Chapter 7. Close Ally

"You could have gotten us killed!" Vegeta growled.

Lechuga glared over at him, "Explain to me how we could have gotten killed?"

Vegeta shook his head in disdain. Angrily he hissed, "Do you not know that any of your men would trade your life in an instant if they were paid the right price? You can't trust anyone, baka!"

"How dare you! My men are extremely trustworthy! They would give their lives for me!" Lechuga growled. She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him.

"You may be experienced in fighting, but in the game of war you are completely naïve!" Vegeta snapped. Turning on his heel he stormed down the hall towards two large doors. Lechuga bared her fangs at his retreating back, but followed behind.

Once they reached the doors Vegeta offered his arm to his sister. She reluctantly took, nodding to the guards in charge of opening the doors. The two siblings sauntered regally down the floor, coming towards a large dais. The dais held two thrones, both which were occupied. Lechuga gracefully went down on one knee bowing to the two occupants. Vegeta on the other hand stood stiffly. Lechuga turned her head towards her brother trying to catch his eye, but to no avail.

"Ah, Vegeta, you're back. How good to see you," cooed a feminine voice.

"Father, Freiza," Vegeta answered. Lechuga bit back a voice of disapproval. Vegeta glanced over at the alabaster lizard frowning in disapproval over his lack of title.

"I've missed you. I haven't had a better soldier in my purging commission since you left. You really must come back. I've asked your father for permission," Vegeta's eyes darted up to the man sitting on the dais. "But he said you weren't allowed off planet. He said it would ruin your training, said he was training you for king. I said I would gladly help with this training, seeing as I own the largest empire in the galaxy, but he said no. Some sort of Saiyan training you do."

"And as I said, Lord Freiza, he was carrying this out-"King Vegeta answered.

"Silence! You know how I hate being lied to, don't you, princeling?" the lizard smiled. "I get here and not only find out you're not training, you're not even on planet!"

Lechuga's eyes darted fearfully between the three. Her father sat gripping the throne tightly, his knuckles turning white. Her brother stood proudly a cool mask of indifference on his face, while the tyrant looked on smirking at her brother.

"Vegeta, you wouldn't lie to me would you? After all I've done to you?"

Vegeta shivered inwardly trying to keep his composure. Yes, he remembered exactly what that monster had done to him. He did not want to relive it. He thought back to the reason for his absence and inwardly smirked. Ah, the Earthling. Now wasn't she an interesting one. Full of spirit, like a Saiyan, only too weak to wield any power. Hopefully that alliance would help their war and give them the fighting edge. His father was always telling him strength wasn't everything. Hopefully this would prove resourceful. He accidentally allowed his mirth to show.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class, Vegeta?" Freiza frowned.

Smirking Vegeta answered, "Why, yes there are a couple of things I would like to share with you."

"Well, please indulge my curiosity."

Vegeta smiled openly at the request, "If you insist."

"Oh, I do," Freiza narrowed his eyes dangerously at the smiling monkey.

"Get off my planet you gender confused, homosexual fool!"

Instantly he felt a death like grip around his neck. He looked down to see Freiza's tail wrapped around his throat cutting off his air supply. He grimaced in pain, but before he could react he was thrown up against a wall. He fell to the floor. He tried to get up, but was pinned down by one of Freiza's goons. The man punched him in the face, and kicked none too gently in the ribs, earning him a groan of pain.

"You know I hate to see you like this Vegeta, but you just don't seem to learn."

"Go to hell, Freiza!"

He was quickly shutoff by a ki blast to the stomach. He fell limply to the floor, finding it wise not to stand up.

"I will come back, and when I do, Vegeta, will join me. I don't want to have to blow this planet up, do I? I have to feel like I can trust you," the tyrant spoke.

Lechuga's eyes widened, "Lord Freiza, you don't understand!"

He yanked the girl up to meet him face to face, "What is it that I don't understand?"

"The off planet thing! My brother was training. He was being used as an ambassador! It was so he would know how to make decisions like a king!" Lechuga stammered. This creature was giving her a weird smell.

"Is this true, Vegeta?" he raised his eyes slowly to the older man sitting beside him on the dais.

"Why, yes, of course, Lord Freiza. That's what I was trying to explain to you," the King agreed. Freiza frowned in disgust and threw the Saiyan girl towards her brother. She slowly rose wincing from a sprained wrist.

