Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Memories & Revenge ❯ Dreams & Memories... ( Chapter 6 )

Memories & Revenge

Chapter 6

As the young girl ran down the long corridor, she let out little huffs, in her arms she tightly clutched a new holo-camera. Cauli pumped her muscled legs as fast she could, she was supposed to be with her new Educator, Beetsu, but she hated him and thought what he did in the Saiyajin Empire was useless. If he could teach her to how to increase her power rating then, maybe she would pay attention to what he had to say instead planning ways to escape his sharp eye. But until then she was going to try and make it to Oniisama's training room.

She flew around one corner and collided with one of the ubiquitous nobles that seem to populate the palace. She stood up and brushed her dress and made sure her holo-cam was undamaged. Seeing that it was unharmed she was turned to the noble, "You should watch where you're going. I'll await your apology."

The tall Saiyan noble raised an ebony eyebrow at the tone the urchin dared to use with him. Looking down at the bratty girl he could discern from the way she was heavily breathing she had been running from something or someone. She looked too well dressed to be a slave, but then again the ruling family abhorred stench, so she must be something. The girl was looking at him with blue eyes. She must be a half-breed servant. He glanced down to the holo-camera she held in her hands. She kept looking behind herself. He lifted a suspicious eyebrow, she must have stolen the camera, and it was an expensive piece that could fetch quite a large sum. "Brat," said the noble as he looked down at her. "Give me the holo-cam and I won't turn you over. Just make sure this doesn't happen again."

Cauli turned from glancing behind her to see if the guards had been alerted to her truancy. "W-What did you just say?" she demanded as she pierced the noble with an ice blue stare. "I do not believe that sounded like an apology for running me down."

The nobles frown deepened. "You impudent little servant, and here I was going to graciously help you. I may be new to the palace, but I do know that stealing from the royal family is punishable by death."

"Then you also know that disrespecting a royal is also punishable by death," said a soft masculine voice from behind the young noble. "You do know that, right."

Cauli squealed with delight as she recognized the soft voice. "Oniisama."

The noble whirled around shaken by the voice and the fact that he'd been completely caught off-guard by not hearing the footfalls on the marble floor, while he chastised a servant. "Yes, I do know that…your highness," said the noble as he watched the small prince venture further in the light from the darkened shadows.

"That's good," said Prince Vegeta. "I would like to believe that your lack of proper decorum steams from not knowing that the female in front of you is Princess Cauliflower, and not a servant in my Father's house."

The noble bowed low, "I humbly beg your forgiveness, Prince Vegeta. I was not aware that she was Princess Cauliflower. Please, forgive my ignorance."

Vegeta smirked. He hated nobles they were a slimy bunch always coming to the palace trying to seek favor with his father to better their troupe. "The apology is not owed to me, but to Cauli-chan." The young noble lifted his head and turned to the smirking young saiyan female. "But," called Vegeta from behind him. "If she doesn't like your apology…you die."

The noble blanched at the prince's words. He bowed to the blue-eyed princess. "I humbly offer not only this apology, but my life to you Princess Cauliflower. I was not aware that you were of royal descent, when I so carelessly accosted you a few minutes beforehand. I realize not knowing you as the royal princess is no excuse for the brash rudeness I displayed. As one of nobility I should have recognized your superior breeding to my own the minute I saw you, instead of stupidly and inaccurately identifying you as a low-born servant. Please accept this unworthy Saiyajin's apology--and if it should please you my life."

Cauli blinked wide eyes. That was the longest most drawn out apology that she'd ever been given. She expected a small, 'Sorry forgive me,' apology that he'd tossed to her brother. Not the long monologue. She shook her head. Nobles were weird. "Rise…" she bit her lip. What did he call himself. "What are you called?"

"Kale," he answered promptly.

"Rise, Kale before me," she gently touched his shoulder as he stood up. "I will not accept--" she saw him tense up. "--your life, however, I will accept your apology young Kale." He was breathing easier now. "But do not let this happen again. For next time you will die. You are dismissed."

He swept a bow to both Cauli and Vegeta before he hurried on his way. He did not want to anger the short-tempered prince again.

"That was the longest damn apology I've ever heard," said Cauli as she moved next to Vegeta. "I didn't think he'd ever shut-up. I should have had you kill him."

"Yes you should have," said Vegeta as he proffered his arm for her. "But his apology wasn't that long. I've heard longer when I sit in the throne room with Otousama and Lord Frieza." He looked behind him where the noble disappeared. "Kale will not last long here."

