Alright, this wasn't supposed to go up today, but in celebration of
Seruleyan finally posting her story (which is going to be super!) I'm
posting this a day or two early!
Samantha- Always great to see a new screen name in my inbox!!! Thanks for reviewing!!! I'm glad you like!
Videlchan 313- Thank you, thank you! Yeah, the love triangle's about to get a whole lot more complicated for everyone! mu hahahaha ;)
Gravidy- Bulma's not a techie in this fic, but she is pretty smart still, and yes. She is kind of attracted to Veggie a bit! hehehe
Hinagiku- Thank you so much! There will be more B/V to come of course. This is a B/V fic after all!
Seruleyan-Wings- You sure are persistant!!! hahaha I luv ya, girl! Thank you so much for all your reviews, and your wonderful help, and finally posting your story!!! It's about time!!!! Sheesh! It's kind of hard to think of anything to write here when I'm talking to you right now at this very moment! hahah ;)
Joelie the Messenger of Death- Thanks so much!
Mini Nicka- Tha was a pretty interesting part of the story, huh?! Thanks a bunches!
Adbzfan2k03- It couldn't lead to him finding out who Bulma really is?! (covers mouth) where the heck did that come from?! Anyhow! Thanks! ;)
Tmh-froggie- I'm making sense!?!?!?! No!!!!!!!!! oh wait you were joking.. (wipes the sweat from her brow) thank god! Thanks for the reviews!
Kissed by a Prince- Oh, thank you so much! I do have a whole fic devoted to Vegeta actually ending up with my character Akira! It's kind of fun to write stuff like that! Anyhow, glad you like my story!
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Chapter 9: Will I remember to change this title before I post?!
"The Kais have disbanded!"
Akira looked at her older brother, blinking every now and then as the news sunk in. "This is not good," she finally voiced.
Radditz nodded in agreement. "Defintely. Icesei is already in chaos. The people don't know who to follow: Cooler of Freeza."
"I see it as a lack of choice," an amused voice cut in.
Prince Arro, Akira, and Radditz turned to see North Kai and Supreme Kai walking toward them. Akira was the first to come out of her daze, and she bowed politely to them. "Your excellencies," she greeted. "What are you doing here?"
"We seek your protection. I assure you we were not followed by any imperial spies," Supreme Kai replied.
Arro stepped forward. "We would be honored. Your council would be of great use to us."
~*~
Chichi sat Goten down at the table and then ran toward the kitchen. Her work was never done! Gohan looked up at his father when they heard a few pots clank together and obviously fall on the floor. Goku frowned and turned in his chair.
"Everything alright, Chi?!"
"Just fine," she yelled back in a fake-sweet voice.
"I can help if you want, mother!"
"No, it's okay, Gohan. You finish your breakfast. I can handle it!"
June walked into the Son family's dining room and greeted them with a smile. "Hello, everyone. Where's Chi?" The sound of chopping answered her question, and she laughed. "Nevermind, I should have known."
She walked into the kitchen and found her raven-haired friend slicing frantically at some vegetables that she couldn't even distinguish what they were anymore. June placed a comforting hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Chi, what's going on with you?"
"Oh, sorry Eighteen. I'm just really nervous about going home. I have no idea what's going to happen to me, and Goku's no help at all! He just keeps telling me to 'calm down, Chichi! It'll all work out just fine'," she mimmicked perfectly. "We're criminals back home, June! Criminals! We could be going back to face our own execution. I can't put my kids through this," she cried.
"Then stay," June told her. "There's nothig saying you have to go back."
"Oh yes I do. If I don't, Vegeta will send someone back here to take me prisoner. There's no escaping the wrath of a saiyan. They always catch up to their prey eventually."
"Got that right," Bulma responded from the back door.
"Bul-Marron!"June corrected herself just barely in time.
She walked over and sat down on a stool. "I don't know if I can take much more of this," Bulma told them quietly. "He follows me around all day, thinking I don't notice. It's driving me insane! I woke up the other night, and he was right there!"
"I still think we should just tell him the truth," Chichi muttered.
"I wish I could, but it'd only result in people that I love being killed by the Colds and my son being taken away. I don't know what I'd do if Vegeta took Trunks from me," Bulma confided.
"Speaking of Trunks," June started. "Where is he?"
The blue haired beauty crossed her arms and gave a ver y unlady-like snort. "Traning with his father! Can you believe the audacity of that man! I tell Trunks no sword, and the no good prince somehow manages to sweet talk the blacksmith in the village to making him a sword!"
