Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ Unmasking of Emotions & Mysteries... ( Chapter 9 )

The Destiny of Challenge

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~Author's Note- Here it is! Thank you all reviewers and readers.

Chapter 9~Unmasking of Emotions & Mysteries…

Yamcha watched from just above a small thatch. Crouching in the garden like a serpent. He kept his eyes on the forceful figure that walked hastily throughout the estate. Chest held high and head held up, the figure had a royal appearance. `But in…boxers?' Yamcha thought as his eyes glided with the saiyan, who seemed to be in search of something…or someone. `I'll take a closer look see…' Yamcha thought as he slithered closer in, where he could take a more precise view of the being. Once coming within range Yamcha observed what the man was wearing.

Apparently the boxers were black since they blended so well with the obsidian night, though a very well pronounced drawing or image of some sort was delicately sewed into the design. The bright gold threading twisted its way into some sort of symbol that seemed rather important. Yamcha's eyes narrowed as he tried to solely focus on the design and basic meaning of the obvious symbol. His pupils dilated at the site, for this was no ordinary symbol. `It's…it's…' Yamcha stuttered as the thought shook his world.

"The R-o-y-a-l seal!" Yamcha gasped almost inaudible.

Yamcha started to take notice to the fabric of the piece of clothing. Pondering on the thought he felt that this saiyan was most definitely a part of the royal family. `Maybe a cousin?' Yamcha thought searching for answers but to no avail. His mind was impaired by its stupidity. His eyes still kept on the angered saiyan. A small candle flickered in a window the being had just past allowing Yamcha to view the man's face. The face who he recognized as…`Stump? Stump!' Yamcha thought as his eyes nearly leapt out of their sockets.

"But…but…how…I" Yamcha stuttered as he stayed in place shocked.

`Stump…it's not Stump…it's…it's…the Prince!' Yamcha reassured himself. It was hard enough to deal that Stump was stronger than he was, though a Prince! Yamcha just couldn't comprehend it, and really wouldn't allow himself to. Though in all realization it was the truth…and this sacred Yamcha. Yamcha remained where he sat as he attempted to contemplate him situation.

The angered Prince continued through the hallways. Earlier he had heard a gasp though paid no heed, for it was not of his concern. Walking hastily throughout the entire estate, he was determined to find the female bitch and give his best wishes on her way to hell. His hurt pride slowly regaining with each step.

Most of the estate was now in slumber and had dim lighting. Though such small inconveniences wouldn't end his search. So far he had come no where near the heated female, not even a clue. In final decision Stump rose into the air so he could return to the room that his clothes lay in with little hassle. `At least I can sleep on a damn bed tonight!' he thought in resolution. As his eyes wandered about the view of the estate his gaze quickly fell upon the south east, where a flickering light shone in the night. A triumphant smirk plastered on his face, the Prince flew to his new destination.

Upon nearing the area Stump gracefully landed on the ground. Trying to remain unnoticed he moved with stealth, slowly approaching where the light maintained it bright glow. He looked to his one side to find the source of the light, to his relief he found it almost immediately. The vivid light was vibrating from a small hut, located at the window seal. Slowly he walked towards the flickering light, stopping just before coming to the building's entrance. `It will prove to more interesting if I suppose if she does not suspect my presence' he thought, smirking at the inevitable fright he would cause the whore who deceived and mislead him so. Using his ki searching ability he located the being that was within the building. He stopped abruptly in horror; it simply couldn't be so! In denial he dismissed the chances and peered through the window and with great relief he saw the fiery red head whore as before.

Leona was sitting down with her head slightly tilted at an angle within her cupped hands.

"I did it, revenge has been fulfilled, though why am I not filled as well." She argued with herself.

