Inevitability

Chapter Four: Would You Say Good-bye?

The next day, the princess had awoken in her own room and the strangest fact was that she was carefully covered with her satin blankets. A smile stretched the girl's lips creating a beautiful curve. It was seriously turning into a habit of his bringing her back to her room. Not that she minded, not at all.

This day, when she least expected, just while she was beginning to get along with her spiky-haired bodyguard, as they say, good things don't last.

When the marine haired princess entered Vegeta's room to ask him if there was anything she could do to repay the concern, that he would probably never admit while he was still breathing, he had shown to her these few months they knew each other, she found him stuffing his battle clothes in a bag. Bulma felt the remains of her shattering heart tear completely into tiny shreds, as if it was a useless treaty with a race they were in war with.

"Where are you going?" The princess' voice came out harsher than she had meant it to, but as long as it collected the boy's attention, which it did, she could care less. His head jerked up when her voice announced the end of his still sanctuary. For his own sake, Vegeta continued to pack his things as if she hadn't spoken a word. But that she did, and his attitude did nothing else than enrage her further. It made her so mad that she could swear the blood beneath her flesh was at a boiling point.

"Where. Are. You. Going?!" She repeated her question, emphasizing on each word for more effect. She would have admired her bitchy demeanor if she wasn't too busy scolding a Saiya-jin. Her sparking azure eyes dared him to give her a proper answer before she would start to screech her lungs off or she'd be damned if she let him slip so easily.

"Away." The male's voice continued to be as stern as ever as his back still faced her. Which, not to mention, engaged her even more.

"That much I can see." Her tone was cold and distant. It hid broken hopes inside it, but she wasn't going to let him have the pleasure to know how much it had wounded her that he was "running" away from her, her presence...

"Why are you asking then?" That was just the last straw. She didn't know what was up his ass, but Bulma wasn't the type to let such behavior slip like that.

"You know goddamn well what I am talking about, you -"

"I am assigned on a purging mission by the Lord himself. I will be taking off in a few minutes and I will be returning when I am finished with my job. Any questions?!" Vegeta snapped, making her mouth gape open at the information that he had served her. She could barely believe her ears.

"And you do whatever this monster orders you to?!" She screeched, stomping her foot on the ground. "Will you kiss his ass if he orders you to?!"

"I think we already had this kind of conservation and what I do, or who I serve, or why I serve them is none of your business, I believe. You were an order as well. I didn't see you complaining about that the last month!"

Bulma continued to throw daggers with her poisonous gaze.

"That's different!" He laughed hoarsely at her statement. Bulma was beginning to really turn into an annoying fact the more she preserved.

"What about me, huh?" Her squeal made him quirk a questioning brow.

"What about you?"

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You are supposed to be my bodyguard the last time I checked! I do not recall -"

"Ah, yes, I forgot to mention that I have been ... removed from my duties as a bodyguard of yours until the mission is successfully completed." Forgot to mention?! Forgot to mention!!?

"Why?" Her sudden change from a dangerous fervor that could set you on fire to a good puppy-dog made him do a back flip himself.

"I have been assigned -" The girl's brows narrowed again.

"I heard what you said, baka, I'm asking why is that!" The word from her own planet had a meaning he didn't know which enraged his own temper ever so slightly.

"I told you everything you need to know! Now get out of my way. I don't want to be punished for being late because the likes of you!" The spiky-haired boy brushed her off sharply and slammed the door shut. But it was too late. Realization had hit her over the head like a brick already.

She was alone. She had always been. Despite his sudden mood swings from the asshole that he was to the quiet pet dog, she had never had him as a friend. And she would probably never do. The princess was all alone in a sea of killers, murderers, rapists and monsters. All alone. No matter if he was a friend or not, he had been here, giving her peace that she could at least sleep with, no matter if her dreams were nightmares or not. Yet, he had deserted her. Just like her parents, her friends, and her maids.

The girl stood her place and looked at the closed door. She had to be strong. She had to take a grip on herself. Yet, she didn't realize how badly she had lost her sanity this day...

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Six weeks later....

The spiky-haired prince laced his fingers between his untamed mane as he got out of the space pod he had grown to detest with every fiber on his body for it was the most comfortless pod he had ever known.

"We did quite a good job, my prince." The huge bald man behind him recalled memories of the screaming and begging aliens, who would do anything to save their loved ones from the reckless duo. The splattering blood, the maddening cries of pain...!

"I always do a good jobs in anything I do, Nappa. Now get out of my sight before I send you to where those pathetic fools are for you are too ugly to even consider me staying in your company for more than a few minutes!" He snapped and took off to his chambers, leaving a bowing stuttering giant behind his back.

For such a little amount of time, the Saiya-jin Prince exceeded any standards for achieving power in a short time limit. He was now twice stronger than he was when the pod left the mother ship and his pride had visibly swelled. If he knew how it would be crushed later...

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The young warrior relaxed against the soft covering of his bed. He hadn't relaxed like that in what seemed like an eternity to him. He needed some peace. As much as he enjoyed purging useless planets it was slightly tiring. His head sunk further into the pillow but he didn't have time to take the pleasure of it as the door slammed open.

"You have purged Chara-sei?! You have purged Chara-sei?!" The annoying voice of the nightmare that actually walked and lived reached his sensitive ears. He growled and didn't even honor her with his gaze.

