Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Imperial Amusements ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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"I don't care what you think! You are going to obey me!" he yelled, towering over the young man that he called son. The King had been fed up for years with his son's disobedience, and this was just the icing on the cake. The boy was so blood thirsty; it made him proud to have him as his son. However, the brat was getting stronger and soon the time would come when he would soon kill him and take his place at the throne.

The young man smirked at his very irritated father, his tail swishing back and forth with amusement. He could see his father's mind churning over details of his future and saw the mixed emotions in his eyes. This made Vegeta smirk even more, knowing his father knew his demise was getting near.

"Tell me old man, why do you want me to do this?" he inquired, before his father could answer he continued.

"I can't assume the throne until either you step down or you die. We both know you are too stubborn to do either, don't we? Then, of course, I could just kill you right now and save myself the trouble." Vegeta taunted, letting his ki level raise dramatically without batting an eye. King Vegeta noticed the change in his son, and raised his ki level as well.

"We could battle it out right here and now, brat. If that is how you want it?" the King goaded his son, staring down at his short muscular frame, "Face it. I am still too much for a boy like you."

The Prince sneered, placing his tail back around his waist and turning away from his father crossing his arms across his chest. He let his ki level lax a bit, knowing he still wasn't quite a match for his father, but that would soon change, he would see to that.

"So, why do I have to find a mate now?" Vegeta asked, looking back to his father over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow.

King Vegeta stopped his pacing to glare at his son as an idea sprang into his mind. The King then returns his son's smirk and said, "Fine, don't find a mate, you'll do as you please anyway." The King then sighed as if defeated, pulling on his beard as he did so.

That tone didn't settle well into Vegeta's mind. Vegeta's smirk then turned into a half smile. Vegeta knew better than to think that he had won the argument. The King turned away to hide his own smile and said over his shoulder, "I'll just step down and let your brother assume the throne then… He wouldn't argue with me about taking a mate."

Vegeta's smile turned into a scowl and he growled at his father, "You can't do that! He is only five years old! He does not need a mate as of yet!" It was then Vegeta's turn to start pacing his tail wanting to free itself from his waist to flit around announcing his irritation at his father's comment. The King turned back to fully face his son, his hands behind his back as an act of certainty.

"Let's make a deal. You find a mate, claim her and start producing heirs for the next generation of our royal family and you will assume the thrown while I step down in retirement. You can't beat that." If it was at all possible Vegeta's scowl turned even darker his tail wrapping tighter around his waist as if trying to hold him back from doing something drastic. A thought struck Vegeta, he then did something that he thought he would never do, he surrendered to his father.

"Fine, I will start looking for a mate. But, I had better not hear another word from you about this," Vegeta said, glaring and pointing a finger right into the King's face.

"You will accept my choice, with no protest what so ever and after the Claiming ceremony you will step down as King," trying to hide the smirk that kept creeping to his face, he had to make his father believe he won this battle.

"I agree." The King stated, smirking at his obvious victory. He then turned and strutted out of the room. Vegeta began to pace after his father had exited, the smirk finally working its way into his chiseled features.

"Yamcha!" he yelled. When his elite guardsman appeared, Yamcha went to his knee with his hand fisted over his heart.

"Yes, my Prince?" he asked, "How may I be of service?"

"How long have you been in my guard?" Vegeta asked nonchalantly, fixing the fit of his white gloves.

"Almost two years, Prince Vegeta." Yamcha answered.

"Good, I have an assignment for you. You may even consider it a promotion of sorts," Vegeta smirked maniacally, knowing the kind of torture he is about to put one of his best guards through.

"What assignment, my Prince?" Yamcha asked just a little nervously.

"I am putting you in charge of finding me a mate," Vegeta states, as though it were a menial task. Yamcha couldn't help but sweatdrop as the reality of what the Prince had just said hit him. Yamcha was already regretting answering the call of his Prince, but then not answering was the same as Treason and punishable by death. Yamcha considered death a more suitable option at the moment.

"Compile a list of all female third class citizens about to turn 21 and give it to me. Do you understand?" Vegeta said, noticing Yamcha's hesitation at his order.

"Yes, sire." Yamcha gulped. Saiyan females can be even more bloodthirsty and violent than males. If there was one thing Yamcha was more terrified of than death, it was being surrounded by females vying for the Prince's attention.

