Thanksgiving chapter, yey! Lol! I'm so sorry for not updating before 12th... But you wouldn't want a crappy chapter just so the update would be fast, right? LoL. I bet you don't. So, it's partially my fault the chapter is SO late. :P Lol.

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Inevitability

Chapter Twenty: Keep Away From the Prince!

The weeks passed... And kept on passing. A month was soon gone, but Yamcha wasn't.

In Vegeta's eyes he was more than a nuisance now. He was a leech of a nuisance. He was so irritating, but the Prince tried to put his temper put. Bulma was getting closer and closer to this idiot, not even seeing through his evil ways of working his magic on her.

In the meantime, the Saiya-jin prince was fuming at training, pushing himself more and more to his limits, thinking how this Yamcha Pseudo-prince would be the first to destroy when he became the strongest being in the Universe. Freeza was right the next in the list of his enemies, so he would have the privillege of being second.

Speaking of Freeza, the lizard hadn't called since he left his trophy at the Briefs' Kingdom. The bare fact of him doing so was strange. But it was even stranger that he hadn't still called him back to the ship. Usually, Vegeta did most of the work of purging and destroying. He was becoming more and more like Freeza himself when he was doing that. The bare thought about it made him sick... Which was why he was planning on destroying Freeza, so he would not be compared to that homo bastard of a creature.

Not to mention that everyone was as if spying on the Saiya-jin no Ouji while he was training, as if he was some time bomb of some sort. This Radditz guy and his little brother, Goku, proved to be Saiya-jin to him as he saw their tales wrapped around their waists. They were probably given duty to watch over Vegeta while he wasn't with Bulma and her darling boy toy. Vegeta cringed at the thought and kept throwing strong punches in the Gravity Chamber he was finding himself in at the time. He could care less about the bitch and the idiot. No matter what the king said, he would play the good dog anymore. He was getting seriously sick of running after them in their stupid activities around the castle and the town. He was beginning to look stupid in his own eyes, which was not good, nowhere near good. Besides, he was sure they would want to be alone at the time.

With a mocking smirk Vegeta remembered their last encounter in the corridor. He was still backing up his thought of making Yamcha suffer dearly. Oh, and how he was.... A sigh of irritation escaped the youth's lips. He was starting to miss his purging missions. At least he could pour his anger out on something. Right now, he could do nothing of the sort, except training before he was so tired he'd almost pass out. But it was no fun if no one really got hurt. A sadistic grin took over the Saiya-jin's facade. This Yamcha guy would really make a good punching bag, if not anything else. If he died in the meantime, he could play a game of breaking every single bone in the imbecile's body. That should be some real fun alright.

Instantly the gravity fell and Vegeta was about to hit the ceiling of the chamber as well. His head snapped at the direction of the door only to see a worried Ariane standing there with her arms in front of her.

"What do you fucking want!?! Don't you see I'm busy?!" He barked at her and levitated to the ground, but still didn't approach her. The girl had overcome her huge embarrassment of being around the Saiya-jin prince. She could even say they had some sort of relationship right then. No, no, she would never consider being a couple with the Prince, but they were friends, at least. Well, after all these times that he had made himself almost bleed to death after training, there was no doubt they'd become at least a little closer.

"Sire, Princess and her friend have gone out. King had bestowed upon you duty to protect princess. Shouldn't you be going as well?" She questioned. Even after all this time, she still had not learnt speaking his language properly. She was not speaking Earth language properly as well, so he could not blame her. Not that he cared how she formed her words, as long as they were understandable. A frown covered the youth's face.

"What makes you think I'll be running after them like a little dog?! Let them go there alone for all I care!" He yelled and threw a death glare at the woman. "And just what are you waiting for now?! Get lost, I have to get back to training!" He informed her over his shoulder and levitated up. The girl didn't flinch. She moved not an inch from her place at the door. When the obsidian eyes locked with her green ones again, she gave her master a huge grin.

"Tea?" She held up a tray from beside the door. Vegeta sweat dropped and landed by her, still looking strangely at the little woman.

"Strange creature..." He muttered, but still shut off the gravity room to have a break. He had been training since he got up and a little break would do no harm. But a shower always came first.

