Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angelic Demons ❯ To battle ( Chapter 4 )
Sorry about the delay! Didn't mean to keep you all waiting so long.
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Vegeta quietly returned to the Yokoshima military base with a smile on his face. He would consider his mission successful once all was said and done. He decided that Kakarotto was definitely a Saiyajin worth taking the time to mold into perfection.
But that Bulma woman had a point.
From what the prince had seen, the younger Saiyajin didn't have a trace of darkness in his soul, so he'd have to go about recruiting him in a completely different way than he originally intended. The baka looked trusting enough, so why wouldn't he trust one of his own kind? Maybe because he was evil… But he was a good actor too. The Saiyajin Prince's acting could convince anyone that he was a perfect little angel if he tried hard enough. The person he was fooling had to be a moron too though, and in this case, he was.
Vegeta entered his private chambers and closed the door behind him before heading straight for bed. It was nearing three in the morning and he needed every bit of sleep he could get. He had the strangest feeling that tomorrow was not going to be a good day. But then again, what day was? The prince didn't even bother taking off his armor before falling backward onto his large bed. He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.
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"Vegeta, wake up!"
The prince growled in frustration as the rough voice of Piccolo reeked havoc on his ears, tearing him from the wonderful dream he was having about ripping Daraku's spine out and strangling him with it.
"You bastard… Can you not see that I'm sleeping here?" the Saiyajin muttered without opening his eyes.
"I heard more than I saw. Your snoring can be heard all the way down the hall!" Piccolo spat in irritation.
"So then stuff a couple of soldiers into your giant freakish ears if it bothers you so much. Just make sure they aren't too valuable to my army." the prince muttered as he turned onto his side to face away from the Namek.
"Har, Har! Now get your ass up! Daraku has requested your presence in his quarters right away."
Vegeta was silent for a moment before moaning in annoyance and rolling off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. Piccolo raised an eyebrow as he watched the Saiyajin crawl across the floor sluggishly. "So graceful today. Were you up all night practicing your evil villain laugh again?"
"Now look who's a comedian." the prince muttered as he grabbed a small bottle off a table and quickly swallowed a couple pills from the container. He sat on the floor in silence for a moment before opening his eyes and jumping up. Seconds later, he was out the door.
Piccolo picked up the bottle and read the small label. "Pep Pills. Hn. A Peppy Vegeta. What a horrifying thought…"
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Vegeta grumbled in annoyance as he knocked on the door leading to Daraku's chamber. The Saiyajin had been asleep for no more than an hour before he was summoned and not even the Pep Pills he'd taken were keeping him at full alertness.
"Enter!" a rough voice called from inside the room.
The Saiyajin pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it afterward. Daraku was currently standing by a window, gazing out at the barren landscape as if he wasn't even aware of Vegeta's presence. After a long lapse of silence, he finally turned toward the warrior.
"I have decided to issue another attack on the Junsui. This time, I want you to ignore my usual command to take no prisoners. Prisoners are exactly what we need."
The prince raised an eyebrow in question. "How do you figure?"
Daraku smirked and took a seat before continuing. "Easy. The Junsui are pure of heart, so naturally they wouldn't dream of leaving one of their own behind if they were still alive. In fact, I've seen them return to the battlefield to retrieve their dead. Pitiful fools. Now if we have some of their own, then we'd have the upper hand. We'd be in the position to make demands. I won't expect them to surrender over a few captured comrades, but having a little power isn't a bad thing, wouldn't you say?"
"I would." Vegeta replied. "Is that all?"
The demon looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "I want you to make sure you capture warriors that look of some importance to the Junsui. We've fought with them enough to know who has a higher position in ranks, so singling out some of them shouldn't be a problem. Oh, and I want you to bring that blonde Saiyajin you mentioned to me. If he is indeed a Saiyajin, then I may be able to convert him into a Yokoshima. If not, I'll kill him. I don't need a Saiyajin fighting against me. Now go prepare the troops. You attack at noon."
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Vegeta burst back into his chamber and slammed the door shut behind him. "KUSO!!"
"Meeting not go well?" a voice asked.
The prince looked up and spotted a woman sitting on the edge of his bed with a smirk on her face. She was an android created by Daraku himself and went by the name of Cell. Her hard armored skin was a deep purple color with yellow spots. Black patches of an even harder material covered her chest, shoulders, and shins. Behind her were two shell-looking wings, which were made out of the same black material.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?!" the prince growled. Cell was not someone he was fond of, and the android was constantly challenging his authority.
"Oh come now, my dear prince. Daraku appointed me as your partner for this mission. For some reason he has some suspicions about you and so he needed someone he could trust to tag along to make sure all the best warriors were brought back alive."