"Well, then make sure I know of your goings on, from now on! I don't want anymore repeats!" He signaled to his goons and left. Oh how I'm going to relish blowing up this planet when the time comes! Soon little monkey prince you will be mine!

Once the tyrant had left the King stood up and dismissed everyone from the room. Once everyone had left the two siblings stood up cautiously and bowed before their father. They were each immediately thrown back up against the opposite wall.

"How dare you both! Now Freiza will be breathing down our throats, wanting knowledge of our entire goings on! Lechuga, I'm disappointed in you! That was the stupidest and possibly most dangerous mistake you have ever made! I don't even have the nerve to call you daughter!" King Vegeta yelled. Lechuga bared her fangs, but inside she was fighting desperately not to cry. Vegeta glanced over at his sister. He knew the signs of braking down and angrily growled at his father.

"I think she possibly saved our asses!" he snapped. The king turned his glare towards his son.

"Saved our asses! The only reason they even needed to be saved was because of you! If you could just control your temper, we wouldn't even have been in this mess! I would revoke your privileges, but because of the war we need you too damn badly! I want you both to realize the danger we are in! I bet you didn't even get the Earthlings agreement?" King Vegeta ranted on.

"As a matter of fact I did! But it's none of your concern!" The prince growled back.

"None of my, none of my concern! Are you mad! Of course it's my concern! You better start learning your place, Vegeta! And curb that attitude, brat! Your sister is starting to become a delinquent, as well!"

"Leave her out of this! She's just a pawn in your scheme for ultimate victory!"

"Of course, she is! I will use anyone, anyhow to beat Freiza!"

They quickly turned their heads to see the doors slam. Vegeta turned to snarl at his father and stalked off to find Lechuga.

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Meanwhile Chi-chi had escorted Bulma down three halls and Bulma was ready to collapse.

"Are we there yet?" Bulma whined. Chi-chi rolled her eyes at the childish phrase.

"Yes, we are there! Goddess, how did anyone put up with you on Earth?" she announced.

"Well, if they didn't they would be killed, tortured, or sent to the dungeon," Bulma calmly answered. The Saiyan quickly turned her head to see the other girl laughing.

"Oh my kami! You actually believed that? What do you take me for, a barbarian? No, I was revered and loved! I was to be the next queen… I guess that's all changed now…" Her spirit slowly began to slip and tears started to appear in her crystal like eyes.

"Oh, well we're here! Ready to see your new home?" Chi-chi spoke changing the subject.

"This is it? This is a wall," Bulma huffed. She flicked a strand of blue hair out of her face and glared at the "wall".

"No, stupid! This is the door. Watch and learn," she grabbed a card out from her boot and swiped it against a light. Instantly the wall began to move away revealing a large spacious room.

"This is my room? Why are there two beds? I don't have to share with some weird Saiyan freak do I?" Bulma began to complain.

"Ugh! No, this is my room, and you're sharing with me!" Chi-chi growled. Bulma looked over at the angry girl and rolled her eyes.

"Geeze you don't have to freak."

She turned her back to Chi-chi and began to inspect the room. Chi-chi narrowed her eyes and began to pretend to choke her from behind her back. Bulma swung around and looked up at Chi-chi. Tears glistened at the edge of her lashes. She ran up and gave Chi-chi a hug.

"Thanks so much, Chi! You've been great!" with that she turned and dove onto the bed sending her pillow up in the air. She caught it and threw it hard at the shocked Saiyan girl. Bulma laughed and threw her second pillow, but this time it missed thanks to the quick reflexes of a Saiyan. Chi-chi caught it and stared at it like it had sprung to life.

"What are you doing? Have you gone mental?"

She was quickly cut off by the fierce battle cry, "ATTACK!"

Bulma immediately whipped a pillow in Chi-Chi's direction, but was hit from behind with her pillow.

"Ah!" she cried. She fell face first towards the bed, but by some dormant second sense she tucked and rolled into a crouch. She sprung up at the same time as Chi-chi, hitting each other with there pillows. This continued for awhile until both fell to the floor exhausted.

Man, for a weak Earthling, she sure ahs potential, Chi-chi thought. She glanced over at the blue-haired girl gasping for breath on the bed.

"Wow that was fun, just like the pillow fights back home…" Bulma sighed. She rolled over onto her stomach and peeked over the edge at Chi-chi.

