Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: ?


Vegeta could taste the victory. He had been working his entire life for this, and he was so close. A year, maybe two and he would be the undisputed king of the universe.

When he had defeated Frieza on Namek and become a Super Saiyan for the first time, he thought it was over, the long years of waiting had finally paid off. But it was only the beginning. Soon after came the wars with planets and sectors loyal to the monster, the assassination attempts and the ongoing war between his empire and King Kold's. The planetary battles and thwarted attempts on his life had seemed like child's play compared to the battle that was raging between him and the Kold empire.

After Frieza's death King Kold had sent thousands of soldiers to invade the capital city, screaming for revenge and control of his son's empire. It was a long, hard-fought war. Costing 7 years time and countless casualties on both sides, the war had seemed never ending. But a split second decision by Vegeta to crawl behind enemy lines and attack from behind had not only turned the tide in his favor, but shown his cunning and intelligence to many planets that were looking to fight for a man that was more than just a brainless tyrant. After his victory, King Kold had officially called for an end to the war, pulling back his armies from all over the universe. But the war was far from over.

What was left in the wake of years of blood was a cold war, one fought with words and strategies rather than the strong arms of the military. Vegeta sometimes felt that he was playing a very large game of chess with the Ice-jin, planets and diplomats their pieces. It had gone on for years, King Kold having the upper hand for awhile before Vegeta would reclaim it only to lose it again to another brilliant alliance.
King Kold was a diplomat. He was a genius when it came to alliances with planets, striking up deals that they could barely ever refuse. He also had the upper hand when it came to calling in favors from old allies, having been around much longer than Vegeta could imagine. But Vegeta had surprised him. The Saiyan was extremely intelligent; he could see an advantage in a planet that King Kold would pass off as a waste of time. Those planets had proved to be Vegeta's biggest assets whether it be with the technology it could offer him or the friends the rulers of that planet had. Through those alliances, Vegeta and King Kold had split the known universe in half, coming to a standstill. The only charted sector left that was not a part of either respective empire, was the Vellmina sector, where the planet Kermana was located.
The Kermanians, a strange bug/mammal creature, were masters at finding raw materials on any planet. They had some sort of internal radar for locating everything from ore to precious gems. A team of Kermanians could mine even the largest planet in under a year, providing all sorts of materials for whoever had hired them. And they were as strong as Saiyan elites. All of the planets in Vellmina looked to them for their protection and metalwork knowledge.

When Vegeta had learned of the Kermanians predicament, he immediately offered his help with their relocation, knowing that if they trusted him the entire sector would eventually follow suit and the balance of power would once again shift in his favor. And having 10.2 billion people that were as strong as elites to filter into his military would make him almost invincible. The problem was they were so numerous. He didn't have a fleet big enough to move that many people in a mere year and a half and still provide a decent defense perimeter around his empire. The most he could promise was 1/3 of their population.
King Kold got wind of Vegeta's plan and immediately moved to counter him. Calling in another favor, he promised 2/3's of the population saved. To allow the Kermanians to accept King Kold's help would be the same as watching the grim reaper sign his death warrant without a fight. It meant the end of Vegeta's empire. Which was when he remembered the blue-haired woman and her capsule technology. She was the key. With her help, he could easily move every Kermanian to safety and then watch the Vellmina sector slowly become willing additions to his empire. Then, when the time was right, he would crush King Kold and his brat Kooler, taking the rest of the universe as his own.

Staring out of the bridge window, he could barely contain a smile. Tomorrow they would land at the capital, where the woman would immediately get to work opening her capsule plant and he would be off to meet with the Kermanian council for the second time. They would side with him, they had no choice not to. But how would they believe that he had such miracle technology? With a smirk, he left the bridge.



Trunks scribbled furiously at the paper as his hand desperately tried to keep up with his thoughts. The words Yamcha had spoken in the dream were echoing through his mind: 'show Vegeta that you're no slouch.' That was exactly what he was going to do, even if he died trying. He glanced at his mother; she was sipping a cup of coffee while re-reading the encapsulator plans for the millionth time. He had a hunch that she was just as determined as he was to make Vegeta realize that she was a valuable scientist. The fate of the earth lie in her hands, in the success of the capsules and keeping up with Vegeta's timetable. He had never said that he'd destroy the earth if something went wrong or they didn't finish on time, but he never said he wouldn't. The door slid open, causing him to swing around in his chair.

