Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Links of Destiny ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"How can this be! I thought Vegeta and I were the only Saiyans left! I mean...
a Woman Saiyan! I don't believe it, I mean, I didn't even think they existed. And now that I think about it, I've never asked Vegeta about my Mom!" Exclaimed Goku, his shock more than apparent.

She couldn't help smiling at his naivete and told him...
"Yes, there were other survivors. I am One of them, and as you can see now, there are Saiyans of the female species, at least there used to be" she said this with a tinge of sadness in her voice without taking her eyes from Vegeta...

"He is Magnificent" She silently thought, as she took notice of his cold and forbidding countenance. His dark arched brows complimenting two expressionless pools of dark obsidian eyes that bespoke of keenness and intelligence. His full lips that for the moment were set in a straight line, a strong and prominent chin that marked the Saiyan's stubbornness and finally to his rock hard chest and legs. He carried an Imperious aura that would surely intimidate the strongest, just as it should, she thought, for wasn't he after all the Prince of all saiyans? Correcting herself immediately, no, not the prince anymore, The King of all Saiyans...her King...

He wasn't as tall as Kakarrot who was a good six seven inches tall. She noticed he was at eye level with her, but that didn't distract at all from the prowess that emanated from him, nor did it diminish the Confidence and Arrogance that flowed through his veins and clearly showed in his sure demeanor.

"My Name is Fhazha, and I have spent all of my life searching for any surviving Saiyans; until now, my search had been fruitless, but finally I have found you"

"What is the purpose of your search and where are the other Saiyan survivors you speak of?" For the first time Piccolo had spoken since Fhazha had made her appearance.

She looked at him and nodded. It was time to tell them.

" I come from Planet Vegeta, my home for the first three years of my life. My father was head of the scientific Division of our planet; his name was Planthor, a weak warrior in Saiyan's standards but a renounced Genius that was too valuable to send away in a purging mission. My Father inherited his genius from an ancestor that belonged to the evolved version of our race the Tuffles. That was the conclusion some scientists reached after strenuous studies of both races. It was concluded that The Tuffles had once been Saiyans, but had since evolved into the culturistic, Scientific and pacifist beings they became. Their evolved characteristics consisted of their losing their tales and developing an extreme intelligence, so unlike the Primitive Saiyans that eluded evolution and had indeed survived for so long in the vastness of the desert. That explains the peculiar coloring of my hair since most pure blooded saiyans are raven haired, I inherited this coloring from my Tuffle ancestor."

Fhazha said this almost in an apologetic manner, never leaving Vegeta's gaze...

"Interesting" Vegeta muttered...

"Go On" said Piccolo...

" Anyway, as the Head of the Scientific Division, my father was constantly visiting different planets, learning their technology and studying the idiosyncrasy of its species and so he visited Planet Kanassa in the hopes of discovering the uniqueness of their Psychic Prowess. Back then, the two planets were standing in good terms, which of course changed when Frieza took control of the political protocol of Planet Vegeta, but I'm sure you are aware of that. It was then in Kanassa that father befriended their current Ruler. With time their friendship deepened and so one day the King granted my father the gift of sight. An honor indeed, for their Psychic ability was a well guarded secret that was only granted to those that had earned their trust. Father was very young then, only a lad of 15 years, and he was urged to stay in order to learn how to control the power that had been bestowed upon him. He returned to Vegeta after five years as a young man of 20 even more powerful than before, for not only was he a Genius, but now he possessed the gift of Sight, something which became invaluable for King Vegeta. Unfortunately for everyone, father's visions concerning Frieza went unheeded by Our King. Perhaps it was his lust for power that overruled his common sense and his trust in father's warnings; perhaps his arrogance wouldn't allow him to believe that Frieza or anyone in the universe could destroy him.