"A pillow fight? Is that what you Earthlings call it?"

"Yeah, haven't you ever had a pillow fight?"

"No."

"Man, must be some pretty boring sleepovers…"

"Sleepovers?"

"You can't be serious! You've never had a sleepover!" Bulma cried. She laughed at the curious look on Chi-chi's face.

"No, what's a sleepover?" she asked.

"It's when your friends come over and spend the night at your house, or room, and you stay up and talk, do pillow fights, paint nails, do hair, eat crazy food!"

"No, we don't have that. We are sent to training when we reach age 3. We don't have time for frivolous things like sleepovers," Chi-chi explained.

"Wow! You were deprived as a kid!" Bulma laughed. She grabbed an extra pillow on the floor and threw it up onto the bed. Chi-chi did the same and lay down.

"What time do we have to wake up?" Bulma yawned.

"Early! Around 500 hours. The alarm will get you up. It's loud," with that she kicked off her boots and pulled the covers over her body.

Bulma peered over at the resting Saiyan, "Hey um do you know where I can take a bath?"

Her only answer was soft breathing coming from the sleeping Saiyan.

"Great, I smell! I don't know where anything is, and I'm on a planet with a bunch of barbarians! How could my life get any worse!" she sighed and lay down on the pillow. Now she was wide awake!

"Well, as long as I come back in time, I'm sure Chi wouldn't mind if I went off exploring!"

Bulma got up and went over to the dresser. There a clock looking object read 2400 hours. She sighed and grabbed the key like object Ch-chi had used earlier. She crossed the room and snuck out, hoping the door hadn't woken Chi-chi. She looked around noticing that some of the floor tiles were lit up. Figuring that was a good place to start as any, she followed them down each hallway. A little while later she decided to go back, but turning around she found she was completely lost! There were so many different lit up tiles coming form so many different halls that she was completely confused. She tried to remember which way was right that she got herself even more lost!

"Great! Just my damn luck!" she exclaimed. She was about to say something else when she noticed she had some upon two large doors. "Well, maybe the people in there will know how to get back! Man, maybe I should have waited for Chi-chi to show me around!"

She went up to rap on the door when she heard shouting coming from inside. It sounded dangerous and figured she was safer roaming the halls than going inside she walked away. Before she could leave the hall completely the doors burst open and a girl ran out. She slammed the doors behind her and leaned up against the door. She started to sniff, as if to keep back a flow of tears, but losing the battle.

Bulma was stuck if she moved she knew she would be caught, and she knew from experience Saiyans do not like to be caught showing any time emotion, especially those they deem weak. She wanted to move, but the girl looked so pitiful. She only looked to be a few years older than herself, not that old at all. She was about to make her move when the girl looked up and saw her.

"What are you doing here? This area is for elites and royalty only! The penalty for being here is death!" the girl hissed. Bulma paled slightly and took a few steps back.

"Excuse me, but I am not a slave!" Bulma yelled. The girl frowned and looked back at the door.

"Hush it or else, no matter who you say you are, you will be killed, or worse!" the Saiyan demanded.

"Oh really, and what could be worse than death?" Bulma questioned.

The other girl only smirked, "Have you ever heard of the famous Saiyan harem?"

Bulma gasped, but was cut off by a hand to her mouth. The girl had somehow appeared behind her. She looked fearfully at the doors and pulled Bulma with her down a hall. Bulma glanced back and saw the doors open once more. It was a man who walked out this time and he looked pissed!

Quietly the two girls ran along the halls until they reached two different large doors. The other girl took out a card and swiped it between, in the crack. The doors groaned softly and opened. The girl glanced around and threw Bulma inside. She shut the doors quickly. Bulma looked around her at all the fine furnishings. It reminded her of home.

"Now you will tell who and what you are! Why are you even here?" the other girl commanded. Bulma lifted a dainty eyebrow and smirked.

"Now why would I tell you?" she asked. The Saiyan grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a wall.

"Because otherwise I will kill you!" she laughed.

"I'm not going to tell you anything!" Bulma gasped. The tight grip on her throat was starting to have an affect. Her face slowly started to match her hair color.

"Tell me or else you'll die!"

"Then… gasp I'll… I'll d-die!"

"Ugh! You're no fun," the Saiyan girl then threw Bulma onto the bed. Bulma just laid there trying to refill her deprived lungs with precious air." Seriously why are you here? We haven't asked for a new shipment of slaves yet, and you say you're not a slave. So what are you, and you better not lie. I'm trained to tell a lie from a truth."

