A/N: Okay, not much to say, except maybe thanks a lot for the reviews you guys left for me! I'm glad that you haven't abandoned this story, yet… Also many thanks at Chunks for proofreading the last and also this chapter again!
But now, have fun with this chapter and please don't kill me at the end of it!
Chapter 26: … the Storm
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Almost one week had passed since she'd woken up on that ship – the Kintoun. Of all ships she could have woken up on, it had to be the one of the famous sailor Son Goku. Rumors and tales about him had even reached her people in the forest, causing the Jinzoningen to always be careful with their 'errands' when he was on their island and although they knew that stories were mostly just that – stories, they held a certain respect for this man and his crew.
And this was not unfounded as she'd found out in the last days, when she was told about Son Goku's heritage. At least now the secret concerning his unbelievable strength had been revealed. It was just impossible for a normal human being to be that strong and it had always her made her wonder, when she'd heard stories about him, how he, one of this normally pitiful and pathetic race, could achieve this kind of popularity and could cause this kind of fear in the hearts of pirates and other evildoers. Not even his grandfather, the also legendary Son Gohan, had been able to do that during his days as sailor.
But this should not have been the only surprise for her. Her mind still refused to believe what they'd also told her – Cell was dead. A small boy of not even six years had been able to defeat and slay the very monster that had terrorized her and her brother's life and had taken her brother from her. She had just gotten the short version of how it happened as well as probably every other crew member except of the boy's parents and maybe also the Namek, since it seemed that he was pretty close to the boy. But she was sure that the fight hadn't been pretty.
She had never been a person of many emotions, but she had always been good at observing people and observing was what she now mostly did during her time on that ship. She had noticed something in the boy's eyes, every time someone again started to talk about the battle and about how he 'turned golden', like they called this strange transformation. In those haunted eyes she saw fear, fear of something that she could just guess – she thought she had heard this small bald sailor, Krillin, and Son Goku talk about the boy having lost control during the fight against Cell that had almost cost them their lives – and she missed something in those eyes. It seemed that in the last fight a large part of the boy's innocence had been shattered. He was just a kid after all and even though she had grown up in an environment of desolation and had to learn the hard way what it took to survive, or maybe even exactly because of that she found it easier to sympathize with him. The boy had blood on his hands and though Cell had just gotten what he deserved, the boy had still killed him, him and Gero, the old shaman of their tribe – ruthlessly as she had heard.
Though it had somehow sunk in now that the boy possessed a power great enough to destroy a monster like Cell, it was still a riddle and mystery how, and more importantly, why a transformation like this had taken place and what it meant. Two days ago Son Goku had started to train his son to find out what it took for him to transform and to help him control it – it seemed to her as if the sailor seemed to know more about this transformation than he let on - , after much protest from the boy's mother. It was quite understandable that she didn't want him to train, but it was also understandable that the boy had to learn how to control this power. But until now he hadn't succeeded once to turn golden.
So, on her sixth day on that ship, Juuhachigou sat on a trunk on deck of the Kintoun, enjoying the sun on her face and the pleasant breeze of the salty wind in her hair and watched the happenings around her. ChiChi, who had somehow made it her responsibility to make sure that she did not feel like something was missing and try to engage her in a conversation, was most likely again in the galley with the small one called Chao-Zu to prepare lunch. Most of the men on board were quite relaxed, the smaller Namek just sat on a barrel at the bow of the ship and watched the sea, while the other Namek sat near him and meditated. Son Goku was again training with his son, the ones known as Yamcha and Tenshinhan were standing at the helm, talking and the one known as Krillin was on the lookout.
Krillin…just another mystery for her. He was the one who took her on this ship. He could have just left her lying in the clearing for her people to find her, but he did not. She had asked him why a few days ago, but he had just shrugged, saying that it was not in his nature to let a girl like her, all defenseless and all, lying in the forest for animals to find her and maybe kill her. A blush had crept on his face while saying this and he had quickly excused himself and left her. She had noticed that he did that a lot — blushing, and this just when he was looking at her or the other way around. Like already said, she was not that big with emotions and this whole situation was alien to her and she did not know how to deal with it. So as only the logical response to this she started to stay out of his way as well as possible, a hard task since she couldn't leave the ship and the next haven was the one of Frieza's island, and tried to oppress the fact that she might start to like him just a bit.
