Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Death of a King ( Chapter 7 )

Lost on A Dream Afar…

By Crazy Chi Chi

A/N: W00t! Once again I welcome you to this chapter… Lets go over some serious things. In this chapter, there will be lemon - content in some variation of levels. Hope you enjoy, BTW: Not suitable for kiddies!

Chapter 7

TheDeath of a King

"What do you mean?" he stared at her, stunned. "What did I do?" Then it hit him, Oh shit… Looking down solemnly he muttered, "I'm sorry…"

"Well you did warn me!" Bulma explained, tearing off more tape. "And this is what I'm doing!" She wrapped another piece around him.

"Stop that!" Vegeta sighed, looking up at her beautiful face. "You do know you'll fail." With a simple flare of Ki, he burst from the holdings laughing.

Wide eyed, she backed away. I forgot about that, Bulma couldn't believe it! From the fittings he had burst forth, and now he stood, looking down at her; a smirk on his surly face. "oops, there goes the duck tape, now what will I do?"

"Don't tempt me, onna." He growled, pushing past her. "I warned you before, and I'll warn you again! Don't tempt me!"

Sitting there at the consoles, Vegeta typed in a hurried fashion. He had been looking for his home world, searching for its coordinates throughout interstellar space. Finally slumping he sighed with disbelief. No wonder I never paid attention to space navigation studies. I'm practically cruising to nowhere!

Then it happened! The console began to beep in a steady tone, as if someone was contacting it. Flipping his hands over buttons and switches, Vegeta managed to press the right one, and the ship's radio came to life.

"…Unidentified ship, please respond, unidentified…" spoke the voice.

Jumping to the microphone, Vegeta grinned. "This is Saiya, Vegeta no Ouji! Who is this?"

"Ahh…" spoke the voice, as if it was actually interested. "Vegeta sama, we have been expecting you."

"Me?" He frowned. "Who is this?"

"This is the ship scavenger, which you may recognize its name, sire."

My father's ship! Vegeta's mind screamed. My father! Is he alive? Turning to the console, he spoke, "Can we dock? I request permission to dock!"

"Yes, sire."

Grinning, he made his way down the stairs to where Bulma's room. Pounding on the door, he heard her yell something.

"Get out here! I have news!" he scrowled, pounding on the door again. "Come out and hurry!"

"Yes?" She peeked out, her hair cascading down her shoulders, smiling, she opened it all the way, watching his every action.

"My Father's ship is docking with us." He stated, crossing his arms. "I need you to prepare me for meeting my Father."

"You think I am a maid or something!" She exclaimed. "Look at me! I'm not even wearing any decent clothes! " It was true, she was in sweats like he was. Somehow her father had packed the ship with sweats of every color and arrangement. "Find someone else to groom you Vegeta!"

"Fine! But I wanted to go over atleast a few things in etiquette for you, Bulma."

Oh my Kami! She thought he actually called me by my name! He must be serious! Crossing her arms herself she smiled. "Fine, lets get ready then!"

15 minutes later Bulma had her hair pulled back and face washed. Meanwhile Vegeta was in the same state, his hair up like it always was. Looking at each other, they could tell that for the state they were in, this was as dressed up for the occasion.

"Now, when we board, stay close to me." Stated Vegeta, continuing. "Don't you dare think of looking anyone in the eyes. Females are regarded as lower class unlike that of Chikyu's customs. Okay?"

"Okay," She nodded, smiling. "I can't wait to see others of your species!"

"Sure…whatever…" He commented walking for the hatch, already he could hear the computer count off till it was safe to exit the ship. With bulma following right behind, he reached the hatch as the computer chimed.

"Here we go."

Slowly, almost painfully the hatch opened, revealing the innards of a ship far more extravagant than the ship Vegeta had spent what felt like only hours, or a day.

Several Saiya-jins were posted as the guard of honor; others rolled out a red carpet, its path directed towards a vast corridor beyond. Stepping down, Vegeta turned towards the guards, frowning. Bulma climbed down, close behind.

Finally reaching the floor, Bulma turned and gasped. Everything was so beautiful, so elaborate in design. Dragons and alien beast loomed on the mural on the ceiling. Looking further, she could see gaurds lined up in their respective manner, all tall and muscular - and hairy too.

Eww… She commented mentally, These guys smell! Eyeing Vegeta, she noticed that his tail was coiled tightly against his mid-section, not like the relaxed former.

The head of the guards looked up at the no Ouji, saluting. The salute was like that of the Chikyu's Roman Empire; the fist quick to the chest in a horizontal fashion. Clearing his throat he spoke. "Vegeta - sama, I'm sure you have heard of the extrapolative situation on Vegeta-sei. Your Father has been poisoned and lies in his quarters with Vegeta's finest doctors.

"We are greatful for your return, Vegeta - sama. " Bowing the guard removed himself to the side. Nodding affirmatively, he turned towards the guards, frowning once more.

