Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: leavingdress92 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 378 | Status: Completed
Bulma yawned and stretched across her bed. She realized Vegeta was no longer in bed with her and she frantically looked around, "Vegeta?"
"Over here, woman." Bulma looked towards her window, Vegeta was leaned against it with his arms crossed. He was scowling down at where is pod was being prepared. Today was the day he would leave for Frieza. Bulma got out of bed and walked towards him, "Vegeta?" She whispered.
"Hmn." He unfolded his arms and looked towards her. She pulled her nightgown over her naked body and reached out for the prince. He took her in his arms and inhaled her scent. His tail slipped under her gown and wrapped around her waist. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. She did not want him to leave her. "Will you miss me?"
"No." He stated gruffly. She pulled away from him and looked up at his face with hurt eyes, "I cannot miss something I will be returning to." He reached out and placed his large palm on her cheek. Bulma pressed against it and squeezed her eyes closed trying to hold back her tears. "Woman, don't." Then she burst into tears and began pounding his chest.
"Why did you have to be such an ass to me Vegeta? If you just were nice to me for the slightest bit you'd be here longer!"
"Either way, this outcome is inevitable." He said with slight irritation in his voice. He grabbed her flailing arms and pressed them against her chest until she calmed. "Woman I will be back for you." He looked into her eyes, for once showing emotion. This woman has gotten under his skin and she did not even know how enamored with her he was.
"Woman I must go, they need me in the throne room." Bulma wiped away her tears and nodded her head. Before he left, Vegeta grabbed her chin and gave her another kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck to lengthen the kiss, but before it got intense he pulled away. "Tsk, woman." He smirked at her before leaving.
Bulma shook her head before going to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for the day. She was completely unaware that right outside her room Vegeta was pressed against her door. He leaned his back against her door and lightly hit his head. He shut his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He felt his eyes burning and his body getting hot. He didn't want to leave her. He was just thankful he neglected to bond with her last night, or this would be unbearable.
Vegeta collected himself and headed to his own bedroom. Kakarrot was waiting for him in the hallway when the Prince approached. "You alright?" He knew Vegeta was disturbed, then he smelled it. He smelled Bulma's sweet scent radiating off of him. "Vegeta you dog!" Kakarrot smiled at him, but the smile slowly faded when he noticed Vegeta grimace in pain.
Vegeta sunk to his knees and his hands balled up into tight fists. He let out a growl before the tears began to fall. Kakarrot watched the tiny puddles form on the floor and he knelt down next to their fallen prince. "Kakarrot, how am I supposed to leave her, after being with her for ten years. It pains me to think about it, what will happen when I return. Will she accept me again?" Vegeta looked up at his friend through his tears. "Look at me, I am crying over her and I'm the one that's been hurting her." Kakarrot frowned at his friend, "We will protect her Vegeta, don't worry about her safety. Bulma will be waiting for you upon your return. She accepted you after these past years of torment." Kakarrot placed his hand on Vegeta's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.
Vegeta stood up and nodded to his comrade, "Not a word about this, or I will kill you." Kakarrot shook his head at his friend before heading to the infirmary to visit ChiChi and Gohan.
V
Bulma stood to the side of the space dock watching Bardock and his workers prepare everything for Vegeta's arrival. He was using one of the small space pods since he was flying to Frieza's larger ship. Bulma had a blank face as she watched everyone scurry about preparing for his departure.
She was wearing sleeveless navy blue dress that plunged straight to the floor. At her mid-calf it billowed out into an elegant flare. The neckline was modest and a turtle neck style fit. She pulled her hair into a full elegant bun that gave her a regal appearance. She neglected to wear any makeup since she had been crying the majority of the morning, and knew her tears wouldn't cease anytime soon.
Bulma was so spaced out she was unaware of Kumiko approaching. The beautiful Saiyan wore a violet dress that mimicked the oriental dresses back on earth. It too was floor length, and the train trailed behind her by about a foot. Kumiko looked at her lady from under her auburn straight bangs and smiled. She smelled her son on her, but could tell no bond was consummated. "My lady, it will be ok. My son is strong and he would not fail you or his people to ensure a safe return." Kumiko's hazel eyes caught Bulma's aqua ones in an endearing embrace. Bulma was astounded at how calm and collected the Queen was. "It's just last night, he did a complete 180." Bulma trailed off and started to calm herself down before she had a fit in front of her Queen.
The prince exited the castle and sauntered up to his pod. He looked at Bardock and asked him a few simple questions regarding the trip. "It will take you a couple weeks to get to Lord Frieza, the pod has its coordinates set and everything is encapsulated and stowed away in the storage compartment under your seat." Vegeta nodded to Bardock, he was trying to ignore the nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Bardock, please keep Bulma busy while I am away. She will be experiencing some turmoil while I am gone and I would appreciate it if you distract her." Bardock nodded, "Yes sire." Bardock bowed before stepping away.
The King approached his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. He took the medallion with his other hand and traced the symbol with his thumb. "Return to us. Safe travels, Prince Vegeta." The King nodded to his son and Vegeta bowed back. Now it was his mother's turn. Vegeta looked at his mother and frowned. She took her son's face in both hands and pressed her forehead against his and smiled.
