A/N: Here's the second chapter! Enjoy and review! This is for you GlOwStIcKcAnDyGuRl!
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Chapter II – Five purgers…or more?
It was early morning and the sun was creeping up its sister coming right after it, Adamanteru and Izukumi, the twin suns of planet Vegetasei. The temperature would be climbing up fast after the sunrises.
The spacepod landing and launching area was buzzing with Saiyajins ready to go on a purge, talking with their comrades, making last minute preparations and plans. The purge journeys always started at morning and ended when the mission was completed or when the special time limit was up.
Kakarott adjusted his boots, leaning on his spacepod and just watched the crowd. He was early as always. Making last minutes preparations and check-ups, but this time he felt that nothing would be enough for this mission.
He knew this would be his last purging mission, but he'd be damned if he just gave up like that. And why them? Had they been picked randomly amongst the hundreds other teams? And then there was the fact none seemed to know anything. He had his doubts that only their team and the person who assigned the whole thing knew who was going to purge that Kami forsaken mudball.
" Damn it…I should have gotten laid before this rather than spend my last hours gazing at the stars…At least a nice fuck would have left me a satisfied dying man…" he muttered quietly.
Six pods launched off at distance with a loud boom and Kakarott remade his blood red bandana and checked was his hair still tightly in its ponytail. You never knew when someone would come and try to kill him and see the resemble…The young Saiyajin had managed to avoid so far some clearly 'life-threatening' situations which were ordered by his father or brothers.
" Hey! Kakarott! Here early again! What's da mission!" a voice shouted from the crowd and Kakarott jerked his head up at it. It was Totepo.
" The routine…jus' one more nameless mudball…" he replied with a smirk. Just could the other hurry? He didn't exactly like Totepo that much. He didn't like the fact that the elder Saiyajin towered about one and half feet above his head. Even if he was stronger.
" Oh…ya know…?" Totepo came closer with conspired manner. " There's a rumor sayin' that this whole thing was ordered by King himself and even his closest men doesn't know a thing…"
Kakarott's eyes widened slightly in shock but that was all that showed of it. By the King himself!
" Jus' to let ya know…" and Totepo vanished to spread the rumor to other third classes at the hangar area. Something was up…
" Hey! Mr. Leader!" Bulma's perky voice broke in suddenly and he turned to see his team standing there smiling in defeated manner. He cocked an eyebrow.
" What's matter? Ya all look like ya damn are marching to death."
Bulma rolled her rich blue eyes and snorted. " If ya haven't noticed…newsflash! We're!"
" Then why ya're 'ere, Bulma?" Kakarott smirked tauntingly. Good old Bulma. You could almost always trust on her. Kuririn cracked a slight smile at her antics.
" Ya couldn't even get outta of your pod without breaking your whiny little neck in progress…Now let's go!" and she tromped over her pod getting inside with audible huff. Kakarott smirked. They might have hope after all.
With these thoughts the purging team doomed to die went in their pods and launched off. A shadow in the side alley gave satisfied grunt. The team had accepted the mission. He had thought they may not do it… even they were third classes and disobeying your superiors led to death or slavery. But there hadn't been any kind of hesitance…
The figure turned his back at the crowd and walked deeper into the dark abandoned alley. The team members had been quite small built and short people. The girl with stunning greenblue hair and eyes…lithe and barely over 5,2 feet. The other and taller woman around 5,6 feet…That short male 5,1 with short spiky hair with protector in his lower arm…Then there was this more of a right height 6,4 feet tall guy…And the man with hair in a ponytail and wild front spikes and a scar horizontally across his nose…Funnily he brought in his mind his first hand and the General of his army; Bardock. There was something so same in the posture he stood and in that taunting smirk…and now that he thought about it the front spikes actually matched the pattern and the face was almost identical to Bardock's minus the scar over nose and add it to cheek.
The King shook his head. It wasn't possible and Saiyajins tended to look like each other…He shrugged it off and took in air. He needed to be ready at tonight's ball…
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Prince Vegeta, the future King of planet Vegetasei grinned smugly to himself. He was such a genius. He had risen early, way too early to his liking though, but was happy with the results. He had already checked the transmitter's memory and database and as he had predicted they were wiped off. Not even a trace of possible information was left.
But there's another ways of finding out things old man…Vegeta thought devilishly. It wasn't a hard task to get hands on today's purging list…
Vegeta scanned thru the papers making quick notes. It was some of the teams displayed on the list, but which one? The list only held two Upper Class teams…which was rare. So it had to be one of them.
The prince frowned.
