Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Mutiny ❯ The Third Chapter ( Chapter 3 )

A cloud of red dust billowed beneath the ship as it touched down just outside of the reserved landing dock.

A scowl crossed the Prince’s features as he turned to the other Sayain onboard the ship, who was smiling sheepishly at his off course landing, “Uhm … we’re home.”

Vegeta’s expression softened a bit as if he were suddenly reminded of his location. With a push of a button, the hatch opened and allowed the pair of Sayains to walk on the soil of their native lands.

It was a strange swell of pride that filled Vegeta’s chest. The reality of the situation, that he was home on the planet he would some day rule over, made his ribs feel like iron bars and his lungs to catch in his chest.

Goku made his way quickly towards the castle, in a rush, unaware of the strange feelings that his friend was facing.

When the pair finally reached the castle, and entered in the landing dock where they should have arrived, they were greeted with a small crowd with welcoming faces.

A man, who stood in the center of the room, looked at the two boys with pride. The Sayain Prince, upon looking at the man, knew instantly who he was, and there relation to one another. Apart from the fact that he was a carbon copy of the go-teed man, the way he stood so proudly, flanked by the other men, and the crown atop his flame like hair pointed so obviously that he was of importance. That he was royalty. That he was king. But most importantly, that he was his father.

Father. It was a foreign word that translated roughly in the ancient Sayain language the Prince had grown up speaking. Though the language was eliminated and replaced with the Universal Language, Vegeta’s thoughts often ran in his native tongue.

Kakerot was reunited with his older brother and royal guard, Raditz, while Vegeta just stood staring cooly at his father, and with a proud smile the king finally smiled, “Come, Vegeta. It is approaching your twenty-second moon.”

A pair of onyx eyes remained even as the king continued.

“It is time I introduced you to your fiancé.”

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Zarbon frowned at his superior, “The Sayains have landed on Vegeta-sei.”

The shorter man turned to Zarbon, revealing a cold frown etched onto his features, “So the monkey prince will be getting his head filled with ideas right about now. How he should over throw us, how we stole him. An ear full, really. I’ve heard it from that damn king, and I pity the poor boys.”

“Lord Frieza--” Zarbon began, with his curious brows raised in question, “Then why did you allow them to go?”

A powerful hand slammed down on the control screen in front of Frieza and the cold gaze became harsh, “They aren’t my prisoners, idiot.”

As he calmed down his face became less cruel, “Besides, what would it say if I didn’t allow the prince to see his father. Just look at the folder, those five respect me. And I in return respect them. I knew that they would be the only threat that I had, and I was correct, they have turned into quite the group.”

Zarbon fingered a file laid on the desk beside him, inside there was a full profile and picture of each of the five.

He smiled as he looked at the first folder, it was of Bulma. The supposed most intelligent person in the entire universe. “She has turned into quite a woman.”

Frieza frowned, knowing that Zarbon was not referring to her intellect, “She and Vegeta are fucking.”

This caused a smirk to rise to Zarbon’s lips, “Is that so?”

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His dark eyes watched enviously as the pair of great Sayains, including his woman-stealing prince and most powerful Sayain in the world brother, made their way down the decorated hallways of the palace.

Raditz found it hard to control his jealousy as he watched them. Vegeta didn’t even acknowledge Victoria as she stood silently by his side. There was a scowl on his face as his father, the king, talked to him.

He was also furious by his famed brother, who seemed nothing short of an idiot with his mouth agape as he strolled down the halls of the palace, making comments and carrying on friendly conversations with passerbys.

The long haired Sayain watched as the King smiled adoringly on the two much missed young men, and then turned his benevolent gaze to the beautiful soon-to-be bride of his unappreciative son.

Raditz had to turn his face away from this sight. The king, usually scowling and serious, was showing all of these foreign emotions on a pair of Sayains who hadn’t been to Vegeta-sei in over ten years.

Raditz continued to walk to meet his father, who was waiting anxiously to see his, no doubt, favorite son … if there was ever a moment in his life that Raditz could deem the worst instant ever, this scene here would top it. Hands down.