My son, I am so proud of you. She will make a magnificent queen. I will make sure her heart does not stray from you in your absence. Return to us safely.
I will mother. Thank you for everything.
The two broke their bond of communication. Bulma remained back and watched Vegeta with a frown. He turned and locked eyes with her and frowned back. They said their goodbyes earlier, no need for a scene in front of everyone. Bulma nodded her head at Vegeta and with one last breath she turned to head inside. When her back turned, Bulma's bottom lip began to tremble and the hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
Vegeta took one last glance at Bulma's retreating figure. He sighed and sat down in the pod and keyed in the flight initiation sequence. He leaned back in his seat and fished out the ribbon from his glove. It was an aqua colored ribbon resting on Bulma's vanity. He took it while she was asleep. It was used many times because it matched her hair color, Vegeta always noticed her fiddling with it in the early mornings while running around the castle fulfilling her duties. It smelled of her sweet scent. He held it up to his cheek and closed his eyes, allowing the sleep gas to take over.
V
"It is a pleasure to have you here, my liege." Frieza sneered at Vegeta and licked his thin black lips. The Prince's eye twitched at the lizard alien before him. Zarbon looked down at Vegeta and laughed, "My why haven't you grown. Ladies must be throwing themselves at you!" He brushed a long green strand of hair away from his face. Vegeta frowned at the two before him, he did not like the aura radiating off of them. It was dark and cold, not like the auras of his men. Saiyans were always so warm; here these men were cold and reptilian in nature.
"Zarbon, lead Vegeta to his quarters. May he find them suiting to his royal palette." Zarbon bowed to his leader and walked past Vegeta, "This way monkey." Vegeta growled at Zarbon and followed, he was in no place to be respected by his birthright. On Frieza's ship the fact he was a prince did not matter. He was in a different empire now, not his own.
The door slid open and Zarbon stepped aside, gesturing for Vegeta to enter. He entered and looked around at his new living space. The bed was a twin, the room was 11'x15'. Maybe a quarter of the size his quarters at home were. Across from his bed were a toilet and a sink. There was a small closet on the far wall for him to place his clothes, which was already full with Cold Empire armor. Zarbon dismissed himself to return to Frieza for god knows what.ÊThey probably have a date to go fuck each other.Vegeta frowned and collapsed onto his bed. He had been on Frieza's ship for just an hour and was already miserable. He placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the wall.
Remember son, find their weakness and return to us. From there we will infiltrate and destroy them.
His father's words were clear as day in Vegeta's head. He wondered what was happening in his home. It's been two weeks since he last saw his mother, two weeks since he bedded Bulma. He hoped Bardock kept his word and kept her busy. Right now was not the time to allow him to think about her now. He had a goal to fulfill then he can return to her, and take her as mate and future Queen. He smirked to himself before drifting to sleep and dreaming of the beautiful maiden waiting for him at home.
Vegeta shot up from his bed, the blinding light woke him, and "Lord Frieza calls for you." Zarbon said with a bored tone. Before Vegeta could respond, he saw the tail of Zarbon's white cape whisk around the door. Vegeta got up and followed him down the hall to Frieza's command room.
"Well Vegeta, hope you enjoyed your little nap." Vegeta folded his arms and looked at the large window behind Frieza. They were in the emptiness of space. "Bow to your lord." Zarbon let out a small beam from his finger that hit Vegeta right in the knee. The Prince dropped to one knee out of surprise. He looked up at the two and glared before standing back up. "That's more like it." Frieza turned around and looked out the same window.
"In three months time we shall be arriving to Namek, a planet of mostly vegetation and water. Its people are well versed in magic. They have these so called dragon balls that once collected grant wishes." Frieza turned to Vegeta, you and the Ginyu force will purge the planet and collect these precious orbs for me." Frieza slammed his tail on the cold ground. Vegeta frowned. He did not like how this sounded. "On our way we have a couple other planets to stop by and purge. They have not paid their dues to the empire and must go." Frieza began to laugh at the thought of these people dying and having no clue why.
"You may go Vegeta." Zarbon stated plainly. Vegeta turned on his heel and headed straight to his room. Once inside Vegeta stormed straight into his closet. He took out his tablet and quickly wrote a message to be sent to his father, Bardock, and Kakarrot's scouters.
ATTENTION. THREE MONTHS, PLANET NAMEK. DRAGON BALLS, MAGIC. FRIEZA WILL USE THESE TO HIS ADVANTAGE FOR OTHER'S DEMISE. DANGER LEVEL IS ON HIGH ALERT.
Vegeta quickly hid his tablet before returning again to his bed. He was not looking forward to his tour with Frieza, killing without reason was not his forte, nor was it instilled to him as a child. Sadly, it seemed the only way he could reassure his return to Bulma.
Dodoria appeared in Vegeta's room and snickered. "Why is the prince sad about not being at his humble abode?" Vegeta glared at the pink alien. "Shut up, maggot." The Saiyan snarled.
"Frieza will not appreciate your lack of respect. You'd think coming from a royal family they would have instilled that in you." The fat blob bubbled out. With that, Dodoria exited the room, cackling.
