Betra glared up at the tech-tech that was walking around the dining room. It had only been a couple of weeks since Gure revealed that other form and it was already tossing a wrench in her plans. There were moments that her power had no effect on her prince. She should have seen this coming with the tech-tech staying. If she knew about that form, she would have killed the midget off within days.
A dark idea began to form in her head. All she needed to do was get Gure alone. Then she could deal with her at her leisure. The gears in her head kept turning as Gure walked over and put some food on the table.
The tech-tech queen was wearing a red gown today, with her hair done in a ponytail. The strap was tied around her neck with a small blue stone between her cleavage.
Tarble didn't say anything; he just took a piece of bread from her, getting a good look at her cleavage as he stared at her. He had been trying to keep his distance from her, but that was impossible. As he took a bite of his food, her scent filled his nose, making him shiver. The tech-tech's scent was so inviting really. His eyes felt funny when he looked at her. It was like the red filter over his range of sight was fading in and out. His memory was going in and out more. The kiss they shared still weighed down on him heavily. He knew that he had betrayed his queen by doing so, but that wasn't what was bothering him. He wanted to do it again. The night before he had taken Betra, but the entire time, his mind was elsewhere. The woman he was looking down at was the tech-tech. Tarble wanted to know what all of this meant. He knew that he found Gure attractive…no that word wasn't enough…he wasn't sure that there would ever be a word that was enough.
Gure looked over at Betra, reviling in the glare the female saiyan was giving her. She didn't care what Betra thought of her. Tarble's eyes were all over her, which was what she wanted. The fact that the saiyan prince was drooling as she wiggled her hips made her confidence go through the roof. "Now, King Tarble, drooling isn't something a king does, is it?" she teased, watching him jump slightly before grabbing a napkin and wiping it off. Gure smiled as her heart skipped a beat. It was as if she was falling in love with him all over again. Not that she ever fell out of love with Tarble, but this time it was different. She was seeing different sides of him, which just made her love him even more.
Betra growled, snapping a fork in her fingers. "I suggest that you keep your comments to yourself…peasant." Gure only gave her a smile, making her angrier. The female saiyan stood, ready to put the tech-tech in her place.
"Betra, think of the baby," Tarble said. His eyes were looking at her stomach though. He was still focused on the growing life that was in her. That was his heir and really that was the only thing that Betra had given him since they came out here. He shook his head. She freed him from Vegeta and that horrible room.
His mind flashed back for only a second. He was in a hospital bed while being dragged into a hug. He could hear his brother crying into his shoulder, whispering the words, "I'm sorry." His eyes rested on Raditz. His former best friend looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.
Tarble blinked and the memory disappeared. He wondered where that came from. Was he wrong? Every time he had one of these memories, he questioned why he was out here. Were these really his memories and if they were, why was he only remembering them now? If these were real, did Vegeta even betray him? He had so many questions, but no answers. His mind was a blank slate. Each day that he saw Gure felt a lot brighter than the last. He really couldn't remember the last time he had a headache.
He looked over at Betra, she was staring at him. Her eyes made his head feel fuzzy. What was he thinking about again? "I think I'm going to go and lie down," he said standing up, feeling a little dizzy.
"That's probably for the best," Betra said as a dark idea entered her head. This would leave her alone with Gure.
Gure watched as Tarble left with a smile on her face. The saiyan prince hadn't stopped looking at her the entire night. She caught him staring at her figure more than once, but didn't discourage him. That was what she wanted.
She made to sit down and enjoy her dinner, but found that Betra was still glaring at her. Gure just giggled at the female saiyan. The two of them were at war right now and the tech-tech refused to lose. She would win in the end and Tarble would be free of this mess. She was sure of it.
"Who said you could eat at the table?" Betra snapped.
Gure only looked up. "Oh, excuse me." A grin appeared on her face. "I guess I could go lay down with King Tarble."
Betra growled, trying to stand up quickly, only to discover that she was hindered by her growing belly. "You're just jealous of us!" she snarled.
Gure only smiled. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous of you?"
"I have Tarble and you can't have him," Betra said with a victorious smirk. She crossed her arms as she gloated.
Gure continued to smile. "Is that why he was looking at me?" Gure couldn't help it. She couldn't take that dreamy look off of her face. She would never forget how they kissed in the garden. She longed to feel him against her again, but knew that if she didn't keep trying, it would never happen.
Betra growled. "You're only a floozy." She stood up. "You just want to get in the way of our love."
Gure turned her eyes on the female saiyan. "What did you say?" The tech-tech wanted to strike Betra, but couldn't bring herself to do it. As long as Betra was carrying Tarble's child, she couldn't do it.
