Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Obsession ❯ True Prince ( Chapter 14 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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She tore her gaze away from the blank stare she was receiving.Vegeta’s coldness pained her, like a knife slicing shallowly against her skin.It was not threatening to her in any way, but the sting of his indifference still coursed through her.

She wiped the lonely tear from her cheek and looked on desolately as Zora shook her father.She reached out and placed a comforting hand on the little girl’s shoulder.“Zora?”She whispered softly.

Zora relented her shaking as she slowly turned to face the beautiful woman that had held her safely, only moments before.“What’s wrong with him?”She murmured sadly, “Why won’t Daddy wake up?Is he gone forever like Mommy?”Her emerald eyes searched the cerulean depths of the older woman.

In the background, Kor’s voice could still be heard shouting.A curious crowd had now gathered around the quartet, murmuring their concerns and disapproval.

Bulma blinked, her eyes shuttering from the reaction of the little girl.Then, a choking cough from the fallen man, caught their attention.They both focused their attention on Zarbon, watching him critically for any other sign or movement.Bulma reached out and pressed her fingers against the side of his neck.

There was a pulse;

But it was weak.

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Bulma squinted against the dim light of the lantern. she had first entered Kor’s hut, the musty smell had hit her full force, causing her to grow nauseas and dizzy.But all that passed away as she focused her energies on healing Zarbon.

She looked at him lying on the small cot with a deep seated remorse.Yet a small smile of relief twitched at her lips.It seemed as though Kor’s healing potions came into use efficiently.She had to admit that he did his job as a healer well.After the initial screaming at Vegeta, Bulma persuaded him to focus his attention upon his dying son in-law.

She was so stunned at Vegeta’s attempt, that she didn’t have any words to describe how she felt.She was upset about his lack of tact, and annoyed at him for barging in on her completely out of the blue!

The wound that Vegeta had caused was not life threatening, much to her relief.It appeared that Vegeta had other ideas of torture in mind for Zarbon and so had refrained from killing him, opting to wound him mortally instead.

Not that it was excusable to wound him in any case.Even though she understood his reasons for hurting Zarbon, she was still angry with the Saiyan Prince and so she refused to look at him for the time being.She was being stubborn, and that was her nature.

But deep down, Bulma knew that he had seen Zarbon as a threat and had merely acted upon impulse at seeing the green alien so close to her.She cast a sideways glance in his direction, across the small room and shook her head resignedly.He looked ready to explode.It was amazing that Kor had even allowed Vegeta to return to his home!

Originally, the elder man had been reluctant, but Bulma secretly convinced him to reconsider as she explained the strange circumstances in which Zarbon and Vegeta had known each other. was now in the other room, mixing more healing Porani.

Her brow furrowed.She hoped Zarbon wouldn’t take the attack too seriously.Hopefully no repercussions would come from this little skirmish.

As a low moan came from Zarbon’s throat, she took the towel from his forehead and rinsed it once again in the small steel bowl.She lightly dabbed his brow, shifting uncomfortably on the tiny stool Kor had given her to sit on.

The hut was bare and filled with only the amenities needed for survival, and yet it still had a homely feel to it, that Bulma warmed to.Although the smell was slightly putrid, the love that flowed from the walls of the hut couldn’t be denied.

“Is he going to be ok?”A small voice asked her from behind.

Bulma glanced back as she placed the cloth over Zarbon’s forehead again.Kor had told her that he had put sleeping ointment into the water that she was using.It was supposed to reduce his pain and it seemed to be working.

She smiled at Zora, “Of course he’s going to be ok.He’s the strongest fighter in the universe.”

Zora smiled back at her, and Bulma felt her heart warm.She frowned as she heard Vegeta grunt sardonically.Having enough of the disgruntled Saiyan, she looked at Zora seriously.

Bulma raised her eyebrow as an idea entered her head.“Why don’t you go over to Vegeta and talk to him about your Daddy’s fighting skills?”

The little girl cast an apprehensive look at Bulma.“Are you sure it’s safe to talk to Mean Man Aunty Bulma?He looks kinda mean.I know you said he didn’t mean to, but he did try to kill my Dad.”She said bluntly, as every child does.