Vegeta grimaced; this is going to be a long tour. He knew Dodoria would not try to go after him, but Zarbon already made a small attack against him. It was a matter of time before Frieza did the same.ÊI can't let them break me down, I just can't.
V
The King leaned against the control panel in the command room, he just received Vegeta's message. This is not good. Bardock, Nappa, Kakarrot, and Raditz rushed into the room and all stopped shortly when they saw Vegeta's message on the screen. "Shit." Bardock mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Raditz and Nappa silently stood back watching the events unfold.
"We must send Nappa, Kakarrot and Raditz to Namek to help Vegeta. We can't let Frieza get ahold of the dragon balls. It is eminent that we stop this!" The King roared, his tail thrashing in agitation. His two Elites and Kakarrot watched the two elder Saiyans converse. "Do you think he can handle this?" Bardock crossed his arms and looked to their king.
"This is why we are sending them." Bardock frowned, "My two sons to face Frieza?" The King looked at his trusted comrade, "I know how it sounds, but they are our best soldiers. They will be a good team together to protect our. world against Frieza and his blasted Ginyu force."
"I think it'll be a good time! I'm sure it'll be nice to visit Vegeta anyways!" Kakarrot laughed and placed his hand behind his head and continued to chuckle. All the Saiyans turned around and looked at him, "Kakarrot, you're an idiot." Raditz snarled at his brother, evidently he did not quite understand the sensitivity of this issue.
"You three have a month to train. Then a two-month travel to Namek. Once you three arrive, keep your profile low. Locate the Dragon Balls and keep them hidden. We cannot let the Colds get them." The King nodded to the four Saiyans and left. Bardock stepped forward and took the floor. "The Lady Bulma has set forward many plans upon Vegeta's departure.
The Saiyans raised their eyebrows and stepped closer to Bardock. "And?" Raditz asked. "She has implemented a special gravity simulator into the Elites' training facility. It can go up to 500 G's. However, you must be careful while using it because if too much is added, you will become a pancake."
"What's a pancake?" Nappa asked. Bardock hit his palm against his face. "It's some earthling food. Lady Bulma used that analogy."
The Saiyans grumbled amongst themselves about Lady Bulma taking part in their training, Bardock got pissed. "Shut up you fools! Do not doubt Lady Bulma, she is your betrothed Queen and one of the strongest scientists in our castle. Now quit your jabbering and get to training!" Bardock stormed out of the room and left the three younger Saiyans dumbfounded. "Well, let's get to training, guys!" Kakarrot smiled and left the room. Nappa and Raditz looked at each other and shrugged before following the tall Saiyan out.
V
"What do you mean Frieza is heading to Namek?" The Queen shot up from her throne and looked at her husband. "Those creatures are so peaceful, they do not deserve what's coming to them!" The King frowned at his wife; he hated it when she was displeased. "I am sending Kakarrot, Raditz, and Nappa to salvage the situation. Hopefully this will be our way of ending Frieza. If we can stop him from using the dragon balls, maybe we can save our empire." The Queen slowly sat back down in her chair and pressed her face into her hands. "My son, please don't let us down!"
Bulma stood back and watched the scene progress, her mind turned with thoughts on what to do. Suddenly she had an idea, "My Queen, may I excuse myself to the labs?" The Queen looked up at her future daughter, "Yes, do what you need to do."
V
Vegeta sprawled out on the ground spitting up his own blood. He had a fresh new gash across his chest. His armor was broken in rubbles around him. His arms spread out in a crucifix style. He relaxed his tail in defeat, this was painful, Frieza just laid into him for refusing to rape and kill a woman in front of her children. Now he lay in the command room bleeding out. One of the medics rushed over to Vegeta and placed him on a stretcher before carrying him away into the infirmary.
The maimed prince drifted in and out of consciousness while he watched the bright lights blur over him as they wheeled him down the hall. He could hear the medics talking about his wounds. The gash to his chest was life threatening, it was centimeters from rupturing his aorta. A lung was punctured, and his ribs were protruding through his once flawless olive skin. Blood dripped off the stretcher and left a trail towards the infirmary.
Zarbon frowned as he watched them cut away the spandex from the prince's chest from his view in the observation room. The spandex was compressing a lot of the blood from spilling out and once it was removed the blood began to pour from his body. The medics swarmed to put pressure on the wound and press a chest tube into his side. Everyone washed over with relief as they watched the prince's chest inflate fully after the tube was in place. Then they went to work sewing the wound shut and setting his ribs in place. Once everything was in place for proper healing the prince was placed into a rejuvenation tank.
Vegeta could hear the faint murmurs of the medics and felt pinches as they began to work on him. A small tear escaped his left eye as he felt a piece of himself break away. He saw the look in that alien's eyes; it was one of sheer terror. He imagined Bulma in this situation and couldn't bring himself to doing it. If an intruder approached her and raped and murder her, he'd lose it. Knowing this he could not bring himself to doing this to that woman.
"He'll survive, the wounds weren't fatal." One of the techs said. Vegeta soon allowed the waves of unconsciousness wash over him.