Whatever it was, father's warnings went unheeded by him. It would take many years before father's prophecy came true, but he was not a fool and started preparing for doomsday. His main priority would be the royal house, and his latest project was to build a spaceship that would bring Vegeta's rulers to safety. You see, father was a true Saiyan, and his loyalty for the royal house was solid. Their safety was foremost in his mind. For him, our heritage was to be protected at all cost. Amidst all this father and mother met. She was a young and powerful warrior, an elite that would have never considered a scientist as her Mate, but in this case the attraction was too strong and they didn't fight it. Soon I became part of their lives. To mother's delight I was born an elite, with powers that far surpassed my contemporaries, and so it was how my training as a warrior commenced. To father's surprise, at a very young age I manifested acute intelligence, the ability to express dynamic rationale, and the ability to crack complex mathematical formulas with ease. It seemed that not only was I a saiyan Elite, but that I was also born with a genius streak like father"

She said this without any hint of conceit nor arrogance in her voice, but that she accepted it as a statement of fact...

"By the time I had reached my third year father had almost completed the spaceship meant for the Royal House of Vegeta. It was like no other spaceship ever created in our planet; it was nothing like the simple space pods that carried our kind to other galaxies. It was made out of an indestructible material discovered in one of his expeditions. It was five times bigger than our regular space pods, with spacious bedrooms fit for kings; a training area with a gravity regulator that could reach levels of 5000 above planet Vegeta's normal gravity and a myriad of combat programs indispensable for training. He also included three regenerating tanks and the most important of all, a computerized library that contained the history and culture of every single planet ever known to planet Vegeta, the profile of every single Saiyan dead and living alike. Even the profiles of the baby saiyans that were shipped to purge other planets were recorded. Father didn't miss anything, he knew the day would come for the need to escape and save the royal blood of our heritage. He knew the fate of our planet when no one else did"

At this point Fhazha was standing with her arms across her chest and her look had wandered lost in the memories of the past as she gazed at the sky relating the story....

"Unfortunately fate had something else in store for us, for it played a joke on father. He begged Our King to escape, to make use of the spaceship when he knew the time had come, but King Vegeta wouldn't hear of it He outright laughed at father calling him a demented fool and refused to heed his plea. To father's complete horror when he inquired about prince Vegeta's whereabouts, he was told that The Prince had been dispatched in a purging expedition by Frieza himself. Father didn't know what to do and he felt beaten by fate for it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to save his race from extinction. That's when I found him, sprawled crying on the floor and I hugged him and held him for a very long time until he stopped his rambling and took notice of me."

"No! I won't let this happen!" he said determination dripping from his words.
He took hold of my face and forced me to look at him as he said...

"You shall become the Hope of our Saiyan Race Fhazha my daughter, you are strong, powerful and Intelligent, you shall find those scattered in the world, in other galaxies and you shall bring them together. You are to become their Guardian, the Link to their Heritage, their protector and must instill in them the Saiyan Pride. You shall find them all, and you shall find Our Prince for I do not predict his death for now. He is strong like you and he shall survive, and you shall find him and fulfill your destinies. Do you understand Fhazha?" he urgently asked me, forcefully shaking me as he spoke, but he wasn't strong enough to hurt me, not that he ever would....

"Yes Father, I understand perfectly, I shall do as you bid me. I'll find them... I'll find Him..."

"Yes My Daughter! Yes!" and he hugged me for the last time. He took hold of my hand as suddenly pandemonium broke loose. The grounds started shaking violently by an earthquake, buildings were collapsing and explosions of fire were erupting from the bowels of the planet. Something was terribly wrong and I didn't understand what was happening, but father knew and he hurried along the secret corridors of the castle until he reached his private laboratory. Suddenly an iron beam loosened falling from the ceiling directly above us, and I remember stopping it saving father from a certain death. As I threw it away father was trying to open a door that wouldn't budge for the shaking ground had caused it to short circuit...

"Fhazha help me Daughter!"

