Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Honour Bound ❯ Chapter two - things change ( Chapter 2 )

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Chaper two

 

Things change

 

Every thing was beginning to change as time passed; Vegeta had begun his training almost immediately and was proving to be an excellent student. Nappa was always reporting to the king how it would not be long before Vegeta even surpassed him in strength if he carried on his training with the enthusiasm he showing. He was constantly striving to surpass every and all of the guards within the kings realm, it had only taken him several months to surpass that of all the third class warriors, and even now he was easily taking on those of second class and some of the elite. However there had been some concern regarding his social skills, after all as hard as it was for any Saiyan to admit there was more to living that just training and fighting, especially for the future king, and while Vegeta strived for all his worth, he never associated himself with those he fought and seemed to isolate himself. The king had held a long discussion with Nappa regarding this matter and it was decided that Vegeta should have the company of another Saiyan his own age.

 

“Do you know of any brats the same age as my son Nappa” the king enquired

 

“While there are many sire, I feel that it would take a certain brat to be able to be in the company of the young prince” Nappa replied

 

“Yes I agree, he is somewhat temperamental and extremely short fused, I would hate to have to tell one of my subjects that their son had been blasted into the next dimension” the king stated with a hint of laughter to his words.

 

“There is one brat that holds much power, however he is of low born, and has been placed in the ranks of third class” Nappa retorted.

 

“If he holds a lot of power, how come he is a third class, why not an elite, and also why am I only hearing about him now” the king questioned

 

“When he was born, his power level was low my king, however over the past year he has gained considerable power, almost on par with the prince, but he does not reside in the palace, he live in the outer regions” Nappa answered.

 

The king thought for a moment before asking “who is the brat Nappa”

 

“Kakkarott, my king, the youngest of the warrior and scientist Bardock, he lives in the mountain region to the north with his mother” Nappa replied.

 

“So be it, make the arrangements” the king finalised.

 

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The young prince Vegeta now six years old, was training relentlessly within the royal training facilities which had become his second home. Levitating in the air, he threw punch after punch to his invisible opponent, followed by a series of round house kicks and back kicks. Although he felt the presence of Nappa and another ki he was unfamiliar with, it was not until Nappa cleared his throat that Vegeta stopped his actions and floated towards the ground. Vegeta glanced up towards Nappa's face, taking in for the hundredth time just how massive the warrior really was. Standing at almost seven and a half feet tall, and built like the size of a stone shit house, Nappa was one of the largest Saiyan's to ever exist. To many a warrior Nappa was the embodiment of a true warrior and able to place fear within the hearts of his enemies, however to Vegeta he just could not see it, especially with his bald head and moustache which made him look like his hair had slipped of his head and down under his nose.

 

Vegeta began to snigger at that thought, “bargh, who would fear Nappa”.

 

He then took notice of the small figure almost hidden behind the giant Saiyan's bulging frame. The boy was not much taller that himself, although it was evident that the young boy worked out, however his muscular frame still held that of the child he was much like Vegeta's. The boy's hair was short and black and stuck out in various directions making it seem that he had been struck by lightning, and his face held the innocence of someone who had never known battle, but had recently known food, which was evident from the crumbs around his mouth.

 

“My prince” Nappa began, wondering how this was all going to pan out. “This is Kakkarot; he will be your new training partner and more importantly your comrade”.

 

“What, I will not be training with that buffoon, he is just a child, and I bet he's weak, hell he can't even eat without getting his food all over himself” Vegeta bellowed.

 

Hearing this Kakkarot quickly wiped his mouth before answering “I am not weak and in case you haven't noticed you aren't exactly and adult yourself”.

 

Vegeta hearing this growled before throwing himself a Kakkarot in a flurry of blows, which Kakkarot quickly countered. Within a matter of seconds the two of them were in a heated battle, matching blow for blow, before Nappa intervened taking each one by the tail in his meaty hands causing both to cry out in pain before falling to their knees on the floor.

 

“Enough” Nappa bellowed.

 

Both Vegeta and Kakkarot winced not only in pain but also at the tone of voice that Nappa had spoke that one word with.

 

“The decision is made, now live with it, the order has come from the king, and it is not negotiable, got it!, now we will begin our new training regime” Nappa finished with a smirk.