Once the techs had Vegeta floating in the rejuvenation tank they stepped back and looked at the beaten prince. Zarbon entered the room and folded his arms across his chest. "Such a shame, such a skilled warrior and smart boy. All that talent to his disadvantage." The green humanoid smirked at the prince watching his eyebrows twitch in agitation.
"May I askÉwhat happened out there?" The lead medic looked up to Zarbon and placed his hand against the tank. "Well, let's just say the prince grew faint of heart. Lord Frieza took it upon himself give his majesty some, what do you call it- oh, tough love."
Zarbon smirked remembering the earlier events. Vegeta was given orders to kill the men, rape then kill all women. Kill the children, if the children looked promising to kidnap them. Zarbon watched the prince; he could tell he did not like what he was doing yet he did it anyways. He traveled through the smoke going house-to-house killing, but there was a family's house that stopped him. When he didn't come outside after a minute, Zarbon sent Dodoria inside to see what the hold up was.
Dodoria gladly went inside to see what it was Vegeta was doing. The pink little monster found Vegeta frozen, standing above a mother covering her child with her body. Vegeta froze, trembling looking at her with wide eyes. The smaller little boy whimpered to his mother and clung to her cloak. Dodoria sent a ki ball, slapping Vegeta in the face with it. It knocked the young Saiyan down to the ground and he hit his head on a shelf's corner. The prince was knocked unconscious. Dodoria smirked and turned on the woman, violently raping her in front of her young child. Vegeta came to five minutes later to see the pink slob panting over the poor wench, her child sobbing in the opposite corner.
Vegeta bolted up and swung his muscular leg towards Dodoria, causing the alien to fly backwards into a wall. The woman lay there crying and Vegeta tried to get her out of the house to safety, but Dodoria already called Zarbon via his scouter.
As the Prince was pulling the woman up a large white boot came down onto her skull, crushing it into a pulp. Brain matter splattered all over Vegeta's face and chest as he fell backwards in sheer shock.
The little boy's screams intensified as he saw his mother's death. Without a second thought Zarbon sent a ki blast towards the child. Vegeta shuttered when the shrieks abruptly ended and the smell of singed flesh seared his nostrils.
Vegeta sat on his knees staring at what was left of the woman in front of him. He remained frozen as Zarbon grabbed him by the back of his armor and pulled him up. Vegeta blankly stared ahead as Zarbon and Dodoria pushed him towards Frieza's ship.
A ki ring bound Vegeta's hands behind his back to prevent him from resisting Zarbon, but that proved to be an unnecessary measure. The prince solemnly complied, he knew what was coming was far worse than what he just felt and saw.
Frieza was waiting for them in the command room looking out of his large window. Instead of floating in his pod, Frieza was standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Zarbon pushed Vegeta forward and he landed hard on his knees. Frieza slowly turned around and met Vegeta's dead gaze with a malicious smile. "You failed, my prince." The lizard slowly walked towards the Prince. Vegeta made no move to neither acknowledge Frieza nor show discomfort. Zarbon and Dodoria stepped back to watch what their Lord was going to do to him.
Frieza took his foot and wrapped his long toes around Vegeta's face. He squeezed his face with those nasty appendages until he could feel Vegeta's jaw begin to crack. With one mighty push, Frieza pushed Vegeta onto his back. Vegeta grunted when he landed on his pulled back arms. Zarbon smirked at how things were going.
Frieza approached him again and stomped the right side of his chest with a hard thud. Vegeta gasped and a large bubble of mucous expelled from his mouth. Frieza quickly slipped his large tail tightly around his neck and lifted the prince until his feet were above the ground. Frieza crossed his arms and brought Vegeta face to face with him.
"Now, when you are given an order, I expect you to fulfill it. Not hesitate. I don't care if the woman looks like your mother or is your mother. If you are ordered to rape and kill her, damn it you will!" Frieza then smashed Vegeta against the floor multiple times.
Many observers were wondering why Vegeta was not fighting back. It was simple; the arm restraints placed on his wrists drained his ki, rendering him powerless. Vegeta could not lift his legs if he wanted to. The Prince once famed for his strength was rendered completely powerless to Frieza's assaults.
Once Frieza was content with smashing the prince against the floor he once again brought the prince face to face. Vegeta's eyes were beginning to swell and he was fighting to remain awake. Frieza took his long black horn and tore into Vegeta's right side. He slowly dragged it through his chest until it snapped through his third and fourth rib causing the bones to protrude harshly from his body.
For Vegeta, everything went black when the horn entered his chest. Frieza shook off the prince and left him in a bloody heap on the ground. "Fetch the medics." Frieza dismissed himself from the command room.
The medic watched Vegeta in the tank. He cringed at the hastily sutured together wound across the right side of his chest. The once perfect complexion had its first of many scars. This scar will definitely become quite an angry scar, forever reminding the young man of this day. The medic shook his head,Êso young to be soiled by the like of Frieza.
"Sir, what is he holding?" The head medic looked down at Vegeta's left hand. The young man had an aqua colored ribbon clenched in his fist. "Should we inform the authorities?" The tech questioned. "No, leave it be." The head medic crossed his arms before turning away from the prince.
