Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Cruel Intentions ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
Frieza arrives and takes a shine to a particular girl.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 548 | Status: Completed
Frieza arrives and takes a shine to a particular girl.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.02.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 548 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own a lot of things, DBZ including. That's what daydreams are for.
Chapter Seven
Her honey colored eyes twinkled mischieviously, her tail curving tightly around his wrist as she pressed herself close. Her slightly spicy scent wafted up from her freed locks of mahogany hair as they fell around her shoulders. His arms reached around her small waist to bring her closer and she smiled into the hollow of his throat. Lazily dragging his fingers up and down her back, he nudged her head up with his chin. Her body was warm and pliant against his as he dropped his lips a hairs breath from hers. The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she tipped her chin up to press her full lips against his thinner ones. His arms tightened around her as he moved backward toward the...
"Papa!" His shoulder was gripped roughly and his body soundly shaken. "Papa! Wake up! We're going to be late!"
Mourning the lost of his dream, he cracked open his dried out eyes and peered into the panicked face of his eight-year old daughter. "Bulma, why are you yelling?" His voice was a muffled mumble.
"We're going to be late!" She was gesturing her arms wildly in a manner that was irratic and confusing.
Sitting up on the small sofa in the center of their quarters, he rubbed his eyes before reaching out and picking her up by her armpits. Pulling her into his lap he started rubbing her back, a sure fire way to calm her. He felt the buzzing energy in her body quiet and he kissed the top of her head when she wrapped her arms around him. "Now, that's better. Tell me what's wrong."
Bulma relaxed completely in his reassuring embrace, allowing her tail to wrap around his forearm in contentment. "That stupid arrival party for the Emperor is tonight and we're running late. Bardock will be here in little while to escort us down there." Her face frowned. "He's coming to take him away."
"Take who?" Trunks didn't need to ask who 'he' was.
"Geta. He didn't come out and say it, but I know. He didn't want to tell me." She pulled back so that she was perched on his knees. "I'm scared. Bardock says he's true evil."
"I'm sure he is. Bardock doesn't lie." Trunks finally took in what she was wearing. She wore a small white tunic shirt, belted at her waist with a leather belt. Her slim legs were covered with black leggings, with her Capsule Corp. boots strapped to her feet. It was the first time he'd seen her dressed in something other than the black training gi and he blinked confusedly. "Where did you get those clothes?"
"Bardock gave them to me because wearing training gear is forbidden at formal events." She pulled at the front of her shirt as she stared down at it.
Trunks sighed. The man continued to do more than he had to, always coming to their aid whenever the need arose. He already trained, tutored, guarded, and now clothed his only child. It was almost to much for him to bear, being unable to care to his child with such basic needs. Of course most of the time she worked along side them in the labs, and then went off to do what she pleased, but he was always left with a feeling of inadequacy because she had needs that he couldn't attend to. He felt more of an outsider than his daughter and it nagged at him every time he saw her interact with Bardock's sons. The fights were brutal and violent, but the moment they were over, she returned to her bright girlish self. It bewildered him to see her difference in personality, but he knew she was adapting to her environment to survive. Just like Sleeka. Shaking her image from his brain, he lifted her down to the floor and stood up. "Alright. Let's go."
Bulma brightened and raced for the door, just as Bardock slid it open. Bulma jumped in surprise, but quickly recovered. "Are we going now? Is Vegeta going to be there? What about the King?" Her excitement was evident in the speed with which she spoke.
Bardock nodded his head. "Yes to all of those." He had his hands clasped behind his back, decked out in his military uniform as he stepped inside. "I also have a gift from my sons. They wanted to give this to you in person, but aren't allowed to attend the 'festivities'. A bemused expression flitted over his face for a moment before he reached into his armor and pulled a length of stunningly white silk, holding it out to her. "They overheard you talking about your Kaasan's sash and wanted to give you your own."
Bulma was speechless as her slim fingers grasped the shimmery fabric between them. "I...I don't...I don't know what to say." Tears welled and she blinked them back as she bolted from the room and into the adjoining bathroom.
Trunks saw Bardock's look of confusion and rested a hand on the taller, wider man's shoulder. "Don't worry. It's fine." He looked the other man in the eye and tightened his grip. "Arigatou. For everything."
He didn't miss the meaning. "No, I'm the one the that should be thanking you." He held up a hand to stop Trunks' retort. "Your imput has increased productivity and advanced many of my projects that would have otherwise been sidelined for Kami knows how many years. Besides, Bulma deserves as much from us."