An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, when another cool breeze reached her, letting her blond hair fly and goose bumps appear on her arm. She looked at the sky and a frown was formed on her face. It was still blue and clear but far away at the horizon she was able to see a dark line. Son Goku seemed to have noticed it, too, for he momentarily stopped the small sparring match and turned to look into the same direction. "A storm is coming up," she mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else.
"You think so?"
Juuhachigou's head jerked up and her eyes met with ChiChi's. She had not even noticed that the woman had appeared next to her; she had been that engaged in her thoughts. She nodded lightly and turned her eyes back to the horizon. "I'm never wrong. I've grown up in this region of the seas and storms aren't that unusual at this time of the year. I can't exactly say how strong it will be, but I can promise you one thing: you'll be lucky if you catch some sleep tonight."
Son Goku did not like the looks of this. He had heard what Juuhachigou had said to ChiChi and he feared that the Jinzoningen was right. He and his crew had been in many storms with the Kintoun, but never before in one of this region. Sailors all over the seven seas feared those storms, for they were known to be unpredictable. He would have to start taking the necessary precautions soon, after telling his crew about the upcoming danger, so that they would get out of the storm without too much damage. He frowned thoughtfully. The storm was the last thing he needed right now. The next morning they would have arrived at Frieza's island maybe before sunrise and now he did not know how much delay this storm would bring. He really hoped that luck would be on his side and would see them through unscathed.
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He muttered a string of curses under his breath, once he had taken a look at what Radditz had called him up for. A black cover of clouds loomed threateningly miles in front of them. A low rumble rolled in the distance and they could already see the flashes of lightning. There was no way they could sail around this storm and turning around was out of the question since Kakarotto was close at their heels and the storm would have caught up with them anyway.
"Nappa! Get at the helm and try to bring us through the storm!" he commanded. "And the rest of you is going to fast everything that is somehow loose. I don't want to lose any precious freight. Understand?"
The members of his crew muttered 'yes captain's and 'aye sir's, while Vegeta was going again below deck. He knew just how deadly those storms could be and how many ships were lying on the bottom of the sea along with their brave captains. And he did not want to be one of them.
He stopped in front of his door and took out his keys, unlocking it. The woman was already waiting for him, standing next to the table with her arms crossed over her chest. Not for the first time that day he noticed that though the bruise on her face had faded a bit, it was still clearly visible and would be so for another week or so. He threw his pistol and saber, which he always put on when he went on deck, on the table, causing her to flinch. "Well, what did he want?" she eventually demanded to know.
"We're heading right into a storm," he informed her curtly.
Her arms dropped at her sides and her mouth opened and closed a few times, before she managed to choke out, "A-a storm?"
"Yes a storm – wind, rain, thunder, lightning… The usual. But don't worry, it's probably nothing," he lied. The last thing he needed was a woman that would destroy his eardrums with her wails. He didn't even dare to think about further reasons of why he didn't want her to be worried and scared. For him neither the first nor the second kiss had ever happened and he wanted it to stay that way. No more expressions of any possible attractions to that woman, if avoidable. "My most capable helmsman is seeing us through."
"Are you sure?" she asked, still not completely convinced. She, too, tried to oppress the attraction she felt towards him. She, Lady Bulma, heiress of her father's country, and he, Vegeta, Prince of the Saiyajin and ruthless pirate? Not likely going to happen. First of all would no one approve of an 'alliance' between them and second she wasn't even sure if Vegeta harbored any feelings for her. It was just a kiss, wasn't it? Okay, two kisses, but nothing that could or would indicate some kind of true attraction, right?
"Nappa's brain might just be as large as a walnut, but he has seen us through worse storms." It was like a pang at his heart, when he saw her wince upon mentioning this name. "I'll get something to eat. You want something?" he asked, quickly trying to change the subject. She nodded numbly and he left the cabin, locking it again behind him.
Bulma sunk down on a chair, her face being as white as chalk. It was not the mentioning of Nappa that had shocked her, it was the information that they would be getting into a storm that made her feel all queasy. It wasn't that she was afraid of storms; she actually found it nice to look out of her window back at her father's palace, while it was storming outside. But she wasn't at her father's palace in the security of her rooms – she was on a ship in the middle of the sea. But maybe, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, just like Vegeta had said. Maybe this storm would be over before she even noticed that it was there.
