Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ So Blue ❯ Problems? ( Chapter 9 )

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Is it possible to be nervous? Is it feasible to anticipate while at the same time knowing that his hope was false? His subconscious, one could even say his heart, knew his child was dead. Kids were always dying when sent out on missions such as going to planets. The void of space was very dangerous. Especially with the creatures that controlled it. So it wasn't unheard of. Take Radditz's story. That is only one in a thousand. So why did Vegeta believe that theirs was even a slight possibility after eighteen years, that his first heir is still alive?

Vegeta blamed his mind, his conscious. That was the only part of him that always remained stubborn. No matter how many facts, how many impossibilities, and how many years, his mind still refused to admit defeat. But that was how it always was. With Bulma, with Frieza, with his failed bond, and still, always with his son. His conscious prohibited hopelessness.

They were an hour away. His heart was pounding against it's rib cage, asking him with each hard pump to unlock the gate so it could ripe through his chest. This always happened. Whenever they believed they were close or that they had finally found what they had searched for, his chest would heave in pants, his feet needed to be walking, and his hands had to be pounding something. He wasn't a Sayian for nothing. But at the moment, a part of him was whispering to his subconscious to be with his mate. To just watch her. Even if she didn't know he was there.

And that's what he was doing. Everyone that usually worked in this massive size for a lab was sleeping considering it would be night on their planet. The lights were dim and only lit just enough for her to work. Grease covered her cheeks and somehow she managed to get some on her nose. Vegeta half-smiled at her appearance. She never cared exactly what she looked like while she built her machines. It was when she was natural. All her make-up torn away. All her false smiles and happiness. All the things that made her queen seemed to not matter. And it was at moments like these he would always remember seeing her for the first time on Frieza's ship in his lab, working at her computer figuring out the specific code for the capsules. She was only sixteen when taken prisoner. So pure and innocent but had the bitchest responses any one beside himself had ever said a loud.

Vegeta leaned further into the darkness as she moved around her new invention. He wondered what exactly about this flyer that was so different but he didn't dare speak. He just wanted to stare at her for a few moments. Take in her appearance. Her blue bangs stuck to her forehead by her sweat that glistened in the obscurity of the light. Her hair rolled into a bun as usually. Her navy work jumpsuit was taken down to her waist so only her sleeveless white undershirt covered her. Vegeta watched the muscles in her shaped arms as she stretched them above her head to screw a bolt in. Had she always had such muscle? He hadn't remembered so. There're so many things he didn't know about her. So many things he had forgotten but longed to remember again. Like the sound of her heart beating against his ear after he finished pleasuring her beyond her wildest imagination. Or the way she would whisper into his hair how much she loved him. Damn, it had been too long to hear those words from her lips. Vegeta tried to remember the last time but even with his highly significant memory, he couldn't. And with that sad last thought, Vegeta backed up from his secret entry door and shut it just as silent.

Bulma sighed as she dropped her head before letting her eyes stray over to the supposable unknown entrance. He didn't say anything. Why didn't he even say anything? Then again, what did she expect him to say? Bulma rubbed the back of her hand against her drenched forehead as she walked over to her work bench to mindlessly clean her tools. It was the only thing she could do to keep from thinking of how close they were to that of her home. Supposable where her eighteen year old child had taken refuge these past years.

Let's be rationally. Her child being knocked off course by forty eight hours and ends up safely on the planet she was from? Not possible. It was illogically. Plain out stupid. Bulma knew since the age of sixteen that the fates of heaven were against her but to mock her in such a way was just sickening. How could they bring his pod to Earth? It was wrong plus rude. Bulma shook her head as she chuckled quietly to herself. 'It was rude'. What a defense. These were the gods of Arcadia for goodness sake. They do what they please.