"Over here, woman." Bulma looked towards her window, Vegeta was leaned against it with his arms crossed. He was scowling down at where is pod was being prepared. Today was the day he would leave for Frieza. Bulma got out of bed and walked towards him, "Vegeta?" She whispered.
"Hmn." He unfolded his arms and looked towards her. She pulled her nightgown over her naked body and reached out for the prince. He took her in his arms and inhaled her scent. His tail slipped under her gown and wrapped around her waist. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. She did not want him to leave her. "Will you miss me?"
"No." He stated gruffly. She pulled away from him and looked up at his face with hurt eyes, "I cannot miss something I will be returning to." He reached out and placed his large palm on her cheek. Bulma pressed against it and squeezed her eyes closed trying to hold back her tears. "Woman, don't." Then she burst into tears and began pounding his chest.
"Why did you have to be such an ass to me Vegeta? If you just were nice to me for the slightest bit you'd be here longer!"
"Either way, this outcome is inevitable." He said with slight irritation in his voice. He grabbed her flailing arms and pressed them against her chest until she calmed. "Woman I will be back for you." He looked into her eyes, for once showing emotion. This woman has gotten under his skin and she did not even know how enamored with her he was.
"Woman I must go, they need me in the throne room." Bulma wiped away her tears and nodded her head. Before he left, Vegeta grabbed her chin and gave her another kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck to lengthen the kiss, but before it got intense he pulled away. "Tsk, woman." He smirked at her before leaving.
Bulma shook her head before going to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for the day. She was completely unaware that right outside her room Vegeta was pressed against her door. He leaned his back against her door and lightly hit his head. He shut his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He felt his eyes burning and his body getting hot. He didn't want to leave her. He was just thankful he neglected to bond with her last night, or this would be unbearable.
Vegeta collected himself and headed to his own bedroom. Kakarrot was waiting for him in the hallway when the Prince approached. "You alright?" He knew Vegeta was disturbed, then he smelled it. He smelled Bulma's sweet scent radiating off of him. "Vegeta you dog!" Kakarrot smiled at him, but the smile slowly faded when he noticed Vegeta grimace in pain.
Vegeta sunk to his knees and his hands balled up into tight fists. He let out a growl before the tears began to fall. Kakarrot watched the tiny puddles form on the floor and he knelt down next to their fallen prince. "Kakarrot, how am I supposed to leave her, after being with her for ten years. It pains me to think about it, what will happen when I return. Will she accept me again?" Vegeta looked up at his friend through his tears. "Look at me, I am crying over her and I'm the one that's been hurting her." Kakarrot frowned at his friend, "We will protect her Vegeta, don't worry about her safety. Bulma will be waiting for you upon your return. She accepted you after these past years of torment." Kakarrot placed his hand on Vegeta's shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.
Vegeta stood up and nodded to his comrade, "Not a word about this, or I will kill you." Kakarrot shook his head at his friend before heading to the infirmary to visit ChiChi and Gohan.
V
Bulma stood to the side of the space dock watching Bardock and his workers prepare everything for Vegeta's arrival. He was using one of the small space pods since he was flying to Frieza's larger ship. Bulma had a blank face as she watched everyone scurry about preparing for his departure.
She was wearing sleeveless navy blue dress that plunged straight to the floor. At her mid-calf it billowed out into an elegant flare. The neckline was modest and a turtle neck style fit. She pulled her hair into a full elegant bun that gave her a regal appearance. She neglected to wear any makeup since she had been crying the majority of the morning, and knew her tears wouldn't cease anytime soon.
Bulma was so spaced out she was unaware of Kumiko approaching. The beautiful Saiyan wore a violet dress that mimicked the oriental dresses back on earth. It too was floor length, and the train trailed behind her by about a foot. Kumiko looked at her lady from under her auburn straight bangs and smiled. She smelled her son on her, but could tell no bond was consummated. "My lady, it will be ok. My son is strong and he would not fail you or his people to ensure a safe return." Kumiko's hazel eyes caught Bulma's aqua ones in an endearing embrace. Bulma was astounded at how calm and collected the Queen was. "It's just last night, he did a complete 180." Bulma trailed off and started to calm herself down before she had a fit in front of her Queen.
The prince exited the castle and sauntered up to his pod. He looked at Bardock and asked him a few simple questions regarding the trip. "It will take you a couple weeks to get to Lord Frieza, the pod has its coordinates set and everything is encapsulated and stowed away in the storage compartment under your seat." Vegeta nodded to Bardock, he was trying to ignore the nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Bardock, please keep Bulma busy while I am away. She will be experiencing some turmoil while I am gone and I would appreciate it if you distract her." Bardock nodded, "Yes sire." Bardock bowed before stepping away.
The King approached his son and placed a hand on his shoulder. He took the medallion with his other hand and traced the symbol with his thumb. "Return to us. Safe travels, Prince Vegeta." The King nodded to his son and Vegeta bowed back. Now it was his mother's turn. Vegeta looked at his mother and frowned. She took her son's face in both hands and pressed her forehead against his and smiled.
