Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterflies & Hurricanes ❯ Chapter 32
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.01.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 246 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.01.2016 | Pages: 13 | Words: 7.7K | Visits: 246 | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 32
They finally landed on their destination planet and were ready to go. It had taken them a few weeks longer than expected to get there. They had found themselves stuck in the middle of a severe asteroid storm.
They boys had found it exciting, but it had been anything but to everyone else. The ship had taken on a few critical hits and they had needed to navigate out of it and find a planet to make the appropriate repairs before continuing. The repairs themselves had taken a week and then it had been an extra week’s travel to get there from the planet they had been on.
“Alright, boys listen up,” Jeyice said as he walked into the room where the boys were suiting up and getting ready to exit the ship and begin their first mission. “Neither of you is to leave my sight at any point during the mission. You will follow my orders to a T and you are not to speak to anyone unless spoken to and even then you are to remain silent.”
“Alright,” both boys nodded.
“I can’t wait to blow some shit up!” Trunks said enthusiastically.
“No, this is more of a diplomatic mission,” Jeyice said. “There will be no blowing of shit up without my expressed permission to do so and even then, you are observers only. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they nodded in disappointment. They had worked really hard in the last few weeks and really wanted to let loose and try their new skills out.
Even the planet they had been to while the ship had been getting repairs had been boring because Jeyice hadn’t allowed them to do anything but train. He had left them to go off and do his own thing, leaving them in their room with whoever he chose to babysit them and they were only allowed out for meals.
They remembered what Bulma had told them about restaurants and decided that they liked them. They could order whatever they wanted instead of eating the same slop that was available on the ship day in and day out. They had made a point of ordering something different for each meal and even ordered different things individually so they could sample each other’s meals. There were a few food items they did enjoy back home on Cold’s base, but none of it had compared to anything that they had devoured on that planet.
So while this mission had so far been painfully boring to them, at least the food had been a highlight.
“Awe, come on Jeyice, it’s their first mission, Recoome said. “They should be allowed to have a little fun.”
“You are not to undermine me any further, Recoome.” Jeyice said sternly.
“Yes, sir,” Recoome nodded.
“We are here to collect a payment for protecting these people from planets stronger than them. It was a good arrangement until they fell behind on their payments. Now Cold wants payment in full and we are to wash our hands of them. They are to fend for themselves after this.” Jeyice explained.
They exited the ship and made their way to the palace, which was located not far from the landing dock. The planet was clearly a water planet and was very humid. From what the boys could see, there were lakes and oceans everywhere. All the buildings were built on platforms on top of the vast water plain. There was little to no vegetation from what the boys noticed and they wondered what these people ate?
“We are here to see King Geralt,” Jeyice said to the two guards at the front of the palace. They were both very tall and almost gangly in appearance, mostly humanoid, with light blue skin and long dark hair pulled back. It was apparent that physically they couldn’t have been very strong and it made sense to the boys as to why they would need to pay for protection. They did not wear much for armour either and had spears at their sides. “We have been sent from King Cold to discuss business.”
“The King is away taking care of a few matters off planet,” one of the guards informed him.
“Then who may I speak with in his stead?” Jeyice asked impatiently.
The two guards looked at each other before the first guard replied. “You may speak with our queen. She is more than capable of handling any type of business dealings you may have while King Geralt is away.”
“When is he set to return?” Jeyice asked.
“That is unknown and we are not privy to his-”
“It’s above your pay grade, I get it,” Jeyice rudely interrupted him. “Very well, I shall speak with your queen then,”
Both guards nodded and the one who had spoken to them lead them into the palace which was plain but elegant.
The walls were a shimmery, iridescent silver color that was almost glass-like and were warped, giving the appearance that they were under water, being that the floors were a shiny blue and it reflected against the walls so the blue blended into the walls and lightened up into the silver in a sort of ombre effect. There was the odd aquatic plant in pots here and there sporadically by the entry ways of some of the doors, but that was it for decoration. Altogether it was almost serene and the boys had never seen such a beautiful building.
They were lead into a large, equally elegant but plainly decorated room and instructed to wait for the queen.
The walls were devoid of any decoration, with the exception of two portraits at the end of the room, presumably of the royal family.
The portrait on the left featured a regal-looking couple. They both appeared to be tall and gangly, just like the two guards they had met with outside.
They both had long, black hair. The male’s was shoulder length from the look of it and his skin was a darker blue than that of the woman next to him. Her skin color was lighter, almost a teal color and her dark hair was longer than her mate’s cascading in curls behind her back. They were both a good looking couple.
The picture next to them was of thee woman, assumed to be their daughters. Two of them had the look and light skin tone of their mother; the other was darker and took more after the father.
Jeyice paced impatiently as they waited, grumbling rude slurs about the native inhabitants and the planet to himself.
Finally, after several more long minutes the guard returned. “Our queen will be out momentarily,”
“Hopefully not too much longer,” Jeyice snipped, rudely.
The guard didn’t say anything further, only exited the room from the entrance of where they came.
“We should just torch this useless dump,” Jeyice said quietly to Recoome in annoyance. “Making us wait like this,”
“It’s not so bad,” Burter shrugged. “The planet I’m from is much like this,”
“Small wonder why it was destroyed and you ended up with us,” Jeyice snorted as he walked up to the two portraits on the wall. “However, were the woman as pleasing to the eye as these ones?”
“I cannot recall,” he shrugged.
“We could always take the women with us as payment and have a party on the way back,” he suggested, looking closely at the portrait of the three daughters. “Which one do you boys prefer?” he asked Trunks and Tarble, turning to them.
They weren’t sure how to react or what Jeyice even meant.
“They're all very pretty,” Trunks shrugged.
“That they are,” he nodded, walking back to them. “You are too young to even know what to do with them,”
Trunks scowled at him at the insult.
They heard the door opening from the door where the guard had gone through when he’d first brought them to this room.
“Hang on to that,” Jeyice said, taking his scouter off and tossing it at the boys, which neither of them knew which one he was aiming for so they both went for it and it fell in the ground.
Jeyice rolled his eyes and shook his head at them and Trunks nudged it with his foot towards him.
“Stand up straight and look presentable,” Jeyice hissed at him for attempting to pick up the scouter.
Trunks stood up, leaving the scouter on the floor, in front of him. He would grab it when they left.
“I apologize for the wait,” the queen said, walking into the room. On an in person observation, her hair was actually a dark navy blue rather than black. It flowed straight and was elbow length and she wore a loose-fitting long, white, dress. “What can I help you with?”
“I was sent from King Cold to collect your outstanding payment for services rendered,” Jeyice said, though he had a feeling she already knew exactly who he was and why he was there.
“Very well,” she said, handing him an envelope. “I'm afraid this is all we can pay at the moment. Please accept this as final payment and we will no longer be in need of King Cold’s services. Please apologize to him on my husband’s behalf for our lateness in payment, however we are under great financial crisis at the moment.”
“King Cold doesn’t give a shit about your money problems,” he said coldly, snatching the envelope from her and looking into it. “And this is not even close to settling the outstanding balance,”
“Well that’s all we have to offer and that’s all you’ll get,” she replied, firmly, standing tall, refusing to back down. “Take it or leave it.”
Jeyice smirked at her as he looked her up and down in a manner that made her very aware that he was mentally undressing her with his eyes. “I wouldn’t say it’s all you have to offer,” he leered suggestively.
“You disgusting little man!” she spat at him.
“I’m open to negotiating, are you?” he asked quietly, taking a few steps towards her in an attempt to make their conversation a bit more private.
“Absolutely not! Get out!”
