Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Frozen Tears ❯ I'm not afraid of happy endings, just afraid mine won't work that way ( Chapter 3 )

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"They deserve to be taught a lesson. One does not deify their father and get away unscathed!" Master Roshi snarled.

"Your proposition does seem promising, however, you must take in consideration that their mutations, will cause their prices to decrease." A thin, rat-like man replied.

"Damn their worthless mother! She should have been destroyed at birth for her mutations, as I should have done with her brats….too late now…" Master Roshi said furiously.

"But don't get me wrong, their mutations could be seen as a nice distraction from the norm for some buyers, so it is possible with a select crowd they will get a rather high auctioning price." The man continued. "However, don't get your hopes up either."

"Feh… Are we making the deal or not?" Master Roshi replied.

"Oh of course sire, all we need is your signature right here…" The man smiled, and proffered out several sheets of lined paper. "Ah, by the X."

Master Roshi picked up the quill, and scribbled his name near the X, ignoring the lecherous smile of the man he was signing the lives of his three daughters to.

"Pleasure doing business with you. My men will be there to pick up our purchases within the hour, in case you would like to say goodbye."

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"ChiChi we have always admired your resolve for doing what you did. Never think that we loved you any less for what he made you do." 18 said comfortingly.

"It took a lot to stand up to him, and we won't let him push you, or any of us for that matter, around again." Bulma said vehemently.

"What a beautiful speech. Too bad you don't have any say what-so-ever in your futures anymore." A nasally voice said from the shadows of the doorframe.

"Who…Who are you?" 18 yelled out.

"Who am I? Just the man your caring and kind father sold your lives and wellbeings' to. " The rat-faced man said as he entered the living room.

"What do you mean…sold?" ChiChi asked.

"Well exactly what I said my dear." The man replied, as he withdrew the damning papers. "If you don't believe me, then just take a look at these papers here. You three, now belong to me, Master Slaver Zarthea. Now don't look so shocked, it is perfectly legal, and it's not like you can do anything to gainsay me. Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. The outcome is the same, except one you will have less bruises, and be able to take with you several possessions."

"So, which way would you like to have it?"

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18 was numb with disbelief. She never thought her father would sell them off to slavers, and not just any slavers. Master Zarthea was selling them off at an auction tomorrow, and auction to become some male's plaything. It would have been bad to face a life of dreary servitude, but this….well this was even worse!

They had chosen to go with him quietly. Not because they were too afraid to fight back, but because they needed to be able to bring with them their small savings, and Bulma's mechanical supplies. Plus, if they gave the Master the illusion of being weak -mannered, he would be even more surprised when they did finally escape. They were going to escape, just when and how were still a large unknown.

After they had left the small shack they had once called home, Zarthea had brought them to his estates, and subsequently shoved them all into a small badly-light room, full of other females who, 18 surmised to share the same fate as she did. Most of them were sobbing wretchedly, or staring about with glazed over-eyes. ChiChi was in the corner, looking completely absorbed in her writings and 18 left her alone. She understood that writing was part of how ChiChi coped with things, and once she was finished, she would talk if she wanted to.

Bulma was sitting on the floor, her tools spread around her, as she made small changes to her Training Chamber. However, it didn't look as if her sister's heart was in her work, for often her usually steady fingers, trembled, and it looked as if she was holding in pent-up energy. 18 could understand. She felt restless as well. She longed to fight, to forget her pain in the glory of defeating an opponent. But it was very unlikely that she would get to train tonight, or anytime soon.

Sleep seemed the best option at the time. To momentarily forget her troubles in the blissfulness that was sleep. When she woke up she would have to deal with her current situation, but right now sleep was a means of escape. She would deal with tomorrow, well…tomorrow.

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"Oh Prince Vegeta I agree wholeheartedly!! I guess what they say about great minds thinking alike really is true!" Sayrethia, the daughter of General Cabbott, simpered.

