Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Maljita 
Radditz rescues the weakened Prince from the ship's rubble and sends him back to Frieza's base. Kakarot gets nostalgic about the return of his son who was sent to purge a planet 12 years ago. Frieza's mystery business conducter is revealed as Bulma, who has a private meeting with Zarbon.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.24.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 470 | Status: Completed
Radditz rescues the weakened Prince from the ship's rubble and sends him back to Frieza's base. Kakarot gets nostalgic about the return of his son who was sent to purge a planet 12 years ago. Frieza's mystery business conducter is revealed as Bulma, who has a private meeting with Zarbon.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.24.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 470 | Status: Completed
Revelations
A/N: I have tons of inspiration for this~! Anyways, the daughter of Frieza will be introduced in the end of this chapter! I hope you're all pleasantly surprised. =) Can you guess who it is already? Hahaha. Anyways, review as always. All kinds of feedback is appreciated and thank you!
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A white gloved hand shot up through a pile of molten scrap metal. Moments later, the matching hand came out of the same pile of rubble and a set of arms followed shortly after. A saiya-jin came crawling out of the pile of shrapnel only to collapse on the hard surface of the planet his ship had crashed on moments later. He rolled over on to his back and let out a loud moan. Blood was pouring out of the side of his eye as a piece of the ship was stuck in his temple. Multiple cuts and bruises graced his beautiful form. He had crashed pretty bad. The worst part was that he didn’t even know what had caused the space craft to go haywire and crash. He had checked over all the details before he left Frieza’s ship and found nothing wrong.
His tail wagged in fury as he rolled over and began to push himself up on his knees. He groaned as he finally sat on the ground with all of his energy drained from his body. It took all of his might just to lift one finger up to the button on his scouter to try and get in touch with Nappa.
“Nappa!” He shouted into the mouthpiece.
“Prince Vegeta!” Nappa said in relief and shock at the same time. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, my ship crashed! I’m on some planet in the South Quadrant! Please get here as quick as you can! I need medical assistance!”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Prince Vegeta! Radditz is on his way there, too. He should be touching down before me.”
“Just hurry up!” Vegeta roared as he terminated the connection.
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“It’s been 12 years...,” Kakarot spoke as he stared out into the vast perimeter of space through the science wing windows of Frieza’s ship.
“Since your son was sent to purge Tanak-sei?” A deeper, more masculine voice answered as he took his place besides the younger version of himself.
Kakarot turned to his father, Bardock, and nodded.
Bardock, who was the head scientist on Frieza’s ship, asked, “Are you concerned?”
“I just want to know if he’s completed his mission and if he’s survived is all, and if he has then why hasn’t he returned to Vegeta-sei yet?”
The scientist chuckled as he replied, “Oh ér zi, when it is time for young Gohan to return home, he will know when that time is right. As for now, all you can do is wait. I know you are eager to see the warrior he has turned in to, but if our blood line runs as strongly in his veins as it does in our’s, I know that he will make it through whatever challenge is thrown at him.”
The flawless warrior smiled warmly at his father. His warmer side was not shown to many people outside of his family. It was a trait that he had gotten from his mother. The only people who got to see it were his father, his son, and his loving mate. If any of the other saiya-jin warriors knew he had a softer side, he would be shunned for sure. So, around his lineage, he held that strong saiya-jin image, and used his warrior instincts. He maimed and killed as he had to and used his saiya-jin talents to survive under Frieza’s wrathful hand.
But nobody knew of the plans he and his father had to take down Frieza’s empire.
He could only dream of the day of his liberation from Frieza’s watchful eye.
Forever.
---
Radditz arrived on the planet in the South Quadrant where his prince was located not too much later after Vegeta had contacted Nappa. He abruptly landed his space pod as he saw the mess that was once the ship that he had last seen Vegeta step foot on. It took him a moment before he could find Vegeta’s fading ki signature and immediately flew over to the bloodied prince and kneeled at his side. He took hold of the barely concious saiya-jin and examined his wounds.
“Prince Vegeta! What happened? Are you okay?,” Radditz quickly questioned seeing the state his prince was in.
“Does it look like I’m okay, you idiot?” Vegeta snarled in response. “Just hurry up and pull this piece of shrapnel out of my head! I need medical attention and FAST!”
“Right away, sire!” Radditz answered as he moved to the side where the shrapnel was seated in Vegeta’s temple. He had worked side by side with his father in the medical wing on several occasions so he was a professional when it came to tough medical procedures such as this one. He took a hold of the shrapnel in between his thumb and his forefinger and gently started to pull it out of the temple. He didn’t even know how Vegeta managed to survive with that lodged in his head. Usually, anything lodged in the temple was supposed to be an instant death sentence.