My son, I am so proud of you. She will make a magnificent queen. I will make sure her heart does not stray from you in your absence. Return to us safely.
I will mother. Thank you for everything.
The two broke their bond of communication. Bulma remained back and watched Vegeta with a frown. He turned and locked eyes with her and frowned back. They said their goodbyes earlier, no need for a scene in front of everyone. Bulma nodded her head at Vegeta and with one last breath she turned to head inside. When her back turned, Bulma's bottom lip began to tremble and the hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
Vegeta took one last glance at Bulma's retreating figure. He sighed and sat down in the pod and keyed in the flight initiation sequence. He leaned back in his seat and fished out the ribbon from his glove. It was an aqua colored ribbon resting on Bulma's vanity. He took it while she was asleep. It was used many times because it matched her hair color, Vegeta always noticed her fiddling with it in the early mornings while running around the castle fulfilling her duties. It smelled of her sweet scent. He held it up to his cheek and closed his eyes, allowing the sleep gas to take over.
V
"It is a pleasure to have you here, my liege." Frieza sneered at Vegeta and licked his thin black lips. The Prince's eye twitched at the lizard alien before him. Zarbon looked down at Vegeta and laughed, "My why haven't you grown. Ladies must be throwing themselves at you!" He brushed a long green strand of hair away from his face. Vegeta frowned at the two before him, he did not like the aura radiating off of them. It was dark and cold, not like the auras of his men. Saiyans were always so warm; here these men were cold and reptilian in nature.
"Zarbon, lead Vegeta to his quarters. May he find them suiting to his royal palette." Zarbon bowed to his leader and walked past Vegeta, "This way monkey." Vegeta growled at Zarbon and followed, he was in no place to be respected by his birthright. On Frieza's ship the fact he was a prince did not matter. He was in a different empire now, not his own.
The door slid open and Zarbon stepped aside, gesturing for Vegeta to enter. He entered and looked around at his new living space. The bed was a twin, the room was 11'x15'. Maybe a quarter of the size his quarters at home were. Across from his bed were a toilet and a sink. There was a small closet on the far wall for him to place his clothes, which was already full with Cold Empire armor. Zarbon dismissed himself to return to Frieza for god knows what.ÊThey probably have a date to go fuck each other.Vegeta frowned and collapsed onto his bed. He had been on Frieza's ship for just an hour and was already miserable. He placed his hands behind his head and looked up at the wall.
Remember son, find their weakness and return to us. From there we will infiltrate and destroy them.
His father's words were clear as day in Vegeta's head. He wondered what was happening in his home. It's been two weeks since he last saw his mother, two weeks since he bedded Bulma. He hoped Bardock kept his word and kept her busy. Right now was not the time to allow him to think about her now. He had a goal to fulfill then he can return to her, and take her as mate and future Queen. He smirked to himself before drifting to sleep and dreaming of the beautiful maiden waiting for him at home.
Vegeta shot up from his bed, the blinding light woke him, and "Lord Frieza calls for you." Zarbon said with a bored tone. Before Vegeta could respond, he saw the tail of Zarbon's white cape whisk around the door. Vegeta got up and followed him down the hall to Frieza's command room.
"Well Vegeta, hope you enjoyed your little nap." Vegeta folded his arms and looked at the large window behind Frieza. They were in the emptiness of space. "Bow to your lord." Zarbon let out a small beam from his finger that hit Vegeta right in the knee. The Prince dropped to one knee out of surprise. He looked up at the two and glared before standing back up. "That's more like it." Frieza turned around and looked out the same window.
"In three months time we shall be arriving to Namek, a planet of mostly vegetation and water. Its people are well versed in magic. They have these so called dragon balls that once collected grant wishes." Frieza turned to Vegeta, you and the Ginyu force will purge the planet and collect these precious orbs for me." Frieza slammed his tail on the cold ground. Vegeta frowned. He did not like how this sounded. "On our way we have a couple other planets to stop by and purge. They have not paid their dues to the empire and must go." Frieza began to laugh at the thought of these people dying and having no clue why.
"You may go Vegeta." Zarbon stated plainly. Vegeta turned on his heel and headed straight to his room. Once inside Vegeta stormed straight into his closet. He took out his tablet and quickly wrote a message to be sent to his father, Bardock, and Kakarrot's scouters.
ATTENTION. THREE MONTHS, PLANET NAMEK. DRAGON BALLS, MAGIC. FRIEZA WILL USE THESE TO HIS ADVANTAGE FOR OTHER'S DEMISE. DANGER LEVEL IS ON HIGH ALERT.
Vegeta quickly hid his tablet before returning again to his bed. He was not looking forward to his tour with Frieza, killing without reason was not his forte, nor was it instilled to him as a child. Sadly, it seemed the only way he could reassure his return to Bulma.
Dodoria appeared in Vegeta's room and snickered. "Why is the prince sad about not being at his humble abode?" Vegeta glared at the pink alien. "Shut up, maggot." The Saiyan snarled.
"Frieza will not appreciate your lack of respect. You'd think coming from a royal family they would have instilled that in you." The fat blob bubbled out. With that, Dodoria exited the room, cackling.