But somewhere, deep down in the pit of her stomach, she knew that it wouldn't be so, that this storm would be one of the worst that she had ever seen, even back at home.
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ChiChi was worried, deeply, truly worried. Shortly after Juuhachigou had informed her about the upcoming storm, Goku had called in a small conference, where he told his crew about it. Then everything went in a hurry. The men went back on deck to prepare. The sails were struck, loose objects were tied at the rail or masts, and the helm was firmly fixed so it would not get out of control. The wind started to get stronger and sky was already covered with dark clouds. Soon the first rain began to fall.
Goku then had told her, Gohan, Dende and Juuhachigou to go below deck and there she was now, waiting for the storm to pass. They had agreed to go into the common room, since there was a small stove to warm the room. Gohan and Dende were off in one corner of the room playing and she nervously fidgeted with her hands, while Juuhachigou seemed to be completely calm.
The whole ship was already rocking harder than before, making the dishes in the cupboards rattle and the unused chairs sliding a bit over the floor. "Aren't you scared?" she finally asked her female companion.
"I am," she answered at length, with the same calm she already displayed. "I know those storms. They often leave fields of destruction behind and many sailors have found death at their hands. But I trust your husband's and his crew's abilities to find a safe way to bring us to Frieza's island."
ChiChi smiled at those words that were meant as comfort, but still she couldn't shake off this gnawing feeling that something was about to happen this night. She tried to relax a bit, though she found it quite difficult with the squeaking noise of the planks that held this ship together, the howling of the wind and the thunder rolling over them. Her Goku would be able to master this storm. He would never allow anything to happen to one of them. Never.
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The waves hit high against the ship's bow, making the water run over the deck. The planks were already extremely slippery and he feared that there was also already a good bit of water in the cargo hold. If someone had watched the ship from distance, he could have seen the fight against the raging see, how it lunged through the waves… The storm was already as strong as Vegeta had thought it would become, though they were sailing around the heart of the storm. He, as well as everyone else on deck, was already completely drenched. The rain just kept pouring and this, added to the almost complete darkness the clouds were bringing, made it hard, even for him, to see anything that was further away than about ten feet. The only times when he was able to see further was when a lightning lit up the sky.
But despite those factors the ship and his crew seemed to fare well. There were just minor damages and Nappa stood at the helm like a stone wall, defying storm, rain and waves. A small smirk crept on his face. Now he was kind of glad that he had not killed him after what he had done to the woman. The smirk disappeared again. The last whole hours he had spent on deck, his mind had kept on wandering to the woman in his cabin. She hadn't said anything when they had lunch and she also had barely touched her food.
A low growl, which was impossible to be heard by anyone who was standing near him and even himself due to the roaring waves around him, escaped his throat. Why did he care if the woman did not talk nor touch her food anyway? If she wanted to starve herself to death he would not stop her and the lack of talking would just spare his ears.
Still this small voice in his head would not cease telling him that something obviously was not right. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate hard enough to get rid of this small taunting voice. But he didn't get the desired effect. Instead he saw her again lying on that floor in her cabin and he immediately felt the furious anger that he had so successfully oppressed all those last days return at full force. He took deep breaths (fortunately the members of his crew seemed to be too occupied to notice the inner turmoil their captain was going through at that moment), and pushed those pictures away.
'Later,' he told himself. Later he would kill Nappa, as soon as everything was over. And as soon as everything was over he would also finally be rid of the woman. Then he would never again have to listen to her incessant rambling, never again have to argue with her, never again see the spark in her eyes, the courage that would let her stand up to a man that could end her life within a matter of seconds, never again see her with that anger-flushed face, never again feel her soft skin under his fingers, never again feel her full and soft lips on his…
A flash of lightning followed by a deafening thunder peal pulled him out of these thoughts and he opened his eyes. He noticed that his breath had quickened and that his heart had started to beat harder against his chest. What was this feeling? In spite of the chilling breeze and cold rain he felt warm, whenever he started to think about the woman. He didn't want to care for her, but still he couldn't keep himself from doing so. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Vegeta? Are you okay?" he suddenly heard Radditz shouting. He almost didn't hear it over the noises of the storm.
"Mind your own business and help Nappa to bring this ship through the storm!" He snorted and turned around, going again below deck. He wanted to get some sleep, if he could get some with this storm, so that he would be of full strength if the storm took longer than he thought, or once they reached Frieza's island.
