Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

"Sire, our sources still report no activity." The trembling pink alien backed away from the large crystalline throne. King Kold resisted the urge to kill the advisor cowering before him.

"What do you mean nothing?" he hissed, his accented speech was low and irritated.

"Well, there's...NOTHING. No ships being manufactured, no extra training exercises going on, not even another planet loaning him ships or supplies."

"And that's just the capital correct?"

"Yes, sire." The pink alien nodded. King Kold's glare became even more deadly.

"Did you even bother to check any of the other planets in his empire?" he bellowed, rising to his feet. The alien saw him form a ki blast in his palm.

"Yes sire we did! Of course we did! Not one planet in his empire is taking any steps toward preparing for an undertaking as large as the Kermana project is."

"Get out of my sight!" Kold bellowed and the alien disappeared. "How is this possible? He KNOWS that he can't possibly pull this off with the ships he has now! He can't be so stupid as to bury himself like this!"

"Father, maybe that arrogance of his has finally got the best of him and he really does think he can move the entire population of Kermana with the resources he has now. What are you worried about? You know he can't, I know he can't, everyone else knows he can't, so let him try. He'll fail, his empire will fall and we'll take it over. Saves us a lot of effort anyway." Kooler said, wondering why his father was making such a big deal of Vegeta's seemingly grievous error. His words had done little to change his father's mood; the wrinkled brow remained firmly in place. "If it worries you that much, why don't you just go ask the Kermanians what he's doing? They wouldn't be so stupid as to sign a treaty that couldn't do what it promised, especially when it comes to the wellbeing of their entire population."

"You really are dense, boy. Kermana will not talk to us, they know whose side they're on and it's not ours. Which means that the Vellmina sector will soon follow suit. Damn him!" Kold cried, slamming his fist onto the arm of the throne.

"Fine. If you are so concerned that this foolish little scheme of Vegeta's is going to work, which I can guarantee it won't, then let me go fight him. I'll kill him and then we'll take over his empire. Either way we win." King Kold rose to his feet and looked at his son.

"You are truly a fool. You are not strong enough to beat him. You are underestimating him Kooler and that is a mistake that can get you killed. Look at what happened to your brother. Do not think that I will allow another of my children to fall at the hands of that monkey!" King Kold bellowed. Suppressing his anger, he turned and left the room, leaving a very angry Kooler in his wake. His eyes narrowed. He had always despised his father for his blatant favoritism towards Frieza, but at that moment, he hated him.




The ship landed softly in the landing dock. Vegeta and Ardlin stood stoically by, awaiting the opening of the door. They had been informed earlier that week that a ship from Avallino, a small planet nestled in the Vellmina sector was coming to the capital.

"I feel like they're courting me." Vegeta said, his mood extremely light considering what had happened with Bulma two days before. Ardlin tried to suppress a smile.

"They are, Sire. What do you think it is?" He asked. Usually such idle chitchat with the king would not be allowed. But Ardlin sensed that Vegeta was in one of his rare good moods today and decided to take full advantage of it. Vegeta simply shrugged his shoulders in reply. When the Avallinians had contacted him, it was to inform him that they were sending a 'gift' to him. It was a tradition on their planet to give gifts before the beginning of business negotiations. If Vegeta accepted this gift, then the negotiations would begin.

The door opened slowly revealing a pretty young girl standing at the top of the unloading ramp. Her dark brown hair matched her eyes perfectly, setting off her light olive skin. She descended down the ramp with her head held high, swinging her curvaceous hips as she walked. Bowing before Vegeta, she spoke confidently.

"Sire, my name is Teresa. The Avallinian people would like to honor you by presenting a gift, myself, to you." Vegeta arched an eyebrow. She was his gift? The girl was a classic beauty, one who people would immortalize in art. But she was extremely young. She kept her eyes fastened on his boots, waiting for the silence to break.