Not one thing seemed right not even her great accomplishment of revenge, and she couldn't comprehend why. She released the air she hadn't even been aware she was holding with a sigh. As a last resort she rose to her feet and trudged towards a small door, leading to a bathroom. Yanking open the door she slipped in and discarded the clothes that were rapt around her body. After throwing them onto the bed she pushed several buttons which moments later activated the water. She watched as it poured into the ivory tub, cascading past her feet, in the center of tub, before filling it with its liquid crystalline form. The steam rising from the heated water urged her to enter it. Obliging its incessant calls she emerged into the water gently, watching her pale skin being groped in the water. Closing her eyes momentarily with the ease and relaxation, which it caused.

As if on cue Stump entered the main quarters of the building without being detected by the absorbed female. He hastily though gently made his way to the bathroom door. Peering in he narrowed his eyes on the bathing woman. She seemed not to notice his presence, to Stump's relief though something seemed different about. As if it wasn't the same sly seductress. Her movements weren't as sure, now her every move was of grace almost as soft as the passing waves of sand in a desert night.

Almost entranced, Stump watched her every move, never blinking. The comforting sight abruptly ended as the crystal clear water transformed into a dark red. Stump was disturbed by the sight, and was compelled to find what was wrong with the woman. Though to his great surprise the being within the water paid no heed to the discoloring of the water, barely even giving it a second glance as she continued to relish in the warm water. Stump watched in disbelief though his questions were answered as her tail emerged from the water.

The fur sleeked back from its submersion in water, maintaining a bright red color, though no longer holding the dark crimson it once held. Stump watched appalled by the sight, `What in the name of Gora!?'. Before Stump could analyze the situation any further the tail once again dived into the waters, though Stump's eyes remained on where it had been, almost expecting for it to reappear.

Minutes passed, only leaving Stump more dumfounded then before. Leona sighed and gently immersed herself fully into the water, as she entered small bubbles of air followed after her. Several moments later the beautiful woman's face came to the surface once more, though her eyes remained closed as she slicked her hair back with her thin fingers. She let out a squeal of pain as it seemed one of her fingers had become tangled within a mat of hair. Though, foolishly according to Stump, she simply tugged harder until her hair almost seemed displaced. Ruffling her hair once more it came loose, leaving what appeared to be a second layer of hair which was a much lighter red, almost pinkish. Once removed she placed the dark red locks on one of the sides of the bathtub before enveloping it with a small pouch. Sighing deeply she doused her `new' hair into the discolored water, though when her head emerged from the water, her hair was no longer red at all, it was a aqua blue… Stump watched the scene in astonishment and disbelief. Before when he read the ki of the being inside he saw similarities to the red haired seductress and the woman though dismissed any thought of them being the same!

"It can't be…" Stump gasped, deep in thought, not even thinking of the consequences of speaking.

The female's head jerked up at the sound, her eyes searching frantically for what had caused it. Leaping from the water Bulma knelt into a defensive stance. Immediately sensing her ki raising, Stump realized his mistake and took the chance he had at leaving. Flaring his ki he left the hut at such speed, the untrained eye could not detect. Simply leaving a befuddled Bulma, naked in a defensive position, and the awareness that an extremely strong being had just been in that very room, which sent a quiver down Bulma's spine.

"That's right! You better run…Or I'd…" Bulma snapped before her voice faded out.

Her short emotional outburst left, letting out a low grunt she hopped out of the tub and found a towel to cover her fully revealed body. Then stumbling into the room she quickly applied her regular clothing to her body, then hastily exited the building. Not even bothering to clean up the mess she had made, figuring that one of the other `employees' could do it just as well.

Stump was still moving hastily through the darkened sky of Vegeta-sei. Completely lost in thought. Finally coming out of his heated anger and lost daze unwillingly as icy wind entered his lungs, harshly bringing his minds thoughts to an end. Stopping midair he looked about his surroundings. Coming to the conclusion that he had no idea where he was, the irate saiyan slowly descended from the sky, abruptly landing on the deserted red sands of Vegeta-sei's vast deserts. There the Prince began to meditate to organize his thoughts and to skillfully organize a battle strategy on his new found opponent, one war that he was soon to discover he would loose…