No. It was too obvious. His father was far more complicated than that and would count on somebody prying the info. Surely there was someone else doing the same thing just now in separated quarter of the palace…
Vegeta concentrated. Think think! He lazily eyed the paper in front of him and felt sudden urge to blast it to smithereens until a certain name caught his eyes…He quickly read the notes.
" Kuririn's team No. 672 Four members (+ one unofficial): Bulma – third class Cornua – third class Kakarott – third class Kuririn – third class Meataro – third class Target: Vierasei38"
Vierasei38…If his memory served him right the planet had been purged couple of years ago…He'd read the report himself and accepted it when the old man had been too busy accept some purge reports back then.
A smug smile crept upon his handsome face. The old man made a mistake for not checking the status of Vierasei38. He doubted none even remembered about Vierasei38. Just a planet among others. The only reason he remembered it was 'cause it was his first purge report to be checked ever and the name had stuck on his mind. It was weird what kind of things the memory picked up…
So, he sent a third class team to purge Yarogasei….a third class team no less! But he had to check one thing first.
After a while he strolled in the main computer room scaring the shit out of the staff working in there. " I need the status report of planet Vierasei38 now!" he barked and the man sitting in front of the main database which held every single detail of purged and unpurged planets flew to action.
The clicking of the buttons and the prince's intense stare and impatient tapping of a foot were enough to sped up the searcher's working will and motivation.
" There you go my prince." Them man said shakily with a bow and Vegeta stepped closer to the screen. A smirk appeared on his face.
" He's clever…too clever…" Vegeta muttered his thoughts aloud earning curious looks from the staff in the room who tired not to look interested. The old status of the planet was back and it was listed to be purged today. I'm the only one who knows, he realized. The other information pryers wouldn't have a chance due to this fact 'cause he was the only person who knew Vierasei38's truth. Like some fate was intertwining with everything.
The King must have put up the status himself. He'd hardly trust the palace staff and be so stupid as told them to do it and leave witnesses…Vegeta was beginning to be quite sure that the team's status had been fake as well.
" Gotcha!" he smirked and stormed out of the room leaving the flabbergasted group behind. He had a mission and now all he needed was a crew. The prince had always wondered how the purging missions really were like…
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Juuhachi felt her head almost explode. Some of the visions had just changed drastically and many possibilities had disappeared in a snap. She shook her head. Whatta hell had one of the person in question done?
" Juuhachi? What's the matter?"
" I'm okay, your Majesty, just little lost in thought." The blond replied. The Queen gave a skeptical glance but decided to drop the matter. Her blond Guard was beginning to zone off too often. Like she saw something nobody else did see and then there was the fact she was never surprised of anything. And her coloring…
" Okay then we can go and try on our dresses for the ball!" the Queen chirped happily and bounced out of the room as Juuhachi almost face vaulted. Sometimes she just wondered about the Queen…
She crunched up her face in dislike. The ball in the evening. Again. An uncomfortable and probably ridiculously colored fancy dress. Yay. Juuhachi gave a slight shake and followed the Queen.
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ChiChi glared at the mirror. She was wearing a skin tight white dress with silver straps that criss-crossed her back and white gloves up to her upper arm. Her hair was pulled up into a mass of curls on top of her head and two slightly curly locks framed her face.
She had some silver glitter in her hair and silver eye shadow. She looked absolutely stunning.
ChiChi frowned. She wasn't as muscular and good-shaped as Bulma was because of the lack of training but that thing would change radically in the future.
" Oh ChiChi darling!" her mother Margarite cooed from downstairs of their huge mansion. " Our carriage (limousine, they just call it a carriage) is here. We're leaving!"
" Coming mother!" she yelled back. And took one last glance at the mirror. She wasn't a damn doll, which males could buy! ChiChi descended the stairs gracefully towards her waiting parents.
" Darling! You look absolutely beautiful! The men in the ball will be fascinated when they see you! You'll find a mate in no time just as you're meant to be!" Exclaimed Gyomao her father dressed in fancy decorative armor. ChiChi smiled and blushed though it was all false. She wanted to puke. Her father was such a chauvinist 'sometimes'…!
" Thank you father. Shall we?" she asked and they made their way to the carriage which would transport them to the Royal palace. This would be a long long night.
Sometimes she wondered was there anyone else who hated going into these things as much as she did. Hardly. ChiChi briefly wondered what Bulma would say and do if she was to go into a ball. Probably laugh her ass off first then just shrug it off saying that shit wasn't for her and ask for the next purge mission.
The raven haired girl looked up at the dimming evening sky. She was probably off in the space in some distant planet clearing it with her friends. If she would just have a chance…
The driver drove to the Royal palace.