"Woman, I need one of those capsules." Vegeta demanded.

"One of these?" she asked, pointing to the capsule box that held the plans she was now looking at.

"Yes."

"Uh...ok." She handed him an empty capsule.

"Show me how to work it." She did, trying not to cower at the tone in his voice. "Why do you want to know?"

"That is none of your business." He snapped, sending daggers in her direction. "Tomorrow we will reach the capital. You both will be staying the palace. After you are shown your quarters, you will be meeting with my scientists in order to get the project underway." He turned to leave.

"Excuse me."

"What do you want, boy?" Vegeta snarled, turning in Trunks' direction. Trunks stood, locking eyes with his father before continuing.

"I put together a list of materials that we'll need to build the encapsulator. I was wondering if we could send it to the scientists we'll be working with so that they can begin gathering them before our meeting tomorrow. It'll save a lot of time." His voice was level, perfect. Vegeta regarded him for a few seconds, studying the deep blue eyes that belonged to his mother.

"Give it to me. I'll have it sent." He said, grabbing the list before storming out of the room. Trunks slowly exhaled after the door slid shut. Sitting again, he looked at his mother.

"Is he always like that?" he asked, shakily taking a sip of coffee. Bulma just tilted her head in a 'don't ask' fashion before returning to the plans.



Later that night, Bulma crept down the long hallway of the ship. She stopped at one of the many picture windows that allowed an unobstructed view into space. The only sleep she had gotten in the last few days was short and shallow; her body was on the verge of collapse. Her mind however was as sharp as a scalpel, running faster than a super computer. Trunks, Vegeta, Yamcha, they swirled around her, unraveling the web of lies she had used as reality for the last 17 years. The only question she could ask was why? Why had she bothered to live a lie for so long? She placed a hand on the window and hung her head, fighting the tears that had come to characterize the last 4 days.

::Why do you hate me?:: she thought, the question directed at God. Even as she thought it, she knew that he didn't hate her, her living hell was a result of her choices up to this point in her life. Whether or not god had anything to do with it still remained to be seen.

"You're going to leave fingerprints on my window, Woman." She jumped as her heart raced.

"You jerk! You scared the hell out of me!" she yelled at Vegeta. He stood before her, that smirk plastered on his face looking smug and utterly sexy. She had to look away. Feeling the need to say something to him, she spoke, "About Trunks." She said, turning to face him again, thinking that she could look into his face without her knees shaking. She was wrong.

"How long did you hide it from him?" he asked almost conversationally, leaning against the wall.

"Hide what?" she asked, confused for a second. The look he shot her clarified. "A long time. How did you know I did?"

"The boy may not vocalize his emotions and thoughts, but he hasn't learned to veil the ones in his eyes. But what more could one expect from a child raised by weaklings?" She had forgotten how quick-witted and silver-tongued he was. Nothing got by him, not even the fact that she hadn't told Trunks the identity of his real father until a few days ago. Speechless, she just stared at him. "Stop gawking at me Woman. Go back to your quarters and get some sleep, I want you thinking clearly when you meet with my scientists tomorrow." He said, stepping toward her.

She backed up against the window, her mind telling her to run, her body telling her to stay, to reach for him and devour those smirking lips. She had to fight off the visions that had plagued her dreams for the last 17 years, his hands running over her body, his lips massaging her breasts, bringing her to completion again and again. He reached his hand up to her neck, resting his finger gently on a spot behind her ear.

"Vegeta...I don't-" she shook as heat swirled in her belly.

"That's not what I had in mind, Woman." He whispered, pressing the spot behind her ear. She collapsed into his arms. Tossing her unconscious form over his shoulder, he took her to her quarters.

After he tossed her roughly on to the bed, he left. Oh gods how he had wanted to take her there against that window! Every pore on his body had crackled with the excitement of having her again; having the woman that visited him in his dreams writhing beneath him. He shook his head, rationalizing the desires in his body. He hadn't had time to call one of the royal concubines to him in the past two weeks; he had been too busy with Kermana. The need for her was desire and nothing more, wasn't it? How could his body still yearn for her after all this time?

Ignoring his body, he forced himself to think of the victory he would have soon. No woman, no matter how amazing her charms may be, would distract him in the last hour of this war. Nothing had changed. He would win this war, all the women in the universe couldn't possibly bring him the pleasure and elation he would feel as he smashed King Kold's skull into the ground. He smiled.