If Zora were honest, then she would say she was more than frightened of the angry looking man that sat in her grandfather’s house.He was intimidating, and she still felt cross that he had tried to kill her father.

“He won’t bite,” Bulma remarked carefully with amusement.“He was just surprised to see your father,” she reassured, “And he acted out of impulse.Your father and ‘Mean Man’ over there have a lot of history between them, and it’s not all good.Maybe you could ask him why they were never friends.”

Zora’s eyes lit up, “You mean, Daddy used to fight with him all the time?Who won?!”She asked eagerly.

Bulma winked conspiratorially, “Ask him,” she whispered, giving the little girl a nudge in Vegeta’s direction.It would certainly be a good punishment for the Saiyan Prince to spend a little quality time with Zarbon’s daughter.If Bulma had the capacity to do so, she would have cackled at that moment.

As Vegeta glared at her darkly from the corner of the room, she continued her small vigilance over the unconscious man.She shook her head, “Well Zarbon, a lot has happened to me in the past few months, but this definitely takes the cake,” she mumbled to him in amusement.

And, just as she was about to turn away, she could have sworn she saw the unconscious man’s lips curve into a humorous smile.

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Vegeta continued to glare at Bulma from his corner, thinking that he should have just killed Zarbon there and then.It would have saved him a lot less trouble, albeit Bulma would have been more enraged than ever, but he didn’t really care what she thought.She was not going to dictate what he could or could not do in life, and that he was certain of.

Just as he looked down, a small shadow fell across his lap.He frowned and looked up to find himself staring into a pair of startling emerald eyes.

Zarbon’s daughter.

When he had found out from the floating conversations between the old Dranien and Bulma, he couldn’t believe his ears.Zarbon had a daughter?!It was too awkward for Vegeta to acknowledge.The blood thirsty warrior, who prided himself in war at being a ruthless killer, had a five year old daughter!It was laughable from Vegeta’s perspective.

The green goon was already weak, but he had just sealed his fate by spawning a child.The idiot.He could never have respected warriors such as Zarbon, always changing their ways and attitudes in life.It was completely foolish.He would much rather stick to one agenda.Be the strongest and the best, and kill the people who get in his way.

Starting with Bulma’s brain-dead friend, Kakarott.

Although, he had taken an interest in Bulma…But she was different, she was a challenge.A challenge mentally, of course.Physically, she was an insect compared to him but if Vegeta loved anything at all, it was a challenge.And he always rose to the occasion.

He looked over to the blue haired scientist again, and eyed her suspiciously as she tended to the wounded alien.At the moment, he felt her resentment, yet he also felt her understanding, which was a good sign.She was upset with him, but it would pass and he didn’t really care for injuring Zarbon.They had too much history between them, to be just forgotten.

Vegeta watched her sigh longingly, and he found himself frowning.This affection she had for other men would not do!It was time he took control.He was going to conquer this woman, no matter what it took.He wouldn’t allow their bond to go any further than the physical stage, and he would bring her to her knees.He smirked.By the end of this, she was going to worship him as a Prince should be worshipped.

His attention swayed as Zarbon’s daughter coughed lightly to gain his awareness.

Vegeta turned back to look at the little girl critically.

He detested children.They were whiny, intolerable little beasts, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to hate this one.It was strange.He had tried with all of his black soul to find a shred of hate within him for this little one, but he just couldn’t find it, even though she was the offspring of one the most hateable men the universe had to offer.

The thought unnerved him.Perhaps he was getting too soft.He sneered at her and watched with interest as she forced herself to stare back at him without emotion.

He was impressed by her spirit, but he obviously wouldn’t let that show.

Instead, he scowled threateningly, “What is it, brat.”He demanded gruffly, intrigued by the tiny girl he could crush in a second, if he wanted to.

She was the first child that had not run from him in fear.Maybe, just maybe, if she had enough strength and willpower in her, she would make a substantial warrior.Of course, having Zarbon as a father, was no role model to have.But under Vegeta’s wing, he could turn her into a perfect killing machine.

