Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Price of Power ❯ Agenda ( Chapter 20 )

Price of Power

Second Half

By AMCM74

Chapter 20 - AGENDA

The Princess Bra buckled over and grabbed her stomach. She tried to breath, but it caught in her throat and would not go further. Panicked she came to her feet letting out a deafening cry as she buckled over the banquet table. The plates and various dishes went flying to the floor under her impact. Bra's small white hands were left clinching at the soft blue material of her gown. She coughed loudly, and a tiny trial of blood slipped down her chin.

Bulma looked toward the scene. Seeing her daughter struggling to rise Bulma came to her feet with a shout of dread. "Bra, baby!"

Vegeta froze in the middle of lifting his cup to his lips. Seeing his precious daughter sliding from the table to the floor with a heave thud. Shock drove all thought from his head and he moved to her side so fast the chair he had been sitting on was flung aside and splintered against the wall.

"Go… Goten." Bra murmured as she tried to stand. She reached out trying grasping the side of the table for support. The movements only serving too throw her back to the floor, the tablecloth taking some of the plates and silverware with her. She withered in pain there. It was all she could do to keep breathing, each draw bringing her a new burning sensation through her abdomen.

Bulma pushed the onlookers aside and came to stand over her daughter. She raised her hand to her mouth, not daring to touch her agonized daughter. She could merely look on at the scene that played out before her own horrified eyes. Wondering helplessly as to what caused her daughter such a terrible reaction. Was it a sickness, or a poison? There was no way of knowing until some one took her to the medical center in the palace. Bulma started to order the nearby warrior to do just that, as Vegeta came into view out of the corner of her brilliantly blue eyes.

Vegeta pushed Bulma aside with one arm, and fell to his daughter's side. Bulma thought for a moment that her mat had a thick mist of tears in his eyes, but that could not be correct. The Vegeta, King of the Saiyans never cried. Bulma trembled demanding herself to remain calm. Vegeta was not crying, she didn't see it.

Vegeta gathered his daughter into his arms, unmindful of the presences of others. It didn't matter at this moment if people saw his affection for his youngest child now or not. All that mattered was doing all he could to see her through this. "Bra…" He looked down at her sternly forcing the tears from his eyes. She fought his touch then wildly, shaking from shock and cold in his arms. Vegeta snarled, calling on his rage to keep him focused. He did not want to believe what he knew in his heart was true. "BRA!" The bright blue of her eyes were clinched shut, and she was dragging in each breath in labored ragged in uneven bursts. Vegeta held her close willing his child to live through sheer power of his own will. At that moment, almost immediately, as if no longer tolerating the telepathic assault on her being, she fell limp. The once grasping hand hit the floor, as he head fell back, the floating waves of blue hair drifting from the deathly pallor of her face. Vegeta could not hide his horror from those around him. "Breathe!" He grabbed his daughter's shoulders firmly and shook her. "DAMN YOU BRA!! You're a Demi! You're not this weak! Breathe!"

Bra's head merely lolled from side to side at his vicious shakes, the rest of her body motionless.

Bulma began sobbing in earnest behind him. Vegeta glared back at his mate. "She is not gone! Don't act like she is dead!" He looked back down at the face of his daughter, he shook her again, "Breathe!" Vegeta commanded with every fiber of his being. This was his daughter, the child that he had held close to his side through out her life. She was a Demi, and fully capable of battle, just like her brother. Although, he had never viewed her as much of a warrior. He secretly saw Bra as the embodiment of the love he had for his human mate. Trunks was the child that he had kidnapped Bulma for. He was the means to the end, but Bra was the child of their love. He had been gifted with a daughter who was the image of his woman, and he had cherished this chance to shower the affection he had not been permitted too show Bulma, on her. Loving your child was one thing that was allowed to him. Openly adoring an alien species, that was worthy of little more then destruction was quite another thing on Vegeta-sei, especially as their King. So while he had to remain cold and aloof with his mate in front of others, he could openly and fully realize that love through this child. He would not lose his precious gift. He grabbed Bra's fragile arms in his hands and shouted again. He would not let her go until some one pried her cold body from his hands. "Wake up, and BREATHE!" Pulling her close to chest, Vegeta held her against his heart. "Damn you, child, breathe for your Papa." As if some gracious deity had heard him, Bra gasped and her eyes flew open. Life slipped back into her pale form.

She took a few very large breaths before trying to pull back form her father's fierce hold. Finding she could not get free she looked up in confusion at her mother. "What happened to me?"

Vegeta loosened his grip. He felt the scowl slid across his features, and let go of her. Dark eyes pinned on her and he reached down to run his hand over her neck. Vegeta pulled his hand back and stared numbly at the crimson liquid on his fingers. The bond mark was bleeding. There was only one cause for this. He knew it the moment his daughter had collapsed on the table. Pulling his hand away he stared mutely at its redness on his fingertips.

