Chapter 2- The Great Escape
I have to get out of here thought a yawning Vegeta. He was sitting in the royal throne room next to his father, who was currently discussing a treaty with some official. Most probably with some colony or another on the outer borders. Vegeta shifted his head from his left arm to the right. How long had he been here? His left arm had already fallen asleep from propping itup too long on the armrest.
His father had said that political understanding and comprehension is very important when you are king.And so, Vegeta was stuck here, in the throne room, understanding and comprehending, when he could have been out sparring with Kakarot.
Just when he was about to fall sleep, the word "daughter" popped up in the conversation, immediately catching Vegeta's attention. Females weren't often talked about in the palace, or seen for that matter. Unless they were concubines or whores, but Vegeta was often too disgusted by them to even try to start a conversation with those women. No respect for themselves. So it struck Vegeta as odd that someone would mention the word "daughter" during the negotiation of a treaty. The minister's probably just bragging about his brat. At least it's something other than the treaty.
"Minister, repeat what you have just said." Vegeta ordered.
"Yes my prince… I had requested that…" the minister began, unsure of how to continue.
"You are engaged to his daughter, brat. This would ensure the success of the treaty with Chikyuu." Vegeta no Ou replied in a firm voice, making no room for argument.
Vegeta decided to argue anyways. "Father, I am NOT going to get married to some spoiled princess of some weak, miniscule, technology-loving country!"
Vegeta no Ou already knew where this conversation was going and led the prince to the room next door. The eardrums of the minister in the room next door were saved: the walls were soundproof. "Yes you are Vegita, that is final. A merger with Chikyuu will guarantee the continued success of the Saiyajin empire, their technology is incredible!"
"Then why can't we just take it from them father! Why can't we blackmail them, threaten to send them to the next dimension if they do not share their technology?"
"The Chikyuujin are smarter than they look. They can be very wily and are not afraid to die, and take their capsule technology with them. Son, a good king is diplomatic as well as powerful. If you'd stopped to think, you would realize that the Chikyuujin will work better on peaceful terms?"
Vegeta grew quiet. There was no use in arguing with his father. "why?" Vegeta said barely above a whisper. Desperation was obvious.
"If you'd bothered to look into the background of the minister, you would realize that he is the head of Chikyuu's technology spearhead company, Capsule Corps.
His father smirked now.
The Chikyuujin believes that if he marries off his little princess, then Chikyuu will be on good terms with the Saiyan empire. According to my spies, their "princess" is quite a nuisance, and they want to tame her as soon as possible. They believe marriage is the best way.
His father's arm came to rest on his shoulder.
I am guessing that they hope to reform the Saiyan empire from the inside out, with a Queen of Chikyuujin blood. However...
His father's hand gripped his shoulder in an almost painful hold. If Vegeta was any less of a man, he would've grimaced, but he'd long learned to never reveal pain or emotion to an enemy.
I am telling you, brat. You will be married to her, but under NO circumstances are you to have a child. I will not tolerate a half-breed as the future holder of the Saiyan crown."
Vegeta lay on his bed, hands behind his head. How was he going to get out of this mess now? He was not going to get married, no matter what his father said. He knew he had to escape. He had to get out of the palace, even for a little while. But he had tried once when he was a child, and he had almost been caught by the gates. Security was very tight and he was only caught when someone spied him in the local pub. Rising from his bed, he calmly walked over to his scouter. Tapping the button several times, he accessed the communicator. "Kakarot, you have to help me."
He was clueless as to why Vegeta would want to leave the palace, but was willing to help. Although only the age of 16, Kakarot was extremely powerful and had become the Prince's personal sparring partner. He was the only one able to keep up with the Prince's great leaps and bounds of power. Over time, the two had become close, and Vegeta can safely say that he entrusted Kakarot with his life, much as he hated the stupid twit. Kakarot took the insults in stride.As good of friends as they were, Vegeta still was not ready to trust anyone, even Kakarot, with his secrets. His hopes, his dreams, his desires, he rarely talked of them. Yet Kakarot took that in stride too.
The young Saiyajin with hair that sprayed wildly from his head stood up from the cliff. Hedusted off his loose gi and flew away from the setting sun, towards the palace.
Kakarot tapped his scouter two times. "Vegeta, I'm by the East entrance of the palace. What do you want me to do?"
Create a distraction. Try to lure all the guards away from my wing of the palace. I am going to escape. I'll tell you when I'm gone.>> Vegeta's voice buzzed through the scouter.
Distraction eh? Well I could set off a couple of ki blasts, and no one would ever know its me. No, ki blasts aren't a sufficient distraction. Oh I got it!
Hiding behind some shrubs near the East entrance of the palace, Kakarot shot several small ki blasts above the two guards. The blasts were weak, but enough to loosen to rock of the doorway. He then called upon the Kami of Wind. A strong gust started up, loosening the rock. It continued to blow as Kakarot casually made his way to the entrance, waving to the guards in the process. As he walked by, the rocks gave way, falling on top of the guards. Due to their armor they weren't hurt, afterall Kakarot was a troublemaker, but he wouldn't wish harm on anyone. Both the guards were pinned under the rocks and were unable to call for help. So Kakarot called for them, making sure to cause as much mayhem and chaos as possible.
"Guards! Guards! These men need help!" Kakarot said as he pretended to lift a rock off the man's foot. Almost immediately, several burly looking guards came and helped Kakarot. In almost no time at all, the two guards were freed, and the mess cleared. The two guards gave Kakarot their word of gratitude and he flew off, leaving a very big dust cloud behind him.
"Wasn't he going inside the palace?" The guard chocked out before Kakarot disappeared into the night.
I didn't know how long I was in my room before I heard anything. Nothing happened, everything was so still until I heard a large crash, and then some shouting. I knew it was my cue. Scoping the area with my scanner, I saw a couple of guards surrounding my wing leave towards the commotion to investigate. Kakarot, I knew I could count on that idiot.
I made my way out of the window, dropping down silently on the floor. I'm quite proud of my ability to land on my feet. Not only does it help you with escaping out of the palace, in battle, landing on your feet is possibly the one thing that would prevent your enemy from getting an advantage on you.
Vegeta scanned the area, looking left and right- like a child crossing the street. Nothing. Thus, Vegeta continued to creep towards the gates, making sure to keep in the shadows and to avoid the fallen leaves. CRUNCH. Dammit, can nothing go right? Why do those damn leaves have to be so loud? Eyes large, Vegeta looked left and right again. Then, as a precaution, he checked again. I should really stop doing that, it makes me look paranoid. Just a little further. Jumping deftly, he stepped off 2 nearby trees, landing silently on the thick stone wall. Hah! I made it, that wall had nothing on me! Have to get farther from the entrance of the gate. Blasted armor is weighing me down! It's gonna have to go.
"Who's there?" a guard asked. He was walking closer to Vegeta's figure.
Vegeta hastened as he pulled off the large breastplate and placed it on the wall top and he stripped down to his simple fighter's pants and shirt. He decided to keep the cloak though. It looks good on me. He jumped off the wall and ran into the forest. I'm too sexy for my armor… too sexy for my armor, oh yeh I'm disco dancing!
A/N: Oh yeah.