ODD|YSSEY Three
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The heat of Sunaru's suns pressed heavily on the nape of Vegeta's neck, sending beads of sweat to pool against the collar of his blue jumpsuit. He boarded the spacecraft with his fellow Saiyajins, groaning at his lack of sleep from the night prior.
The inside of the craft was narrow; the environment only meant to hold few passengers for a quick flight. Vegeta huffed in irritation as he took the closest seat available, buckling in and watching his comrades do the same.
They sat in silence for several minutes; stealing glances at the airway to see the scientist that The Council informed would be joining them.
"Where the hell is this bastard," Raditz growled, raking his hands through his long, disheveled mane, "damned Council has us up so early and we can't even leave yet because he's dragging ass."
"Don't be so impatient, Raditz," Kakarot took a deep breath and leaned back, the cushion under his back molding to his frame, "whoever he is, he's probably really busy if he's working for them. Give him time."
"Who are you?" Raditz cocked an eyebrow as he glanced at his younger brother. "Your weak mindset is an abomination to everything our father left us."
"I don't think you knew him that well," Kakarot mumbled, closing his eyes to rest them, "if that's what you think."
"Will you two shut up?" Vegeta growled, casting death glares towards the still empty airway, "listening to the two of you is making me feel unpleasant."
Silence thundered over the spacecraft; the humming of the engine and the soft beeps of the control panel filling the void. Vegeta felt his eyes grow heavy as impatient sleep crawled over him, gnawing against his face like an unruly tiger. He had just given in to the blanket of relaxation when heavy thumps against the metal flooring interrupted his peace. He opened his eyes forcefully; blood red replacing the white linings of the sockets in his face. An older man stood in the frame, his hands placed tightly behind his back.
"Gentlemen," his voice was overworked, overused; an indication of his age, "I apologize for my tardiness."
Vegeta looked him over, his dominance swirling in his chest as he took in the man's stature. He was the scientist that The Council hired? Vegeta mulled over the idea if incredible strength meant lack of actual brain cells.
His narcissism took over and he quickly refuted the ideology.
The old man shot his gaze towards the prince; his blue eyes staring coldly back at the onyx irises. Had he been anyone else, any other race, he would have shivered at the frost bitten glare.
"Prince Vegeta, am I correct?" The old man twisted his face into something of a smile, closing his eyes and walking to the empty seat. "Why, you're everything I've heard of and more."
"Oh?" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, "and what exactly is that supposed to mean, old man?"
"No harm intended, I assure you," he clicked in his seatbelt and sat back, sighing, "I'm sure everyone in Klaywim has heard of the Prince of all Saiyajins. But sad to say, my knowledge of you and your race comes directly from The Council, I'm afraid."
"Hmmph, a pity. They've told us nothing of you," his tone was laced in threat, spilling from his tongue like a serpent's venom.
"Not surprising, I'm more behind the scenes." He flipped a few switches and pressed some buttons, giving the craft a lightshow as they flashed various colors. "My peers call me Dr. Gero."
"Dr. Gero," Nappa scoffed, "with a title like that, I'm sure we would have heard your name a few times."
"Well my boy, I'd say I let my inventions do the talking for me," he typed coordinates into the computer in the center, his tongue dangling over the side of his lips, "I'm sure you boys have run into your fair share of robo-techs in the Citadel."
"Wow, you made those?" Kakarot placed his hands on his knees in awe. "You must be smart to have done something like that! Sunaru is the only planet that's advanced enough to have robo-techs around."
"Well thank you for the compliment lad," Dr. Gero chuckled, dimming the lights in the craft and releasing the final hatch, "I suppose it's what put me in the graces of The Council. After all, they are trusting me to accompany you warriors with such an important mission as this. Prepare for takeoff, men." He sat back as the spacecraft began its hovering; the engine roaring to life and vibrating the bottoms of their feet. The familiar pull of the ascension overcame them, pressing them to the backs of their seats as if they would sink through. The milky dome of the Citadel separated to let them through the glass; the red ribbon of the rising suns greeting them. Within moments, the red faded to a haunting black as the quiet of space crept on them, swallowing them in its dark abyss.