The taller saiya-jin quickly pulled a bandana out of his pocket as he pulled the rest of the piece of shrapnel out and quickly tied it around the younger saiya-jin’s head. He made sure it was tight so that it put pressure on the skull to stop the bleeding. As he bent to move the weakened saiya-jin, Vegeta’s voice stopped him short.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m putting you on my pod and sending you back to Frieza’s ship. You need serious attention in the medical wing!” Radditz responded.
“But Nappa--”
“We don’t have time to wait for Nappa! I need to get you back there now! I will stay here and wait for Nappa and return with him! I got strict orders from Frieza to find you and bring you back... alive!”
Vegeta merely grunted as he allowed the older warrior to board him into the space pod and send him on his way. He muttered, “idiot,” before his eyes slipped close and he fell into a state of unconciousness.
Radditz opened a link of communication with Nappa via his scouter.
“Nappa, I’ve found Vegeta. I’ve sent him back to Frieza’s ship on my space pod. Don’t turn around. I need a lift back to the base before Frieza sends people looking for me.”
“Copy,” was Nappa’s response before the link was cut.
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“I really shouldn’t be here, m’Lady, if your father knew I was here, he would have my head.” Zarbon stated as he walked down Cooler’s space craft’s corridor with a woman covering her face in a veil.
“Don’t worry, Zarbon. Nobody will even know it’s me. Besides, I look nothing like an Aisu-jin like my father. I’ll just be mistaken for a common whore, nothing more. It’s just business, Zarbon. Consider it doing my father a favor in a sense. You’re helping his daughter.”
“Whatever you say, m’Lady,” He responded as he nervously looked around.
“Zarbon,” She purred as she moved closer to the green skinned alien and wrapped her creamy lavendar patched arms around his neck. Her lips moving dangerously close to his ear as her breath fanned his neck sending chills down his spine. She smirked at the effect of her charm on her father’s soldier. “Just give me the saiya-jin’s name. Who is the saiya-jin that dares to defy my father, Zarbon?”
“Prince Vegeta,” He sighed out in obvious frustration at her seductive charm.
She removed her veil to uncover the creamy complexion of her beautiful face. Her powdered blue hair flowing in long, wavy tresses down around her back. Sapphire eyes mixed with royal purple swirls burned with an intense longing to crush the saiya-jin that dared to try and bring down her father’s Empire. Everything that her daddy worked so hard for, she was determined to save.
Her ruby lips curled up in a smirk and she whispered, “Thank you soldier. You are dismissed.”
“Baht,” he began to respond in her native language, “m’Lady Bulma.”
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Translations:
ér zi - son (mandarin)
baht [masculine] - yes (khmer)
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A/N: And there it is! I'm not going to add much here. So, uh, just review, and thanks for reading! =)
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A/N: I have tons of inspiration for this~! Anyways, the daughter of Frieza will be introduced in the end of this chapter! I hope you're all pleasantly surprised. =) Can you guess who it is already? Hahaha. Anyways, review as always. All kinds of feedback is appreciated and thank you!
---
A white gloved hand shot up through a pile of molten scrap metal. Moments later, the matching hand came out of the same pile of rubble and a set of arms followed shortly after. A saiya-jin came crawling out of the pile of shrapnel only to collapse on the hard surface of the planet his ship had crashed on moments later. He rolled over on to his back and let out a loud moan. Blood was pouring out of the side of his eye as a piece of the ship was stuck in his temple. Multiple cuts and bruises graced his beautiful form. He had crashed pretty bad. The worst part was that he didn’t even know what had caused the space craft to go haywire and crash. He had checked over all the details before he left Frieza’s ship and found nothing wrong.
His tail wagged in fury as he rolled over and began to push himself up on his knees. He groaned as he finally sat on the ground with all of his energy drained from his body. It took all of his might just to lift one finger up to the button on his scouter to try and get in touch with Nappa.
“Nappa!” He shouted into the mouthpiece.
“Prince Vegeta!” Nappa said in relief and shock at the same time. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, my ship crashed! I’m on some planet in the South Quadrant! Please get here as quick as you can! I need medical assistance!”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Prince Vegeta! Radditz is on his way there, too. He should be touching down before me.”
“Just hurry up!” Vegeta roared as he terminated the connection.
---
“It’s been 12 years...,” Kakarot spoke as he stared out into the vast perimeter of space through the science wing windows of Frieza’s ship.
“Since your son was sent to purge Tanak-sei?” A deeper, more masculine voice answered as he took his place besides the younger version of himself.
Kakarot turned to his father, Bardock, and nodded.
Bardock, who was the head scientist on Frieza’s ship, asked, “Are you concerned?”
“I just want to know if he’s completed his mission and if he’s survived is all, and if he has then why hasn’t he returned to Vegeta-sei yet?”
