A Soldiers Girl
Chapter 5: Forgotten Son
A single gloved hand, etched with finest materials that had been gathered, collected, and maintained throughout the galaxy. Through raids, purges, and allies alike. It was when it grazed down the flesh of her cheek, that her eyes hit his hard. It was a sinuses, dangerous, and daring move for the King to lay such a timid hand on such a rare finding. He watched with amusement as her lips curled in distaste at his fragile touch. The fine material that felt almost as soft as a petal of a newly birthed rose; yet the durability to withstand some of the harsh of combat. This was no display for public affection, or a long awaited reunion. This was a display for cruelty and judgment for the man before them to examine. It was a persuasion of jealousy that the king wanted, and he could feel her body shake with hate, and desperation to flee the situation.
She rejected his hand as she turned her face, in a degree that she could escape his cruel affections. You could tell by the display of her artic hues, the display of confusion, and of betrayal that ran so deep. It was fresh in the core of her soul, a soul that felt like a lash of thorns caressed it's each beat. The situation was making her every breath, every grasping moment painful and unbearable. She could feel the flicker of enraged ki lash into the room; Zarbon was none to pleased with the display that Vegeta was giving to his ownership over his slave. When Vegeta turned his back to the women completely he was open game to the spar ready to be unleashed. The fury of his hatred for both this alien freak, and that Lizard Lord of his was enough to make the air thin just enough so that he could pike his energy level to a noticeable level. One that would clearly make that freak cower in fear.
A silver blade slid out from a concealed location behind the women, it was a ki blade, enough to damage a low ranking ki. Little did she know of its use, but she did what her mind had tormented her with for years of be abandoned by the man. When she'd gone for the kill when the hammering of her heart conquered her all knowing sense, something screamed out in warning.
"Milord behind you!"
The blade drove down to his heart, the second he turned in the warning of his servants cry. Then all you could see was a blade shatter. Some of the strongest collected steels from around the world crumbled under the mighty fury of Vegeta's Ki. It was nothing compared to the fury of his anger, his displeasure at her attempts to try to kill him. It was in only a single moment, in his fury that her throat lay captured in his grasp. A deadly grasp, for this was not of mockery or sensual primitive need. This was of hate and nothing more. She could see the flames dance in those onyx hues, those deadly hues that promised something far worse then a quick death.
A flame flickered over way, his eyes changed, as if lighting had struck him; she'd seen a new kind of light. A light so blinding that she cringed under her grasping through that was begging and pleading for air. It was when Zarbon cowered in fear, running out in a stormed sense of panic that Bulma realized just how far she'd crossed the inhuman man before her. His powers were immense, but when her artic hues locked to those evergreen orbs that he allowed her relies from his restraint on her. She crumbled there, like an old rag heaped upon his floor. He snarled like an animal as his canine fangs drew out and his fist raged with fist on either side. He looked so deadly, like a fallen angel that still maintained his beauty…his golden hair that seemed aflame like a forest fire gone astray---his evergreen depths of emerald glory. It stung her for a brief moment when his power phased out. Like the flick of a light switch. He glanced at her, as he glanced above her. His temples where throbbing with discomfort as his muscles contracted all over. She watched his uneven breath of his chest rising and falling. She could hear the panting, as if he two lacked the oxygen he need.
Then the strangest thing occurred. He smirked. With the threading of his long crimson cape he vanished. Not a word, not an order of her to be discombobulated. He simply smirked as if he was amused by this whole display of confusion he'd pulled her into. She glanced at the door only to realize that he'd stopped, and there he stood…the Tyrant Lord Freiza who qwaked at the situation. He had his armed tossed over his chest, a grin to those most vile lips---the blades of his teeth shimmering under the luminosity of the broken lights of the room. It was only when the small toddler of five pounded for the bondage bound up around his waste to let go. The small toddler cried out for the women who still sat crumpled on the floor.
