Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ Just Missed Him ( Chapter 8 )

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"Reports." Vegeta huffed when he barged in the Motherboard Control Room.(MBCR) The engineers quickly rose to their seats, saluting before hurrying back to their main problem while the leader explained.

Bardock stood with a grim expression, "Damages were minimal--"

"I don't care about that. What of my mate and brat?"

"Queen Bulma is secure in her chambers. She has only minimal injury to her wrist."

"Why?"

A small smirk appeared on his face, "She punched Radditz in the face screaming she wanted to find her daughter." Vegeta chuckled, shaking his head but motioned for him to continue. "Princess Bra has yet to be found."

His humor quickly dropped at that news as he barred his teeth. "Don't tell me that shit. There are only so many places she can be! We're on a ship for fucking sake!"

"Yes, sir. But we only have views to hallways and main parts of the ship. She could be any one of the hundred rooms aboard here."

"Then check every single room inch by inch. I want her found before we reach the Solar System. And if results still are not positive, I will kill each one of you in here for each minute after."

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Arcadia eyed the little capsule that was held in his hand. He was skeptic, he had to admit. How the hell can ten pre-made meals fit into this tiny, miniscule, little, pill-shaped thing? It just wasn't physically possible. He wiggled the capsule in his grasp several directions before finally flicking his blue eyes up at the slug creature who was watching with humorous green lips. "Push the button and throw it on the table."

A raised eyebrow was his only response but he proceeded to do as ordered only to drop his jaw in awe as meals spread out on the table in perfect order, none on top of each other or upside down, or spilt. It was flawless. Arcadia stepped to the table, poking the sizzling chicken. "Not possible."

"Oh, yea it's possible. You humans. Disgusting. We've had this invention since twenty some years ago. I don't know how it all works. Don't care. Now come on. You've stayed here too long." The man mumbled as he slid down the space station, his slim being left behind him.

Arcadia gathered up the twenty capsules that he got and stuffed them into his bag before hurrying after. "Hey, I have a few questions if you don't mind."

"Of course me mind. Hurry up."

"All right. Do you know anything about Planet Vegeta?" Arcadia stalled suddenly as the slug swung around.

"What's you need to know about that?"

"Umm…I…uhh…I'm looking for someone is all."

"OH yeah?"

"Yeah."

The man/it straightened to glared down at the human creature. "What do you want to know?"

"Well, what happened to it?"

"It was blown apart. Some twenty years ago."

"By what?"

"Ain't by what. By who. Lord Frieza. Tore that place apart after slaterin' everyone on it. Includin' the royal family. Ain't no one escape. Not even Frieza. The king of that planet put up a good fight ended up destroyin' both of themselves."

"You sure no one escaped?"

The slug stalled in response causing Arcadia to fidget before him nervously. "It's said that before the planet blew, the royal family sent their kid off the planet but it was blown up in the sky. Is the rumor anyway. Some people believe that the ghosts of the royal family are forever lost in space searchin for their missin' kid. But from what I know. Every single monkey is dead. And thank Frieza for that."

"Monkey?"

"You really ain't no nothing bout the race huh? I didn't think no one don't know."

"Human, you know."

"Right. These Sayians as they liked to be called were half ape. Under full moon they turned into huge apes and destroyed worlds with this transformation. Their killers. That's the reason Frieza blastin' them all from the universe."

"Killers?"

"Merciless beings. Powerful but merciless. Destroyed the weak, took over the strong. Disgustin' creatures."

"Do you know anything about the queen?"

"Queen Bulma."

"Bulma?"

"She was a smart bitch. She created all this shit here. Those capsules. That pod. Most all weapons in space. She was a spitfire. That female would talk back to Frieza like he was a bug under her shoe. She got her lesson in the end. She was humanoid. Came from a different part of the galaxy."

"Humanoid? Like human?"

"Kinda. But not."

"You sure there isn't anyone in this galaxy or the next that's Sayian?"

"Why you want to know?"