They started to walk down the hall, but Cauli had withdrawn and became quiet. She hated any mention of Frieza. Because of him she'd been separated from her brother for two years, for some 'specialized' training Frieza was putting him through. Watching her beloved brother leave had been the hardest thing for her. She'd refused to eat for the first two weeks that he'd been gone. Her Okasama, and Lady Mother had been worried that she would fade away, before Vegeta could come back. Only them telling her how disappointed Vegeta would be when he returned to find her dead got her to eat…and to live. She glanced up at his profile. He had the long swept up hair like Papa, and his round chubby face that she use to kiss as a child had disappeared under hard angular lines. He was quite handsome, and his fighting physique had filled out too. The only thing is…he hadn't gotten that much taller than when she saw him last. But he still had a few years before he reached his maturity. She sighed. She just hoped Lord Frieza would leave him alone, but she knew, deep down she knew, that Frieza never intended on leaving her brother alone.

Vegeta eyed her as they walked down another corridor, he paid no notice to the guards Nappa and Radditz, they picked up a down another hallway. Instead he listened to her deafening silence and heavy sighs. "What's wrong," he finally asked, her unceremonious silence was getting to him. "Would you rather not accompany me to my training room? That is where you were headed, right?"

"Wha-What," said Cauli as she pulled herself from on her own musings. "Yes, I was just thinking…that's all."

"Just thinking," said Vegeta. "I guess it must be hard for you as you seemed to delight in skipping your lessons. So, I guess that would account for the sighing that I heard. If you persist in avoiding your classes Cauli-chan then it will get harder to think later on. But again with your mixed-blood…trouble thinking could have been there from the start."

"Bastard," chuckled Cauli as her veil of blue funk lifted. "I do not always skip my lessons. Besides you are one to talk, what about the many times you skipped classes or killed your Educators?" She unwrapped her tail and smacked him in the back with it as hard as she could. "And I'm not a disgusting half-breed! I'm totally pure! My blue-eyes are sign of superior breeding!" She jerked her arm loose and launched herself at Vegeta.

"Sure," said a laughing Vegeta as he collapsed against the wall under her onslaught of fist and voice. "Your showing your 'superior breeding' now." He laughed again at his own joke. He only teased her to get her out of the depressed mood he could feel coming up on her. It was good to hear her laugh again, those years he'd been without her laughter had taken larger toll on his emotions than he could believe to happen. He missed his sister and the constant trouble she brought with her. He missed looking around and finding her snapping photographs of him constantly. Most of all he missed being with her. The two years he'd spent with Frieza had indeed made him stronger, but also made him realize how attached he'd become to his sister.

Cauli stopped her yelling and hitting as she glanced at her brother laughing. It had been a long time since she'd seen him do that with such raw feelings…and with such abandon. She picked up her holo-camera and snapped his picture. "Oniisama," said Cauli as he smiled and posed for her next picture. "I missed you very much."

"Of course you did," Vegeta replied arrogantly. "The son of Vegetasei is missed by all."

She smiled at him. "Yes, you are." Cauli smiled as she finally noticed the shocked expressions on both of their royal guardsmen. "I think we should go to your training room."

"Fine," snorted Vegeta as he too had seen the shocked looks and sharp frowns from Nappa and Radditz. He took her arm again. "I've been working on a new attack, its called Big Bang."

"Really," said Cauli gazing up at him with wide eyes. "I would love to get a shot of you doing it for my hukommelseseske. It has grown while you were away, but I can never have too many pictures of you Oniisama."

Vegeta shook his head in wondrous awe. He'd never felt such warmth until he was around her, even the emotions he got from his mother faded to second when he was around Cauli. He looked down at her eager face as she smiled up at him. "I like your blue-eyes," he whispered to her before he turned his head and palmed opened the doorway to his training room. "I love you," he whispered even quieter than his last statement.

Without missing a beat Cauli laid her head on his shoulder as they walked into the room, where he would begin his afternoon training. And maybe get strong enough that Frieza wouldn't have to take him away for more 'special training.' "I love you too."

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Alle sat propped up in bed swirling the dark wine in his glass as he stared at the opposite wall. He'd received a transmission from his fiancée, Benz, the delegation that he put together to help fund his war on Vegeta, had decided to follow him here. Until such time they didn't want him to move against Vegeta. So, he had to sit in his ship and wait. He knew that it was all King Aoi's fault, the other delegates were more than happy to let him kill Vegeta. For some reason Aoi didn't trust him to kill Vegeta, little did that water maggot know, Vegeta would never escape him. Not killing Vegeta wasn't in his vocabulary.