"They were my friends, you bastard!" She threw her shoe at him and he easily dodged it, but the action startled the boy to no end. Never had she been so bold as to attack him openly physically, nonetheless. She knew just as well as he did that if he countered, she wouldn't live long enough to see the next star. Yet, he didn't even intend to do such a thing. He just observed the princess' nerve wreck.

"How could you kill all those defenseless people?! How. Could. You?!" She threw her other shoe, a glass she found on the table near her and an object she heard Vegeta refer to as 'a scouter' on each word that she had emphasized. Neither of all objects reached its destination, but it helped her calm her nerves throwing things at him.

"They probably didn't even know what hit them!" She hissed and looked at him with rage blazing in her cerulean orbs. "Luckily for them, they will never know that the person that killed them, if you could even be considered one, was even more pathetic than them all together amplified a few times!!" She had reached the harbor of the prince's shaking patience. The boy jumped out of his bed and pinned her to the nearest wall, sinking his fingers painfully in her shoulders.

"Look at me." He hissed as he took her chin in his roughen hand, making her face his eyes. The endless pools that radiated hatred. They were more than enough to drive anyone crazy just by observing them a few minutes in absolute silence. The hurt and pain of the past evident, the twisted present and the doomed future swirling in them like a whirlpool.

"Look at me and tell me - are these the eyes of someone who enjoys being a slave? Are these the eyes of someone who would do anything to please his master and nothing else? Are they?!" For a small amount of time, his voice had become colder, harsher than before. The hollow volume he had reached sent shivers of fear down the back of the princess' petite form.

"Look at me princess. Do you even understand this feeling? Do you understand hatred?" He hissed close to her ear. "How could you understand something you have never encountered your whole life? Of course you do not understand. Your life was and will be, after your dear father thinks things are settled in his kingdom, all roses, sweets and problem free life. No matter if you are the best in what you do, you will always be your people's favorite princess. No matter how hard you fuck up, they will still love you. How could they not adore such a creature as you? Innocent, soon to turn into a beautiful flower..." His hand followed her jaw line and his face stretched into a disgusted expression.

"No matter if you are doing well, no matter if there are people better than you, you will still be the best. Just because you are royalty. Just because they can't say anything to a princess' whim to be the best, with no effort nonetheless." Bulma's whole being shook. She had indeed been told she was a genius by her father, her friends, her maids, and her tutors... But was it really because she was smart? Or was it of what this imbecile was now saying? Could it really be true?

"No matter how much you suck at something... You will still be the best. Just because you are a heiress." He whispered in her ear. She had enough. She didn't want to listen anymore. His voice was stabbing her sanity to death. She pushed him away from her and fled to her room, nearly bursting in tears in the process. Vegeta remained silent as he strode to his bed and rested again. He closed his eyes, wondering what of the things she said triggered him to upset her so much. Not that he really cared if she would cry her eyes dry because of his comments.

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"Lord, a word has been sent from the Briefs Kingdom that the rebellion has been repressed. The royal family wished their daughter back. How should I reply them, your highness?" A messenger bowed low to Frieza as he said what was his job. The lizard's blood-freezing chuckle sent shivers down the man's spine.

"So, the king settled the matters with my spies? Well then, I shall return his beloved gem right away." He commented to no one practically. "Send the pitiful king my regards and tell him his princess is on her way home."

"Yes, sire, right away, sire." The man said and hurried out of the room before his Lord decided to entertain himself with his death or further more, his death torture.

"Just like I like them to be - dogs to the power I hold in my hands." The monster's horrible laugh reverberated on the walls.

"Why did you have that infant of a princess on the spacecraft, Lord? Of what use could she possibly be to such a powerful creature as yourself, almighty one?" Zarbon asked as he stepped closer to Frieza's floating chair.

"Trying to lace your stupidity with flattery again, Zarbon?" Before the puppet to the tyrant could defend himself the lizard continued. "I do not blame you, my idiot. For my plans are carefully made and might not be obvious to uninformed eyes." His chuckle yet again engulfed the premise.

"I beg your excuse for my ignorance, Lord, but just what is your purpose?" It was as if this was the question Frieza had expected all life long to be asked when a coy sly grin stretched his rouged lips.

"Why, my simple Zarbon, it is quite obvious." The lizard shifted more comfortably in his seat. "The monkey boy is weak. He had always been weak. Making him be that brat of a heiress' bodyguard would be inevitable for him not to grow attached to her, because of the weakling that he is. It's simply inevitable."

"But, what use is that to you, sire?" Frieza was beginning to ponder why exactly had he made this fool his right hand man.

"Because, you simple-minded worm, I would be able to steal the last thing that would mean something to him! Now go and fetch that brat and get her in one of those pods. We don't want our dear king Briefs to reach the limits of his tranquility." Zarbon bowed and left. The blood colored eyes of the lizard stared out of the window to the thousands of stars out there. Just like a child's mind - full of endless hopes, waiting to be conquered.

"Pure inevitability."

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Vegeta was still mad at the girl for no particular reason since he was the one that had offended her mere minutes ago and still, he turned his back to face the door in case she decided to bug him some more.

If he only knew that the next morning when he would open the door he would find a completely empty room and a bed that hadn't even been slept in, only to have Zarbon tell him later about her dismissal.

Oh, Vegeta.... If you knew, would you have said good-bye?... Or maybe "Until next time"?........

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Well there you have it, folks! Another chapter is up. Hooray, next chapter they won't be kids anymore. Oh, and the posting of the next chapter isn't quite clear yet. I have to study for my exams and... Well... All that can really make me write just like this time is your great support. Thank you all so much once again! I love you all so!! You know who You are.