Trunks wasn't sure whether 'us' meant Bardock's family or Saiyans in general, but he pulled back his hand and stuffed them both into the rumpled pockets of his khaki. He really didn't know how to respond,so he changed the subject. "She's told me about this Emperor that we're going to see tonight. Sounds bad."
"As bad as they come. He makes the King look tame." Bardock gestured toward the bathroom as the door opened.
Trunks suppressed a shudder at that frightening thought and plastered a lying smile on his face as daughter exited the bathroom. Her straight blue locks were pulled back into a high ponytail, with the white sash as the fixtue holding it there. The long ends draped down her back and swirled as she came toward them. "You look lovely honey."
Bulma's smiled beamed. "Arigatou Otousan." Turning, she clasped her hands together. "Okay! Let's go!" The men parted to allow her pass and followed with knowing looks on their faces.
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Veget a pulled at the throat of his formal attire, the super expandable blue fabric rubbing abrasively against his skin. I hate this. His eyes looked out at the throngs of people, councilmen and their guests, as they mingled with themselves. Like they don't already see themselves enough, they have to cling like bugs. Most of the Saiyans on his Tousan's board weren't soldiers. Instead they were just highly born weaklings with a flair for politics.
Which was why they were here in the first place. The strongest race in the universe and here we are, throwing a party for our worst enemy. Like groveling dogs trying to appease our master. Sliding his eyes shut to stop the feelings of disgust from growing, he shifted uncomfortably on his throne. He would never have a master. Not even when the tyrant they were waiting for came take him. A defiant scowl covered his face. He wouldn't go quietly. No, I'll take out everyone I can until I'm strong enough to take out their number one. Rocking his head back and forth, he loosened the knots that had taken form in his neck. He shrugged off the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He needed to get his mind off of that 'lizard'.
From his perch on the dais, he scanned the crowd for the one councilman that didn't take to social events. He stifled a growl when he noticed that most of them had the same type of hair, black and spiked. Small wonder that races can't tell us apart. Glancing around vicinity, he slid to his feet and ducked into the crowd when the King was no where in sight. He methodically made his way through the crowd, cursing because he had to twist and turn to avoid touching people with the shoulder guards of his armor. I don't who came up with the idea for these things, but his common sense was severely lacking. He strode past the banquet table and ducked into an adjacent hallway. Sighing, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. If I can't find them by looking, I'll have to do it by feel. Closing his mind to all the outside noises-voices, the muted music-he centered on his ki. Expanding his sense of awareness, he searched for the energy signature of the third class Squad Commander.
It was like stargazing. The blanket of black that he saw with his mind was dotted with differently colored spots, each corresponding to a particular person. Ever so slowly, the ones he wasn't looking for disappeared until there was a cluster of three familiar kis near the left of the entrance. Bardock. He knew that others were his guests, Bulma and her Chikyuu-jin Tousan. Smirking, he phased out and in beside them. The human jumped in surprise at the sudden child that stood confidently beside him.
"I was wondering where you went. I saw you jump ship." Bardock glanced down at the Prince.
Bulma was glaring at an older Saiyan that dared look in her direction. "I would too. This place gives me the creeps."
Trunks smiled grimly after his shock receded. "Politicians will do that to you." He glanced around. "So, where is this guy?"
"You'll know him when you see him." Bardock moved his eyes back to sweeping over the people mulling around.
Vegeta remained silent, much more comfortable now than when he'd been seated at the head of the room. He watched from the corner of his eye as Bulma sidled up to him without speaking. He couldn't read the expression on her face without turning his head, and he didn't want her to think he'd acknowledged her presence. The Saiyans nearest to them were stealing looks and whispering behind their hands to one another, gossiping about the girl next to him. He could also feel their eyes as they watched. He'd already been berated in public regarding her and the act of inadvertent defiance by keeping such company was audacious.
She subconsciously moved behind Vegeta as she whispered to herself. "I hate this."
He knew that it could wear you down. He'd been stared at since infancy and hushed talk is always following him around. He mouthed the words "Rot in hell" to a particularly persistent dignitary and smirked when he scuttled off into a passing crowd. Gossip was a hereditary hazard for any royal he'd ever met, or coincidently, heard about. Shifting his head so he could see her out of the corner of his eye, he spoke quietly for her ears alone. "Don't hide. It only make them do it more."
She snorted and stepped beside him, as if she hadn't moved behind him. "I don't hide Geta."
To his credit, he didn't flinch when she said it. "Seems to me like you were."
She smiled hauntingly to his profile. "Oh Geta, you're not going to get me with that."