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Blue eyes watched in avide fascination as the warrior prince started an intricate warm up with the newly acquired sword. Vegeta closed his eyes and hefted the sharp weapon in his right hand. It had been far too long since he felt the familiar weight of a sword within his grasp. Eyes still closed, he tuned out all distractions, and in one fluid movement, he swung the blade up over his head and began to spar against an invisible opponent.
Trunks took in every move, and even tried to copy his father's foot-work and swings from a safe distance. His father promised that once they reached Vegetasei ,which Trunks was still triyng to figure out how it still existed if it was blown up, that he would begin his training immediately. For now, he was more than content with just watching. He spotted something blue out of the corner of his eye, and knew instantly that it was his mother. He quickly tried to hide the sword between two large rocks next to him.
Bulma let him think she hadn't noticed what he hid and sat down next to him. Her own eyes being drawn in by the saiyan prince's graceful sword routine. Trunks kicked the back of his heels against the rock he was sitting on and nervously sent glances to the weapon he hid from her. Biting her lip, Bulma tried not to laugh at her son's paranoia. She started playing with the silver ring on hier right hand, rolling it between her fingers. She let it drop to the ground on 'accident', and Trunks dove forward to grab it as it rolled across the dirt path. Bulma leaned over to where Trunks hid the sword and pulled it out.
"Ah ha!" She called out. "What have we here?" She asked her son as she held it out of his reach.
Trunks turned white as a ghost, and he gasped. "Mother, no! You're a girl. You're not supposed to touch a warrior's sword," he yelled at her. He jumped up and down, not realizing that he could just fly up and take it back at the moment. "It's bad luck! You're jinxing it," he practically whined.
"I thought I told you no sword," she responded in a bored tone, examining the nails on her other hand closely.
"Father gave it to me. He thinks I can handle one," Trunks pouted.
Bulma reached up and pulled the sword from its scabbard, causing the young boy to gasp again. She tossed the covering to the ground and examined the blade thoroughly. "Well, Hatta did do a nice job at fashioning this," she told him.
"Since when do you know anything about weapons?" Vegeta asked.
She glared up at him, having forgotten that he was around. "I used to play around with June when we were younger. We always wanted to grow up to be like the temple guardians," she answered as politely as her frayed nervous would let her.
Her husband glared back. "Funny, I thought that was your friend, Bulma, not you."
'Shit!' Bulma looked away, trying to think of something clever to say to hide the fact that she had messed up with that little tidbit of information. "True, but that doesn't mean I didn't jump in from time to time," she shot back. She handed her son back his weapon. "You had better be careful with it," she warned. "I'm not going to be very happy if you loose a finger."
Vegeta stared at her backside as she quickly walked away. Trunks sighed. "I guess it's not so bad to have my mother touch my sword. At least she knows how to use one herself, right?I forgot that aunt June told me mother was pretty good with one."
The saiyan prince glanced down at his son. "What else has your fearless mother done in the past?"
"Didn't mother ever tell you all the cool things her and June used to do?" The lavender haired boy asked.
"I seemed to have forgotten. Refresh my mind."
~*~
Jadora pulled out the jewel encrusted pins from her daughter's hair and carefully placed them on the vanity table. "I haven't had the chance to speak with you since Arthos left. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine, Mother."
"I don't typically put my nose in your business," Jadora started.
"Then don't," Akira warned.
"But! I think you're making a mistake. He's a good man, and he loves you more than anything, Akira."
"I have an obligation to the Saiyan throne."
"Prince Arro has already told you he approves of the match. Vegeta would have, too."
"No, he wouldn't." Akira stood up and walked over to her balcony. Her mother followed.
"What do you mean? You and Arthos were his best friends. I would think that this would have made him the happiest man in the universe."
The wind fluttered through the air, and Akira hugged her upper body tightly. "I don't feel like talking about it right now. Goodnight, mother."
~*~ (flashback- 3 years before Vegeta married Marron!)
Vegeta and Arthos were just finishing a friendly sparing match when Akira burst into the training room with a huge smile on her face. She ran over to them and tackled them both to the floor, laughing the entire time.
"What's gotten into you?" Arthos inquired with a smile. It was hard not to smile when she was around.
Akira sat up between them and then held out her hand for him to see. "Yamcha asked me to marry him, and I said yes!"
Both prince's stared at the ring on her finger in horror, and then at each other with the same expression. They couldn't believe it. Akira sighed contently, examining her engagment ring with adoration. She was completely oblivious to the looks of her two closest friends. Vegeta snapped out of his daze and reached for her hand with the offending jewel on it.