When the roar of the engine dulled to an afterthought, Vegeta cleared his throat. Dr. Gero turned his head to look at him, his wisps of white hair playing across his cheeks.
"What did The Council inform you about this mission, old man?"
Dr. Gero's expressionless face taunted him, his eyes locked against the prince's own, his thin lips sealed into a firm line. Vegeta shook his head swiftly, prompting him to answer the question. A growl ignited in his belly, slivering upwards through his body like a snake urging its freedom.
"Only that something has appeared on Enut, and whatever it is makes them nervous," Gero coughed and turned his head back to the front, staring out of the cockpit. "Seems they would like me to take some samples and figure out what it is exactly. After you all have killed them, that is."
"Killed them?" Raditz laughed in disbelief, "just last night, the old green man seemed as if he would shit his pants if we fought them. Now you're telling us that's what we're supposed to do?"
"I suppose," Gero said matter-of-factly as he played with the thick white hair that adorned his upper lip, earning himself a grunt from Vegeta, "I'm not privy to fighting and battles and what have you, but if these creatures are anything like they've been described then I fathom they won't let me sample them so easily."
"So we're mainly accompanying you," Vegeta shook his head in disbelief, laughing, "figures. The weakness oozes out of you. I could cup it and sell it on the streets of the Citadel as a prank."
Nappa and Raditz laughed at the cruel taunt, while Gero kept his face forward, his lips not breaking their lock. "What's wrong, old man? Has your tongue dried up?"
Finally, Gero turned to face him, his cold eyes burning the flesh of Vegeta's face. "Your tongue is a serpent within itself," he stated flatly, turning back to his position.
Vegeta's arms uncrossed, hanging limply in his lap. His breathing increased as his eyes narrowed, the air escaping from his lips coming out in short huffs. "Where did you learn such a saying?"
"I'm not sure what you mean, young man."
"Don't play coy, fool," he barked, sitting straighter in his seat, "that serpent tongue bullshit. That is not an average saying and I demand to know where you've heard it."
"Oh, that old saying? It was something said between my old colleagues and me. No harm no foul; it just means that you have a deadly wit to your words."
"And what are the odds that anyone else would know such a saying?" Vegeta pressed, feeling the tightness in his muscles convulsing.
"The probability is very low, considering all the inhabitants of my planet are dead." He shot him a quick glance, "why do you ask?"
"That's none of your concern, irrelevant human," Vegeta slammed his back in his seat, closing his eyes in annoyance. He dare not admit that the words struck him oddly, a mockery of the one named Bulma's own phrasing. It would then be known that he was still sulking over her mystery, and that was not a flaw he was ready to wear.
Gero studied his face for a few more moments, wondering what possessed the Saiyajin prince to ask such a question. Surely a statement such as his held no true weight other than a play on words, right?
It did not appear that he would get his answer, and he turned back, soaking in the silence that fell upon them.
oooOOOooo
Planet Enut was desolate; it's creamy sand taking up the majority of the planet.
They landed in the same spot The Council's army had; their spacecraft dirty with smudges of sand and isolated. The quiet of the area was deafening, the bodies of the men killed nowhere in sight.
Vegeta spit in the dirt and was glad to see its texture still soiled as he wiped his foot over it. His keen senses picked up activity not too far ahead of him, and his fellow Saiyajins looked in the same direction, clearly recognizing it too.
"What is it, men?" Dr. Gero dusted off his black pants, his long white lab coat dancing in the wild winds.
"There's something moving up ahead," Kakarot nodded, the only one that felt inclined to answer, "and it's more powerful than I thought."
"Scared, Kakarot?" Vegeta chuckled, looking back at the younger warrior, "do you need to turn around and go home?"
