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Chapter 6: Is he my father?
"I don't know who you are, sir," Bulma started. "But I suggest you drop your little act. My husband has been dead for five years now."
Silently, she was impressed that her voice stayed calm and even. She even held his intense glare for several long seconds that is until he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Bulma stepped back from the saiyan in front of her. She didn't find this situation humorous at all. Was he insane?
Vegeta stopped laughing, shaking his head slowly side to side. "I know I look like shit, girl, but I couldn't have changed in appearance that much over five years."
"You are an imposter, sir, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave this planet," she announced.
"I don't think so, Marron. What's wrong? These people don't know what you did to me? That I've suffered for five years in Freeza's dungeons because you couldn't keep your legs closed? Is that why you're playing games with me now?" He leaned toward her, despite the six men holding him back.
Bulma glared hatefully at him for his cruel remarks toward her deceased sister and smacked him forcefully across the face, snapping his head to the side. The prince turned his face back to her slowly. His dark eyes were burning into hers, and Bulma knew if he could get out her guards' hold, she would be dead right now.
"I might not have changed," he spoke with no emotion at all. "But you certainly have. You never would have had the guts to do that to me five years ago," he commented.
"How would you know what I was like," she hissed back. "You're not my husband!"
Vegeta let out a string of curses in his native tongue. What was wrong with her? Why was she playing this game with him? She should be kissing his royal ass, not denying his identity. Wasn't she afraid for her life? Didn't she know she was as good as dead when he regained his strength? The woman before him seemed quite different than the conniving, coward of a girl he remembered. She couldn't have changed that much. He sniffed the air slightly, picking up the scent of someone he wasn't expecting and never would have thought of.
'Kakkarot! So, that must have been the other one she was screwing around with,' he thought angrily. 'No wonder Marron refused to tell Akira the name of her other lover.' He was just about to confront her about this, when he heard someone enter the room.
"Princess!"
Goku stopped dead in his tracks as he walked to Bulma's side. He simply stared at the prince with a shocked look on his face. The two saiyan men were far too busy in their staring contest to notice Bulma's face turn white. She backed away from them, her breathing coming in short, labored gasps. She saw the look in Goku's eyes. This was Vegeta standing in front of her. Her head screamed for her to run and hide, so that's exactly what she did.
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Goku blinked after several minutes. He sent the guards an angry glare. "Let him go, now!"
The men did as he commanded, and Vegeta moved forward 'til he was standing within an inch of Goku. He breathed in through his nose and scowled. "Chichi?"
"What about her?" Goku asked, but he realized soon after what Vegeta had meant. "I was your friend, Vegeta. I would never touch your wife."
"Ah yes. You're so loyal to the saiyan throne," he mocked. "Is that why you helped her escape my father's wrath?"
"Believe it or not, that is exactly why I did it, Vegeta. She was pregnant with your child."
"I see no child," Vegeta countered.
"He's playing with my sons in the outer courtyard."
The saiyan prince suddenly noticed that his wife was no longer there. He glanced around frantically. "Where is she? Where'd she go?"
'Oh, goddess,' Goku groaned mentally. 'Bulma is probably freaked out of her mind. Shit! She's going to do something stupid, I just know it!' He turned to the men and started issuing orders. "You three go find Lady June and Chichi." He turned to the other three. "You split up and find Princess Marron and Prince Trunks. Bring them back here and don't let them leave!"
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The only thought in Bulma's mind was to find Trunks and then find a ship. She had to get out of there. She couldn't stand the thought of what that man might do to her. She ran through the gardens toward the three boys that were laughing and playing in the mud. Trunks looked up and waved at her with a huge smile on his face. Bulma ran right to him, picking him up, hugging him close, and looking around nervously.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, sweetie." She couldn't tell him the truth just yet. "We're going to play a game for a while."
Trunks' eyes lit up. "Really?! What game?"