“You see, you could do your planet and your people a favor by simply giving me a few minutes of your time in a back chamber somewhere or even right here in front of everyone, it matters little to me,” he sighed casually into her ear. “However you are a proud woman, I can see. We can finish the fine details of our little transaction in private where no one has to know. I will then take the payment that you have and wipe the slate clean with Cold, you’ll owe him nothing more. Refuse me, and me and my men will destroy this place, citizen by citizen, brick by brick and take only you and your lovely daughters back with us; my men would love some entertainment on the way back and we are in terrible need of fresh blood in our harem and a rather fat bounty for your king’s head will be set and believe you me, he will be found quickly and efficiently. The demise of Vegeta-sei has left everyone rather hungry these days.”
She gave him a murderous look, knowing that he was right. As it was, they could barely afford the payment they were making to Cold. Her husband was usually very good in his business dealings, but this time he had not made the right choice. She had advised him not to make this arrangement with Cold, but he had not taken her words of advice.
She nodded stiffly. “Alright,” she whispered between grit teeth. “But you are to leave immediately and nothing is to happen to my daughters. Understood?”
Jeyice smiled. “Understood,” he nodded, stepping away from her. “Alright, we have come to an agreement, you all are to leave, go back to the ship while the queen and I finalize our agreement and I collect payment.”
“Awe, that’s it?” Trunks huffed. “This was boring.”
Tarble shrugged. “Yea, it was but I didn’t want to blow this place up. It’s really nice here,” he said quietly to Trunks.
“You want us to all go back?” Recoome asked, put out.
“Yes, that’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“Alright, everyone,” Burter nodded, indicating for the two boys to follow him.
They all made it back to the ship rather quickly. Recoome wanted to eat and Burter was waiting on the score of some kind of game he had bet on.
“This was a waste of time,” grumbled Burter as they boarded the ship. “No wonder Jeyice is in such a pissy mood.”
“Not for long,” Recoome chuckled. “It's a shame he dismissed us. It’s been a while since I had decent tail.”
“You know he doesn’t share,” Burter told him. “That’s the only thing he ever has on his mind. Mark my words, Recoome, it’s going to get him into trouble one of these days.”
“You're probably right,” he nodded. “But it pisses me off that he always gets first pick, you know? Captain Ginyu used to reward us all regularly where the feminine spoils were concerned.”
“Speak for yourself,” Burter snorted.
“It’s not my fault your race doesn’t...”
“Enough,” he growled.
“Right, well I still don’t think it’s fair. He keeps Vegeta’s woman all to himself and won’t share-”
“Not in front of the boys you idiot!” Burter whispered hoarsely to him, pointing to the boys who had followed then into the kitchen area.
“You boys should go back to your quarters and wait for Jeyice,” Recoome advised them. He had forgotten all about them.
The boys were already disappointed enough that this mission hadn't been very exciting so they shrugged and went to their quarters as told.
“This is lame,” Trunks sighed.
“Ya,” Tarble agreed, taking his boots off. “Hey, was Recoome talking about mom?”
“I don’t know,” Trunks shrugged with a frown. Recoome’s comment bothered him but he wasn't sure what he’d meant by it and they’d been told to leave before he could ask about it. “Oh crap,”
“What?” Tarble asked in alarm.
“I left Jeyice’s scouter on the floor of the room we were in,” he said.
“Seriously?”
“Ya,” he nodded.
“Jeyice is going to be pissed!” Tarble exclaimed.
“Ya, we’d better go back and get it,” Trunks sighed, heading back out the door.
“How are we going to do that?”
“By going back and getting it, dummy,” Trunks sighed. “Be quiet, they’ll hear us,”
“Shouldn't we ask Recoome to come with us?”
“Are you kidding?” Trunks snorted. “We'll be in trouble for sure then!”
They stood in the hall a moment, listening to Burter and Recoome conversing about trading players of some game league.
When they were sure they could sneak out of the ship unnoticed, they scurried out as quickly as possible and made their way back towards the palace.
“I can't believe you left Jeyice’s scouter there on the floor!” Tarble reprimanded his brother.
“Shut up,” Trunks shot back. “You could have grabbed it too,”
“Ya well I tried to catch it when he threw it at us and you got in my way,”
“Well if you hadn’t gotten in my way, I’d have caught it,” Trunks insisted. “Whatever, we'll get it.”
Tarble huffed in annoyance at Trunks. It didn’t matter what it was, when he messed up, he always found a reason why it was also Tarble’s fault as well. “How are we going to get past the guard? Should we tell him we left something in the room?”
“No way, he’ll tell Jeyice,” Trunks shook his head. They both hid against a pillar as they considered what to do next.
“The other guy didn’t come back yet, why don’t I distract him by throwing a ki ball into the water and you sneak in?” Tarble suggested.
“Okay,” Trunks nodded. “You’re quicker. Just don’t launch too big of a ki ball or they’ll call in for more guys,”
“Right,” Tarble nodded, levitating into the air and keeping his body close to the wall of the palace while approaching the guard.
Meanwhile, Trunks tiptoed closer to the entrance and held his breath as Tarble stopped right above the guard. He hoped they wouldn’t be caught. The last thing they wanted to do was make Jeyice angry on their first mission. What if he never brought them out on another? Tarble had been working really hard on controlling his ki manipulation. This would prove if he had improved or not, though he was fairly confident that he could do this. The biggest problem was that he tended to over think it.
Tarble paused a moment, making sure the guard hadn’t noticed him and then launched three small ki balls into the body of water, one after another.
The guard reacted as they had hoped and ran to the end of the entrance of the palace where the body of water began. He observed the water cautiously, scanning the horizon for anything that may be a miss.
Tarble then sent another two blasts out into the water, scattering them so as to deflect the guard’s peripheral vision away from where the door was.
Trunks booked it towards the now unguarded door and snuck in with ease. Wanting to make sure they would not be caught, Tarble launched two more ki balls before dropping to the ground himself and going in after Trunks, who was standing not far from the door, waiting for him.
“Good job,” Trunks said with a smirk.
“Thanks,” Tarble nodded, standing tall. “Let’s go!”
They crept around the hall, trying to find their way back to the meeting room but there were so many doors, they couldn’t remember which one was which.
“I think it’s this one, Trunks,” Tarble whispered at a double set of doors where there was a large exotic plant next to the door frame.
“Are you sure?”
“Reasonably,” he nodded. “I needed to pee really badly and I remember wanting to just quickly go in the plants but didn’t because I didn’t want to get in trouble,”
Trunks laughed at him. “I told you to go before we went out,”
Tarble frowned at him briefly before opening one of the doors just a crack to make sure it was the right place, which it was. “Here we are, and there it is,”
“Great,” Trunks sighed in relief as they both walked into the empty room to pick up Jeyice’s scouter, they heard a muffled moan.
“What was that?” Tarble whispered.
“I don’t know,” Trunks shrugged, putting the scouter in his pocket so he wouldn’t lose it again. “Sounds like a wounded animal or something,”
“Should we find out?”
“Nah,” Trunks shook his head. “We’ll be in trouble if they notice we’re gone. What if Jeyice is back already?”
“You’re right,” Tarble agreed. They both began back towards the doors when they heard a slap and an accented voice.
“You like that, bitch?” it leered and there was another muffled cry, though it was difficult to tell if it was in agreement or not. It didn’t sound like it to the boys.
They looked at each other before booking it down to the end of the room where there was another door, curiosity taking over common sense. The door was opened just a crack. They stood there a moment, debating on whether or not they should investigate. All they could hear was a rhythmed slapping sound and the odd grunt.
Trunks shrugged and pulled on the handle just enough to open the door a little more; enough to peek inside.
What they saw was the queen with the top of her dress hanging down around her waist and the bottom of her dress up around her waist, bent over a desk and Jeyice with his pants down to his ankles, pumping his hips into her quickly from behind. One of his hands was in her hair on the back of her head, pulling her head up to look at him and the other was pulling on a breast.
They weren’t sure what they were witnessing, but it was clear that the queen was not happy with what Jeyice was doing and they weren’t sure if they should intervene or remain silent. They stood there, petrified, unable to move as they watched.