He scowled at Vegeta's taunting, walking next to him and straightening his posture. "Absolutely not, Vegeta. But you're lying if you say that the power level on that thing doesn't make you shiver."
Vegeta scoffed, although Kakarot's words hit him a little too close to home. From the moment he exited the craft, the thick and overwhelming aura of the creatures made his belly flip, and not in the good way.
"I wish I could have the same feelings as you all," Dr. Gero stepped past the Saiyajins, using his hand as a shield against the bright sun overhead, "sadly, I am but a human."
"Tch," Vegeta retorted disgustingly, "and don't you ever forget it either." He ignored whatever look Gero tossed him and led the group through the sands, his eyesight tunneled to the intimidating power.
It didn't take them long to find it, as the bellowing rumbled the ground, bringing the Saiyajins and Gero to a standstill. Gero's eyes widened at the shaky ground, clutching his chest in fear. "You weren't lying, my boy," he whispered, "that sounds extremely dangerous."
"Quiet your tongue," Vegeta interrupted, raising his hand. The vibrations of the creatures moans ricocheted against his ear drum, the sensitivity of his hearing heightened. He moved like a hound on the trail of its prey, afterimages pooling behind him. The other Saiyajins followed him, Kakarot stopping to grab on to Gero in the process. They moved fast toward the creature's direction and came upon it, its mucky exterior moving around unstably.
"What the hell?" Raditz grimaced, his mouth turning in disgust. "That killed The Council's pathetic squadron?"
"It is more dangerous than it looks, Raditz," Kakarot warned, crouching low in a defensive stance, "there's no way it would show itself as being so weak."
The creature appeared as if it was made out of dirty water; blue and blacks forming together in a weird jelly fusion. It held no form, but stood tall, hovering mere inches from the sandy ground. The bellowing increased and decreased its volume, although it had no mouth (or any face for that matter), and Vegeta began to grit its teeth at the sludge thing.
"I will not stand back and watch this as if it could best me in battle," he elevated from their watch point, his frequency blowing sand in his comrade's faces.
"Wait, Vegeta!" Kakarot flew after him, Raditz and Nappa on his heel.
Vegeta ignored him, his fists balled tightly as he flew directly for his target. He screamed a battle cry, letting his power surge around him in a glow, a flame arrowed rocket ready to explode in theatrics. The creature wobbled in its position, appearing to turn in Vegeta's oncoming attack. Vegeta flew directly into its side, his fist winning the race as it settled on its jiggly flesh.
The impact bounced off of the creature's exterior and sent Vegeta tumbling backwards, his head hitting the sand before his bottom.
He sat up, enraged, holding his injured fist. He removed the white glove with his teeth, studying the red and swollen flesh of his wrist. He snarled as he surveyed the damage, his adrenaline kicking in as he flew into the air once more, his palm perched in front of his chest.
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" he roared, fangs bearing. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?" Several ki blasts emerged from his hand, landing straight for the creature below. The blasts caused the sand to smoke out around the thing as Vegeta continued his barrage of attacks. He yelled out in unison, throwing his rage and energy into his tantrum.
He quickly drew his breath and huffed when he felt like he had done enough. The sand smoke began to dissipate as a satisfactory smirk played upon the corners of his lips.
"No one - man or thing alike - will make a fool out of Prince Vegeta."
The sand fell to the ground like a heavy weight as a low rumble began to shake the ground. Vegeta looked down as a mini quake ruptured through the beige terrain, his eyes shooting back to his opponent in shock. The bellowing grew in intensity; the thing had become infuriated at the failed attack.
"There's no fucking way," Nappa whispered in disbelief, "that was a strong attack!" He turned swiftly to Vegeta, his body sagging in the air. "Vegeta…"
"Quiet, Nappa!" Vegeta ran his hand through his thick mane as he prepared for the next attack. If his ki blasts wouldn't work, surely he had something that would.