"And I did, I forced the door open with my two hands, and I found myself in a room that I had never seen before. A barren room that held some sort of strange spaceship unlike anything I had ever seen before. Father didn't give me time to fully appreciate it for he took my hand and punching some digits on the ship's door brought me inside. The earthquakes had become even more violent, and everything was collapsing around us"

"Everything you need to know is here Fhazha, the Ship is self sufficient, it was made to teach you how to operate it. Do not fear I beg you. Just ask it questions and it shall respond to you, I programmed it in such a way. Good Fate be with you My Daughter, know that I shall always have you in my heart regardless of what happens to me, I love you"

"I love you as well Father" but I did not cry, not once did I show him how scared I was. It had been grained in my soul ever since I was born that emotions were a weakness that must never be felt much the less manifested.

"Find them daughter, Find our Prince. Our Race must
prevail..."

"Father, why don't you come with me!"

"My Place is with my fellow Saiyans and my
King...Farewell Fhazha.... Farewell..."

The doors closed and I could see through the clear window my father's sad face and that's when I realized that I would never see him again as the ship arose to the skies away from the crumbling planet. I don't know how Frieza missed my ship, but his minions did not detect me, and so I escaped. My father's prophecy had come true, but he was not able to save The King, but he saved me and he placed upon me the responsibility of assuring that Our Race prevailed by finding those that had survived, and by finding the Prince Of all Saiyans"

Complete silence met with her story; they looked at her with awe, and each one of them thinking about what she had just said. Nodding at Piccolo Fhazha started walking toward Vegeta; he raised a brow wondering about her actions. The rest were actually afraid for her, because it was well known that Vegeta didn't like people getting too close to him, only Bulma had that privilege, and there were times that Vegeta wouldn't even let HER near him.
He didn't think anyone worthy enough of having that privilege, he thought it was effrontery of inferiors to even attempt any type of contact with him. Krillin was about to warn her of these facts, but to his complete surprise Vegeta didn't say anything. They were looking at each other square in the eye for they were of the same height, and to everyone's astonishment, Fhazha kneeled in front of Vegeta and with her right arm across her chest in salutation bowed her head in a humble manner.

This time Vegeta couldn't hide his surprise as he looked down at her. Her glorious mane flowing at both sides of her face all the way to the ground almost touching his feet. He knew that stance; it was the royal salute. A required gesture for subjects when they were in the presence of the monarchy.
It had been years since Vegeta had been treated with such respect. And he felt a peculiar feeling in his gut, having this magnificent creature treating him with such deference was disconcerting. He felt his loins burning again as she kneeled in front him; he felt like grabbing that glorious mane of hers to lose himself in it. Her sweet intoxicating scent permeated his senses. He shook himself mentally, trying to clear his mind, trying to get rid of the sensations she was provoking within him.

"You may rise" he decreed, and she did, piercing him again with those golden pools of hers.

He used his most sardonic smirk, his most condescending attitude as he asked her..."A Saiyan Guardian eh? I used to have one....

"Nappa..I know" she interrupted him before he finished the sentence...

"And how would you know that Guardian?"

"I told you that the ship contains a library with an extensive profile of every Saiyan that ever lived. Our history and that of our ancestors is also recorded. Everything up until the moment Vegeta exploded. I know everything about you up until that moment, but where Is Nappa?"

She asked looking around, wondering where the gigantic Saiyan was...

"He is Dead Guardian, by my hand if you must know" Vegeta told her with a smirk, daring her to question him. Fhazha felt a twinge of curiosity and looked at him quizzically, but refrained from questioning him in front of the rest, it was not her place... At least not for now

"You must have had your reasons" was all she said surprising Vegeta yet again.

"There is something that has me very curious Fhazha...
What did your father mean by finding Vegeta and fulfilling your destiny?" for the first time Tien spoke, bringing Fhazha away from Vegeta's dark gaze. For a moment it seemed as if she hesitated, something that made the Prince frown even deeper.

"Well Guardian? Answer!" Vegeta ordered her

She started at the sharpness of his command and purposely squaring her shoulders nodded.