“You know you like it,” he said to her, removing his hand from her breast and slapping her ass hard. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“Just get on with it, you filth!” she snarled back between grit teeth. “When my husband finds out,”
“He’s not going to find out, is he?” Jeyice said, ramming himself harder into her. “I’ll deny the whole thing. ‘An if you do tell him, I’ll tell Cold that you seduced me. That you pulled my pants down and put my cock in your mouth and I simply couldn’t resist. Sure I’ll have to sit through a boring disciplinary hearing about it, but it will be worth it. You’re rumored to be one of the most beautiful women in the universe, what man could resist such a woman throwing herself at him? I tell him that, he will destroy this shit dump of a planet in a second!”
She didn’t say anything more, just closed her eyes and waited for him to finish, which he did, rather quickly after that.
“Do we have an understanding, love?” he asked as he pulled out of her.
“Yes,” she replied emotionlessly.
“Trunks, we have to go!” Tarble whispered.
“Good,” Jeyice said, tenderly kissing her on her bare shoulder. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Yeah,” Trunks agreed as they both quietly stepped away from the door and booked it across the room and back into the hallway. They speedily made their way back to the entry way of the palace and back to the ship, hoping their absence wouldn’t have been noticed.
Thankfully, it wasn’t. No one was waiting there. Burter and Recoome were in the lunch room arguing over some lost bet. Feeling nothing but relief, they headed to their room and closed the door.
“Okay, what the hell was that about?” Trunks asked Tarble, both boys having the same disturbed look of disgust on their faces.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think it was good,” Tarble said, frowning. He almost wished they hadn’t gone back to get the scouter; or if they had, just left and not checked to see what those noises had been.
Trunks didn’t say anything, he was just staring at the floor as he played the image over and over again in his mind. Something about it was nagging in the back of his mind that not only had they witnessed something they shouldn’t have, but that what Jeyice had done was very wrong. “I think we just saw something wrong.”
“I think so too but why would Jeyice do something bad?” Tarble asked. “Maybe that’s how deals are made?” Though even he had his doubts that this was legitimate.
“You have my scouter?” Jeyice asked as he abruptly walked into their room.
They both were somewhat startled and hoped he hadn’t heard them talking about what happened. They both looked at each other as they noticed he had a distinct smell all over him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it permeated the air around him and reminded them both of how he smelled after seeing their mother for some reason.
“Yes,” Trunks spoke up a moment later, taking the scouter out from his pocket and handing it to him. “So is that it?”
“Is what it?” he asked, taking his scouter and putting it back on his right ear.
“That’s the mission?” Trunks clarified.
“That’s it,” Jeyice smirked. “Why, was it not what you had in mind?”
“No,” Trunks shook his head. “I just thought it would be more fun is all,”
“Yea, we didn’t get to do anything or test our skills,” Tarble said. He felt torn. Part of him was glad it had been fairly straight forward and that they hadn’t been required to fight or kill anyone but there was a part of him that had been looking forward to resting his strength and he hadn’t had the chance to do that. He knew Trunks felt the same way.
“Well, not every mission you get sent on is a purging mission. Some are just about collection money that is owed to King Cold,” Jeyice explained. “Some of these back water dumps are so far behind on payments that Cold simply wishes to wash his hands of them. Like this one,”
“So did the queen make the payment?” Trunks asked hesitantly, unsure of he wanted to know all the angles there. It wasn’t sitting right with him.
“I suppose you could say she did,” he smirked. “Some payments aren’t made in monetary currency.”
The boys looked at each other a moment it dawning on them both at the same moment that maybe the agreement he had made with their mother wasn’t in cash payments as they had assumed.
“You should have your mother explain it to you when you see her next,” he snorted. “She knows all about the different types of alternative currency.”
“What type of payment did you get from her then?” Tarble asked with a frown, not wanting to think what he had a feeling it was, but need to know.
“Let’s just say she is very creative,” he replied after a moment’s thought.
“So if they didn’t have the full payment that King Cold needs and only paid what they had isn’t that a bad thing?”
“It is, Cold will not be happy,” he agreed. “That’s their own bloody fault. Don’t be surprised if we’re back in a few months to destroy this dump.”
“King Cold is going to be that upset?”
“Yea, he’s going to be pissed,” he nodded. “These roaches have been pissing around for a few years, not paying up and making excuses for a long time. You know what?”
“What?”
“You boys are absolutely right, this has been a rather boring mission for your first of many,” Jeyice said thoughtfully. “Come with me,”
They paused to look at each other before following Jeyice out of their room and into the cockpit of the ship, where the pilot was getting ready to take off.
“Have a seat,” Jeyice instructed them and they took their seats, settling in for take-off.
-0-0-0-
It had been two full months since the boys had been gone with Jeyice and Bulma hadn’t heard a word.
He had mentioned that they would be gone a month or two at the most. It had been two months. Why weren’t they back yet? Was everything okay?
She had asked Gero to inquire about the boys last week but he either hadn’t or no one had given him any information. She couldn’t leave the lab either and when she had sent Dende out to inquire but he hadn’t been able to find anything out either.
So she put all her thoughts and efforts into her projects. The stealth coating was finished and she was ready to begin applying it.
It still wasn’t what King Cold wanted, but he finally agreed that it was better than nothing at this point and a step in the right direction. However he still expected her to come up with what he originally wanted: a way to turn his soldiers invisible.
She still thought it was ridiculous, but the way she looked at it, it was something to keep her mind busy and occupied. When she didn’t have anything else to do, she’d spend her time having one-sided conversations with Vegeta and while she did talk to him every day, in hopes that he somehow could hear her through the cloud of his coma, there were moments where it did nothing but make her feel worse.
She missed him terribly.
His not being able to converse she figured was both a blessing and a curse. If he didn’t know what was going on, she hoped he was blissfully sleeping and unaware of everything that was happening. It was purely for selfish reasons she wished she could converse with him.
She was still working on the time machine but had hit a wall where that was concerned and she was growing discouraged with it and beginning to feel that it was nothing more than a silly piped dream she had concocted.
The time machine itself was finished. She was proud of the design. It was small and compact. It could only accommodate one occupant, which was all she had wanted. The controls were simple. There was still the problem of powering it, as she was afraid that it could only make a one way trip. However, she wasn’t overly concerned about that. She was fairly confident that she could easily remedy that.
It was the principle of figuring out the time travel itself that was leaving her feeling discouraged. She had no idea where to even begin or how to accomplish it.
Usually in the case of physics and mathematical theories, she was an ace and could come up with something easily but with this, nothing was coming to her. Nothing of any use anyway.
So she had taken a break on the time machine project to give herself some distance. It wouldn’t be the first time she walked away from a project temporarily only to come back to it and realize the solution was something so simple she should have been able to figure it out in the first place.
Since doing that, she’d turned her attentions to finding creative ways of potentially getting out of sleeping with Jeyice.
She had gotten Dende to acquire for her an edible body lotion from the harem. From there, she began creating a sleep remedy. It wasn’t finished yet. But the bright side to Jeyice not being back yet was that it was giving her more time to develop her concoction, which was trickier than she had originally thought it would be.
She needed a drug that could knock him out quickly and efficiently but not have him feel the after effects of grogginess the next morning. The last thing she wanted was for him to figure out that he had been drugged, nor did she want to overdose and kill him.
No, she had no qualms on him not existing, but she was certain that if she was deemed responsible for his death, she would have no chance of ever getting out of here.
She knew she knew she couldn’t rely on drugging him every time he wanted to use her, but if she could use this once in a while to avoid it, that would go a long way towards preserving her peace of mind.