As his mind registered on his next move, the creature surrounded him, squeezing his body tightly as it trapped him in its goo. Despite the lack of a mouth, Vegeta could feel it taunting him, mocking his failed attempt at beating the thing. He struggled to catch his breath as it constricted his chest, his neck growing hot at the lack of oxygen. The power was relentless, and he knew that it wasn't even trying.
Nappa and Raditz began to pummel the creature as well; using their unadulterated strength to no avail. They wanted to try their ki blasts as well, but after watching Vegeta's show, they knew it was pointless.
"What the fuck?!" Raditz complained breathless, "how the hell does this thing not have any give way?"
"This son of a bitch is strong," Nappa replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead, "I hate to say it, but it almost reminds me of Frieza."
Raditz eyes widened at the sudden realization. He had seen Frieza take on many enemies, crushing them with pure delight and ease. Raditz had always thanked his lucky stars that he had never had to go against the cruel beast, but was he so unfortunate to have to do it now?
Time was running short, the muffled grunts of Vegeta proving it. He could feel his power seeping down into nothing, the world becoming white noise around him. The quieter his surroundings got, the louder the phantom taunts became, filling his head with images of himself portrayed as foolish. He pulled as much strength as he could fathom, sending it through his body in shockwaves, but the tight hold on his frame did not give and now he was tired.
And then, Vegeta was flying towards the ground.
He opened an eye as he felt his power slowly drawing back into him, watching the creature fall to the ground. Kakarot was on its side, his mouth snarled as he pushed the thing back, red light engulfing the both of them. The shock of Kakarot being able to do what he could not gave him the second wind he needed. He flew back up before his head crashed against the ground, the spikes of his hair tickling the sand. With a roar, flying in the direction of the beast.
"OUT OF THE WAY KAKAROT!" he powered up the remaining energy he could, ignoring his body's protest otherwise.
Kakarot looked at his defensively, his lip curled over his teeth. "I can beat him, Vegeta! I almost got him!"
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY, THIRD CLASS!" At his tone full of authority and stubbornness, Kakarot reluctantly stepped to the side as Vegeta's palms grew purple.
"Galick Gun!" He screamed, lavender light exploding to the creature, completely obliterating it. As Vegeta checked to make sure the thing was indeed destroyed, he gave in to the nagging pull of exhaustion, the ground rapidly rising to meet his feet.
Nappa caught him before he could spill on the ground, and Vegeta had no energy to pull himself away, his eyelids droopy.
"That was dangerous, Vegeta," Nappa roughly scolded, "to use the Galick gun when you had so little energy. Your father had barely taught it to you before—"
"Fuck….you….Nappa…..," Vegeta wheezed, feeling the exhaustion settling on him.
Raditz walked to the scene, standing next to his younger brother. He looked from the messy hairs of Kakarot's head to the scattered jelly of the creature on the sands. "Kakarot," he chewed over his words, trying to decide if they were savory enough to say, "what the hell was that?"
Kakarot struggled to keep his breath, looking up to meet the quizzical stare of his brother. "Vegeta beat him, that's what."
"Don't sass me, you asshole!" Raditz gathered the material of Kakarot's armor, pulling him close to smell the sweat that stained his skin. "How did you manage to topple that thing over so quickly? Even Vegeta couldn't do anything! The only reason that his Galick Gun worked was because you weakened it. Now tell me how, damnit!"
Kakarot let his eyes wander over Raditz face, finding the answer difficult to give himself. "I don't know, Raditz," he said lowly, "I just felt the power and I acted on it. Something about seeing Vegeta like that…"
Raditz studied his face for several more moments before tossing Kakarot aside, the younger Saiyajin landing on his buttocks on the sand. Raditz towered over him, his fists clenched. "Vegeta won't be happy with you when he gathers his strength. A third class should never be stron…" he stopped, not daring to finish the sentence due to the potency of his words. He glared at Kakarot again, scowling before turning away from him and heading towards Nappa and Vegeta.
