Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Mutiny ❯ The Fourth Chaper ( Chapter 4 )

Tien allowed a smile to spread across his face as Launch came into view.

His heart swelled … she showed up … he knew that, upon looking at the nervous expression on her face, that she was a little shaky about the entire ordeal.

So he rose and met her halfway across the dining room, he gently grabbed her arm, exchanging with her a smile, and then he pulled out a chair for her petite form to take a seat.

He sat across from her, his muscles bulging from his training suite, smiling at her.

Launch had to turn her head from him to hide the blush that was rousing her cheeks.

Dinner was placed in front of the pair, Launch a little unsure about someone else waiting on her, but thanked the servant politely and waited for Tien to begin eating.

After a nice meal, the best Launch had eaten since her home planet had been destroyed, and polite conversation and small talk, Tien helped Launch from her seat and walked her back to her room.

He stopped at a window, which poured starlight from passing galaxies into the hallway. Tien tucked a piece of navy hair behind her ear and smiled as he watched the light reflect in her eyes.

She smiled back at him, and they continued down the corridors in silence.

Not an awkward silence, however, a strange, comforting silence. Launch’s hand in Tien’s, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

Soon the pair had made it to the slave quarters, and Launch led him to a stark door in the dimly lit hallway.

Tien stopped in front of it, and took another long look at her.

She blushed back at him, and felt a familiar sensation coming over her.

Oh no …

Tien smiled down at her, “You’re beautiful, Launch.”

She couldn’t smile, Oh no … please … no …

“--and I had a wonderful time with you,” he continued, “I want to see you again.”

Her eyes remained wide, as if in fear, as she nodded lightly.

Please, please no … not … not now …

Tien bent down to capture his lips in her own, when Launch quickly stepped back, opened her doorway, and smiled, “Thank you Tien.”

And with that, the still bent Tien watched in bafflement as Launch opened the door and quickly slid inside, slaming it behind her.

Tien stood up straight and blinked in confusion. With a sad expression he turned around and decided to make his way back to his room and to the upper levels of the ship.

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Her index finger twirled thoughtfully through her hair as she listened to her friend talk.

“-so apparently Vegeta and Victoria-” Bulma frowned at her name, but allowed ChiChi to continue, “-aren’t exactly married. They’re engaged, and can only be wed and announced king and queen after she is with child. And Frieza grants Sayain royalty to commit what would normally be considered adultery, because of … tradition or culture or something like that.”

ChiChi was filling her friend in on what Goku had told her about their trip, and smiled at her friends reaction of learning that there was, possibly, a ray of hope in all of this.

“Hm.” Bulma’s jaw shifted thoughtfully, “So if she becomes pregnant, then they’ll HAVE to get married.”

“Basically, yes.” The dark haired woman said, casting a nervous look at her friend.

Her eyes glazed over slightly as her brain began to kick in, “I have a male-infertile that I can slip Vegeta.”

“Wha--” ChiChi frowned disapprovingly at her friend, “What are you … Bulma, you can’t -- but, to interfere would be…”

Bulma rolled her eyes at her friends babbling, “This drug will make Vegeta infertile for four months.” She smiled maliciously, “That gives us four months to get rid of Victoria.”

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A pair of eyes darted nervously back and forth.

“We can’t go there!”

“Yes, we can!”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. ”

“You idiot, do you know see the genius in this??”

“No, I do not. It sounds like stupidity to me.”

“Well you would be very familiar with that, wouldn’t you?”

“Listen. Would you think for one second -- I know Gero put some brains in that head of yours.”

“I am thinking.”

“Then don’t you see why going to the Grand Ship would be perfect?”

“No. Our quarrel is not with Frieza, it’s with the Southern Coordinate.”

The blonde twin threw her arms out in frustration at her brothers stubbornness.

She turned around and frowned at the monk, “You see what I have to go through everyday with this idiot?”

Krilling smiled sheepishly, not sure how to answer. Knowing that either way, he would be on the bad side of one of the twins.

Seventeen stood up and frowned at the other two occupants in the room, “I’m going to bed now. Do not bother me.”

