Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Legend Reborn ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters. But I do own the character Sachiko and MysticRose came up with the character Kitty.

Chapter 1

He read the flashing neon sign. " `Desire's Lair'? That sounds promising."

Radditz walked into the nightclub and was hit with a wave of loud music and colored rotating lights. There was laughter and screams of excitement. The dance floor was filled with half-naked women rotating their hips to the upbeat music. The men were dancing alongside the women and caressing their voluptuous bodies as they moved.

Now this is where all the action is, Radditz thought. I can't believe Prince Vegeta and Nappa wanted to return to their pods on the landing grounds. The night is still young.

He thought about ordering himself a drink, but felt someone's gaze on him. He turned and locked eyes with a rather beautiful young woman. Radditz looked her up and down. Her body was almost a perfect hourglass shape.

She smiled at him, but never stopped dancing. She was dancing alone, but there were other men who were looking at her, though she didn't seem to be paying them any mind. It was as if she had her eyes set on Radditz from the moment he walked in the door.

Radditz smirked and moved out onto the dance floor. She looked up at him. Her skin was the color of cinnamon.

She had short dark brown hair that was styled in a manner so that it was straight until just above her shoulders, then it fanned out, curving upwards. Her eyes were the color of rich honey. She was much shorter than he, probably closer to Vegeta's height.

"Hello," she said. "My name is Sachiko. Would you like to dance?"

"Sure. Why not?"

She smiled, seductively and turned her back on him. She started grinding her hips to the music, touching him slightly as she moved. She then proceeded to circle him, still rotating her hips. When she was in front of him again, he licked his lips and grabbed her hips. She gasped, then laughed and turned.

"Someone's not very subtle," she said. "You let a woman know exactly what you want."

He nodded. "Is that a problem? Or are you willing to give in to my wishes?"

She giggled. "But you haven't even bought me a drink yet. What kind of gentleman are you?" She grabbed his wrist. "Come on, I know this nice little table outside where we can sit and have a few drinks."

He let her pull him off the dance floor. "And then?"

She smiled, lazily at him. "Do you have to ask?"

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Radditz tipped up his glass and let the fiery liquid slide down his throat. He had had so many drinks that he'd lost count a while ago. He finished his drink and set down the glass.

Sachiko sat on the tabletop in front of him, with her legs shifted apart and a glass of alcohol between them. She took her glass into her hands and slid off the table, straddling Radditz's lap. She held the glass up to his lips and he drank.

He pulled away and put his hand over the glass, lowering it. She placed it on the table behind her. She turned back to him and he grabbed her face. Her eyes widened slightly as he moved his lips to hers for a hungry kiss.

She curved her arms around his neck and scooted forward on his lap. He put his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. After a moment, she broke away and smiled at him.

"I've had enough to drink," he said.

She nodded. "I agree."

"Now do I get what I was promised?" he asked.

She looked askance at him. This man is probably so drunk that he can't even see straight. She smiled. Oh well, that makes it all the better for me.

"Yes, of course," she said, crawling off of his lap and placing her hands on her hips. "We'll just go back to my hotel room. It's not too far away from here."

<<< THE NEXT NIGHT >>>>

"Damn it! Where the hell could Radditz be? We've been looking for that idiot all day," Vegeta growled. "Did he mention anything to you?"

Nappa shook his head. "No, but I don't think he even came back to the landing grounds last night."

Vegeta sighed. "He's going to get us noticed. It's not like we blend in with the people of this planet."

"Do you think Freiza's men got a hold of him?" Nappa asked, slowly.

Vegeta stopped and thought about the notion for a moment. "I don't know, it's a possibility. Though I'm sure my scouter would have picked up their power levels. And it hasn't sensed any strange ones."

Nappa nodded.

"But one thing is for sure," Vegeta said. "If that idiot did get captured I'm not going after him. You can go if you want, but I will have no part of it."

"Neither will I," Nappa said, as they came to an intersection.

"Nappa?"

"Sir?"

"I'll search these streets and you can take those," he said. "If we don't find him in the next half hour, then we're getting out of here and leaving him behind. Got that? Meet me here in thirty minutes."

"Yes, Sir," Nappa said.

Vegeta watched him disappear down the cross street, then continued down the main street. Couples walked past him, hand-in-hand and giggling like a drunken fools.