"Like I told you, I was born an elite. My Power Level was impressive and when I manifested a Higher Level of intelligence I attained a higher status amongst the Saiyans. By then you had already been selected as the future ruler of Vegeta, you had surpassed all your sibling contenders for the throne and had proved yourself to the King. Because Father was so close to him, the King got wind of my potential and was actually very impressed with me. No female Saiyan had ever been born with such a high power level, and he decreed right then and there that it was for the best interest of the Royal House to unite us both in the mating ritual to ensure even more powerful heirs. A union between two Powerful Saiyans could only produce as a result powerful babies and a greater chance that one of them would turn out to be the legendary Super Saiyan"

"What!" everyone cried in unison

"You mean You and Vegeta are...!"

"I think you earthlings call it Betrothed" she answered Krillin smiling at him, not daring to look at Vegeta. Deep down she was afraid that he would reject her. What if her physical appearance displeased him? What if she didn't meet his expectations? What if she was too weak a warrior? The obstacles were many and she was too afraid, and his silence made things even worst. She had longed so much for that moment, she had dreamed of presenting herself to him in many different ways, in many different scenarios, but nothing had prepared her for the real thing...

"But That Can't be! Vegeta has a WIFE!" Yaumcha exclaimed in utter shock

"Silence You Imbecile!" barked Vegeta at him, wishing to blast him to hell

"That just isn't fair! Why does Vegeta get all the beautiful women!"
Asked Krillin annoyed, it seemed he had been contemplating courting the Saiyan Woman himself, so smitten was he...

Fhazha was stunned. She knew what wife meant on planet earth. It meant Vegeta had claimed a mate. But how could that be! Who was this Saiyan female that had survived? She looked at him, disbelief in her eyes, wanting him desperately to deny what the scarred earthling had said, feeling her heart sinking when Vegeta just looked at her with those expressionless eyes and said nothing...

With a trembling voice she asked, not really understanding....

"How? Did another Saiyan survive that I'm not aware of? Who is this Saiyan Female?"

"Bulma is Not A Saiyan, she's Human" said Piccolo, feeling for her plight. Such Pride could only be admired, and he had to admit that in Earth Standards she surpassed what was considered beautiful. He felt for her predicament, her life had been such an odyssey and he could feel the pain in her soul, the anguish that was consuming her in the uncertainty of the situation. Yet he had to admire her for she was strong and didn't show any of that pain. She and Vegeta were very much alike, the difference he was able to tell, is that she was noble and pure hearted like Goku, yet ruthless if need be as she had demonstrated it with the way she had obliterated the aliens. Honor and ruthlessness, a fascinating combination indeed.

Her Shock at Piccolo's words was like a slap to Vegeta's pride. She sucked in her breath at what Piccolo had said, her eyes widen at the horror of what it meant and Vegeta looked away, he couldn't withstand the accusation, because she was right to feel that way...she was fucking right to look horrified...

"No....no....You mean to tell me that you mated with...an... earthling? You...." she clenched her fists as the rage was overtaking her, she couldn't believe the folly of what he had done...

"You Dared to Blemish the Purity of Your Blood with an Inferior Being!"

"Hey Wait a Minute!" cried Yaumcha, taking exception to her words...

"Shut Up Yaumcha! I think is better if we leave, this does not pertain to us anymore" Piccolo decreed and Goku nodded

"Let's go Gohan! Fhazha, You are welcome to stay in my home, whenever you are ready just follow my Ki"...and with that he left, taking one last look at Vegeta, for he only stood there without saying anything. This situation Goku realized with a rare shot of insight, was getting too complicated.

"Dared you?" she asked one more time, but she couldn't stand seeing him there and she had to look away. She would not allow herself to lose control; he was her king and deserved her outmost respect...

"Damn You!" she almost choked on the words, the significance of an union with such an inferior race...

"I don't think I have to explain myself to you Guardian. The decisions that I make are mine and I certainly do not need anyone's approval, much the less yours"

"No you don't, but I never expected you to lower yourself to such level..."
She couldn't help laughing bitterly at the sorry situation she found herself in...