Bulma turned to Gohan and Goten. "You guys go get your mother and see if she wants to play as well."
They both jumped up and ran toward the small castle to find Chichi, leaving Bulma alone with Trunks. "Let's go," she said.
"But, mother. Gohan and Goten aren't back yet."
"We're playing a prank on them."
The lavender haired boy gave her a suspicious look. "You never play pranks on anyone. What's going on?"
"I don't have time for this, Trunks. We need to get out of her now." She put him on the ground and took his hand. "Come on!"
They made it to the forest on the outskirts of the lands she controlled. Trunks followed his mother as she weaved in and out of the trees. The little boy was too busy trying to figure out why they were running away from their home than paying attention to his feet. He stumbled forward and hit his knee against a sharp rock.
Bulma heard something behind her and a stopped. "Trunks, are you alright?"
"No." He sounded like he was about to cry.
She ran back to him and knelt beside him. "Goddess, you're bleeding," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
"I'll be okay," he told her. Standing up, he brushed off his pants and shirt. "Why are we running? I don't understand."
"Trunks, I," she looked into his blue eyes and started to cry. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you right now. I need you to follow me, though. There's a ship in these woods, and if we can just get there before we're caught everything will be okay!"
"I guess," he replied after a while.
She smiled at him and stood up. "Let's go then."
Bulma turned, running right into her worst nightmare. Vegeta reached out quickly, grabbing her by the back of the neck before she could move away from him. "And just where do you think you're taking my son?"
Trunks lunged at Vegeta and kicked him as hard as he could in the shin. "Let go of my mother, you big jerk!" He started punching Vegeta repeatedly in the thigh. "How dare you say you're my father! He's dead, and if you were him, you would never hurt my mother," the boy raged on and on.
"Cease," Vegeta roared. The boy ignored him, and Bulma pushed her hands against his chest in a vain attempt to get free of him. He growled, powering up slightly. "If you stop, I will let your mother go!"
When Trunks stopped, Vegeta looked down at him. There was no refuting the boy was his. Their features were too similar despite the blue eyes and lavender hair. He felt the boy scrutinizing him as well. Bulma swallowed hard, and Vegeta felt the slight contraction of her throat beneath his fingers. He glared into her eyes, pulling her even closer.
"You told him you'd let me go," Bulma whispered fearfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously at her. "For now." He released her slowly, his hand sliding halfway down her back, causing Bulma to shudder.
Trunks was confused. "Is he my father?" He asked Bulma. She looked away and nodded her head. The little boy suddenly glared at her, looking too much like his father for her taste. "But you told me he was dead."
"I thought he was," she replied honestly. She wished he were so her life could return to being simple again, but she had a feeling it was going to be anything but simple from this day on.
"There you are," Goku called out from the path of trampled vegetation Bulma and Trunks made in their mad dash through the woods. "Can we all go back to the castle so we can sit down and talk about this," Goku begged.
"Things will never be settled between us," Vegeta hissed. "Ever!"
~*~
Humming, Freeza made his way down the spiral staircase that lead to his dungeon. He was going to have a good old time with Vegeta tonight. He entered the long hallway, glancing into the cells as he passed them by. The prisoners cowered away from him, and he sent them a disgusted look. That was one thing he admired about Vegeta, he never cowered. Grinning, he took out the key to the saiyan prince's cell and pushed it into the lock. He kicked the door open with his foot and walked inside. The cell was completely empty save for a letter in the middle of the floor. He shook violently with anger as he picked it up.
'Dear brother, I'm so sorry to hear that your pet got away. Perhaps you should have kept it in a better cage. Cooler.'
Freeza crumpled the paper in his fist, disintegrating it with his rising energy. His brother would pay for this!
~*~
Arthos paced back and forth outside of Akira's room. He paused and reached for the doorknob, but pulled his hand back suddenly. "No," he whispered out loud. "I should wait for her to come to me," he tried to reason with himself. He glanced at the door and bit the inside of his bottom lip, his foot tapping incessantly against the floor. "Oh fuck it," he growled, and threw the door open. He was sick of waiting for her to come around to him. He wasn't going to leave until she said yes this time!