Radditz watched his 'fleeing' captain disappear below deck with a content smirk on his face. 'Yes,' he thought. 'Tonight is the night. The fall of the mighty Vegeta is now just a matter of hours.' He had already informed the crew earlier that afternoon that the storm would give them the perfect opportunity to revolt against their captain. He would be too occupied with the storm and his personal 'problems' that he wouldn't even notice that something was going on.
Obeying his 'captain's' command, Radditz went up to Nappa, who was holding the helm in his large strong hands. "In two hours," he told him, "I'll be the new captain of this ship."
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When Vegeta came into his cabin he had somehow expected to see the woman again standing in front of him to demand what was going on. Instead he found her huddled in a corner of the bed at the wall with the blanket tightly clutched against her chest, though her face lit up ever so lightly, when she saw him. "What is it, woman? Scared of this small storm?"
Not wanting to admit that she indeed was scared shitless of this 'small storm', she jumped out of the bed and walked up to him with a fierce expression on her face. She stopped inches in front of him, trying to keep her balance as well as she was able to, for the ship was rocking violently from one side to another – it was a wonder that she wasn't seasick yet – and put her hands on her hips. "Me? Scared? Nev…"
Before she could finish her short speech, a glaring lightning lit the cabin through the window and a thunder rolled over them with a threatening growl. With a shriek she did the first thing that came into her mind and threw her arms around Vegeta's neck, burying her face in the wet, but soft fabric of his shirt. Vegeta's whole body stiffened at the contact, not knowing how to react. A huge lump appeared in his throat and his heartbeat fastened upon feeling the woman pressed like this against him. And if this wasn't already enough, he also felt other regions of his body reacting to the touch. "Woman," he growled low in his throat, getting Bulma's attention.
Just now noticing what exactly she was doing and blushing furiously, she quickly let go of him but didn't think as far as taking one step back to enlarge the space between them. She lowered her head, mumbling a quiet, "Sorry."
As none of them moved, she carefully raised her head again, just to find his black eyes resting on her, his head being bowed. The distance between their faces was just merely inches and she could feel his hot breath on her face, as she looked up into his eyes. Her own heart started to beat faster. There was an incredible heat radiating from him – she could still feel it though they didn't touch at all. With her eyes locked with his she completely forgot the surroundings, the storm, the rocking of the ship, everything. It was just him and her and no one else. Not consciously being aware of what she was doing, being enthralled by the moment being, she slowly raised her hand up to his chest, letting it linger where his heart was beating. Her eyes rested on this place. It seemed to beat just as quickly as hers. Her hand traveled further over his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it.
Vegeta was barely aware of what was going on. He could just stare at her, into her blue eyes. When she turned her eyes away from him, he was just able to follow her movements with his own eyes. He just let her do whatever she was doing. He could barely restrain a hiss, when her surprisingly cool hand connected with his paradoxically warm body. This sharp intake of breath let her face turn to him again. "Vegeta…"
With this quiet whisper of his name she broke down every resolve he possessed that was concerning her. He longingly, but still carefully enough so that he wouldn't hurt her, put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Bulma's hand, which had been lying on his bare chest, was now entangled in his wild black mane, pulling him even closer. This kiss was nothing like the first or the second. If the second had been intense, then Bulma knew no words to describe this. It seemed as if a lightning had hit both of them and its energy was now running through their bodies.
They first broke apart, when they were in desperate need for air, but still did not let go of each other. Bulma's face was completely flushed and even the one of Vegeta was tinted slightly red. For a short moment Bulma was afraid that Vegeta would react like he had reacted the last time, but just a few seconds later he lowered his head again and pressed his lips on hers, but most of the burning passion was now replaced with a gentleness that she hadn't known before of him. His lips slowly wandered down her neck to her collarbone up to her earlobe. "Oh god, I want you… Bulma."
Surprised by hearing her name being said with his voice, she turned her head to look at him. An expression that somehow resembled hurt was now to be seen in his eyes, while the rest of his face remained impassive. He did not do anything, obviously waiting for her to say something. A light smile spread on her face as she put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to kiss him again. "I want you, too, my prince."