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The cold walls of the ship’s labs in the science wing stood unambiguously stark, mirroring the coldness they symbolized with their glazy tartness and exuding icy temperatures.

She stood at the base of a machine, complicated upon first glance, but somehow the mind beneath the cerulean eyes comprehended the entireness of it, and she tweaked a few pieces of the cool metal with the screwdriver in her hand.

Her jaw shifted as she turned away from the mechanical parts of the complicated machine, turning to a key pad with wires strained out in different directions, she began focusing on the electronic part of the appliance.

It was an invention she had began shortly after he had left. It would provide a short fix to let her mind stray from thoughts of him and allow her to focus on something to help her await his return.

The entire idea of the machine had been crafted especially for his use, and as she paced the floors of her latest invention, she knew that every gravity stable tile was laid for his proud feet to trod upon.

With a soft growl, the beautiful scientist ripped a few scattered wires from the control panel, and began to redesign part of the controls when there was a knock on the outside of the contraption, and she turned to leave her work to see who would disturb her at such a time.

When she stepped out of the machine, a surprised look crossed her features as she took in the sight of Frieza’s very handsome right hand man.

“Zarbon.” She spoke, glancing down at her oil stained tank top and short denim shorts with a slight blush.

“Bulma. How nice to see you.”

“Uhm.” Bulma was rarely a woman for a loss of words, but his visit came as such a surprise to her, she couldn’t think of time when they had even been properly introduced. She just knew of him always standing beside Frieza, and always being talked down upon by Vegeta, “What brings you to this side of the ship?”

She frowned at her own question.

Zarbon, however, just lifted his green eyes to look at her and let a smile cross his features, “Why, you, Bulma.”

Bulma blinked as he continued with a small laugh.

“Excuse my forwardness, but I had heard that there was something going on between you and that monkey prince,” Bulma frowned. She knew their relationship was in rumors, but reaching Frieza and Zarbon? This ship was certainly absurd.

“I was just,” with a few steps, Zarbon was now standing just inches from the confused scientist, “seeing how you were keeping up.”

Bulma shook her head with a feeble smile, “I’m fine, thank you though.”

Zarbon brushed a stray hair of blue hair from Bulma’s face and smiled down at her, “Well when you tire of that arrogant boy, you are always welcome to join me for dinner.”

With that said, he turned away and left her alone.

With a confused blink, she leaned against the machine, noticing that her screw driver was still in hand, and with her back to the machine she slid to the floor, her legs outspread in front of her.

“Kami,” she moaned, “I need to get some sleep.”

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On his home planet, Vegeta had learnt that the entire Sayain race despised Frieza as much as the Five did. He was pleased with this news, not as much as he was about the other news his father had given him.

He now stood next to an attractive Sayain woman who had been introduced to him as his fiance with an emotionless gaze.

The pair now stood on a large balcony on the palace, below them stood hundreds of Sayains watching excitedly as their future leaders were presented to them.

In the sky of Vegeta-sei, two large moons rotated the planet in opposite directions. Once a year, the moons would align, marking all peoples to “age” one year.

It was a royal Sayain custom that upon the twenty second year, young royalty would be presented with their future spouse to the people, and every year a feast would occur all night to celebrate the aligned moons and the “birthday” of all Sayains.

The arrogant prince smirked as a swell of pride overcame him. Here he stood with his people adoring him, with royal attire adorning his shoulders and head. Here, he was treated as royalty, the way he should be.

His dark eyes traced up to the bight moon over head. It had a strange cerelean glow behind it, a color rare to be found in nature, a color that caused Bulma’s eyes to flash in his mind.

He frowned as he felt the warm wind in his ear, whipping at his cape, causing him to remember her promise.

Just promise me that you won’t be returning with a wife Vegeta...

He felt the dark haired woman at his side shift as she turned her attention to the sky, “It’s a beautiful color, ne?”

Vegeta gave a stiff nod, and looked over at her, noting how the cerelean color reflected faintly in her dark orbs.

"Yeah, it is."

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ChiChi sat with boredom.