"As I said. I'm trying to find somebody."

"And as I said. All of them are dead. And if they ain't dead yet, they're gonna die real soon. 'Specially with Lord Klooer ruler this galaxy now."

"Klooer?"

"Frieza's brother. Hundred times stronger then any creature in the universe. But…there is somethin," The creature stared at Arcadia for a moment before leaning down causing the lavender child to arch back, slightly intimated by the huge animal. "There's this one planet. About a few light-years and 8 knots from here. Should only take twelve hours or so. I heard rumor that one Sayian still lives there. Planet's called uhh…Retni. Ugly race. Hates Sayians but supposedly their ruler is Sayian. Kind of Ironic, ain't it. He goes by the name…Kité. He might be able to answer some of your questions. Now get off my station."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it." Arcadia bowed before stepping onto his ship.

Polti smirked as he watched the kid enter his ship and close the doors. He slithered up to the entrance of the docking bay, switching on the communicator that was built into the wall. After several buttons and waiting a moment an unclear image appeared, "Get me Lord Klooer." He waited for the reply chuckling, "Tell him a kid just stopped by here. With a pure stench of monkey royalty."

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"You found her?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well?" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow as he looked about the Mission's Control Command View Port. This is was the place where all of his orders during war went out. Or when he was just bored and wanted to command people around while having a perfect and pure view of space. "Where is she?"

"Sir…" Radditz coughed, "We are still trying to, umm… retrieve her."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"She… She refuses to come and in effect has so far fought and beaten all the guards that were sent to get her. No one is brave enough to use their full power, sir. Considering what you would do to them."

"Smart at least. After I return from my trip from Earth, her energy should be depleted by then. Bring her to my throne room."

"King Vegeta." A mission control specialist spoke from his chair by the main panel, "We have a space port. Should we blow it up, sir?"

"Let's hear their plea first. Bring it up on the screen." Vegeta was un-amused at the ugly creature before him, glaring at the Wetori that was usually known as a slug. He had thought that he destroyed that clan years ago. Well, there's always a few that happen to escape.

"King Vegeta." It greeted with a nervous bow.

"Are you with the Klooer Empire?"

"I am with no empire. I'm a port station. Something that is against universal law to destroy."

"And since when have you known the Sayian Empire to care for universal law?"

"Point taken."

"We are proceeding to this Solar System. Any problems with that?"

"No, King Vegeta. Just I'm not sure if the Cold Empire will be pleased with your presence in their territory."

"It will be mine shortly. But that is not why I am here nor is it any of your concern. I do have a few questions though. You are the owner of the port Station, correct?"

"For twenty-three years, sire."

"Then you would know if any pod has past by here in the last eighteen?"

"No, sir. No record of it. Ain't no one pass out of this Solar system in forever. Not since of course, Queen Bulma."

"You sure? Check your system."

The slug creature disappeared from view screen for a few moments before returning, "No record, sir. Not even Klooer himself came into this part of the galaxy."

Vegeta pinch the bridge of his nose. The creature could possibly be telling the truth since it's radius of alarm is only more then a hundred kilometers. Space is very vast, the boy's pod could have come from any direction. Only question is, how the hell did it get all the way out here? It was two whole days off course. And in space at that type of speed, that was a hell of a lot of light-years away. Vegeta's pessimistic attitude about finding the lost piece of his family here was starting to get much more negative. But they've come all this way, why stop now? "He'll live. For now. But if and when we return from our trip and there is a fleet waiting for us, we'll know the betrayers among us." Normally, Vegeta would have destroyed it. But two reasons were holding him back. He wasn't in Cold's Territory to start anything. He didn't have the fleet for it at the moment. And blowing up a Space port in their region would certainly be a sign for battle. And second, the woman would be up and down his ass for killing without reason. Vegeta joggled the thought of killing the creature just to speak to his mate but then marked it down as just being pathetic. He scoffed mentally. Since when did he have to kill someone just to talk to his mate?