 'It's Toussan! He's about to kill Kassan!' and so it was. Now that he looked, he could see his father's trademark hair that he himself had inherited. 'What if he'd got me, aye?' Vegeta thought angrily. 'He could've hit me and killed us both!' Vegeta threw down the picture and the frame smashed into a thousand pieces. He sighed angrily, more anger coursing through his body than he had ever felt before. Vegeta closed his eyes and leant on the back of the couch, sinking into visions and dreams of his father murdering the queen.
"VEGETA! WAKE UP VEGETA!" someone pummelled on his door. Vegeta woke with a start, leaping up of the couch.
"Who is it?" he snarled angrily.
"It's Captain Ginyu, and if you don't get out here this moment I'll kill you no matter what Freiza says!" Vegeta sighed and looked at what he was wearing; his pyjamas.
"I'll be there soon! I have to get changed."
"You have three minutes, monkey prince!" Vegeta stomped back over to his wardrobe and pulled out his Saiyan armour. He threw off his pyjamas and slipped into the spandex. He was just pulling on the chest plate, when this Ginyu guy burst in. He was tall, purple with black horns on his head.
"Vegeta! Come here right now!" Ginyu marched over and grabbed the five-year- old (human years. To get human years, double the Saiyan age. He's five human and two and a half Saiyan OK?) by the ears, dragging him out of the room as Vegeta pulled on his boots.
"Let go of me you brainless toss!" Vegeta yelled, pulling free from Ginyu's grip. Ginyu spun around to face him.
"How dare you say that to me! HOW DARE YOU!" he roared, kicking Vegeta down the hall. He yelped and stood up. "I am the Captain of the Ginyu force, Freiza's most trusted guard! You do NOT speak to me like that!" he powered up and fired a huge ki blast at him. Vegeta winced as the pain ate away at his body, but it was nothing compared to the pain his father had inflicted upon him in his most recent beating. "Well? Aren't you going to cry you pathetic monkey?"
"NO!" Vegeta spat, sitting up and glaring at Ginyu.
"I'll deal with you later," he snarled, picking him up and throwing him through a door.
Vegeta opened his eyes to see a large room full of sparring men and aliens. They were all sweating. At the end of the room was,
"Lord Freiza," Ginyu called. The purple and white lizard looked up.
"Ginyu. I see you have brought me the monkey, thankyou. You may go and spar now." Ginyu nodded, and walked off leaving Vegeta alone in the middle of the room. "VEGETA!" called the feminine voice. Vegeta grimaced but made his way towards Freiza. "Well? Aren't you going to bow to me?"
"No," Vegeta said shortly, crossing his arms and standing defiantly.
"Are you defying me?"
"Yes I am."
"Come here."
"No."
"I said come here, boy."
"And I said no." Freiza glared.
"You'll pay for that, boy!" Freiza sprung out of his seat and flew at Vegeta, knocking him to the ground. He then proceeded to pummel Vegeta continually in the head. He threw Vegeta up onto his feet and glared at him.
"Ready to obey me yet?"
"Never," Vegeta glared back, then spat on the ground at Freiza's feet. Freiza launched at Vegeta and punched him in the jaw. A few people winced as something cracked, and Vegeta opened his mouth to abuse Freiza, only to find a waterfall of blood cascading out of his mouth.
"You bloody asshole!" Vegeta yelled, flying at Freiza and punching him repeatedly in the stomach. Freiza smirked and picked up Vegeta, throwing him off himself.
"Don't speak to me like that monkey prince! For that," he grabbed Vegeta's tail. Memories of his father's beatings came flooding back. Then, Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to the floor, writhing and twisting. His stomach felt full of live snakes and he thought he was going to throw up. He continued yelling and cursing Freiza, before wondering what the hell Freiza could be doing to cause so much pain. He looked around and what he saw nearly made him pass out.
*
Next Chapter: What did Freiza do? How will it affect Vegeta? What will Mrs. Briefs say when she finds out Dr. Briefs and Gohan are using their children as guinea pigs? What will happen on the purging mission? What the hell did Nappa plan? And what will the King think of his mate to be?
Author's Note: Does anyone know Dr. and Mrs. Briefs's first name? And I just realised, I had nothing planned for Chichi. How should I work that in 'cause I definitely want her to be Saiyan? A note about reviewing; if you are only going to say this story sucks/is cool and not give me tips, or ideas, or answer the questions don't bother reviewing. OK?
