Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Mutiny ❯ The Fifth Chapter ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: Diamus

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Chapter 5

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“She’s a slut!”

ChiChi jumped up as a palm slammed into the table in front of her and her dark eyes darted up to meet the narrowed cerulean eyes of Bulma.

ChiChi had been enjoying her lunch in solitude, snacking on a yogurt and reading a book when she was oh so rudely interrupted by her brash friend.

“Did you hear the news?” Bulma demanded, taking a seat across the table, crossing her arms childishly with a scowl on her face.

Her blank expression and slightly parted lips told Bulma that she clearly had not.

Bulma’s frown deepened as she narrowed her eye brows, “Victoria is pregnant.”

ChiChi merely blinked as her friend continued, “Do you know what this means? Hm? Vegeta took my infertile pill. There is no possible way that she got pregnant from him -- Vegeta is sterile. She’s a whore!”

The raven haired girl frowned at her best friend, “Bulma, I hate to say it, but perhaps there was a fault in your plan. I mean, perhaps she was impregnated before Vegeta took the pill. Or did you even test the infertile on Sayains? Maybe the effect is different, perhaps it has no effect on him.”

Bulma’s arms remained crossed, and with a glare still locked on ChiChi she frowned, “She’s a slut, Chi. Don‘t you see it?”

“Bee.” ChiChi’s gaze became serious, “Did you sleep with Zarbon?”

Bulma’s jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly regained her grumpy composure, “Who’s side are you on, Chi?”

ChiChi sighed sadly, but knew the realization of her friends accusations would come to her soon. Bulma was brilliant, yes, but at times her emotions got in the way of her rational thought.

---------------------------------------------------- He had never properly been with a woman, and he had never actually seen many women in his adult-life; nevertheless, he still felt some sort of strange attraction to his beautiful shipmate.

It was, perhaps, a ‘crush.’ He had never actually used the word before, but if it would explain his sweaty palms and flushed cheeks every time she smiled at him, then it was just the word he was looking for.

She seemed so cool, so confident. Her icy blue eyes seemed devoid of any emotion and he hated the way he wasn’t able to read her.

And he hated even more that he, a small, bald, ex-monk, would probably never compare to the type of men that made her feel the way he did about her.

“Krill,” she said coolly, glancing up from the refrigerator, “do you want anything to drink?”
“Uh-I-uh…” he blushed slightly, “Sure.”

One of her brows was cocked in his direction and she shrugged, “Kay.”

When she was seated at the table, another full glass was placed beside her, and Krillin took this as his cue to join her.

“So, we’re approaching the Grand Ship,” she began, conversationally.

“Are you guys just going to drop me off then?”

She blinked and shrugged, a thoughtful look encompassing her features, “Eh, I guess so. We’ll try to make contact with the Grand Ship when we’re closer and see if we can get permission to land there. You said something about your brother being there?”

“Uh,” Krillin nodded, “Yeah.”

She smiled lightly as she sipped her drink. There was no denying that the comedic relief was something she was going to be missing when he was dropped off to reunite with his brother.

“And then you want to kill Frieza and get out of there ASAP?”

He laughed lightly, “Yep, that’s the general strategy I guess. I don’t know, once I talk to my … uh, brother, I’m hoping to have a more concrete plan, you know?”

She nodded, “Yep. I’ll help in anyway I can.”

He knew she was a criminal. He, however, had no idea about her strength. It was rather deceptively hidden beneath her small frame and feminine physique.

“Why do you and your brother hate the South so much?” He questioned.

She glared coolly at him, “They hired our … uh … father,” he didn’t miss her shudder, “to do something rather cruel.”

He blinked lightly, “I just don’t understand why you hate the South’s government. They have no power whatsoever. With Tien being taken under Frieza’s control, and the other prince in disappearance-”
“He’s dead.” She said, her icy glare freezing him slightly, “Don’t tell me you’re one of those insane idiots who blabber about how the King allowed him to escape before Frieza could murder him.”

He glanced blankly at her, clearly unaware that there were rumors like that circulating around the universe, “Well, yes, I sort of do.”

She rolled her eyes and he laughed, “Aw, c’mon Eighteen.”

After a brief moment of silence he sighed, “Okay, okay. Anyways, so after both the King’s sons were taken from him, Frieza made him a puppet ruler. The Emperor of the North is the very same way. No one has any power in this universe except for Frieza.”

The blonde stared down at her clenched fists, “Either way, it was the Emperor who made the orders to … well, for my father to …”

Krillin watched as her knuckles whitened slightly, “Eighteen … you’re going to have to elaborate.”