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ChiChi smiled charmingly and took a little sip from her drink; champagne. (It's horrible stuff I tell you! My mom let me taste it once and ugh!) She held particularly no attachment to the drink; It was shit to her but if you sipped it just right it didn't taste as bad.
She felt another lustful gaze in her back and felt an urge to growl and lash out at the person. The only option was to ignore everything and look happy and obvious. She could almost image herself kicking the man in the 'family jewels'.
She needed a break. Badly. And what was more nicer than the good old I-need-to-powder-my-cute-little-nose. She excused herself from her parents presence saying she needed to fix her make up to attract more males. Gyomao grinned in delight.
And other shit, she thought to herself and exited the huge dome shaped ballroom located in the highest floor. It had high blue windows in every direction, trimmed with gold and silver patterns.
ChiChi walked through the corridors looking for some spot to relax out of the sight of the other visitors and servants. She came upon a narrow corridor and looked at it. It was mostly abandoned. She walked little along it and then leaned against the cold white marble wall. Resting her head against it ChiChi slid on the floor, fuming.
" If I just could…I'd kick the shit out of them all! Wring their pitiful necks….and definitely make sure they'd lost the fatherhood! Fuck it…all…to HELL!" she screamed and punched the floor she sat on and made a fist sized hole. " If I'd just have a fricken chance…"
" HEY! YOU!"
She whirled around. Damn! Someone found her!
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Juuhachi stood as cold as always little behind her Queen in her silver dress. It was simple but showed more cleavage that she liked. Only plus was that the gown was actually somewhat tolerable and nothing like the last one. The red would haunt her for the rest of her life.
The blond let her gaze wander around the room piercing people with her gaze like a ki blast. One of her rare amusements.
The visions had been down for a while and had set in for one future. Only few random possibilities floated around. She sighed in relief. The whole thing was beginning to make sense but she still couldn't see forward.
" Rosichena, Where's our son?" the King barked annoyed that his son hadn't made an appearance yet. He hoped that the slimy bastard wasn't gonna ditch this one too! There was more females around than ever and his son needed to find a mate.
" He isn't here?" Rosichena asked little sad that her son didn't appreciate their parties earning a grunt from her mate. Juuhachi rolled her eyes; No duh!
" The prince was behaving oddly earlier today King Vegeta," Bardock said besides the King and looked thoughtful. " He had this strange glint in his eyes…and he was grinning like a Chesire cat muttering something about fool. I believe he killed another guard. The stuff in the main computer room was scared shitless."
" Pshes! The brat is too arrogant and short tempered for his own good. Probably playing one of his games again." The King answered briefly indicating the conversation was over of the topic and watched as people were having a good time, sitting behind the tall blue-clothed table in his throne.
Juuhachi smirked just noticeably. The prince seemed to be the only one with right mind. She'd too ditch if she could. She'd-
A wave of new possibilities and vision assaulted her mind and she had to do anything not to show it. Someone had damn again done something drastic! When she'd get her hands on some of them…In a vision a girl existed the room. Juu quickly scanned the crowd. There!
A raven haired girl in white went thru the giant doors. Could it be? One of the persons who affected the visions, possibilities and future! She had to find out! She excused herself saying she needed to check something and hurried out of the ballroom.
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His Royal Majesty Prince Vegeta was sneaking around the palace. He had a plan and it involved secrecy and a crew. He cursed silently to himself. From where the hell he'd pull out a crew? Two three Saiyajin first class warriors would do fine but where to find warriors not blindly loyal to his father and with some brains?
A hard task indeed. But first he needed to get himself an armor of a first class purger. And a disguise. His hair was way too known around the planet and the universe. Now he could have use for a good friend…
He padded silently but fast through the red-carpeted corridors. Where the hell was the armor room! It was surely around there somewhere. Vegeta wasn't sure of the location but he knew it was located near the ballroom.
Great! If I'm caught I'll be dragged there and forced to dance with those cling-ons called females…he thought surly, readjusting his Royal Armor's uncomfortable shoulder straps. He really needed to get padding on those things.
" If I just could…I'd kick the shit out of them all! Wring their pitiful necks….and definitely make sure they'd lost the fatherhood! Fuck it…all…to HELL!" Vegeta heard someone yell. It was a woman's voice. His eyebrows knitted. Pretty nifty threats… " If I'd just have a fricken chance…"
A loud crack echoed in the corridor. What was going on! What chance! Vegeta became intrigued. Better check it out…
He walked around the corner silently. On the floor back against the wall was sitting into a white ball gown dressed female, fist buried inside the floor. She looked angry.