Her heart stopped. Everything had stopped, and she felt true fear rising into the recollection of what that 'animal' would do to her…to her son. The only thing she had in her poor excuse for a life. She'd seen him maybe a month ago on the bridge, it had been decreed that she wasn't allowed to nurture her son in anyway but she'd been given on a few accounts privacy with her son. How she'd cried when she saw how much he wanted for her to save him. What could she do?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Vegeta." She watched the Tyrant lord wave his finger in the air so carelessly, as if that finger had not destroyed thousands of worlds and homes. She shivered as she stood up cowering at the site before her. It was hard to explain the natural urge a mother got when in fear of the safety of there offspring. It was so hard to explain how much she'd do just to save her son the humiliation and victimization he'd been getting from his five years of his life. She made her way closer and closer, she stood close to Vegeta's side before she was halted.
"Bulma dear, that's far enough. I'd hate to have to kill your little brat, but it seems that there is to be a negotiation."
"There will be no negotiations Frezia. What do I care about that women's offspring bastard?"
"You would if that bastard was your son, your first born son that is."
It was then there eyes had clashed the second time that day, it was the hardest Bulma had ever experienced in her life. She could take the fury of his rage, the fury of his anger. The look had crushed her into a million pieces when she saw the King of all Saiyans question his mind. His power. He glanced at her hard and long, enough to give her the look of utter distrust. She could see for just the briefest of moments his pain. It was a heart wrenching pain of her disloyalty of never telling him that she and he had a son. The part that she'd never told him before he left and the part that she had shown her disloyalty to his kingdom and whatever hopes they had to ever trusting each other again. He glanced at the boy, his lavender locks draped his tanned features, and his Saiyan tail twitched in irritation had his bindings.
"Speak."
"You can have your son Vegeta, if you will aid my empire with it's every needs. When I call forth your soldiers they will come serve and give me there unquestionable loyalty to me. You will purge what I say you can purge, and most of all I am your over Lord.
"Vegeta never took his eyes of the boy; the handsome features of a well constructed boy lay before his view. He was so odd coloring to be Saiyan, do different then anything he'd ever seen. He looked so much like his mother, yet he looked so much like himself that it made his mind blaze with a thousand questions. His last son…from the head concubine looked less like him. It made him snarl at how low his power level at birth was, a mockery it was to his Royal blood lines…but this kid. He could feel the power in him. He defiantly had the potential of becoming the Legendary Super Siayan like himself.
It was a serous call, and not to mention the women beside him, he'd have to dwell on her fate as well. How could she be to traitorous yet, when he'd been mocking her he'd been mapping out her figure again. Remembering something he'd lost and thought he'd lost all those years ago to the demise of earth, and now he finds out she's stuck in the body of some teen, and he had a four or five year old son from the guess of looks.
The women before him felt like reaching out for the little boy with outstretched hands, hands that were grasping out for her hands to protect him. It was a hard decision to make. He seemed already close bonded to the mother that a display of her death may traumatize a conspiracy later on. He was thinking a hundreds miles away, on what to do, what a King should do and sacrifice for his Kingdom. A healthy heir to the throne but the enslavement of his men…no he'd have to make the call. Something he new would have the Cons in the after math.
"Not now, not ever."
"No!"
She screamed out trying to capture her son's hands. When she felt her body torn pulled back in to strong arms the tears streaming down her face as she began to pound at the warrior kings chest in attempts to escape his vise-like-grip. She wanted to save her son, that Lizard was going to kill him and he was going to let him. She screamed so loud that it made both Freiza and Vegeta cringe but in the aftermath Freiza stood his ground, the boy at hand (tail) as he only flashed that mocking smile that only Vegeta could understand…and he was gone.
Soon after the ship, and a weeping broken women was left alone. Stranded and thousands of miles away from the one thing she loved more then life itself. In the arms of the man she swore she'd hate forever---he held her. He held her like he'd done once so many years ago. He held her like he understood, and he held her like he'd made a mistake but a mistake he had to make in order to keep his people safe.
"Onna---"
"I hate you."
"You can always have more."
She pulled away at that, she slapped him in the face as she tried to pull out of his grasp but for the first time in Vegeta's life he made sure he held onto her. He held her, without anger, without pity, but with sorrow and regret.
Note: Hey thanks for all the reviews! Yet again I didn't really reach but my story isn't for the reviews, it's for the people who enjoy it, and that's why I keep going! so here you guys you fanfic lovers chapter 5! Hope it was good. R&R