“My name is Zora.”

He frowned at the snippy remark, “What!” he spat cruelly.

“You called me brat,” she answered back smartly, “My name isn’t brat, it’s Zora.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, “It’s obvious your father would give you such a predictable name.No wonder the man has no awareness of his surroundings.He’s completely brainless!” commented meanly, enjoying the look of fury that spread across the angelic young face.

“You take that back!”Zora cried hotly, clenching her fists.

Children could be so amusing at times, he thought to himself.Vegeta could tell she was about to burst, and so he continued his verbal torture with incredible enjoyment.“And what if I don’t?”He taunted, “Are you going to run and cry to your Daddy?It seems to me that he’s a little busy being unconscious to listen to your whining, little girl.”

He snarled, baring his teeth as he spoke, “Run along to Daddy, I’m sure he’s missing you,” he hissed.Now he was being plainly cruel, but he couldn’t help it.Children brought out that nature in him, and this tiny girl was giving him more than enough ammunition to use.

Even though she didn’t appear to be frightened.

That intrigued him even more.

“Fine!” Zora said, stamping her foot.“You can call me whatever you want, but I wanna know why you hurt my Daddy!”

Vegeta smirked, “Because he annoyed me,” he replied blandly.“Any other questions, brat?”He put a heavy emphasis on the last word, enjoying the look of contempt that flashed across the little girl’s face.It was rare to see a child with so much fire and spirit.In a frightening way, she reminded him of Bulma.

“I can’t believe Aunty Bulma’s your friend!”She said, her voice trembling slightly.“If I was her, I would hate you forever, because you’re horrible and mean, and cruel and…And, you have stupid pointed hair!!”Zora huffed out unexpectedly in defense.

He froze at the outburst, ridiculous though it was, he couldn’t help but force the oncoming sneer away.

No one insulted his hair.

Vegeta growled as he heard Bulma’s muffled giggles coming from across the room.Damn woman.He would not be slighted by a five year old.“Look you little twit, get away from me, before I blast you away!”

“NO!”Zora cried, sticking her tongue out as she firmly planted her feet on the ground before the Saiyan Prince.“You have stupid hair, you have stupid hair!”She continued on speaking in a sing-song voice as she danced around the small room in circles, making the flaw of Vegeta’s hair public news to everyone.

They could hear Kor chuckling from the other room in the hut.

Without thinking, Vegeta raised his hand unconsciously to send a ki ball her way.Fortunately for Zora, Bulma had been watching and sent him a reprimanding look.He glowered at her before lowering his hand slowly, shaking his head.How had the mighty Saiyan Prince been reduced to listening to the antics of a five year old child?!He should at least be able to punish the little brat for her insolence.

Bulma sighed, shaking her head.In her heart of hearts, she knew Vegeta could change, if he only let himself experience his emotions.But she also knew the stubborn Prince enjoyed his moments of superiority, and so it was a lost case.“Zora?”She called out, trying to get the girl away from the irate Prince.

Zora stopped spinning around and looked at the older woman with a sweet smile, “Yes?”

With a glint of amusement in her eye, Bulma answered, “Don’t tease, it’s not nice.”

The green eyed girl giggled and rolled her eyes, “But he’s so easy to annoy!”She said, laughing as she pointed at Vegeta’s thundering face.

There was a solid thud and both Bulma looked towards the storming Prince, standing beside the stool that had fallen as he abruptly rose from his place.It was the last straw for Vegeta.Zora backed away, her heart pounding wildly as a deadly look came over Vegeta’s face.His eyes glinted manically as he advanced upon the little girl.“Listen here, you little bi-”

“Vegeta!”Bulma cried out angrily in shock, what on earth had gotten into him?It was as though some angry force had possessed the Saiyan Prince.She grimaced as he looked at her coldly.

“I will not be insulted by the spawn of Zarbon!”He growled in annoyance, “I don’t care if she’s a child, she needs to learn how to control that dim-witted mouth of hers!”He crossed his arms decidedly, unmoving from his exclamation or position.

