Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Mark Of Destiny ❯ From the land of ice ( Chapter 2 )

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Mark Of Destiny

Chapter Two: ...From the land of Ice...

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A large ship could be seen entering Vegeta-sei's atmosphere, heading for the docking port on the planet below.. Banners waved majestically in the breeze, lending a sort of proud beauty to the blood red planet. Thousands of guards, peasants, and the entire royal family were gather around where the ship was to land, some wearing scowls, some wearing frowns, and some looking on with a sort of anxious fear.

The ship landed then, sending a collective murmur through the population.

A creature with a short, sleek, white body emerged from the ship, surrounded by guards. He licked his large purple lips hungrily as he walked down the long red carpet that was drawn out before him.

"King Vegeta!" The tyrant spoke, his voice high and shrill, "How are you?"

"Very well, Lord Frieza." Vegeta's father replied, his cape billowing behind him in the breeze. "I assume you remember my son, Vegeta."

"My my my.. How he's grown. Tell me, Vegeta, when are you going to finally come work for me?"

Vegeta swallowed the bile that rose into his throat at the question, and replied with a mere "Perhaps one day, my Lord."

Frieza chuckled at the boy before turning back to the king. "King Vegeta, I must say, I'm rather anxious about this festival you've arranged. Saiyans are quite well known for their parties, and I can't wait to see what all the fuss is about."

"Well, Lord Frieza, if you'd like, I can show you to your quarters where you can freshen up a bit it you'd like."

"Very well." The lizard replied as he licked his lips again.

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When Bulma arrived at the festival, the party was already well in motion. Sari had told her to speak with one of the Elite soldiers, that they would tell her where she was to wait until called upon. The Elites, she was told, would be recognizable by the large Falcon on the breast plate of their armor. So, the first thing Bulma did was start examining Saiyans for Falcons on their armor. It didn't take her long to realize, however, that nearly ever man present was an Elite soldier, so she soon became overwhelmed as to which one to ask. A moment later, though, a tap on her shoulder sent her whirling around, only to come face to face with none other than Raditz.

"May I ask your name and rank, my lady?" He spoke softly, and it was all Bulma could do not to burst into a fit of laughter.

"My name, sir, is Bulma Briefs, as for my rank, I have none." She replied, obviously pleased in the fact that she'd not been recognized.

"Miss Briefs? Well now, I must say THIS is a surprise." He spoke, before allowing his eyes to trail over her tiny body. The top of her dress was actually a blood red corset which exposed the tops of her two ample, milky white, breasts. He lowered his eyes then to her small waist, marveling in the fact that if he were to place his hands upon it, they would fit nearly completely around. The skirt of her dress was the same blood red color with small diamond like crystals woven into the shimmering fabric. Her feet were completely hidden from view, but Raditz didn't seem to mind, his eyes had trailed back up her body to her face, which struck him as more beautiful than the rest of her. With Crystalline blue eyes, and hair to match, she was obviously one of the greater beauties of her planet, despite the statements made when she'd been taken off of the ship.

"Sir? I'm not sure if you can help me, but I'm really not sure as to where I'm supposed to be." She spoke after a moment of his heated stares.

"Hmm? Oh, yes.. This way." He stated as he led her across the room to a long table off to the side. There, he introduced her to Kyra, manager of the harems.

"Ah, you must be Bulma", the woman spoke, her voice containing the same familiar ringing that she'd heard earlier from Sari's.

"I am. And I'm a tad bit embarrassed to say that I have no idea what I'm doing."

Kyra merely chuckled, before shooing Raditz away and taking Bulma by the hand. "Don't be embarrassed. No one here knew what to expect when they arrived, and I dare say that no one can ever tell them what's to happen. For some, as I'm sure you've already heard, they're killed before the morning. But those are amateurs, people who've never engaged in sexual activities before."

Bulma gulped.

"Oh dear. I was assuming from your beauty and the way you carried yourself that you'd...been with a man..." Kyra answered, obviously a tad more worried than she had been before.

"No ma'am.. I never have."

"How old are you, Bulma? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

"Seventeen tomorrow." She replied, sadly.

"Bulma, my advice to you four hours ago would have been to ask for death. But since you did not, all I can do is show you the ropes, and tell you what's expected of you. I wish I could offer more." Kyra replied before taking the girl by the hand and pulling her to the corner of the room.

"If any man propositions you, you can either take the proposition, or refuse. But, if you refuse, know this.. You should always pray that a stronger man comes along. Because I guarantee you that if you refuse, they're going to try to kill you."

"What good would it do to find a stronger one? I seriously doubt if any Saiyan would fight over a whore." She spoke bitterly, before realizing that the woman beside her was a concubine as well. Bulma tried to apologize, but was quickly silenced by Kyra's finger to her lips.