Bra's attention was drawn to what so fascinated her father. She grabbed her father's hand as realization settled in, and then grabbed her neck "No. It… can't be." The moment she touched the tender wound she let out a shriek of sheer heartbreak "GOTEN! My GOTEN!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Bulma was suddenly with them. She knelt holding her daughter's head gently, as Vegeta stood shaking in outraged fury. There was only one thing that could have caused this to happen, and that left one action, left to take. Kakkarot and his family must have killed Goten. For what purpose, and to meet what end he really had no idea, nor did he care. Still Vegeta was done with the idle threats. They had been forgiven and he had been far too lenient to many times. It was time that those Earth Demis were put right where they belonged. Firmly crushed under Vegeta's boot!

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Pan squealed with delight as she ran out the front door to greet Marron. The blonde woman was struggling with a wiggly baby under one arm and the heavily stocked diaper bag in the other. Pan was only too happy to gather the little Garron in her arms. Marron sighed looking over at the fussy child. She ran a hand through the stray locks that had come free of her haphazard ponytail, and pondered her child's reaction. He had been unusually cranky for the last few hours. Marron's even-tempered mother had played it off as teething, advising just to wait a while before toting him to the doctor's office. Her father, Krillin, had told Marron to relax and that it was probably the stress of Prince Trunks' appearance that was eating at her. The young Demi was sensing the fear deep with in his mother and was merely reacting to it. Marron believed she knew her child well. Although the advice she had been given was all good enough reasons, and quite possible. She still felt deep in her heart that there was probably more to this sudden bout of screaming fits then met the eye. She shrugged dejectedly; maybe she was over reacting to it. She let the screaming child go over to Pan with out a fight. For the first time since she approached the house she looked up at the man standing next to Son Gohan.

The world spun in front of her and the buzzing assaulting her ears was merciless. It was if she was standing in a waking nightmare. Prince Trunks stood there side by side with Pan's father staring icily down at her. She looked at Gohan, her jaw working, but no words seemed to spring forward. It seemed to an uninformed on looker that the two men had formed a united front. Marron turned her glare to Trunks in open defiance.

Trunks crossed his arms and directed his attention over at the child. "So Pan, this is Goten's child?"

Pan stiffened at his words. She really wised he had broached the topic more carefully. She watched the anger cross Marron's features. It was clear that Marron was not about to give and inch when it came to Garron. "No." the blue eyes narrowed to near slits as she placed herself between Pan and Trunks. "He is my child. I was the one who carried, bore and nursed him. You remember that before you think to tangle with me over this." She tossed her hair behind her. "Goten was merely a side distraction on a trip to your filthy planet."

Trunks sneered and clinched his fists. It was hard to let the woman speak of Goten like that. Although he knew had the situation been reverse and Goten had known about the child she would have never escaped with the child. Trunks really had no idea what would have happened or how it would have played out with Bra. The fact that Goten did not know about his child was the only thing that prevented his all out assault in this world. Trunks had to admit that he would have done the same had Pan bore his child, and the sought to hide it from him. He walked down and nodded to Marron. "I hear and understand what you are saying, Marron of Earth." He arched and eyebrow at the blonde and added. "May I hold him? The child is Goten child, and for that reason alone I would like to see him." Trunks looked from Marron to Pan witting to see what each would do and how they would react.

Marron squirmed under the steady gaze. She swallowed hard and looked at Pan out of the corner of her eye. It was obvious she was deferring to the younger girl's judgment on this matter.

Pan looked at Trunks for a long moment before hesitantly handed Garron over to him.

Garron was smoothly settled in the arms of the Prince of Vegeta, and looked up rather unperturbed by this. He was the image of his father, and his father before him. Bardock would be overjoyed to know that his bloodline was so strong that is fairly overpowered everything else. The child yawned and looked up at the new comer with slight interest. To Garron it was just another person to hand him a bottle.

Trunks smiled as she swept the boy with an approving glance. "You cannot deny this boy who his father is." He looked the little face over, from the dark black eyes to the spiky ebony hair. "I have seen this boy before." He added to Garron. "You are the image of your father."

Marron growled and fired back "And his father before him. A father he was robbed from I might add."

"And his father before him." Trunks challenged. "Do not for get Bardock. He lived a great part of this life believing that Kakkarot, err Goku," Blue eyes turned to looked at Gohan apologetically "was dead and lost to us." With a huge sigh, Trunks shifted and then cradled the child to his chest "You have nothing to fear Marron. You can stop looking at me like I will make a break for my pod. I have promised Pan that Garron will not suffer your loss." There was a hint of sadness as he added. "So it seems another generation of Bardock's line will grow up not knowing his father. Truly sad as it is."