“No.” She glanced up coolly at him, “I don’t.”

He blinked.

“Uhm. Alright then.” Then he smiled, “Aw, c’mon, we’re on the same side here!”

“Yeah?” She smiled lightly, “And what makes you want to kill Frieza so badly?”

A sheepish smile rose to his features, “I’d tell you, but then you would kill me.”

She glared at him, “What?”

“What what?” He laughed, “I’m being serious.”

“Krillin … I’m not going to kill you.” She frowned, “I’m not sure why, but I kind of like having you around.”

“Eh,” Krillin shrugged with that goofy smile still planted on his lips, “I’m not exaggerating, you’ll totally kill me if I told you.”

“Krillin,” her tone was slightly annoyed, “I swear.”

“You swear, hm?” He feigned a thoughtful expression and sighed, “Say, hm, say ‘Krillin, I swear upon hearing your really, really awesomely big news that I will not kill you in a fit of rage‘.”

She laughed. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t ever been with anyone who was just … silly.

“Krillin,” her voice was slightly annoyed, but a smile still played on her lips, “Okay, Krillin, I swear I will no kill you.”

“In a fit of rage,” He added, trying to keep a serious expression on his face.

She rolled her eyes, “In a fit of rage.”

“Upon hearing your really, really awesomely-”

“Upon hearing your really, really big news, okay, I got it.”

He smiled after she cut him off and then sighed, bringing his voice down a few notches, “I’m serious Eigtheen, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I’m … well … I’m Prince Krillin. The son of the Emperor of the South. He snuck me off into the monastery before Frieza could collect me. He took my brother, Tien, who I’m hoping to find on the Grand Ship and reunite with. To, uh, help him kill Frieza.”

For a moment the blonde stared disbelievingly at him; then she broke out into a laugh.

“Oh Krillin …” She paused with a smile, “While you do share a name with the dead prince, I’m afraid there are a few key flaws in your story.”
“What?”

“You really expect me to believe you?”

“Yes.”

“And why is that?”

“Because … it’s …. true.”

She glanced at him for a short moment and then chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, “Alright, well then, let’s not enlighten Seventeen on your little dark past, sound good?”
Krillin blinked and smiled, “Uh, sounds great.”

She gently kissed the top of his head and smiled as he fought to hide his blush.

“So you say Frieza is our enemy?”

“Yep.” Krillin began, a little shakily.

This woman was bipolar…

“Alright, see you in the morning.”

“Uh … g’night Eighteen.”

She shot him a small wave before disappearing down the hallway of the small ship, leaving Krillin alone to bask in his own, rather scattered, thoughts.

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The Grand Ship was a large ship. Arguably the largest ship in the entire universe. But no matter how large the largest ship is, it is still just that. A ship.

And ships are enclosed traveling pods with a limited amount of people, therefore a little amount of gossip. And for a ship of mainly men, there was a lot of gossip echoing across the halls of the Grand Ship.

Vegeta frowned as the men swapped stories.

Apparently one of the councilmen from the planet who was currently staying on board was, in fact, a councilwoman, and had been involved in a relationship with the captain.

The soldiers in he training facilities chatted mindlessly about it, causing Vegeta’s fist to compress.

He had come here to spar and show off his newly acquired strength, not listen to the latest gossip of who-slept-with-who. This was making him absolutely livid.

“Well that’s not even the big news.” A man with spiky orange hair said, a cocky smirk ever present on his thin lips, “Did you hear who Zarbon’s latest bang was?”

Two of the men nodded, “Yes.” One said, “We heard the little fuck roaming around the halls looking for his bedroom.”

The orange haired man nodded, “Lucky bastard, eh?”

They all nodded, “She is a hot little thing. I would give anything to tap--”

He caught a glare from a higher class guard, “She’s one of the Great Five, so I would be careful how you talk about her. Not only is she out of your league, but with a man in such a position as Zarbon, I would be extra careful.”

Vegeta’s foot stopped tapping impatiently as he realized the woman they were lusting after was Bulma. He frowned. Had she slept with Zarbon? The thought sickened him.

No.

She hadn’t. She wouldn’t.

But the remembrance of how angry she had been with him, how she must have felt when she learnt that he was engaged, and now that she probably knows that he is with child and will soon be married and be king…

The scowl remained on his face. She still wasn’t justified. Perhaps he was engaged, but Bulma was still his. And no man, and mainly no member of Frieza’s army, was allowed to touch what was rightfully his.

