Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ T & A ( Chapter 6 )

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“Prince Vegeta, a word with you and your men.” Bardock said as he caught up with the three of them as they exited the meeting room. Vegeta slowed down, letting Bardock take the lead. They followed him into a smaller room just down the hall from the room they just exited.

“We've been listening in on Frieza's communications ever since your escape yesterday, they've been in a frenzy. They think you three have been abducted by us… which got myself and Piccolo thinking that this can play out to our advantage.”

“Oh?” Vegeta drawled.

“Yes, would you three be willing to go back to Frieza, we've been trying to get a man on the inside for years. And if he thinks you two have been taken and didn't willingly leave, he will take you all back. I know going back to them isn't what you want, but in the long run, I truly think it will work out in all of our favors.”

Vegeta mulled this information over. He certainly didn't want to go back to that hell, but Vegeta and his men were always able to find out top secret information pertaining to Frieza and his missions. Especially with Vegeta's hacking skills. And if he wanted to take Frieza out once and for all, he had to do it right and doing it right meant he had to go back.

“Fine.”

Bardock seemed a bit relieved. “We can have you check in when you can. Also, to sweeten the deal… Bulma is putting the finishing touches on an invention that will help make you stronger in less time.”

Vegeta gave him a sideways glance. “I'm curious, Bardock. Why are you all going through such trouble to help me out? It isn't a secret that I am much stronger than the average Saiyan.” He said arrogantly. “But if you have all of these fancy gadgets to make you stronger and such a large army behind you, why me? I feel as if you aren't telling me everything.”

Bardock's looked at Vegeta with a guarded expression and gave Nappa a quick glance. “I was told that Bulma told you our reasons.”

Vegeta shook his head. His temper slowly rising, the quick glance to Nappa not escaping his attention. “Yes, she did. But I want to hear it from you… I have a feeling you know more than she.”

Bardock sighed. “I thought this information was already relayed to you earlier… but seeing as you haven't mentioned it before” Bardock scratched the back of his head. “You are correct, we do have tools to help strengthen our troops, and yes you are stronger than most. But what most people don't know, including yourself, I assume, is that your father feared you. It was no secret that when you were born, your power level was the highest that had been read off of a new cub in a millennia. As you grew older, your strength grew as well. The elders were so sure that your powers would grow to unfathomable heights by the time you reached a mature age. They spoke of strength that could level universes, disintegrate worlds, strength that would make the Saiyan race dominant over any other race out in the all the universes… You were starting to surpass your own father in strength…and he couldn't handle that.”

The Prince stared off into the corner of the room, taking in this new information. “If this is true… than why haven't I been able to take Frieza down myself? His power level is a hundred times higher than mine.”

Bardock sat on top of the desk he had been leaning against. “When your father struck the deal with Frieza, Frieza ensured the King that he would make sure you wouldn't reach your true potential.”

“It make sense now.” Nappa spoke up. “We've always been on back to back missions. We would find time to train, but we never really gained anything out of it, since our training sessions where so few and fair between. Our strength only heightened when we sustained injuries or tortured… He kept us, you especially, Vegeta, from training for a reason.”

Vegeta remained silent, as he gripped his necklace. His hatred for his father growing even more… if it was possible.

“Makes sense.” Bardock said. “You were trained daily up until the day you left the planet.”

“What is the plan then?” Vegeta asked in a low voice. His throat muscles where burning to scream and throw an epic tantrum. But he kept his cool… for now.

“You will help with the two missions. You will then return to Frieza, tell them that you were taken by the rebellion. We questioned you for a few days, but was able to escape.”

“And if we run into any Cold soldiers while on these missions?” Radditz asked.

Bardock shook his head. “The two planets are not the Cold's territory. Sundra is Saiyan Empire Territory. Utopia is a neutral Planet, meant for the rich to vacation on. Both Empires have not claimed the planet as of yet, and due to the profit it takes in, the leaders of the planet have been able to pay both off in exchange for it's freedom. We don't expect to you to have trouble, but we'd rather be safe than sorry due to the high importance of the mission. Once both missions are completed, you three will go back. I will leave the finer details to Bulma in regards to contacting you safely and securely while with Frieza.”

Vegeta merely nodded and left the room. Once the three of them were in the main hallway, Vegeta moved at the speed of light, pinning Nappa to the wall by the neck.

“You knew this and never told me.” He growled dangerously at his old friend. He felt like he was duped.

“You-your mo-ther made me swear.” He choked out, grasping Vegeta's death grip on his neck.