The prince paused just inside the door. "Akira!" He rushed forward, falling unto his hands and knees above her. She was lying on the floor in the middle of her room. He shook her gently, and she reached her hand up at pulled him closer to her. Her eyes were closed tightly, and Arthos frowned. What was wrong with her? He was stunned when she kissed him on the lips. It was slow at first, and he knew he probably should stop her, but this was something he had dreamed about for years now. He held her close and deepened the kiss.
Akira was really surprised by the vision she was having. It felt so real. She opened her eyes. It was real! She broke free from the kiss and gasped for air. "Arthos! What are you doing?" She demanded breathlessly, wiggling her way out from under him.
He stuttered, trying to think of something as she stood up. "I-I'm sorry, Akira. I just. I came in, and there you were on the floor."
She glared at him. "What were you doing in here in the first place? Do I barge into your room?"
"Like I'd complain if you did," he yelled back. "Shit! I don't know why I waste my time here," he said.
"If it's suck a waste, then go home," she said in a pleading tone.
Arthos nodded sadly. "Perhaps you're right, 'friend.'"
Once her door was slammed shut, Akira walked over to her bed and sat down. She lay back, curling into the fetal position, and cried herself to sleep.
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Another chapter over with, I've got a lot of the next chapter finished, but it's giving me a bit of trouble. It's just now flowing like my others did when I wrote them. Hmm, I suppose I shouldn't be too put off by it, considering it's the first time I've had problems so far. Don't worry, guys! I will not stop! I'll write all night if I have to! (oh, wait. I write all night anyhow... hmm) ~puts her headphones back on and grooves to music~
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Chapter 6: Is he my father?
"I don't know who you are, sir," Bulma started. "But I suggest you drop your little act. My husband has been dead for five years now."
Silently, she was impressed that her voice stayed calm and even. She even held his intense glare for several long seconds that is until he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Bulma stepped back from the saiyan in front of her. She didn't find this situation humorous at all. Was he insane?
Vegeta stopped laughing, shaking his head slowly side to side. "I know I look like shit, girl, but I couldn't have changed in appearance that much over five years."
"You are an imposter, sir, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave this planet," she announced.
"I don't think so, Marron. What's wrong? These people don't know what you did to me? That I've suffered for five years in Freeza's dungeons because you couldn't keep your legs closed? Is that why you're playing games with me now?" He leaned toward her, despite the six men holding him back.
Bulma glared hatefully at him for his cruel remarks toward her deceased sister and smacked him forcefully across the face, snapping his head to the side. The prince turned his face back to her slowly. His dark eyes were burning into hers, and Bulma knew if he could get out her guards' hold, she would be dead right now.
"I might not have changed," he spoke with no emotion at all. "But you certainly have. You never would have had the guts to do that to me five years ago," he commented.
"How would you know what I was like," she hissed back. "You're not my husband!"
Vegeta let out a string of curses in his native tongue. What was wrong with her? Why was she playing this game with him? She should be kissing his royal ass, not denying his identity. Wasn't she afraid for her life? Didn't she know she was as good as dead when he regained his strength? The woman before him seemed quite different than the conniving, coward of a girl he remembered. She couldn't have changed that much. He sniffed the air slightly, picking up the scent of someone he wasn't expecting and never would have thought of.
'Kakkarot! So, that must have been the other one she was screwing around with,' he thought angrily. 'No wonder Marron refused to tell Akira the name of her other lover.' He was just about to confront her about this, when he heard someone enter the room.
"Princess!"
Goku stopped dead in his tracks as he walked to Bulma's side. He simply stared at the prince with a shocked look on his face. The two saiyan men were far too busy in their staring contest to notice Bulma's face turn white. She backed away from them, her breathing coming in short, labored gasps. She saw the look in Goku's eyes. This was Vegeta standing in front of her. Her head screamed for her to run and hide, so that's exactly what she did.
