Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Demons ❯ Time to reflect. ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Lauryn

Vegeta cursed under his breath as he stormed down the halls of his military base. The bombs that had been dropped earlier had forced the Junsui to retreat for the time being, but in the same instance, it'd caused a dramatic loss in his own army as well. He wasn't happy about someone giving such an attack the go ahead without his consent. Whoever it was would surely pay for their disobedience in his ranks.

The prince threw open the doors to the council room and stormed in without hesitation, taking notice to the surprised expressions on some of the warrior's faces.

"Who ordered that attack today?! Do you have any idea how many of our own men that killing spree cost us?!"

The warriors were silent as the room's occupants exchanged nervous glances. They too, were afraid of their own leader, even if they were supposed to be on the same side. More than once the warriors had witnessed the prince kill members of his own army if they rubbed him the wrong way, and they knew he wouldn't hesitate to repeat the harsh action.

"I ordered that attack."

A hush fell over the room as the tyrant known as Daraku spoke up. Vegeta turned and looked the `man', if that's what you chose to consider him. Most thought of him a beast, even the ugliest of warriors. Daraku was well over six feet tall and had rough bumpy skin that was a disgusting mix of green and purple. He had lizard looking eyes that were blood red and had two razor sharp horns protruding from his forehead. A long, steel plated tail swung behind the demon, and held so much power that just a tap could break bones. The man had large elf-like ears as well, which were capable of hearing a pin drop in the noisiest of rooms.

"Do you have a problem with my methods, Vegeta?" Daraku asked with a cruel smirk that exposed his large fangs.

Of course the prince had a problem with it. He didn't even know what the point of it had been! The battle was going well from what he had observed, so dropping those bombs was probably only a game to the demon.

"No." Vegeta answered flatly.

Even he knew not to oppose Daraku. He had his pride, but he had a brain as well.

"Very good then." the man said with a smile as he strode past the prince and into the room. "Not that I need to explain myself to you, but I got word that my warriors and the enemy were planning to rebel against me. Some of my sources say that a few of my strongest fighters were seen talking with the Junsui warriors rather than blowing their brains out."

Vegeta stiffened as Daraku paused and turned to face him again. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"I would, actually. If whoever had been spying on me had gotten the whole story before running back to you like the dog they are, then they would have known that I had stumbled upon another Saiyajin with great potential. I was simply gathering information on him."

Daraku raised a scaled eyebrow as his interest peeked. "Another Saiyajin, you say? Sided with the Junsui I presume?"

The prince folded his arms and nodded.

"And what information did you manage to gather from him?"

"Not much." Vegeta growled. "I had to leave the battlefield before I was blown to bits, but I managed to figure out that his name was Kakarotto and he seems to have been brainwashed. He didn't even know what a Saiyajin was."

The demon's tail lashed behind him as he considered the prince's words. He knew that Saiyajins were extremely valuable. The weakest Saiyajin was still stronger than most other races of warrior he held in his army. Every single one was worth attention, and he didn't like that there was one fighting against him.

"Any other information?" he asked as he looked back at Vegeta. He could tell by the look in his eye that there was something else.

The prince hesitated a moment before speaking up. "Yes. Unlike most Saiyajins, Kakarotto had golden hair and green eyes."

Daraku looked surprised for a moment before his usual cold and unforgiving expression returned to his face. "Very unusual. A genetic defect perhaps?"

"Perhaps." the prince replied. Vegeta knew that Kakarotto matched the description given of the legendary Super Saiyajin, but that was a bit of info he didn't want Daraku to be aware of just yet. If the demon knew the power Saiyajins were truly capable of, then he might consider them a threat and could do something about it.

"Interesting. I'll have to get a look at this Saiyajin myself."

Vegeta and the other silent warriors watched as the demon left the room, and each sighed in relief once he was out of sight.

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"Man, I'm starving! I can't even remember the last time I ate!" Goku whined as he clutched his stomach as if he were in pain, which he kinda was.

"Try two hours ago." a short man beside him laughed. He was a bald man and his ears were slightly pointed to give him an elf like appearance. Most called him cue ball, but he preferred Krillin.

"Two hours?! But that was ages ago!" the Saiyajin cried as he continued to walk down a long hallway that would eventually lead to the cafeteria.

"No, it was 120 minutes ago." Krillin said in amusement.

"Stop it! You're making me hungrier!"

After a few minutes of walking, the large doors to the cafeteria came into view. Goku smiled happily once he was sure that he wouldn't die of hunger and began to think of all the wonderful foods he would reek havoc upon in just a few more seconds.

"There you are!"

