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A/N so this chapter is very long. A lot of content was taken out and I'll input it into other chapters as we go along. This chapter wasn't supposed to be this long it's a filler!! Sorry for the wait.
Chapter Nine: Stop Saying Die
Then wake up.
Bulma opened her eyes and looked over her right shoulder. He was gone, again. Bulma gripped the black satin sheets with her clammy hands. "He was just here." With quickness she jumped out of the bed and was determined to find this man, Vegeta. She looked passed the off-white pillars up to the murky sky. It was still a deep purple. "I know I didn't sleep for a whole day." She took up her only piece of clothing by the side of the tub; his armor was where he left it. She slipped the white dress above her head pulling the fabric down to her thighs. She looked to the large decorated door that was partly open. A smile crept upon her face and she couldn't figure out why. Without a moment's pause she slipped out the door and the hall was pitch-black.
Bulma closed the door to the bedroom then turned left and kept her hand on the wall for guidance. She tiptoed passed the Kings Quarters and she didn't have to worry about Queen Adrizuya's room, it was on the far side of the palace. To the left of the hall's entrance were soldiers standing in front of a ship outside in the nighttime. This ship wasn't the carrier that she was captured on this one was much smaller. All the men in the lights wore MALX armor, and tight black clothe under-suits.
""Who goes there?"" Bulma panicked and pressed her body against the wall. This Saiyan was tall, tanned, and shined in the ship's lights with pulsating muscles. He alerted his other comrades with his booming voice as his vein pressed against his temple. Then she saw a pointy tip of hair. Yet her heart still refused to pace itself.
""It's nothing Brussill. Keep on track."" The large Saiyan straighten up and formed a line in front of the ship and the other Saiyans followed him. There were 15 or so Saiyans in line. Vegeta had his back leaning against the front of the ship. ""We have four stops to make and 26 days to complete it all. First, off to Planet Gil Ese… to only make talks men. Not for any horseplay, killing, or fucking. I swear we have a time limit and all these activities would be permitted if we had a longer time frame. If you leave the ship and because of your negligence you didn't read the Point-To-Point (PTP) then it's your fault. I will not come back for you. Second stop, Caprice, we will burn everything and take all the women to our next stop. Unlike Earth you will not keep what you find. Every girl found is a price, the more attractive the better. Our third stop is for a Northern Galaxy Section Service Station; Tre, there you'll have your reward. I don't care what you do; just read when my ship departs. Last is the Icijin Planet. We'll meet up with Frieza and take him back here. Any questions?"" Vegeta's voice was in the same authoritative quality with his closest men as if they were standards below him.
'I don't know why he has to be so strict.' Bulma mumbled in her head. She caught a peep of him talking to the armored soldiers and that when it hit her. The armor Vegeta just came 'home' with was still in the room. Vegeta had on a tight black bodysuit. He was without his MALX uniform and armor. She was going to make one wild and crazy move. Before thinking about it she cut the corner of the hall and waited behind boxes. "Ha! I'm going to sneak on that ship." She then bit her lip with the realization of her actually sneaking on a spacecraft was near insane.
""And the cargo area is off limits to everyone. That's where we'll house the women of Caprice. If I so, think you're headed towards the cargo area I'll blast your face off."" The back of ship was open and the back of the ship happened to be the cargo hold. Young dark hair Saiyan boys lugged metal crates with one arm soon they got all the matter inside and they reported to Vegeta. ""That's all."" One of the taller boys asked Vegeta if he could come closer to Vegeta. He nodded and the boy was up to Vegeta's shoulder whispering. Bulma couldn't hear them speak then the boys seemed to leave. The cargo door was still open and Vegeta's MALX team was headed onto the ship. It was her time to enter too.
Ten Thousand Years into the Future
""They told me that an immortal cannot be killed unless…unless I saw Krebs and took the Pearl from her."" I didn't understand his sudden calmness or the way his angered eyes flickered in the midst of it's purity. We know of each other through research and word of mouth. To declare that I essentially know my assassin is certainly not the truth. His face was not round with hope. His eyes were not big in bliss or euphoria. His memory had not retained me as I had retained his.
""So? You've come here with the intention to kill but without the tool to take my life."" His hand smashed at my wall. He could destroy my ship; the utter puissance he emitted. I could use him.
""Don't worry Krebs tested me. At the time I would have rather to beat you to death. So I took it upon myself to see if an immortal, is really that? You know what I was trained for and yet you stare at me. I WILL END YOUR LIFE!"" Again his anger rose higher against me.
""Tell me why did go you to see Krebs?"" His eyes looked worried as if he I had caught him in his lie. He tripped over some of his words and he bit at the bottom of his lip. His eyes were shaky, avoiding me; if I could I'd kill him for that. He was an immortal himself that would make sense. I could smell the Sea of Pulsar now. The smell beat into my memory like my preferred entrée. He was in favored to fight me but I had one thing to do and that wasn't to die here. ""Have you ever seen Pulsar?"" His pure white cloak covered his head. It reflected in the window and here was I this black destitute form…we are absolutely polar opposites.