Vegeta's lip curled, baring his teeth. “Why would my mother make you swear not to tell me such vital information??” He was nearly screaming at him. Spit was flying out of his mouth as he roared at him.

“She didn't want you turning into a monster like your father!” Nappa gurgled.

Vegeta let go of Nappa, making him fall his knees. “What?”

Nappa rubbed his neck and slowly stood up. “She didn't want you to know too soon, she didn't want you to become a power hungry monster like your father… she wanted me to wait until you were mature enough to understand the full scope of this whole thing. Please understand, I was following orders by my queen. I had your best interests in mind the whole time”

“MY BEST INTERESTS?? You think I'm loyal to that fucking bastard? You think I'd use my strength to help him out??? The same monster who tortured me? Put me through no living creature should be put through?” He bellowed, waving angry arms in the air.

“Vegeta, honestly, there was no telling what you would have done in your younger years. It was a fucked up time for all of us.”

Vegeta snarled at him one last time and stomped a few feet down the hall and stopped. He yowled on the top of his lungs and buried his fist in the wall. He quickly took his arm out of the wall and stomped off, leaving Radditz behind with shaken Nappa.

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Vegeta was last to board the ship. He made no eye contact with any one, and growled at anyone who got in close proximity of him.

Goku and Bulma wasted no time in taking off, wanting to get the mission started ASAP.

Once they took off and entered the coordinates into the nav computer, Bulma and Goku called everyone into the main part of the ship to go over the plans. Right away she noticed Vegeta was sitting in the corner of the room, his arms crossed and seemed to be brooding. His mood was putting everyone on edge… even Dory seemed to be nervous and kept her mouth shut.

She raised her eyebrow as she looked at Vegeta then gave a `What gives' look at Radditz. Radditz shook his head, silently telling her not ask. She shrugged her shoulders and stood in front of her team.

“We will be landing in fifteen hours. For those who have done this run before, it's business as usual.” She looked at Goku, Yamcha and Dory, before turning her gaze to the other three. “For those who haven't done this before we pose as slave traders. We have a couple contacts on this particular planet. The refugees are kept with them until we can do a pick up. Planet Sundra is Saiyan territory… so that means all you Saiyans will need to cover up your hair and tail…” Her looked turned about worried. “Ummm Radditz… how open are you to cutting your hair?”

“If you cut my hair, I will kill you… slowly.”

“I kinda figured. There is no way I can hide that mane of yours… I'll have to see if I have any Saiyan uniforms on board. If you are a Saiyan and not in uniform, you are automatically taken and killed. If I don't have a uniform, then you will have to stay aboard and make sure the ship is safe.

“Whatever.” He mumbled as he fingered a lock of his hair.

Bulma smirked at him and continued. “We'll split into two teams. Yamcha, Nappa and Dory, you will go to the West side of the main city. Yamcha knows the contact. Myself, Goku and Vegeta will go to the North side of the city. We are more likely to face trouble in the North. Questions anyone?” Everyone shook their heads no. “Ok.”

She watched as Yamcha and Dory scurried off to the bunks down a level on the ship and Radditz, Goku and Nappa headed to the kitchen.

Vegeta stayed in his corner staring intently at the wall next to him, his coal black eyes staring murderous daggers at it, like it was his mortal enemy. She watched him, wondering what the hell was his issue was. Feeling her gaze on him he shifted his glare to her.

“You're doing it again, Woman.” He said through gritted teeth.

She jumped and averted her eyes to her duffle bag that was in front of her and busied herself by picking it up. She stood up and was startled to see that he was now standing directly in front of her.

She was so startled that she bucked backward and started to trip over her feet, falling backwards. His hand shot out and grabbed her by the small of her back, before she fell on her ass and pulled her towards him.

“You are certainly a clutz, woman.” His face was close to hers as he pulled her up right and steadied. Before she could open her mouth to counterattack his insult, he repeated himself. “You were doing it again.”

Bulma cocked her head slightly in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He smirked and moved a bit closer to her. “You were staring at me again.”

“I-I was not.” She stammered, slightly shivering from his body heat that was radiating off of him. She was trying not to look at his face, but she couldn't help it. His eyes were boring into her as he towered over her. His large hand splayed across the small of her pack, keeping her in place.

“Oh but you were. Just admit it Woman, you want me.” His gravely voice purred in her ear, his hot breath in her ear made her shiver once again and she practically melted into him.

“You think that highly of yourself? You think any woman that crosses your path want a roll in the sack with you.” She meant to make herself sound strong but instead it came out as a quivering whisper.