He pointed at a man that had said that he wanted to “tap” her or something of the sort and challenged him. The mans face paled slightly and an evil smirk grazed Vegeta’s olive skin. He was ready to pound this man mercilessly into the floor of the training facilities.

Yes.

Bulma’s plan was working perfectly … the prince of the Sayains was furious.

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Feet placed sternly on the ground, one in front of the other. They were long, proud strides. The dim halls echoing the clicking of her heals, her vanity screeching with each angry step she took.

A piece of long, soft aquamarine hair fell delicately in front of her narrowed eyes, she placed it behind her ear, subconsciously, and continued her stride.

She was a brash woman, there was no doubt about that, but her selfishness was getting more than the best of her at this moment.

Bulma Briefs was going to confront the future queen of Vegeta-sei and warn her that she knew her secret, and that she had the whim to expose it.

She found the Sayain girl’s room in the guest corridors and with three blatant taps with her small fists, the door slid open and a sad looking woman with long dark hair smiled weakly at the woman before her.

Bulma froze.

She hadn’t ever seen the woman up close, and she could tell the sadness in her eyes, she could feel their similarity -- fate was wringing out both their hearts.

Bulma also noted then, that the woman was also quite breathtaking. A competition for even herself, perhaps.

But the blue haired woman felt no envy towards her. Not from the second they met eyes.

The feeling of dirtiness came back to her. She knew that by catching this woman with her Vegeta she had made a decision that she regretted.

She had slept with Zarbon.

So perhaps this woman before her had slept with another man -- it wasn’t as if she had any room to judge her.

Bulma’s intentions of coming here had been a false, and with a smile Bulma extended her had towards the Sayain woman, “Hi.”

Victoria returned the smile and shook Bulma’s hand.

“I wasn’t at the landing.” Bulma lied, slightly, “So I didn’t have a chance to properly meet you. I’m a good friend of Vegeta’s, and a member of the Five, so I thought I would stop by and, say hey in person.”

Victoria’s smile remained, “Well hello, it’s nice to meet you. You’re the scientist, right?”

A small laugh escaped Bulma’s lips, “Thought I would be ugly, huh?”

Victoria blushed slightly and shrugged, laughing along with the blue haired woman.

“Oh well, I would ask you if you’re stay was going well, but this ship is a miserable hellhole, I’m sure you’ve heard, or, figured out for yourself. And I would offer to get you anything you need, but you’re a VIP and I’m sure our bloody Lord Frieza has granted you more than enough of everything. So,” Bulma smiled, “The only polite gesture left for me to do is stop by and introduce myself to you. So, now that that is accomplished, I guess I’ll be seeing you around!”

Victoria nodded lightly at the beautiful woman before her, and watched as Bulma waved with a wink and turned to walk away.

A smile remained on Victoria’s lips as she was oblivious to Bulma’s original intentions, but instead made a new friend or … quirky acquaintance at least.

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Later that evening, after Vegeta had finished up a few hours of training in gravity chamber, he made his way to dinner where he would be eating along side his father, guards and fiancé.

Victoria sat, hands in lap, with an expressionless face as she was seated across from Raditz and beside Vegeta.

It was an awkward set up and she had to force a smile and feign indifference for the entirety of the evening.

Until Raditz looked her in the eye and they began making polite conversation.

Soon the king joined in and the prince listened halfheartedly, allowing a grunt to escape his pursed lips ever so often. In truth, he was much more comfortable with his usual dining with the other members of the Five where they would complain and poke fun at one another.

“So Victoria,” the king continued, “Have you meet lots of people on your short stay here?”

Victoria nodded with a smile, “Yes, the science woman, Bulma, I met her today.”

Vegeta cringed, knowing that Bulma was probably a complete bitch to the girl. Then his face became a scowl as he remembered the news he had heard about her and Zarbon.

“Yes. She was such a lovely woman. Friendly, funny, and, gosh, she is very beautiful.”

Vegeta cast her a small glance, “So she was friendly towards you?”

Victoria smiled again, “Oh yes. I like her very much.”

Vegeta frowned, wondering what had gotten into that very, very confusing woman of his …

----------------------------------------------------The dark haired man watched as his sister and the bald man flirted openly.

A felling rung in his gut as he watched he smear some dough on his nose and as Krillin laughed and wiped it off with a smile.

He knew his sister wasn’t aware of her own feelings and of how ignorant she was of what she was getting herself into.