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Rain and cold wind whipped against his face, while he tried his best to get a look at how things were going. They seemed to be in the middle of the storm and until now nothing really bad had happened. But the rain was still as strong as before and it was hard to hear anything over the noise of the sea and wind. He fought his way up to the helm, where Tenshinhan was standing, to see if everything was okay.
Suddenly a lightning came down and hit one of the masts, making the upper half of it come crashing down. "Tenshinhan!" he yelled and just managed to push his friend out of the way, before the mast could hit him. He looked up again and saw that this part of the mast was sticking in the ceiling to the common room. "ChiChi…" he mumbled and ran around the mast, down the stairs to the door. He swung the door open and ran to the common room, where the four occupants were lying on the floor, covering their heads with their arms. "You have to get out of here! It's too dangerous for you inside!" Juuhachigou nodded and helped ChiChi out, while he went to the boys, picking them up. He sat them down in the middle of the deck at the main mast, where the two women joined them. "You stay here, okay? It's just a matter of time before the storm is over." They all nodded, though they were already completely drenched. With a comforting grin on his face he got up again and prepared to go to help the others.
Unfortunately no one took any notice of the fact that the rope that was holding the helm still was damaged until it tore completely. The ship made a rough jolt to one side, causing the rope that was holding one crossbeam of the sails to tear as well. Krillin just managed to duck, before this beam could hit him in the head and looked up in shock, when through another jolt of the ship this beam swung to the other side.
"Goku!" he screamed, but too late. The moment the sailor turned his head to his friend, the beam struck him. A blood curling scream was to be heard over the other noises all over the ship and the next second Son Goku was gone, swallowed by the wild sea.
"Goku!" ChiChi cried, stumbling over to the rail, but she couldn't see anything but rain and the black sea. "Goku!"
"Dad!" Gohan yelled, unable to move just an inch.
Krillin ran up to her and pulled her back rather roughly, while Yamcha and Chao-Zu were fastening the beam again and Tenshinhan and Piccolo were fighting to keep the helm under control. He watched with worry how the woman broke down, she and her son hugging tightly. He blinked back one of his own tears and turned to the others. Their eyes met and they nodded at each other in a silent agreement. Son Goku was gone. It was impossible for someone who had gone over the rail to survive in a storm like this, but no matter how hard it would be, there was no time for grieving for their friend as long as they still were in the middle of it.
But for ChiChi it was as if the world came crashing down on her. She loved this man with all of her heart and she wanted so desperately to start a family with him, but now she would never have it nor know if it were possible from his side – if he would have been able to stay with her though he was a Saiyajin. Whatever his decision might have been, he had taken it with him into his watery grave.
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A loud knock on the door woke Vegeta up. He and Bulma were lying in his bed, wrapped in each others arms. Scowling he sat up. "What is it?"
"Radditz asks for you. He wants you to come on deck," a voice told him.
Muttering some curses he sat up and grudgingly got dressed. He noticed that the sea had become calmer again and that the thunder and lightning were gone, but it was still raining and the waves were still high enough to make one uncomfortable. Sleepily, Bulma also sat up, covering her upper body with the blanket for no apparent reason. It wasn't as if Vegeta hadn't seen all of her already. "Where are you going?"
"Those idiots called my crew are obviously having problems. Don't leave the room. I'll be back as soon as I can," he told her, when he headed out of the door.
Sighing, Bulma lay again down and she couldn't keep the smile from spreading all over her face. She just had spent a wonderful night, well, about one wonderful hour, with a wonderful man. She thought that for the first time in her life, she really was in love. And though Vegeta hadn't told her, she noticed it in the way he had been looking at her, holding her. It seemed that she finally found her Prince Charming, though he was a pirate, robber, killer… She didn't care. She knew that people could change and she knew that Vegeta was one of them.
It wasn't until shortly after that the door to the cabin was opened again. Smiling, she sat up again. "Hey Vegeta, back alr—" She stopped, when she saw the barrel of a pistol directed at her. "What is going on?" she asked, not being able to hide the fear in her voice.
"Get dressed and don't scream, or you'll regret it," the pirate told her.
Scared of her life and wondering where Vegeta was, she got out of the bed, the blanket tightly wrapped around her body and went over to Vegeta's desk, where her clothes lay, well aware of the eyes of the pirate roaming her body. "Really," she stated, trying to buy enough time until Vegeta got back. "Is it so hard to turn around, when a woman gets dressed? Don't worry, I won't escape. You're blocking the door after all."