Vegeta grimaced; this is going to be a long tour. He knew Dodoria would not try to go after him, but Zarbon already made a small attack against him. It was a matter of time before Frieza did the same.ÊI can't let them break me down, I just can't.
V
The King leaned against the control panel in the command room, he just received Vegeta's message. This is not good. Bardock, Nappa, Kakarrot, and Raditz rushed into the room and all stopped shortly when they saw Vegeta's message on the screen. "Shit." Bardock mumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Raditz and Nappa silently stood back watching the events unfold.
"We must send Nappa, Kakarrot and Raditz to Namek to help Vegeta. We can't let Frieza get ahold of the dragon balls. It is eminent that we stop this!" The King roared, his tail thrashing in agitation. His two Elites and Kakarrot watched the two elder Saiyans converse. "Do you think he can handle this?" Bardock crossed his arms and looked to their king.
"This is why we are sending them." Bardock frowned, "My two sons to face Frieza?" The King looked at his trusted comrade, "I know how it sounds, but they are our best soldiers. They will be a good team together to protect our. world against Frieza and his blasted Ginyu force."
"I think it'll be a good time! I'm sure it'll be nice to visit Vegeta anyways!" Kakarrot laughed and placed his hand behind his head and continued to chuckle. All the Saiyans turned around and looked at him, "Kakarrot, you're an idiot." Raditz snarled at his brother, evidently he did not quite understand the sensitivity of this issue.
"You three have a month to train. Then a two-month travel to Namek. Once you three arrive, keep your profile low. Locate the Dragon Balls and keep them hidden. We cannot let the Colds get them." The King nodded to the four Saiyans and left. Bardock stepped forward and took the floor. "The Lady Bulma has set forward many plans upon Vegeta's departure.
The Saiyans raised their eyebrows and stepped closer to Bardock. "And?" Raditz asked. "She has implemented a special gravity simulator into the Elites' training facility. It can go up to 500 G's. However, you must be careful while using it because if too much is added, you will become a pancake."
"What's a pancake?" Nappa asked. Bardock hit his palm against his face. "It's some earthling food. Lady Bulma used that analogy."
The Saiyans grumbled amongst themselves about Lady Bulma taking part in their training, Bardock got pissed. "Shut up you fools! Do not doubt Lady Bulma, she is your betrothed Queen and one of the strongest scientists in our castle. Now quit your jabbering and get to training!" Bardock stormed out of the room and left the three younger Saiyans dumbfounded. "Well, let's get to training, guys!" Kakarrot smiled and left the room. Nappa and Raditz looked at each other and shrugged before following the tall Saiyan out.
V
"What do you mean Frieza is heading to Namek?" The Queen shot up from her throne and looked at her husband. "Those creatures are so peaceful, they do not deserve what's coming to them!" The King frowned at his wife; he hated it when she was displeased. "I am sending Kakarrot, Raditz, and Nappa to salvage the situation. Hopefully this will be our way of ending Frieza. If we can stop him from using the dragon balls, maybe we can save our empire." The Queen slowly sat back down in her chair and pressed her face into her hands. "My son, please don't let us down!"
Bulma stood back and watched the scene progress, her mind turned with thoughts on what to do. Suddenly she had an idea, "My Queen, may I excuse myself to the labs?" The Queen looked up at her future daughter, "Yes, do what you need to do."
V
Vegeta sprawled out on the ground spitting up his own blood. He had a fresh new gash across his chest. His armor was broken in rubbles around him. His arms spread out in a crucifix style. He relaxed his tail in defeat, this was painful, Frieza just laid into him for refusing to rape and kill a woman in front of her children. Now he lay in the command room bleeding out. One of the medics rushed over to Vegeta and placed him on a stretcher before carrying him away into the infirmary.
The maimed prince drifted in and out of consciousness while he watched the bright lights blur over him as they wheeled him down the hall. He could hear the medics talking about his wounds. The gash to his chest was life threatening, it was centimeters from rupturing his aorta. A lung was punctured, and his ribs were protruding through his once flawless olive skin. Blood dripped off the stretcher and left a trail towards the infirmary.
Zarbon frowned as he watched them cut away the spandex from the prince's chest from his view in the observation room. The spandex was compressing a lot of the blood from spilling out and once it was removed the blood began to pour from his body. The medics swarmed to put pressure on the wound and press a chest tube into his side. Everyone washed over with relief as they watched the prince's chest inflate fully after the tube was in place. Then they went to work sewing the wound shut and setting his ribs in place. Once everything was in place for proper healing the prince was placed into a rejuvenation tank.
Vegeta could hear the faint murmurs of the medics and felt pinches as they began to work on him. A small tear escaped his left eye as he felt a piece of himself break away. He saw the look in that alien's eyes; it was one of sheer terror. He imagined Bulma in this situation and couldn't bring himself to doing it. If an intruder approached her and raped and murder her, he'd lose it. Knowing this he could not bring himself to doing this to that woman.
"He'll survive, the wounds weren't fatal." One of the techs said. Vegeta soon allowed the waves of unconsciousness wash over him.