Kakarot lay in the sand, raising his knee and resting his arm on it. He cursed under his breath, knowing that Vegeta would throw a tantrum when he had the time to really sit and think about what had happened. Kakarot was no idiot; he also knew the loaded weight of Raditz accusation. A third class should never be stronger than the prince, but he should also never be stronger than his older brother.
Footsteps approached him and he lifted his head to see Gero coming towards him, gathering a glass cylinder from a bag on his side.
"Glad to see you're not hurt," Kakarot said as he grew closer.
"I already told you, young man," Gero knelt and gathered some of the jelly into the cylinder with prongs, "I'm no expert at battles. I know when to shield myself from the cruelty of danger."
Kakarot nodded, admiring the way the doctor was unperturbed at the recent battle. Perhaps it was his lack of feeling out power levels or maybe it was just his nature. Either way, Kakarot found himself quite envious.
"This'll do," Gero stood, sealing the cylinder in a plastic bag and putting it away in his sack. "I suppose we should head back so I can do proper research on this monster, eh?"
"I guess so," Kakarot said, his eyes picking up on Nappa and Raditz escorting the barely conscience Vegeta back to the spacecraft.
"Well, come along then," Gero turned and headed in the same direction, whistling a tune as he went. Kakarot watched him, wondering what it must be like to not have to worry about the things he had to.
He stood, wiping the sand off his spandex pants, reeling in the knowledge that it would be a long flight back to Sunaru.
oooOOOooo
Everything in his body ached.
As his eyes opened, the painfully bright white bulb damn near blinding him, a crash of memories surfaced to his dismay. He thought he dreamed it, or rather hoped he dreamed it, but the pulling of his muscles and the tightness in his lower back proved otherwise.
He had won, this much was true. But he had only won because of Kakarot.
A third class, one whose own father was laughed at behind the curtains of the royal court's throne room, had practically dominated the weird jelly creature; one that he could not.
The thought alone lined his tongue with the bitter taste of rage.
He sat up, his pointed hair coming in contact with the lamp above him and groaned. The room was empty, only the quiet hum of the bulb above his head filling the room. It was suffocating, almost as if the quiet was mocking him, teasing him about his almost failure.
He was a prince.
He was Vegeta.
And he required the help of Kakarot.
He screamed.
The harsh tones vibrated against the back of his throat, causing his mouth to dry and voice to become hoarse. When he felt as if he let enough go, he gathered himself and tried to calm his beast. Where was he, anyways? Vegeta hadn't fallen ill since coming to Sunaru, so any familiarities of infirmaries did not come upon him.
His feet touched the cold tile of floor as he moved from the metal slate. Nearby was a cup of water, half empty and surrounded by empty powdered packets. Medicine, perhaps, and he tossed it in the trash in a tantrum. He looked around the room once more, half sulking in the fact that he of all people had to be here, and decided the whole predicament was beneath him. The sulking, the infirmary, being weak- all of it. He hoped Kakarot enjoyed his brief moment of strength, because he vowed it would never happen again.
Putting on his white boots (with a bandaged hand that he had recently become aware of) he left the claustrophobic room, slamming the door in his wake.
Halfway down the long, slate grey hallway stood Nappa, his back resting against a set of double doors. At the sounds of Vegeta's footsteps, he raised his head, his eyes droopy.
"So you're finally awake, huh?"
Vegeta nodded at him in response, his crossing of arms demanding an update as to what had transpired in his mental absence.
"You've been out for half a day," Nappa pointed through the glass of the double doors, the ground on the other side bathing in the light of the second moon, "everyone else is back with The Council. I was told to wait for you so I could escort you there."
"For what?" Vegeta demanded, his mouth curving downwards in a scowl.
"Well, Beerus cracked a few jokes about you getting beaten by that thing," he cleared his throat when Vegeta's face darkened to a threat, "but when he asked what happened, nobody wanted to speak up. Even Kakarot kept his lips closed, and the fucking doctor was too busy shitting his pants to have paid any real attention to anything."