""I really don't have a reason to answer to you."" He turned his back to me and had I been a younger form of me this form of disrespect would have been his death sentence. In these last thousands of years I've grown soft, not weak. This is the time.
""Do you know who I am?""
He turned back around and surprise struck his face yet again. What for? It was a simple question. ""Vegeta."" His mouth said in a whisper he looked gone and I tell you I didn't want to be there either. Time had told me this was the plan to end the life I so chosen. Had I gone and did it over... kill him now and still that time device and make everything...different. No, those eyes had condemned my thought.
""Did they tell you what I command?"" Of course he knew. Look at the reverence in his eyes any Saiyan in the sight of another holds this to be true.
""You're the King of Vegeta. I saw you in my day. I've actually visited the planet Vegeta many times to build my hate further. The breaking point for me was when a foreigner was slaughtered in front of the pavilion, for wanting his sister out of your greedy hands."" He fumed from his teeth, hissing, and carrying on in his anger.
""There were many of them. Be specific.""
""I don't have to and I shouldn't. You are not a part of me not with the evil that's in you.""
""Get over it! You're not that much a part of me you are much too human. You should have killed me without a question asked. That's how a SAIYAN does it. For your research you didn't study that fact. Have you ever killed anyone?""
""Don't worry about if I've ever taken a life. Be worry if you can keep yours."" I felt something shiver. A thought that hasn't came to my mind in 10 millennia. He could kill me. The thought was fear, true fear. My creation came with the task to finish me off. That has always been the plan but tonight will lead to a turn of events and I have to change a few things. I do not deserve to die this way but the one before me did and I found it the way I shall go too.
"Really! Shut up!" Her tongue plagued me with her eyes beaming in the Earth sun then her white and comatose body in the dirt. "Do you want to see your mother?"
""What did you say?"" He snapped.
""Boy, don't pretend that you didn't know what I said. Do you want to see your mother? You'll have your chance to see my death its fate.""
""King Vegeta dead huh! I like it."" His face met with mine and a smile crept on.
""King? Boy I am the Emperor of this entire quadrant. It only took a few thousand years and piles of dead kings. Boy and when my life is taken from me… will you come back announce my death and take over?""
""For what? That doesn't benefit me. This is some type of sick twisted way of having the last word.""
""It doesn't benefit anyone. You are my son?""
""Unfortunately I am.""
""Then unfortunately you have pristine royal Saiyan blood in you veins.""
""Pristine... that's what it's called? How can you die if you are an immortal?""
""The pearl will be there. You've jumped into dangerous waters with time travel. As a matter of fact it would have been better if the Pearl were brought here, to me. I have live 10,000 years too long without the very sound of her voice. Now that I think about it! It is just like Krebs said all those years ago. You'll stay here and rule.""
""No! You can't tell me that I can meet my mother then snatch it away from me. I've never seen her face only what others have told me ...and to see her. You can't do that.""
""I can't?"" He inched closer to me.
""I'm much stronger than you. I'll kill you.""
""That would be pointless you fighting me. God! You have the same amount of fight as her. Like I said if you wanted me dead you should have brought the Pearl along."
""It was my insurance that you didn't renege on your promise to them. My insurance if I was coming to see you in any time frame I wanted to come home alive.""
""When you live to see two hundred you'll be begging for someone to end it. Do you know why? Because you're weak."" I turned away from him and watched him in the reflection of the window.
""Is that so? You make me laugh. Krebs gave me many books all of them about you. One in particular I studied longer than your previous lives.""
""Really and what fascinated you about that life?"" He distanced himself from me... was this an attack? My eyes followed his every movement then I caught myself watching him in my peripheral.
"You've probably read it. I doubt Krebs didn't give you a choice. You sent Raditiz to Earth and he ended up fighting his brother Goku, Kakarott. Then you and Nappa came to Earth and fought the Earth's forces. You met my mother on Namek and soon you fell in love with her. I liked that story because I had a sister."
""I've read that particular story but I treat that as fiction. It does not exist in this dimension; therefore I have no reason to wish that I sent Raditiz to Earth. Or that Frieza killed and enslaved my people. Anyways every story varies. Who knows if you'd get that sister?"" I think I hurt his feelings.
""It's the only story that says you died with my mother. Every other story YOU end up killing her in some way or you die in battle, over what...to live forever? Like I said I can't wait to see you die.""
"I agree." The only thing Vegeta could muster as she haunted him yet again. Dried mud caked into her blue locks. She was bone white with splashes of liquid red across her chin. Her chest was ripped opened …exploded off. Her hands to her sides against soft pant legs. Her eyes pierced the color of the ocean and sky frozen over. The Earth sun couldn't even melt the tears.
Back to the Past
Vegeta's Ship
Bulma was pinned in-between two crates after the takeoff. The metal was cool against her skin she looked at the bar and it was ticketed 'Ration' in the big bold black Saiyan script. She poked her finger through the plastic and tore at it. Then she collected the circular packages the size was as big as her hands with the thickness of two inches.