 

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Bulma was growing in leaps and bounds although she was only two years old, she was very advanced for her age and this often resulted in her getting herself into numerous amounts of mischief. She had forgone the stage of crawling and had gone right on to walking, and as soon as she was able to form words, it was often hard for anyone to get her to stop. It would be found that as time passed she would be able to use this to great advantage; however it would also result in her getting into immense trouble.

 

Today, Bulma was playing in the gardens which spanned out across the whole of the west side of the palace, filled with exotic flower beds and winding paths leading to several water fountains. With her wet nurse Radda and her personal guard Turles, Bulma sat picking flowers and just having fun, totally oblivious to the dangers which would soon impose themselves within her simple life.

 

From her balcony overlooking the gardens the queen watched with adoring eyes as her youngest child played happily, oh how she wished that Vegeta would begin to take some interest in his sister. She knew that he had promised to protect her, and had proved this on several occasions, when Bulma had got herself into trouble while toddling off into dangerous and precarious places, holding her by the scruff of her clothes while returning her to either Radda or the queen herself. She just hoped that they would be able to form some kind of relationship as they got older. The queen sighed as she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist embracing her with both love and security, she leaned her head back into the shoulder of the man behind her knowing that it was her mate, her king.

 

“What is troubling you my love” the king's smooth voice tickled across her ear.

 

The queen sighed again and turned in his embrace, lifting her black eyes to his equally black ones, seeing the love that he held for her there.

 

“I just hope that Vegeta will grow to love and accept Bulma, I worry that they will never bond, and he hardly comes near her and when he does” she trailed off.

 

“I know, but just give it time, you know how Vegeta is, he is determine to train himself to his full potential and to hell with everything else around him” the king answered his mate.

 

The queen smiled at him before answering “I understand that he is his father's son”

 

The king smirked at her remark before tenderly kissing her on the lips, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip begging for entrance, which the queen oblidged by open her mouth and offering him her own tongue. Embracing her fully the king guided her back into her chambers. He pulled away from the kiss and let his eyes begin to rove over her slender petite frame, from her long black hair which she meticulously kept as soft as any Saiyan could, to her soft full lips which adorned her face. Her skin was a light tan in colour and her breasts which were perfect and firm. Moving his mate to her bed, he slowly began to remove her clothing kissing his way down her neck and body as he did so, taking in every inch of her and memorising it as he had done hundreds of times before. He then removed his own clothing and picked her up wrapping his tail around her waist as he placed her legs around his, laying her down and pushing his arousal into her waiting core.

 

“Buruma” the king breathed against her neck, while sliding in and out of her womanhood at a steady pace, thrusting hard and deep, trying to fill every inch of his mate and enjoying her moans of pleasure as he brought her to her climax, following soon after with his own as her muscles repeatedly clenched him milking every inch of him.

 

Both the king and his queen lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking when a knock at the chamber doors pulled them out of their euphoria. The king quickly rose from the bed, telling his mate to go into her dressing chamber while purposely pulling on his suit and cape.

 

“Enter” the king commanded to the person who had interrupted his afternoon with his queen.

 

“Sire” a guard answered in a nervous voice, while bending in to his usual stance of allegiance.” Freeza… he… he is on his way here and requests an audience”.

 

“Fuck” the king grated, “this is all I need, when will he be arriving soldier”.

 

“In two cycles” the guard answered

 

“Go, ready the council in my throne room, we cannot take any chances with Freeza, we must be ready for the worst” the king spoke with authority and determination.

 

“Yes my lord” the guard replied before heading out to do as his king had bid him.

 

The door to the queens dressing chambers slowly opened and she exited with a worried look upon her face. The king turned around and noticing her trembling and moved to wrap her up within his arms, to reassure her that he would not let any harm come to their family or their world.

 

“I have to go, my love” the king told his queen, kissing her on the forehead before turning and leaving her chambers.

 

The queen sighed; she knew that this meeting would not go well for her family or her subjects.

 

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The king entered his throne room to the ruckus of voices, each shouting their thoughts and ideas on how the situation with Freeza should be handled. Upon the king entering the room, the council became almost immediately silent waiting for their sire to begin the meeting. Each took their seat around the stone table leaving the king to stand at the head and alleviate all their worries and concerns.

 

“You all by now know why you have been called to the meeting, Freeza will be arriving planet side in two cycles and we need to know what he is up to” the king began.

 

Over the next several hours the king and his council began the various discussions regarding what to do about Freeza and how to ensure the safety of Vegetasie and her people. Although many council members wanted to take on the Kold Empire, many stated what it would be foolish as they were no where near strong enough. It was decided in the end that the only option open to them was to hear what it was that Freeza wanted and then and only then could they come up with a more substantial plan of action.

