Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue 2--Here We Stand ❯ Future to Control ( Chapter 7 )
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By: StaindGT 
The court decides
And trunks gets some information
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
The court decides
And trunks gets some information
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.15.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 309 | Status: Completed
~~~~~~````Chapter Future to Control
As much as Vegeta hated having to be here in this damned court room, he knew he had no choice. Bra was turning eighteen in a few months. She would have to choose a partner anyway. It sucked that it was the rotten half-breed but they had already marked each other. There was nothing more he could do.
He sat now next to Bulma leaning on the opposite side of the chair to get as far away from her as possible. Why was is always so awkward with her? All he wanted to do was fuck her and yet, he didn’t even feel like he was allowed to touch her. Touching her, Vegeta closed his eyes upon the thought. He had been so close this afternoon but then his temper got a hold of him and he ruined it. No, she ruined it, by mentioning Turles. He had heard that name enough now that his daughter was here. All she wanted was to talk about was her father, to find out things about him. Well, she learned from him didn’t she? She asked, he told her how he was sent to Netu for betraying the throne. That surely downed her spirits. Gods, how he hated her just for being Turles’s daughter and being so damn hot. She was always around him wearing clothes that revealed so much of her perfect body. And those wings, when expanded reached a ten foot radius. Those fucking yellow eyes that one could see in the dark were too hard to ignore. Even for him.
Vegeta shook his head. Six months without sex and here he was thinking of another female. He growled silently to himself and glanced over at Bulma who was playing with her necklace, bored out of her mind. He wanted her more then anything and yet he knew he couldn’t have her not until Trunks was back in her arms. So here he was thinking of a more eligible female. How disgusting. Ashamed of himself, Vegeta looked away when Bulma caught his eye.
Finally the court arrived, Radditz entered first, glaring down Goten for only a second before taking his seat along with other 12. Unie was the first to speak. “We have come to a decision.” Vegeta raised his brow in bored interest. “We have agreed to allow half-breed to be with half-breed as long as they do not have offspring.”
Bulma’s mouth gapped open obviously objecting their answer and without hesitation stood, “You can’t do that. Sooner or later the Sayian race will be too little. You have to--”
“Allowing other creatures to taint the Sayian blood was not our judgment, Lady,” Hinda was the only Sayian left from the previous court Vegeta’s father created. His mother had asked to spare her life. “So to ensure that the Sayian race does not deplete, we must limit the number of half-breed relationships. However, since Bra is the leading heir, she must either choose between being a royal, or being with a half-breed.”
Bra interrupted, “Daddy do something.” But Vegeta just looked away, it really didn’t matter to him if she was a royal or not. She will still protected. She will still live in the castle and be treated as royalty. She just won’t inherit the throne. If Trunks was still dead, he would have thrown a fit. But he was not worried now. Bra however panted in her anger and tears rolled down her cheeks, gazing at Goten and then glaring at the court. “My whole life, you ordered everything. You ordered my birth. You ordered my teachings. You decided the places I went and the people that I met, and the way I acted. If I were to be queen, I would have all of you killed. But I’d much rather have a half-breed for a mate then have you decide one more thing for me. And if I want a child, by Vela I will have a child.”
Radditz, having been quiet, spoke, “Then it will be hunted down and killed.” Vegeta’s eyes were on him but he paid no mind.
Bra shot her blue eyes to him, “You were like my uncle my whole life. And now because of vengeance, you speak. You have no idea the ordeal that I have been through and that I am going through. But don’t you forget, Radditz, that your son turned his back on me. I suffered! Because of you. It was always your fault. You have no idea how many times Kali and I fought because of you, and I ALWAYS defended you! He hated you then, and I bet he hates you now. So you may turn the court against me. And you may banish me. But you will live with the guilt of destroying your own son for the rest of your life.”
Goten stood up along with her, following her to the door but he turned to the court staring obviously at Radditz. “And if we do happen to have a child. Just try it and see what happens.” His eyes flickered to teal for just a second allowing a smirk on his thin lips before disappearing.
Everybody stood except Vegeta who’s eyes were on the quiet soldier. “Radditz.” The man shook out of his daze and turned to his king. “You’re off the court.” All nobles stalled and gasped at the decision, even Bulma gazed upon him.
His brows knit. He had been on this court since Vegeta took the throne. “On what cause?”
“You sought revenge and you attained it. My daughter is no longer a royal because of you.”
“Vegeta, that was the court’s decision.”
“I am sure that you had a say in it as well. This is not however up for discussion. You’re off the court.” Vegeta left and as support, Bulma followed right behind.