"Once you have the list I will go over it and give you the names of those I want you to investigate more," Vegeta stated, " Now go, and I expect a full list by tomorrow evening."

Yamcha turned to leave the Prince's presence when he turned back around to inquire, hoping that Vegeta may kill him for it, "Sire, if I may ask. Why just third class females?"

Vegeta paused to smirk, knowing what type of reaction Yamcha had wanted from him. Vegeta smirked even more at the defeated stance Yamcha took at his reaction and then answered him, "Because I know my father will try to talk me out of mating to a third class female instead of one of the first class. And I feel defiant." Vegeta reveled in Yamcha's mental anguish, "Now go and start your assignment and report back to me with the list of names."

"As you wish, my Prince." Yamcha turned to leave, being stopped just short of the door by Vegeta's voice.

"Oh! And Yamcha? Make sure that on that list is a good description of the female's attributes. I am not going to be able to make a strong decision without some description of the candidates." Vegeta could hear the groan Yamcha released from his throat as he slinked out the door.

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It took Yamcha about a week to round up a list, complete with physical and family descriptions, of all the Third-Class, Saiyan females about to turn 21. Prince Vegeta had not minded the incompetent fool's wasted time as much as he should have. He wanted to put this off as much as he could, he knew it would take that infidel more than a day to not only get names, but descriptions of all the Third-Class Saiyan Females, and it was all part of his plan. He had informed his father of his investigation of the female Saiyan population, he did not inform his father however, of it being only the Third-Class females.

Vegeta was truly enjoying this deceptive game he was playing. He was gaining time that he used fervently to train. He had raised his power level a great deal in just the last week during his training. He had been focusing more during his training and it was helping to open new doors to his power. He would be an even match with his father at this point but it would still end in a draw, he needed to be much more powerful to defeat him completely.

Vegeta stretched, his body complaining from the lack of use. He had been perusing the listing of females Yamcha had gathered and wasn't finding anything that truly stuck out as being a female that would enrage his father greatly. Most of the females were pure-bred Third-Class weaklings, even their families were weaklings. He was also looking for a female that would be somewhat appetizing for his sexual palette. Unlike his father's whores, most were disproportioned and downright ugly.

Vegeta visibly shivered at the thought of the whore his father first offered him when he was fifteen, Rashka. Ugh. What a nasty female. He could remember the smell of her down the hall, the smell of a rotten female. He was sure he remembered her with most of the guards at the time as well. He shook off the thought of Rashka and turned back to the list.

A knock at his chamber door catches his attention, he grumbles at the interruption barking loudly, "Who disturbs me?"

"Prince Vegeta? It is me Yamcha!" the muffled voice replied.

"What is it Yamcha? I am still reviewing the list!" Vegeta growls, looking up to see Yamcha sneaking into his chamber. Vegeta marched right over to him, grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. Yamcha's feet were barely able to touch the ground and he was losing his oxygen supply rapidly. Yamcha hoped Vegeta would finally kill him; the last week was complete torture for him. Vejiitasei didn't have much of records keeping system, Yamcha had to do all the grunt work himself. He had to spy in each town, to seek out the females and their attributes.

"Did I tell you that you could enter my private chamber? I don't think so! You really are looking for any excuse for me to kill you, aren't you?" the Prince growled at his frightened guard. Vegeta could see in Yamcha's eyes that death was what he wanted. Before he could continue Yamcha fought to blurt something out.

"Y-y-yes-s-s-s!" Yamcha hissed as his voice box was being crushed by the Prince's iron grip. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at such honesty from a lowly guard and released his grasp letting Yamcha fall to the floor, wheezing and hacking as he did so.

"I admire your pride Yamcha. However, I still need you. When I get done going through the list of names you gave me, I am going to need you to approach and court these girls to find out more about them, their personality, their family, and their opinions of Royalty. I wouldn't want a female that was planning on taking over the crown now would I?" the Prince smirked devilishly towards Yamcha who had finally pulled himself up from the floor. The look of absolute horror on Yamcha's face was priceless. Vegeta knew Yamcha would never want to lower his standards to court such trash as a Third-Class female. Yamcha knew better than to disagree with Vegeta, he was already torturing him enough and knew if he opened his mouth anymore he would possibly be demoted. Yamcha lowered his eyes, going down to one knee.

"Yes, my Prince," was Yamcha's final answer, as he reared back up and headed out of the Prince's private chamber.