Chapter One
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Prince Vegita stormed down the many hallways of Vegitasei's palace, looking for his father.
"Father!"
Impatient, King Vegita presented himself, with a scowl on his face, of course. Dressed in armor from shoulder to toe, he looked more like a warrior then a king. Of course, Sayajins were a warrior race, living by codes, pride and honor. It was quite appropriate that the king of their planet be dressed in their finest armor and a flexible training suit to boot.
"What is it son?" He asked venomously, "I am just about to begin a very important meeting with the king of Sesshis, so this had better be good."
His son, Prince Vegita, gave him a wide smirk. "Oh nothing too important father. I just wanted to let you know that Freiza's men are swarming the space docks."
The king was no less then shocked but turned angry instantly. "Stupid boy! Why didn't you tell me this earlier when you saw their ships coming in for landing?"
Once again, the prince smirked. "Because I thought you would've known already. Then again, you never really notice anything else around here, most likely because you lay around on your ass all day." Before the king could answer, the prince had begun talking once more. "And because you're so incompetent, I send out troops myself. How do you like that old man?"
"Why you insolent little bastard!" King Vegita lunged for his son's throat but the prince calmly held his father's hands in front of him and watched his father try to get out of his grip with a laugh.
"Face it king, you'll always be weak compared to me. You don't deserve to lead the Sayajins into battle. You're much too weak. At least you get to die by your son's hands" Prince Vegita gave the king one final smirk and severed his head with a ki blast. Vegita smiled as he watched the king die. Then he wiped his gloves.
"Piece of shit."
A large ship landed just a little way south of Bulma's watchtower. She had been waiting for her father to come home, restlessly, for hours now; perhaps even days. She had lost track of time, as she usually did when she was really focused on something (like an invention) and wondered how long she had been without food. She then decided that the first thing her father would do, would be to eat some of her mother's cooking so she forced herself from the balcony and walked into the house. Besides, she could smell supper all the way from the roof; Shepherd's Pie. Bulma did not know a single person that could resist her mother's Shepherd's Pie, it was simply delicious.
Ignoring that fact that her legs were tired, Bulma ran down the stairs all the way to the kitchen. She was right; she had lost track of time. Buni, her mother, looked worried sick.
"Sweetie! I thought something had happened to you! I'm so glad you're alright! You've been gone for four days! I knew that if I baked some of this pie you'd show up, don't ever scare me like that again!" despite her scolding, Buni looked like she was about to laugh.
"Um, mom could you pass me a piece of that please? I have been gone for two days, like you said. I'm pretty hungry." Then Bulma looked excited. "I think daddy's home! I saw a ship land at the dock and then I ran downstairs… I'm going to eat and then I'm going to go see him!"
Bulma ate her food in frenzy and gave her mother a big kiss on the cheek. "Sorry for worrying you! I love you! Bye!"
The blue-haired genius dashed across the lawn with ease, for the little exercise she did, she was quite fast. The dock was coming into view and she felt happier then she had in a while. Pulling out her key-card, she slid it through the slot on the outer part of the ship and watched as the gate lifted open with a hiss.
It was quiet.
The ship was bathed in complete silence. All the inner lights were on and a faint buzzing noise was coming from the lower barracks. Bulma, through obvious fear, stepped into the craft and walked slowly to the end of the main control room. There, she stepped through a door, and followed a tiny hallway to the small, on-board kitchen. Bulma then permitted herself speech.
"Daddy?" She called, just above a whisper, then louder. "Daddy?"
Nothing responded and she was once again in silence. Full of even more fear, she continued, persisting only because she felt that there was someone on board. Carefully searching the cupboards, just in case, she found only silverware and a few measly portions of food. Even more worried then before, Bulma cried out again: "Daddy!"
But once again, nothing answered back. She pushed her fear to the back of her mind and continued to the back of the kitchen. Slowly opening one of the three doors, she found only a closet full of cleaning solutions and various cleaning supplies. Behind the third door, she found a pantry full of different foods, drinks and even meat in an enormous freezer.
The last door, in the far corner of the room lead her to another room, most likely the secondary control room and she found that each station had the same blue flickering monitor. This made Bulma even more frightened. It looked to her like each computer had been attained with the same virus, causing them to shut down. Curiously, the lights in the whole craft remained on even though the control room was down. Following the straight carpet down the middle of the room she found herself at a door named 'barracks'. With a shaking hand, she pushed the door open.
Drip, drip, drip.
Everything seemed normal here. The dripping sound was just another eerie detail in the picture. This just magnified Bulma's curiosity… and fear. It wasn't the silence that scared her anymore, it was that incessant dripping. Not only because it gave a spooky quality to the silence, but because she had helped her father built this ship, and she knew for a fact that they had no running water.
Prince Vegita burst into the conference room, and sat down at the head of the table, in his father's chair. "The king is dead." That one sentence stated it all. The diplomats from Sesshis gasped. One of the older men looked into Vegita's eyes.
"What happened to him? We saw him but a few minutes ago." If the old diplomat had been surprised, he did a very good job of concealing it. "I killed him." Vegita smirked.
"What? How could you do that to your own father?" one of the women cried out in disbelief.
"He was getting old, and he was unsuitable for the job. He was also a weakling. Sayajins do not tolerate weaklings." Vegita then added, "Now you will have to listen to me."
"Daddy?" Bulma was panicked now. She raced towards the sound of the dripping, even though all her instincts told her not to. Once again, as she expected, there was no answer. As she drew nearer to the sound though, a shiver of fear raced down her spine and before she even saw the source of the dripping, she knew what it was coming from.
I hope you guys like this chapter, and I know it took me forever to write, but don't worry, I'll write the next chapter soon. Oh, and I'm sorry that it's so short but for the first few chapters, it's gonna be. I need to start by writing short and then, once there's more to the plot, I can write longer chapters. I hope you guys don't mind.
A big thank you to the few people that reviewed the Prologue! I'm glad that someone is reading my story lol! I hope that you guys will be so kind as to review this chapter as well!