Betra smirked. "Our love. You know the thing that I share with Tarble." She giggled.
"He doesn't love you. You've only manipulated his mind," Gure snapped.
"If I was able to do that, then his feelings for you must have been pretty weak," Betra snarked, rubbing her belly. "Besides, it's not like you can give him one of these."
Gure glared at the other woman, before storming off. "We'll see about that."
Betra chuckled to herself. She just needed some time to come up with a good idea. She could get rid of the tech-tech with ease. All she needed to do was plan an accident of sorts.
She moved into the kitchen, only to look at the barrage of knives. She began to cackle to herself. All she needed was one of these. She could get Gure alone. The tech-tech would be alone when she slept. Then she could cut and slice open the bothersome bitch once and for all.
Tarble was hers. No one else could have him. "No one will take you from me, My King."
Down the hall, in his room, Tarble was tossing and turning. His head felt like it was going to bust open. The room around him was feeling darker. He was breathing hard. It felt like the darkness around him was heavy and weighing him down.
Tarble looked off to his side, Vegeta was standing there laughing at him. "What a pathetic weakling you are."
Tarble shook his head. "No…I…I'm not weak." He was shouting, but nothing was pushing Vegeta away. He looked off to his side. Raditz was glaring down at him. "Raditz, help me!" Tarble shouted.
Raditz grinned. "What's in it for me?"
He was shaking as the darkness began to snake up the bed. It fell on his legs and he felt nothing but cold. "Don't leave me…" He shouted in terror as it began to surround him. He shivered from the cold as he began to drown in it. Nothing was going to save him from this place. He was all alone. All he had was the darkness. It was his only friend…
Gure sighed in her room. She shouldn't have let Betra get under her skin. The tech-tech queen brushed her hair after changing into a blue nightgown. She hummed to herself as she decided to leave the room for a small snack.
Betra had to be out of the kitchen right now, so she could grab something in peace.
As Gure walked down the hall, she heard something odd. It sounded like someone was being tortured. She moved towards the sound, wondering who was in pain.
She reached a door and didn't think as she opened the door. "Are you okay?!" She asked, but froze as she looked down at Tarble. His eyes were open as he looked up at the ceiling. There was darkness around him as he pleaded for help. He looked completely terrified.
Gure moved to his side, taking his hand and pulling it against her. She burst into tears. What was Betra doing to him?
Darkness was his only friend…he thought to himself, only to feel something warm against his hand. He tried to move upward, towards that warmth. He heard his name through the darkness, making Vegeta and Raditz disappear.
He felt himself being pulled up and he felt the darkness begin to swim away from him as he was pressed against another person. He expected his queen, only the smell was different. It was a wonderful blend that he remembered from before.
Tarble blinked and the room began to come into focus. His eyes met Gure's and his heart felt like it stopped. "Gure?"
She cried against him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I…I thought that…"
"Shh…" He tried to calm her down. His eyes burned as the filter faded away. "Gure, it's okay."
Her eyes looked up at him then went wide. Those wonderful black eyes were looking back at her. "Tarble…"
He sniffed at her, letting her aroma fill him. His hand moved up the side of her face and leaned forward. She leaned into him and their lips touched. Her small hands were wrapping around his neck as his hands moved to her hips. He groaned in his throat as he pulled her down to the bed. His lips popped off of hers and he took in her beauty. The nightgown she was wearing was bearing almost everything to him. "Gure…"
Her hand came up and touched the side of his face. "Do you…?" She began.
"Yes." Tarble grunted. He leaned down, kissing at her neck. He couldn't stop himself now. Betra was forgotten as he began to pull at Gure's outfit. He wanted the tech-tech…no…he needed her. He needed her more than he needed to breathe. He listened to her moan below him as he touched her, but all that did was ignite the flames inside of him. "Can I…Let me take you."
She shook her head and his heart dropped. She leaned up and kissed his nose. "Love me."
His eyes went wide as he moved down, kissing her as he shredded the gown on her. Giving into his desire for the tech-tech. Giving into his newfound feelings for the tech-tech.
Betra chuckled but stopped as she walked down the hall. This wasn't right. Tarble was hers dammit. How the hell did that tech-tech get in that room? Didn't she tell Tarble to lock it?
"Tarble…yes… oh, more," the tech-tech moaned through the wall as Tarble snarled.
The female saiyan touched her belly. She was going to have to do something drastic. There was no way she was losing to a lowly tech-tech. Not by a long shot.
To Be Continued…