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"The Saiya-jin isn't with us? Now that's a first one." Yamcha stated haughtily and Bulma laughed.

"Well, maybe he got tired of walking around with us. Can you blame him? He knows nothing of having fun like you do!" She hugged her new friend and missed to see the triumphant smirk that had covered his face. She was giving in to his charms, which was good. Don't get it wrong, Yamcha was not a bad person. But king Briefs had asked him to try to become closer with his daughter, for soon she would have to marry someone to take over the throne. Both King and Queen of the Briefs Kingdom were becoming old. Yet if you asked anyone of them, they would say they're in perfect health and that they could keep on ruling a few years more.

The scar faced boy kept looking around the tables as they kept walking along the lines of the biggest bazaar in the Briefs Kingdom. There were different kinds of rings, necklaces, and any kind of jewelry; there were countless sorts of sweets and candies, things that his Princess loved; there were also various other objects, but he was currently looking for a necklace for his beloved heiress. He had not seen her wear anything around her neck and it was such a shame such a beautiful neck to be vacant. He spotted something and dragged her to there by her hand.

"What are you looking for?" She asked interestedly as she looked at what he was looking for.

"A necklace for my pretty princess." Yamcha bowed respectively with a sly smirk on his face as he kept on looking and asked the salesman behind the desk for professional help.

"Oh, but I already have one. And, don't get upset, Yamcha," She pulled him away from the woman that was so determined to sell him something probably on doubled price for Yamcha had become quite popular since he lived in the Briefs Palace, "But I don't plan on taking it off, even because of you." The boy looked strangely at her, somehow hurt by her words. She should've chosen them differently, she tried to tell herself as she took the Dragon necklace out. But the moment he saw it, Yamcha's mouth dropped some as he stared endlessly at the beautiful accessory.

"Whoa, it's truly beautiful. I see what you mean now..." He realized how stupid he sounded after he said that, but Bulma just giggled at him and collected the necklace back under her top. "Why do you wear it like that? Would you not rather have people see it?" He asked interestedly as the lavender haired girl grinned at him.

"Well, I know it's beautiful, I don't need complete strangers to confirm that for me. Besides, I don't want to lose it in any way. It stays against my heart, protecting me." She explained, looking at her chest. She wondered what made the necklace so special... The fact that it was given to her by Vegeta, the Ice King bastard, or the fact that she really thought that her jewel was completely unique. Or maybe it was both... It was unique, because it was from Vegeta... She sighed heavily and walked further. She had to stop thinking of that boy. He was becoming a total nuisance to her mind ever since Yamcha came. Yes, she had some real fun with Yamcha, she couldn't say she didn't... But something was wrong with her whenever she was around him... And this emptiness inside her... This one that she had felt ever since she left Freeza's ship when she was little... Why was it?... How did it get there in the first place?...

The princess remembered in a moment how she got to own this necklace. She still remembered that night as if it was yesterday. A smile crept its way on her lips and stretched them. Maybe she could classify this birthday as the best one she got in ages. And Vegeta had been so different at that moment that she could barely recognize him. She was still thinking over what he had said... Who was she? Who had she been building all those years? For what purpose did she keep on struggling against life to keep on living? To keep on existing? What for? Or more like, who for? Herself? Her mother and father? Her people? Her nonexistent love? Who for?!

The princess shook her head. Now was not the time for these thoughts. Now was the time to have fun with Yamcha around the castle. The boy had really become one of her closest friends. She knew now that she had to give everyone a chance and they would probably not disappoint her. Well, not really. Not if it's Yamcha. Oh, whatever. She shook her head again and dragged her partner to a fortuneteller. It really sounded like fun, even though she didn't believe people that said they could tell her future.

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Vegeta took the nearest towel and wrapped it around his torso. He sighed as he leaned against the doorframe out of the streaming bathroom. He needed a nice long shower a long time ago.

"Master, lunch is ready. You should go eat something before you go out." The Prince threw her a strange glance as she was collecting her medicine from the shelves in the training grounds' medicine wing. She left only lints and a few light medicine there.

"Going out? And just where are you trying to send me off?" He asked scornfully as the girl locked her emerald eyes with the Saiya-jin's onyx ones in confusion.