Once the techs had Vegeta floating in the rejuvenation tank they stepped back and looked at the beaten prince. Zarbon entered the room and folded his arms across his chest. "Such a shame, such a skilled warrior and smart boy. All that talent to his disadvantage." The green humanoid smirked at the prince watching his eyebrows twitch in agitation.
"May I askÉwhat happened out there?" The lead medic looked up to Zarbon and placed his hand against the tank. "Well, let's just say the prince grew faint of heart. Lord Frieza took it upon himself give his majesty some, what do you call it- oh, tough love."
Zarbon smirked remembering the earlier events. Vegeta was given orders to kill the men, rape then kill all women. Kill the children, if the children looked promising to kidnap them. Zarbon watched the prince; he could tell he did not like what he was doing yet he did it anyways. He traveled through the smoke going house-to-house killing, but there was a family's house that stopped him. When he didn't come outside after a minute, Zarbon sent Dodoria inside to see what the hold up was.
Dodoria gladly went inside to see what it was Vegeta was doing. The pink little monster found Vegeta frozen, standing above a mother covering her child with her body. Vegeta froze, trembling looking at her with wide eyes. The smaller little boy whimpered to his mother and clung to her cloak. Dodoria sent a ki ball, slapping Vegeta in the face with it. It knocked the young Saiyan down to the ground and he hit his head on a shelf's corner. The prince was knocked unconscious. Dodoria smirked and turned on the woman, violently raping her in front of her young child. Vegeta came to five minutes later to see the pink slob panting over the poor wench, her child sobbing in the opposite corner.
Vegeta bolted up and swung his muscular leg towards Dodoria, causing the alien to fly backwards into a wall. The woman lay there crying and Vegeta tried to get her out of the house to safety, but Dodoria already called Zarbon via his scouter.
As the Prince was pulling the woman up a large white boot came down onto her skull, crushing it into a pulp. Brain matter splattered all over Vegeta's face and chest as he fell backwards in sheer shock.
The little boy's screams intensified as he saw his mother's death. Without a second thought Zarbon sent a ki blast towards the child. Vegeta shuttered when the shrieks abruptly ended and the smell of singed flesh seared his nostrils.
Vegeta sat on his knees staring at what was left of the woman in front of him. He remained frozen as Zarbon grabbed him by the back of his armor and pulled him up. Vegeta blankly stared ahead as Zarbon and Dodoria pushed him towards Frieza's ship.
A ki ring bound Vegeta's hands behind his back to prevent him from resisting Zarbon, but that proved to be an unnecessary measure. The prince solemnly complied, he knew what was coming was far worse than what he just felt and saw.
Frieza was waiting for them in the command room looking out of his large window. Instead of floating in his pod, Frieza was standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Zarbon pushed Vegeta forward and he landed hard on his knees. Frieza slowly turned around and met Vegeta's dead gaze with a malicious smile. "You failed, my prince." The lizard slowly walked towards the Prince. Vegeta made no move to neither acknowledge Frieza nor show discomfort. Zarbon and Dodoria stepped back to watch what their Lord was going to do to him.
Frieza took his foot and wrapped his long toes around Vegeta's face. He squeezed his face with those nasty appendages until he could feel Vegeta's jaw begin to crack. With one mighty push, Frieza pushed Vegeta onto his back. Vegeta grunted when he landed on his pulled back arms. Zarbon smirked at how things were going.
Frieza approached him again and stomped the right side of his chest with a hard thud. Vegeta gasped and a large bubble of mucous expelled from his mouth. Frieza quickly slipped his large tail tightly around his neck and lifted the prince until his feet were above the ground. Frieza crossed his arms and brought Vegeta face to face with him.
"Now, when you are given an order, I expect you to fulfill it. Not hesitate. I don't care if the woman looks like your mother or is your mother. If you are ordered to rape and kill her, damn it you will!" Frieza then smashed Vegeta against the floor multiple times.
Many observers were wondering why Vegeta was not fighting back. It was simple; the arm restraints placed on his wrists drained his ki, rendering him powerless. Vegeta could not lift his legs if he wanted to. The Prince once famed for his strength was rendered completely powerless to Frieza's assaults.
Once Frieza was content with smashing the prince against the floor he once again brought the prince face to face. Vegeta's eyes were beginning to swell and he was fighting to remain awake. Frieza took his long black horn and tore into Vegeta's right side. He slowly dragged it through his chest until it snapped through his third and fourth rib causing the bones to protrude harshly from his body.
For Vegeta, everything went black when the horn entered his chest. Frieza shook off the prince and left him in a bloody heap on the ground. "Fetch the medics." Frieza dismissed himself from the command room.
The medic watched Vegeta in the tank. He cringed at the hastily sutured together wound across the right side of his chest. The once perfect complexion had its first of many scars. This scar will definitely become quite an angry scar, forever reminding the young man of this day. The medic shook his head,Êso young to be soiled by the like of Frieza.
"Sir, what is he holding?" The head medic looked down at Vegeta's left hand. The young man had an aqua colored ribbon clenched in his fist. "Should we inform the authorities?" The tech questioned. "No, leave it be." The head medic crossed his arms before turning away from the prince.