 

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The two cycles until Freeza arrived passed quickly and the entire planet was in turmoil as to what would happen. During this time both Bulma and Vegeta however remained ignorant of what was happening and what would occur. Bulma carried on playing without a care in the world while Vegeta sparred relentlessly with Kakkarot, each trying their best to out do the other. The king and queen thought it wise to ensure that both their offspring were sent away during the talks, so the king had ordered Bardock to take them to his home in the north until word was sent as to when it would be safe for their return. Although Vegeta argued the situation, the king told him it was to partake in more training, learning to fend for his self. Vegeta then began to enquire that if he was going for further training, why did `she', pointing to Bulma, have to go along.

 

“Just do as your told brat” the king scowled.

 

Vegeta swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from his fathers penetrating eyes, so much like his own. He knew not to test his father's patience on this matter, something was certainly wrong but he knew even at is young age that he would not be privy to what.

 

Taking a small transport shuttle, Bardock arrived back at his mountain dwelling with the trio in tow, his mate had taken the full opportunity of caring for Bulma as she had no daughters of her own and had dismissed the idea of Radda coming along. She had felt lonely with Radditz gone, since he had now joined one of the third class squads, and Kakkarot was no longer a babe in arms, and now he would be spending most of his time with the young prince. Although Bardock still returned home on a regular basis, when he was away it was often for weeks or months on end.

 

Bardock's shuttle landed outside of his dwelling where his mate came running out to meet them. Bardock gazed upon his mate taking in her small frame, her hair long and black with a wild look about it, her skin a deep bronze which glowed in the afternoon sun. He looked to her face, her eyes a soft brown, unusual for a Saiyan and her lips were full and red. Bardock smiled knowing that it had been several days since he had last lay with her wrapped within his strong arms hearing her moans as he pleasured her all night long.

 

“Mother” a small cry came from kakkarot who leaped from the shuttle and ran into his mothers waiting arms.

 

“Oh, so you missed me” his mother replied placing her hand on the top of his head and ruffling his hair.

 

A small grunt broke her ministrations and she looked up to see Vegeta standing in the doorway of the shuttle, with his arms folded and a scowl on his face. Bardock was standing behind him now with a wiggling Bulma held in a precarious way.

 

Kiara rolled her eye, and strode purposely over to Bardock with outstretched arms, ignoring him completely and taking Bulma from him, and settling her on her hip. She then turned to Vegeta, and bowed respectfully as best she could with a child strapped to her side.

 

“Welcome prince Vegeta, we are honoured to have you and the princess as guests at our humble abode” Kiara finished.

 

Vegeta snorted and mumbled something which sounded like `humbles the right word' before he strode past her and into the dwelling. Vegeta looked around taking in his surroundings, the dwelling was small and the main parlour was made up of an open plan living space encompassing a kitchen and dining area made of various woods and a large stone fire surrounded by large animal skin seats. A long corridor led away from the dining area with several doors leading of off them which Vegeta assumed must be the sleeping and bathing chambers. He sighed for the first time in his life feeling thankful for what he had.

 

Kiara leaned into Bardocks ear before whispering to him “What bug crawled up his arse” and laughing heartedly.

 

Bardock looked at his mate shaking his head before moving his right hand to stroke it through her long hair and take in her sent.

 

Within no time both Vegeta and Bulma settled into Bardocks home and while Bulma seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was not in her usual home, it could be seen that Vegeta was still not buying the wilderness training regime.

 

 

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Back at the palace preparations were being made for the arrival of Freeza, the queen had managed to persuade her mate that he should throw a banquet for him for two distinct reasons. Firstly to draw Freeza from having any suspicions that they thought he may be up to something and that he would think them foolish and trusting. Secondly Freeza or one of his flunkies may relax a little too well and divulge information with which they could work with. The king had looked at his mate with complete ore and pride, while she was not particularly strong she held intelligence and a royal decorum which had always befitted her rank as queen.

 

King Vegeta and his Queen Buruma waited at the landing pad with several elite guards for the arrival of Freeza, although the king had tried to persuade his mate to remain in the palace, she had informed him that if she did not stand by his side which was customary then Freeza may become suspicious.