Snorting the man spit on the floor but turned around nonetheless, giving her the privacy that she demanded. With a small smirk on her face, Bulma put on her underwear and then carefully and silently opened the middle drawer of the desk, taking out a small bag. It was one of two bags that he had hidden in his cabin. She didn't know exactly why, but she had a feeling that the content of this small bag could still be of use later, so she tightly fastened it with a long cord around her waist, so that it was still dangling a bit down, but would not get lost, no matter how hard the strains put on it would be. While doing this, she kept on glancing to the pirate to make sure that he wouldn't turn around. After having put on her dress, she noticed with satisfaction that the small bag could not be seen under her skirt.
"We can go now," she told the pirate.
With a grunt he motioned with his pistol to the door. "You go first."
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"What do you want?" Vegeta asked angrily. "Is there a problem?" Somehow he had a bad feeling about this. Just few of his men were still doing something. The rest were just standing behind Radditz and Nappa, who were standing a few feet in front of him.
"Oh yes, Vegeta, there is a problem, Radditz told him, smirking. "You are the problem."
"What are you talking about, Radditz? And you," he said, directed at his other men, "why aren't you doing anything? You're not paid for being lazy!"
"They won't obey you anymore, Vegeta. You won't be the captain of this ship anymore. From now on, the men will only listen to me and my commands."
A short laugh escaped Vegeta's throat. "What's this? A revolt? Radditz, you know as well as I do that those men are too scared to stand up against me. They would never dare to attack me nor would they succeed, if they dared. They have all seen what happened to Nappa, as he disobeyed my orders."
"Well, you might be right with some things, but I still have a plan," Radditz said smugly. "You know, I know someone who is quite keen on meeting the woman and maybe make her his new toy. He doesn't like it that you plan to keep the treasures that you found on this journey. I think you remember well the oath we took so many years ago. Everything that we bring home from our journey is just for him and we'll get paid for it." He watched with a fulfilling contentment how Vegeta's hands clenched into his fists and how his body slowly started to shake with anger. "He wrote me that he doesn't like at all that you keep on doing things behind his back, so he asked me to take care of it."
Vegeta watched how Radditz nodded to a pirate standing close to the door, who opened it then. The woman was walking through it on deck with her arms crossed over her chest, followed by another one of his men, who was holding a pistol at her back. "What are you planning to do now, kill her?"
The long haired Saiyajin shrugged. "Maybe, Frieza wants her alive, but it depends on your decision. Either you admit defeat and we let the woman live to the Lord's pleasure or you're stubborn and the woman will go overboard." He waved at the pirate who had brought Bulma outside, his sign for leading her to a plank that was going over the rail. "So, Vegeta, will you give up?"
Bulma threw a helpless look at Vegeta, as the pirate forced her to climb up the plank and walk to its end. She refused to look down, for she already knew what she would see. Dark wild water, ready to devour her. Everything seemed so unrealistic. Just minutes ago she had been lying in the arms of the man she loved and now she was standing here in the cold rain, awaiting her final judgment – death or life. Vegeta's eyes met hers and she almost begged him to save her, to surrender for once in his life.
But all of her hopes came crashing down, when the prince crossed his arms over his chest and stated with a calm voice, "No."
"I somehow expected this answer. You've never been one to give up. Your pride is far too great for your own good, Vegeta. Now watch, as the woman dies."
Vegeta kept his eyes on his opponent, hearing the sounds of struggling and the woman's ranting, cursing and screaming. And then, after one desperate "Vegeta!" everything was silent, except of the sound of rain and splashing water.
Radditz turned to face him and suddenly, almost faster than for the eyes to see, Vegeta embedded a fist in the larger Saiyajin's abdomen. Radditz fell down on his knees, choking for air. No one dared to move around him, as Vegeta glowered down at him. Radditz looked up, fury written all over his face.
"You still lose," Vegeta simply told him, before he dashed to the rail and, without looking back, dove into the high waves, leaving behind what once had been his crew in a state of shock and utter surprise.
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Wow, I think that is the first time that I actually got close to 6.000 words in this story… Well, better than splitting it into two chapters and letting you wait even longer for the outcome of the revolt on the ship… I hope you liked this chapter, though I left you again with a cliffhanger….
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