"Is that the best he could do for you?" He demanded. Akira frowned slightly, and he continued. "A man with his kind of wealth in the universal market should be able to gift his fiance with quite a bit more than this tiny pebble."
"I don't care about that, Vegeta."
"You should," Arthos cut in. "If he truly loved you, he would have given you much more than this. What kind of man is he?"
"Not a very smart one," Vegeta replied before his female friend could counter.
Akira glared at them both and stood up. "Why are you both acting so childish? Aren't you happy for me?"
When neither answered her question, she ran off toward the door. They could hear her crying as she slammed it shut behind her. Arthos groaned and fell back onto the hard floor. Vegeta just sat there staring at the doorway.
"What are we going to do, Vegeta? Please don' tell me you're going to allow her to marry that pirate."
The saiyan prince remained quiet, contemplating a way around this. It was common knowledge that Akira belonged to him, so who the hell did Yamcha think he was coming in and trying to take her away from him. He growled deeply and jumped to his feet. "I have no intentions of letting her marry him."
Arthos sighed in relief. "Thank the gods. I wasn't sure if I could handle seeing her with someone else," he let slip.
Vegeta frowned. "What?"
The other prince sat up and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I love her, Vegeta." He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward. "I always have for as long as I can remember. You know as well as me that there isn't another girl out there like her."
~*~ (end of flashback)
The afternoon spent with his son had been entertaining to say the least. Vegeta had learned quite a lot about his son, his wife, and even himself! Marron had come up with some pretty interesting stories about him over the years. He was defintely more worried with what Marron had told the boy about herself. It all seemed so strange. Trunks seemed to think that his mother was an adventerous, dirt-loving, intelligent, and spontaneous woman, but he knew defferently. Marron was a priss. She never would have done anything unlady-like.
Vegeta scowled as he walked out into the garden and spotted his wife sitting beneath a tree on the dirt in an obviously good dress- something Marron would have never, ever under any circumstances done. In fact, everything Trunks had told him about Marron sounded strangely like everything Marron had told him about her friend Bulma. His curious nature and the swirling suspicion in the back of his mind wasn't going to be put off any longer. He stormed over to her and snatched the book she was reading out of her hand, tossing it several feet away. Bulma glared hatefully at him.
"What the hell was that for?"
"What's all this bullshit you've been feeding our son, Marron?' He seemed to put some emphasis on her 'name'.
'Oh gods! Did he find out somehow,' she wondered. 'No, that's impossible.' She stood up and dusted off her bottom daintly. "What exactly are you reffering to?" She asked sweetly.
"Everything, woman!"
She looked him in the eyes warily. "Would you rather he know the truth of what happened? Of what his mother did?"
Vegeta growled out a curse in saiyan. "No," he answered suddenly. "He's far too young to fully understand the treachery of your actions. What I don't understand is why you've lied to him about who you really are?"
"What do you mean?" She was feeling a bit queasy again. Stupid fear!
"Your childhood," he spoke quietly, moving closer to her. His eyes searched her face, and he noticed a faint blush in her cheeks. He had to shake off the suddenly urge to kiss her, reminding himself that she had cheated on him with his worst enemy. "You stopped on Briefsei before coming here. June came with you, so where is your friend Bulma you always spoke so highly of?"
Bulma turned her face away from his and stared at the rosebush she was standing next to. The colors seemed to melt into each other as her vision turned murky from the tears. "I'd rather not talk about it," she whispered.
"You will," he commanded, lifting her chin up.
"She's dead, okay?!" She pushed his hand away and stepped back. "Bulma's dead!"
He watched her run off toward the palace. The haunted look in her eyes lingering with him for the rest of the evening.
~*~
Chichi knocked on the guest room door and sucked up her courage. She wasn't going anywhere until she got a straight answer from Vegeta. After several unusually long seconds, he opened the door and simply looked at her.
"What?"
Chichi took a deep breath. "We're to leave in the morning for Vegetasei, correct?" He nodded. "What will happen to me and Goku when we land?"
Vegeta was in the mood for this conversation. His mindset was several long years in the past. Groaning, he decided it was best to just get rid of her quickly so he could ge back to his ponderings. "For the sake of m y son's life, you and Kakkarot will be spared. Blah, blah, blah," he siad. "Now leave me alone."
He slammed the door in her face.