Bulma finished mixing the last of the stealth paint intended for the androids. Today she was going to paint one of them and King Cold was going to look over it as a prototype before wanting the rest of them painted, if it was to his liking. It had taken a lot of work making a durable, thick paint that would hopefully have an even application. She had added in a thick gel she had discovered in hopes that it would self-level and cure quickly under a UV bulb they had in the lab. The bonus of adding gel to the formula was that it would harden and be less likely to chip off in a battle, so that would mean less reapplications.
She walked up to the android she was given to use as a prototype, placed a sheet on the floor, sat down in front of it and began painting it, letting her mind wander aimlessly about other things and a happier time.
-0-0-0-
As soon as they were out of the planet’s atmosphere, Jeyice instructed the pilot to stop the ship. “This should be far enough,”
“Far enough for what?” the pilot asked in apprehension, turning to look at the orange lieutenant.
“You’ll soon find out,” he replied. “Boys, come here,”
They did, curious as to what Jeyice had planned.
“Now look here at that planet,” he told them, pointing to it. It was a nearly all blue sphere hanging alone in the blackness of space. No clouds or blips or blemishes on it, it was perfect. “As you go on more missions and such you will encounter all sorts of planets and cultures. Some are armed to the teeth, like us and then there are idiots like this that leave themselves wide open to attack as though they haven’t a fear in the universe.”
They nodded, not quite getting his point.
“Ya but you said they pay for protection,” Trunks pointed out.
“Some do,” he agreed. “And we do offer them protection. Except some of them then default on the payments and then we have a problem because you cannot expect something for nothing,”
“So then you stop protecting them?” Tarble shrugged.
“In most cases, yes,” he nodded, flicking a few switches on the console. “Though there has been an increase in planets that are not paying for our services anymore,”
“Why?”
“Who knows?” Jeyice shrugged. “However I think it is time we made an example of one of these roach back water dumps. You boys agreed that you were bored, did you not?”
“Well yea,” Trunks nodded. “But they settled everything with you, didn’t they?”
Jeyice smirked. “In a manner of speaking, yes, however they did not pay the full amount for services rendered and this keeps happening. I think we need to make a statement that will scream loud and clear throughout the galaxy that defaulting on payments to King Cold for anything is unacceptable. It won’t be long and we will be bankrupt for non-payment and using up all our resources to protect those that do not deserve to be.”
“So what do we do?” Tarble asked. “Send them to jail?”
“No,” he shook his head. “We obliterate them,”
“But you told the queen that no harm would come to them,” Trunks pointed out.
“I lied,” Jeyice shrugged and pushed a red button on the console. “Watch closely,” he admonished as a bright beam flew from the ship down towards the perfect blue planet. “They won’t even know what hit them. You know your father’s planet was destroyed in this exact same fashion.”
They gasped as they watched the beam hit the planet. All was quiet for a moment and they wondered if it had snuffed itself out before actually hitting the planet. No, a moment later it shattered into a million pieces of rock and within seconds there was nothing more than a dust cloud in its place.
“A very merciful and kind way to go if you ask me,” Jeyice said unsympathetically. “With a purge it’s nothing more than chaos and a headache; whining and begging and snivelling to be saved; you’ll see one of these days and you’ll understand why this is the cleaner option.”
They stood there, gaping in shock at what Jeyice had just done, neither of them knowing what to say or think or feel on the matter. Suddenly the idea of destruction of another planet was less appealing.
“Now watch this,” Jeyice said to them, bringing up the com screen. “Get ready for commendation on a job well done.”
They waited until King Cold himself appeared on the screen. “Report,” he said.
“King Cold, my lord, I am checking in with an update with regards to our mission,” Jeyice said to the com screen. “We are on our way back to you now,”
“Excellent,” Cold nodded. “I am under the impression that they did not pay? I see that you found reason to destroy the planet.”
“That’s right,” Jeyice nodded. “Their king, Geralt, is off planet. They did not have the payment and the queen was rather uncooperative despite the threat of destruction so we destroyed it. However the king is still out there somewhere. What will you have us do?”
Both Trunks and Tarble looked at each other in confusion. Jeyice had apparently taken half of the required payment and had made alternate arrangements for form of payment in a different manner that they both suspected was wrong. Why would he not tell King Cold about the money he did happen to get and that the queen paid the rest by letting Jeyice have her body? It only confirmed to both of them that the whole mission was wrong. If it wasn’t, why was Jeyice lying?
Cold thought for a moment before responding. “I have it on good authority that he has been making plans behind my back and forging other alliances with those who are banding together in a pathetic attempt to over throw me. Did you check their financials before destroying them?”
“No, my lord,” he replied. “I did not think to. I took her word for it that they had fallen under financial ruin.”
“I see,” Cold nodded. “Do not return here just as of yet. I may have another job for you.”
“Yes, sir,”
“I must speak with you in private with regards to your instructions.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded, turning to everyone, pilot included, indicating for them to leave.
“I want you to go to Eris*. I am confident that is where you will find King Geralt or if he is not there, that is where he will most likely take refuge once he is made aware of his planet’s demise. That planet quit making payments around the same time King Geralt stopped paying us and I have heard rumours that that is where their rebel base is set up,” Cold explained. “I want you to go down there as though you are looking to collect their outstanding balance, but first, I want you to lay low and observe them for a few weeks. I want to know the extent of this little rebellion. I want to know if I should be concerned or if they are nothing more than a band of idiots.”
“Can do, my lord,” Jeyice nodded. “We can remain outside the planet and observe the comings and goings at a distance where we will not be detected.”
“Yes,” Cold agreed. “But I want you to send the two Saiyans down there as well. They will be perfect for this job.”
“Trunks and Tarble?” Jeyice asked, wanting to make sure he heard him right. “My lord, the boys are doing extremely well, however they are not ready to complete a mission on their own.”
“They will not be completing it, you will. But I want you to send them down there. Make it look as though they crash landed and I want them to befriend the inhabitants of planet Eris and have them infiltrate this little rebellion.”
“We can do that, my lord. However they are just boys.”
“They are, but anyone can see that they are exceptionally strong. They are the last of their kind as everyone knows that the Saiyan race is no more. Do not have them hide their true identities. Planet Eris did have favourable relations with King Vegeta. They will recognize the boys as not only Saiyans, but as heirs to Prince Vegeta. They will be taken in, no questions asked. I want you to instruct them that they are to befriend these people and relay any and all information back to you. They are to tell them that they escaped from us and are seeking refuge. From there they will report back to you. Depending on their findings, you will either destroy the planet for their betrayal or simply collect their payment. Either way, I want you to check their books. I want to know who they are paying instead of me. They are weak. Even if they have no rebel group, they are paying someone for protection. Maybe that someone is part of this group and that someone needs to be dealt with.”
“Yes, my lord,” Jeyice nodded. “We will turn the ship around. From our current location it should take us around three days travel to get there. I will brief the boys and prepare them.”
“Excellent.” King Cold nodded before severing their transmission.
Jeyice sighed as he thought a moment about what he had been asked to do. It wasn’t the worst idea, but on second thought, they would need to stop someplace to replenish supplies before dropping the boys off. With the extra funds they had gotten from the queen that King Cold had no idea about, he had a feeling that it would be a very fruitful shopping trip.
“Set our course for the nearest trade planet,” he said to the pilot once he let him back in to the cockpit. “We are going to need to replenish our supplies before we head out for a second mission.”
“We aren’t headed back to the base?” he asked.
“No, not yet,” Jeyice told him, leaving to head back to his own quarters to take a shower.
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Thanks for reading!!! I’ll try my absolute hardest to not have the next update take so long.
*Fun fact: Eris is an actual planet. It is the largest Dwarf Planet in our solar system. It is a little bigger than Pluto and was first discovered in 2003 and was named Xena, after the television series. It was not until 2005 that Eris was identified as another possible planet in our solar system. In 2006, astronomers decided that Eris should not be called a planet. They also decided that Pluto should no longer be called a planet. Both Eris and Pluto became known as dwarf planets. Observations of Eris have led scientists to believe it has frozen methane on its surface. Eris appears gray in color.
