Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sins of the Past ❯ I'm Not Even Suppose to be Here ( Chapter 5 )

Ooops, screwed up here. Guess I forgot to post this chapter, but posted six and seven. I know, what an idiot. Sorry!

Chapter 5

I'm Not Even Suppose To Be Here

The darkness began to subside, only to be replaced by one thing- pain. Vegeta groaned and tried to remember what had happened. He had been uneasy the last few days, although he couldn't think of why. It was like he was waiting for something. So he had done the only thing he could to deal with the uneasiness, he had trained. He trained as hard and for a long as he could, before exhaustion took over and he was able to sleep. Maybe that was what had happened, he had hurt himself training. He slowly opened his eyes, but bolted upright in shock. Instead of lying in his own bed, he was in a strange room. One that looked a bit like a prison cell, simply because of its lack of furnishings. The sudden movement sent waves of pain through his head, and he sank back onto the bed. His arm was throbbing too for some reason, and when he looked at it he saw blood drying from a small, but deep wound. The pain was quickly replaced by an overpowering anger. He no longer cared where he was or why, only about finding out who had dared to do this to him, and making them pay. Ignoring the pain, he pushed himself up, and began searching for a way out. No windows, or doors, it looked like the only way out would be to blast a hole in the wall. Having made his decision, he stood, and his best to ignore his blurry vision as he tried to figure out which wall would be best.

The wall suddenly slid open and Amma stormed in. "All right, here's the deal, Your Highness. I'm not even supposed to be here. I should be preparing to leave so that in a few hours I can have my week's worth of leave. But no, instead of a week of drinking, fighting and sex, not in that order, mind you, I have to be here watching you scowl at me like that." She flopped down on the bench across from him and glared.

Vegeta rubbed his aching head, and growled, "Is there a point to your babbling?"

"Yes, there is, aren't you listening?"

"Then get to the point. I don't have time to listen to you."

"Actually, yes you do. You're not going anywhere until I say you can." She crossed her arms and regarded him smugly. "You're my prisoner."

"What?" he cried. It was bad enough someone had managed to capture him, but to think this ridiculous woman was responsible was almost more than he could bear.

"What part are you having trouble understanding?"

"I've had enough of your games, woman. Tell me what is going on or I'll…"

"Do nothing." She finished for him, "See that all goes back to the prisoner thing. You're stuck here and there is nothing you can do about it until I decide to let you go. If you should still get any funny ideas, there are a few things you should know. First of all, this whole room is a sort of shield. It will withstand any energy attacks you should try, and protect the rest of the ship. So escape that way is impossible. Then in case that isn't enough," she held up a small black box that looked like a remote control, "I have this cool clicker thing."

"Which is?" he folded his arms across his chest to keep from charging the woman and shoving her through a wall.

"You piss me off, and I push one of these buttons. Let's just say the result will be severe pain. Normally we would have collared you while you were sleeping, but since you are a prince, we thought you deserved a little special treatment. No need to thank us." She held a hand up, as though to stop him.

Vegeta's scowl deepened and his eyes burned dangerously.

"Also," she pointed up to a window that had opened high on the wall facing them, "That's Abraxious. Wave to him or you'll hurt his feelings." She waved to Abraxious; "He's big and not very smart, but very overprotective of me. Any false moves on your part, and he'll activate the floor protection. Again resulting in severe pain for you."

"Fine," he snapped, still seething with rage, "you've clearly planned ahead. Now what is the point?"

"Besides making you understand that kicking my ass is not an option?"

"Clearly not at this time. Although I'm sure the day will come." He grinned evilly at her.

"Yeah, I'm sure, take a number." Though she was doing her best not show it, he was beginning to get to her. He should have been out a lot longer, in fact she was worried she may have given him too much of the sleeping drug. If he could shake it off that quickly, there was no certainty that the security system could hold him.

"No, I will be the first, and if there is anything left after I'm done, the others can have their turn." He told her calmly.

"As much as I live for these insults, I do have things to do, so I will explain the situation. Do us both a favor and sit down before you fall. I would offer you something for your head, but I have a feeling you wouldn't take it."

"I am fine." Vegeta snapped, but still he sat, "Explain yourself, then leave."

"Of course, Your Majesty." She snapped, "As I told your wife…"

He was on his feet, "My wife? What the hell have you done to her?"

Amma clutched the remote and glanced up at Abraxious, to make sure he was watching. The rage she had witnessed before was nothing compared to this. "Nothing. She is fine, please sit down or I will be forced to take action." She showed him the remote again. "She and your son are both home and safe. They have nothing to do with any of this and will not be involved. Do you understand?"

He said nothing, but sat down again.

"Thank you." Amma refused to let him see how relieved she was; "You have been retained by the authority of the Intergalactic Council for an investigation of charges of war crimes."

He stared at her blankly.

"Because the crimes in question were committed such a long time ago, you will be given the chance to explain such things as extenuating circumstances. Which I might add, most soldiers from Frieza's army have been released from trial due to the tortures they themselves suffered from Frieza. Normally I would have taken you to the Special Council to plead your case, but your wife convinced me otherwise. Now I am stuck here until I can decide whether to take you to the Tribunal to stand trial or release you. I will leave you now to think of how you will plead your case for release. I will return tomorrow. She rose and started for the door.

"There will be no need."

She stopped and turned to face him, "No need for what?"

"To return tomorrow. You may take me to the Tribunal. I will not try to excuse my actions to you or anyone else."

"You do understand that if the Tribunal finds you guilty of these crimes, you will be put to death? That is why you are being given this option."

"As I've said, take me to the Tribunal, let them decide my fate."

"No, you don't seem to understand the Tribunal won't show you any leniency. Once you are taken before them it's a foregone conclusion that you are guilty. It's a farce of a trial; they will simply list your crimes, and sentence you to death. That is why you are allowed the chance to put a stop to it before you stand before the Tribunal."

"I understand what you are saying, it makes no difference. I will not say it again, take me before the Tribunal."

"I can't do that. I promised your wife I would try to help, even if that means without your cooperation."

"My wife has nothing to do with this, you said that yourself. She doesn't know half as much as she thinks she does." He was becoming angry again.

"For some reason, she feels you are worth saving, even if you don't. I can't in good conscience take you before the Tribunal like this." She stretched her hand out to him, "I can understand you don't want to explain yourself. Take my hand, I will see the truth in your heart, and save your pride."

He stared at her hand for so long, she was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake.

Abraxious leaned forward to see what was going on. Forgetting the window was there he thumped his head. The sound breaking the spell below.

"I refuse your offer." He turned his back on her.

"Then you will die."

He turned back to her, and stared at her with emotionless eyes, "There are worse things than death."