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I seriously want people to tell me what they think is going to happen? I could be fun!!! And you won't know if you're right until the end, cuz if I told you, it wouldn't be very surprising to ya all, now would it?! ;)
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PANDORA ;)
Samantha- Always great to see a new screen name in my inbox!!! Thanks for reviewing!!! I'm glad you like!
Videlchan 313- Thank you, thank you! Yeah, the love triangle's about to get a whole lot more complicated for everyone! mu hahahaha ;)
Gravidy- Bulma's not a techie in this fic, but she is pretty smart still, and yes. She is kind of attracted to Veggie a bit! hehehe
Hinagiku- Thank you so much! There will be more B/V to come of course. This is a B/V fic after all!
Seruleyan-Wings- You sure are persistant!!! hahaha I luv ya, girl! Thank you so much for all your reviews, and your wonderful help, and finally posting your story!!! It's about time!!!! Sheesh! It's kind of hard to think of anything to write here when I'm talking to you right now at this very moment! hahah ;)
Joelie the Messenger of Death- Thanks so much!
Mini Nicka- Tha was a pretty interesting part of the story, huh?! Thanks a bunches!
Adbzfan2k03- It couldn't lead to him finding out who Bulma really is?! (covers mouth) where the heck did that come from?! Anyhow! Thanks! ;)
Tmh-froggie- I'm making sense!?!?!?! No!!!!!!!!! oh wait you were joking.. (wipes the sweat from her brow) thank god! Thanks for the reviews!
Kissed by a Prince- Oh, thank you so much! I do have a whole fic devoted to Vegeta actually ending up with my character Akira! It's kind of fun to write stuff like that! Anyhow, glad you like my story!
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Chapter 9: Will I remember to change this title before I post?!
"The Kais have disbanded!"
Akira looked at her older brother, blinking every now and then as the news sunk in. "This is not good," she finally voiced.
Radditz nodded in agreement. "Defintely. Icesei is already in chaos. The people don't know who to follow: Cooler of Freeza."
"I see it as a lack of choice," an amused voice cut in.
Prince Arro, Akira, and Radditz turned to see North Kai and Supreme Kai walking toward them. Akira was the first to come out of her daze, and she bowed politely to them. "Your excellencies," she greeted. "What are you doing here?"
"We seek your protection. I assure you we were not followed by any imperial spies," Supreme Kai replied.
Arro stepped forward. "We would be honored. Your council would be of great use to us."
~*~
Chichi sat Goten down at the table and then ran toward the kitchen. Her work was never done! Gohan looked up at his father when they heard a few pots clank together and obviously fall on the floor. Goku frowned and turned in his chair.
"Everything alright, Chi?!"
"Just fine," she yelled back in a fake-sweet voice.
"I can help if you want, mother!"
"No, it's okay, Gohan. You finish your breakfast. I can handle it!"
June walked into the Son family's dining room and greeted them with a smile. "Hello, everyone. Where's Chi?" The sound of chopping answered her question, and she laughed. "Nevermind, I should have known."
She walked into the kitchen and found her raven-haired friend slicing frantically at some vegetables that she couldn't even distinguish what they were anymore. June placed a comforting hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Chi, what's going on with you?"
"Oh, sorry Eighteen. I'm just really nervous about going home. I have no idea what's going to happen to me, and Goku's no help at all! He just keeps telling me to 'calm down, Chichi! It'll all work out just fine'," she mimmicked perfectly. "We're criminals back home, June! Criminals! We could be going back to face our own execution. I can't put my kids through this," she cried.
"Then stay," June told her. "There's nothig saying you have to go back."
"Oh yes I do. If I don't, Vegeta will send someone back here to take me prisoner. There's no escaping the wrath of a saiyan. They always catch up to their prey eventually."
"Got that right," Bulma responded from the back door.
"Bul-Marron!"June corrected herself just barely in time.
She walked over and sat down on a stool. "I don't know if I can take much more of this," Bulma told them quietly. "He follows me around all day, thinking I don't notice. It's driving me insane! I woke up the other night, and he was right there!"
"I still think we should just tell him the truth," Chichi muttered.
"I wish I could, but it'd only result in people that I love being killed by the Colds and my son being taken away. I don't know what I'd do if Vegeta took Trunks from me," Bulma confided.
"Speaking of Trunks," June started. "Where is he?"
The blue haired beauty crossed her arms and gave a ver y unlady-like snort. "Traning with his father! Can you believe the audacity of that man! I tell Trunks no sword, and the no good prince somehow manages to sweet talk the blacksmith in the village to making him a sword!"