Kor’s chuckling ceased.His shadow loomed in the doorway, ready to defend his grand daughter.

Bulma grimaced as Zora ran to her and buried her head in the crook of her neck.She gently stroked the gleaming sea green hair as she tried to soothe the frightened child.“And you need to learn to control your temper!”She shot back, furious at Vegeta’s childish ranting.

His face grew stony as she uttered the words, without a second glance, he moved towards the small door of the hut.He was not going to stand there and listen the woman’s bullshit lecture on behaviour.

Why had he even bothered to lower himself into entering such a filthy place?At that moment, Vegeta could not have cared less about the wounded green alien that had tormented his life when he was in Frieza’s army.Zarbon was no threat to himself or Bulma and that was enough.

But that didn’t mean that he would forget the years of abuse he had received.When the time was right, he would exact his revenge.Away from the man’s annoying little brat and psychotic elderly father in-law.Away from Bulma’s piercing gaze.

“Where are you going?!”He heard Bulma call out to him as he stepped out of the door into the dense nightly atmosphere of Dran.

“To kill something!”He snapped back.

Before she could answer, he bent his knees and shot upwards into the indigo depths of Dran’s skies, leaving her behind to tend to the injured alien.

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Bulma felt a heavy sigh escape her lips.If there had been a door in the small exit of the house, she was certain Vegeta would have slammed it as he left.Or obliterated it.Luckily for her, the hut had little to offer the Saiyan Prince from releasing his anger.

As Zora pulled away from her, Bulma found herself looking intently into the little girl’s eyes.“Are you ok?”She asked tentatively.

Zora sniffled and rubbed the wet tears off her cheek slowly, “Yes, but I think I made him really mad…I’m sorry Aunty Bulma.I didn’t mean it.”

Bulma placed a false yet reassuring smile on her face, “It’s alright Zora, he’s like that with everyone.Sometimes his temper gets the better of him, and it makes him lash out at people.”

“Even you?”She asked in a small voice, her eyes growing large and round.

The blue haired scientist chuckled lightly as she leaned closer to Zarbon’s daughter to whisper;

“Especially me.”

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Vegeta stepped out of the travelling pod that had taken him down into the depths of Dran’s sea to the palace.The generally lively people of Dran at the landing dock had died away as the night progressed.However, there were still guards patrolling the area, to make sure that any unwanted guests were returned back to the surface.

He shot one of the guards a glare as they looked at him intently.All of the Dranien guards in the palace seemed to have been informed of the Prince’s visit to the planet.Unfortunately for them, they were not very welcoming.It was probably Drano’s doing.Vegeta sneered at the thought of the Dranien Prince.Why couldn’t he just blast the purple freak into the next dimension?!It would certainly lift one burden from his shoulders.

With troubled thoughts in his mind, he left the landing dock and made his way leisurely to one of the many training arena’s the palace had to offer.He entered a large cylindrical tunnel that led directly into the heart of the palace, the image of Bulma’s shocked face still lingered in his mind as he strolled down the walkway.The woman was insufferable.

He had to get away from her.

At first, Vegeta had been captivated and intrigued by her, so much so, that he allowed himself to get closer to her than any other female he had been with.His feelings had been bordering on obsession.He realised now, that even though he had gotten what he wanted, he still had not tamed the woman.That feat would take time.

Yet the passion that was between them couldn’t be doused.It was a dangerous game he was playing, for he had the uncanny sensation that he was going to get burnt if he didn’t step away from her, to sort out his mind.He should have been more focused on reaching the Legendary, rather than running circles around an insignificant woman.It was absurd.

But he couldn’t deny that he took great pleasure in their nightly antics.Perhaps he would keep her for that alone…Perhaps.

As he neared the end of the dimly lit tunnel, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of a Dranien fish gliding through the clear depths of the sea.He had forgotten that the tunnel was made from clear glass.The colossal fish swam closely to the tunnel that linked the landing dock with the palace. ’s silver gills glistened against the sheen of the glass tunnel as it swam away slowly, into the dark depths of the sea.