~*~
Goku blinked after several minutes. He sent the guards an angry glare. "Let him go, now!"
The men did as he commanded, and Vegeta moved forward 'til he was standing within an inch of Goku. He breathed in through his nose and scowled. "Chichi?"
"What about her?" Goku asked, but he realized soon after what Vegeta had meant. "I was your friend, Vegeta. I would never touch your wife."
"Ah yes. You're so loyal to the saiyan throne," he mocked. "Is that why you helped her escape my father's wrath?"
"Believe it or not, that is exactly why I did it, Vegeta. She was pregnant with your child."
"I see no child," Vegeta countered.
"He's playing with my sons in the outer courtyard."
The saiyan prince suddenly noticed that his wife was no longer there. He glanced around frantically. "Where is she? Where'd she go?"
'Oh, goddess,' Goku groaned mentally. 'Bulma is probably freaked out of her mind. Shit! She's going to do something stupid, I just know it!' He turned to the men and started issuing orders. "You three go find Lady June and Chichi." He turned to the other three. "You split up and find Princess Marron and Prince Trunks. Bring them back here and don't let them leave!"
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The only thought in Bulma's mind was to find Trunks and then find a ship. She had to get out of there. She couldn't stand the thought of what that man might do to her. She ran through the gardens toward the three boys that were laughing and playing in the mud. Trunks looked up and waved at her with a huge smile on his face. Bulma ran right to him, picking him up, hugging him close, and looking around nervously.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, sweetie." She couldn't tell him the truth just yet. "We're going to play a game for a while."
Trunks' eyes lit up. "Really?! What game?"
Bulma turned to Gohan and Goten. "You guys go get your mother and see if she wants to play as well."
They both jumped up and ran toward the small castle to find Chichi, leaving Bulma alone with Trunks. "Let's go," she said.
"But, mother. Gohan and Goten aren't back yet."
"We're playing a prank on them."
The lavender haired boy gave her a suspicious look. "You never play pranks on anyone. What's going on?"
"I don't have time for this, Trunks. We need to get out of her now." She put him on the ground and took his hand. "Come on!"
They made it to the forest on the outskirts of the lands she controlled. Trunks followed his mother as she weaved in and out of the trees. The little boy was too busy trying to figure out why they were running away from their home than paying attention to his feet. He stumbled forward and hit his knee against a sharp rock.
Bulma heard something behind her and a stopped. "Trunks, are you alright?"
"No." He sounded like he was about to cry.
She ran back to him and knelt beside him. "Goddess, you're bleeding," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
"I'll be okay," he told her. Standing up, he brushed off his pants and shirt. "Why are we running? I don't understand."
"Trunks, I," she looked into his blue eyes and started to cry. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you right now. I need you to follow me, though. There's a ship in these woods, and if we can just get there before we're caught everything will be okay!"
"I guess," he replied after a while.
She smiled at him and stood up. "Let's go then."
Bulma turned, running right into her worst nightmare. Vegeta reached out quickly, grabbing her by the back of the neck before she could move away from him. "And just where do you think you're taking my son?"
Trunks lunged at Vegeta and kicked him as hard as he could in the shin. "Let go of my mother, you big jerk!" He started punching Vegeta repeatedly in the thigh. "How dare you say you're my father! He's dead, and if you were him, you would never hurt my mother," the boy raged on and on.
"Cease," Vegeta roared. The boy ignored him, and Bulma pushed her hands against his chest in a vain attempt to get free of him. He growled, powering up slightly. "If you stop, I will let your mother go!"
When Trunks stopped, Vegeta looked down at him. There was no refuting the boy was his. Their features were too similar despite the blue eyes and lavender hair. He felt the boy scrutinizing him as well. Bulma swallowed hard, and Vegeta felt the slight contraction of her throat beneath his fingers. He glared into her eyes, pulling her even closer.