Another sigh escaped her chapped lips while she grabbed a clothe to wipe the sweat and grease from her features. Her heart and mind were tired and defeated but it was pointless trying to sleep. Whenever they went on these fruitless missions her thoughts never allowed a second of rest and in result, when the mission turned out to actually be pointless, the depression was even stronger then it would have been. She hated this. She hated that he refused to give up and would drag her reluctantly with him. Bulma just wanted it to be over. Her child was dead, didn't Vegeta know that him going on like this was literally ripping a piece of her heart for it reminded her over and over again that Trunks was gone because of her. It was her plan to send Trunks away when it got too rough. She was the one that made the pod, she should have made the metal stronger, the engine faster. She should have sent him off the planet the moment Frieza was in their empire. Why didn't she?

The answer to that was simple. She wanted to believe in her husband. And by keeping the child, Vegeta knew that she had faith in him and that was what he needed. Apparently, it wasn't enough.

Bulma grasped her necklace and held it out before her, opening the locket to view the baby that rested inside. She smiled sadly at the beautiful child, swallowing hard as she felt the familiar lump in her throat. How many tears had she cried over this little one? Too many she cared to admit. She closed her eyes and prayed for him to be safe in Kami's heavens. It wasn't that she was giving up like Vegeta so many times claimed. No, a mother never gives up on her children. It was more then that. She was letting go. If only Vegeta would let her.

"Hello, Bulma." Gasping out loud at the suddenly words, Bulma swung around holding her hand to her chest wanting to calm her raging heart. She panted loudly through her nose as she stared at the man before her.

"Turles. What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I've come to see you."

"You need to leave." Bulma pushed herself from her workbench grabbing her wrench before she went back over to her machine once again wanting to distract herself from the evil male.

"You know you don't want that." Turles unfurled his tail from his armored waist, letting it flick lazily behind him while he stepped up behind his queen. His boots echoing in the empty dome causing Bulma to flinch in nervousness.

"You wouldn't know what I want. And I can assure you, it's not you."

"Now how can you say that, woman?"

"Don't call me that. I am your queen, Turles."

It was silent for a moment only the deep intake of breath through Turles's nose when he leaned into her before whispering to the back of her ear, "Forgive me, your majesty."

"Step back. Now." Bulma bit as she tried to keep her attentions on her project but his breath on her neck caused shivers much against her will.

"Are you sure you even know what you want?"

"Yes. It has always and will always be Vegeta."

A deep growl vibrated off of Turles's lips. He roughly grabbed her arm and swung her around, holding her hard to him, pushing her against the machine. However, when he caught her tear, his anger swiftly deteriorated and his hold lessened. With his free hand he wiped the offending liquid from her cheek, staring at it on his finger before meeting her blue eyes. "Why do you always do this when around me?"

"Because I am so ashamed of what I allowed to happen. But believe me, it will not be repeated."

"Do I not give what he refuses? Do I not make you feel things you have forgotten?"

"It is not you I think of. You must know that. I can never feel for you."

"But you cum for me!" He growled, pushing her back into her machine roughly once again, one hand holding her back while the other dropped between her legs, cupping her apex resulting in a deep breath intake from Bulma.

"Stop it, Turles."

"You enjoy it. Why must I stop?"

"Because it is wrong. I am in love with Vegeta."

"Who are you trying to prove that too? Certainly not me. Maybe to yourself?" Bulma bucked against him as he ground his hand against her clothed entrance. She glared at her Sayian counterpart while pushing on his unyielding chest, lowering them to his wrist trying with all of her human strength to get him to stop. "You struggle and yet, you like what I am doing to you."

"I am disgusted with what you are doing to me. And I want you to stop."

"That is what you said last time, love. And when I did, did you not finish it yourself?"

"Stop it, Turles! I will tell Vegeta that you are doing this and he will kill you."

"Would you really, Bulma?" Turles whispered against her cheek, resting his lips on her heated flesh before working down to her neck as he continued to rotate his fingers ignoring her protesting hands. "You wouldn't because I give you what you need."

"No, Turles. You are not what I need. Vegeta is the only one I'll ever need. Now stop!" With that, Bulma grabbed the screw driver that laid in reach and stabbed it into his arm. A groan sounded on his lips, instinctively yanking away from her.