"Food!" She sheathed her hands over her mouth to avoid detection. Ripping the edges with her fingers posed as a difficult task, so she changed it up and used her teeth to tear the thick plastic. The unclothed ration soon ended up in her mouth. With one bite she pushed the rest into her lap and crushed her face in to a knot. She brought up her shoulders and breathed a hard sigh. "Out of all the stories this one has to be the worst. At least the Prince in Cinderella wouldn't leave her with his evil parents and then she'll become a stow-away. Then he hardly feeds her…yeah I missed that part." She closed her eyes for a second and found sleep for the second time that night.
Her eyes opened due to heavy footsteps coming towards her. She could feel her heart race and her bones tense up this wasn't Vegeta, this was one of his subordinates Bulma quickly deducted. She anchored herself up and slid to the best of her ability, quietly to the wall. Her knees pressed into her chest like a ball. Then the heavy steps desist.
Bulma felt rough yank of her hair that may have torn out some strains. "AH!" The man hovered over her and tossed her into another crate and her body fell to the floor. Bulma continued to scream and crawl away from the big hairy man. "STOP PLEASE!" those were the only words she could muster out of her mouth. He came closer and took hold of her wrist.
""Let me tell the Prince what I found eating his food."" The Saiyan dragged Bulma on her stomach against the metallic floor in lieu of leaving the room the side of her rib hit hard on the entrance. With her other arm Bulma started thrashing at the back of the Saiyan's thigh. ""WHORE!"" He dropped her and took her face and smashed her head into the wall. ""And when Vegeta's done with you I'll make sure he leaves a little breath in you. So then I can have a crack at you."" His hand suddenly was full of her hair and she didn't fight him the rest of the way.
The door opened and the Saiyan threw her on the floor in front of Vegeta; face down. ""Vegeta!"" Vegeta could believe what he saw not only had she been caught but also one of his trusted men belay to follow his orders. The man didn't look at Vegeta but the Blue strains still in his hands. ""I found this rat…"" Vegeta moved so fast that the big oaf was lying right next to Bulma. ""VE-GE-TA!""
""You better hope to the stars she's still breathing."" Vegeta took his two fingers to check for a pulse. "Woman!"
"Oh!" Bulma forced her legs to stand straight in front of Vegeta. Her legs weren't the worst of the onslaught but it sure felt like it to her. She stumbled upon Vegeta chair and sat down. She held the right side of her and centered her breathing.
""Get up!"" Vegeta had his back towards the large Saiyan. Looking at Bulma. 'Me.' She pointed to herself with her thumb. "No sit! He knows who I'm talking to." There was a chilling knock at the metal door.
""Prince Vegeta I detected a raise in you power level."" It was three large Saiyans and the one was Bulma's original captor. They were in the room assessing the damage. ""Nice one! He's out cold."" The bald one, Nappa stated.
""He's not. Brussill you don't listen to your Prince, do you?"" This Saiyan was trying to get up and ended up on his hands and knees panting. 'Was Vegeta that strong?' Bulma thought without showing her fear. ""MALX what did I charge you to do? I don't like repeat myself if I do it'll make you that much closer to your death.""
""Not to enter the Cargo room, Sire.""
""Nappa what did you think that he did. That you know I said not to do.""
""Prince I believe the fool entered the storage room.""
""Saiyan do you know who this woman is?""
""I've never seen her before. I thought she was a thief. She obviously doesn't understand Saiyan."" He was soon standing closer to the door away from Vegeta.
""Did you ask?""
""Prince ask an alien what?""
""Prince."" The bald one interrupted in hope to calm Vegeta from killing a fellow comrade.
""Nappa what!"" Vegeta hissed. Then Brussill put one finger up in hope to defend himself.
""Vegeta! She is a thief stealing our food I caught her with the food in her lap.""
""THAT IS BEYOND THE POINT! FOOL!"" He took a moment to compose himself together. Then he noticed the blue strands limp on the ground and lost all composure. With a hellish rage he couldn't contain. Bulma could only watch as Vegeta beat the large man senseless. It ended with one last punch to Brussill's face bloody. Then his body fell to the floor. Vegeta hovered over his body.
"Stop it!" Bulma yelled and Vegeta snapped back.
"He put his hands on you, and you don't want me to punish that?" He volleyed back at her.
"No. Not this way." She said softly. "Not this way."
""This woman has spared your life. Leave!"" Brussill picked himself together and head out of the control room Bulma guessed.
"I'm sorry but… I'm sorry okay." She went to get up but strained a little and stayed seated.
""Leave us!"" Vegeta's harsh voice commanded. As soon as Vegeta's words left his mouth Nappa and the other two Saiyan did what they were told "What are you doing to me?" Vegeta screamed in a blaring roar. Bulma gripped the sides of the seat. She had never witness Vegeta's wrath only heard about it from the maids of the Queen.
"I don't know what you mean. I didn't want to see the man murdered in front of me. He's one of your people and you shouldn't want to kill your own over…me." Bulma turned her face away.
"That's not the point. No one puts their hands on you… got it! You are royal property." He brought her face to his.
"Property? So I'm back to being a slave not a princess?" Her voice strained on the slave part. Her eyes fumed intently against his.