Bulma raised her head slowly to look at the girl. She seemed familiar, but then all Saiyans to her looked alike.

"You look like… that girl with Vegeta," Bulma huffed.

"That's because idiot, I am the girl with Vegeta! You should not be talking about him that way! He's your ruler! You must address him as such!" the other girl commanded.

"He's not my ruler! I am not a Saiyan! I'm an Earthling!" she immediately regretted her bold words and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Oh, so you're the ambassador from Earth! You're kind of scrawny," the Saiyan reflected.

"I am not scrawny! I am just how Earthlings are built!" Bulma screeched. "Now how would know about that!"

"I'm the princess I know everything that goes on in this empire."

"Then you'd know that your brother is a complete jerk!" she yelled. Bulma stomped over to a window and looked out. She tried to hold back the curses that were just begging to come out, but she didn't want to put her life in anymore danger than it already was.

"So you think my brother is a jerk do you? You know that's treason; punishable by death," the princess laughed. Bulma turned around and frowned.

"I don't care! He is and there's nothing you can say that could change my mind!" Bulma declared.

"Well, don't you have guts, little one? Not many people are brave enough to say that. Especially in the audience of me. I'm very protective of my older brother, and am the third strongest on the planet," she explained. She smirked at the other girls fear.

"I don't care! I'd say it to his face!"

The Princess glanced behind Bulma and laughed, "Really? And how would it go?"

Ignoring the look of mirth on the princess's face she barged on, "I would say, 'Vegeta you are the most aggravating, annoying, pompous jerk I have ever met!'"

"Would you now?" answered a ruff voice. Bulma swung around to come face to face with the "pompous jerk".

"Vegeta!"

"I did not realize this is how you saw me. You know that's treasonous thoughts; punishable by death," he smirked. He could smell her fear radiating off of her.

"Yes, I know! Kami, I've been told like twenty times already! But I don't care! You took me off my planet and are treating me like a slave! Some kind of servant! I will let you know, I am Lady Bulma Briefs! Best friend and mentor to the future ruler and I will notbe treated this way!"

Vegeta growled and slowly walked up to girl trembling in anger, "You will do and be what ever I say you will! You are here as a slave for a year and I will treat you as such! You are no longer a lady here, woman! So you better get used to it! Now go fix me some food!"

"Go fix it yourself you arrogant bastard!"

"Why how dare you!"

"How dare you steal me away!"

"It was for an alliance with your people! Your people are not trusted!"

"Well now we'll never work for you! If you had come nicely you wouldn't have had to take anyone!"

"Are you saying my ways are inadequate?"

"I'm saying a lot of things about you are inadequate!" Bulma smirked and glanced down.

"Why you-"

"Brother, Lady Bulma! Stop it both of you!" The princess yelled. Vegeta huffed and folded his arms over his chest. Bulma did the same, but finished with her tongue being stuck out at Vegeta. He visibly flinched as if he had wanted to do the same, but had too much pride. "Now I'm sick of the yelling! Bulma, you will be my personal servant. I don't need much done and as an act of good faith you can be Vegeta's as well."

Both stood there shocked at the smirking princess. Vegeta was the first to recover, I don't think so! I will not have some ugly creature waiting me! That's completely disgusting!"

"I'm not working for him! He's a complete jerk! He'd probably ask me to like massage his feet or something gross like that!"

"Thanks for giving me the idea!" he laughed.

"Why you!"

"Enough! I have heard enough! Now both of you shut up! Vegeta, go to your room. I don't want to speak to you again! Bulma I will send a servant to go take you back to your room, now I want some sleep!" The princess declared.

Vegeta huffed out sending dark looks back at Bulma. Bulma just humphed and turned away.

"Now that he's gone, I would really like to get to know you, Bulma. Come to my room tomorrow at 1200hours. I will be awake by then and done training. You have spunk not something a lot of people have around here. Not with Vegeta running around," she spoke. With a wave of her hand a servant appeared and took Bulma out. She glanced back at the closing doors and smiled. Well maybe it wouldn't be so bad around here.

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hey sorry I made yall wait so long for the next chapter! I hope this is a good chapter and makes up for the sorry excuse for a chapter last time! LOL so plz review for me so I know how it went! Thanx!

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