"You told him you'd let me go," Bulma whispered fearfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes dangerously at her. "For now." He released her slowly, his hand sliding halfway down her back, causing Bulma to shudder.
Trunks was confused. "Is he my father?" He asked Bulma. She looked away and nodded her head. The little boy suddenly glared at her, looking too much like his father for her taste. "But you told me he was dead."
"I thought he was," she replied honestly. She wished he were so her life could return to being simple again, but she had a feeling it was going to be anything but simple from this day on.
"There you are," Goku called out from the path of trampled vegetation Bulma and Trunks made in their mad dash through the woods. "Can we all go back to the castle so we can sit down and talk about this," Goku begged.
"Things will never be settled between us," Vegeta hissed. "Ever!"
~*~
Humming, Freeza made his way down the spiral staircase that lead to his dungeon. He was going to have a good old time with Vegeta tonight. He entered the long hallway, glancing into the cells as he passed them by. The prisoners cowered away from him, and he sent them a disgusted look. That was one thing he admired about Vegeta, he never cowered. Grinning, he took out the key to the saiyan prince's cell and pushed it into the lock. He kicked the door open with his foot and walked inside. The cell was completely empty save for a letter in the middle of the floor. He shook violently with anger as he picked it up.
'Dear brother, I'm so sorry to hear that your pet got away. Perhaps you should have kept it in a better cage. Cooler.'
Freeza crumpled the paper in his fist, disintegrating it with his rising energy. His brother would pay for this!
~*~
Arthos paced back and forth outside of Akira's room. He paused and reached for the doorknob, but pulled his hand back suddenly. "No," he whispered out loud. "I should wait for her to come to me," he tried to reason with himself. He glanced at the door and bit the inside of his bottom lip, his foot tapping incessantly against the floor. "Oh fuck it," he growled, and threw the door open. He was sick of waiting for her to come around to him. He wasn't going to leave until she said yes this time!
The prince paused just inside the door. "Akira!" He rushed forward, falling unto his hands and knees above her. She was lying on the floor in the middle of her room. He shook her gently, and she reached her hand up at pulled him closer to her. Her eyes were closed tightly, and Arthos frowned. What was wrong with her? He was stunned when she kissed him on the lips. It was slow at first, and he knew he probably should stop her, but this was something he had dreamed about for years now. He held her close and deepened the kiss.
Akira was really surprised by the vision she was having. It felt so real. She opened her eyes. It was real! She broke free from the kiss and gasped for air. "Arthos! What are you doing?" She demanded breathlessly, wiggling her way out from under him.
He stuttered, trying to think of something as she stood up. "I-I'm sorry, Akira. I just. I came in, and there you were on the floor."
She glared at him. "What were you doing in here in the first place? Do I barge into your room?"
"Like I'd complain if you did," he yelled back. "Shit! I don't know why I waste my time here," he said.
"If it's suck a waste, then go home," she said in a pleading tone.
Arthos nodded sadly. "Perhaps you're right, 'friend.'"
Once her door was slammed shut, Akira walked over to her bed and sat down. She lay back, curling into the fetal position, and cried herself to sleep.
~*~
Another chapter over with, I've got a lot of the next chapter finished, but it's giving me a bit of trouble. It's just now flowing like my others did when I wrote them. Hmm, I suppose I shouldn't be too put off by it, considering it's the first time I've had problems so far. Don't worry, guys! I will not stop! I'll write all night if I have to! (oh, wait. I write all night anyhow... hmm) ~puts her headphones back on and grooves to music~
IF anyone's bored, you can contact me on AOL Instant Messenger. My name's CHALICE001, and I'm usually on every night from 9 'til midnight eastern time. It's the only time I get to talk to my B/F! It sucks being in two different states. ~Sighs~ he's luck I love him so much!
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PANDORA ;)