"You are a hassle. Now you've just showed my team what you are, my weakness." He picked her up over his shoulder and carried her into his room.
…
"So what's Gil Ese? I overheard you talking about it." Bulma charged while studying the pattern in the ceiling. She lounged in-between Vegeta's legs her palms rested on his thighs. The tops of her feet played the bottom of his heels.
"A planet." She could vision his obvious sarcasm without seeing his face.
"Obviously but why are we going there? And how did you know I was going to follow you?"
""Business."" He answered half the questions.
"Why?"
"Well first off you're getting 'cultured'."
"Cultured?"
"Yes you're getting culture you can't eat in front of galactic leaders with crumbs in your lap. I'll look ridiculous. To think that they would have taught you better manners? It's bad enough that I left you with Turles and Onibato saw you. You need to meet this woman and she'll teach you proper etiquette."
"A class?"
"After this whole fiasco I will come back and get you. Then you'll meet Frieza."
"Frieza?"
"Will you stop repeating the last thing I say? Don't get too excited. You are not… Don't stand with him without being in my presence." Vegeta tugged at the top of her shoulders.
"Whatever?"
"Bulma if I ever told you anything. I know this isn't the easiest thing to grasp. If I ever catch you near him in any way I'll kill you."
"What? YOU!" He covered her mouth.
"Shut up! I know what I said but you are the key to everything. Frieza can't know that and then have you. If something were ever to happen, because he is a spineless being, you are to destroy him or kill yourself. If you think I'm the Devil you'll take him as the Devil's Devil. I'll even say the bastard is evil."
"And why would I even be near this Devil's Devil if you yourself are supposed to protect me?"
"Fate, either he takes you by force and it's too late or I give you to him as a present and there will be a slight chance..."
"Fate…" Bulma tarried in her words. "Mister you call this fucking fate? I just got my hair pulled out basically, slammed into some type of cargo box, and my head bashed in a wall. Sorry this wasn't planned and if so it was a sick plan." She was ready to prop herself off of him. "All this crap of you killing me is all a laugh. Remember I'll kill you first." Her eye fired up.
"Really?" He pulled her arms back as she tried to bail herself off of him. "You have to tell me how you'll do that?" His lips touched the back of her ears with every movement the words trickled into her ears.
"You may be some class-A super alien but you can easily die from hanging, slitting any major artery, and or poisoning." Bulma listed from her clouted head.
"You think so." To her he sounded all too convincing.
"Yes! You breathe like any human; unless you have gills that I haven't seen. Remember I've seen every angle of your body."
"That's funny." He taunted and she swung her hand down and hit his upper thigh.
"Protect me from yourself and I won't kill you!"
"I'll do what's necessary of me nothing more."
"Well then can we have one conversation without me talking about trying to kill you? Sure you are my captor but I don't want to say die, Vegeta. I want to live. Nothing like you though, I don't want to live for eternity. Only one thing to change that for me, never mind it's only a silly dream that won't happen and you already can't provide me this."
"What would that be?"
"Let me have this secret of mine please."
"You know we never argue when we bring our bodies together.
…
"Where am I?" Yet again Bulma was found in the nasty woolly burlap sack that gave her rancid memories she had acquired from the sex shop in Kabbagi. She was swung over face down on Vegeta's shoulder.
"Planet Gil Ese." All her eyes could see was her hair, Vegeta's butt, and some white marble stairs.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Can't I have that secret to myself?" Vegeta mocked.
"Erg! You never wake me. Son of a Bitch you're an eyesore I should have stayed with your parents." Bulma hit the middle of his back instead of hitting his butt, her intended target.
"Staying there would have been a bad idea?" Vegeta let her off at the top of the stairs. Bulma looked around and the building they stopped at looked abandon a lot of the windows were boarded up. The sky loomed in a rusty orange and streaks of gray scratches bleed through. The sun seemed so far away a small speck in the sky. Bulma started fanning herself and Vegeta looked at her quizzically.
"If you haven't noticed your mother doesn't particularly like me." Bulma fidgeted with the hood and Vegeta looked away to see if the mysterious teacher was on her way. Bulma snatched the hood to her shoulders revealing her blue locks and her black and blue chin and left cheek.
"She's supposed to meet us here. Keep this over your head!" In the same moment Vegeta placed her hood back on her head.
"Come on it's hot it's like we swallowed the sun. Wow what's the temp on this planet."
"On a good day for foreigners it's 33 degrees Celsius."
"That's in the 90's."
"On a bad a day foreigners are advised not to come here. It's not like Earth, they can track their weather for months and it'll stay consistent. They have to know if an electrical storm is going to hit. You'll learn all this in 24 days. You're a smart girl, right?"
"Not that smart I ended up with you."
"You're a smart girl."
""Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei Dominion under the Great Council."" A woman stopped four pillars away from them. She had a silver scarf over her head. She had dark red hair and yellow eyes. She appeared to be human. She was wrapped in a heavy exotic dress. The front was layered in light hues of green beads and small bells.
