Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Breathe Today, Tomorrow Unknown ❯ Code Red-236 ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Oh no, what is Vegeta going to do? xD

"So, we're conquering a place called Namek next?" A voice from across the table spoke aloud to everyone as he leaned back in his chair, placing both of his hands behind his head in a relaxed, confident pose. "What resources do they have? Why this planet?" He seemed curious.

"Namek is basically a vacant planet, the beings that do live there are weak so it wouldn't be hard to take over at all." King Vegeta spoke in a deep voice as he paced back and forth across the room. His stride was confident, knowing that this could easily be done. He had been ruling the planet almost his whole life, conquering others in its name, this meeting was nothing new to him. "We could use it as a dumping ground,the extra space would be nice to have."

"We already have a bunch of planets that we could use as dumping grounds, though. No disrespect, my king." The lower level Saiyan slunched back over the table.

King Vegeta gave a quick glance at the being who talked back to him, "That we do, but all of those other planets that we have have things we can use; valuable resources in which this planet does not." His stern voice made the Saiyan's eyes avert away from his. It didn't take much for the king to put his subjects in their place.

"I agree with the moron over there." Prince Vegeta uncrossed his arms as he, too, stood up in front of their counsel. "We already have enough planets that we can use for dumping our shit on." His powerful walk matched his father. "We should put our time to something better suited for us mighty Saiyans."

"And what would that be, my son?" King Vegeta stopped in his tracks to hear what his son had to say. He could tell that he was eager to wear the crown, but he was far from prepared. Since raising him from a child into a man, King Vegeta knew his son very well, knowing he had a tendency to bite off more than he could chew.

"We could be spending our time becoming Gods, ruling everything in existence. Everyone will know the power of us Saiyans." Prince Vegeta spoke with pride as he addressed everyone in the room.

His father smiled. Yes, Prince Vegeta sometimes bit off more than he could chew, but he had such Saiyan pride. He knew his son would rule Planet Vegeta nicely since he always put his people first. He figured it was that or his son's ego, either way, it benefited the Saiyan race.

"Then we must start by conquering every planet that we can, whether it is a dumping sight or something of great value." The king walked over to his son, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Then after, we'll rule all that exists." A devious smile formed on both Prince and King Vegeta's face.

"Very well, father." Prince Vegeta knew he'd get nowhere with his father, he'd just have to grin and bare it until he ruled their proud planet. Then, he'd be able to lead their race into victory instead of playing the games that his father was doing.

"So Namek it is." King Vegeta turned around to look at his planet from a window in the counsel room. "We're done here."

Internally, Prince Vegeta was happy about getting out of the meeting, but on the outside he wore his emotions differently with a stoic expression planted on his face. Bowing to his father before leaving the counsel room, he couldn't be happier about finally leaving after hours of discussions.

If there was one thing Prince Vegeta hated, it was having to listen to his father's plans about Planet Vegeta and their way to victory. Sure, his way worked in the past, but those days were long over. There were other races out there getting stronger by the minute, and his father was wasting their valuable time conquering useless planets. It made absolutely no sense to him, nor would it ever make sense. He wanted to rule, and he wanted to rule now while the Saiyans had the upper hand. The whole situation frustrated him to no end, making him excited just to get to his room to relax.

A devilish smile made its was across his face as he continued to walk to his room; the woman. If anything, he'd just take his frustrations out on her. She was the perfect little play thing to take his frustrations out on. He didn't know how he didn't think of taking her sooner. She had so much fire built up in her that she was perfect specimen for him. She hated him and his race so much from killing her family in front of her and enslaving her, that he knew she would fight back as much as she could. Sure, the other slave girls did so, but that fight only lasted a short while, while the blue haired girls' fight had been going on for almost 15 years. Her mental strength was beyond any humans' that he'd ever encountered. His smile grew deeper.

He remembered when he first got the girl, ballsy little thing she was. When he and his body guard roamed the Slave Station hallways, she was the only one to just sit and watch the Saiyans pass by. Everyone else that was imprisoned there were panicking, crying, yelling, trying to escape, punching the walls or banging their heads against it, and anything else that annoyed him; but not her. He remembered not even planning on getting a slave that day, but she was perfect. She was the first thing that Prince Vegeta had ever actually owned, without the co-sign of his father. In one way or another, she was important to him just for the fact of being his first thing to conquer, to rule over.

Growing up, she was just his property that did his simple bidding. Every once in a while she'd slip up and he'd have to punish her, but he felt that that's what turned her into the excellent slave that she was today. Unless she slipped up, though, he never noticed her. She went through an odd human stage that made him avert his eyes away from her each time he'd see her, the rare times that he would. After those experiences, he just left her alone unless he needed something done or if she fucked up. It wasn't until the recent celebration of the Saiyan's ruling another planet did he notice her. That is the first time he saw her as a woman. His eyes lusted after her from that night on. Even if she didn't punch his other concubine, he was going to kill her anyway. Once the idea of making Bulma his new sex toy crossed his mind, there was no going back. She was it.

The thoughts of taking the woman only made Vegeta eager to enter his room. As he neared his room, he could here the pleas from the other side. 'Looks like she's ready to get out.' He thought to himself as he started the code to unlock his doors. Making his way down the tiny hallway before getting to his room, his adrenaline of the night become started to build up. She was so fun, and tasted just as sweet. He put the code in to open the door that lead to his room.

"Tired of me already? Is that why you're making such a racket? No ones coming for-" He stopped in mid sentence as his eyes met that of a young, cowering girl on the floor. His brows narrowed. Jerking his head to his bed, he noticed that it was empty. Ripping his head back to the girl, he walked over to her, crouching down to her level before he spoke to her. "Where is my concubine?!" His tone was sharper and raspier than usual.