Alle reached up and pulled a thick golden rope it pulled back a blue curtain over a long picture. "Right, Oneesama." He looked up at the smiling portrait of his sister painted just weeks before her ill-fated meeting with Vegeta. His gaze turned fondly as he recalled her constant mischievous smile of hers. She looked so dainty and frail in her white gown tied in little knots at her shoulder, with only the barest hint of her maiden blue sash, that she'd just traded for a purple scarf, when Vegeta… "We're going to have our revenge against that bastard." He lifted the glass and drained it. A small tear slipped down. "I'll have our revenge."

"I miss you Oneesama. If only that bastard, Vegeta hadn't come into our lives." He wiped at the tears that poured over his cheeks, "I wish I could have protected you." In his mind's eye flashed a picture of his sister's broken body laying on her lavender and powder blue bed. Blood slowly spread out across her cherished blanket. Her stomach had been ripped open and a ki blast was through her heart. But worst of all standing over her was Vegeta covered in blood. His once best friend had murdered his vivacious sister.

"No, I don't want to remember you that way, Persia," choked out Alle as his eyes shed more tears. "I want to remember you as you were before we were betrayed by that saiyan monkey. I want to remember you as the beautiful beacon you were for our world." Alle lay his head back on his fluffed white pillows letting his tears drain onto them. "I want to remember you as you were…but I keep seeing you as I saw you last. Even the portrait I have of you doesn't calm the raging pain I feel in my heart, where you were ripped so cruelly from me." He glanced toward his sister portrait. "You understand right, Oneesama. Vegeta must die." He laid his head back down. "Tonight Oneesama, will you send me a dream of happier times?" The raging hate that burned at the center of his being became to quell as he settled down to sleep off the effects of too much wine and crying. "…a happy dream."

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"Alle, Persia," called the Nekojin King to his twin children. "I need you to come to the landing dock with me."

"What?" said Alle as he turned from the book he was reading. "Why do you want us to come to the landing zone? Who's coming?"

"Just come, Alle," replied the king. "You'll be surprised at you your going to meet today." He turned to his daughter stretched out on a lounging sofa. "Persia don't forget your scarf." King Calico saw the grimace that came over his daughter's face. "Alle make sure she comes to the dock properly attired." The King walked away.

Persia rolled her laughing blue eyes at her brother. "It must be someone important, Oniichan." She smiled as she moved from her languid position. "I hope we meet someone really important this time, instead of regular old nobles."

Alle laughed as he moved next to his sister. "You're happy just to meet anybody, Oneesama." He watched as she turned to flounce away. Turning around he flipped up a pillow, pulling a long blue scarf from underneath it. "You forgot your maiden sash, Oneesama."

Persia stopped and whirled back around pouting prettily. "Spoil-sport, I hate wearing that scarf. I feel so young and inexperienced." She batted her long eyelashes at her brother. "Tell, Father that you couldn't find it, please."

Alle looked into her sister's eyes and was tempted to give in to what she wanted. But he liked the blue sash, and dreaded that in a few months she would be trading her blue sash in for a purple one. He would no longer be able to monopolize her time. He would have to share her with suitors, and then eventually her husband. No he liked the blue scarf better. "Here, take it," he shoved the scarf at her. "You'll only be wearing it for a few more months anyway."

Persia took the scarf and regarded her brother out of laughing eyes. She knew he hated any talk about when she would become a women in their society. She smiled and danced over kissing her brother on the cheek. "You'll still be the best guy in my life, Oniichan." Persia caressed one of his checks, "Don't worry Alle. I'll always be here for you."

Alle shook his head and smiled at her. She was the best sister ever. He watched as she wrapped the scarf around her waist. Persia smiled back up at him. "Come on we don't want to be late." He dragged her down the hall leading to the landing dock.

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Vegeta glared out the window. He didn't want to be here, but once again his father handed him over to Frieza. He couldn't believe his father would once more take the advice of the Elders and ship off his only heir. He hated Frieza, he hated the Elders, he hated the throne, and most of all he hated his father for abandoning him.

Frieza moved his chair next to the young prince. "Still angry Vegeta-san?"

Vegeta turned and found himself staring into Frieza's demonic blue eyes. "No, Lord Frieza. It was expected that Otousama would send me to the best for training."

"Oh my," chuckled Frieza his laugh as cold and heartless as his eyes. "How you do flatter me Vegeta-san." Frieza liked his pink tongue over his lips. "So, tell me Vegeta-san why are you so solemn, since you knew you were coming back with me?"