“Hmmm” He lingered there next to her for a good minute, taking a deep intake of her scent and listened to her racing heart beat thrum behind her ribs. And just as fast as he appeared in front of her, he was gone.

Bulma stood there, dazed. `What the fuck just happened? Did that just happen? Was that an invite? Or was he just fucking with me?' She tried taking a step forward, but found that her knees were now made of jello, so she opted to stand there and regain her composure.

Vegeta went to his bunk and lied down. He got a kick out the reaction he got out of the blue haired woman. It was the reaction he wanted from her. He could smell the slight smell of arousal come from her ever since the first time they met. He smirked as he put his arms behind his head. She could say what ever she wants, the little human wanted him…This could be fun.

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“Seriously Goku, stop tugging at it!!!” Bulma said, fighting Goku's flaying arms trying to get to her from the back of him. “If you take your pony tail out, I will kill you.” She said flicking his ear, earning her a yelp from him, but it stopped him from moving. She grabbed the red bandana and put it atop his head and tied it in the back.

“Why do I have to wear the bandana? I hate the bandana.” He groaned.

“Because your hair has a mind of it's own, that's why.”

“I hate this shit!” he growled.

“Tough. Here.” She handed him a floor length brown leather jacket, along with a pair of goggles. He yanked them from her and stomped off to the cockpit. Bulma turned to Radditz. “Sorry, we didn't have a uniform for you, you'll have to stay here, can't risk you going out there with your incredibly long saiyan hair.”

“Fine by me.” He said with a smile and then walked off in the direction his brother went off to.

She then turned to Nappa. “How does every thing fit??”

Nappa looked down at coat he had on and the heavy boots she supplied him with. “They seem to fit just fine.”

“Ten minutes till we land.” Goku's peeved voice sounded over the ships intercom.

“Where is Vegeta?” She asked.

“Right here.” Came his voice from behind her. She turned around, and at first sight of him, her eyes practically bulged out of her skull.

His flame hair was slicked back into a neat pony tail at the base of his neck, with a pair of sand goggles placed above his forehead. He was dressed in the same coat, with a black shirt under it, along with a pair military issue camo cargo pants that tucked into his boots that she supplied the other men with.

She quickly averted her eyes, so not to look like she was staring. “Good. Looks like everything fits.” She said as she passed out a pair of sand goggles to Nappa and then put a pair on top of her head.

“Did it again.” He said as he brushed passed her and chuckled when he saw her blush.

The ship landed in the middle of nowhere, there didn't seem to look like there was any civilization for miles.

“How the hell are we supposed to transport a large number of people if we are in the middle of nowhere?” Nappa asked as he exited the ship.

“Oh Nappa, ye of little faith.” Bulma said as she took a capsule out of her utility belt and held it out for the large bald man to see.

“What the fuck is that?” Vegeta asked coming up from behind her. He grabbed it out of her hands, observing it in confusion.

Bulma snatched it back from him. “Did anyone teach you manners when you were a child?” She clucked at him. She clicked the button then threw it away from her. A loud `BOOM' sounded and a puff of smoke appeared. When the smoke cleared a huge truck was sitting where the capsule was thrown. “That's what you and your team will be taking, Nappa.”

Nappa walked up to the truck. He looked as if his he just saw an incredible magic trick and was still trying to figure out if it was really magic or a fantastic trick.

“The capsule… my invention” She boasted proudly.

“Impressive technology.” Vegeta said as he looked at the truck.

Bulma turned to him, slightly surprised. “Dare I say the arrogant Prince of Saiyans gave me a compliment?” She chided.

Vegeta crossed his arms and gave her a “Hmph.”

Bulma laughed. “You did, you gave me a compliment, you do have a heart.” She said poking him in the arm. Vegeta jerked himself away from her and stomped off muttering under his breath about annoying earth women.

Just then, Yamcha and Dory exited the ship. Bulma begrudgingly walked up to the happy couple. “Yamcha, make sure she doesn't open her big trap about Nappa being a Saiyan when you're in the city. We don't want any trouble.”

“That's just rude, Bulma!!!” Dory whined.

Bulma rolled her eyes at her, then looked back to Yamcha. “Serious, Yamcha. No trouble. You guys have an easy pick up, get there, get the people and come straight back. No shopping side trips, no stopping for food or drinks. Nothing.” To drive the point home she pointed her finger in his face. She had been on two missions with these two, and both times they came back late because Dory wanted to go shopping. Dory also single handily botched a mission because she told a Cold Empire soldier that they were rebels. It was one of the biggest fire fights Bulma had been in. Honestly, she wasn't even sure why Dory even came. She had no skills that were helpful…

Yamcha put his hands up defensively. “Ok, Ok, B. You don't have to worry.”