"Well, it's master's work to be with princess, isn't it? Master is princess' bodyguard. We do not want anything to happen to princess while she's out, so master has to do his duty, even though he tried to skip it." She explained slowly, nodding every now and then to confirm her own words. "Yes, yes, that's what master's job is. The princess' protection always comes first." While she was nodding she didn't see as the young man approached her and had stuck his head so near hers that she could almost feel his breath on her nose.

"Look here, woman; I have said I will not go and I intend on doing what I said. And stop calling me master, damn it. You make me feel like some sort of slayer." He huffed and passed by her to change into a new pair of spandex suits. While he was out there with Bulma, he had taken none as reserve, but here King Briefs' maids had specially researched the fabric the suit was made of and had created a few of them for the tactician. After all, he was keeping their little sanctuary safe and sound out there, even though recently there were no riots. Yet the prince was still worried about what one of the traitors had said...

He was getting paranoid...Nothing a little snack couldn't fix.

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Yamcha went out of the high tent that represented the fortune-teller's... well, tent. He looked quite confused and Bulma still didn't miss the chance to throw herself all over him, asking him various questions like 'what did she tell you' to 'how did it look like inside there'. But then when he told her nothing, she decided to go in there by herself and see what she was going to tell her.

When she got inside, she almost felt her jaw dropping. It was not really that surprising, but don't forget our little heir here has not ever been to a place like this. The walls, if they could be called walls, were made of dark blue fabric, almost navy. The windows were covered by lilac colored curtains that were pulled securely as to not let any light enter the dark realm that the inside of the tent represented. Bulma had imagined things to be a little more... well, cheerful around here. A deadly atmosphere was hanging lazily in the air.

The cerulean eyes shifted to where the old woman was seated. She was collecting her cards and was looking only at her table as she called her next customer.

"Sit, child, sit." She said politely when she collected all of her cards. Bulma didn't voice her opinion, but she had imagined a fortune-teller to have a crystal ball like in the books or something like that. She was not disappointed, but she felt kind of strange. She had always imagined what it would look like at a fortune-tellers place. She shook her head. She was beginning to sound stupid in her own head. That could mean no good.

"I see that you have never before been in such a place, am I right child?" The woman asked her, startling the girl out of her trail of thought rudely before she slowly nodded, still looking interestedly around. She was not sure if the other woman was annoyed or proud that she had caught her attention with her hideout of wonders, as it appeared to be for Bulma. A sly grin covered the older woman's face. "You are the Princess of our lands, Bulma, am I right, child?" Well, that was cheap. She wouldn't make her believe in her fortune-telling powers with something that trivial. She was a famous girl and besides, Yamcha could've said a word or two about her when he was in.

That is, if the woman was trying to make her believe in anything.

"Very well. If you are here to find out what is to happen to you from now on, let me concentrate, and let the cards speak for themselves." Bulma doubted the cards could speak as they had not mouth, but she just nodded and waited to see what silly thing this woman would say about her. She was also still interested what she had said to Yamcha... Hmm, the girl wondered if it should be a secret what she would hear here.

Then, a minute later after making strange sounds, the woman picked a card and set it on the table. It described a broken glass, or just something... broken. The princess was not very sure if it was a glass or a real object. The only thing she was sure in was that it was broken.

"The card of broken bond. Someone will force you into something that you will not like, your highness, that will break your relationship with that person, causing both of you great damage." The woman explained and picked out another card. This time it was someone with a knife stabbed in the back. All of the cards sounded weird like an idea of drawing, but they looked too real for their own good. "Betrayal, your highness. Someone you have believed in will stab your back while you least expect it. It will be inevitable..." Bulma wrinkled her nose. Get her back stabbed by whom?! "The card of sorrow..." A crying girl on the ground. "A great misfortune will catch on with you, your highness. You will-" Before Bulma could say something because of the horrible fortune she had herself read, the woman cut short on her words and stared blankly at the table. She looked quite stoned. Things didn't really look good.

"Hey... Madam, are you okay?" The princess asked and stretched her hand out to the elder woman, but she stopped when she spoke again, yet her voice was quite different - deeper, creepier.