Chapter 32
They finally landed on their destination planet and were ready to go. It had taken them a few weeks longer than expected to get there. They had found themselves stuck in the middle of a severe asteroid storm.
They boys had found it exciting, but it had been anything but to everyone else. The ship had taken on a few critical hits and they had needed to navigate out of it and find a planet to make the appropriate repairs before continuing. The repairs themselves had taken a week and then it had been an extra week’s travel to get there from the planet they had been on.
“Alright, boys listen up,” Jeyice said as he walked into the room where the boys were suiting up and getting ready to exit the ship and begin their first mission. “Neither of you is to leave my sight at any point during the mission. You will follow my orders to a T and you are not to speak to anyone unless spoken to and even then you are to remain silent.”
“Alright,” both boys nodded.
“I can’t wait to blow some shit up!” Trunks said enthusiastically.
“No, this is more of a diplomatic mission,” Jeyice said. “There will be no blowing of shit up without my expressed permission to do so and even then, you are observers only. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they nodded in disappointment. They had worked really hard in the last few weeks and really wanted to let loose and try their new skills out.
Even the planet they had been to while the ship had been getting repairs had been boring because Jeyice hadn’t allowed them to do anything but train. He had left them to go off and do his own thing, leaving them in their room with whoever he chose to babysit them and they were only allowed out for meals.
They remembered what Bulma had told them about restaurants and decided that they liked them. They could order whatever they wanted instead of eating the same slop that was available on the ship day in and day out. They had made a point of ordering something different for each meal and even ordered different things individually so they could sample each other’s meals. There were a few food items they did enjoy back home on Cold’s base, but none of it had compared to anything that they had devoured on that planet.
So while this mission had so far been painfully boring to them, at least the food had been a highlight.
“Awe, come on Jeyice, it’s their first mission, Recoome said. “They should be allowed to have a little fun.”
“You are not to undermine me any further, Recoome.” Jeyice said sternly.
“Yes, sir,” Recoome nodded.
“We are here to collect a payment for protecting these people from planets stronger than them. It was a good arrangement until they fell behind on their payments. Now Cold wants payment in full and we are to wash our hands of them. They are to fend for themselves after this.” Jeyice explained.
They exited the ship and made their way to the palace, which was located not far from the landing dock. The planet was clearly a water planet and was very humid. From what the boys could see, there were lakes and oceans everywhere. All the buildings were built on platforms on top of the vast water plain. There was little to no vegetation from what the boys noticed and they wondered what these people ate?
“We are here to see King Geralt,” Jeyice said to the two guards at the front of the palace. They were both very tall and almost gangly in appearance, mostly humanoid, with light blue skin and long dark hair pulled back. It was apparent that physically they couldn’t have been very strong and it made sense to the boys as to why they would need to pay for protection. They did not wear much for armour either and had spears at their sides. “We have been sent from King Cold to discuss business.”
“The King is away taking care of a few matters off planet,” one of the guards informed him.
“Then who may I speak with in his stead?” Jeyice asked impatiently.
The two guards looked at each other before the first guard replied. “You may speak with our queen. She is more than capable of handling any type of business dealings you may have while King Geralt is away.”
“When is he set to return?” Jeyice asked.
“That is unknown and we are not privy to his-”
“It’s above your pay grade, I get it,” Jeyice rudely interrupted him. “Very well, I shall speak with your queen then,”
Both guards nodded and the one who had spoken to them lead them into the palace which was plain but elegant.
The walls were a shimmery, iridescent silver color that was almost glass-like and were warped, giving the appearance that they were under water, being that the floors were a shiny blue and it reflected against the walls so the blue blended into the walls and lightened up into the silver in a sort of ombre effect. There was the odd aquatic plant in pots here and there sporadically by the entry ways of some of the doors, but that was it for decoration. Altogether it was almost serene and the boys had never seen such a beautiful building.
They were lead into a large, equally elegant but plainly decorated room and instructed to wait for the queen.
The walls were devoid of any decoration, with the exception of two portraits at the end of the room, presumably of the royal family.
The portrait on the left featured a regal-looking couple. They both appeared to be tall and gangly, just like the two guards they had met with outside.
They both had long, black hair. The male’s was shoulder length from the look of it and his skin was a darker blue than that of the woman next to him. Her skin color was lighter, almost a teal color and her dark hair was longer than her mate’s cascading in curls behind her back. They were both a good looking couple.
The picture next to them was of thee woman, assumed to be their daughters. Two of them had the look and light skin tone of their mother; the other was darker and took more after the father.
Jeyice paced impatiently as they waited, grumbling rude slurs about the native inhabitants and the planet to himself.
Finally, after several more long minutes the guard returned. “Our queen will be out momentarily,”
“Hopefully not too much longer,” Jeyice snipped, rudely.
The guard didn’t say anything further, only exited the room from the entrance of where they came.
“We should just torch this useless dump,” Jeyice said quietly to Recoome in annoyance. “Making us wait like this,”
“It’s not so bad,” Burter shrugged. “The planet I’m from is much like this,”
“Small wonder why it was destroyed and you ended up with us,” Jeyice snorted as he walked up to the two portraits on the wall. “However, were the woman as pleasing to the eye as these ones?”
“I cannot recall,” he shrugged.
“We could always take the women with us as payment and have a party on the way back,” he suggested, looking closely at the portrait of the three daughters. “Which one do you boys prefer?” he asked Trunks and Tarble, turning to them.
They weren’t sure how to react or what Jeyice even meant.
“They're all very pretty,” Trunks shrugged.
“That they are,” he nodded, walking back to them. “You are too young to even know what to do with them,”
Trunks scowled at him at the insult.
They heard the door opening from the door where the guard had gone through when he’d first brought them to this room.
“Hang on to that,” Jeyice said, taking his scouter off and tossing it at the boys, which neither of them knew which one he was aiming for so they both went for it and it fell in the ground.
Jeyice rolled his eyes and shook his head at them and Trunks nudged it with his foot towards him.
“Stand up straight and look presentable,” Jeyice hissed at him for attempting to pick up the scouter.
Trunks stood up, leaving the scouter on the floor, in front of him. He would grab it when they left.
“I apologize for the wait,” the queen said, walking into the room. On an in person observation, her hair was actually a dark navy blue rather than black. It flowed straight and was elbow length and she wore a loose-fitting long, white, dress. “What can I help you with?”
“I was sent from King Cold to collect your outstanding payment for services rendered,” Jeyice said, though he had a feeling she already knew exactly who he was and why he was there.
“Very well,” she said, handing him an envelope. “I'm afraid this is all we can pay at the moment. Please accept this as final payment and we will no longer be in need of King Cold’s services. Please apologize to him on my husband’s behalf for our lateness in payment, however we are under great financial crisis at the moment.”
“King Cold doesn’t give a shit about your money problems,” he said coldly, snatching the envelope from her and looking into it. “And this is not even close to settling the outstanding balance,”
“Well that’s all we have to offer and that’s all you’ll get,” she replied, firmly, standing tall, refusing to back down. “Take it or leave it.”
Jeyice smirked at her as he looked her up and down in a manner that made her very aware that he was mentally undressing her with his eyes. “I wouldn’t say it’s all you have to offer,” he leered suggestively.
“You disgusting little man!” she spat at him.
“I’m open to negotiating, are you?” he asked quietly, taking a few steps towards her in an attempt to make their conversation a bit more private.
“Absolutely not! Get out!”