As she looked up at him, and batted her lashes, in what she must have thought was a becoming manner, Vegeta held back the urge to blast her to hell. Did none of these so called ladies of class, have any ideas in their heads besides what he thought? They were just simply trying to placate him, just so they could be the future queens of Vegeta-sei. As if a sniveling lump like that would ever make the kind of Queen a planet of Warriors needed!

He had to get away, he was feeling suffocated by all the fake insincerities. And if one more dancer stopped on his foot, he would scream. Pushing away from Sayrethia wildly, he rushed of the dance-floor. He didn't care that he was making a scene or that he would hear from his father about this later, all he wanted was to get away from this.

As if following his cue, Krillen, and Kakarrot excused themselves from their present company, and loyally followed their friend.

"I take it we will be making our exit now?" Kakarrot asked, as he caught up to his friend.

"Yes. I can no longer take this. If I stay any longer, I don't know if I trust myself not to hurt someone." Vegeta said heatedly.

"But what about your father?" Krillen began.

"I don't care about my father right now. And I am sure he would rather me make this exit then blast some worthless daughter to pieces." Vegeta snarled.

"Where are we going?" Krillen asked tentatively.

"I am not sure yet…somewhere that no one will think to look for us…" Vegeta replied.

"Why not the Third District, my prince?" Kakarrot inquired.

Vegeta looked at him appalled, go to the worthless homes of the third class trash? But he did have a point, who would look for the mighty Prince Vegeta in that hovel? "Very well. Lead the way Kakarrot." Vegeta replied, as he shot off into the dark sky, almost blending into it's darkness.

"Tonight is certainly going to be fun…." Krillen muttered. "That is, if our esteemed Prince doesn't decide to take his wrath out on us first…"

"Aw come one Krill! It won't be that bad and at least we will get to get out of the Palace. " Kakarrot replied, trying to cheer up his gloomy friend.

"Just think of it as an adventure!"

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Vegeta touched to the ground, feeling much better. The feel of the wind upon his face, had calmed him down considerably. Or maybe just being away from the watchful eye of his father was what made his mood lighten. He wouldn't think of his father's anger now, right now he would just enjoy his small bit of freedom, while it lasted. It was too late to do anything, but he was certain they could find something entertaining in this worthless dump. First, they needed to find a place of lodging.

"Let's try and find the best inn this place offers, so we can get a good night's rest. Tomorrow we will have plenty of time to explore and find something interesting. Agreed?" Vegeta asked his comrades.

"I couldn't have said it better." Krillen wheezed, rather tired with the efforts of keeping up with his friends.

"If you say so Vegeta." Kakarrot added, his dark eyes sparkling. "Besides we don't want the little man to fall asleep on his feet."

"Hey! I am not going to fall asleep!" Krillen protested.

"Then why do you look like you have just been run-over by a hover-craft?" Vegeta asked.

"Aww… it's been a long day today, and.." Krillen began.

"Don't worry, we weren't insulting your manliness, just being concerned. Right, Veggie?" Kakarrot inquired.

"If you say so Carrot-head." Vegeta replied with finality.

"Hey! You know I hate being called Carrot-head!"

"Yeah well, I will stop calling you carrot-head when you stop calling me Veggie, or Vegetable, agreed?" Vegeta asked.

"But then that wouldn't be any fun!" Kakarrot protested.

"Come on you guys, let's find a room…please?" Krillen put in.

"Of right…of course." Vegeta said, bringing back his air of formality and superiority.

"Now look what you've done, you made him all boring again." Kakarrot whispered to Krillen.

"I heard that…" Vegeta said haughtily.

Trying to stall another argument, Krillen pointed over to what he believed to be an Inn. "Look guys, you can worry about that later. Let's get some sleep!"

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Hehe, I had fun writing the last half of that chapter and tried to make Kakarrot, Vegeta, and Krillen more life-like. And show how good of friends they actually are… anyways..

Next chapter will have the Auction, and some fun action stuff, and our Vegetable head will meet someone very interesting…(**hackhack**BULMA**cough**)

oops… did I just give something away? ^__^

-illusory