"It makes no matter, Bulma. I've been called worse, and I'm still here. As for a Saiyan fighting for a whore, it does, actually, happen. Not always, mind you, so don't get to comfortable with that idea. But sometimes. Saiyans are very protective over what they feel is theirs, and even if you're a whore, for that night, you're THEIR whore."

Bulma nodded in understanding, though she suddenly felt sick at the thought of being a Saiyan whore, even for one night.

Kyra noticed this, but made no comment. There was no time to baby the girl. She'd knowingly lived, even when she knew what life meant. The rest was up to her. "Saiyans are by no means gentle creatures, with exception of a few, and their sex life is no exception. They're, as a rule, very dominant creatures, so my best advice to you is do as they tell you, and do it quickly."

"I hope I can do that." Bulma replied honestly, before taking a seat in a nearby chair. Kyra followed closely behind her.

"Don't let it worry you, Bulma, I'm sure you'll do fine. for now, let's just concentrate on keeping your mind OFF of everything else, ok?"

"Consider it done." She replied with a laugh.

"Do you have any questions about anything? Anything at all?"

"Nothing really. I don't actually know anything about this place, or anything like that. Care to fill me in?"

"Basically all I know I've told you. The Saiyans have lived here for all of time, each generation's hatred and intelligence flourishing more than the last. There is a legend in the Saiyan Kingdom that one of royal blood will glow golden and banish the planet's fears for all eternity. But legends says that can only be accomplished by one with pure blood, and an impure heart."

"Prince Vegeta." Bulma muttered softly, obviously catching the woman off guard.

"Yes, but how did you..."

"No, I mean Prince Vegeta." She replied as she clamored to her feet. Kyra followed her. rather quickly, and glanced around to see none other than Prince Vegeta walking toward them. He was about four feet away, when Nappa ran up to him suddenly, spoke something into his ear, and they both headed the opposite direction, a look of concern on their faces.

"Well, I must say, that's odd.. Oh well, whatever it is, it's out of our hands." Kyra said as she seated herself again, and picked up her tale again. "As I'm sure you figured out, the people expect this Super Saiyan to be Prince Vegeta, but there is also another legend that involves him, one that's even more confusing that the last."

"And that is?"

"Probably an old wives tale, and nothing you need to concern yourself over."

"Come on! Tell me! Besides, look at it this way, I won't be able to tell anyone."

"And why, pray tell, is that?"

"Because I'll be dead tomorrow, remember?" Bulma replied, for some reason, with a smile.

"Oh yes, well, that's true. Fine, but if you DO happen to live, don't tell a soul... Only selected people are

supposed to know about this."

"And just how do YOU know?"

"Let's just say, I slept with the King." She replied with a grin, then continued on. "There's supposedly an ancient riddle speaking of Prince Vegeta. It's a poem, so forgive me if it takes me a moment to remember.. I'm horrible with poetry."

"From out of the darkness

From the land of Ice

Two hearts will be bound by the

Fortress of light

Two worlds will shake

two worlds will fall

And then will come one

To rule them all

The wars must be won

The playing fields leveled

By love's sacrifice

In the arms of the devil

A sacrifice made

For the dark Prince's life

To live in a world without worry or strife

But the day will come that the devil will see

He's captured the Mark of Destiny

And the law of the world will give way to old

For the warrior burning with the fire of gold."

"That's more than a tad bit eerie," Bulma mumbled once Kyra had finished speaking.

"Tell me about it. I can't blame the guy for having issues." Kyra replied, before glancing at her watch, and climbing to her feet. "Gah! Quickly! We've sat here for so long that I've yet to check on the other girls!" She cried as she drug Bulma behind her.

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"Vegeta!" The King called to his son just as he rushed into the room. "I've just received word from Lord Frieza that he's ordering a purge on Planet Namek."

"And that has what to do with me?"

"He's ordering that you head it."

"He's ordering that I WHAT?"

"Ah yes, I knew you'd be thrilled." The king replied, before standing from his throne. "I don't really know what to tell you. You can, of course, refuse to go.. But as for what that might mean, I'm not sure. I doubt highly if Lord Frieza would just forgive you such a thing."

"I do more than doubt it.. I know it. I'll head the mission.. But how many of our men are going?" Vegeta asked warily.

"You're actually allowed to take whomever you'd like.. Elites and whatnot.. But I'd be careful.. There's no telling what that creature's up to. Take only those men that you know you can trust, and nothing more."

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Just as Bulma and Kyra made it back to their table, the trumpets began sounding, and a large, lizard-like man made his way up the red carpet and toward a large throne at the center of the room.

