Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Distant Light Years ❯ Return From Afar ( Chapter 3 )

Warning: This chapter contains language, ridicule and minor violence.

Chapter Three: Return From Afar

A glimmer, a bright beam of silver flashed. A ship sped through space, the light of many stars flickering off its metallic surface, like a billion candles.

Through a glazed window a fist was reflected, arm taunt like elastic as the muscles flexed and the sweat slid down like the ocean's waves over a rocky barren coast. Jet back eyes pierced the red light, salty drops rain down his face, he squinted as the dew seeped into his gaze. Another punch struck out, hitting the air with the articulated sound of a slice. A grunt of effort escaped his tight chest as he stood his ground under 2000x Earth Gravity. Thick black spikes of hair were flattened to his back by the sweat and gravity. He could barely move under the awesome weight.

"Shit." He grounded out the word through tightly clenched teeth, the veins in his neck, arms and legs pressed out of his skin, throbbing painfully. Then suddenly, unable to hold it any longer, he felt the burning begin in his chest as his eyes rolled up into his skull and his hair shot up. The air around him crackled with raw power and the blue flashes of kinetic energy. Golden light absorbed him, it ran up his hair, bleaching it into wicked spikes of platinum. His eyes refocused, the iris now a burning emerald green.

"Ahhh…" He sighed from the relief of the great pressure that had been pounding down on his body. He let his head hang back as he stood in the gravity room. For a long moment he just stood there, eyes closed, letting the power flow through him as he let his body relax.

Suddenly he heard a beeping noise coming from outside the gravity room and then the feminine computerised voice of the ships computer.

"Attention, this craft is fifteen minutes from landing at destination Earth. For your safety please sit and buckle the seat straps. Thank you." Vegeta walked over to the Gravity machine's main control panel and switched it off.

Walking through to the main flight room he let his golden hair drain back to coal and his jade eyes blacken to midnight orbs. He sat back in the large silver chair and stared out at the hugely magnificent aqua planet coming rapidly closer.

Suddenly the computer blipped again.

"Incoming message." Said the voice and a face appeared on the screen in front of him. It was a male human, with a buzz cut of red hair. His eyes glared down at Vegeta, they were the cold ice of winter frost. The man leaned forward slightly in his chair before licking his lips.

"You are an unidentified space craft, declare your self or prepare to get boarded." He said in a quick sharp voice. Vegeta rose an eye brow at the man.

"Since when has Earth had an interstellar fleet?" He growled, not liking the man's insolent tone. The man's face flinched as he bared his teeth.

"For the last two hundred years you fool! Now identify your self! This is your last warning!" Sure enough the ship's screen split in two, half showing the jerks face and half showing the view around the ship. There were five large ships moving into view. They were long and sleek with jutting bulky control stations at the far end. And they all had impressive gun turrets aimed at Vegeta's ship. What was going on? Earth had no space fleet to speak of. Only those ridiculously primitive space shuttles and Dr Brief's space capsules. Were these perhaps a new alien invasion? Vegeta sat up stiffly.

" I am …Vegeta, Prince Vegeta. The spouse of Bulma Briefs. Ruler of the Saiyans." He said proudly, glaring at the other man with raven eyes. The other man blinked, his grey eyes going round as his face leached of all colour.

"A SAIYAN?!" He cried out. Sweat slowly ran down his face. Vegeta bared his teeth in irritation. Was this guy just plain dense, or did stupidity take over all of his pathetic senses?!

"Yes, do you want me to repeat my self… I really wouldn't like too…" He said darkly, his eyes narrowing. The man was visibly shaking now. Vegeta was surprised this man even knew what a Saiyan was. He didn't let show though, of course.

The man stuttered and apology.

"Oh hell, I'm so sorry your Highness." He gasped, the pathetic creature was almost on the verge of hyperventilating. He kept bowing his head over and over again. Now Vegeta was really alarmed. What was going on?! What the fuck was going on?! He almost said this aloud.

"What…did you just call me? Your Highness?" He said staring intently at the man who looked like he had pissed his pants.

"Of course, Your Highness, all Saiyans are of the royal house." He bowed his head again.

"Please forgive my insolence, Prince Vegeta. I would be most obliged to escort you to the Royal Landing Docks." Once again he bowed his head and once again Vegeta was left to think, what the fuck was going on?

TBC…