""Over the Council… we are not near a Republic but there is talk of such a move. You must be Anare. Gil Ese is your home?"" Vegeta stood straight and formal as the woman paced her way towards them.
""Yes it is my home for the most part. We aren't here for small talk are we? Hopefully someone taught you some manners even if you are a Saiyan. You are still the Prince."" Her golden eyes darted to Bulma.
""Not for me but for the future Queen of Vegeta."" He playfully pushed her forward and she stumbled towards the woman.
""Future Queen let me see her. Ah!"" Surprise showed on her face she wasn't what she expected, not at all. She grabbed at Bulma's hair in the side of the hood. ""She's not Saiyan... and she needs manners?""
""Yes.""
""There is a barbaric race other than the Saiyans? Then what is she?"" Her burnt hair caught the breeze and brushed against her puzzled eyes.
""Human.""
""They are not so bad. I have an associate that is human I once studied under him. He taught the Behavior and Lifestyle of Mating Earthlings. I found all of them so fascinating.""
""I found you through him.""
""Oh really and what were his words?""
""I'm on the side of the male.""
""You won't talk. Next time you see him tell him… I'm better than that Earthling of his. She has probably aged. They tend to do that; their life spans don't carry time in their genes. They find that living to a hundred is a bit excessive."" Bulma noticed that they were the only outside in the area. Was the planet low in population?
""I won't delay I'll be back here before your first storm.""
""Please I don't want the future Queen to die before her time."" Vegeta blasted off east and was now a small spec in the rusty sky. ""Come we only have a short time."" Anare walked slowly into the boarded building and Bulma followed and looked back to the dirt cloud he left in the sky.
The woman forced Bulma to take off the ugly sack and her white battered dress. Anare hung a simple yellow dress over a stool for Bulma and covered the window back with the dark mahogany drape. Bulma took her clothes and still covered her body. She carefully came out the cloth door closet and saw the dress in the dark room. She figured it was intended for her to wear so she slipped it on. This dark room was very poor. The mirror was crack and it was missing a piece. The walls were painted a murky dark brown. The carpet was hard the smell was infuriating. All that occupied this room was the broken mirror, the unpolished metal stool, and piece of drape that hung over the window. Bulma looked concerned about her so called school.
"How can I learn etiquette in this place?" She looked in the tall-unframed mirror and a part of the right side of her stomach was missing due to the absent piece. She sank to the padded floor and put her hands over her face and screamed into her palms.
Anare stepped in the room quickly and caught a glimpse of Bulma's breakdown. As fast as she walked in she walked out and put her back against the wall in the hall. She waited until she didn't hear the muffled screams again. Even after they were over she waited until she heard movement in the room. ""Are you ready?"" By this time Bulma was already up and with a smile she nodded her head. ""Turn around and face the door."" The small woman pointed to the stool. Bulma obeyed and sat on the stool. There were slight tears and a sound of a lock opening and a hard thing slamming against each other. ""Alright come here." The red head motioned with wrist in an upward motion. Bulma say where the rips and tears came from it was the carpet. Underneath it was a set of dark stairs.
The little woman scurried around and lit lights in the dark room. Once Bulma reached the bottom platform the hall was like day and night. This hall was highly decorated with pictures, paintings, and tiny figurines. They reached the end of the hall that started a ballroom with pillars strategically placed so the weight of the building did not cave in. This place was beautiful. The walls were painted gold and the pillars in the middle of the room had dark gold leafs disguising the lights. There were also five dark wooden tables that formed an X shape in the room. One small table in the middle and the four larger tables made the legs. The tables were dressed with red runners, white small clothes, and crystal glass cups. They head toward the small middle table where the smaller woman led. She pulled out a chair for Bulma.
""Now your first lesson will be recognition. It's always polite to have a party recognize you as a higher rank. If you however do not have a higher ranking then you must address that party first. It's the utmost respect. Let me give you an example. Princess Bulma of Vegeta Dominion it's a pleasure meeting you."" Bulma winced as she tried to smile at the woman. Her face was in so much agony.
""Anare of Gil Ese nice to meet you."" She almost didn't want to continue with the lesson. She really wanted to talk about the decor.
""Good you aren't as bad as Vegeta insisted. Compliment once and remember the names of important figures. Don't always repeat what you heard from anyone. Many will try to test you and always think with a clear head. I've seen royalty give up ownership of precious belongs because their bellies were full with wine. Don't drink at social gatherings you'll be made a fool of. You are not one of them and they'll remind you of it, so then you'll have to constantly remind them of your power. Prince Vegeta is your power; flaunt him to lower and higher subjects but use common sense.""
""That's impossible not the common sense part...I have that. A Saiyan found me and wanted me. Then he took me to Vegeta's room. Then by some fantastic 'miracle' Vegeta takes me up but he basically rapes me then whores me out in a shop on Kabbagi.""