Turles glared at her, ignoring the blood dripping down his arm, his tail flapping angrily behind him. He barred his teeth, grabbing the handle and ripping the painful weapon from his body, throwing it to her feet. "You will regret this, Lady." He stepped up to her, leaning down so his lips were equal with hers, "While Vegeta continues to pine over his son and ignore the woman he claimed regrettably; while you are alone at night in those lonely quarters of yours, I know you think of me. So while you touch yourself and bask in pleasures I could have given you, remember it was you that threw it all away for something that can never be." His stomps made Bulma flinch and shiver in his anger only to collapse to her knees as the door slammed shut.

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Arcadia trifled with the little communicator in his hand. He wonder if this thing actually worked having never tried it in actual space before. He wondered briefly what his future wife was doing at the moment. His other hand played with the gold ring, smiling in thoughts of their life together, with his real parents there. Real parents.

He pressed the silver button and typing in all ready pre-set digit that would send a direct link to hers. Arcadia questioned if Goten had found his yet and decided to call him next. A large grin though ripped him from his musing as he saw her beautiful face on the mini sized screen. "Arcadia? Is that you? Oh, baby are you OK? Where are you? Are you coming home soon?"

"Relax, girl. Breath for me." He chuckled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she smiled.

"Sorry, I was just worried about you."

"I'm fine. Actually you won't believe me but I'm outside our solar System. I at the moment passing the closet star to our planet. And to answer your last question, I'm not coming home yet. I got this lead from a space station that's right outside our solar system, and he told me about this Sayian that lives on this planet and that's where I'm going at the moment. Anyway, how about you? Are you OK?"

"Besides spending half of my time worrying about you I'm fine."

"Only half?"

"All right. That's all I do. You've been gone for too long. I want you back here right now."

"I've only been gone for…about ten hours. Just think of this as me usually gone."

"It's kind of hard to do that. Considering all those other times, you were on Earth and not light-years away."

"Point taken."

"Your brother had stopped by your apartment for you. I was unpacking. I didn't know what to tell him. So I just told him you went looking for your parents and he got really upset. He said something to me about making a ship to go look for you, we got in a big argument because I told him not to because you had to do this. But he ended up leaving. Then your mom called looking for Goten and when I told her you weren't here, she got all yelling to me on the phone. So now you're whole family is worried about you. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I don't lie really well so…"

"It's all right. They were going to find out sooner or later. I'll just--" His voice stalled abruptly as he was thrown against the wall by a brutal hit to his ship. Arcadia flew to his feet running over to the view screen that was beeping in alarm, his eyes widening at the sight of billions of rocks surrounding him. "Shit shit shit!" His fingers ran over the control panels, working the ship to dodge the dangerous meteor shower. Arcadia powered the boosters to their max to go straight up in the air, hoping that would be the quickest way out of the large downpour, but it wasn't any luck for he was sideswiped by a boulder, knocking the electricity out and before much else another hard impact from the side caused Arcadia to go flying and slam his head at the corner of the kitchen table, rendering him unconscious.

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"You getting anything?"

"No. You?"

"No. I knew we wouldn't. This is just a waste of our damn time."

"Maybe so but he's our king we got to respect that."

"Yeah, what a king. Ignores his people, drives us to the brink of extinction for some woman, now has out a twenty year search for a dead brat. He gives Sayian a bad--" His air caught in his throat as if something had just pulled his lungs right out of his rib cage. His eyes numbly and unblinking lowered down unable to find his chest. Gaping for breath, his black orbs rose again only to see the long-haired warrior first Commanding Officer of the Special Op fleet.

"No one insults the King and lives to realize their mistake." Radditz smirked at the Sayian guard, basking as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body fell with a sickening thud. Radditz's black eyes slid over to the shaking and quivering warrior, "Have anything to say?"

"N. n. n. No. s. Sir."

"Good. Now go and bring his body to the infirmary."