Both Goku and Krillin froze as a woman with long dark hair and black eyes burst through the doors up ahead. She wore a tight fitting light blue dress that stretched to her ankles and trailed along the floor behind her as she walked. Bracelets decorated her arms as well. She was known for collecting shiny objects. The woman was stronger than most her size, but she was more of a motherly type rather than a fighter.

"ChiChi alert, ChiChi alert." Krillin whispered to the Saiyajin at his side, who was already looking for a way around the woman. He'd known her since they were kids and while ChiChi seemed to have more than friendship on her mind, Goku just wanted food at the moment.

"I was beginning to think you'd gotten hurt out there! I heard about the bombs that were dropped. What a dirty tactic!" the woman cried as she rushed over to the duo. She promptly pushed Krillin out of the way and walked in a circle around the Saiyajin to make sure he was indeed in one piece.

"I'm fine, ChiChi. But I'm gonna drop dead if I don't eat soon, so if you don't mind…"

The woman gasped and jumped in front of Goku to stop him from going any further. "But you have a wound!"

"Huh? Where?" the Saiyajin blinked in confusion and looked down at himself, starting to wonder whether he was dying from more than just hunger after all.

"Right there, dummy!" ChiChi snapped as she pointed to the cut on the Saiyajin's chest.

"But that's just a scratch! It's barely skin deep!" Goku cried, desperately trying to get around the insistent woman, but it was no use.

"No, no, no! I'm taking you to see Bulma right now! It'll only take a second, so don't be such a baby about it!" the woman said as she grabbed the man's arm and began to pull him down the hall. Goku looked back at Krillin for help, but the man just smiled and waved as he backed toward the cafeteria.

"HEY! I just have one thing to say to you!" the Saiyajin shouted.

"What's that?" Krillin grinned.

"Save me some pie!"

"I can't promise anything!" the short man called back as he laughed and disappeared behind the door.

"Damn you, cue ball!" Goku shouted as he shook his fist angrily.

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"Bulma! I have another patient for you!"

A woman with long blue hair and large blue eyes turned and smiled as ChiChi burst into the medical ward, towing a not so happy looking Goku behind her.

"What'd you get yourself into this time, kid?" the older woman asked as she motioned for the Saiyajin to come over. She'd known the man since he was a baby and thought of him as a younger brother, something she never got to have since her parents were killed years ago by the Yokoshima army. She'd been filled with hate when it had first happened. She had only been twelve after all, but shortly after, she had found an infant among the ruins of her city. Bulma had assumed that the kid's parents had been killed in the attack as well, so she took him in and used her healing powers to fix a nasty wound on the child's head. She found it rather odd that the boy had a tail, but she herself was born with intricately decorated fairy wings, so it wasn't that strange after all. What was strange was that after the two had been taken in by the Junsui, which was like one large family, the boy she'd personally named Goku had suddenly sprouted angel type wings at the age of ten. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't dwell over it either. Stranger things had been known to happen, after all. For example, shortly after the wings made an appearance, Goku was able to change his hair and eye color. Neither understood it, but the boy would amuse himself for hours on end sitting in front of a mirror while changing his hair from black to blonde.

"Earth to Bulma!"

The woman blinked and looked at Goku, who was waving his hand in front of her face.

"Did I zone out again? Sorry. What seems to be the problem anyway?" she asked as she looked over the warrior.

"I don't know. Besides the fact I'm starving to death, ChiChi seems to think that this horrible battle wound is dangerously close to vital organs and could cause permanent injury, or worse, death!" Goku said in mock horror.

Bulma looked at the scratch on the man's chest and gasped. "Oh my! She's right! I don't think there's anything I can do for you!"

"Too bad! I'll just go have my last meal before I die then." Goku said as he started to walk toward the door.

ChiChi, who had been watching the entire mock fest with a less than amused expression on her face, grabbed the Saiyajin's arm and forced him to stop. "Ok, so I might have exaggerated a bit, but I still want it healed!"

Bulma shook her head and chuckled softly at the other woman's protective nature and raised her hand to Goku's chest. Shortly after, her hand began to glow with a blue light and seconds later, the small wound on the man's chest was healed completely.

"There you are. Good as new. Now go eat before you really drop dead."

"Finally!" Goku cried as he turned and ran toward the door. He paused and glanced back at Bulma for a moment. She was also known for her intelligence, not just her healing powers, and he had a question he was hoping she could answer. "Hey, Bulma. Do you know what a Saiyajin is?"

The blue haired woman blinked before frowning. "Saiyajins are evil demon creatures that fight in the Yokoshima army. They're ruthless and I want you to stay away from them, you hear me?!"

"Evil, eh? That's weird cuz one told me I was a Saiyajin today too. Oh well!" Goku waved cheerfully and disappeared out of the room to get a much-needed meal, leaving Bulma and ChiChi staring at his after image in shock.

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