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Vegeta entered the small cottage and quickly woke the robots that slept in the corner of the kitchen to begin making dinner for his dying son. The boy’s bones where showing through his stomach, all muscle mass had diminished and his blue eyes were sunken into his skull. Trunks needed twenty four hour care but he could trust no one. He had thought about Tolana who knew nothing about Trunks but fear that his son would lose himself to lust nagged at the back of his skull. Now that he knew the boy had a mate he would keep all female persons away.
Vegeta forced himself to blink upon seeing Trunks enter the room. The necklace was around his neck and the ring glittered in the light. The boy must have remembered that item. Vegeta would have to bring her shortly. Maybe it would help his memory.
Trunks ran his hand through his shoulder length wet hair. Freshly out of the shower, he still looked like shit. Wearing no shirt and only pants, Vegeta could see every bone. It was frightening. Trunks smiled lightly, “Sorry about attacking you.” Vegeta pointed to the chair and Trunks sat with a sigh. He dropped a large book in front of his son. “What’s this?”
“This is about you.” His blue eyes shot up. “The royal family. The court wrote our every move so each new generation can learn from the one before. Read it later.”
“Will you teach me how to read? And how to speak Sayian-Di?”
“I brought you a chip.” He set it down on the table. “This will teach you all languages known in the universe. Now, you need to eat.”
His hand grasped the small invention, “I’m not hungry.”
Vegeta watched his fascination while flipping the item around between his fingers. Bulma had herself a student it seems.“You will eat.” The robots with only five minutes of preparation had already conjured up ten plates, each a foot high, filled with each different meat on the planet. Vegeta sat and folded his arms, “You will not leave the table till all of this is gone.”
The blue eyes darkened quickly and appeared sinister and rebellious, “You will not tell what I should do. I am not your slave. If I say I am not hungry, then I will not eat. Unless you chose to force me.” Trunks stood with fisted hands. Eyes black with haunting memories.
Vegeta smirked. “You are my son. And you will obey. Now eat.” Vegeta watched as the evil that was forced inside of him, slowly be overtaken by the kindness that dwelled in the boy’s heart.
He smiled softly, “Sorry.” And sat down again.
“You are getting better.”
“How can you tell?”
“You recognize now when you are not yourself. That means you will soon be able to control it.”
“How do you know? I mean, how do you know the evil part of me, isn’t me?”
“Because then, you would have short periods of being civil and instead have a corrupt point of view most of the time. Enough talk. Eat.” Trunks smiled and sighed heavily
“Sure you don’t want any?”
As much as Vegeta hated having to be here in this damned court room, he knew he had no choice. Bra was turning eighteen in a few months. She would have to choose a partner anyway. It sucked that it was the rotten half-breed but they had already marked each other. There was nothing more he could do.
He sat now next to Bulma leaning on the opposite side of the chair to get as far away from her as possible. Why was is always so awkward with her? All he wanted to do was fuck her and yet, he didn’t even feel like he was allowed to touch her. Touching her, Vegeta closed his eyes upon the thought. He had been so close this afternoon but then his temper got a hold of him and he ruined it. No, she ruined it, by mentioning Turles. He had heard that name enough now that his daughter was here. All she wanted was to talk about was her father, to find out things about him. Well, she learned from him didn’t she? She asked, he told her how he was sent to Netu for betraying the throne. That surely downed her spirits. Gods, how he hated her just for being Turles’s daughter and being so damn hot. She was always around him wearing clothes that revealed so much of her perfect body. And those wings, when expanded reached a ten foot radius. Those fucking yellow eyes that one could see in the dark were too hard to ignore. Even for him.
Vegeta shook his head. Six months without sex and here he was thinking of another female. He growled silently to himself and glanced over at Bulma who was playing with her necklace, bored out of her mind. He wanted her more then anything and yet he knew he couldn’t have her not until Trunks was back in her arms. So here he was thinking of a more eligible female. How disgusting. Ashamed of himself, Vegeta looked away when Bulma caught his eye.
Finally the court arrived, Radditz entered first, glaring down Goten for only a second before taking his seat along with other 12. Unie was the first to speak. “We have come to a decision.” Vegeta raised his brow in bored interest. “We have agreed to allow half-breed to be with half-breed as long as they do not have offspring.”
Bulma’s mouth gapped open obviously objecting their answer and without hesitation stood, “You can’t do that. Sooner or later the Sayian race will be too little. You have to--”
“Allowing other creatures to taint the Sayian blood was not our judgment, Lady,” Hinda was the only Sayian left from the previous court Vegeta’s father created. His mother had asked to spare her life. “So to ensure that the Sayian race does not deplete, we must limit the number of half-breed relationships. However, since Bra is the leading heir, she must either choose between being a royal, or being with a half-breed.”