The man quickly saluted and hurried to fling the heavy body over his arm effortlessly and hustle up the ramp only to stall once more to salute the king then running to his destination. Vegeta's eyes followed humorously before sliding over to Radditz. Carelessly adjusting his gloves as he lowered, "I take it you had a reason."

"Yes, Vegeta-sama. He was insulting you."

Now standing before the long-haired soldier with a small smirk, "And you thought it enough to kill him without speaking with me?"

Radditz calm and collective features began to falter. "Yes, sir." He mentally cringed.

"Oh. Well. Ok. Then."

Radditz let out a sigh of relief only to regret it the instant Vegeta's fist slammed right into his stomach ridding him of any air left in his lungs. His arms unconsciously made their way to wrap around the wounded tissue while falling to his knees before his King gasping for breath that was at the moment being denied. Vegeta stepped back, fixing his gloves carelessly once again, "The Sayian race is deterring all on it's own. It does not need help, Radditz. So the next time you feel the need to kill another Sayian, direct your palm toward yourself. That would surely aid my empire to grow in numbers."

Coughing out blood, he replied, "Sorry, sir."

"Get up." Radditz stumbled to his feet, his face plastered in an obedient mask never allowing one ounce of pain to appear as he stretch this abdomen muscles to their fullest. "Which way?"

"Thirty miles north."

"Good. Stay here and protect my mate. Where's Kali?"

"Right here, sir."

Vegeta turned to see the youngest member of his Royal Military Unit (RMU). This nineteen-year old kid, which just happened to be Radditz's son, was the most powerful Sayian beside himself of course on Vegeta-sei. It was amazing at the strength the kid held. He made one hell of a sparring partner and could actually hold up a decent conversation. Vegeta could really say he liked the boy. He was smart, strong, always willing to learn, followed orders, far from being a coward, and to top it off, Kali had manners which is quite hard to find among the cocky group of Sayians. Only problem: he wasn't fully Sayian, which wasn't that much of a big deal but it just reminded Vegeta of his own son. In everything that the creature spoke and did, somehow Vegeta knew his son would be the exact same way.

Four other members of the RMU stepped out behind him wearing the same armor. Vegeta glanced down at their feet which was more then likely stupid considering they all wore the same boots. However, he couldn't help but think that maybe one of these pathetic creatures was with his daughter last night. His coal orbs rose up Kali's body seeing him casually talk to his father. Vegeta question only for a moment, before shaking his head. Kali wasn't a stupid child. He knew that no guard would have any standings with the Princess. Besides, if he remembered correctly Kali was all ready destined to another. It was one flaw of being strongest. The most powerful stayed and mated with the most powerful. It's just how the empire was.

And to top all of that, his daughter and Kali were only that of best friends. They grew up together, sparred together and had more of a brother and sister type of relationship then that of possible lovers. Radditz being second in command and always being in the palace had resulted in the two at a very young age to communicate with each other. It brought an idea to Vegeta. Maybe if he could talk to the man in private and ask him, it might be possible that Bra has told him of her secret suitor. He nodded to himself, it was a great idea.

But now back to the main subject. Vegeta jumped into the air, "Let's go!" He order causing all five to power up.

"Wait!" Vegeta growled mentally having it been his daughter's voice. So she finally wanted to come out of hiding. Why the hell did it have to be now? Didn't she know this was kind of important?

Vegeta turned to her, setting his feet on the ground. "Now is not the time, Princess." He gently stated though his patience not of existence at the moment.

Bra just glared as she put her hand on her hip, "I know I'm not as important as your dead son, my King." Vegeta's eyes slit in retaliation telling her she was edging at very thin ice. "But if this does happen to lead to my brother I would like to go too."

Since when did she show any interest in her 'dead' brother? Was the first thought that zipped across Vegeta's mind. However he wasn't allow to retaliate as a deep growl rolled off of Kali's tongue. Vegeta snapped his head toward the guard taking in the half-breed's defensive position. His brown tail flapping about aggressively behind him as he stared at his daughter as if denying her his permission. Humor crossed Vegeta's lips at the obvious disapproval from Kali but his amusement quickly darkened at he thought what this could possibly mean. Is Kali actually the male Bra was with last night? He prayed not, he did not want to rid his forces of this superior officer. Vegeta's logic took Kali's defense by reminding himself that they were just close comrades.