Marron tried to squelch the guilt that was suddenly chewing at her soul. She tried not to deny that child anything. But it seemed in this she was the villain. NO. Do not think that way! Garron had to be protected from Goten. If she did not, it would be her crying over her son's loss. Garron would be turned into another of Planet Vegeta's very skilled killing machines. He would be another Vegeta or Goten. It was not happening to her son. Not now, not ever.

Garron yawned again and tilted his head up to meet Trunks gaze with heavy eyes. He didn't seem to see what all the fuss was over, and after a long day of fussing and crying it was time for a nap.

Trunks felt tears sting in his eyes and repressed them. If things were going to go, as he wanted soon his child would in his arms before the year was out. Garron would have another Demi to play with. He let out a low chuckle. He thought of Goten and himself as children. God save this world, if that was ever to be brought around to pass again.

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Q stretched as he stared out at the landscape before him. The Earth was a rich planet in deed. It had many things that other lacked. He sensed Blizzard coming up to standbehind him. The Ice-jin was growing anxious and nervous, not that Q could blame him. They had just cold bloodedly murdered one of planet Vegeta's Princes. Now just the Crown Prince stood between them and their ultimate desire. Q swept his cold black gaze over the surface and knew he was out there somewhere. Q could feel the power of the Demis already. Even in their suppressed form he could sense it. They were grouped close together at this time. It was best to wait until they were separated and take them out one at a time. General Q knew that he could probably take out two of them at a time if he had too, but he was no fool. These Demis were strong, his fight with Goten had proved that to him. If he made a frontal assault on the united front he would die. He turned to see Blizzard staring out at the planets beauty. The long black tail waving behind him, each slap of the on the ground kicking up more and more debris "Tell me, my friend, have you ever seen a planet so lush and green like this one."

Blizzard shook his head and squared his shoulders "You know I have not." Then as if to explain him self he continued. "I stay away from the oxygenated Planets. It keeps me away from you Saiyans. I find it safer that way and easier to stay alive."

Blizzard remembered a distant time when he had been on a planet like this one though. It was where he had first encountered Q. He had been a small child. The Saiyans were killing all his people, the Ice-jin. His mother had hidden him in a secret compartment to keep him safe from the invading forces.

"Blizzard you will be the one to rise up and avenge us all." She informed the trembling child. "Remember you are the SON of Lord Cooler, grand child of King Cold himself. You are one of the strongest being in the universe. Remember this day and make them pay with their lives." With that she closed the door and had disappeared from his life forever.

Blizzard had remained quiet and well hidden, until he could take the cramped quarters no longer. He slipped out of his hiding space, and was stunned to see the bodies of the dead. He turned to run only to be confronted with his most dreaded of enemies, a Saiyan warrior.

Q had prepared to kill the little Ice-jin; it was a simple enough task. It was the simple back step that had done him in. The look in the child's eyes was sobering, as he stared out at the horror that had been his home world. The bodies of his people scattered about like garbage. The blood of the dead running in streams over the planet surface, and the clear skies were filled with thick choking smoke. Blizzard saw even his own mother's body as lay dead not far from his make shift hiding place.

Q had known his orders well. Vegeta had commanded all the Ice-jin must die! But Q could not bring himself to carry out that order on this one. When he looked back on that say he still did not know what had over come him. Inexperience was the only excuse he had. He was still a lower level warrior, and had barely begun to make his way up the ranks. This was far more risky then anything he had ever dared before. Q knelt before the boy and said in an emotionless tone, "Who are you, boy."

Blizzard tried hard to quell his shaking. He had to be brave. He had to be strong. Just remembering who he was gave him the confidence to speak. "I am Blizzard, Son of Lord Cooler."

Q blinked in shock. A member of the royal family! So there it was his death was assured. Q raised his hand to the child's face and prepared the deathblow. Blizzard merely watched not moving. The little Ice-jin never blinked as he bravely awaited his death. Some where deep inside he know this was far better then living. He welcomed it.

At the last moment Q dropped his hand. "I can't do it." He knew that is was a direct act of treason, but he could not bring himself to kill a weaponless, lone child. "Listen boy, I know a place I can take you. You will be safe there for a time, after that it's up to you." Q turned from the Ice Jin. "Follow me, if you want to live."

Blizzard took an unsure step after the Saiyan. Was this a trick? He looked out the bodies about him; with a shrug he decided that even if it was there was nothing left for him here. In fact, there was nothing left for him anywhere.

