A Chance of a Lifetime – Chapter 33
"Where's Vegeta!?"
She glared at the huge man in front of her, biting back a few choice curse words. Trista narrowed her eyes when King Yemma hesitated, looking away. She folded her arms, her foot tapping in annoyance. The man finally looked back at her, glancing at the registry before meeting her eyes.
"He's in Hell," the King stated, clasping his hands together. He swallowed at the look on the young woman's face.
"You mean to tell me," Trista said, her voice low. "That the prince sacrificed himself to kill Buu, and you rewarded him," her voice got louder with every word, "By SENDING HIM TO HELL!"
King Yemma winced, not looking away from the woman standing in front of his massive desk.
"His past transgressions-"
"Should be overlooked," Trista stated, cutting him off, "seeing as how he just killed himself to try to rid the world of evil! His past was mostly unfortunate circumstances!"
"Now young lady," King Yemma said, watching her jaw clench. "I send them where they should go, not where others deem they should be."
"Then let me take his place, and let him be rewarded like he should have!"
The occupants in the room were quiet, studying this woman willing to give her place to a man who used to be a tyrant in his own right. King Yemma pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Look," he said, not opening his eyes, "It's done, and there's really nothing I can do. Now, if you would-"
"Why don't you let him go back?" Trista asked, her mind racing with a way to save her husband from something he shouldn't experience in the first place.
"What?"
"Why don't you let him go back?" she said again, meeting King Yemma's eyes. "Let him help bring down the monster." Trista studied him for a moment. "Do you really want more lives to be lost than there already are?" she asked softly, glancing at the endless row of souls lined up at the door. King Yemma looked as well, keeping quiet.
He glanced at Trista, looking her over for a moment before speaking. "If someone is willing to go down there," he said, glancing at his men in the room. No one spoke up.
"Let me go," Trista said, crossing her arms.
"I don't think-"
"I'll find him!" she stated, cutting the man off, narrowing her eyes.
King Yemma stayed silent for several minutes, studying her. He slowly nodded. He held up a hand when she smiled.
"But," he stated, watching her pause, "if you can't find him within a months time," King Yemma paused, pressing his lips together, "then you both will be trapped down there," he finished softly.
Trista nodded, hesitating for a moment. "Can I ask something first, though?"
King Yemma waved his hand, giving her permission.
She looked down at the ragged uniform. "Could I get me some new clothes first!?"
The huge man coughed a laugh, nodding his head. A small smile appeared on his face, looking over when Baba appeared.
"Come along child," the witch said, turning and heading out the door.
Trista stared at her for a moment, watching this short woman float on a damn ball, before following.
She slowly smiled, a little giddy. She was gonna get to see Vegeta again!
Racoom and Jeice looked up, their eyes widening when they caught sight of a female strolling down the road. They abandoned their sparring match, swallowing a little as they looked her up and down. She had on a leather outfit, the small top she had on zipped in the front, boots going all the way up to her thighs, small gloves on her hands. The woman had her hands on her hips, looking around. She seemed to be searching for something.
The men elbowed one another, watching her walk.
"Damn! Who do you think that is!" Jeice asked, never taking his eyes off the woman. There were no females in hell, so to see one as hot as this one! The men were panting, following her. She seemed not to notice.
The two men were joined by others, all watching the woman, the long braid of hair down her back swishing as she looked around. She paid no attention to them, making some of them pout. Soon, the rest of the Ginyu force joined, along with Zarbon. Clearly thinking he would score some points, he tried to talk to the woman.
She ignored him.
The other men snickered at the look on his face. Apparently he wasn't used to being ignored, especially by females. He crossed his arms, raking his gaze over her and glaring. They all watched her stop a few times, narrowing her eyes as she seemed to be thinking of exactly where she wanted to go. When she stopped, they stopped. When she continued walking, so did they. It looked like a parade in Hell! They finally came upon the red fountain, watching the woman sigh and glance around. She suddenly stopped, a smile appearing on her face. They looked over. A little confused as to what had her attention, they studied the three men standing over by the tree. It was Raditz, the red guardian of hell, and Vegeta. They looked back at the woman, watching her stroll forward. She stopped a few feet from the prince. His back was turned, studying the ground. He didn't pay them any attention. Raditz and the red guy studied the woman, their eyes widening.
"Whoa," Raditz said, slowly smiling. "And what are you doing here?" he asked suggestively.
She ignored him, her smile widening a bit.
She finally spoke. "It's about time I found someone handsome down here!"
At her words, the prince jerked his head up, looking over his shoulder. They watched his eyes widen a little.
"What are you doing down here!?" the prince asked harshly, keeping his arms crossed as he turned.
The woman slowly shortened the distance, crossing her own arms. She quirked a brow.
"I came to get you," she said simply, smirking when his mouth dropped a little.
He looked over her shoulder, his jaw clenching at the audience behind her. He narrowed his eyes as he looked back at her.
"You could have been hurt woman!" he stated, his brows furrowing.
They all listened to her snort. "Please! None of these dumb asses can touch me!"
Shouts admitted from the group behind her. She ignored them. Vegeta just raised an eyebrow. Her grin slowly widened.
She leaned forward a bit, cupping her mouth. "I got my strength back!" she whispered loudly, snickering at the look on the prince's face.