" I had enumerated every single type of obstacle, every conceivable scenario of why you might reject me, but never would I ever have envisioned this. The Royal Line of Vegeta besmirched forever by the lowly blood of an earthling. I asume you have procreated with this Female? Yes of course you have! Saiyan Males are very potent." She passed her hands through her hair, the only sign of her agitation, only the tip of the iceberg of her frustration.

"For the Blood of Vegeta! To think my mission would end up so wrong. Everything was for nothing! There's no hope for the Saiyans anymore, what kind of Race can such an unbalanced union produce?"

"Your Failure is Not My Problem Guardian. How foolish of you to even consider I would accept your father's vision. Do I look like I care what happens to Our Race?" His words were mocking, and his smirk was just too much to bear...
She bowed her head in defeat, and that stirred in him emotions he didn't want to dwell upon. He didn't like at all what he was feeling, and he became even more resolved to show her who was in charge here...

"No, you don't look like you care and you are right. I was too naïve to expect anything from you. But you see I hoped you would remember... I...hoped you..... Never mind... It doesn't matter any longer. I was born to be your mate! The moment King Vegeta announced our betrothal I became Yours. I belonged to you, I was raised to be Yours, To procreate our Race and make it strong again, and that is all I have ever known, I just never expected...this...I must go..."

"And where will you go now" he didn't want to ask but he couldn't stop himself, for a moment he had felt a twinge of fear at the thought of her leaving

"To My Ship...what was meant to be Your ship, what has been my home all my life. Is not far from here. I... I don't know what I shall do. I cannot leave, I'm still Your Guardian if not your...I still have a duty to the remaining living Saiyans...I don't know" "Sire..."

She bowed her head asking permission to leave his presence and again such a deferential gesture took him by surprise. It made him feel proud and a greater respect for her, for even after he had dealt her with such a blow, even when she was enraged with him and he knew she must be very much so, she still treated him as her Prince. Vegeta Nodded his consent and she took off to the skies. He stood there for a very long time gazing at her retreating silhouette until he couldn't see her any more. He felt confused and helpless at such an unlikely and complicated situation. He didn't know how to feel. He was confused and angry with her for putting him in that position. He had felt elation when she had announced they were betrothed. He felt pure male pride and satisfaction at that knowledge for she was surely the most stunning creature he had ever seen, and a Prince such as himself didn't deserve anything less than pure perfection. Not only was she a powerful Warrior, but she also possessed a superior intelligence. His father had indeed chosen well, as a matter of fact he couldn't have done better. But his elation became flat the moment he realized he wasn't free to claim her, he had indeed mated with Bulma and had a son with her. He cared for Bulma; the woman was loyal and had withstood his unpredictable moods constantly. She was beautiful and smart, what he had thought good enough under the circumstances since there had been no Saiyan females left he had to think of his Legacy, because contrary to what he had made Fhazha believe, Vegeta did care about the survival of his race. It had been his priority since day one. It was one of the reasons why he didn't seek to destroy Kakarrot, and he had indeed accepted the fact that a half-breed brat was better than no brat at all.

One way or the other he had to ensure that his mark was left upon the world, and he had resigned himself to a life on earth with Bulma as his mate. That is until today, until he had laid eyes on that Saiyan Goddess. His loins had been reacting to her all the time. The sight of her perfection had created such havoc in his body that for a moment he thought he would give his feelings away. His hardened member had pulsated every time he looked at her. Her golden eyes had made him want to lose himself in her, wondering what color they would turn to in passion... and she was his. She had been born to be his and no other, yet he could do nothing about it for he had already claimed someone else, and Saiyans might be ruthless, but they were a loyal bunch and Vegeta felt trapped. He didn't think he could be near her and not claim her as was his right. And for the first time in his life Vegeta felt uncertain.

"God damn her for disrupting my life!"