"Well I don't trust you anymore than Daraku trusts me." Vegeta snapped as he glared into the gleaming green eyes of the android, who was now walking casually toward him.
"Do you think I care? Either way, I'm coming with. You have time to get some sleep before you're needed to prep the troops. I know you had a late night." Cell smirked devilishly as she walked past the prince, who spun around to face her.
"You're the one whose been spying on me?!"
"Not spying. I just happen to always be in the right place at the right time with the right set of binoculars." the android mocked before walking out the door, laughing as the Saiyajin slammed it behind her.
"Stupid bitch. If she weren't capable of breaking both my arms I would have introduced her to my fists." The prince growled as he stormed over to his bed and flopped onto his stomach. Cell was extremely powerful since Daraku himself constructed her. No one had seen her true potential yet, but they'd seen enough to know when they were outmatched. Vegeta thought he could beat her, but he wasn't sure if he could walk away with as many limbs as he'd started with. The prince growled in irritation and flipped onto his back.
A few minutes later he sat back up and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Damn Pep Pills!!"
Vegeta walked around the room a bit before stomping his foot in irritation. He knew he needed sleep, but as of now, he was wired. The prince looked around the room for a minute before storming over to the door and swinging it open. He walked down the hallway until he'd reached his intended destination and pounded on the door, then folded his arms and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the occupant to answer.
As expected, Piccolo opened the door seconds later.
"What do y---AH!" the Namek was cut short as Vegeta suddenly punched him right in the nose then turned and went back to his room. Piccolo blinked in confusion as he held his hand over his bleeding nose, flinching as the sound of Vegeta's slamming door echoed off the walls. He frowned a moment later as the event finally sunk in and began muttering under his breath angrily.
"Lousy peppy Vegeta. I outta… I outta…. Do…something…. Damn it."
Piccolo growled in annoyance and returned to his room, slamming the door shut afterward.
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"What are you doing?" Goku asked as he watched Bulma fiddle with a strange looking camera she was setting up in the hall outside his room.
"This camera can pick up body heat, so if Vegeta happens to stroll back in here, invisible or not, we'll be able to see him. I'll be setting one up in your room too and in the cafeteria. The monitors are in my room and in the main security station. I don't trust those lazy bums to watch the screens like they should."
"I don't want a camera in my room! Especially if you'll be watching!" the Saiyajin cried as he folded his arms and frowned.
Bulma grinned and turned back to him. "Why? Got something to hide?"
Goku stared at her for a moment before smirking. "No. I just don't give free shows. I charge by the hour."
The blue haired woman snorted and laughed before turning back to the camera. "Ha! What a riot! You little shows probably involve food, am I right?"
"Only one way to find out." the Saiyajin said with a mischievous smile.
"My, my, Goku! I never knew you had such a kinky mind!" Bulma chuckled.
"I learned from the best."
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"There you two are! I've been looking for you all morning!" Krillin called as he ran down the hall.
"You haven't been looking very hard then because we've been here the entire time." Bulma said as she stretched. She'd just finished installing the last of the cameras, and despite Goku's protests, one was placed in his room too.
The short man blinked and looked at all the mounted cameras. "What's with those?"
"Security." the blue haired woman replied.
"Security from what? You're in the middle of a military base filled with the strongest fighters the Junsui have to offer."
"Security from invisible Vegetas!" Bulma snapped backed in annoyance.
Krillin raised an eyebrow and looked at Goku, who shrugged and made a motion that indicated the woman was nuts. Bulma growled and stomped on his foot, causing the Saiyajin to scream in pain and jump around the hall on his uninjured foot.
"Now who looks crazy?" she muttered.
Suddenly, a loud alarm sounded within the building. It was the signal that the Yokoshima were on attack and all warriors were to report to battle right away.
"Oh no! He's here already!" Bulma cried. She gasped when Goku ran past her and she quickly dove at him and wrapped her arms around his leg, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.
"Bulma! I have to go!"
"Wait! It's too dangerous! Can't you sit this one out for once?" the woman cried as she continued to latch onto his leg.
"What am I supposed to do?! Hide under the bed?"
Bulma thought for a moment before nodding. "Yes, yes! That would be good!"
Goku rolled his eyes and pried the woman's arms off him before stepping out of her reach. "Relax, Bulma. I'll be back before you know it."
"You better be!" the blue haired woman shouted as she shook her fist at the Saiyajin, who was now running down the hall to catch up with Krillin. "Because I want to see one of your shows, damn it!"
The last thing she heard from Goku was a laugh before he disappeared from sight.