He's only 13 and these guys are bowing to him! Bulma was shocked. So he really is a prince? Not understanding a single word the guard had spoken, she assumed that they were welcoming Vegeta to this alien ship.

"I need a translating device for the girl." He spoke abruptly, not pausing to breathe. "She is my captive and will be treated with respect." Grabbing her by forcefully by the hand, Vegeta growled, barely audible.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, practically being dragged down the corridor. Looking around wildly, she couldn't believe that she was being treated with such brute force. "Vegeta, let me go!"

"Silence." He said as the other Saiya-jins looked on, watching their every move with consideration of the boy who was destined to become King. Looking down at her, he began to growl again. "Stop looking," He whispered harshly.

Cruising down the corridor as if it were home, Vegeta was followed quickly by the head guard. "Sire," he began, staring down at Bulma. "Would you like the usual commendations?"

"Clothes, please." Stated Vegeta in Saiyago. "And a room for the girl."

"Aye, sire."

An hour later, Vegeta was in his own room, dressed in his usual royal attire, cape and all, sitting in a chair, pondering the last few weeks. I must seek out my father, He spoke mentally to himself, and He'll know what to do about Freeza...

There was an abrupt knock at the door and to Vegeta's interest, one of the guards came in, saltuing. "My Prince you are summoned.'

"Okay." He replied, "Lead the way."

Bulma was aghast, to say the least. Her room was richly colored and decorated, frames of dragons and other wonders of the universe were plastered sparingly. The dragon must be a symbol for the Saiya-jins… She mused, crossing the room. Now lets see what I got here…

Walking over to the dresser, she opened the top and gasped in delight. In the drawer was more jewelry than she could count. Looking through it, she smiled at the beautiful tiara upon a velvet box. This is so awesome!

Opening the rest, she found an array of dresses and clothing. Her favorite was the ruby colored gown, which on her would go down to her feet and beyond. Maybe they'll hem it for me…

And yet she felt a prang of guilt. All her life she had devoted herself to the advancement of technology for her home world, and now she was agape with the advancements of the Saiya-jins - inventions, which she could never achieve in a lifetime or two. Her dad, oh did she want to tell him of the wonders and designs of a people so brutal in nature. He'd never understand this… sighing sadly, Bulma tossed her self on the bed, still in her green sweats. Daddy, if you could only see…

Would she ever see him again? Doubting it significantly, Bulma stared upwards. Across a galazy, she knew the chances were slim to none. Refocusing her mind, she questioned the words of Vegeta. If only I had a translator then, oh I wish I knew what he said!

There was a knock at the door and to Bulma's surprise a young woman walked in, undoubtedly Saiya-jin. Wow! She's so pretty!

The woman bowed, a scouter on her ear and dressed in the attire of the other Saiya-jins, she began to speak, the scouter obviously translating. "My name is Mamu. I will be your guardian as the Prince has requested of me.'

"You're a servant?" Bulma asked, curious.

"Something of the like." Mamu replied smiling.

"Well, that's nice. Where's Vegeta?" she questioned , twirling a piece of her hair. "Cause I owe him a slap or two."

" Vegeta-sama?" Wide eyed, Mamu walked over to Bulma, offering a hand. "You need to show more respest to the no Ouji, miss."

"Respect, my ass!" exclaimed Bulma taking the hand. "He's a spoiled introverted bastard with no common sense. Frankly he's reckless!"

"Please don't talk like that. I do not know your customs however our customs demand respect, which you should abide by."

"Tsk!" Bulma walked over to the dresser, pulling out one of the drawers. "Whose clothes are these?"

"They were that of the late Queen." Stated Mamu walking over. "She had a small frame like your own; quite the fighter too."

"Late? Queen?" Bulma stood there. "How did she die?"

"Childbirth." Sighed the Saiya-jin. "There are a high percentage of fatalities in our realm."

"Probably it was Veggie's head…" Muttered the beautiful genius, shrugging.

Walking into his father's chambers, Vegeta no Ouji was aghast at the sight of the King's state. Hooked up to cables and an IV, his father was breathing raggedly.

Approaching the King's bedside, Vegeta took his hand, whispering. "Father, I have returned. Who did this to you?"

There was a groan, and the no Ou stirred, opening his eyes. "Vegeta, my son…"

"Stay still, save your strength. "The No Ouji murmured, caressing his Tousan's hand. "What happened?"

"It was Freeza…" gasped the King, reaching out for his son. "We should have never held relations with the Ice-jin empire. Never. Your mother had tried to sway me from them, and I resent it to this day that I didn't listen to her. "

"Father, you didn't know then-"

"I did know." Croaked King Vegeta, struggling to breathe. "That was my downfall, and I cannot stress how it shall not be your own."

Staring into his father eyes, he watched slowly as his father's energy signature began to fade softly. "Tousan!" Yelled Vegeta, "NO!"

Another rose faded into inexistence…

A/N: Wow! What a great chapter, and whew, I'm famished… Sitting here I can only ponder what is going on in this fic and how much you're going to like the twists in the upcoming chapters!