Vegeta stopped and glanced up at a sign. He frowned at the name and read it aloud. " `Desire's Lair'." He chuckled. "Sounds like a place Radditz would have gone into."

He walked into the dim nightclub and scanned the bar and dance floor, but found neither hide nor hair of Radditz. He growled and took a seat at the bar.

He and Nappa had searched many of the nightclubs and Radditz was nowhere to be found. Maybe he really was captured. Vegeta put his hand to his temple.

If he was captured, he better not tell Frieza and his men any information of our whereabouts or I'll have to find him and kill him personally, he thought.

An attractive dark-haired woman sat next to Vegeta. He glanced at her and she met his gaze for a moment before raising her hand to get the bartender's attention.

The bartender came over to her, his eyes moved over her body and he grinned. "Back again I see?"

She nodded. "This is a nice club."

"What'll you have?" the bartender asked.

She placed her index finger on her chin. "I think I'll have a dry martini."

He nodded. "You got it and it's on me."

"Thanks."

The woman's red vinyl mini skirt was riding up high on her thighs. The shirt was made to match the skirt and it was nothing more than a strip of material held in place by her breasts and two buttons at the back. White boots that came to mid-thigh completed her outfit.

She wasn't paying Vegeta any attention, though he was staring at her. He didn't mean to stare, but this woman had raw sexuality clinging to her like a soft mist.

The bartender slid her drink across the table and she took it into her hands. She lifted the glass to her lips, but noticed a trail of the liquid creeping down the side of the glass. She lowered her head, which made the rest of her body move down, leaving her breasts resting on the table. She licked the side of the glass, slowly making sure to get every drop of the liquid in one swipe.

She set down the glass and finally met the young Prince's gaze. "Hello."

He nodded at her. "Did you say you were here last night?"

She nodded and raised the glass to her lips.

"Did you see a tall man with long black hair? His name is Radditz."

She thought for a moment. "No, I can't recall seeing a man of that description in here last night. Sorry. Is he a friend of yours?"

"Sort of."

"Well, I sure hope you find him," she grinned and took another sip of her drink.

A tall blond man came to stand behind the woman's chair. "Hey baby."

She narrowed her eyes at him and set down her drink. "Go away."

He grabbed her wrist and she gasped. "Let go of me!"

"Why don't you ditch this loser and I'll show you what it's like to be with a real man," he said. The scent of alcohol was heavy on his breath.

She struggled against him, but to no avail. Vegeta turned on his stool and looked at the man. He smirked and punched him in the face. The man fell backwards and hit the floor with a thud.

The woman clapped her hands to her mouth. "Y-you knocked him out with one punch."

Two of the blond man's friends came and picked him up off the floor. They didn't say anything to Vegeta or the woman. They didn't even look at them. They just made it out of the nightclub as fast as they could.

Vegeta turned to face the table again and ordered a drink. The bartender nodded and hurried off to make it. The woman leaned in close to Vegeta and he looked at her.

"Thank you," she said. "I really owe you for that one."

He nodded. "Think nothing of it."

She laughed. "My name is Sachiko."

"Vegeta."

The bartender served him the drink and Vegeta reached out for it. Sachiko placed her hand over the glass.

"I want to repay you somehow, Vegeta," she said. "I'll do anything you want. There's no telling what that man could have done to me if you hadn't have been here."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You'll do anything of my choosing?"

She nodded. "Well, sure." She took her hand from the brim of the glass and touched his arm lightly. "You deserve it. My hotel room isn't too far from here." There was a slight twinkle in her eye.

He smirked. "Well, that's nice to know."

"So what do you say? Are you going to take me up on the offer?" He ran his hand along her inner thigh and she gasped. "I'll take that as a `yes'."

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After Vegeta had a few drinks in his system, Sachiko stood suddenly.

"Let's get out of here," she beckoned Vegeta. "It's getting late."

"What's the hurry?" he asked, setting down his empty glass.

"We want to have enough time," she said. "Don't we?"

"If we don't have enough time, we'll make time," he said, rising from the stool.

" `Night little missy," the bartender told Sachiko.

She nodded at him.

"Will you be back tomorrow?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. It's time for me to move on."

"What a shame," he said. "Good luck to you."

"Thanks."

Vegeta slid his arm around Sachiko's waist as they left the nightclub. They stepped outside into the cool night air.

"There's a shortcut to my hotel," Sachiko said, taking him down a dark alley.