" HEY!YOU!" Vegeta yelled and the girl whirled around, startled. Her eyes widened when her eyes fixed on him. She quickly jumped on her feet dusting herself and looking down little ashamed.
" Prince Vegeta… I…uh?" she stammered and hastily bowed as Vegeta glared at her. " What are you doing here? The ball is held in other room and this is definitely a wrong address." The prince barked. Great, another cling-on…
ChiChi kept her gaze on the floor but rolled her eyes. Well it definitely ain't here I know that! She thought hotly. She'd need to find another hiding place after the prince went away.
" I was only going to powder my nose, my prince." She replied." And I got lost, my prince."
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. Got lost? Hardly. When you're lost you wander around headlessly and don't bang your fist through floors or curse men into the lowest hell.
" I doubt it, girl." He stated. ChiChi froze for a second and Vegeta noticed it. " So what's the real reason you're here destroying my palace floors!" he demanded. " Well?"
ChiChi was panicking. The prince was known of his temper and habit of blasting people who didn't please him. She'd had to think something fast. Or maybe the truth would do just fine…
" I happen to hate balls and those leering chauvinist idiots in there who think with the other end rather than with their brains! They disgust me, my prince and I'd rather be on a purging mission than playing a mindless doll for idiot bastards who suck the big time and are the fucking biggest suck-ups in da planet! And to escape my damned chauvinist parents whose fucking world revolves around da getting me at mated to som' of those jerkos! And hell! It happens ta piss me off and ain't no bigger shit on da planet than these fricken balls!" she started calmly but got more heated when she thought about it and slipped accidentally to the third class way of speaking that she'd learned from Bulma and heard in bars. It was pretty catching if you listened it enough.
It was much easier to yell than using the proper language and yelling. ChiChi took a large inhale to continue then she realized what she was doing and to whom she was talking to. " Damn…" she breathed and prepared to be blasted.
The woman started her explanation and it got more heated and her timid and reserved facade went out of the window. She was staring straight at him and yelling with fiery eyes in this weird accent. Vegeta was more than shocked that the woman actually cursed and thought like that about parties and balls. And there was actually someone who was somewhat in the same lines with him!
The woman stopped and then realized what she was doing. Vegeta chuckled, amused. Pretty straightforward with opinions it seemed. Wait, did she say she'd rather be on a purging mission! It was a worth of try…but she was a female!
ChiChi peered curiously at the prince who seemed to be amused and lost in thought. She wasn't going to die? The whole situation in itself was strange and now this?
" Did you say that you'd rather be on a purging mission than attending the cursed ball?" Vegeta asked suddenly and ChiChi blinked. What was going on? The prince was watching her with seriousness in his black eyes. And the truth had gotten her this far…
" Yes, my prince."
" Then come with me. We're going on a purging mission! Let's get you an armor!" Vegeta said casually and smirked. ChiChi stared! " Whatta fuck! Ya're kidding ol' me?" she bellowed in shock and Vegeta was little thrown off balance. What it was with the weird speech and curse words! He could tell by the gown she was a lady but…she was little misbehaving for a lady right now.
Vegeta watched in interest as the girls face lit up in joy. Not exactly what he had excepted… The raven haired girl took a military pose and saluted.
" ChiChi, daughter of Gyomao and Magarite, first class, in you service, sire!" Vegeta almost cracked. The female was funny. Weirdly the thought of killing her from the beginning hadn't entered his mind at all.
" Now let's go and get you an armor and scouter, woman!" ChiChi almost snapped that she had a name but only nodded and scurried after the prince who tore down the corridor already. This was unbelievable! She was going to a mission!
Vegeta couldn't believe it. He had a one crew member. It was a female but whatta heck. She was amusing…and shorter than him. And seemed to have more brains than all females combined. Most females were always either as tall as he or taller and did he like it? Not a damn bit!
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Juuhachi stood behind the corner and listened the conversation taking place. The visions changed whole time depending on the words spoken. And giving her a headache. She couldn't believe it. Two people from her visions had met! That meant they'd meet the others concerned as well. Four more to go.
The blonde's brow furrowed. The prince was going on a mission? And the girl whose name was ChiChi was tagging along? Now way! They'll get their asses killed in there. And it was her duty as a Rare to protect the predicament.
Two pairs of feet ran off and Juu followed. And the Royal family's safety was basically on her shoulders too. If any problem came up she just tell she was looking after the prince. The prince Vegeta wouldn't like that but oh well…and she was getting bored already.