~*~
Blue eyes watched in avide fascination as the warrior prince started an intricate warm up with the newly acquired sword. Vegeta closed his eyes and hefted the sharp weapon in his right hand. It had been far too long since he felt the familiar weight of a sword within his grasp. Eyes still closed, he tuned out all distractions, and in one fluid movement, he swung the blade up over his head and began to spar against an invisible opponent.
Trunks took in every move, and even tried to copy his father's foot-work and swings from a safe distance. His father promised that once they reached Vegetasei ,which Trunks was still triyng to figure out how it still existed if it was blown up, that he would begin his training immediately. For now, he was more than content with just watching. He spotted something blue out of the corner of his eye, and knew instantly that it was his mother. He quickly tried to hide the sword between two large rocks next to him.
Bulma let him think she hadn't noticed what he hid and sat down next to him. Her own eyes being drawn in by the saiyan prince's graceful sword routine. Trunks kicked the back of his heels against the rock he was sitting on and nervously sent glances to the weapon he hid from her. Biting her lip, Bulma tried not to laugh at her son's paranoia. She started playing with the silver ring on hier right hand, rolling it between her fingers. She let it drop to the ground on 'accident', and Trunks dove forward to grab it as it rolled across the dirt path. Bulma leaned over to where Trunks hid the sword and pulled it out.
"Ah ha!" She called out. "What have we here?" She asked her son as she held it out of his reach.
Trunks turned white as a ghost, and he gasped. "Mother, no! You're a girl. You're not supposed to touch a warrior's sword," he yelled at her. He jumped up and down, not realizing that he could just fly up and take it back at the moment. "It's bad luck! You're jinxing it," he practically whined.
"I thought I told you no sword," she responded in a bored tone, examining the nails on her other hand closely.
"Father gave it to me. He thinks I can handle one," Trunks pouted.
Bulma reached up and pulled the sword from its scabbard, causing the young boy to gasp again. She tossed the covering to the ground and examined the blade thoroughly. "Well, Hatta did do a nice job at fashioning this," she told him.
"Since when do you know anything about weapons?" Vegeta asked.
She glared up at him, having forgotten that he was around. "I used to play around with June when we were younger. We always wanted to grow up to be like the temple guardians," she answered as politely as her frayed nervous would let her.
Her husband glared back. "Funny, I thought that was your friend, Bulma, not you."
'Shit!' Bulma looked away, trying to think of something clever to say to hide the fact that she had messed up with that little tidbit of information. "True, but that doesn't mean I didn't jump in from time to time," she shot back. She handed her son back his weapon. "You had better be careful with it," she warned. "I'm not going to be very happy if you loose a finger."
Vegeta stared at her backside as she quickly walked away. Trunks sighed. "I guess it's not so bad to have my mother touch my sword. At least she knows how to use one herself, right?I forgot that aunt June told me mother was pretty good with one."
The saiyan prince glanced down at his son. "What else has your fearless mother done in the past?"
"Didn't mother ever tell you all the cool things her and June used to do?" The lavender haired boy asked.
"I seemed to have forgotten. Refresh my mind."
~*~
Jadora pulled out the jewel encrusted pins from her daughter's hair and carefully placed them on the vanity table. "I haven't had the chance to speak with you since Arthos left. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine, Mother."
"I don't typically put my nose in your business," Jadora started.
"Then don't," Akira warned.
"But! I think you're making a mistake. He's a good man, and he loves you more than anything, Akira."
"I have an obligation to the Saiyan throne."
"Prince Arro has already told you he approves of the match. Vegeta would have, too."
"No, he wouldn't." Akira stood up and walked over to her balcony. Her mother followed.
"What do you mean? You and Arthos were his best friends. I would think that this would have made him the happiest man in the universe."
The wind fluttered through the air, and Akira hugged her upper body tightly. "I don't feel like talking about it right now. Goodnight, mother."
~*~ (flashback- 3 years before Vegeta married Marron!)
Vegeta and Arthos were just finishing a friendly sparing match when Akira burst into the training room with a huge smile on her face. She ran over to them and tackled them both to the floor, laughing the entire time.
"What's gotten into you?" Arthos inquired with a smile. It was hard not to smile when she was around.
Akira sat up between them and then held out her hand for him to see. "Yamcha asked me to marry him, and I said yes!"
Both prince's stared at the ring on her finger in horror, and then at each other with the same expression. They couldn't believe it. Akira sighed contently, examining her engagment ring with adoration. She was completely oblivious to the looks of her two closest friends. Vegeta snapped out of his daze and reached for her hand with the offending jewel on it.