The scientist chuckled as he replied, “Oh ér zi, when it is time for young Gohan to return home, he will know when that time is right. As for now, all you can do is wait. I know you are eager to see the warrior he has turned in to, but if our blood line runs as strongly in his veins as it does in our’s, I know that he will make it through whatever challenge is thrown at him.”
The flawless warrior smiled warmly at his father. His warmer side was not shown to many people outside of his family. It was a trait that he had gotten from his mother. The only people who got to see it were his father, his son, and his loving mate. If any of the other saiya-jin warriors knew he had a softer side, he would be shunned for sure. So, around his lineage, he held that strong saiya-jin image, and used his warrior instincts. He maimed and killed as he had to and used his saiya-jin talents to survive under Frieza’s wrathful hand.
But nobody knew of the plans he and his father had to take down Frieza’s empire.
He could only dream of the day of his liberation from Frieza’s watchful eye.
Forever.
---
Radditz arrived on the planet in the South Quadrant where his prince was located not too much later after Vegeta had contacted Nappa. He abruptly landed his space pod as he saw the mess that was once the ship that he had last seen Vegeta step foot on. It took him a moment before he could find Vegeta’s fading ki signature and immediately flew over to the bloodied prince and kneeled at his side. He took hold of the barely concious saiya-jin and examined his wounds.
“Prince Vegeta! What happened? Are you okay?,” Radditz quickly questioned seeing the state his prince was in.
“Does it look like I’m okay, you idiot?” Vegeta snarled in response. “Just hurry up and pull this piece of shrapnel out of my head! I need medical attention and FAST!”
“Right away, sire!” Radditz answered as he moved to the side where the shrapnel was seated in Vegeta’s temple. He had worked side by side with his father in the medical wing on several occasions so he was a professional when it came to tough medical procedures such as this one. He took a hold of the shrapnel in between his thumb and his forefinger and gently started to pull it out of the temple. He didn’t even know how Vegeta managed to survive with that lodged in his head. Usually, anything lodged in the temple was supposed to be an instant death sentence.
The taller saiya-jin quickly pulled a bandana out of his pocket as he pulled the rest of the piece of shrapnel out and quickly tied it around the younger saiya-jin’s head. He made sure it was tight so that it put pressure on the skull to stop the bleeding. As he bent to move the weakened saiya-jin, Vegeta’s voice stopped him short.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m putting you on my pod and sending you back to Frieza’s ship. You need serious attention in the medical wing!” Radditz responded.
“But Nappa--”
“We don’t have time to wait for Nappa! I need to get you back there now! I will stay here and wait for Nappa and return with him! I got strict orders from Frieza to find you and bring you back... alive!”
Vegeta merely grunted as he allowed the older warrior to board him into the space pod and send him on his way. He muttered, “idiot,” before his eyes slipped close and he fell into a state of unconciousness.
Radditz opened a link of communication with Nappa via his scouter.
“Nappa, I’ve found Vegeta. I’ve sent him back to Frieza’s ship on my space pod. Don’t turn around. I need a lift back to the base before Frieza sends people looking for me.”
“Copy,” was Nappa’s response before the link was cut.
---
“I really shouldn’t be here, m’Lady, if your father knew I was here, he would have my head.” Zarbon stated as he walked down Cooler’s space craft’s corridor with a woman covering her face in a veil.
“Don’t worry, Zarbon. Nobody will even know it’s me. Besides, I look nothing like an Aisu-jin like my father. I’ll just be mistaken for a common whore, nothing more. It’s just business, Zarbon. Consider it doing my father a favor in a sense. You’re helping his daughter.”
“Whatever you say, m’Lady,” He responded as he nervously looked around.
“Zarbon,” She purred as she moved closer to the green skinned alien and wrapped her creamy lavendar patched arms around his neck. Her lips moving dangerously close to his ear as her breath fanned his neck sending chills down his spine. She smirked at the effect of her charm on her father’s soldier. “Just give me the saiya-jin’s name. Who is the saiya-jin that dares to defy my father, Zarbon?”
“Prince Vegeta,” He sighed out in obvious frustration at her seductive charm.
She removed her veil to uncover the creamy complexion of her beautiful face. Her powdered blue hair flowing in long, wavy tresses down around her back. Sapphire eyes mixed with royal purple swirls burned with an intense longing to crush the saiya-jin that dared to try and bring down her father’s Empire. Everything that her daddy worked so hard for, she was determined to save.
Her ruby lips curled up in a smirk and she whispered, “Thank you soldier. You are dismissed.”
“Baht,” he began to respond in her native language, “m’Lady Bulma.”
---
Translations:
ér zi - son (mandarin)
baht [masculine] - yes (khmer)
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A/N: And there it is! I'm not going to add much here. So, uh, just review, and thanks for reading! =)
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