She tore down the corridors to the armor room with her super speed cracking some corners with the air pressure. Luckily it was the ball night and the corridors were empty of people and servants who were all making food in the kitchen or serving it in the ballroom. Unlike the prince she knew where the armor storage room was but it never was a waste to be there early. The prince was gonna blow a fuse…
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Juuhachi leant casually in the wall checking her nails as the prince and the girl came, her other leg crossed in front of another. The prince froze for a second before gaining his composure and ChiChi glanced uncertainly at the blonde girl. She had heard about the Queens mysterious Guardian with weird colors.
" Prince Vegeta." She saluted with a little nod.
" What you're doing here yellowhair?" he blurted and crossed his arms. Something was up. The yellowhair should have been standing behind his mother right now.
" I'm coming along, prince Vegeta." Juuhachi said nonchalantly and gave firm gaze.
Vegeta's eyes bugged. How did she know… " I have no idea what you're talking about!" he spat venomously. " Move or I'll remove you permanently!"
Juuhachi stepped out of the way knowing well that he meant it as Vegeta marched in the room and ChiChi followed little scared. She gave a suspicious look which held a silent question. Juuhachi looked away and followed them in.
" I believe my assistant would be good for you. The mission you're about to go is no ordinary and you know it. There's already purgers on the planet but it still isn't enough. Even your powers don't compare the rage they can create within their minds." She spoke calmly giving a knowing air in the room.
Vegeta whirled around and stared murderously. He hated when people were right. And how in the fuck she did know!
" Aren't you supposed to be in the ball guarding the Queen?" he said glaring more intensely.
" Aren't you supposed to be there looking for a mate, my prince?" She shot back. " Look. I'm bored out of my mind and guarding the Queen isn't exactly the most intriguing job around and just look at it this way; I'm guarding the Royal family so I'm not abandoning my vow. I'm coming."
Vegeta pondered her words. She would be a welcome help, not that he'd admit it, and it was more legal way for him to move around if he had one of the Guards with him. Besides Bardock and his family were there having an eye on the old man and Queen.
" Fine!" he shouted and turned to look for a right sized armor. Juuhachi smiled slightly. Even the prince was worried about purging the Yarogasei. She was already dressed in her battle armor, not that it was used that much….And he was going to Planet Yarogasei with two women…
Vegeta wondered shortly was he really in his right mind at the moment….
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" Almost like my own armor!" ChiChi exclaimed in excitement. Juuhachi took in her appearance. The make up was gone and her hair was in a high ponytail framing her head nicely in spikes. He armor was purple trimmed with white with darker purple part in the stomach and same colored shoulder straps. The under suit was a black whole-body suit and she had purple pads at her elbows and knees. The sturdy boots were simple white and her gloves were white as well.
ChiChi put on a scouter with green screen and smirked. This was going to be fun! She brushed her fringe with her hand and the spiky bangs returned to their place immediately. It had taken almost forever to get the hair spray out of it and now it was its own self again; spiky.
Juuhachi raised an eyebrow. It was a nice combo. But no first class would take such good choice of armor combo. The first classes didn't know that much of fighting except for sparring and training and an armor for a purging mission was vital.
" Good choice." The blonde said and ChiChi thanked her brightly, smiling almost maniacally. To Juuhachi she seemed to radiate energy and spirit around. ChiChi was thankful Bulma had lectured her about armor choice for a battle. Her own combo was almost exact replica of Bulma's armor which was light- and dark blue, with dark blue pads on knees and elbows. Only Bulma had green wrist protector on her right hand.
" Okay females! Let's go!" Vegeta emerged from the back of the room speaking harshly. He was dressed in white armor with golden stomach part and straps. His suit was royal blue and his gloves were white. The boots were sturdy and had gold tips. He adjusted the scouter covering his left eye and glared at the girls in the room.
Vegeta exited the room as the women followed in haste and set off towards the launching area.
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Kakarott woke up groggily. God he hated the stasis. He quickly checked through the computer and other gadgets in the small pod. Everything was fine. The air pressure was fine. The shields were still on. They'd be landing in five hours. Only five hours…
Normally he'd irritated at the time for taking so long but now he hoped it'd be ten hours or more better he hoped he didn't even need to be there. Damn mysterious person behind this all who obviously was the King. Why them?
Kakarott's brows knitted into a thoughtful expression. They were a third class team for Kami's sake! They had no chance! Even an Elite team would have huge problems! So why them? There was something behind this all, he knew it, that wasn't quite what it seemed.
Just for his amusement he began fiddling with his scouter. They were funny little things. So little devices could store so much information and tell you where your enemies were. None could hide from it. He played with the thought of fooling scouter somehow. Wouldn't that be interesting…
There had to be way of that. It had to have something to do with the energy… he fell on natural sleep. Only five hours…
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