“If she fucks up, you'll be paying.” Bulma turned to Nappa who just walked up to the group. “Nappa, try not to kill them, I know they are annoying. But stay strong.” She patted the giant man on the arm and walked over to Goku and Vegeta. “You boy's ready?”

Both men nodded. Bulma handed them a capsule each. “Since we have further to go then the others and are a bit short on time, we'll take these.” She clicked her capsule, making a hover bike appear. Vegeta and Goku popped there's and two hover bikes appeared just like Bulma's.

She quickly mounted her bike and put her goggles on over her eyes. “Let's go!” She waited for the two men to get on theirs and they all took off. Nappa, Yamcha and Dory in one direction in their truck. Vegeta, Goku and Bulma heading off in the opposite direction.

Bulma took the lead. She rarely got to take her hover bike for a ride, so she took advantage of the trip into town.

Vegeta sped up, cutting Bulma off and taking the lead. Being competitive by nature, and not wanting Vegeta to have the satisfaction that he one upped her, Bulma revved her engine and sped up so she was pacing the prince. Vegeta gave her a smirk and sped up, leaving her in the dust. This continued, one cutting the other off and vice versa trying to out do the other until they entered the city. And seeing as Vegeta didn't know the location they were going to, he let Bulma take the lead, but not before he kicked up some dirt from his back wheel, spraying Bulma with the red dirt that coated her entire body. As they passed each other, Bulma gave him the finger.

She led them through crowded streets of patrons and street vendors. All three of them taking notice of the Saiyan soldiers posted at almost every corner. They slowed down as they approached a large building that had a neon sign blinking in the window that said. “Cold Drinks Served Here” and “Live Nude's 24 Hours a Day!” The three of them parked their bikes in front, encapsulating them before they entered.

“Your contact works in a strip club?” Vegeta asked dryly as he took the scene in. There were at least ten poles at different spots of the large building. And for it being noon time, the women weren't half bad looking. In most strip clubs he'd gone to, most of the better looking women usually made their appearances at night.

There were only a handful of patrons watching the women up on the stages, drunkenly waving bills at the naked women.

Bulma walked up to a clean cut looking humanoid man. His purple and yellow hair, nicely cut into a Mohawk and his matching eyebrows neatly tweezed into perfect arches over beautiful golden eyes. Besides those features, he could pass for a human. He was working behind the bar, and automatically put down the pilsner glass he was polishing when he noticed Bulma walking up to him.

“Bulma!! Baby!! How I've missed you!!!” His feminine voice rang over the loud techno music that was playing in the background.

Bulma reached over the bar and gave him a hug. “It's been a while Jules.”

“Mhmmm… and who is this hunka hunka burning love?” He said biting his lower lip, and winked at Vegeta. The prince furrowed his brows at him and shifted uncomfortably under the man's flirtatious gaze.

“He's my new partner. His name is Rocky.” She tried to stifle a laugh as she watched Vegeta's reaction. He certainly didn't like his cover name. He shook his head and went off to stand with Goku, who was now oogoling over a purple female alien, who was shaking her boobs at him.

Bulma turned back to Jules. “Are they ready?” Her voice low.

Jules' face turned serious. “Yeah, Baby. They are, it's a larger number than you guys used to, like about fifteen. All of them Saiyans… one of them pregnant… and when I say pregnant I mean, she's about to pop. Also, I don't know if you've noticed, but they've upped the security around town.”

Bulma nodded her head. “Yeah, I've noticed when we were coming into town. What's going on?”

“I don't know.” He said, running his hand through his Mohawk. “It's been like this for a while. Business has been good since they have been here, though they keep killing my bouncers. Always causing fights, the animals.”

Bulma patted his hand, giving him a grimaced smile. “Just remember, if things get too hairy around here, you call me. I'll come get you… I'm going to have Goku start loading them up, where kind of in a hurry.”

“Sure thing sugar.” Jules said. He put his rag down and went to the back to unlock the loading dock.

Bulma walked up to Goku, who now was just inches away from the dancing, naked alien's boobs.

“Umm, Goku, if you're not too busy, do you mind taking the truck to the loading dock and start loading up?” She tossed a capsule to him. He barley caught it as he pried his eyes off of the woman.

Vegeta, who was now sitting with his back turned to the stages, stood up. “Well?”