 

A large circular ship landed and three figures exited from the gangway. The first was a large round alien who was pink in colour and as ugly as fuck, quite frankly his appearance was disturbing. The second was a tall lean alien with pale blue skin and green hair, his features were almost female and he was adorned with various jewels and trinkets, over his person and clothing. Lastly a small white and pink lizard like creature emerged in a hover chair, despite his stature; he emanated waves of untold power.

 

The king swallowed hard and approached the trio, greeting them each in turn. “Lord Freeza, Zarbon, Dodoria, welcome to Vegetasie”.

 

“Ahh, you are too kind Vegeta” Freeza answered, specifically leaving off the kings rightful title.

 

The king went to growl, but was stopped by his mate who placed a hand on his right forearm. She looked up to him smiling, her eyes pleading with him to let it go and not cause anything that Freeza might reciprocate as a threat.

 

“Lord Freeza” the queen spoke with in a gentle tone, “we have set up a banquet in honour of your arrival, if you would follow us we shall commence, yes?”

 

“As you wish” Freeza drawled, looking the queen over with a perverse look spreading across his face.

 

The king and queen led the trio towards the palace and to the banqueting hall. Two guards, one on either side of the large carved stone doors held them open whilst bowing and letting the royal couple and their guests pass. The hall was large and medieval in design, much of the décor which adorned the grey stone walls were large tapestries of Saiyan battles and annual hunts which too place in the autumn months. The large windows and terrace doors were adorned with heavy drapes in the royal colours of blues and reds trimmed with gold. In the centre of the room was a large banqueting table which stretched across the whole of the room where many of the guests had already gathered standing besides their seats awaiting their king and queen to take theirs. The king and queen moved to their seats at the centre of the table and gestured for Freeza and the rest of their guests to take theirs. Freeza vacated his hover chair and sat opposite the royal couple with Dodoria and Zarbon on either side of him. During the meal the discussions were kept to pleasantries while Freeza hardly took his eyes of the queen, making her feel nervous and the king extremely pissed off.

 

While it was known that Freeza preferred the male of the species, he was not adverse to taking females and breaking them in the most disgusting of degrading acts leaving them nothing more than comatose shells, well, those who were not lucky enough to die during or after the act anyway. The king could feel the bile begin to rise in his throat at the thought of what Freeza might do if he were to ever get his hands on his mate. He tried to keep his composure while repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists. The queen noticing this moved her left hand and gently squeezed his knee to reassure him.

 

Once the meal was over the king and his council led Freeza and his lackeys towards the throne room to discuss what it was that Freeza wanted. Upon entering the room the king took his place on his throne while his council members sat at their appointed stations. Freeza who had returned to his hover chair after the meal stopped just in front of the king and began to tell him his reasons for his visit.

 

“Vegeta, it has come to my attention that your son the prince is gaining in strength and power and will soon no doubt even surpass your greatest warriors” the lizard began.

 

“I have also been told of his being thought to be the next, ahh, what do you call it super saiyan, ahh yes that's it” Freeza carried on, ignoring the looks of horror from not only the king but his council members at the information that someone had been feeding the bastard lizard on the prince, it was obvious that spies were on Vegetasie which would have to be rectified immediately after Freeza and his men left.

 

“Yes…. “ the king began a little hesitantly “though what has my son got to do with your visit”.

 

“I want him” Freeza replied simply

 

“What, you cannot be serious, he is just a child” the king admonished.

 

“Yes… Yes… I am well aware of that, however, I do not want him yet, I want him when he comes of age” the lizard returned with the hint of amusement in his eyes, knowing full well what he was doing to the monkey king.

 

“What if I refuse, then what will you do” the king questioned, knowing full well that it would take a miracle to get out of this mess.

 

“Oh you will comply Vegeta, or I will simply destroy you all, after all its only one child, you can always have others, don't you already have another… a daughter…” Freeza answered, seeing the fear and hate crossing the king's eyes.

 

“Well, it seems you have a lot to think about Vegeta, ne!” Freeza drawled “Come Dodoria… Zarbon, we are leaving”

 

Freeza made his way to the doors Dodoria and Zarbon holding them open for him purposely knocking the two guards out of the way, however before he left he turned to the king and stated “When the prince comes of age, on his sixteenth year and no sooner” then he was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Authors notes: thank you for all who are reading this story it's my first so please be patient, I will et the hang of writing soon, I hope. Also I know not a lot is going on at the moment, but things will be picking up soon. I just wanted to bring in the characters without rushing.

 

If anyone has any ideas I always open to suggestions