Not only was her boyfriend a couple of galaxies away, but her best friend was obsessing over some mystery machine she had been working nonstop with a feverish fixation.

She decided to interrupt her friend for the sake of her own boredom and for Bulma’s.

With a knock on the door, she smiled sheepishly at her friend who was oil and sweat covered with goggles covering her eyes, a hat covering her pulled back hair, and barely any clothing covering her body.

ChiChi frowned and shut the door, causing her friend to turn around and frown in her direction, “Chi, I’m working.”

“Bulma, you’ve been working. Quite obsessively might I add.” The raven hair girl smiled, “Like a mad-scientist or something.”

The blue haired woman rolled her eyes, but tossed off the goggles and hat and smiled at her friend, “Thanks Chi, I need a break.”

The dark haired woman laughed and opened the door for her friend, “No problem, let’s talk about your newest obsession over a drink?”

Bulma smiled, “We can talk about something else. Some normal conversation sounds great, and a drink doesn’t sound too bad either.”

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He was pacing the now familiar slave corridors with impatience.

Tien had made this walk for the last few days, in chance that he had found the beautiful woman he had ran into the other day.

He was unaware, however, that this was his lucky day.

Rushing past him, the thin, blue hair woman rushed by him, not noticing that the man who had saved her a few days prior was in search of her and had just found her.

Tien turned in disbelief that he had finally run into her, and now, as she rushed by, he was unable to call her name.

He quickened his pace in the opposite direction and grabbed her arm from behind.

The woman let out a shriek and, turning around, punched her captor square in the jaw.

Tien let her go, her hit had caught him by surprise, but what was even more surprising to him was that it actually hurt.

Just slightly, Tien was one of the strongest men in the universe, but the fact that this woman had managed to land a punch, nevertheless a painful one, caused him to lightly touch his jaw and blink at her.

The woman, a look of horror crossing her petite features upon the realization that the man she had thought was a threat was actually the man that had saved her just days prior. That man, she remembered, being Tien. One of the Great Five … her superior by so many standards.

“Oh.” She frowned, a nervous expression replacing her look of horror, “I’m so sorry.”

She lightly touched his slightly reddened jaw with a blink, “Tien, sir, I didn’t know … I … I thought --”

He smiled at her and shook his head, “No, no need to apologize. It doesn’t hurt. But that was an impressive little blow you just pulled.”

She smiled lightly with a small blush, “My father was the strongest man on our planet, that is, before Frieza had it annihilated.”

Tien nodded lightly, “I came looking for you.”

She blinked.

He frowned, “I’m not a stalker,” he chuckled lightly, “I promise.”

She watched him as he continued.

“I just … can’t get you out of my head.”

She blushed slightly, “Tien …”

“What’s your name?”

She blinked again at his question. Why was he doing this? She couldn’t fathom why one of the most important people in the universe was talking to her, much less asking her questions and engaging in polite conversation with her … Her. A prisoner. With her unkempt navy hair hidden beneath a bandana, and practically rags for clothing.

But he smiled at her. A kind smile. And he looked at her with kind eyes. And she couldn’t help but be attracted to him, so she smiled back at him with an equally kind smile and extended her had, “Launch. My name is Launch.”

Tien accepted her hand and smiled at her, “It’s nice to finally meet you Launch.”

She giggled at him and he smiled, “Join me for dinner.”

Her eyes snapped open and her thin arms crossed across her chest, “Dinner? But I … I have nothing to wear, and --”

Three eyes rolled at this and he smiled, “Meet me at the Commons tonight, right after Frieza‘s grand meal. My friends ChiChi and Bulma will have plenty for you to wear, gods know they have too many clothes.”

Launch just stared at him with steady eyes and Tien tucked a lock of navy hair behind her ear.

She smiled at him.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

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Zarbon watched as the blue haired beauty laughed with her raven haired friend at the bar in the grand ship.

The pair of attractive women stuck out at the bar crowded with mainly drunk soldiers, but though they were met with lusty eyes, none of the men approached them. They knew there status, no matter how intoxicated they were.

