Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Fratricide? ( Chapter 3 )

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Facing it Together

Chapter Three: Fratricide?

Chi Chi closed her door and leaned against it. The warrior Kakarrot was nice. They had ended up talking instead of immediately returning to her room. For the most part, she felt that she could relate to him. His mother had died when he was at an early age, he liked to fight as she did, although she guessed it was in his genes, rather than pure interest. They could talk for hours-which they did-about nothing in particular. Every item that she brought to conversation, he would understand and contribute something of his own. He was most likely the kindest Saiyan that she had encountered so far on this planet.

She looked down at her blouse. He had commented about the color of it, and had told her that it looked good on her. Chi Chi shrugged. Red wasn't such a bad color, and Kakarrot had certainly liked it…Maybe she would wear it more often…

No. Getting into a relationship now was surely a mistake. There wasn't enough time to. They could be leaving any day now, and she didn't want to get into anything and not be able to finish it. Kakarrot seemed like such a nice person, though. He had almost everything that she could hope for in a man. A sense of humor, was empathic, and had a wonderful smile. She sighed as she sat on the bed. It was really too bad…

Her thoughts shifted to Bulma and her actions in the main hall. Kami, if she had only held her temper, there wouldn't be any tension between her and the king. But that was Bulma's nature. She would always stand up for the people who wouldn't defend themselves, and her mouth was always something that got her into trouble. But messing with the Vegeta-sei king was probably a huge mistake. He didn't seem to be one who would tolerate crap, or would even care less if he hit a woman. He was dangerous-that was for sure, and if Chi Chi hadn't stepped in, Bulma probably be as broken as her sword was.

She flopped the rest of her body on the bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling. Hopefully, Bulma learned her lesson, and wouldn't try anything else as stupid as that for the remainder of the time that they would be on this planet. But there is no guarantee…Chi Chi thought as her eyes closed and she fell back to sleep.

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"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I feel guilty?"

That question had been wandering through Bulma's mind in the past couple of hours. She had a sense of guilt, but had no idea where it came from. She only spoke her mind-why should she be punished for it? It was her right as well as anyone else's.That wasn't the only thing that plagued her, though. The fact that she had lost to the king of Vegeta-sei also haunted her.

She had her share of loses and defeats, but those fights were usually more intense than the one with King Vegeta. But the king was all muscle, and she knew that she should have been able to outsmart him. Most of her fights were won with skill, not power. And in this case, power was the one that won. That was what bothered her the most.

Bulma thoughts left her when she found herself in a room filled with the warm sun of Vegeta-sei. "Wow…" she said as she marveled at the solarium. The ceiling was made of glass, as well as the walls. There were exotic flowers everywhere, all of them beautiful. Who would have guessed that the hard king would enjoy such beauty? It almost seemed impossible, but there it was-packed with fragrant flowers, some that she didn't even recognize. It truly was an exquisite room.

She saw some movement in the corner of her eye and turned to identify it. There, she saw the king of Vegeta-sei engaging in his training, she supposed-or beating two poor souls senseless into the ground. She felt sorry for them as she watched them. Her own squabble with him had only lasted a couple of minutes, no bruises. But King Vegeta's training partners probably would have to have some serious medical treatment when the king decided he had enough of kicking their asses. The pitiful creatures couldn't even touch him.

He looked so regal and confident, as if he was able to anything and everything. Bulma couldn't deny thinking that he was breathtaking the first time that she saw him…that was until she met him. He was also impatient and a jerk. But…there was still something there-something that she still couldn't quite put her finger on-that attracted her to him, and she didn't know why. It was absurd, though. She would never try to involve herself in anything with a man who wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she said something that offended him. It was silly to even imagine that.

She turned away from the window, having seen enough of the one-sided fight. Hopefully, they would be leaving soon, and she wouldn't think these thoughts again.

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Vegeta kicked one of his sparring partners that was laying on his back, barely conscious. "Get your sorry ass up, Radditz."

"Yes…Ou-sama…" he panted. He tried to get up, but felt the weakness in his limbs and his body collapsed once more.

Vegeta snarled at him. He wouldn't get stronger if these fools couldn't catch up to him in skill. "Radditz, Limato-you two are pathetic. If I was a nice person, I would send for a medical unit to carry you both to the infirmary. But, I'm not, so you can take your two pitiful selves inside on your own." He turned and left them.

Limato glanced at Radditz as he lie on the ground. "I think every bone in my body is broken."

"Damn that King Vegeta. If he's so much stronger than us, then how in the hell are we supposed to overthrow him, with our lives, might I add?"

Limato laid his head back on the dirt. "Relax, Radditz. Turles is the strongest one in our resistance factor, and will be the one who defeats King Vegeta. We're only his support. I doubt the king will be able to kill all five of us together."

Radditz looked at him as he successfully pulled himself up. "Yeah, well, we still have a problem," he said, extending an arm to Limato.

Limato took it, and pulled himself off of the ground. "What's that?"

"My brother, Kakarrot. He's loyalty to the king is outstanding. When we resist, there is a chance that we would have to go through him, too."

"Well, that shouldn't be too much of a problem, if we killed him first."

Radditz's eyes widened a bit, but then they returned to his normal scowl. "So having him join us is out of the question."

"Of course, it is, Radditz. We can't have any one like him alive after our plan is executed. The other Saiyans will fall into line when they know that we have destroyed the strongest of the Saiyans. But people like Kakarrot will only resent us, and then they will try to kill us to overthrow us. I know Kakarrot's loyalty. He will try to stop us. We have to stop him first." Limato rose an eyebrow. "You don't have any personal attachment to him, do you, Radditz?"

Radditz shook his head. "No. A Saiyan would kill his own blood, if it was needed. As in this case. You're right, Limato. We probably will end up killing him."

"That, we will, Radditz," Limato said as he walked inside the palace.

Radditz stood there for a minute, thinking it over. Kill his own brother? It was necessary for them-necessary for their plan. But Kakarrot wouldn't even have a chance against them. Radditz didn't hate his brother, nor did he love him…but killing off Kakarrot seemed so wrong. `Rebelling,' he decided as he walked through the door. `Would be even harder than I realized'

Author's Note: So? What did you all think? I hope to get the next chapter out soon, sooner than the time that it took me to post this one. Thanks for reading, and I hope you will review!