"That's Lord Frieza." Kyra whispered quietly.

"Scary." Bulma replied, equally hushed.

"People of Vegeta-sei," The tyrant spoke, his voice high pitched but terrifying all at once, "As I'm sure you know, this festival is to mark the beginning of what I hope will be a long and prosperous relationship between the Saiyans and the Ice-jins.."

"The land of ice." Bulma gasped, earning her a heated glare from Kyra.

"Shhh... He'll have your head if he hears you." Kyra snapped, before turning her attention back to the lizard.

"I'm well aware that some of you have some doubts about the peace treaty signed by the King, and this is something I Do Not want. So, to set aside some of the fears you might be having, I've asked Prince Vegeta himself to man the next purging mission, headed for Planet Namek."

There were several gasps, multiple oohs and ahs, and a few hushed whispers within the population, all things that the tyrant had obviously hoped for, if the large grin on his face showed anything of his demeanor.

The trumpets sounded again, but this time, everyone bowed to their King and Prince as they walked down the carpet and toward Lord Frieza.

"Ah, Vegeta... I was just telling the people of your acceptance of my offer." The lizard spoke with a smile upon his face.

"Were you? Well, since you've already told them, I suppose there's nothing more for me to say." Vegeta spat, his voice dripping with unchecked malice.

"Careful, little prince." Frieza whispered to Vegeta as he passed, and the eighteen year old heir to the throne could not help but shiver slightly.

"Why does Vegeta look so frightened around him?" Bulma whispered to her new found friend, who merely shrugged in reply.

"To be honest, no one knows." It's possible perhaps that even Vegeta doesn't know of the prophecy pertaining to him. I'm really not sure. But, if Frieza's done, then we should mill around the floor a bit. The people will be dispersing soon, and unless you want what's left over, it's best to find someone quickly."

Bulma merely nodded her head and followed Kyra and the other girls onto the floor to mingle with the guards. She trailed behind Kyra for as long as she could until she lost sight of her, before heading off in her own direction. She couldn't help but laugh to herself at the thought that she was actually to pick the person that would ultimately kill her.. Sort of a morbid sense of humor, perhaps.. But it was all she had, and it was something she was intent on holding onto. She glanced around the room for a moment, trying to decide which direction to go in, when she sighed, and just closed her eyes and started walking.

And promptly bumped into an elite guard.

"Oh, Kami.. I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean.." She began, before being cut off by a finger to her lips.

"Calm down, I don't think I'll be killing you for that." A familiar voice replied, and she looked up, directly into the dark eyes of Raditz.

"Oh, it's you.. Boy am I glad too.. That could've been a rather nasty situation, huh?" She rambled, unobservant to the fact that Raditz's eyes were once again roaming over her small form.

"Tell me, Bulma.. Are you accompanying anyone to their chambers this evening?" He spoke, obviously catching her off guard.

"Uh, um.. well, uh.. no.. But uh, I'm working on it.. I think.. I... um.. hi." She stuttered, her face flushed.

"Well then, would you do me the honor of letting me fill that place? I may not be the most attractive man here, but I can assure you, I'm a hundred times less violent.. In the bedroom, at least." He replied with a wink, and an extended arm.

"Um... ok..." She answered breathlessly, the situation having been entirely different than she had expected. "Uh, am I supposed to do anything before we leave?" She asked quietly, obviously embarrassed by her lack of knowledge in the matter.

"Nothing much.. I do, however, believe you're supposed to tell Kyra so she can mark you off of her list." He replied softly, before leading her in the general direction that Kyra stood. He led her only halfway, however, allowing her to walk the rest of the way on her own, should she need anytime to say something personal. Which she did.

"Um, Kyra.. I think you're supposed to take me off of your list or something like that." Bulma whispered meekly into Kyra's ear.

"What? Already? Are you sure you don't want to wait around to see if someone better comes along?" Kyra asked, thoroughly astounded.

"Well, I'll ask your opinion, I suppose.. what do YOU think I should do?"

"Well, who is it that propositioned you? Do you know his name or rank, or anything of the sort."

"All I know is his name is Raditz.. And he's an Elite, because he has a falcon on his armor."

"Raditz propositioned you? Kami... do you know how long it's been since RADITZ came to the harem girls? He's a man of VERY strict tastes.. But I spoke of him earlier when I said that some Saiyans were gentle men... Bulma, dearest, I do believe you've lucked out this time. Fate has smiled on you, it seems."

Bulma smiled happily for basically the first time that night, before walking back to Raditz, and exiting the room with him, unaware that the eyes of the Prince, and Lord Frieza were firmly locked on her retreating backside.

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