Eighteen, the blond haired woman Krillin was growing attracted to, rolled her eyes at her brother and frowned at the bald man after he had left the room, “Don’t worry, we’re going to Frieza’s ship. Besides, once Seventeen realizes that Tien, the very heir to the Southern Coordinate is there, he’ll change his mind.”

Krillin gulped, “So you guys really hate the South, hm?”

Eighteen’s eyes narrowed subconsciously, “Yes.”

He nodded lightly and then changed her expression to a pleasant smile, “Let’s change the subject, talking about the South really spoils my mood.”

Krillin nodded, taking a mental note not to mention that he was apart of the Southern empire.

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Her nightgown was silky and white, with the mandatory sash tied across her waste. She knew that now that she was engaged to the prince, it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t wear it anymore. But a strange feeling filled her insides, and the thought of a man she hardly knew, barely liked, and didn’t love taking that from her made her want to vomit.

Tonight, she wanted to be held by the only man she could ever and would ever allow herself to love.

And if they committed that sin, then she would hold her head high as they were killed as punishment for their adultery, for she would have been able to express her love to the one who deserved it.

Raditz.

With her small palm knocking gently against his door, she bit her lips with nervous anticipation and waited until he was standing at the door, giving the nightgown clad beauty a awed look.

“Victoria what are you--”

She placed her index finger over his lips and stepped into his room, when the door slid shut and the silence filled the room she looked him in the eye and smiled.

He smiled weakly back at her.

“Raditz, I love you.”

“Victoria, I--”

He blinked sadly as he watched her for a moment.

But neither were prepared for her next move.

With an expressionless face and eye contact with the man across from her, she slowly began to untie the sash sewn neatly across her waist. As she finished the motions of untying it, it fell with a silent crash to the floor and left her feeling as naked as she had ever in her entire life.

But at the same time, she felt comfortable.

Raditz could only stare blankly at the woman before him, and as he took a few steps towards her, she mirrored him, walking towards him as well, so that they were now in front of one another.

He reached his large hand out to brush a few stray pieces of black hair from her face, gracing the soft skin of her neck with a smile.

Then, he rested his hand on the side of her face, and pulled her in for a kiss. The sash thrown carelessly to the side, along with all of their thoughts and awareness of how wrong their actions really were.

But they wouldn’t see the bad in all of this until morning. Right now, it was all about the good.

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The next morning Bulma called Vegeta into her lab.

She explained to him about the machine she had built for him. Blushing lightly as she remembered her behavior from the previous day, but continued to talk to Vegeta as if nothing had ever happened between them.

Vegeta knew that Bulma was insanely angry at him, but to be honest he was putting their past aside at the moment, and listening in awe about the machine she had created.

A contraption that could control gravity! A simulator that would allow his body to train under harsher conditions than then had ever face before. His power would grow tremendously …

And he had her to thank. While he was away, getting married off, the woman had been back here making her single greatest invention.

Well, the most beneficial one at least …

“And here.” She extended her hand, revealing a small pill, “Take this, it will help your muscles better withstand the gravity.”

He looked suspiciously at the drug and frowned at her, “Woman, I do not need any help with-”

“Hey.” She frowned playfully at him, “I know what I’m talking about, okay Vegeta? Just take it.”

He grunted, but took the small pill from her and swallowed it.

She smiled as she watched him take the infertile pill, “Good. Now you can go train and I can sleep in peace.”

He nodded and turned from her, quickly going to do as she said, he was in a slight rush to train. And as he left, he thought about turning around to give her a nod of thanks, but decided against it and continued on.

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It had been two days, and the prince had been doing nothing but training in the machine, growing significantly stronger, but wearing his body out so that he could barely drag himself from the contraption a few feet to sleep, and Bulma, who had brought him a few meals, was growing slightly worried about the obsessed man. Wondering if perhaps slipping the infertile to him had been in vain, since he seemed to spend no time around his fiancé since he had been here.

She had unplugged the machine just moments earlier, telling him that if he didn’t return to the real world she would destroy the gravity simulator, explaining to him that he was harming himself, and his sudden gain in strength and absence around the Grand Ship and, mainly, the public training facilities, might cause Frieza to get suspicious.