Zarbon, however, was one of the few men on the ship with a high enough ranking to approach them, so with a cocky smirk, he leant next to Bulma against the bar and shifted his smirk to an award wining grin.

“Hello love.”

Bulma looked up from her drink and frowned. Zarbon had repeatedly come to visit her in her lab, talking, or flirting rather, and making suggestions that Bulma could only get the idea that he was hitting on her.

“Hey.” ChiChi said, a confused look crossing her features.

Bulma half ignored him, which didn’t go unnoticed by the cocky man, second only to Frieza in power on this ship. That was a ranking that never failed to capture women. So it annoyed him that the cerulean eyed scientist didn’t give him a second look … and instead placed her affection in the arms of the callous and arrogant prince of the brute, monkey people. He had always hated Sayains. They were ungrateful and cocky, they wanted freedom from Frieza and despised his rule.

Besides the fact that Bulma was obviously an attractive woman, one of the main reasons he wanted her was because Vegeta did.

“So, Bulma babe, you still taken with that monkey prince?”

Bulma’s eyes snapped at his green ones and frowned, “I’m sorry Zarbon, but yes, I’m still taken.”

He smirked with a small nod, “Well I understand, just let me know when you tire of that arrogant little boy and need a fuck with a real man.”

ChiChi blinked as the high ranking officer turned from them, she frowned at his language and the watched as Bulma took another sip of her drink, cursing the opposite sex under her breath.

“He’s been doing that.” Bulma stated plainly, “I’m not sure why all of a sudden, but I’m anxious to have Vegeta back. He'll kick is his ass.”

ChiChi smiled with a nod, ignoring her friends last statement, “Yes, and I’m anxious to have Goku back as well.”

“Tomorrow.” Bulma said, looking at her friend with a smile, “Frieza said that they should be back tomorrow.”

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A pair of feet paced impatiently. A pair of lips curled downwards in a displeased frown. And simultaneously, a pair of blue eyes darted up to a digital display screen that read that the Sayain pod would be returning soon.

The frown remained however, and the feet continued to pace, for it was not soon enough.

A pair of equally anxious eyes watched with mild amusement as the acclaimed smartest woman in the universe stomped around and glared at the display screen, with curse words being muttered half mutely from her previously glossed lips.

ChiChi smiled at her friend, “Bee, they will be here soon.”

“I know Chi.” The aquamarine haired girl snapped, her cerulean eyes locking with those of her raven haired companion, “I’m just a little impatient, okay?”

A small laugh escaped her lips and she tilted her head, “A little?”

Bulma rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the screen, “They should be here already.”

Behind them, the room was crowded with nobles. All of the important people would be here to greet the Royals of Vegeta-sei. This group of nobles included what remained of the fab five, including Bulma, ChiChi, and Tien. Also present was Zarbon, a cluster of important guards and command people, Frieza himself, and six Councilmen from a near by planet visiting the Grand Ship to discus the further union of the universe.

A few more minutes dragged on, and finally the ship declared with much monotony that the Sayain ship had arrived.

ChiChi’s heart leapt with nervous anticipation, finally after two long weeks, she would be reunited with her love!

The woman beside her was experiencing similar heart-leaping emotions, but hers were littered with doubt. Perhaps he had not kept his promise? Her hands folded fretfully and her eyes danced with anticipation as the door slid open.

Her heart nearly faulted as four figures entered the room.

Goku. An older man who looked strikingly similar to Vegeta. Vegeta himself. And a woman.

Not just a woman, though. A sayain woman. A beautiful sayain woman with a crown on her head and a smile spread across her petite features.

Bulma then noticed that three more men entered the room, guards mostly likely, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t. Nothing was registering in her mind but pain.

She took a step back, earning a saddened look from ChiChi, who’s moment of happiness was stolen as her eyes darted from her lover to the woman at Vegeta’s side.

With another shaky step back, Bulma’s face twisted from hurt to terror, and then flashed only one emotion that ChiChi knew so well: Anger.

The blue haired woman regained her composure and turned from the room, sneaking out the back, she walked straight to her room, escaping the embarrassment that would find her if she stayed in the room.