"I...I...I-" The girl began to cry as the Saiyan towered over her in his crouched position infront of her.

Grabbing the girl by the neck,Vegeta began to stand up, holding her up just enough to where her feet couldn't touch the floor. "I asked you a question!" His voice became loud as he gave a quick shake.

Grabbing his wrist with both of her hands, the girl tried to say something, but couldn't because of his hand on her throat. He tightened his grip.

"I said, where is my concubine?" His voice lowered as he held her in his grasp."You Humans are so ugly when you cry." He brought his arm in before lunging it outward, making the girl fly across the room to hit a wall, bouncing off of it before hitting the floor. Her loud coughs only egged him on.

Walking closer to her, he knelt by the injured girl. "Now, do I need to repeat myself?" He placed his hand on the back of her head, bunching up her hair, pulling it up in the process.

"No, please." The girl painfully spoke her wide eyes stayed strong on Vegeta. "She...She got out." The tears from her eyes started to stain her cheeks red.

"And how did that happen?" Vegeta kept his voice low.

"When I was in the closet, she ran out of the room." Vegeta let the girl's hair go, watching her fall to the floor.

"And why was the door open?" He stood up, towering over her.

"Because I thought she was chained up." The girl remained in her position below him, not wanting to move.

"And what gave you that idea?" He pursued her.

"She was on the bed, just like she was yesterday." She could barely make her words form out of her mouth.

"So," Vegeta began as he started to walk around the tiny human girl. "Because she was chained up yesterday, you figured she'd be chained up today because she was in the same spot on the bed?"

"Yes." Vegeta brought his leg back before kicking the human.

"Yes what?" He brought his leg back once more, pausing it there.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta!" She screamed at the top of her lungs from the painful kick. Vegeta smiled at the weak human.

"So you left the door open." He folded his arms across his chest.

"Yes, Prince Vegeta, that's why I left the door open." the girl let out a cough.

"So, you know how yesterday you woke up, and today you woke up?" Vegeta began to walk around her once again.

The girl nodded her head.

"Well, it would be safe to say that because of that pattern, that you'll wake up tomorrow. Am I correct?" He stopped directly in front of her.

The girl froze.

"I said, am I correct?" He bent down and grabbed her head, bringing it up to look at him. He laughed at how pathetic she looked with tears falling from her eyes and snot running down from her nose.

"Correct." She whispered as more tears were brought to her eyes.

"Oh my dear," Vegeta took his other hand and wiped away the tears from one of her eyes, "You could not be more wrong." He smiled wide as he placed each one of his hands on each side of her head. With a sharp twist, he broke the girls neck. "Pathetic, worthless creature."

Standing up,Vegeta narrowed his brows as he started to leave his room. How could the girl have gotten out in the position that she was in? Why didn't Kakarot stop her?

"Kakarot..."

Walking faster than before, Vegeta made his way around the palace, searching for any sign of them, thinking of where they could have gone. As he burst through every room he came across, it was when he forced his way into the commons that he got a clue of where they went.

"Prince Vegeta," a voice called out, making their way over to their angered prince, "Why are you so angry? Is it about that girl you had taken care of?"

Within an instant, Prince Vegeta pinned the other Saiyan against the nearest wall. "What do you mean 'girl I had taken care of'?!" He demanded as he pushed the man even further into the palace walls, cracking it in the process.

"Yeah, Goku was taking her south of here, saying that you had ordered for her to be taken care of and that she'd no longer be your problem." The Saiyan's voice shook as his ruler held him against the wall, knowing he was unable to do anything about it.

"The ships!" Vegeta threw the Saiyan as he made his way to the docking point, which was the only thing south of the commons that was worth going to.

He didn't know how he didn't see if before, Kakarot and the girl. They had been together for years, he should have known something was bound to happen. Along with feeling betrayed and undermined by his comrad, he was pissed at the fact that he took his woman. Bulma was his property. HIS property. How dare someone tamper with what belonged to him?!

Making his way to the docking point in no time, Vegeta was about to walk in when he heard a small tapping noise in a room to his left. Darting his eyes over, he quickly went to the door and opened it, seeing one of his pilots torn apart in there. "What the hell happened to you?!" He demanded, not caring about his soldiers wounds.

"Ka...Kakarot. He..." Placing a hand up to silence the man, Vegeta took it down when the man understood his command to stop talking.

"Which ship did you pilot?" Vegeta started to become impatient with the man in front of him.

"Red-236." His voice barely above a whisper.

"A slave ship." Vegeta stood up and made his way back to the door leading to the docking point. Once he entered, he used a device on the wall, that was used to call pilots to their ships, to call someone to aid the injured man. Sure, he didn't care too much, but he was still a Saiyan. Plus, if someone else found him that way and they told them that Vegeta didn't do anything, it would silently hinder his relationship with his people. Once the call was made, he checked for the spot that the slave ship should have been. It was gone.

"Clever bastard." Vegeta spoke aloud as he figured out all of Kakarot's plans.

Making his way out from the docking point, he saw that people were already tending to the wounded man. He continued on as he made his way into one of the war rooms, paging his most compitant men. It wasn't long until they made their way to the room where Vegeta restlessly awaited.

"Kakarot has betrayed us," He began as he spoke in front of his selected men. "And he took something that belongs to me. Your job is to find them and bring them back to me, alive. They left on the spaceship Red-236. No go, find them." He waved his hand to dismiss them. He would have personally gone if his father didn't make plans for them to go take over Namek. It was a shame that he was unable to go get the traitor himself. But, he knew it was only a matter of time before they'd both be back in his grasp. "I'm coming for you."

A/N: Remember at the top when I asked what Vegeta was going to do? Yeah, he's going to go batshit crazy. xD