"He had better kept his mouth shut," Vegeta pushed past Nappa, swinging the double door with such force it sagged pathetically from the hinges. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to let some of his irritation spill.
"They want to hear your version of events, I guess," Nappa ran his tongue over the top of his teeth and sighed, "this is all fucking annoying if you ask me."
"Well it's a good thing no one did," Vegeta walked towards the parked hoverpods, leaving a cursing-under-his-breath Nappa behind.
As they entered The Council's chambers, he ignored the heated stares of Raditz and Kakarot, who sat at the feet of the stares. He would not grace him with acknowledgment of what had occurred; and if Kakarot brought him up he would knock the teeth from his mouth.
"Well, well, the prodigal prince has returned," Beerus cackled, moving a toothpick around his teeth, "didn't think I'd see you so soon, Vegeta."
"Tch," Vegeta made no motions to hide the blatant disrespect that was painted on his face, crossing his arms and throwing Beerus an angry stare, "the Prince of all Saiyajins will not be kept down by some jelly looking shit."
"Vegeta," Kaioshin pressed his palms against the table, choosing to not engage in his theatrics, "please tell us what happened on Enut. I wasn't expecting for you to have been in the infirmaries as long as you were, which only means that creature was stronger than I expected." Worry flashed across his face, his tiny nose crinkling up.
"What's there to say? It was there, it tried to kill us, but I defeated it. That's the story in a nutshell."
"Oh?" Beerus rose an eyebrow, his comical expression darkening to something more serious, "if that's the case, why didn't your men say something sooner? Or better yet, why were you so banged up? I saw you when you came off of the space craft, and I'll be damned if you looked like you were inching to death over something so minute."
Vegeta growled at his impudence, mentally striking Beerus down for daring to question his version of events. He closed his eyes and looked away before stating, "it was strong. Is that what you want to hear? It took more effort than I thought, more energy than I thought and I was exhausted."
"Huh." Whis studied the prince below, his senses picking up on the fact that something was missing from this story. "So it was strong, strong enough to practically kill you, but you managed to turn it around and become the victor? That's what I should presume?"
"Yes!" He practically shouted, turning his head abruptly to stare up at The Council, his eyes locked on Whis.
"My, my, such a temper," Whis moved his hand over his mouth, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, "I agree with Beerus. Why didn't your fellow Saiyajins relay that information? Especially Kakarot, I've yet to know him to be anything but a truth teller. What is it that is not being said?"
"We wanted to wait for him," Raditz said, burning his eyes on Kakarot's cheek, "it's Saiyajin honor that our prince handle our affairs; speaking in regards to something concerning him without his presence is dishonorable." His quickest rebuttal, while not completely untrue, seemed to satisfy Vegeta, who relaxed his shoulders.
"And you, Kakarot? Are these events said considered to be true?" Whis cocked his head as he waited for a reply.
Kakarot nodded slowly, unable to swallow the truth as it stained his mouth.
"I suppose then we will have to take it to be true, Whis," Kami coughed, "as you have stated, I have yet to know the one called Kakarot to be a liar. Let us believe them and be done with it."
"Hmph," Beerus sat back and crossed his hands behind his head, "you're just as bad as Whis; sentimental and crap."
"Dr. Gero study cells," Popo announced, looking around at the members present in the room, "We wait for results to move forward."
"I agree, Popo," Kaioshin took a deep breath and sat back in his chair, drooping his head, "he says it will take a few days to gather an analysis. I suppose in the meantime we just have to wait. Regardless of what happened on Enut, at least the creature is dead. In the meantime, we can analyze the results to better prepare in case this happens again."
"Fascinating," Vegeta stated, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "can me and my men go now?"
"Not so fast, prince of all impatience," Beerus snorted at his own joke, "while you were out on vacation, Kaioshin here found something interesting regarding that woman you brought in here."
"Why does that concern me?" Vegeta snarled, "you and I both know that is Kakarot's problem."
"If I recall, I made it your problem. Do you wish to argue with me about it?"