""Sex is power. Remind them that the Prince chose you. Well for obvious reasons I can see why women would be upset. There shouldn't be any SAIYAN males upset by your move. Higher class Saiyans are more than likely to mate with an alien if given the choice. Lower class Saiyans won't look at a woman unless it's Saiyan. The women on that planet are impregnated with the idea of keeping the race pure from their fathers. That's taught no matter what class. Father's don't want their daughters to mate aliens and bear them hybrids. At one time it was taboo to even say you had a relationship with alien. Now the higher ranking men flaunt their women on different planets.""
""Wait Saiyan men keep other women on different planets.""
""If they didn't then the women would kill the poor girls. I say you should not open a conversation.""
""Oh okay?""
""You would have much to say you've only left Earth last year. I don't know if I have time to assimilate you. When you told me about the adventure of whoring and whatever you might have said. That's all I dwell upon. She's a whore. They don't need to know your life story. Detach yourself from earthly emotions. I know they govern who you are but when you speak you'll find yourself more liberated. You won't speak what's on your tongue. Passion should only be between two not the whole room. You make me wonder though.""
""I make myself wonder.""
""Food, eat everything that's on your plate, no matter what. Saiyans don't like food to waste or their time. Remember everything I tell you. You'll have a test at the end of the 30 days that will determine whether or not you leave when Vegeta comes back. Believe me an alien has rarely made it out of our storms.""
The ship parked on clay dirt. The Saiyans unloaded and grouped around the front hatch of the ship. Vegeta was the last to exit he had on only his white boots and his dark body suit. Brussill eyelid swollen over and Nappa let a huge grin slide as he caught a glimpse of his fellow big man. ""Prince Vegeta where is the woman?"" Nappa blurted out. Vegeta turned quickly on his heels his body fully face to face to Nappa.
""Don't worry about it Nappa. Now let's purge a planet."" Nappa clapped his hands over his head and cheered. This part always made him excited. After a while of going back and forth with these women Vegeta noticed that they might not have enough room. Though Nappa volunteered to take some women to his room Vegeta found himself almost considering it but then said no. ""One more round out and then I want every village in flames."" Vegeta spoke to the group. One of the Caprian women happened to squeeze out the crowd and dart passed the Saiyan men. With the flick of Vegeta wrist the woman burst into flames. ""Does anyone want to see how fast I can kill them?"" Vegeta hissed in their language. ""Nappa she was out of your group.""
""Prince she was fast."" Nappa shrugged with his shoulders. Vegeta stayed and watched the scared girls as the other burned the villages.
""So tell me …when you were initially brought here you were pretty scarred up; was that Vegeta?"" Anare asked very concerned remembering Bulma the first day she came here.
""No. See I snuck on the ship."" Bulma's hair swung against her back.
""You don't have to lie about it.""
""Seriously let me tell the story. I snuck on the ship and hid in between crates. A Saiyan and I fought because he didn't know of my status. He brought me battered to Vegeta and he was down in the same second.""
""Hmp! You fought a Saiyan?""
""Not really he fought me. I'm human just a human. Vegeta has all these hidden agendas and his eyes are never in the same world he's in. An ambitious dreamer.""
""Do you "love" the man?""
""Love? Did you just make that up?""
""I borrowed the word.""
"So you can speak English?"
"It's not the only Earth language I know. I'm not exactly fluent in it."
"It's fine. You must know a lot of languages all over the galaxy."
"More or less but now lot of languages are extinct because of Frieza's reign."
"Frieza? Vegeta said he has to introduce me to him."
""Fool!"" Anare slammed her fist against the wooden table and it seemed like the room jumped in fear, even Bulma did. "Sorry! Frieza always gets what he wants. Let's say that he wants you… Oh! I've never seen him with his slave girls or hear him talk about them. Talk has said that he disposes of them like his dishes and leaves them outside the door."
"Oh!"
""Are you okay?""
"I'm so exhausted will you excuse me?""
""Go ahead.""
The Northern Quadrant was the coldest out of any of the quadrants. It wasn't as north as it was once believed. Many scientists have claimed that the quadrant may actually be the middle. Vegeta tapped upon facts flowing in his head. He had to see Krebs about this decision and would it benefit his path to immortality. So many stories encompassed around this mysterious woman. Many had called her a witch and said to have cast her in a spell. Bardock hated the way his tongue even spoke her name. Ironic enough Bardock was the one to actually mention Krebs to the prince. Vegeta let the air pass him as he entered the beaded entrance of a library type room. In Vegeta's mind he felt like he'd been there millions of times, but in all actuality this had been his fourth time visiting the clairvoyant woman.
She was standing, waiting for him to enter. She didn't have to look to know it was Vegeta. ""It's been a while since I've seen you like this. I'm pleased that you've returned Prince…"" She just knew and that's what separated her from Bardock. His uncertainty and loyalty to his king is the reason Vegeta refused to let the Saiyan into his mind. ""…Vegeta. So you've found Bulma. Isn't she gorgeous, just like I promised you.""
""Tsh!""
""Of course you find her attractive you're fucking her as it is. It didn't take you long to make her yours. Keep it up and you'll end up impregnating her.""
""What?!""
""Don't be so dense, you know what I'm talking about. You already had a similar conversation with her. You're wrong about the child. It'll be here within the next year or so.""
