Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Father and Son ( Chapter 3 )

Dr. Rusty Winters is mine DBZ is not

Devastatingly handsome. Devilishly charming. A god among mortals. All descriptions of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. Not only was his body to die for, but his tactical knowledge of battle would put any general Vegeta-sei ever had to shame and he'd never let you forget it.

He breathed heavily, a drop of sweat finding its way down his corded neck on to a well-muscled chest.

“Is that all you have, Father?” he taunted.

King Vegeta huffed and took his fighting stance. He was getting older now, barely able to keep up with his heralded son. He knew one day, his son would do him the honor of killing him, taking the throne, and challenge Frieza for the right to rule the galaxy. However, the King's mind was preoccupied.

Recently, he received some intelligence that there were more than a few scientists missing in neighboring planets to his own. Rumors were that Frieza was working his victims night and day on a biological method of ridding the universe of Saiyans that was undetectable.

CRACK! The wily Prince again caught the worried King across the chin, snapping his head back and drawing blood. “Honestly, you are pathetic! What type of warrior are you, my King?” his son hissed in disgust.

Just then, Bardock strode into the training area between the two royals. Dropping to a knee, he waited to be recognized. King Vegeta gathered himself, wiped his mouth, and growled, “You better have news, Advisor.”

“My Liege,” Bardock began from the floor, Dr. Briefs' daughter has contacted us and will send a trusted, well-schooled scientist within the week. His name is Dr. Rusty Winters. We have a meeting with in the next sun cycle to discuss further details.”

“Rise.”, the King commanded. “You have done well, Advisor. I would expect nothing less from your long years of service to the throne. Continue with the task at hand, as we have discussed. Report to me in two cycles”.

“Your will be done, my lord.” said Bardock. He bowed and just as he was turning to leave, an annoyed Prince stopped him. “Am I not the next ruler of this planet, third class?” he said. “Why do I know nothing of this? Why do we need such weakling know-it-alls to aid the mighty Vegeta-sei?”

The King dismissed Bardock and the Prince turned his full attention to the aging Sayian. “Look, brat. Until you kill me, you are not privy to all my dealings. Do I make myself clear?”

Prince Vegeta flinched. He knew he had stepped over the line with the old man. He may not always show it but his respect for his father ran deeply. He looked down and nodded in some show of apology.

King Vegeta smirked. “My son, the humans have always held up their end of our deal. They supply us with what technology and scientists upon request and we protect their planet. That was the vow that was struck between us and sealed in blood. I will dishonor the throne by going back on my word.” he finished sagely.

Prince Vegeta frowned. He knew he would be held to that promise as well. Ever since they crashed on that stupid rock, there had been a relationship between his father and Dr. Briefs.

The scientist not only brought the King into his home but also nursed him back to health and shared his bountiful technology. The King was stupefied. This was it! These gadgets would help his world come out from under the thumb of Frieza. Therefore, they agreed; technology for protection—always.

Vegeta was sure Briefs' daughter would hold him to that as well. She was so damn bossy. And loud,

loud enough to make a tyken howl.

Resignedly, the Prince sighed. He had to do his duty and bring honor to his people.

“Go visit your betrothed, brat.” said the King. “Bring her to dinner--no excuses!” he snapped as Vegeta opened his mouth to protest. He stomped out in search of the beautiful and dangerous, Grace, daughter of his fathers most trusted friend.