: what : Mental Speech
Chapter 8
Rotiart immediately ceased his laughter : why did Frieza return Vegeta, he said that I would rule this planet as long as I'm alive if I kill the king! ...Unless...the prince was sent here for me to get rid of him.: this thought brought a smirk to Rotiart's face. "That will be all Ricvota."
"But Rotiart, what are you going to do?"
"Get out imbecile!"
Ricvota stormed out of the throne room towards her chambers. : I think that bitch is rubbing of on him: She was so angry that she passed the 'bitch' along the corridors without noticing her.
"I see that your injury is well, Ricvota." Ricvota was jarred from her thoughts by the person's comment.
"Lady Salika," A startled Ricvota replied, " I didn't see you there, yes it feels much better now. Excuse me." She hurried away.
Salika continued towards the throne room. "Lord Rotiart?"
"Sit beside me my dear."
Salika sat in the Queen's chair upon his request. " Vegeta is here."
"My dear, don't you know that I am aware of all things that takes place in this kingdom?"
"What are we going to do?"
"Where are our guests?"
"They are being taken to the guest chambers... What are we going to do?"
"There is no need to repeat the question my dear. Bring the counselors in. I will see my guests at dinner time. Oh and to answer your question, we'll simply have the prince undergo the same treatment as you and I my dear."
Salika's thought : What is he talking about::
" You look puzzled my dear, not to worry, when the time is right just follow my lead and you'll understand. You are a smart girl after all."
"As you wish." She graciously replied
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We walked silently behind the Effeminate towards their guest chambers. They guided us past various hall-ways, and every passage we passed seemed alike. One could get lost in this maze like palce if one was not careful. I haven't noticed anything really extrordiary about the place yet.
Every thing seemed straight forward, no science whatsoever. I examined the walls of the corridor we were presently being led trough. The walls were lined with portraits of Lady Salika and a man. All of Salika's portraits were taken in her skin tight suit. How drab and boring, I know it's all business but should the queen be more beautifully adorned. :she needs some variety in her life:
The man however was, in each portrait, dressed in something regally different. He had long spiky hair and in all his portraits he wore a smirk. Not the annoyed look Vegeta always had but one of contentment and sexuality. : whoa there Bulma! Where did that come from : I stole a glance at Vegeta :-sigh- why do I always fall for the bad boy type:
Vegeta's thought : (she's staring at you again) -grunt- (Yeah, that's it play hard to get, that always drive the girls wild) -growls- (O.K. O.K. I'll shut up):
He seems to be taking this realy well. I thought he'd be blasting his way towards the throne room by now. Maybe he's nervous. Afterall it had been a while since he last saw his father. I wonder if he ever missed his father. He never did talk much about him. All we knew was that he sent him to work for Frieza at an early age, and that he was named after him.
"Hey Chichi, what's the name of the lady who is our host?" Goku whispered
"Ramgeet. I think."
"Heeeeeeeyyyy" Goku started to wave frantically " Raaamgeeeeeeeeet?"
Ramgeet stared at the alien who was waving at her with a goofy smile "Yes master?"
"Goku."
"Master Goku."
"I'm hungry. When are we going to eat?"
"Diner will be served in a few hours."
"But that will take too long." Goku whined
Cruz overheard their conversation and decided on a solution. "Ramgeet, you could get some snacks for master Goku while Dasari take them to their rooms."
"Fine." With that Ramgeet turned and walked in the opposite direction of the group.
After thirty minutes everyone was settled in their respective rooms waiting patiently for their appointment with the king.
VEGETA'S ROOM
Vegeta stared out his window at the land before him :it's the same as I remember it. The earth can never compare to my Planet's extreme beauty...:
He stood gazing out his window so that the beauty of his planet could be reinforced into his subconscious. He was secretly happy that the woman made the wish, but he will never let her know that. He turned from the window and walked into the inner chamber for a bath.
BULMA'S ROOM
She inspected the room with a critical eye. "Fey, my room is much better." Ofcourse she was lying, but her pride just would not allow her to accept that fact. "Well, this planet has a good combination of colors, even though it will take a while to get use to, but i stilll think earth's much prettier. Planet Vegeta can never compare to earth's extreme beauty." She decided to take a nap to pass the time, after all dinner would be at least another hour.
VEGETA'S ROOM
:How dear the old man keep me waiting, it's been three hours! Arhgg! This is a waste of time: Vegeta marched towards the door, at that very instant a knock was heard.
"Enter!"
"Master Vegeta," Toria bowed while addressing him, "The king is ready to see you and your guests."
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I followedmy escort towards the throne room. The others had already arrived and were seated around a table laden with a vast amount of food. Kakarott off course had already started to eat, gobbling down any and every thing in his reach.
"That one has a hearty appetite. He eats like a sayajin." Rotiart commented to Salika who sat at his right at the head of the table with a disgusted look on her face.
"PRINCE VEGETA!" Toria announced as they entered the eating area.
Rotiart stood at the announcement " My Prince, please afford me the honor of sitting beside me."
"Who the fuck are you!"
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