Kaibun
Chapter 4: What will happen?
"And if they attack, we'll run in blindly. But if they don't, we'll massacre them," Nappa sat mumbling to himself. Planning a purging mission was harder than it looked (especially when your IQ is 50). How did Bardock do it, Nappa wondered. It was extremely boring, thinking up all the possible outcomes and finding possible solutions. "And if they have anything suitable for the harem or strong enough to be a servant, we'll grab them." Nappa scribbled down the notes onto the paper. Next to Bardock's neat printing, Nappa's untidy scrawl looked even worse. "If they're too strong, we'll go Oozaru. If we don't need to, we won't. Now to pick the purging team," he trailed off. "Bardock, myself, Larot, Turkan, and I think it's time Bardock's eldest brat started purging." Each purging squad was made up of five Saiyans unless it was extremely difficult, in which case a back up squad was prepared. Bardock usually prepared a back up squad anyway. Nappa snorted. "We're too good for a back up squad, I won't even bother preparing one." With that, he flicked on his scouter, and sent messages to the other four Saiyans who were to make up Akitaru's purging squad. When sent, Nappa picked up the plan of entry, (which he myself had prepared *gulp *) and the possible outcomes and solutions, picked them up and stalked outside to find Bardock.
*
Bardock was flying to the T.C.C. The big building loomed in front of him and he touched down outside the front door. Bardock pressed the intercom button and spoke.
"This is Squad Commander and Royal Guard Bardock, I demand you let me in at once before I blow this entire building into the next dimension!" The door opened and he strode in, his boots clunking on the polished white floors. He looked at the doors on the sides of the hall. He finally found the door labelled General Announcement Centre and barged in. A few Saiyans turned around from their computers, but when they realised whom it was, went quickly back to their work.
"You!" he yelled, pointing at a short Saiyan who was fixing a circuit board with a screwdriver and other various tools. The short man squeaked and dropped his tools. "I want to make an announcement to all of Vegeta-sei on orders of the King!" The guy nodded, then rushed over to a line of computers, screens and keyboards in front of a window. He keyed in a few buttons before saying,
"It is ready, sir. Please feel free," he indicated to the microphone. Bardock stepped over to it and picked it up.
"Would all single Saiyan woman please report to the T.C.C right now! Anyone caught trying to skip, will be caught and killed by me personally. You all have seven minutes to get here!" Bardock yelled.
All around the planet, Saiyan woman turned and looked quizzically at the direction the voice had come from, before blasting into the air, and flying in a steady line towards the T.C.C. Bardock put down the microphone, then stormed out without thanking the T.C.C workers. As he marched down the hall, he wondered how the hell he was going to pick a mate for his King. "Stupid idiot should find himself a mate," he mumbled. Bardock threw a ki blast at the door ahead and blasted a man-sized hole in it. He walked onto the sweeping lawn outside and stood on a small rock, arms folded, waiting and watching as the woman filed onto the lawn. Bardock glanced at the sun. Half a minute to go. Thirty seconds later, every single Saiyan woman on the planet was there.
"You have been called here, because for reasons I cannot disclose, the Saiyan Prince Vegeta has gone missing and will most likely never come back." There were whispers flying through the crowd and people muttered excitedly. "As Vegeta-sei needs an heir, the King has asked me as his personal Guard, to find him a woman suitable of the carrying his son and the heir to Vegeta-sei." A few women screamed and giggled. People started asking questions.
"How are you choosing them?"
"Why isn't the King choosing her?"
"Does the woman chosen get to mate and bond with the King?"
"Silence!" Bardock yelled. The women fell quiet. "I am choosing them first by looks. Then I go to attitude, you will be required to show your verbal sparring skills, then I move onto strength and you will physically spar with me. If, after that, I still have a few left, I will take them back to the King, who will pick the woman he wants to carry the heir. The King isn't choosing his mate because he is currently in important negotiations with Freiza and needs peace and quiet. Yes, the woman will be the King's mate but they will not complete the blood bong. King Vegeta has always been against a woman being able to see into his head, and therefore does not bond. Most royalty don't. I warn you, the King is widely known for the disposal of his old mate, the Saiyan no Ouji's mother. I therefore impress upon you, the risk that you may be putting yourself at by completing these tests. If any of you wish to leave, you have thirty seconds to do so before I kill you." No one moved. "I see. You all value your planet's well being before your own. Or do you just wish to say you are the King's mate and have slept with him?" he seethed. He could tell that these women couldn't care less about their race or planet, that all they wanted was totally personal and self-indulgent. But he let it pass. "Very well. Everyone line up and I will start the first part of the test." All the woman scrambled into a line. Bardock looked up at the first one. "Too tall." The woman walked away looking disappointed. "Too short, too muscly, too thin, not muscly enough, too manly, not delicate enough," the list seemed to go on for a long long time. In the end, Bardock had 97 of the five hundred that had been there. He sighed. This was going to be a long day.