“You see, you could do your planet and your people a favor by simply giving me a few minutes of your time in a back chamber somewhere or even right here in front of everyone, it matters little to me,” he sighed casually into her ear. “However you are a proud woman, I can see. We can finish the fine details of our little transaction in private where no one has to know. I will then take the payment that you have and wipe the slate clean with Cold, you’ll owe him nothing more. Refuse me, and me and my men will destroy this place, citizen by citizen, brick by brick and take only you and your lovely daughters back with us; my men would love some entertainment on the way back and we are in terrible need of fresh blood in our harem and a rather fat bounty for your king’s head will be set and believe you me, he will be found quickly and efficiently. The demise of Vegeta-sei has left everyone rather hungry these days.”
She gave him a murderous look, knowing that he was right. As it was, they could barely afford the payment they were making to Cold. Her husband was usually very good in his business dealings, but this time he had not made the right choice. She had advised him not to make this arrangement with Cold, but he had not taken her words of advice.
She nodded stiffly. “Alright,” she whispered between grit teeth. “But you are to leave immediately and nothing is to happen to my daughters. Understood?”
Jeyice smiled. “Understood,” he nodded, stepping away from her. “Alright, we have come to an agreement, you all are to leave, go back to the ship while the queen and I finalize our agreement and I collect payment.”
“Awe, that’s it?” Trunks huffed. “This was boring.”
Tarble shrugged. “Yea, it was but I didn’t want to blow this place up. It’s really nice here,” he said quietly to Trunks.
“You want us to all go back?” Recoome asked, put out.
“Yes, that’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“Alright, everyone,” Burter nodded, indicating for the two boys to follow him.
They all made it back to the ship rather quickly. Recoome wanted to eat and Burter was waiting on the score of some kind of game he had bet on.
“This was a waste of time,” grumbled Burter as they boarded the ship. “No wonder Jeyice is in such a pissy mood.”
“Not for long,” Recoome chuckled. “It's a shame he dismissed us. It’s been a while since I had decent tail.”
“You know he doesn’t share,” Burter told him. “That’s the only thing he ever has on his mind. Mark my words, Recoome, it’s going to get him into trouble one of these days.”
“You're probably right,” he nodded. “But it pisses me off that he always gets first pick, you know? Captain Ginyu used to reward us all regularly where the feminine spoils were concerned.”
“Speak for yourself,” Burter snorted.
“It’s not my fault your race doesn’t...”
“Enough,” he growled.
“Right, well I still don’t think it’s fair. He keeps Vegeta’s woman all to himself and won’t share-”
“Not in front of the boys you idiot!” Burter whispered hoarsely to him, pointing to the boys who had followed then into the kitchen area.
“You boys should go back to your quarters and wait for Jeyice,” Recoome advised them. He had forgotten all about them.
The boys were already disappointed enough that this mission hadn't been very exciting so they shrugged and went to their quarters as told.
“This is lame,” Trunks sighed.
“Ya,” Tarble agreed, taking his boots off. “Hey, was Recoome talking about mom?”
“I don’t know,” Trunks shrugged with a frown. Recoome’s comment bothered him but he wasn't sure what he’d meant by it and they’d been told to leave before he could ask about it. “Oh crap,”
“What?” Tarble asked in alarm.
“I left Jeyice’s scouter on the floor of the room we were in,” he said.
“Seriously?”
“Ya,” he nodded.
“Jeyice is going to be pissed!” Tarble exclaimed.
“Ya, we’d better go back and get it,” Trunks sighed, heading back out the door.
“How are we going to do that?”
“By going back and getting it, dummy,” Trunks sighed. “Be quiet, they’ll hear us,”
“Shouldn't we ask Recoome to come with us?”
“Are you kidding?” Trunks snorted. “We'll be in trouble for sure then!”
They stood in the hall a moment, listening to Burter and Recoome conversing about trading players of some game league.
When they were sure they could sneak out of the ship unnoticed, they scurried out as quickly as possible and made their way back towards the palace.
“I can't believe you left Jeyice’s scouter there on the floor!” Tarble reprimanded his brother.
“Shut up,” Trunks shot back. “You could have grabbed it too,”
“Ya well I tried to catch it when he threw it at us and you got in my way,”
“Well if you hadn’t gotten in my way, I’d have caught it,” Trunks insisted. “Whatever, we'll get it.”
Tarble huffed in annoyance at Trunks. It didn’t matter what it was, when he messed up, he always found a reason why it was also Tarble’s fault as well. “How are we going to get past the guard? Should we tell him we left something in the room?”
“No way, he’ll tell Jeyice,” Trunks shook his head. They both hid against a pillar as they considered what to do next.
“The other guy didn’t come back yet, why don’t I distract him by throwing a ki ball into the water and you sneak in?” Tarble suggested.
“Okay,” Trunks nodded. “You’re quicker. Just don’t launch too big of a ki ball or they’ll call in for more guys,”
“Right,” Tarble nodded, levitating into the air and keeping his body close to the wall of the palace while approaching the guard.
Meanwhile, Trunks tiptoed closer to the entrance and held his breath as Tarble stopped right above the guard. He hoped they wouldn’t be caught. The last thing they wanted to do was make Jeyice angry on their first mission. What if he never brought them out on another? Tarble had been working really hard on controlling his ki manipulation. This would prove if he had improved or not, though he was fairly confident that he could do this. The biggest problem was that he tended to over think it.
Tarble paused a moment, making sure the guard hadn’t noticed him and then launched three small ki balls into the body of water, one after another.
The guard reacted as they had hoped and ran to the end of the entrance of the palace where the body of water began. He observed the water cautiously, scanning the horizon for anything that may be a miss.
Tarble then sent another two blasts out into the water, scattering them so as to deflect the guard’s peripheral vision away from where the door was.
Trunks booked it towards the now unguarded door and snuck in with ease. Wanting to make sure they would not be caught, Tarble launched two more ki balls before dropping to the ground himself and going in after Trunks, who was standing not far from the door, waiting for him.
“Good job,” Trunks said with a smirk.
“Thanks,” Tarble nodded, standing tall. “Let’s go!”
They crept around the hall, trying to find their way back to the meeting room but there were so many doors, they couldn’t remember which one was which.
“I think it’s this one, Trunks,” Tarble whispered at a double set of doors where there was a large exotic plant next to the door frame.
“Are you sure?”
“Reasonably,” he nodded. “I needed to pee really badly and I remember wanting to just quickly go in the plants but didn’t because I didn’t want to get in trouble,”
Trunks laughed at him. “I told you to go before we went out,”
Tarble frowned at him briefly before opening one of the doors just a crack to make sure it was the right place, which it was. “Here we are, and there it is,”
“Great,” Trunks sighed in relief as they both walked into the empty room to pick up Jeyice’s scouter, they heard a muffled moan.
“What was that?” Tarble whispered.
“I don’t know,” Trunks shrugged, putting the scouter in his pocket so he wouldn’t lose it again. “Sounds like a wounded animal or something,”
“Should we find out?”
“Nah,” Trunks shook his head. “We’ll be in trouble if they notice we’re gone. What if Jeyice is back already?”
“You’re right,” Tarble agreed. They both began back towards the doors when they heard a slap and an accented voice.
“You like that, bitch?” it leered and there was another muffled cry, though it was difficult to tell if it was in agreement or not. It didn’t sound like it to the boys.
They looked at each other before booking it down to the end of the room where there was another door, curiosity taking over common sense. The door was opened just a crack. They stood there a moment, debating on whether or not they should investigate. All they could hear was a rhythmed slapping sound and the odd grunt.
Trunks shrugged and pulled on the handle just enough to open the door a little more; enough to peek inside.
What they saw was the queen with the top of her dress hanging down around her waist and the bottom of her dress up around her waist, bent over a desk and Jeyice with his pants down to his ankles, pumping his hips into her quickly from behind. One of his hands was in her hair on the back of her head, pulling her head up to look at him and the other was pulling on a breast.
They weren’t sure what they were witnessing, but it was clear that the queen was not happy with what Jeyice was doing and they weren’t sure if they should intervene or remain silent. They stood there, petrified, unable to move as they watched.