"You must watch out for the Prince, my lady! You must keep away from the Prince!! He will stab your back when you least expect it! You will lose your humanity if you let him have you! Keep away from him!" Bulma stood from her place and backed away as the woman kept blabbering something even as she left. With a sigh of relief as the sun met her features, the heiress laced her hands with Yamcha's and took off.

So bad things couldn't happen at the same time, could they? And besides, Yamcha didn't look like a bad person. Really, he didn't.

But what if the woman had become more serious when she fell in her trance of some sort?....

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"Sire, the princess and her friend have returned safely from their trip around the Kingdom. Won't you go now to see them?" Ariane asked over the intercom in the Gravity room. As much as she was not afraid of her master anymore, she dared not interfere with his training like shutting off the gravity to open the room twice in the same day. She was not stupid, you know, even though she talked strange.

"What do I care what the stupid bitch and her idiotic mate do?! Leave me fucking alone, already! I have training to do!" Vegeta snapped as he kept doing his one-finger and hand-behind-back push-ups. Ariane nodded guiltily and shut the link off. The Saiya-jin growled lowly in his throat. "Stupid Ariane." He muttered and kept his training up. If he continued to get distracted, he would never be stronger than Freeza.

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After getting back home, Bulma decided to take a nice long bath. Her feet were really tired. She had not walked so much since... She frowned. Since her little adventures with Vegeta for the Dragon Balls. She threw a glance at her necklace at the remembrance of the Dragon Balls. She wondered when will they actually call him back... She was sure they would soon find out where he is and would want to have their heir to their throne back as soon as possible... She wondered how soon could that actually be. With a sigh she slid a little more in the nice hot water.

She sighed and lifted herself out of the water and into her huge shower cabin. Well, she had to get back to her dad. She had to show him her latest creations. He would surely be really happy about them. A smile stretched on the female's face. She was surely a genius.

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As she took her blueprints, Bulma took off towards the throne room in one of her new pair of trousers and long t-shirt. One thing you could be sure in - she didn't look the least like the princess she was when she was around the castle. She hated dresses, but sometimes she had no choice but to wear such. Like on feasts, parties thrown in the palace and such. But all in all, she hated dresses. She despised them, she detested them, she loathed them. She thought she didn't look good in them. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was a fighter or so she tried to convince herself. Her father was such a happy man - he had a tomboy of a heiress to his throne. Now if that ain't wonderful I just don't know what is.

"Wait, Bulma!" Radditz called when she was about to pass by him and enter the throne room. "Your father and Prince Yamcha are discussing something really important." He said as he was obviously ordered to tell to anyone who tried to interfere with the two men's conversation. What could be more important than his own daughter, the princess wondered and shrugged, striding past Radditz and into the room.

"Next time we go out, I'm going to take that gun and BANG, she's gone!" Yamcha was talking with remarkable enthusiasm. What if... What if that woman was right? Was Yamcha going to kill her with that gun he's talking about? What if he was?! The girl gasped and ran to her room, leaving a startled Radditz by the door. What was going on with that girl recently anyway?

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It was now late night. The heiress was still wondering if she had misheard something, or perhaps she had misunderstood it. Perhaps they were talking about something else. But if it was something else, what would make killing so important if it wasn't an assassination? No, it couldn't be. Even if it was, she was sure they weren't planning to kill her. Or maybe her dad wanted to leave the kingdom to Yamcha. If they got married and she got in a fatal "accident", all of the rights to rule the planet and the kingdom go to her husband.

The girl bit her lip. She was really getting paranoid. Maybe a gulp of fresh air would do her a better favor. She pulled the slide door closed behind herself and pinned her gaze to the starts. The stars that she had been wishing on all these years and the stars she had been watching all her life. She loved to look up at night, in a cloudless night when she could try to count the stars she could see. Of course, she knew that was impossible, but it was better than counting sheep that jump over some obstacle, isn't it?

The young woman wondered if her first neighbor was sound asleep yet. She threw a glance at Vegeta's room, but it was too dark for her to see anything. He was surely fast asleep by now, she thought and sighed. She felt a pulsing pain in the base of her nose. She had a migraine. Again. She was getting used to them, but how can you get used to physical pain? Not to mention the mental pressure she was letting herself endure every freaking day? Yup. She was overworking herself. And getting superstitious right now would not help her much.