*
Radditz's scouter beeped on his desk. He frowned and stood, walking over to it. He picked it up and noticed a whole lot of writing on the screen. He read it and soon, his expression of curiosity quickly changed to one of sheer delight.
"Kassan!" he yelled bounding down the stairs and taking four at a time. His mother appeared from the living room.
"What is it, Radditz?"
"Kassan! Nappa says I get to go on the next purging mission with Toussan! Isn't this great? My first purging mission!" Radditz was ecstatic. Romayna looked worried.
"I don't know, Radditz. I mean you are only seven and a half. But if you want to, sure." She shrugged and went back into the lounge. Radditz grinned and picked up his scouter. He them proceeded to send a message to Bardock, asking for permission to go on the mission, getting it then replying to Nappa. Radditz bounded upstairs. The purging mission was in three days.
"I'm gunna go and tell Kartan!" he yelled suddenly, before sprinting back downstairs and literally flying out the door.
*
"OK. There are ninety-seven women here, and I can only choose one. The next test, will be one in which, well, let's just see." Bardock sighed. The women looked at him with rapt attention. "OK, you," Bardock pointed at a Saiyan next to him. She looked up. "Pretend I am the King, alright?" she nodded. "Get me some food, wench!" Bardock yelled. The woman's face contorted.
"Get it yourself you lazy prick!" She yelled back.
"Would you say that if I was the King?"
"Yes, I would."
"Very well, next. I want you all to pretend I am the King and I just said that to you. What would your reactions be?" The next candidate stepped forward.
"Get off your ass an get it yourself."
"What would you like, sir?"
"As you wish."
"I'm not your slave, I'm your wife!" The replies went on for a long time. Bardock listened, writing down the names of the submissive women. When they had finished, Bardock counted and found to his great delight that there were only nine women left.
"OK would the following people step forward," he read out the names of the nine women. "The rest of you may go home now." The eighty-nine who had not been chosen stalked off in a huff. "They should be pleased," Bardock muttered to himself. He then turned to the Saiyans in front of him. "Congratulations. You have made it to the next round. Now, I'm going to pair eight of you up, and the last person will go with me. You are to spar until the other person gives up, passes out or you knock them out. Is that clear?" The all nodded. "Good," then he went through, pairing them up. "And, FIGHT!" he yelled. There was an instant uproar. Bardock's partner flew at him, but he dismissed her with a tiny ki ball. She was knocked unconscious and Bardock turned to watch the others. It was obvious who the fighters were. Three of the women were obviously a lot more skilled than the others. In no time at all, these three were standing in front of Bardock, breathing slightly but otherwise untouched. "Very nice," Bardock complimented. "Now I want all three of you to spar together. Go!" He watched as they spun, kicked, fired ki blasts and basically slaughtered each other. In the end, one was knocked unconscious and two were left, fighting it out. "STOP!" yelled Bardock. They turned and looked at him. "You," he pointed at the taller woman. "Attack me, now!" She nodded and flew at Bardock. He lowered his ki level to hers, and then they fought.
Bardock found himself constantly on his toes when at her ki level. Though in the end, Bardock's far superior skills and experience won out. He knocked her to the ground. Both of them were kind of battered, but unlike the woman, Bardock wasn't bleeding. He beckoned for the next one to come forward, adrenaline pumping through his body.
Fighting with a low ki level was quite exhausting. This woman was more powerful Bardock could feel it. He powered up to her level, before launching himself at her. She blocked and Bardock looked up at her strangely. She was smirking. Bardock smirked back. "A fellow ki hiding Saiyan, I believe?" She nodded. "Well I want this over quickly, so power up to your full level and fight me." The woman put her hands down and her face contorted. Her hair flew up (not SSJ) and a BLUE aura appeared around her. Bardock smirked and did the same, only his aura was yellow.