Vegeta took a deep breath and lowered his head, cursing under his breath. He knew he did not stand a chance against Beerus, especially with The Council so close to his aid. He shook his head but remained silent.
"Good. Now Kaioshin, if you will."
"Yes," Kaioshin cleared his throat and moved to the projection screen, turning it on with the light from his hand. "I thought the woman looked familiar, so I did a bit of research with her facial scans."
"Facial scans?" Kakarot finally spoke, "when did you get a chance to scan her?"
"Well, we didn't scan her per se; you have all met Dr. Gero. He is solely responsible for the technological advancement on Sunaru, from his robo-techs to his security systems and computers. Every person who enters these chambers has their DNA analyzed as well as their facial features added into the system. It's his latest security invention, and in this case it proved to be quite handy." Chi-Chi's face came on the screen in multiple angles, all from her visit to The Council's room. "This woman is the daughter of King Gyumao, the late ruler of Planet Firmox. The entire planet was destroyed during Frieza's torment, but it seems that Princess Chi-Chi escaped. How or when we aren't sure, but never the less she is here now on Sunaru."
"A princess, really?" Kakarot grabbed the back of his head, "Bulma did say she was from royalty."
"Who?" Kaioshin's face contorted to confusion.
"Nothing, nothing," Kakarot waved his hand, "I'm sorry, please continue."
Kaioshin made a mental note of that, and continued. "Planet Firmox was one of the first planets that announced their support of this Council's cause. Hearing that they met such an unfortunate fate was unsettling, and now we are inclined to make sure that Chi-Chi is in the best hands."
"I have deposited 100,000 credits into your bank, Vegeta," Whis spoke, "and I would like you to use those credits on the princess. From her state of dress, I suppose that she is in need of much attire, so please escort her to the casual district of the Citadel. Take her to the finest of shops and let her have her fill. Make sure that she has enough food, and necessities, as well as making sure that the person who is taking care of her is well taken care of."
"What!?" Vegeta stomped his foot, baring his fangs, "that is not part of my duties! I am not playing escort to some woman!"
"She isn't just some woman, Vegeta," Kaioshin flashed him a ghost of a smile, "she's a princess."
"So fucking what!? I'm a prince!"
"A prince of a race who helped destroy this galaxy!" Beerus stood, resting his weight on his palms that anchored on the table, "You should consider yourself lucky that you can even stand in my presence. I wanted you dead, Prince Vegeta, you're an evil son of a bitch who probably has nothing to offer this world other than your own selfish desires! But that one," he pointed to Kakarot, "apparently thinks different of you. I have very low expectancies, and I'm counting down the days when we have to destroy Vegetasai for good, so don't compare yourself to actual royalty!"
Vegeta's sight flashed red, his blood boiling as he barely suppressed his rage. His chest moved frantically as his breathing escalated.
"Now, now, Beerus, surely you could have said that differently," Whis sang, giving a gleeful smile, "but he is right, Vegeta. It is your responsibility to make sure she is taken care of, and we fully expect you to do that. Otherwise, we may have to revoke your probation and send you to the slave laborers on Vegetasai. Surely you don't want it to come to that?" At Vegeta's silence, his clapped his hands together. "Excellent! You should go get a good night's sleep, you look awful. The bank opens tomorrow at the rising of the second sun, I expect you to be up by then. I'll send a robo-tech to wake you!"
Vegeta wanted to hear no more of their babble, his palm growing hot as his ki threatened to spill out from his palm and start a revolution in the chambers. He growled and left, uncaring as to whether or not his fellow comrades followed behind him.
The only thought that seemed to soothe his irritation was the promise of sleep; being unconscious did nothing to sate his exhaustion. Besides, it appeared as if he had a full day tomorrow.
oooOOOooo
A/N: Sorry to stop here, but it would have been too long to continue. Besides, next chapter we will get full on Vegeta/Bulma interactions (sorry about her absence in this chapter)
Don't expect this to be the last you'll hear of the creature, things are only heating up.
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