"Not solemn," contradicted the young prince. "I was just thinking about the Keitosei. We Saiyajins have never been too fond of the Nekojins."

Frieza smirked. Monkeys and cats don't really play nice, but it's fun to see their reactions when put together. "Yes, but we're here to help ease the tension. This time it is not a purging mission, but an ambassadorial mission."

Vegeta nodded and switched from Frieza, back to the window.

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Alle and Persia nodded greetings from the nobles they passed in the long corridor. "Damn nobles," whispered Alle. "I swear they take up more space in the palace than the actual royal family of Keitosei does."

"Shhh," said Persia but an answering smile ruined her stern look. "The nobles are an important function of our empire. We royals can not oversee the whole planet."

"We should."

"Hush, now." Persia smiled as another noble called a greeting to the young pair.

The King turned to greet his children as they finally made it to the docking area. "For a minute, I thought you weren't going to come." He spied his daughter's maiden belt and nodded his approval. "Wait until you see how's here."

The twin pair followed their father, his obvious excitement spiking their curiosity. They stood behind their father as the large gate that separated them from oncoming ships lifted to reveal an assortment of people. Their father walked forward.

"Greetings Lord Frieza," he called out. "I extend my home to you and yours. We are honored that you would want to grace our meager homestead."

Frieza smiled. "You're too kind Calico-san. I'm sure you house is more than adequate for my short visit."

The King smiled in pleasure. "But, please forgive my manners." He motioned his children forward. "I forgot to introduce to you my children. My son Prince Alle." He watched Alle execute a perfect bow. "And my daughter, Princess Persia." He also watched his daughter execute a flawless curtsy."

"It's nice to meet you," said Frieza eyeing the girl who couldn't keep her eyes off his retainers. "But forgive me, as I was also negligent in my introductions." He waved his men forward keeping his eyes focused on the female. "Please allow me to introduce you to my entourage. Zarbon-san my Commander, Dodoria-san my Lieutenant, and lastly Prince Vegeta-san my charge." The girls blue eyes flared with barely restrained excitement when Vegeta stepped forward. Frieza's eyes narrowed.

"Vegeta," asked Alle. "Isn't that a Saiyajin name?" He was staring at the uncivil people as none of them bowed toward him or his sister. Such rudeness.

Vegeta gave a curt nod of his head.

"Well," said Persia as she let go of her brother's arm. "This is the first time I've ever seen a Saiyan." She stared into his coal eyes. "I hope to see more of you."

Vegeta snorted crossed his arms over his chest and prepared himself to ignore such a vulgar and bold creature.

"Yes, well," interrupted King Calico, who couldn't believe his daughter would be so bold. "It's late let me have a servant show you to your rooms."

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Alle knocked softly on the adjoining door of his sister. "Oneesama," he called softly. "Are you awake still?"

"Come in," called Persia as she moved the book she was reading from her lap. "I'm still awake." She watched as Alle come inside and plop down next to her on the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Alle. "I just want to discuss that Saiyan, Vegeta."

"What about him," smiled Persia. Her brother and Vegeta did not getting along was an understatement. They insulted each other constantly while he was getting shown around the palace.

"I don't like him," he said as he laid his head down in his sister's lap. "He'd rude and disagreeable with everything I say to him. And most of all every time you spoke to him, he turned his nose up at you."

"Calm down Oniichan," she replied as she combed her hands through his thick white hair. "He is from a fighting race. So, maybe they fight about everything."

"And what about his rudeness to you?"

"He's probably just shy."

Alle stifled a yawn as his sister's ministrations began to put him to sleep. "I don't like him." He closed his eyes. "I won't ever like him."

Persia bent forward and kissed her brother on the forehead. "You will. You two, are too much alike." She moved his head from her lap, and covered him up with a blanket and lay down beside him. She stroked his brow. "You'll be best friends. I'm counting on it." Persia closed her eyes and went to sleep.

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Bulma rolled over to snuggle up to Vegeta's warm body, but yet again encountered a warm, but empty space. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the room before focusing on Vegeta dressed in his black boxers standing on the balcony gazing up at the night sky. His tail was moving up and down in what seemed to be a contemplative movement. It's too cold at night for him to be dressed like that. She glanced at the clock by the bed, the numbers 1:00 am stared back.

