Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ Planet Me ( Chapter 7 )

Here you go, Trunks, told you I would update soon. Hope everyone is enjoying the story, and thanks to everyone who has let me know what they think. I think this chapter is interesting to say the least, and would really like to hear what other people think.

Chapter 7

Planet Me

Bulma followed Amma down the small dark corridor. There were doors at intervals, but no windows. There were smaller slits in each door, just big enough to slide food to the prisoners. The whole area stunk of urine among other things, and it took everything Bulma had not to be sick. Eyes peered at them through the food slots, and Bulma made the mistake of making eye contact with one of them.

"Hey, Commander, I have something here for you and your friend." A lewd man's voice called.

"Stick it through there and I cut it off." Amma snapped without turning around.

"What about your friend?"

"How about I have Abraxious come in there and kick your ass? Would that help cool you down?"

The food slot slammed shut.

"That's what I thought." Amma muttered, "Keep your eyes on the floor." She commanded Bulma; "You'll only agitate them."

"You have Vegeta down here?"

"In a manner of speaking, he's not only a higher security risk, but royalty, so we have different accommodations for him."

"Cell, you mean, no matter how you try to dress it up, that's what it is."

"Look, if you can't handle this, we'll go back now." She was starting to regret bringing Bulma into the prison, "I'm not going to listen to you whine. You should actually be thanking me because I'm still here, if I'd listened to that idiot husband of yours we would be long gone, and he would be on his way to his death."

"I thought you said there would be a trial."

"The Tribunal's conviction rate is 100%. No one goes before them unless they know the person is guilty. It's a screwed up system, which is why we have the pretrial interviews. That is when people are found innocent. If your husband refuses to defend himself, I have no choice but to hand him over to the Tribunal."

"Even though that means his death?"

"I don't know what reality you're living in, but there is a reason the Council wanted him arrested in the first place. He's not a total innocent in all this. If he can't admit what he did was wrong or at least that he was forced to do the things he did, then yes, I can take him to his death."

"And you'll be okay with that?"

"My feelings are irrelevant. This is my job, I didn't want to be in this situation to begin with, but I'll tell you one thing, I will not lie for him. I'm not telling the Council he told me things he didn't and if that means his death, then so be it." She slammed her hand into the wall and a door opened, "Rise and shine," she growled, "You have a visitor."

"I told you once…" Vegeta began, but stopped when he saw Bulma, "What is she doing here?" he asked, his voice dangerous.

"She wanted to talk to you, though I can't imagine why." Amma motioned for Bulma to sit across from Vegeta, pointing to the floor she said; "You can't cross that line."

"You told me you had left her out of this!" Vegeta snarled his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"And I have. She insisted on talking to you."

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest, "Leave, woman, this does not concern you."

"What do you mean this doesn't concern me? Are you really that stupid?" Bulma turned to Amma, pleading, "Could you leave us alone for a minute?"

"No, sorry, can't do that." She moved to the corner of the bench, "I'll sit here real quiet and it will be like I left." She leaned back against the wall, and closed her yes; "I'm not sleeping either so don't try anything funny. Ab's watching too." She pointed to the window and waved.

Bulma looked at Amma for a moment before she turned back to Vegeta, "Don't you understand what will happen if you don't tell them what they ask?"

"I have been informed." He said, coldly.

"And that's it? You don't care?" he voice was rising, "And what about Trunks and me, have you thought of that?"

"I refuse to defend my actions to inferiors."

"What did you say?" Amma demanded, leaping to her feet.

"You were suppose to be quiet." Bulma protested.

Amma ignored Bulma and turned to Vegeta, eyes blazing, and "I think I misheard you I find it hard to believe that a prince of a nonexistent planet could dare to call me an inferior. Would you care to explain that to me? Never presume you know anything about me or anyone in my crew, do you understand? You don't have the first clue what you are dealing with here."

Vegeta smirked; he had touched a nerve, "Then please, enlighten me."

"Vegeta, please," Bulma interrupted, she didn't see this exchange ending well at all.

"I've told you, woman, this does not concern you." He answered coldly, his eyes still on Amma.

"Look at her!" Amma bellowed, "You look at her and tell her none of this matters. You tell her you life means nothing. You look her in the eye and tell her, tell her your pride is more important to you than her and your son. You tell her everything she believes about you is a lie."

Vegeta turned his back on both of them. "You may leave now. I have nothing to say."

"That's it?" Bulma wailed, "You have nothing to say? You have no answers for any of that? I can't believe…" her voice tailed off as she felt tears welling in her eyes.

"Come on," Amma said, gently, her hands on Bulma's shoulders as she led her from the room, "Trust me, I think this impending widowhood of yours is the best thing that could happen to you."