People, things, like them couldn’t fall in love with people. Not only were they capable of emotional relationships, the physical aspects were also impossible.

And here Krillin, who was somewhat growing on his despite how much he wanted to deny it, was clueless of their entire ordeal.

However, he had successfully convinced the pair to join him in the fight against Frieza.

Seventeen, still not fully convinced that this was their battle, complied. If only because he felt the need to take out his rage on some poor, unsuspecting soul in power.

He tightly compressed his fists into a pair of tight balls as he watched his sister lean her head back and laugh. He wasn’t sure if he had ever seen her laugh like that.

With another compression of his fists he swore that he would have his vengeance someday on whoever was responsible for bringing him into this world.

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She giggled.

Oh how he wished he could just bottle that sound up and savor it whenever he pleased.

What would it be like to constantly be around a woman with a laugh like that?
He smiled as she glanced at him, “What?”
She sighed sadly, “Tien … I’m going to have to get back to work soon.”

“No.” Tien shook his head, “You … are with me today. Frieza will understand.”

“Understand why you’re falling for a slave?” A confused glance crossed her pretty features, “I’m afraid that’s something I don’t even understand.”

“I’m not falling for you because you’re a slave Launch,” he smiled as he tugged on a strand of her navy hair, “I’m falling for you because you’re you, Launch.”

She blushed furiously, “I… That’s not what I’m talking about Tien, I mean, you could have anyone woman in the universe, you’re heir to half of it for gods sakes, why me?”

As he opened his mouth to answer, a man approached their table and bowed, “Tien, I have some urgent news.”

“Yes?” Tien asked, his visage becoming serious as he nodded towards the guard.

“Frieza requests the Great Five’s presence in the throne room immediately.”

“Hai,” Tien said, bowing his head slightly, “I will be there shortly.”

“Launch,” he said, turning his serious expression on her, “I have to go. See you soon.”

She smiled and nodded lightly, “I’m looking forward to it.”

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Unexpectedly, Frieza’s strongest allies, the Tamberigians, were dropping by unexpectedly for a short stay in the Grand Ship.

The Five were called to come greet them, by request, and they had gathered in the landing station and sat waiting alone.

Frieza and Zarbon would be arriving soon, they each knew, but were probably getting things together for the Tamberigian’s stay.

Bulma crossed her arms, disgusted by the thought of the new arrivals and ChiChi took a seat beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Bee, I’m so sorry.”

Bulma shrugged lightly, “It’s not your fault, Chi. It’s just … ugh, I hate that bastard.”

Vegeta was leaning against the wall nearby the two and frowned. He knew who Bulma was referring to; the Tamberigian’s captain, a tall, snaky man with yellow, cat like eyes and a perverted wondering hand. Oh, and a huge crush on Bulma.

“Do you know why they are here?” Goku questioned, scratching his head and taking a seat beside ChiChi.

Tien shrugged, still thinking about Launch, and attempted to clear his thoughts, “No idea. Frieza said that he had requested their stay, so--”

Bulma blinked and a smile came to her face, “--So, Frieza and Zarbon are going on a trip.”

“What?” Vegeta asked, glancing at the grinning woman, “And how do you know this? Frieza doesn’t just--”

“Frieza came to me the other day and requested our best ship.” Bulma nodded, “And you know when he leaves and takes Zarbon with him he always brings the Tamberigians to baby sit us.”

ChiChi frowned and chewed lightly on her lower lip, “Bulma, what is going through that head of yours?”

Bulma turned to her friend, the wicked grin still present on her lips, “We can take them out.”

“What?” Tien said, clearly surprised by her proposal.

“Yeah,” Bulma said with a nod, “Vegeta is significantly stronger, Goku is stronger than any one of those Tamberigian warriors, Tien, you’re a strong guy, Chi’s the strongest woman on this ship, and with my brains and--”

“Woa woa woa.” Tien said, shaking his head with a frown, “We are not ready for such a plot, I mean, perhaps with force -- but, what when Frieza and Zarbon return?”

Bulma smiled with a nod, “Then it’s just the two of them.”

Vegeta smirked as he began to understand her plan, “Yes. And with the leaders of the only truly loyal ally eliminated, they will be powerless against us.”

A nervous expression crossed Tien’s face, looking towards Goku and ChiChi for support, but knowing deep down that if it meant freeing Launch and removing Frieza from power, he was in.

Before another word of their plot could be said, Frieza and Zarbon entered with smiles, ready to welcome their guests, with faces of calamity clearly ignorant of the other five members in the rooms previous scheming of mutiny.