""Male?""
""Yes but the Dominion and Queen Adrizuya will try finding a way to destroy him. You're not the only Prince to produce a half-breed Saiyan. Don't you know you're not the true heir to the throne? I guess things happen to their specific purpose.""
""A hidden half breed?""
""Your father's bond with that woman is pathetic.""
""That's beside the point and I know…now tell me...you know the reason I've come here!""
""I don't think you fully know Vegeta."" Her violet eyes framed by wooden skin caught Vegeta's black eyes. ""Oh well I forgot …Patience is not a Saiyans strong suit, I know. There are things that do concern you dear prince. If this child is killed, Bulma will kill the King and she'll kill you. You will die. She'll set that planet to a blaze then they'll kill her. In order to suppress her power you must take the child and tell everyone that it was a stillbirth. Any result of killing the child will ultimately kill you without eternity. She is your only key to eternity and she is also your sacrifice. When you give her up, when she dies you'll have it. In fact you only have a little time left a few years at best. Are you writing?""
""No.""
""Prince, please write everything. I don't know how many times I must tell you. The next time I see you I'll give you a book. It's similar to this life of yours. I believe I let you read part of it already. When you have Frieza on Vegetasei give him one of your ships as a… let's call it a 'token'. Watch your MALX men they don't have a part in your vision so they can't possibly understand.""
""You still haven't answered my question.""
""Vegeta, her being with you is a danger all in itself. Many factors will happen all in the nature of your quest. Don't worry so much on her 'well-being'. Yet you have to get stronger to protect her. Train harder for the ensuing war ahead. Kill all that oppose you and I'll see you in the future""
""Are you an immortal?""
""No, but I am time. I'm not immortal one day I'll die and another will rise to take my place.""
Northern Quadrant Station Tre
Vegeta took in all that Krebs told him. It was raking across his brain everything she said all at once. The Prince held his head in his left gloved hand. 'Train harder.' Vegeta was approaching his ship as he thought about it…'train harder'. ""It's been awhile."" Vegeta whispered to himself. It had been sometime since he had time for his vigorous training. Training that was considered hardcore for most Saiyans. Had time been a kind maiden he'd have all he needed. Between the missions with the Elite or MALX and meeting upon meetings with backstabbing galactic leaders, when could he train?
He entered the ship and almost forgot about the women and his men at the station. Vegeta powered up and zoomed out to the station. The station was encapsulated in a force field and a gravity regulator so it wouldn't crush the travelers and would be traders. There was a strip of shops were Vegeta knew Nappa could have been. There was a bright pink billboard that simply stated 'Welcome to Tre' in 470 different languages. Once Vegeta spotted a Saiyan he flew down and greeted him.
""Where is Nappa?"" Vegeta commanded not letting his feet hit the ground.
""Prince I believe I saw him go in the middle shop."" The spiky haired Saiyan pointed the middle shop.
""I want you to gather everyone and go back to the ship. Wait for my orders there.""
""Sir!"" The tall skinny solider blasted off into the distance.
As Vegeta stepped to the strip there was a bar, an eatery, and seven different sex shops to wet any appetite. Vegeta stepped into the middle shop and was hit with the dark smell of lust. This was worst than any shop on Kabbagi or anywhere he'd drag Nappa out of before. This was the raw sweat and heat Nappa radiated squared. The walls dried in a dark red color against flush peach curtains covering the rooms. Here were loud grunting, screaming, and moaning from the back of the hall. Vegeta passed the receptionist, down the stairs, to the end of the hall. He opened the curtain to his left and did not look into the room.
""Let's go."" Vegeta couldn't help but look after he heard the giggles of several different women, four to be exact. Nappa peeled away from a blond and pulled her off the rugged floor.
""Vegeta! Can I bring this one along?"" Nappa pleaded as he pulled his bodysuit back on and stretched the armor over his head.
""No! Let's go."" Nappa nodded his head and then promised the girls that he was going to come get them so that they could live together. Vegeta rolled his eyes at Nappa's lies, he told every woman he's had sex with that he was coming back to get them. The pair of Saiyans blasted off to the ship.
""Nappa where is my money?""
""Well Vegeta I gave it to that kid. I don't know his name.""
""Nappa?!""
""Prince, listen better him than some whore. Zar paid the commission for every girl and then your cut. Then Shree wanted to see the planet before we sold it to him.""
""What did I tell you?""
""Calm down my Prince. He want to see the planet first I persuaded him to pay now and he opt for the latter.""
""You killed him didn't you?""
""Only his Pride."" Nappa smiled. They landed and his crew was already there at the ship.
They entered the ship and lined up against the wall. ""We are going to travel across this quadrant to Icion and pick up Frieza."" As Vegeta was going to enter the room for the control booth he heard a snicker from one of his men. ""Is there anything that you'd like to share you low class ingrate?""
""Where is that woman I haven't seen her for days tell me was she that fragile?"" This Saiyan was a bit older and heavier than Vegeta. The two were the same in height and the same in blood and he let one get away with mocking him he wasn't going to let this one get away with it.