Bulma pouted and got a grip on herself. What was going on with her lately? Things were changing so rapidly that she could barely focus on them. It was not like her not to be focused. She was one of the most serious people you could ever see when it got to rapid changes. She had always been a person of changes. She liked them and she changed many things about herself, her appearance and her work every day. Well... not really, but anyway! She got up and went to the training room. What drove her to do that, she would probably never know. But she wanted to have a midnight walk around the Palace and the training grounds were the most far off from her current location. Or so she tried to convince herself.

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When she arrived at the training ground, she saw that the lights of the med wing are still on. She wondered who might be up that late at night. Most guards were nowhere to be found around this area. They usually took care of the entrances. The princess tightened her dressing gown around her body and took a step forward to see who was in there.

And to her biggest, or not at all, surprise, Vegeta was trying to wrap some lint around his abdomen and the one on the front was already soaked in blood. He had trouble with straightening it in the back of his waist. He was growling and muttering curses in various languages under his nose, doing his best to get this over with so he could probably continue his training. Bulma decided to help him with that since he seemed to have been doing it in a while now...

"Let me get that for you." She said calmly, trying to take the big roll of lint from his hand, but the Saiya-jin just snapped it away from her, throwing a dark glare at her face.

"What are you doing up so late? Had a midnight trip to your mate?" He snorted and kept on trying to do what he wanted right, but the thing kept being a stubborn bitch to him. He was never going to make it like this...

"What?" Bulma blinked a few times at his question as his glare directed at her for a second time today since they had not seen each other the entire time. A frown made its way to Bulma's face. She was still kind of embarrassed to be around him after that kiss they shared a month ago, she felt shy around him... And she so much hated to be shy. She was trying to fight it but to no avail till now. But probably the sleepless night made her gain some courage, be more indifferent or something.

Or maybe this time she was just running away from him, being scared of what she might begin to feel for him. Him, of all other people she might keep in touch with. All of this time she felt a funny ticklish feeling whenever he was around, he was doing something for her, or anything of the sort. She was afraid she might not be able to let him go when the time came... That he would become too precious of a friend to her to leave alone... But what if she even began having illusions of something even more? Wouldn't that break her heart even more? The girl had never had her heart broken, but she had read that it was horrible. Neither had she ever fell in love as well, and she had not planned on doing such thing in close future, but these things are not to be planned, she understood. It was not like she was falling for Yamcha, he was just a friend, a good friend, who was willing to spend some time with her, unlike how Vegeta was referring to him right now. But Vegeta himself, on the other hand... The kiss she gave Yamcha had nothing in common like the one she shared with Vegeta... The two guys were different like the sun and the moon... One was gentler, more careful of her feelings... Yet the other possessed passion that she had never before encountered, power she had never before seen, except for Lord Freeza himself, probably...

"Just get lost, woman! I'm not in the mood for you..." The Saiya-jin muttered angrily as he kept struggling with the lint. The freaking thing was beginning to dance on his nerves very seriously. And it still refused to stay how he intended it to. With an irritated sigh Bulma snatched the roll and put her index fingertip on Vegeta's lips before he could object.

"Just let me help, okay?" She didn't wait for him to respond as she sat across him on the med bed, pulling his arms to his front not to get in her way. She ripped off the part where the lint was already bloodied and began wrapping it around his abdomen. "What did you do anyway? The wound seems kind of deep..." She noted. The young man looked away from where her hands were working their magic over his wounded stomach.

"Let's just say my blasts are too strong for my own good." He kept glaring angrily at the window, which was to Bulma's right side.

"Where were you the whole day? I was a step away from getting worried." She giggled at her own statement, which made Vegeta only shift his glare back to her.

"Yeah, right you were. And I'm Robin Hood."

"What does Robin Hood to do with me getting worried?" The girl didn't understand as she blinked dumbly.

"That's the only fairy tale hero I managed to read about in your piles of worthless books." He pointed towards the table, where Ariane had probably sneaked out a book from her. It was indeed one of Bulma's books - the legend of Robin Hood, the person who stole from the rich to give to the poor. Once she thought he was her hero, but right then she knew nothing about who was her hero, if she had one at all. A frown took over her features again as she was tightening the lint's hold. She was losing the childish in her. She wanted to keep a part of it always in her, if she could only know which part of her was still a child...