Snapping back to the present, Blizzard stood larger, strong, and more deadly then an army of seasoned fighters. He had lived a horrible life, struggling just to survive. All this only served to make him a formidable foe, but it also gave him a deep seeded desire for peace and safety. When the General Q had sought him out he had offered him just that. The only things between him and his goal was a few Saiyan lives, and like that really mattered to him? He stared at the man to which he owed his life. General Q had been different in those days though. Now he was growing colder, more ruthless, and far more Saiyan. Blizzard noted this silently. As Q and Blizzard grew more powerful Q grew more dark, brash and dangerous. Soon Blizzard doubted he could trust the General. Shaking his head thoughtfully he knew they would have to break company soon. It would have to be that way if Blizzard wanted to survive.


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Pan watched as Trunks bounced a giggling Garron on his lap. He talked to the boy about his own exploits as a child. Pan smiled warmly at the scene before her. It was nice to hear that Trunks had a happy childhood. She was learning things about her she would probably have never known otherwise. It seemed that Goten had not been so happy. Trunks had seemingly tormented her uncle ruthlessly. It was a wonder that Goten had not rebelled against him in the end. Pan could not help but laugh right along with Garron, as Trunks spoke. He was truly delighted with the child. She had a warm feeling rush over her, as her thought turned to the children they would someday have together. He would make a truly wonderful father. It was surprising to think of the arrogant Saiyan Prince as an instinctively good father. Yet before her was the proof and there was no denying it.

Trunks looked up to see Pan staring at him those deep thought in her dark eyes. It almost took his breath away. *What are you thinking, Pan?* He looked back down at the chubby hand Garron held out reaching for his face

"I was thinking what a great father you will make." She blushed a bit as she admitted it. There was no use in trying to hide what she was thinking from him. Through their bond he could easily read it in her thoughts with little resistance. It had been nice that he had not done so. Instead he had given her the chance to freely confess where her thoughts were traveling.

Trunks smiled and held Garron out in front of him "I think, I will give you back to your mother." He stood up completely at ease with the squirming bundle in his arms. "I will be back in just a moment, Pan. We will take a walk."

Pan grinned at him. She didn't need to read his mind to know where his thoughts were straying. "A long walk?"

Trunks was quick to answer "Not far, but we might be gone for a while."

When he returned, he wasted no time in grabbing her hand. Drawling her out the front door, and away from the house. So intent was he on her and his plans that be failed to notice the faint trace of danger in the air, or the silent eyes that watched them.

"This could be our chance Blizzard." General Q said over his scouter. He had not expected that Prince Trunks would leave himself so vulnerable to attack this suddenly. "Prince Trunks is moving away from the house with his woman." Q narrowed his eyes and growled. "I have been unable to access if they have bonded yet or not."

Blizzard sat by a near by river pitching rocks into it lazily. "As if I have any idea what you mean by the bonding term. You have yet to realize I have no desire to have knowledge of your race. They of are no interest to me other then the fact they all want me dead."

Q groaned and slapped his hand over his face. "It has to do with our mating rituals."

Blizzard bit back the urge to gag out right. "The please spare me the details. I would rather not know."

General Q chuckled and pressed onward, "But a Saiyan bond is a tricky thing. If he has in fact bonded with her, she will not only be his mate! She will be telepathically linked to him. If we are to kill him we must make sure she dies as well. She will know if we kill him, and be able to identify us, if the breaking of the bond does not kill her out right. We can't have her telling everyone about you, understand?"

Blizzard nodded and tossed another rock in the water. "Yes I do." Then as if they were simply discussing a day to day event he asked, "How do you want to do this?" Blizzard stood up, brushing off his hands and prepared for the battle ahead.

"It will have to be quick and clean. We do not want to alert the other Demis or Kakkarot to our presences." Q whispered, as he stared at the young lovers walking together. "I say we take the Prince out, and then deal with his mate. As long as he is out of the picture my plan here will work."

"So in the end I will be free of bounties and assassins?" Blizzard asked again.

"There will still be King Vegeta to deal with, but once I am bonded with his daughter Bra I can see what I can do about changing his mind." Q informed him. "At the very least I can get you to a safe zone of the galaxy where you can live in reasonable safety."

Blizzard growled with irritation "I don't get why we just don't kill him of as well. With the royal family gone there is no one left to give the order for my extinction."

Q shifted with annoyance. Blizzard was like a broken record when it came to this one small detail. Perhaps he would just kill the Ice-jin and be done with it after all. Q snapped back over the scouter "Let me tell you this, I am still unendingly loyal to King Vegeta. He has gifted me with much in this life. I will not be responsible for taking his life or any conspiracy against his personal welfare. Therefore his and his mate's life are off limits. I can gain the power we need by bonding to the Princess Bra. I wont be part of any conspiracy against him"

Blizzard flicked off his scouter, and looked at the sky. This was highly infuriating. "No, but you will murder his son and claim his daughter as your mate just to get your hands on his throne." He shrugged, and added with sarcastic venom, "Makes perfect sense to me. Saiyans! They are all delusional."