Vegeta watched it go, and slowly resumed walking to the other end of the tunnel.

He frowned.

Up ahead, at the entrance of the tunnel that led straight into the palace, he felt three ki signatures.Two powers were incredibly stronger than the third. They were strangely familiar to him, yet he couldn’t pinpoint how or why.

The two people were trying to hide from him, yet Vegeta knew it was futile as he could sense their power.They obviously had not learned the mastery of ki control.The third power, Vegeta recognized it to be that of King Doran’s.

He slowed his pace and rolled his eyes.“I suggest you come out, before I kill you all purposely for bothering with such childish antics as hiding.”He snapped, already irritated from his meeting with Zarbon.That alien always knew how to rub him up the wrong way.The green idiot deserved to die.

The King emerged first, bowing his head to Vegeta, before he stepped aside and let two shadowy large figures emerge from the entrance of the tunnel that led into the palace, they were still cloaked in darkness.

“Still the same, I see?”One of the figures replied wryly to Vegeta’s remark.The other remained silent.“We’ve been waiting for you for almost an entire day.”The shaded man continued, before stepping out into the light of the dimly lit tunnel.

Vegeta stared blankly at the overtly muscular man.He wore a familiar white chest plate, that caught Vegeta’s interest and his hair came down stiffly over his broad shoulders, in jagged black spikes.The man’s black eyes gleamed in a manner that Vegeta knew all too well.And although he was extremely tall, his power still paled in comparison to Vegeta’s.

The other figure stepped forth into the dim light of the tunnel, smirking with amusement.He looked almost the same as the other, except that his features were slightly more different, and he had more good humor in his face than the first one.Even though this one was shorter than the other, the muscular frame was still similar.

Realization came thundering down like an outburst of monsoon rain on a hot summer’s day.

Ten thousand shock waves travelled up Vegeta’s spine.He forced away a tremor of comprehension that threatened to cause an outward reaction.He would not allow them to see how affected he was at seeing them.

The were rogue Saiyans.

But how?

He had searched the entire galaxy for any other Saiyans that had not been destroyed by Frieza, and had found no survivors.It was impossible!A thousand questions came into the Saiyan Prince’s mind, causing confusion to spring forth. didn’t like being confused.It aggravated him to such great lengths, that he felt the need to destroy something.Anything.

The Saiyan that had already spoken, moved forward once more and knelt before Vegeta, bowing his head with his hand on his heart.The Saiyan way of greeting a Royal member of Vejita-sei.“I am Commander Radt, this is my brother Second Commander Rhuba of the Nikora fleet.”The other Saiyan known as Rhuba now also knelt before Vegeta.

Radt continued, “We have come to deliver you to our council… My prince.”He looked up, an interesting smirk twitched at his lips.

Deliver him to their council?What did they mean by that?Vegeta narrowed his eyes as the two Saiyans remained knelt before him.Somehow, it felt completely right.

“Rise,” Vegeta commanded in an stern voice.

The two Saiyans rose slowly.Radt did not allow himself to lose eye contact with the Prince.Instead, he continued to stare at the Saiyan Prince, secretly shocked at how small he was in comparison to himself.His time in Frieza’s clutches must have taken its toll upon the Prince.He could only imagine the torture his Prince had to endure,

The quiet Dranien King now spoke up from the sidelines, “Why don’t we continue this meeting in the throne room?You can discuss further issues there.”He proposed, but his tone left no room for argument.

Vegeta nodded, unable to argue, and motioned for them to start moving.

Radt and Rhuba stepped aside to let their Prince walk in front of them.Vegeta looked at both Saiyans with an unyielding glance before stepping in front, beside the Dranien King.

He had forgotten how such respect felt.

He hadn’t received it in Frieza’s army, nor had he received such respect on Earth from the humans.It was all new to him, and yet he did not feel uncomfortable.He was a Prince after all, this was the type of respect he had always wanted.And it was the type of respect he justly deserved.

And so for the first time since his enrolment into Frieza’s army;

Vegeta felt like the true Saiyan Prince he was meant to be.

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