When her bedroom door slid closed, granting her privacy, she used the support of the now closed door and leaned her forehead against it, allowing a saddened sob to escape, mourning the loss of her lover.

ChiChi watched her friend go with a frown, but it was replaced with an honest smile as she heard Goku cheerily call her name.

She knew that she would have plenty of time to deal with the heart broken Bulma later, but for now she would give her some time on her own, and spend these next few minutes catching up with the man she had missed so much.

They embraced, his strong arms nearly causing her pain as he tightened his grip on her.

“Oh ChiChi.” He smiled, “I’ve missed you so much.”

She was about to reply when Tien came up from behind her, “Goku! Vegeta! We’ve missed you two around here.”

Goku laughed and shook his friends hand.

The woman who was foreign to them gently grabbed Vegeta’s hand, “Who are they?” She whispered, “Friends of yours?”

Vegeta, however, didn’t register what she had said, for his dark eyes were darting around the room.

A smile tugged on ChiChi’s lips as she noticed this, “She had to work.” She lied plainly, Vegeta suddenly turned his distracted attention to her with a curious look. ChiChi frowned at him, “She’s started this new project, it’s been like an obsession.” This was the truth, but she frowned, “It’s probably a good thing though.”

Vegeta nodded lightly, quickly scanning the crowed once again, not even noticing that the woman at his side was still latched on to his hand and a tall green haired man slipped out the door with a smirk planted firmly on his devious features.

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There was a knock on her door and she blinked slightly, regaining her composure. She wiped her eyes with the back of her palm in a feeble attempt to hid any pain she had just been subjected to, and with a fake smile, she opened her door.

Her smile fell into a look of confusion as she was greeted with a mischievous looking Zarbon leaning against the frame of her door, “Hello babe.”

There was a hint of something in his accent that she could not place, but surprise remained on her features as she moved to allow him to enter.

As he stepped in, the door slid closed, and he took a step closer to her. They were nearly touching, their chests only inches apart, and with a smirk still on his lips, Zarbon bent down so that his lips were brushing the creamy skin of her neck, “So is that the boy you’ve been turning me down for these last couple of days, because I have to tell you sweets,” he plated a soft kiss on the side of her neck, “He doesn’t look nearly as into you as you are mad about him.”

Their closeness caused a clinching in Bulma’s chest, and she had to strain to allow air to seep into her lungs. She blinked as he left another small kiss on her neck, and then pulled away, revealing his gorgeous smirk.

With a frown, she realized that no smirk, no matter how attractive, would ever compare to his arrogant bastard self …

But perhaps he’s right … her mind deceived her, maybe Vegeta isn’t into me per say. Perhaps anyone would have done. She frowned, knowing that this would not be any easy thought to accept.

“Look, maybe Vegeta has a thing for you, but he’s got a shit load of pride you know,” Zarbon began, leaning against the wall, “he’s having to choice between you - an ol’ fling of his, and his planet, which he is prince of.”

Bulma nodded lightly, her eyes large with confusion as he continued what could only be mistaken as a proposition of sorts.

“So what I am saying is give him a choice, you got to let him see what he’ll be missing.”

Bulma frowned, “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“You’re the supposed genius here, right?” He smiled, “Make him jealous.”

Her frown faded, “And who better to make Vegeta jealous with then someone whom he despises.”

Zarbon laughed lightly, “And I, deary, am second only to Frieza as his nemesis.”

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“Th ere is a small space pod at the edge of the east wing of this monastery. Go to it, leave us here, and find your family. I since the end of Frieza’s reign coming soon, but the fate of your brother and the other members of the Great Five is in jeopardy. They will need all of the help they can acquire. Besides, you are an enemy of Frieza’s, and it is only right that you fight beside them.”

The words of the Monk Elder echoed in Krillin’s head. It had been a very eventful day, and now he stood outside the small space pod on a fueling station.

He made his way to a small row of vending machines, his eyes traced over the row of sodas, candies, and snacks. He reached in his pockets and placed a few coins in the slot, purchasing a drink and few snacks to feed his rumbling stomach.

