Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nossoreg's Revenge ❯ Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

"What are you talking about?" Trunks demanded when Vegeta remained silent.

"Hasn't your father told you the history of the great Saiyan race?" Nossoreg asked in false shock.

"Drop it!" Vegeta ground out between his teeth. He glared at Nossoreg with a deadly stare.

"Allow me to explain, Trunks," Nossoreg went on, ignoring Vegeta's warning. "You see, your grandfather was King Vegeta. That made your father a prince. But since the Saiyan race demands that their king be the best, both physically and mentally, your father was never able to claim the title. And I think we all know why," he added with a pointed glance at Goku.

Goku looked over at Vegeta, who stood with his back to the group. He could tell by the way Vegeta's muscles bulged with anger that Nossoreg had spoken the truth.

"I had no idea, Vegeta," Goku said quietly. "Why didn't you tell me you couldn't be king without defeating me?"

"I don't need your pity, Kakarot!" Vegeta managed through his red fog of rage. "It doesn't matter anyway. We are the last of the Saiyan race. There is no one left to rule over."

"Oh, Vegeta!" Bulma whispered sympathetically, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"But when I died, why didn't you claim the title?" Goku asked. "You were the strongest then."

"I was not able to prove it. I was the only one left."

Vegeta's quiet admission made everyone realize just how alone he had been. They knew that he and Goku were the last pure blood of their kind, but Goku had been on earth since he was a baby. No one had really considered Vegeta's feelings about living here.

"What about us, Dad? We're Saiyans," Trunks said.

"But not pure blood," Vegeta said. "A Saiyan can only challenge another full Saiyan for a royal title. That is how it has been for centuries. Now it is all over. When Kakarot and I are gone, so is our race."

"But, Vegeta, at least we can be proud of the new race we started," Goku reasoned. "I think it's better than the old one."

"In many ways, it is," Vegeta admitted. "But I can't expect you to understand. You don't remember Planet Vegeta."

"And yet," Nossoreg interrupted, "you never used the dragonballs to wish it back either. Now why is that, do you suppose?"

"Because it didn't deserve a second chance!" Vegeta shouted. "If they were stupid enough to let it be destroyed in the first place, then I have no pity for them!"

"Well said," Nossoreg nodded. "The Saiyans had the brawn, but not a brain among them. That was why you were given to Freiza for training."

Vegeta spun around. "I was not 'given' to Freiza!" he shouted.

"Oh, but you were," Nossoreg corrected. "Freiza could see that you were different from the others. You were quite the cunning child and he knew that would work against him if you were to end up his enemy. That is why he went to your father and 'offered' to take you under his wing. King Vegeta saw the benefits of having his son trained as no other Saiyan had been. You could have been the best leader Planet Vegeta ever had if your father hadn't panicked. He found out what kind of life you would have under Freiza and made a feeble attempt to save you. So Freiza not only destroyed him, he took out the rest of the planet just to make sure it wouldn't happen again. Isn't it nice to know that you were so wanted?" He then gestured to the chairs once more. "Now why don't you have a seat and we'll try to forget the past and focus on the future."

Vegeta pondered his words. Though the painful memories had gradually lost their grip on him after all these years, bringing them up again made him relive those uncertain days. Slowly, he took his seat once again, ready and determined to deal with anything.

"How do you know about all of that?" Gohan asked.

"I have done my share of traveling and research," he said. "Now, let's get on with business. This is how it will work. As a reward for you finding us, your loved ones have received light. For each accomplishment you do, they will receive the benefits. Understand?"

"And if we refuse?" Goku asked.

"You won't," he answered with confidence. "It's against your nature."

"Don't do anything he says!" Chi Chi shouted. "He's just a big bully!"

"That I am. But, I believe, this 'bully' is in charge" he added, casually waving the controller.

"What do you want from them?" Yamcha demanded.

"Now, let me think," Nossoreg said and tapped his finger against his chin. "I think we'll start small and work up from there. I'd like the dragon radar from the Capsule Corp."

"What?!" Bulma shouted. "You're not getting my dragon radar!"

"Well, that decision would be up to you men," Nossoreg said. "Remember that for every request you honor, they will get the reward. I don't think that tiny cell looks very comfortable, do you?"

The Saiyans inwardly groaned. This madman had them right where he wanted them. With their wives or mothers held captive, they had no choice but to do what he asked until they could find an opportunity to attack. Yamcha and Krillen worried about their friends, but knew there was nothing they could do. It was all in the hands of Nossoreg.

"Why don't you use your instant transmission?" Nossoreg suggested to Goku. "You could be there and back in just a matter of seconds. Then you can choose a luxury item for them to make their stay a bit more. . .tolerable."

Goku was surprised that Nossoreg knew about the instant transmission, but didn't ask. Obviously, he was telling the truth when he said he had not underestimated them. He seemed to know an uncomfortable amount of information about them.

"Kakarot," Vegeta whispered, keeping his eyes on Nossoreg. "Why don't you use your instant transmission to get to the women and transport them out of here? Then we can take care of this cretin once and for all!"

"All right, Nossoreg. I'll use my instant transmission," Goku agreed. He placed two fingers on his forehead and tried to concentrate on Chi Chi, Bulma, and Videl's energy. When the seconds stretched by and he still hadn't been able to lock onto them, he turned to Vegeta.

"It's not working," he whispered. "I can't seem to get a strong enough fix on their energy."

"But they're standing right in front of us!" Vegeta hissed back.

"I know! But it still isn't working!"

"You won't be able to transmit passed the energy field," Nossoreg said as if he could hear what they were saying. "So any plans you had of getting to them or me will not work."

Vegeta cursed under his breath. The plan would have worked if Nossoreg hadn't been so thorough. He seemed to know more about them than they knew about each other. It would be extremely hard to fight an enemy like that, but somehow they had to wait until he slipped up. He only hoped they would be ready for it when it happened.

"The dragon radar is in the top drawer behind the door of Bulma's workshop," Vegeta told Goku. "We may as well play along until we can come up with an idea that will work."

"I'll be right back," Goku promised them and disappeared.