They flew at each other, both engulfed in their own light. There was a series of punches, kicks and ki balls. Bardock found himself dodging, but could feel that this woman was at her limit. He wasn't showing nearly a quarter of his true power.
After about five minutes, Bardock got sick of it, powered up and sent her flying into a wall. Her aura disappeared and her head hung to the side.
"Great," muttered Bardock, "I've probably killed her now." He went over and kneeled next to her, placing his fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. He found it beating steadily and sighed in relief, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He walked past the other girl. "Congratulations on making this far, but I'm sorry you must go home now. Get hard, pick yourself up and be thankful. For she," he nodded towards the woman on his shoulder, "will be dead before her son is one. Watch and see, and be thankful you weren't stronger." With that, he lifted into the sky and blasted off.
*
"Honey! Honey, come here! Look, the gravity chamber is complete. Look!" Dr. Briefs yelled. Mrs. Briefs appeared a moment later, holding Bulma in her arms and sporting a vacant expression.
"That's wonderful, dear. Who are you going to get to test it?" she asked. Dr. Briefs bit his lip and looked uneasily at his wife. She gasped. "If you're talking about Bulma and Goku."
"Well, they ARE aliens, and Gohan said that they will have extraordinary strength."
"No! I won't have it! I won't put our baby in danger like that!"
"But it won't hurt her!"
"How do you know?"
"Well, I just do."
"That's not good enough for me."
"Ask Gohan and see what he says."
"Oh, I suppose. But he'll probably be against it as well!"
Later at Gohan's.
"So, he," Mrs. Briefs pointed at Dr. Briefs," wants to test the Gravity chamber on our children! What do you say to that?" Mrs. Briefs was expecting him to frown, but on the contrary, his face cracked into an ugly smile.
"I think that's a brilliant idea! It would help their strength, and if anything happened, well you have the Rejuvenation tanks don't you, Dr. Briefs?" Dr. Briefs nodded. Mrs. Briefs was seething.
"I can't believe you two! Risking the lives of our children!"
"It won't hurt them!"
"Here we go again!" Mrs. Briefs yelled. "I'm going home, bring Bulma back when here and Goku are finished playing." With that, she picked up her bag and strode out leaving Dr. Briefs and Gohan in hysterics.
"She'll go shopping now," Dr. Briefs told him. "This would be the perfect time to test the kids in the chamber!" Gohan nodded. They waited for a few moments, until they heard a car pull out the drive of Capsule Corp. before walking into the lounge to get the kids.
"What the?" Dr. Briefs asked. They had just walked into Gohan's lounge, to find Bulma and Goku flying around the room, chasing each other. Both of the men watched in amazement, as Goku grabbed Bulma's tail and she fell limp in his arms like a rag doll. Gohan shook his head.
"We really need to get those tails removed. They're dangerous." Dr. Briefs nodded and ran over to Bulma, pulling her out of Goku's grasp. He grabbed Bulma's brother in the other hand.
"Come on, let's get them to the gravity chamber." Gohan nodded, taking Goku from Dr. Briefs and walking out the door, then jumping over the fence to Capsule Corp.
*
Vegeta rolled over on his bed, trying to sleep. But the empty feeling in his stomach was keeping him awake. Vegeta had never felt so hungry in his entire life, yet right now he was willing to eat anything. He moaned, and pulled the blanket over his head. His stomach made a weird rumbling noise and Vegeta shuddered.
"Screw that stupid lizard," Vegeta muttered, sitting up and resting his head on the wall behind him. He climbed out of bed, shuddering as his feet touched the cold floor. He fumbled for the light switch, and then went out into his living quarters. He opened the drawer; pulled put his pictures and slumped down on the couch. He looked first at the photo of his mother. She was so pretty. Why did his dad have to kill her? He was sure that if his mother had been around, he wouldn't be eating mud and playing servant to Freiza right now.
As Vegeta stared absentmindedly into the photo, something caught his eye. There, in the background was a black figure, with a tiny white light about waist level.