He must have had some trouble sleeping again. It had been two days since his sister had been unveiled, and in those two days Vegeta refused to talk to anybody about it. Late at night after is training he'd start to have bad dreams, where he would actually moan and cry out, in the strange tongue, the Nekojin Alle spoke to him with. Bulma glanced back at him, he was hurting and she didn't know how to stop it. Vegeta didn't respond to regular human emotional needs that she was used to, and she didn't know how to comfort him in the Saiyan way. So last night she did what she could by seducing him and allowing herself to comfort him in the only way she knew how to comfort Vegeta. While he was in her arms it felt like she was needed and was helping.

Bulma reached over and searched the floor with her hand looking for the robe she put on earlier that night. With a triumphant cry swept it off the floor and slipped it on tying the belt loosely around her waist she hopped off the bed. Padding silently on the thick cream carpet she walked across the room on toward the balcony and Vegeta. Stepping out into the night air, she slightly shivered before slipping her arms around his trim waist. He was warm. It must be the Saiyajin blood. Bulma laid her gently on his back and sighed.

"What are you doing out here," asked Vegeta quietly in the night air.

Bulma rubbed her face on his back and tightened her hold. "I woke up and you weren't there. I was lonely and you looked lonely too." A gust of wind blew across the balcony and Bulma shivered some more as she leaned closer into Vegeta's warmth.

Vegeta snorted as he flared his ki up a little to keep his mate from freezing. "I had some thinking to do. I didn't want to disturb you. Matter of fact, woman you should go back inside and continue sleeping."

"No," said Bulma as she snuggled closer her eyes drooping some. "You would never disturb me Vegeta, especially when you're having problems." She let out a nice yawn. "I can't sleep knowing that there is something wrong with you Vegeta. I want to help."

"Woman," whispered Vegeta as he could feel the sweet call of sleep creep up on her. "I'm not human, and I don't have 'problems.' You are wasting your time out here. Now, go back to bed."

Bulma lifted her head and withdrew her arms as she studied his back, willing him to turn and look at her. A few minutes passed before he turned. "Vegeta," spoke Bulma earnestly, "I'm not Saiyan and I never will be, so I can't claim to know the inner workings of a Saiyan mind. But I do know you, more than anybody else--even Son-kun." She held up a hand stopping his reply. "Let me finish, two days ago, when Alle showed himself in our backyard he brought with him some problems that you were willing to deal with. And when he revealed your sister to you, he brought more problems and also pain. But you Vegeta are not ready to deal with neither, the pain or the problems. I know for a fact that you haven't even visited your own sister in the hospital. Trunks and I check her sign-in sheet for visitors and the only ones have been me and the people currently staying with us." She laid a hand on the side of his face cupping it gently as she met his black gaze. "Vegeta you have problems when you don't even want to visit your own sister."

Blast the damn blue-eye demon, she was right. He didn't want to visit his sister, and had avoided going to the hospital at first because he didn't want to be around the joyous occasion as the harpy known as ChiChi also gave birth to a son that same day. But that was an excuse. He didn't want to see his sister and have memories of a time when he flourished to come back to him. He wanted his past to stay buried and forgotten. "Saiyajins don't have problems," he growled at her, "Especially not their prince. So, woman just go back to bed, I was trying to have a little peace to myself."

"Fine Vegeta," sighed Bulma as she shook her head. "But I just remember that when you do realize that even Saiyans have problems, you know where to find me." She let go of his face and walked back to the room without glancing back.

Vegeta turned back to the stars.

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End Chapter 6. Created [07/07/01] and Finished [11/04/01]. Did you need a tissue for this chapter? I tried to make it tissue-less and more "ahhhh." I kind of cut this chapter short as, because well, the stuff I wanted to add will be better for the next chapter or the one after that who knows. Send all comments, criticisms, flames and questions to me at pmchivas@hotmail.com Coming next time: Meet Cauli. Dark Shadow Princess.

Lunatic's Ravings:

Kale--If I remember right in the Saiyan Saga he was the general who was blasted by King Vegeta for not completing his mission on time. He was apologizing at the throne when the king blasted him.

Troupe--Monkeys travel in troupes. I used this word to group the family of the Saiyans. There is no good vegetable grouping word that I liked, and clan didn't really belong. So I chose troupe.

Hukommelseseske--*whew that was long* Anyway that is Norwegian for "memory box."

You're going to see a lot more Norwegian words in this fic, as I'm using it as the Saiyajin tongue. That's right, the secret is out. Saiyan is a combination of Japanese and Norwegian.

And Orange Scarf lay off the java, please. Drink more tea. ^_~