He had muttered something which she suspected was an insult towards her, but he complied, knowing that if he rested, in the morning he would be able to show off his newly acquired strength in a sparing match with Kakerot.

Bulma watched him go with a sigh.

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Vegeta sat down on the edge of his bed, finally awake after what had been nearly nine hours of sleep. A strange amount of time for the usual restless Sayain.

There was a knocking at his door.

He only hoped it was Bulma, checking up on him. She would do something like that, and he was so very horny after being sex-deprived his entire stay at his home planet and since his return to the Grand Ship.

But when the door slid open it didn’t reveal the blue haired goddess that he craved, but instead an equally beautiful Sayain girl, with large, dark blinking eyes.

He frowned, but knew that fucking his fiancé would provide him with a quick fix.

Besides … it was the only proper thing to do.

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Knowing that he had slept for nearly nine hours now, he would most likely be awake.

She knocked lightly on the door, but her taps were ignored, and this caused a smile to spread across her features. Perhaps he was still sleeping!!

She decided to slip in to see him, and so tampering with the control pad against his door, (something she hadn’t actually done before since the first time she had come to him, since then she just waited for him to unlock it for her, but, still, it was something she wasn’t entirely ignorant to) she successfully unlocked it, and watched as the door slid open.

Revealing Vegeta on top of the Sayain girl with their lips interlocked and their hips pinned against each other in a matter that made Bulma want to vomit …

She took a step back, feeling the same since of hurt that she had felt when she had first seen them together. But like this it was … she allowed the door to slide shut, taking notice of how the couple was completely unaware of their specter for a moment, and turned to escape to her room.

When a better thought came to mind, and she turned down a hall to find the one man who would be willing to help her escape and perhaps get even.

… if only she could find where Zarbon’s room was.

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That morning she arose with a sudden shifting in her bed.

She opened her tired eyes to see a head of green hair rising from her bed, with a frown taking in notice that she was not, in fact, in her bed at all.

She smiled as she watched him pull on his pants. Getting up from her spot in his bed she wrapped her arms around his back, kissed the muscles of his neck with her gentle lips, moved them to his ear, nipped lightly at his earlobe, and smiled as she watched his reaction from beneath the pants he had just pulled on.

Her grin widened as she heard a low growl escape from his throat. She loved her effect on men.
She wanted him wrapped around her finger. She wanted him to come to her, to beg her for pleasure. She wanted him to brag to his friends about her. She wanted Vegeta to hear his gossip and be driven mad with jealousy.

But for now, she had to pretend that all she wanted was him.

Zarbon pulled away from her slightly, “Bulma, not now. I have a meeting with Frieza.”

She stood up and nodded understandingly, pulling on her skirt, and tying the previously discarded sash around her waist.

He laughed at her, shaking his head, “Virgin, hm?” He laughed again, “You were no virgin when you came to me, and you are certainly no virgin leaving.”

She looked at him, her blue eyes clearly reading that she was horribly unamused by him.

He frowned, “So, ho did I compare with your disgusting monkey prince?”

She pulled on her shirt, choosing to ignore him. Feeling more like a whore than she had in her entire life. Truth was, with Vegeta she had never felt dirty. She had feelings for him, he had accepted her. This was … this was terribly different.

She watched as Zarbon rose from the bed and left the room. With a frown she knew that if she were trying to make Vegeta jealous, she had succeeded. Vegeta loathed Frieza’s army, and he would be insanely angry if he knew that the captain of them all had touched her.

But now, feeling dirty and used, she wondered if she really wanted for him to find out at all …

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Sitting up from bed Victoria frowned at the sleeping man beside her.

What they had done was awkward. She knew that he could feel it too. She knew that neither was deeply into the other. Shallowly, either. But they both knew that fate had thrown them together, and they would be forced to live together.

Placing her hand on her midriff she felt a small, but strong, key inside of her. Lightly shaking the sleeping man beside her she frowned, “Vegeta.” he grunted in response.

“Vegeta.”

She repeated his name, frowning as he pretended to ignore her.

“I’m pregnant.”