Bra interrupted, “Daddy do something.” But Vegeta just looked away, it really didn’t matter to him if she was a royal or not. She will still protected. She will still live in the castle and be treated as royalty. She just won’t inherit the throne. If Trunks was still dead, he would have thrown a fit. But he was not worried now. Bra however panted in her anger and tears rolled down her cheeks, gazing at Goten and then glaring at the court. “My whole life, you ordered everything. You ordered my birth. You ordered my teachings. You decided the places I went and the people that I met, and the way I acted. If I were to be queen, I would have all of you killed. But I’d much rather have a half-breed for a mate then have you decide one more thing for me. And if I want a child, by Vela I will have a child.”
Radditz, having been quiet, spoke, “Then it will be hunted down and killed.” Vegeta’s eyes were on him but he paid no mind.
Bra shot her blue eyes to him, “You were like my uncle my whole life. And now because of vengeance, you speak. You have no idea the ordeal that I have been through and that I am going through. But don’t you forget, Radditz, that your son turned his back on me. I suffered! Because of you. It was always your fault. You have no idea how many times Kali and I fought because of you, and I ALWAYS defended you! He hated you then, and I bet he hates you now. So you may turn the court against me. And you may banish me. But you will live with the guilt of destroying your own son for the rest of your life.”
Goten stood up along with her, following her to the door but he turned to the court staring obviously at Radditz. “And if we do happen to have a child. Just try it and see what happens.” His eyes flickered to teal for just a second allowing a smirk on his thin lips before disappearing.
Everybody stood except Vegeta who’s eyes were on the quiet soldier. “Radditz.” The man shook out of his daze and turned to his king. “You’re off the court.” All nobles stalled and gasped at the decision, even Bulma gazed upon him.
His brows knit. He had been on this court since Vegeta took the throne. “On what cause?”
“You sought revenge and you attained it. My daughter is no longer a royal because of you.”
“Vegeta, that was the court’s decision.”
“I am sure that you had a say in it as well. This is not however up for discussion. You’re off the court.” Vegeta left and as support, Bulma followed right behind.
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Vegeta entered the small cottage and quickly woke the robots that slept in the corner of the kitchen to begin making dinner for his dying son. The boy’s bones where showing through his stomach, all muscle mass had diminished and his blue eyes were sunken into his skull. Trunks needed twenty four hour care but he could trust no one. He had thought about Tolana who knew nothing about Trunks but fear that his son would lose himself to lust nagged at the back of his skull. Now that he knew the boy had a mate he would keep all female persons away.
Vegeta forced himself to blink upon seeing Trunks enter the room. The necklace was around his neck and the ring glittered in the light. The boy must have remembered that item. Vegeta would have to bring her shortly. Maybe it would help his memory.
Trunks ran his hand through his shoulder length wet hair. Freshly out of the shower, he still looked like shit. Wearing no shirt and only pants, Vegeta could see every bone. It was frightening. Trunks smiled lightly, “Sorry about attacking you.” Vegeta pointed to the chair and Trunks sat with a sigh. He dropped a large book in front of his son. “What’s this?”
“This is about you.” His blue eyes shot up. “The royal family. The court wrote our every move so each new generation can learn from the one before. Read it later.”
“Will you teach me how to read? And how to speak Sayian-Di?”
“I brought you a chip.” He set it down on the table. “This will teach you all languages known in the universe. Now, you need to eat.”
His hand grasped the small invention, “I’m not hungry.”
Vegeta watched his fascination while flipping the item around between his fingers. Bulma had herself a student it seems.“You will eat.” The robots with only five minutes of preparation had already conjured up ten plates, each a foot high, filled with each different meat on the planet. Vegeta sat and folded his arms, “You will not leave the table till all of this is gone.”
The blue eyes darkened quickly and appeared sinister and rebellious, “You will not tell what I should do. I am not your slave. If I say I am not hungry, then I will not eat. Unless you chose to force me.” Trunks stood with fisted hands. Eyes black with haunting memories.
Vegeta smirked. “You are my son. And you will obey. Now eat.” Vegeta watched as the evil that was forced inside of him, slowly be overtaken by the kindness that dwelled in the boy’s heart.
He smiled softly, “Sorry.” And sat down again.
“You are getting better.”
“How can you tell?”
“You recognize now when you are not yourself. That means you will soon be able to control it.”
“How do you know? I mean, how do you know the evil part of me, isn’t me?”
“Because then, you would have short periods of being civil and instead have a corrupt point of view most of the time. Enough talk. Eat.” Trunks smiled and sighed heavily
“Sure you don’t want any?”