“Looks like we have a large number of people… all of them Saiyan. Which is odd.” She looked down as she pondered this, then continued. “Jules also said that the Empire has upped the security, which we noticed coming in. There must be something going on.”

Vegeta crossed his arms. “Hmph. Could they know about your little operation?”

Bulma shrugged. “Possibly. Jules said that it's been like this for a while… let's go help Goku out. I don't want to stick around to find out. The sooner we leave the better.”

Both of them went to the back of the building, where Goku helped the last person onto the back of the truck.

“We're ready when you are.” He said walking up to them.

“Alright, Goku, why don't you ride in the back with them. Vegeta can ride up front with me.”

Goku nodded and hoped in the back and Bulma tied down the canvas cover that concealed their cargo from passersby. Bulma and Vegeta then entered the cab of the truck, Bulma in the drivers seat.

Because of the size of the of the truck they couldn't go as fast as they did with their bikes through the city streets.

“Wow I think we just may make it without getting stopped.” Bulma said, shifting the gears of the truck to pick up speed as they started to enter the outer city. And just her luck, just as they started to pick up speed, two Saiyan soldiers motioned for them to stop and pull over. “Fuck me.” She grumbled as she slowly pulled the truck over. “Goku, tell everyone to not move or make a sound. I'm throwing the switch on.”

Vegeta watched her curiously as she flipped a switch that was on the dashboard.

“It's throws a holographic image on in the back of the truck, making it look like it's empty.” She said, feeling his curious gaze on her. She quickly unzipped her shirt, making her cleavage was ever so noticeable. Vegeta lifted an eyebrow at her. “And `the girls' here,” She pointed to her boobs. “Are to insure we get out of this situation quickly.”

She stopped the truck and waited. The two Saiyans appeared. One at the passenger side window and the other at the drivers side window. Both of them were hulking men with the trademark unruly black hair. And both looked just as mean as they come.

The soldier at Bulma's window, glared at them suspiciously and down at Bulma's boobs. “State your business.” He said without breaking eye contact with her cleavage.

“Rocky,” she pointed to Vegeta. “and I are slave traders. We just dropped a new crop of women to work at the strip joint in town… if you have a chance, you should check it out. They were hand picked special, by me.” She said leaning towards the soldier so he could get a better view of `the girls'.

“That so?” he asked, leaning on the truck door, while licking his lips.

Vegeta didn't like the way the soldier was looking at the woman as if she were a piece of meat. He was gripping his leather coat with his fists, making his knuckles white. He faced forward, staying silent. The woman knew what she was doing… so why was it that he all the sudden felt protective? He shook the feeling off. Instead, he concentrated on the stare he was getting from the Saiyan next to him. Vegeta gave him a sidways glance, but said nothing to him.

“Then you don't mind if we take a peek at the back, do you?”

Bulma put on a sugar sweet smile. “course not, peek away.” She said suggestively and gave him a wink.

The soldier went to the back of the truck and lifted the canvas cover. It was empty. Satisfied, he walked back to Bulma's window and looked through the cab to his partner at the other side of the truck. “Truck's clean, Cerus. Let's move out.”

The Soldier, Cerus, cocked his head to the side. “You look familiar.”

Vegeta, keeping his eyes forward sighed deeply. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

The soldier narrowed his eyes at Vegeta. Sensing a potential problem, Bulma cleared her throat and put the truck into gear. “Well, boys. We are on a tight schedule, if you don't mind we'll be on our way.”

The Soldier next to Bulma took her hand that was resting on the window sill of the door, and kissed it. “See you around.” Bulma blew him a kiss and took off.

When they were a good distance away Bulma gave Goku the all clear.

Vegeta, crossing his arms let out a grumble. “You may as well have spread your legs for him with the show you put on.”

“Excuse me? What was that?”

“You heard me, you practically threw your tits into his face!!” He said finally turning to her, throwing his arms up in the air.

Bulma's anger sky rocketed. Her face turned three shades of purple. “I did not!!! I merely showed a bit of cleavage, that's it!! You make it sound like I pulled his pants down and started sucking his dick!!!” She screamed.

“You may as well have!” He screamed back at her.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, her anger slowly fading as a small smirk appeared. “Where you jealous?”

Vegeta leaned back in his seat, his lip curled over his k9. “Jealous? Me? Fuck no.”

“HA!” She hollered practically in his face. “Don't lie to yourself, Vegeta. Most men find me irresistible.” She said, mockingly.

Vegeta growled at her and crossed his arms again. All the while Bulma laughed hysterically all the way back to the ship.

I have a feeling, trouble is coming…