"So your maid is taking my books, huh?" Bulma laughed.

"Only the ones you have stopped reading."

"I have re-read most of them around a hundred times." She noted again, making Vegeta roll his eyes.

"You don't need to defend yourself in front of me."

"I'm not defending myself!" She jumped, but soon sat back down. "Okay, I won't..." A slight chuckle escaped the Saiya-jin's lips. A sound that she had sincerely missed for the passed month. Suddenly she realized how strangely attached she had become of this guy... He was the total opposite of her whenever they talked, but then again, they were also strangely alike... It was a weird mix, really. What was she going to do without him. "Now stay still, I have to tie it behind your back." She informed and walked behind him to tie the lint. She looked proudly at her work. Well, it was nothing really, but at least he could be sure the covers wouldn't get soaked in his blood. Otherwise ChiChi would set even Heaven on fire with her screaming and in her berserk state there was no telling who she might kick, hit or punch.

The male stood from his place and also looked at his new bandage. Well, it was not as good as Ariane could make them, but it was quite better than what he could do by himself. He took his armor and put it on.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing? Where do you think you're going?" Bulma ran after him, letting him have some of her accusing stare.

"I'm going back to training." He informed the air in front of himself, continuing to the outside control panel of the gravity room. He typed a few things on it and when he was about the engage it, Bulma cancelled it. He threw her a malicious glare and turned the machine back on, trying to begin something again, but Bulma stopped him again. "What the hell do you want from me, woman?!" He snapped rudely, turning around to face her. Her cerulean eyes bore into his onyx ones, refusing no for an answer.

"Go to sleep, Vegeta, you have been training all day. You have to rest, or you'll collapse."

"You weren't around the whole day, how could you possibly know what I have done and what I have not?!" He yelled at her, trying to turn on the machine again, but she stopped him for the third time.

"News travel fast around here." She laughed and tried to pull him away from the panel. "Come on, Vegeta, go to sleep! It's late and the machine will malfunction from so much time training!" She reasoned, but the male shook his head.

"Stop babbling bullshit, woman. The machine is just fine. I have skipped just enough training because of you. I am planning on continuing what I am doing right now." He tried and this time she didn't stop him. She just stomped her foot on the ground and said,

"Fine! Do whatever you wish! But I'm not going to make a funeral when you die out of exhaustion!" She tried to storm away, but the Saiya-jin's voice reached her before she could do so.

"You won't get rid of me that easy."

Bulma stormed back to him and looked at him directly in the eyes. "Go to sleep." Then she added, "Please."

The boy looked strangely at her. Why was she insistent he would go to bed? What was it to her? Why would she care if he collapsed? If he did, he would be stronger than before, he was even trying to do that. But what was it to her? A smirk crept on Vegeta's lips.

"So be it, woman. I'll do what you want. But tomorrow I'll be back here early, mark my words." She nodded and took off to their rooms after him, shutting the lights off. "One more thing." She turned to him just in time to see how his arm out-stretched to grab her by the waist and pull her in a deep kiss again. She felt the same jolt as the first time when he did that run through her whole body. She felt her breath taken away, but in the same moment she felt as if she didn't need it. When he released her, his triumphant smirk was back in its place.

The last thing she remembered was how he saluted her. She didn't even remember how she dragged herself back to bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy.

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Somewhere out there...

"Sire... We have collected data, that Freeza is still alive."

"What about Vegeta?" Asked a deeper voice from the darkness.

"He is still of Lord Freeza's henchmen, sire. He is alive. We suspect that he is the one that had resurrected us."

"Where is he?! Why isn't he here yet?!" The dark figure's temper had grown smaller by the second he heard the lizard's name. The servant swallowed hard.

"He is on a planet called Earth, sire. Would you like us to send an escort for the prince?"

"No... We'll wait with that... If he isn't here yet, he might have something to finish over there. And after that, we'll show Freeza just who we are!" The figure began laughing unstoppably.....

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A/N: So, we're done! And here I think that I have absolutely nothing to write.

I feel soooooooo sleepy. Hey, I have a new haircut by the way, lol.

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