'Oh my Kami," thought Vegeta. 'It's Toussan! He's about to kill Kassan!' and so it was. Now that he looked, he could see his father's trademark hair that he himself had inherited. 'What if he'd got me, aye?' Vegeta thought angrily. 'He could've hit me and killed us both!' Vegeta threw down the picture and the frame smashed into a thousand pieces. He sighed angrily, more anger coursing through his body than he had ever felt before. Vegeta closed his eyes and leant on the back of the couch, sinking into visions and dreams of his father murdering the queen.
"VEGETA! WAKE UP VEGETA!" someone pummelled on his door. Vegeta woke with a start, leaping up of the couch.
"Who is it?" he snarled angrily.
"It's Captain Ginyu, and if you don't get out here this moment I'll kill you no matter what Freiza says!" Vegeta sighed and looked at what he was wearing; his pyjamas.
"I'll be there soon! I have to get changed."
"You have three minutes, monkey prince!" Vegeta stomped back over to his wardrobe and pulled out his Saiyan armour. He threw off his pyjamas and slipped into the spandex. He was just pulling on the chest plate, when this Ginyu guy burst in. He was tall, purple with black horns on his head.
"Vegeta! Come here right now!" Ginyu marched over and grabbed the five-year- old (human years. To get human years, double the Saiyan age. He's five human and two and a half Saiyan OK?) by the ears, dragging him out of the room as Vegeta pulled on his boots.
"Let go of me you brainless toss!" Vegeta yelled, pulling free from Ginyu's grip. Ginyu spun around to face him.
"How dare you say that to me! HOW DARE YOU!" he roared, kicking Vegeta down the hall. He yelped and stood up. "I am the Captain of the Ginyu force, Freiza's most trusted guard! You do NOT speak to me like that!" he powered up and fired a huge ki blast at him. Vegeta winced as the pain ate away at his body, but it was nothing compared to the pain his father had inflicted upon him in his most recent beating. "Well? Aren't you going to cry you pathetic monkey?"
"NO!" Vegeta spat, sitting up and glaring at Ginyu.
"I'll deal with you later," he snarled, picking him up and throwing him through a door.
Vegeta opened his eyes to see a large room full of sparring men and aliens. They were all sweating. At the end of the room was,
"Lord Freiza," Ginyu called. The purple and white lizard looked up.
"Ginyu. I see you have brought me the monkey, thankyou. You may go and spar now." Ginyu nodded, and walked off leaving Vegeta alone in the middle of the room. "VEGETA!" called the feminine voice. Vegeta grimaced but made his way towards Freiza. "Well? Aren't you going to bow to me?"
"No," Vegeta said shortly, crossing his arms and standing defiantly.
"Are you defying me?"
"Yes I am."
"Come here."
"No."
"I said come here, boy."
"And I said no." Freiza glared.
"You'll pay for that, boy!" Freiza sprung out of his seat and flew at Vegeta, knocking him to the ground. He then proceeded to pummel Vegeta continually in the head. He threw Vegeta up onto his feet and glared at him.
"Ready to obey me yet?"
"Never," Vegeta glared back, then spat on the ground at Freiza's feet. Freiza launched at Vegeta and punched him in the jaw. A few people winced as something cracked, and Vegeta opened his mouth to abuse Freiza, only to find a waterfall of blood cascading out of his mouth.
"You bloody asshole!" Vegeta yelled, flying at Freiza and punching him repeatedly in the stomach. Freiza smirked and picked up Vegeta, throwing him off himself.
"Don't speak to me like that monkey prince! For that," he grabbed Vegeta's tail. Memories of his father's beatings came flooding back. Then, Vegeta screamed at the top of his lungs. He fell to the floor, writhing and twisting. His stomach felt full of live snakes and he thought he was going to throw up. He continued yelling and cursing Freiza, before wondering what the hell Freiza could be doing to cause so much pain. He looked around and what he saw nearly made him pass out.
*
Next Chapter: What did Freiza do? How will it affect Vegeta? What will Mrs. Briefs say when she finds out Dr. Briefs and Gohan are using their children as guinea pigs? What will happen on the purging mission? What the hell did Nappa plan? And what will the King think of his mate to be?
Author's Note: Does anyone know Dr. and Mrs. Briefs's first name? And I just realised, I had nothing planned for Chichi. How should I work that in 'cause I definitely want her to be Saiyan? A note about reviewing; if you are only going to say this story sucks/is cool and not give me tips, or ideas, or answer the questions don't bother reviewing. OK?
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