He felt a little out of place in his monk garb. A few rough looking aliens cast him strange looks and he blushed lightly and hid behind a magazine stand.

Picking up a paper, he looked at the cover, taking in the blurred appearance of a pair of twins, one blonde and one dark-haired, who were reportedly going about taking revenge on the South Coordinate.

He took a few steps away from the main deck of the landing station, when a boom was heard, and felt heat at the back of his neck.

When he turned around he found that the fueling station was in chaos. The entirety of it had been blown up, not a devastating blow, since ships didn’t run on flammable fuels but rather plasmatic ones, but as if someone had set off a bomb.

Krillin watched with wide eyes horror as the dust cleared and the ships on deck along with the people were revealed to be gone.

His ship … now how was he supposed to get to the grand ship and save his brother along with the entire universe? He frowned, how was he going to do that in the first place?

He sighed, knowing that this was the most eventful day he could remember … though the days he remembered were spent in the quiet quarters of the monastery. Now here he was wondering aimlessly about the universe after having discovered that he was the heir to the entire southern coordinated, that he was a key element in saving the universe, and now he had just randomly survived an explosion leaving him shipless.

He would have said that nothing else could have surprised him at this moment, but two figures ran by him … they appeared to be twins, one dark hair and one blonde.

His eyes darted down to the newspaper in his tight grasp and then he blinked up at them.

The dark haired one, a boy with a peevish expression scowled down at the monk, “Oh look sister, we seem to have had a spectator.”

The blonde, very attractive he noted, fugitive looked down at Krillin with mellow eyes, “Hm. Well I’m not really in the mood to end any more lived today seventeen, can we just let this one go?”

Krillin blinked at the beautiful woman with the monotone voice.

“Uhm … can I have a ride?”

His voice was a bit shaky, but Krillin had never really had much of a chance to be a people-person, and he figured being friendly might be a good solution to this problem. He certainly was in no position to be hostile.

The dark haired one, she had called seventeen, glared at him with a frown, “Are you asking for a favor?”

“Well, you guys kind of destroyed my ship … and since I’ve just escaped from a monastery, a ride would be greatly appreciated.”

The woman laughed lightly, more of an evil chuckle, but she had intended it to be friendly.

The man shot her an annoyed glance and she shrugged, “I like him, let him come along.”

“Sister.” Seventeen snapped.

“What?” She glared at her brother, placing her hand on her hip, “We did destroy his ride.”

She turned her icy blue gaze to the short ex-monk, “So little guy, where to?”

Krillin shrugged, “I was on the way to the grand ship, but wherever.”

She smiled again at him and pointed towards a ship parked across the dock, out of harms way from the previous explosion, “Hop in.”

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It had been two days since the Sayain’s had returned, and life on the Grand Ship was adjusting to having not only the two Sayains back, but six additions.

Bulma had managed to stay out of their way, only running into two of them, Nappa and Raditz, at dinner, only to have the larger, bald one hit on her.

She hadn’t even seen Goku since he had arrived, save to watch him step off the ship with Vegeta and her. Just the mere thought of that made her jaw clinch.

So for the major part of this day she had remained confined in her lab, working on the project she had begun for Vegeta, and was now … complete.

With a triumphant smirk, she capsulated it and held it proudly in her palm.

She froze suddenly as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a pair of all to familiar lips began kissing a trail up her neck. She frowned as she felt a hand tugging at her sash with mocking laughter, “Woman, my promise…”

Her glare hardened as she pulled away from his grip, turning around to reveal the hate in her eyes, “My promise? What about your fucking promise?”

Vegeta’s face remained emotionless as he studied the two separate emotions of spite and hurt reflecting in her cerulean eyes.

She closed them, allowing him to take in her perfect features, but now being unable to see the emotion her eyes confessed. With a deep sigh, she shook her head and slammed her palm into his chest, “Here.”

Her voice was quite, and Vegeta brought his hand over hers and took the capsule that was being pushed into his chest.

“Woman--”

She opened her eyes to glare at him once again, and turned away from him to storm out of the lab.