“You know you like it,” he said to her, removing his hand from her breast and slapping her ass hard. “Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“Just get on with it, you filth!” she snarled back between grit teeth. “When my husband finds out,”
“He’s not going to find out, is he?” Jeyice said, ramming himself harder into her. “I’ll deny the whole thing. ‘An if you do tell him, I’ll tell Cold that you seduced me. That you pulled my pants down and put my cock in your mouth and I simply couldn’t resist. Sure I’ll have to sit through a boring disciplinary hearing about it, but it will be worth it. You’re rumored to be one of the most beautiful women in the universe, what man could resist such a woman throwing herself at him? I tell him that, he will destroy this shit dump of a planet in a second!”
She didn’t say anything more, just closed her eyes and waited for him to finish, which he did, rather quickly after that.
“Do we have an understanding, love?” he asked as he pulled out of her.
“Yes,” she replied emotionlessly.
“Trunks, we have to go!” Tarble whispered.
“Good,” Jeyice said, tenderly kissing her on her bare shoulder. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Yeah,” Trunks agreed as they both quietly stepped away from the door and booked it across the room and back into the hallway. They speedily made their way back to the entry way of the palace and back to the ship, hoping their absence wouldn’t have been noticed.
Thankfully, it wasn’t. No one was waiting there. Burter and Recoome were in the lunch room arguing over some lost bet. Feeling nothing but relief, they headed to their room and closed the door.
“Okay, what the hell was that about?” Trunks asked Tarble, both boys having the same disturbed look of disgust on their faces.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think it was good,” Tarble said, frowning. He almost wished they hadn’t gone back to get the scouter; or if they had, just left and not checked to see what those noises had been.
Trunks didn’t say anything, he was just staring at the floor as he played the image over and over again in his mind. Something about it was nagging in the back of his mind that not only had they witnessed something they shouldn’t have, but that what Jeyice had done was very wrong. “I think we just saw something wrong.”
“I think so too but why would Jeyice do something bad?” Tarble asked. “Maybe that’s how deals are made?” Though even he had his doubts that this was legitimate.
“You have my scouter?” Jeyice asked as he abruptly walked into their room.
They both were somewhat startled and hoped he hadn’t heard them talking about what happened. They both looked at each other as they noticed he had a distinct smell all over him. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it permeated the air around him and reminded them both of how he smelled after seeing their mother for some reason.
“Yes,” Trunks spoke up a moment later, taking the scouter out from his pocket and handing it to him. “So is that it?”
“Is what it?” he asked, taking his scouter and putting it back on his right ear.
“That’s the mission?” Trunks clarified.
“That’s it,” Jeyice smirked. “Why, was it not what you had in mind?”
“No,” Trunks shook his head. “I just thought it would be more fun is all,”
“Yea, we didn’t get to do anything or test our skills,” Tarble said. He felt torn. Part of him was glad it had been fairly straight forward and that they hadn’t been required to fight or kill anyone but there was a part of him that had been looking forward to resting his strength and he hadn’t had the chance to do that. He knew Trunks felt the same way.
“Well, not every mission you get sent on is a purging mission. Some are just about collection money that is owed to King Cold,” Jeyice explained. “Some of these back water dumps are so far behind on payments that Cold simply wishes to wash his hands of them. Like this one,”
“So did the queen make the payment?” Trunks asked hesitantly, unsure of he wanted to know all the angles there. It wasn’t sitting right with him.
“I suppose you could say she did,” he smirked. “Some payments aren’t made in monetary currency.”
The boys looked at each other a moment it dawning on them both at the same moment that maybe the agreement he had made with their mother wasn’t in cash payments as they had assumed.
“You should have your mother explain it to you when you see her next,” he snorted. “She knows all about the different types of alternative currency.”
“What type of payment did you get from her then?” Tarble asked with a frown, not wanting to think what he had a feeling it was, but need to know.
“Let’s just say she is very creative,” he replied after a moment’s thought.
“So if they didn’t have the full payment that King Cold needs and only paid what they had isn’t that a bad thing?”
“It is, Cold will not be happy,” he agreed. “That’s their own bloody fault. Don’t be surprised if we’re back in a few months to destroy this dump.”
“King Cold is going to be that upset?”
“Yea, he’s going to be pissed,” he nodded. “These roaches have been pissing around for a few years, not paying up and making excuses for a long time. You know what?”
“What?”
“You boys are absolutely right, this has been a rather boring mission for your first of many,” Jeyice said thoughtfully. “Come with me,”
They paused to look at each other before following Jeyice out of their room and into the cockpit of the ship, where the pilot was getting ready to take off.
“Have a seat,” Jeyice instructed them and they took their seats, settling in for take-off.
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It had been two full months since the boys had been gone with Jeyice and Bulma hadn’t heard a word.
He had mentioned that they would be gone a month or two at the most. It had been two months. Why weren’t they back yet? Was everything okay?
She had asked Gero to inquire about the boys last week but he either hadn’t or no one had given him any information. She couldn’t leave the lab either and when she had sent Dende out to inquire but he hadn’t been able to find anything out either.
So she put all her thoughts and efforts into her projects. The stealth coating was finished and she was ready to begin applying it.
It still wasn’t what King Cold wanted, but he finally agreed that it was better than nothing at this point and a step in the right direction. However he still expected her to come up with what he originally wanted: a way to turn his soldiers invisible.
She still thought it was ridiculous, but the way she looked at it, it was something to keep her mind busy and occupied. When she didn’t have anything else to do, she’d spend her time having one-sided conversations with Vegeta and while she did talk to him every day, in hopes that he somehow could hear her through the cloud of his coma, there were moments where it did nothing but make her feel worse.
She missed him terribly.
His not being able to converse she figured was both a blessing and a curse. If he didn’t know what was going on, she hoped he was blissfully sleeping and unaware of everything that was happening. It was purely for selfish reasons she wished she could converse with him.
She was still working on the time machine but had hit a wall where that was concerned and she was growing discouraged with it and beginning to feel that it was nothing more than a silly piped dream she had concocted.
The time machine itself was finished. She was proud of the design. It was small and compact. It could only accommodate one occupant, which was all she had wanted. The controls were simple. There was still the problem of powering it, as she was afraid that it could only make a one way trip. However, she wasn’t overly concerned about that. She was fairly confident that she could easily remedy that.
It was the principle of figuring out the time travel itself that was leaving her feeling discouraged. She had no idea where to even begin or how to accomplish it.
Usually in the case of physics and mathematical theories, she was an ace and could come up with something easily but with this, nothing was coming to her. Nothing of any use anyway.
So she had taken a break on the time machine project to give herself some distance. It wouldn’t be the first time she walked away from a project temporarily only to come back to it and realize the solution was something so simple she should have been able to figure it out in the first place.
Since doing that, she’d turned her attentions to finding creative ways of potentially getting out of sleeping with Jeyice.
She had gotten Dende to acquire for her an edible body lotion from the harem. From there, she began creating a sleep remedy. It wasn’t finished yet. But the bright side to Jeyice not being back yet was that it was giving her more time to develop her concoction, which was trickier than she had originally thought it would be.
She needed a drug that could knock him out quickly and efficiently but not have him feel the after effects of grogginess the next morning. The last thing she wanted was for him to figure out that he had been drugged, nor did she want to overdose and kill him.
No, she had no qualms on him not existing, but she was certain that if she was deemed responsible for his death, she would have no chance of ever getting out of here.
She knew she knew she couldn’t rely on drugging him every time he wanted to use her, but if she could use this once in a while to avoid it, that would go a long way towards preserving her peace of mind.
Bulma finished mixing the last of the stealth paint intended for the androids. Today she was going to paint one of them and King Cold was going to look over it as a prototype before wanting the rest of them painted, if it was to his liking. It had taken a lot of work making a durable, thick paint that would hopefully have an even application. She had added in a thick gel she had discovered in hopes that it would self-level and cure quickly under a UV bulb they had in the lab. The bonus of adding gel to the formula was that it would harden and be less likely to chip off in a battle, so that would mean less reapplications.