""Die!"" Vegeta put his raging hand on the Saiyan's skull and started squeezing until his fingers touched. ""Anyone else asks about that woman will die. Now all of you get out of this debacle and clean this shit up. You! Come with me."" Vegeta pointed to the youngest Saiyan on the mission to follow him in to the control booth.
'Train harder.' The whole thought of Krebs suggesting that he trained harder was maddening. Wasn't he the strongest of all the Saiyans? There was something stronger than him that was going to come to this upcoming war? She should have spat in his face instead and said he was weak but she didn't. 'Train harder.' He was the one that used to live and breathe only to train. His will for find more strength had diminished once he learned he could live for eternity. The Prince thought hard to himself as the crew walked the short distance from the ship to the gray castle. What Vegeta didn't keep in mind was the blizzard winds this planet was known for pounding on their bodies.
""Vegeta it is so cold. When they said the Northern Quadrant had one of the coldest planets, I didn't think that it'd be this cold. It's so cold I fell me penis hiding inside my body."" Nappa held his arms around his body as did the others in the group. The wind whipped around and the closer they got the visibility became more clear.
""Nappa quit this foolishness. I don't want to think about your genitals hiding anywhere."" They were close to the gaudy stairs and the guard gargoyle that protected the foot of the stairs. This life form was tall and his head stretched almost to his back. His feet and tail were hidden in the snow. And icicles hung from his crossed arms.
""How can he live and rule from this planet? There is so much of this white stuff that I can puke and it's a waste of energy to power-up. Why couldn't Frieza come to Vegeta unescorted?""
""We were in the neighborhood and he needs a ride. It's called being nice, the earth girl taught me it. You should try it Nappa.""
""I would like to try it."" Nappa said smirking climbing the stairs with Vegeta.
""Excuse me?""
""Being nice; Vegeta I'd love to try it."" Nappa opened the set of silver doors and waited for Vegeta to pass through the threshold. There he was waiting for them at the top his gallery, Frieza. The fearless Prince strutted to the stair and looked up through the Lord of the Quadrant and the stakeholder in his kingship.
""Ah! Isn't lovely to see my dear Prince of Saiyans and his underlings? How nice for us to gather once again."" Nappa closed the door and immediately the Saiyans noticed the difference in the temperature.
""Lord Frieza are you ready?"" Brussill asked with his face healing over nicely.
""Yes I'm ready for the change in scenery. Ice is only beautiful in seasons."" Frieza was almost half way down the stairs this was the first time Vegeta seen this creature use his feet. Usually Frieza was in his hovercraft.
""The Lord of Icijins hates ice, Vegeta."" Nappa leaned forward hoping the Ice Lord didn't hear him. Vegeta only rolled his eyes in response and was ready to leave the wretched cold.
""So why are we going to have this large meeting for? Are you taking over as King?""
""Not in the least Frieza, but a companion."" Vegeta shot at him he could never take away his father's crown when he was still healthy.
""Companion? For you but Vegeta you're so young. You need to sow your royal oats. Take in a few whores and mistresses. Make children around the universe I hear that is quite popular with you Saiyans. You all love your fun."" They were walking out the doors into the blistering cold. Frieza seemed unaffected by the temperate change from the warm castle to this snowstorm.
""Usually Saiyans keep to the same mate."" Vegeta added on last tag.
When they boarded the ship Frieza automatically took to Vegeta's large room. He looked at the well made bed, the polished metal floors and walls; he could taste lastly the scent of a woman. ""Is your father...is he in approval of your search? I remember the last girl they brought to you. Such a pity, eh, she wasn't to your specifications. What is a girl got to do?""
""I've found her.""
""Really?"" Surprise took over his face. He was almost smiling the he quickly shrugged his shoulders. ""So what do you need me for?""
""You know as well as I that all party members of the Dominion must approve on any decision war, territories, treaties, and new members admitted into the Upper Dominion."" Vegeta spat a line from the Arch to its author. Frieza dropped his smile and took a seat on Vegeta's bed.
""Voting, boring, and there is no reason the future King shouldn't be able to make his own choice when it comes to love."" He was trying to stoke at Vegeta's ego and this time Vegeta could see right through his manipulation.
""I do not love her."" Vegeta turned and looked over his shoulder to Frieza and instinctually Frieza didn't like this pose.
""She must be ugly and you got her pregnant. All men start to step up to the plate when something that extreme happens in a love life. Sorry you said you didn't love her. Well I'd like to see her for myself."" Frieza took in the air that rose out of the bed and smiled. If Vegeta didn't want he'd take her for himself.
End Chapter Nine: Stop Saying Die
Another Author's note, …Na'Janay why don't you get a beta? A beta for me? That would be wonderful...but I've had a beta, like 3 years ago with Ganstas' Eyes. It was amazing, at first. Then, I don't know... I sent her a chapter and she has not written back to this day. I don't know... I'm an okay storyteller, maybe... Just that I'm a little dyslexic (no lie.) Until I find someone that can deal with it then this story can only be enhanced to its full potential in short intervals. So let's get over my shortcomings I know I'm a terrible writer.
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