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Past Love in This Time
By: Palelight
Chapter two: Aging
20 long and harsh years had gone past by for Vegeta in space. The 'Tyrant' had lowered Vegeta to his purging King and not the prince of a great planet. Vegeta was separated from the other saiyans on any of Frieza's ships. He grew up with minimum saiyan etiquette and he could only remember little of what he learned before of the age of 5. All he could clearly remember was fighting even up to his capture fight with Zarbon. He despised Frieza and his rules which were reinforced upon him every day by Frieza yapping. He backed talk, but was always punished severely by Frieza or Zarbon. He loved to purge and that was the only thing he did.
Frieza had kept Vegeta from his home planet, but never questioned himself to go back. He just wanted to purge and purge some more, not bother with an old planet that sacrificed him to a bastard of ice-jin. By the time he woke up, he was in a regeneration tank in Frieza's ship when he was taken from the bloody planet. He would have thanked Frieza for giving a job to purge, but was to angered that he was not there ruling on Vegitasei.
Vegeta was walking over to Frieza meeting room after purging a reckless planet. Vegeta stepped slowly through the hallway and looked through the oval windows out to the big black outer space. He reached the main door with two guards. He looked for a quick second to the white floor tiles and then pushed his way through the doors.
"Hello, pet!" greeted/purred Frieza to his monkey. Vegeta glared, he wasn't in the mood for punishment or talking to the silvery purple blob. "I'm going to give you a treat for your next purging mission. You get to clean out your home. I trust you to wipe out most of your race and bring back any one of importance that could aid me" Frieza purred at Vegeta again.
Vegeta's look was stone cold like Frieza's heart. "Is that all?" He asked Frieza. He got up ready to leave his place near Frieza' throne.
"Your purging group will be Zarbon, Dodoria, spice gang, and my saiyans. Isn't life so funny Vegeta?" Frieza snickered at Vegeta's reaction to working with others, especially the other saiyans to destroy their own planet. "You are to leave in an hour. Now go my monkey!" Vegeta wasn't listening to anything, he heard hour and leave.
Bulma sat in her palace for most of her life. She had only little contact or saw a few aids and teachers. She had been presented in a few festivals before the aging king. She hadn't developed any social skills and barely spoke except in teachings. Her body was never trained in the so called fighting ways of her planet. She was closed off to anything that could impure her in anyway.
Bulma had kept one thing from her keepers, she was a mad genius. She had taken an interest in Science during her fifth year within the palace. She paced herself around the palace working on machines to make sure her damn legs wouldn't fall off during the entrapped years. She made many contraptions that were small enough to hide in her spiritual gown sleeves. One was a pill sized invention that reduced and compacted other items in the inside of the invention. She made a ki bracelet, so she couldn't be detected by her lousy teachers or keepers when she worked. Her mind was developing and she knew that the planet outside was eviler than her cage, but she led others to believe she naïve as the purest flower.
Everyone respected and worshipped her beauty and her being of the reincarnation of the Virgin Goddess, Vuluma. Even the great King Vegeta would bow to her 45 degrees as if she were the highest above all. His son, Table, had less respect and just winked at her while she came through the Festivals. Her saiyan smell could smell his lust a mile a way, but she wasn't afraid. She knew that the King would restrict the prince like history kings had always done. Fighting was their only ambition and weakness came last on the 100th spot.
At the moment she was sitting looking out of the window near her bedding. They had wooden bars, but Bulma had chosen not to leave her keeper's side within the palace walls. She would be shunned if going out and walking on the dusty planet. People would touch her and in the end making her impure in every aspect. If they left her, she was sure she wouldn't know where to go or where to turn. She could make a house, but how would she work. How would she live, she wouldn't even have the supplies to create or invent. A trapped bird left to sing about the outside world, but knew they would be lost out in it.
She looked at her small hacker mechanism. She just hacked into any communications system that she wanted to hear. She just made it the night before because of the lack of supplies she had. She turned a knob counter clock wards looking for interesting news while sitting on her window sill.
She stopped "Unidentified air crafts, 2, entering in a half of an hour. Warn the king and ask what we should do about the unscheduled visitors," said a voice through her listening device. She stayed tuned and marked the placement of the knob with a red pencil on the sanded metal. She turned the knob quickly around and listened onto the saiyan army command the flight ports. "Let them in, it is Frieza's ships. We must let them in for what ever they need. We can't be foolish around this time with Frieza."
She was clueless on who was Frieza, but took the commanding saiyan's voice as complete fear of this "Frieza".
All lines of communications went dead silence when the ship had hit the landing spot.
At the moment her keepers rushed in to her room while she discreetly hid the machine in a capsule within her layered sleeve with her other inventions. They didn't bow and they rushed over to her saying, "We are going somewhere away from the palace for a while." Aids were packing her stuff very slowly while her keepers rushed around the palace. She just sat there watching Vegetasei's suns slowly set one after the other.
The other saiyans never saw Vegeta for they were on a second ship the whole entire trip. Once landing, Vegeta hastily left the first pod and directed himself towards the obvious Royal palace. The second ship landed and all the warriors scattered out to purge.
Vegeta had killed every person in the palace until he reached the big doors that were marked with the royal symbol that he slightly remembered. He slammed the doors open looking straight at the weak saiyan King. He was still damaged from the 20year old poison coursing through his veins, never releasing its grip on his weak saiyan body (the strength of a human, maybe). Vegeta fazed in front of his father and immediately shot him in the forehead. He looked around and finally noticed a boy around a decade and half old. (10years younger than Vegeta and 5 years younger then Bulma.)
"Boy, who are this planet's strongest and most intelligent saiyans?" he snarled at the boy.
"I'm prince Table, how dare you address me as 'boy'." Table had his little fit and growled at Vegeta.
"I address as I please. You don't even look like the king or queen. Now, boy, answer me!" He boomed at Table.
"Fuck you! I'm the king's son, but the queen died long before my time. My father took another strong female saiyan." Vegeta had his hand at Table's neck and was ready to push down or use ki. "You're looking at the strongest. Our planet does not need intelligent saiyans." Table saw Vegeta bristle his tail at his remark of being the strongest. "You are saiyan and you killed your king!" Vegeta's eyes daggered at Table as his Ki rose up at Table. "Our strongest work at Capsule Corporations Dome. You can't miss the dome," Table said while pointing out the door.
"You are coming with me, brat!" Vegeta said while pulling Table by the collar and fazing out of the palace quickly. He threw Table in a cell in the second ship where any captive was to be kept.
Vegeta found the Capsule Corporation Dome easily and entered through a hole in the top. He fazed through each level to only find dead bodies. The fools had gone through purging, but killing off the wrong people. He looked down at a weird colored saiyan with lavender hair and exited with disappointment. He purged and purged while circling around the planet. The second ship left with any captives and his purging crew had taken off after not sensing anyone left. He ended up at the royal palace and saw a temple/palace that he saw crumbled. He was curious and landed at it's bashed in doors. There were religious keepers scattered across the levels. He left the palace and went to his ship. He was about to enter when he saw…
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