She walked up to the android she was given to use as a prototype, placed a sheet on the floor, sat down in front of it and began painting it, letting her mind wander aimlessly about other things and a happier time.
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As soon as they were out of the planet’s atmosphere, Jeyice instructed the pilot to stop the ship. “This should be far enough,”
“Far enough for what?” the pilot asked in apprehension, turning to look at the orange lieutenant.
“You’ll soon find out,” he replied. “Boys, come here,”
They did, curious as to what Jeyice had planned.
“Now look here at that planet,” he told them, pointing to it. It was a nearly all blue sphere hanging alone in the blackness of space. No clouds or blips or blemishes on it, it was perfect. “As you go on more missions and such you will encounter all sorts of planets and cultures. Some are armed to the teeth, like us and then there are idiots like this that leave themselves wide open to attack as though they haven’t a fear in the universe.”
They nodded, not quite getting his point.
“Ya but you said they pay for protection,” Trunks pointed out.
“Some do,” he agreed. “And we do offer them protection. Except some of them then default on the payments and then we have a problem because you cannot expect something for nothing,”
“So then you stop protecting them?” Tarble shrugged.
“In most cases, yes,” he nodded, flicking a few switches on the console. “Though there has been an increase in planets that are not paying for our services anymore,”
“Why?”
“Who knows?” Jeyice shrugged. “However I think it is time we made an example of one of these roach back water dumps. You boys agreed that you were bored, did you not?”
“Well yea,” Trunks nodded. “But they settled everything with you, didn’t they?”
Jeyice smirked. “In a manner of speaking, yes, however they did not pay the full amount for services rendered and this keeps happening. I think we need to make a statement that will scream loud and clear throughout the galaxy that defaulting on payments to King Cold for anything is unacceptable. It won’t be long and we will be bankrupt for non-payment and using up all our resources to protect those that do not deserve to be.”
“So what do we do?” Tarble asked. “Send them to jail?”
“No,” he shook his head. “We obliterate them,”
“But you told the queen that no harm would come to them,” Trunks pointed out.
“I lied,” Jeyice shrugged and pushed a red button on the console. “Watch closely,” he admonished as a bright beam flew from the ship down towards the perfect blue planet. “They won’t even know what hit them. You know your father’s planet was destroyed in this exact same fashion.”
They gasped as they watched the beam hit the planet. All was quiet for a moment and they wondered if it had snuffed itself out before actually hitting the planet. No, a moment later it shattered into a million pieces of rock and within seconds there was nothing more than a dust cloud in its place.
“A very merciful and kind way to go if you ask me,” Jeyice said unsympathetically. “With a purge it’s nothing more than chaos and a headache; whining and begging and snivelling to be saved; you’ll see one of these days and you’ll understand why this is the cleaner option.”
They stood there, gaping in shock at what Jeyice had just done, neither of them knowing what to say or think or feel on the matter. Suddenly the idea of destruction of another planet was less appealing.
“Now watch this,” Jeyice said to them, bringing up the com screen. “Get ready for commendation on a job well done.”
They waited until King Cold himself appeared on the screen. “Report,” he said.
“King Cold, my lord, I am checking in with an update with regards to our mission,” Jeyice said to the com screen. “We are on our way back to you now,”
“Excellent,” Cold nodded. “I am under the impression that they did not pay? I see that you found reason to destroy the planet.”
“That’s right,” Jeyice nodded. “Their king, Geralt, is off planet. They did not have the payment and the queen was rather uncooperative despite the threat of destruction so we destroyed it. However the king is still out there somewhere. What will you have us do?”
Both Trunks and Tarble looked at each other in confusion. Jeyice had apparently taken half of the required payment and had made alternate arrangements for form of payment in a different manner that they both suspected was wrong. Why would he not tell King Cold about the money he did happen to get and that the queen paid the rest by letting Jeyice have her body? It only confirmed to both of them that the whole mission was wrong. If it wasn’t, why was Jeyice lying?
Cold thought for a moment before responding. “I have it on good authority that he has been making plans behind my back and forging other alliances with those who are banding together in a pathetic attempt to over throw me. Did you check their financials before destroying them?”
“No, my lord,” he replied. “I did not think to. I took her word for it that they had fallen under financial ruin.”
“I see,” Cold nodded. “Do not return here just as of yet. I may have another job for you.”
“Yes, sir,”
“I must speak with you in private with regards to your instructions.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded, turning to everyone, pilot included, indicating for them to leave.
“I want you to go to Eris*. I am confident that is where you will find King Geralt or if he is not there, that is where he will most likely take refuge once he is made aware of his planet’s demise. That planet quit making payments around the same time King Geralt stopped paying us and I have heard rumours that that is where their rebel base is set up,” Cold explained. “I want you to go down there as though you are looking to collect their outstanding balance, but first, I want you to lay low and observe them for a few weeks. I want to know the extent of this little rebellion. I want to know if I should be concerned or if they are nothing more than a band of idiots.”
“Can do, my lord,” Jeyice nodded. “We can remain outside the planet and observe the comings and goings at a distance where we will not be detected.”
“Yes,” Cold agreed. “But I want you to send the two Saiyans down there as well. They will be perfect for this job.”
“Trunks and Tarble?” Jeyice asked, wanting to make sure he heard him right. “My lord, the boys are doing extremely well, however they are not ready to complete a mission on their own.”
“They will not be completing it, you will. But I want you to send them down there. Make it look as though they crash landed and I want them to befriend the inhabitants of planet Eris and have them infiltrate this little rebellion.”
“We can do that, my lord. However they are just boys.”
“They are, but anyone can see that they are exceptionally strong. They are the last of their kind as everyone knows that the Saiyan race is no more. Do not have them hide their true identities. Planet Eris did have favourable relations with King Vegeta. They will recognize the boys as not only Saiyans, but as heirs to Prince Vegeta. They will be taken in, no questions asked. I want you to instruct them that they are to befriend these people and relay any and all information back to you. They are to tell them that they escaped from us and are seeking refuge. From there they will report back to you. Depending on their findings, you will either destroy the planet for their betrayal or simply collect their payment. Either way, I want you to check their books. I want to know who they are paying instead of me. They are weak. Even if they have no rebel group, they are paying someone for protection. Maybe that someone is part of this group and that someone needs to be dealt with.”
“Yes, my lord,” Jeyice nodded. “We will turn the ship around. From our current location it should take us around three days travel to get there. I will brief the boys and prepare them.”
“Excellent.” King Cold nodded before severing their transmission.
Jeyice sighed as he thought a moment about what he had been asked to do. It wasn’t the worst idea, but on second thought, they would need to stop someplace to replenish supplies before dropping the boys off. With the extra funds they had gotten from the queen that King Cold had no idea about, he had a feeling that it would be a very fruitful shopping trip.
“Set our course for the nearest trade planet,” he said to the pilot once he let him back in to the cockpit. “We are going to need to replenish our supplies before we head out for a second mission.”
“We aren’t headed back to the base?” he asked.
“No, not yet,” Jeyice told him, leaving to head back to his own quarters to take a shower.
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Thanks for reading!!! I’ll try my absolute hardest to not have the next update take so long.
*Fun fact: Eris is an actual planet. It is the largest Dwarf Planet in our solar system. It is a little bigger than Pluto and was first discovered in 2003 and was named Xena, after the television series. It was not until 2005 that Eris was identified as another possible planet in our solar system. In 2006, astronomers decided that Eris should not be called a planet. They also decided that Pluto should no longer be called a planet. Both Eris and Pluto became known as dwarf planets. Observations of Eris have led scientists to believe it has frozen methane on its surface. Eris appears gray in color.