He was silent for several minutes. "That still doesn't explain what you're doing down here," he stated softly.
"She came to give us a view!" one of the warriors shouted, others laughing.
Vegeta glared at them, returning his gaze to her and smirking, his eyes roaming over her.
"Come on, Vegeta!" she said, reaching over and grabbing his hand.
The other occupants of Hell looked on in shock, surprised the prince would let someone grab him and pull him along.
Vegeta scowled, coming to a halt. They watched the woman turn and give a scowl of her own.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her. "I can't go back."
"Yes you can," Trista stated simply, yanking him again.
"What!"
She paused, sighing. Trista turned to the prince, ignoring the looks from the men.
"I got you a reprieve," she stated, crossing her arms.
"What do you mean?" the prince asked, studying her.
"I convinced King Yemma to let you go back," Trista said, smiling.
Vegeta snickered, throwing his head back and barking with laughter.
"Only you, woman!" they all heard him say.
Then he did something they had never seen the prince do. He jerked the woman to him and kissed her.
"Hey!" Zarbon said, walking closer. "If you're giving out free samples, I'd like a taste!" The others laughed.
Vegeta lifted his head, growling and sending the warrior a glare that had him stepping back.
"Touch her and I'll snuff you out of existence!" he stated, his eyes roaming around the group.
"What's your problem?" Raditz asked, crossing his arms. "It's just a female!"
They watched Vegeta narrow his eyes. "Well this female is my wife!"
They all gaped at him, looking to the woman, then back at him. Some of them pouted, crossing their arms.
"How did he get so lucky!" one of them said loudly, others grumbling to themselves.
The couple ignored them, Trista putting her arm around his waist. He did the same, glancing at her once more before walking forward. She smiled, following her prince.
They finally made it back to the check in station, Trista not letting go of Vegeta's hand for a minute. She kept her fingers locked with his, studying him again before looking up at King Yemma. Baba appeared, sighing a little.
"Well, come on!" she said loudly, turning.
"Wait!" the witch paused at Trista's shout, King Yemma raising a brow.
"Is there," Trista paused for a moment, sneaking a glance at Vegeta. "somewhere we could talk for a few minutes. You know, in private!?"
Vegeta raised a brow, studying her for a moment before looking at the huge man. King Yemma let out a big sigh, jerking his thumb behind him. They walked over, going through the door indicated. There were two couches against each wall, a floor lamp lit, casting soft light throughout the room, a chair sat in the corner. Vegeta studied the room for a moment, listening as the door closed behind them. He slowly turned, his eyes on the furniture.
"Now what was it-"
He let out a grunt as Trista threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she captured his lips. Vegeta put his arms around her, lifting his eyebrows for a moment before moaning and tightening his hold. His wife's kiss was passionate, nothing but lips and tongue. He groaned again, moving his hands and cupping her behind. She wiggled against him, turning her head and changing the angle of the kiss. Vegeta felt his body respond, pressing her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, breathing heavily. They continued to kiss one another, as Vegeta ran a hand over her body, keeping an arm around her waist. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his body as well. They ignored the knocking. A big bang made them break apart, breathing hard as they studied one another.
"That's enough in there!" King Yemma stated loudly, his voice seeming to be right at the door.
Vegeta watched his wife pout a little. "Gee, you would think they would at least let us have a little fun!" she muttered, letting her legs fall from his waist.
The prince smirked, capturing her lips again, listening to her moan in his mouth. Someone banged on the door again, and they broke apart a second time. Vegeta laid his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. They both sighed, leaning back and studying one another. Vegeta's gaze raked over her, a smile twitching his lips.
"What?" she asked softly, watching a small smile appear on the prince's face.
"What made you change into this outfit?" he asked softly, his gaze raking her again, heat in his eyes.
He watched her smirk. "I remembered you like this outfit!"
She slowly smiled as his eyes narrowed a little, pressing her against the wall again before regretfully moving away.
"I guess it's time for me to go, huh?" he asked, looking away from her.
"Yeah," Trista sighed out, laying her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes for a moment.
There were several minutes of silence as they held one another, before Trista softly spoke.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, not looking up. She felt him move, his gaze on her bent head.
"For what?" the prince asked gruffly, running a hand down her braid.
"For what I said before," she explained softly, "for the comments I made on earth-"
"Hey," Vegeta cut her off, waiting for her to look at him before continuing. "We both said some things we didn't mean, woman!" he stated softly, his eyes roaming over her features. They both studied one another in silence, until there was another loud knock.
"Hurry up! It's time to go!" Baba stated, her voice laced with impatience.
They looked at the door, then back at one another. Trista jerked forward, kissing the prince again before slowly stepping away.
"I love you," she said softly, a small smile on her face.
Vegeta grunted, smirking when she narrowed her eyes.
"Same here, brat," he stated softly, cupping her neck before opening the door, not looking back.
"Be safe," Trista whispered, watching her husband disappear with the witch, going to once again risk his life to save the earth.
King Yemma let her go find King Kai, to keep up with the battle on earth. She found him on some sort of planet, apparently inhabited by some guy called the Supreme Kai, like a taco or something. She mentally rolled her eyes, following the blue, rotund man to go meet this supreme being. She stopped short, her mouth hanging open a little as she caught sight of the young man sitting with a blue skinned one, and a red skinned one.
"Gohan!?"