Trunks was walking to the training room when he saw the ship descend to the landing docks. He hadn't been able to contain his curiosity at the new ship and against his better judgement, he had gone to see it land. Arriving at the docks, he saw his father and Ardlin watching the door slowly slide open. He didn't know what his father would say if he saw him here, so he jumped behind a stack of boxes, he curiosity as to why Vegeta would welcome a ship skyrocketing. There had to be a reason that he came out here, and Trunks had to know what it was. As he contemplated why Vegeta would do something like this instead of just sending Ardlin, a young woman descended down the unloading ramp. Upon setting eyes on her, all thoughts of discovering why Vegeta was here vanished as his breath caught in his throat.

She floated down the ramp in a way that looked as if her feet didn't touch the ground. Her back was straight and her head held high, the dark auburn waves fell half way down her back, blowing softly in the slight wind her decent caused. The red outfit she wore accented her hair and skin perfectly, she shown with the light of a billion stars. As she knelt in front of his father, Trunks was mesmerized by her crimson lips, moving sensually with words he couldn't hear. Without thinking he stood up, revealing his hiding place. He didn't care. He had to see more of the angel that just appeared in his life.



Vegeta's eyebrow arched as he saw a flash of purple hair appear out of the corner of his eye. The boy. Of course. He kept his attention on the girl before him, Teresa she said her name was. She was his gift? He clenched his jaw slightly; this wouldn't do at all.

"How old are you, girl?" he asked flatly. Ardlin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, what would make Vegeta ask that question?

"Sixteen, sire." She answered smoothly, hiding the knot of fear she felt in her stomach. Vegeta nodded his head and turned to Ardlin. He spoke lowly to his advisor, the words inaudible to anyone else. Ardlin nodded after Vegeta was through.

"Girl, gather your things and follow my advisor Ardlin. He will inform you of all you need to know." She nodded, confused, and soon followed Ardlin off the landing dock. Keeping his eyes on the ship in front of him, he smirked. "Boy! Come here."



Trunks' heart started pounded at Vegeta's words. He had seen him, of course he had, Trunks had been too busy trying to get a better look at the vision of a girl that had just followed Ardlin off the dock. Taking a deep breath he strode proudly over to Vegeta, unconsciously showing the royal blood that coursed through his veins. Bowing a bit, as he had been told to do when addressed by the king, Trunks stared coldly at his father's profile. The night in the garden had not been forgotten.

"Yes?" he asked, ice cracking off his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Vegeta demanded, not really caring about the answer.

"I just happened by as the ship landed." He answered him shortly. Vegeta closed his eyes for a second, a slight smirk appeared on his face.

"She's quite lovely isn't she?"

"I'm sorry?" Trunks asked, trying to mind his manners and keep his heart from shooting out of his chest. For all the things for Vegeta to notice about him, he had to notice him staring at that girl like a mindless animal?

"Boy, do not presume to think I am stupid. I saw you ogling her. Perhaps one day you will learn to be more subtle about these things." Trunks glared silently at his father, unsure of what to do or say next. But he didn't have to do anything, Vegeta continued talking. "She is a concubine. You do know what a concubine is don't you?" Trunks' eyes went wide. Her? A concubine? His heart sank into his feet. "She was supposed to join the royal concubines, but plans have changed. She belongs to you now."

"WHAT?" Trunks asked, unable to hide his shock.

"You heard me."

"But...but why?" he asked, still unable to understand what was happening. Vegeta, his father, was giving him a concubine? None of it made any sense. He didn't even want a concubine! What the hell was going on?

"Boy, I will not tarnish my honor by taking a GIRL young enough to be my daughter into my bed. I prefer women." He said simply and strode off the tarmac. Through his stunned and uncomprehending haze, he realized that that was the longest conversation he had ever had with his father, and it had ended exactly the same way as all their other exchanges. Trunks a bundle of indefinable emotions, left staring at Vegeta's retreating back.