"The sooner we get there the better."

Sachiko glanced at him. This man is indeed drunk, but he doesn't seem nearly seem as giddy as the other one. Though I can tell that his motor skills are certainly slower.

Sachiko stopped suddenly and Vegeta would have stumbled if his arm weren't around her.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are we here all ready?" He looked out onto the street that stood before them. It was void of people and quiet.

She glanced behind them and then looked forward again. "That is my hotel." She motioned to the building.

"Well, come on," he said, starting to walk again.

She led him into the lobby and past the empty front desk. They entered the elevator and she pushed the button for the third floor.

She pulled away from him and leaned against the wall as the elevator moved. When the doors swished open, she stepped into the hallway and Vegeta followed her closely.

She came to her room and took out her key card. She swiped it through the slot and turned the doorknob. She pushed the door flush to the wall and walked into the dark room. Vegeta came in after her and closed the door.

She watched him sit on the bed. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Well come here," he said. "I can't do this alone."

She blushed, though she tried not to. "I'll be there in a second. Just let me freshen up a little."

"You look fine to me," Vegeta said, standing. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

"I'll only be a minute." She walked through the open bathroom door and locked it. She opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a black bag.

She unzipped it and took out a needle and a small bottle of clear liquid. She raised it to the light and grinned. "This should do the trick."

She inserted the needle into the bottle and drew out some of the liquid. When the syringe was three-quarters full she stopped and put the bottle back into the bag.

Now how do I keep him from noticing the needle? She pondered.

She looked at herself in the mirror and then smiled. She set down the needle and removed her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. If that doesn't do it, I don't know what will.

She took the needle into her right hand and opened the door. She leaned against the doorjamb and kept her right arm behind her back.

She smiled seductively at Vegeta who was sitting on the bed. He had taken his shirt off. Her eyes passed over his muscular chest before she entered the room.

She stood in front of him and pushed him back on the bed with her left hand. He laid back against the sheets and she crawled on top of him.

"You know," he said. "I like to be on top."

She smiled. "Oh, you'll get your chance." She lowered her mouth to his neck and her tongue flicked out across his skin. She bit down gently on his neck and he moaned and rubbed his hand over her butt.

She raised her arm and plunged the needle into his right arm. Simultaneously, she bit down hard on his skin and he gasped.

She pulled the needle out of his arm and he sat up, throwing her off of him. She landed on the floor and looked up at him, wide-eyed.

He looked at his arm and then at her. "What have you done?"

She scooted back on the floor and bit her lip. Shit, why isn't it working?

He stood and went to her. "You little bitch! Who are you? Who are you working for?"

She didn't say anything as he knelt beside her. He wrapped his hands around her throat in an attempt to choke her. She dropped the needle and placed her hands over his.

After a moment, she noticed his grip loosening. She looked at him and his eyelids were beginning to droop. He pulled back from her. "Damn…you…" He fell back on the carpet.

She knelt beside the Prince who lay supine. His eyes rolled up to look at her. She ran into the bathroom and sucked more of the liquid from the bottle. She hurried out to him and injected the liquid into his arm. His eyes fluttered shut and his body became still.

Sachiko stood over him and put the disposed of the needle. She retrieved her shirt from the bathroom and put it on. She unclipped a small two-way video communicator from her waist. She flipped open the screen and pressed a few buttons on the keypad.

"Kitty? Are you there?" she spoke into the microphone.

Her comrade, Katherine's, face came onto the screen. "Yep. Did you get `im?"

"Of course I did," she said. "Take a look." She lowered the communicator to the floor.

"You didn't kill him, did you? They want him alive."

"Don't worry, he's unconscious." Sachiko lifted the communicator. "Say, can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Bring the ship here so that I don't have to lug him all the way to you," she said, with a smile.

Kitty laughed. "You're so lazy!"

"Lazy! Dragging that other Saiya-jin nearly killed me! I think I might have pulled something." She rubbed her back for emphasis.

"Yeah, all right," Kitty finally said. "I'll be there soon. Hang in there."

Sachiko closed the communicator and looked down at the unconscious Saiya-jin Prince. "I almost feel sorry for you. You fell right into my trap."

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A/N: Please tell me what you think of this fic. I'm really excited about posting it and I had fun writing it. Please review so I can decide whether to continue it or not. Also, try checking out my other fic, "The Prince's Captive." I finally updated it.