"Is that the best he could do for you?" He demanded. Akira frowned slightly, and he continued. "A man with his kind of wealth in the universal market should be able to gift his fiance with quite a bit more than this tiny pebble."
"I don't care about that, Vegeta."
"You should," Arthos cut in. "If he truly loved you, he would have given you much more than this. What kind of man is he?"
"Not a very smart one," Vegeta replied before his female friend could counter.
Akira glared at them both and stood up. "Why are you both acting so childish? Aren't you happy for me?"
When neither answered her question, she ran off toward the door. They could hear her crying as she slammed it shut behind her. Arthos groaned and fell back onto the hard floor. Vegeta just sat there staring at the doorway.
"What are we going to do, Vegeta? Please don' tell me you're going to allow her to marry that pirate."
The saiyan prince remained quiet, contemplating a way around this. It was common knowledge that Akira belonged to him, so who the hell did Yamcha think he was coming in and trying to take her away from him. He growled deeply and jumped to his feet. "I have no intentions of letting her marry him."
Arthos sighed in relief. "Thank the gods. I wasn't sure if I could handle seeing her with someone else," he let slip.
Vegeta frowned. "What?"
The other prince sat up and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I love her, Vegeta." He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward. "I always have for as long as I can remember. You know as well as me that there isn't another girl out there like her."
~*~ (end of flashback)
The afternoon spent with his son had been entertaining to say the least. Vegeta had learned quite a lot about his son, his wife, and even himself! Marron had come up with some pretty interesting stories about him over the years. He was defintely more worried with what Marron had told the boy about herself. It all seemed so strange. Trunks seemed to think that his mother was an adventerous, dirt-loving, intelligent, and spontaneous woman, but he knew defferently. Marron was a priss. She never would have done anything unlady-like.
Vegeta scowled as he walked out into the garden and spotted his wife sitting beneath a tree on the dirt in an obviously good dress- something Marron would have never, ever under any circumstances done. In fact, everything Trunks had told him about Marron sounded strangely like everything Marron had told him about her friend Bulma. His curious nature and the swirling suspicion in the back of his mind wasn't going to be put off any longer. He stormed over to her and snatched the book she was reading out of her hand, tossing it several feet away. Bulma glared hatefully at him.
"What the hell was that for?"
"What's all this bullshit you've been feeding our son, Marron?' He seemed to put some emphasis on her 'name'.
'Oh gods! Did he find out somehow,' she wondered. 'No, that's impossible.' She stood up and dusted off her bottom daintly. "What exactly are you reffering to?" She asked sweetly.
"Everything, woman!"
She looked him in the eyes warily. "Would you rather he know the truth of what happened? Of what his mother did?"
Vegeta growled out a curse in saiyan. "No," he answered suddenly. "He's far too young to fully understand the treachery of your actions. What I don't understand is why you've lied to him about who you really are?"
"What do you mean?" She was feeling a bit queasy again. Stupid fear!
"Your childhood," he spoke quietly, moving closer to her. His eyes searched her face, and he noticed a faint blush in her cheeks. He had to shake off the suddenly urge to kiss her, reminding himself that she had cheated on him with his worst enemy. "You stopped on Briefsei before coming here. June came with you, so where is your friend Bulma you always spoke so highly of?"
Bulma turned her face away from his and stared at the rosebush she was standing next to. The colors seemed to melt into each other as her vision turned murky from the tears. "I'd rather not talk about it," she whispered.
"You will," he commanded, lifting her chin up.
"She's dead, okay?!" She pushed his hand away and stepped back. "Bulma's dead!"
He watched her run off toward the palace. The haunted look in her eyes lingering with him for the rest of the evening.
~*~
Chichi knocked on the guest room door and sucked up her courage. She wasn't going anywhere until she got a straight answer from Vegeta. After several unusually long seconds, he opened the door and simply looked at her.
"What?"
Chichi took a deep breath. "We're to leave in the morning for Vegetasei, correct?" He nodded. "What will happen to me and Goku when we land?"
Vegeta was in the mood for this conversation. His mindset was several long years in the past. Groaning, he decided it was best to just get rid of her quickly so he could ge back to his ponderings. "For the sake of m y son's life, you and Kakkarot will be spared. Blah, blah, blah," he siad. "Now leave me alone."
He slammed the door in her face.
~*~
I seriously want people to tell me what they think is going to happen? I could be fun!!! And you won't know if you're right until the end, cuz if I told you, it wouldn't be very surprising to ya all, now would it?! ;)
~*~
PANDORA ;)