The half-breed must have caught his mistake as his black eyes glanced over to the king seeing the scowl that was adorned on his face. He quickly straightened himself wrapping his tail tight around his waist as his eyes set straight ahead of him blindly trying not to reveal his nervousness under the Sayian King's eyes.

Vegeta stepped in front of the male, studying his appearance, mostly his face, wanting to catch any answer to why he had acted in such a manner. "Do you have something to say against that, Kali? And you had better not say no."

Vegeta watched the child's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed tensely. "I do not think it is safe, sir."

"She is my concern. Not yours."

"I work for the Sayian Empire, sir. If I may say, all royalty is my concern." Vegeta stared intensely at him, trying to find if what he said was true and that was the only reason he reacted the way he did. But dwelling on it was not allowed at his daughter growled and with a slam of her foot stomped her way up the ship's ramp.

Vegeta watched her retreat form with a curious expression before asking, "What the hell was that all about?"

Radditz chuckled, "Princess Bra is as stubborn as the queen, Lord. When she is denied, do not think she won't try another way to get what she wants."

Vegeta smirked and nodded. His eyes strayed back over to Kali who had his head down. Brows knit at his defeated position. Vegeta knew it had to be deeper then that. Maybe the two 'friends' are having a fight. It would surely seem that way. "Kali is right." He suddenly spoke causing the few members around him to bring their conversations to an abrupt halt. "We do not know about this planet's formalities. Have elites surround the perimeter of two miles. Do not let anyone through or out without proper authorization. And I do not care how my mate threatens you, you will not allow her to leave or you will deal with me.--"

"Wrong." Came the pleasant voice of the queen herself causing a groaning sigh to pass through Vegeta's lips as he turned around almost in a pout. He wanted to leave damn it! Why couldn't they just wait for him to return with his son?! Bulma stood at the top of the ramp wearing blue jeans and a capsule corps T-shirt, and not surprisingly his daughter stood defiantly behind her in tight black pants and a see-through black top that showed her black bra underneath. Vegeta was ready to scream at both of them that they were royalty and not some peasant and slut! Why the hell did they have to do this?! Why can't they just follow Sayian Custom! It wasn't hard!

However, before he could actually voice what he wanted to say, the sweet sound of Bulma's sarcastic tongue began, "Before you even comment, we're dressed like humans because we are humans. And us two human girls are going shopping. And if any of you try to stop us, you'll end up meeting my new invention that will bring any person with a ki over hundred crashing to their knees in unfathomable pain within a one mile radius. And believe me, I'm not afraid to use it."

All the elites and Special Ob visibly shook as they unconsciously took a step back in fear. They knew of their queen's 'unique' potential to build machines such as these and did not doubt the power that she held in her hand. Bulma smirked but hated the fact that Vegeta didn't even look worried. His arms crossed stubbornly over his powerful, armored chest. His red cape fluttering behind him in the desert wind as he stared intensely up at her. To prove that she wasn't intimated either, Bulma pointed the tiny little tablet straight for her husband, daring him to move a single inch or to deny her permission. "May I remind you, mate, I am not a prisoner."

Vegeta scoffed but said nothing in response. He gazed at his mate adamantly, wanting to know what exactly she was going to do but decided it just wasn't worth it. Maybe she would be a bit happier if she got to see her missed world. "Radditz."

"Sir."

"Follow them. Do not allow anyone within twenty feet to reach them." Vegeta jumped in the air to float up to his mate where he set down in front of her. "Do not do anything stupid. And when you return, our son will--"

"Don't." She quickly cut off before she grabbed her daughter's hand, pulled out a capsule that popped open into a floating bike and hopped on. Bulma raved it up, giving Vegeta one last look before taking off over the desert.

Vegeta turned back to Radditz and nodded. His eyes followed him as he pushed himself in the air and went after the two females.