Bardock turned and hushed them both. "Someone's coming and it's not a slave." He been purposefully standing to the left of the entrance, so as to know when Frieza would decide to make his appearance. Leaning over, he snuck a quick peek down the hall and whipped back around. "Vegeta, I'd get back to your throne. The King and the guest of honor are on their way and even I don't think you'd want to be found here." For once the boy didn't object and quickly disappeared.
A tremor of fear shook Bulma and she stepped up beside her Tousan, her hands fisting the wrinkled khaki pants. He's here.
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He didn't bother to open his eyes to acknowledge the masses that had assembled to welcome him. Not that I'm really welcome, he thought amusedly. The pathetic apes that surrounded him were just that, pathetic beyond every measure. He followed silently behind the buffoon they called a King, his own men following behind him. He smirked at the intake of hissed breath as they parted the crowd, shocking these weaklings with his very presence. He only cracked open his eyes when they came to a stop before the Crown Dais, where the entire reason for his trip out here rested in a large stone throne.
Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, sat arrogantly with his eyes staring off indifferently. Frieza could see his reluctance to look in his direction and grinned. Still a defiant little monkey I see.
He deliberately ignored the King as he droned on about Intergalatic policies and the treaty. His mind returned to the time when he'd held the foolish royal by the throat and dared him to raise his hand again. Then he'd almost been shocked when the Saiyan King had been the one to come up with the idea for this so-called treaty between the two. All to save this ridiculous race and its equally ridiculous planet. He hadn't thought twice about offering up his soldiers and when that hadn't been enough, his own flesh and blood. Frieza sneered at the King. Only a true coward would have done that. He hadn't even been mated at the time, which led any intelligent being to think he'd spawned the child only to save his own hide.
The speech ended and he didn't feel the need to add anything, so just glared at them. After a few moments, the crowd returned to it's buzzing conversations and he once again closed his eyes. He'd wait until later to induct the latter agreements of the treaty and be gifted with their race's very future. A calculated smile touched his face. Won't they be surprised when I use their precious Prince to destroy them. His malicious inner laughing was interrupted by his second-in-command. "Milord?"
Annoyed, he sent him a glare. "Yes?"
Unaffected by the look, Zarbon angled his head toward the ocean of people. "I think there's something you should see."
Interest piqued, he turned his full attention to the mutant beside him. "And that would be?"
"Back of the room, near the entrance, there's a brightly colored girl that seems very interested with your Prince."
Frieza turned his gaze to the crowd and easily spotted the sky blue head of hair near the entrance. Upon further inspection, a bright blue tail wiggled around her small waist. Well, well, this is certainly interesting. His curious gaze followed her and connected with the boy sitting not three feet away. His eyes were staring back at her with such intensity that it dawned on him on what they were doing. "They're conversing."
Zarbon looked confused. "How?"
"Saiyans are telepathic." He crossed his arms and spoke tiredly. "It seems to be one of the only talents they have."
"I've never seen a Saiyan with that kind of coloring before. She almost puts me to shame." Zarbon whined.
Frieza rolled his eyes and turned to the enormous Saiyan standing near him. "Vegeta, who is that girl? The blue-haired one."
The King regarded him a moment before deciding to speak. "That creature is a mixed blood. Her sire isn't Saiyan." He glanced over at her and her Tousan. "A nuisance really."
A mixed blood Saiyan? Intriguing. "A nuisance? How say?" He wished to hear more about this anomoly.
"I keep finding my brat in her company, or at least his guardian does. He neglects his training and studies, and has begun lying. She's the daughter of a traitor and that does little to ease my mind. She only lives because she is currently being studied." The King's tongue seemed to suddenly loosen and he was very forthcoming with information.
His eyes moving between the two children, a plan started to form in his mind. "You know why I've come, so I'll skip that part. But what if I were to say that I was also interested in this girl?"
The King's eyes narrowed a moment before he gestured toward a hallway. "We'll speak further in private."
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A/N: Ooo...cliffhanger. This doesn't look good for the dynamic duo. What do these crazies have in store? Even I don't know, so I can't even give you a teaser. (I know, I stink.) I'm glad you guys like my fight scenes, 'cause I like beating up my characters. Some of the more brutal ones are coming up, so you don't want to miss them. I'm also trying to make sure my chapters stay a bit longer. I personally hate really short chapters. I'll update as soon as possible.
Ciao!~Ravenreux
Chapter Seven
Her honey colored eyes twinkled mischieviously, her tail curving tightly around his wrist as she pressed herself close. Her slightly spicy scent wafted up from her freed locks of mahogany hair as they fell around her shoulders. His arms reached around her small waist to bring her closer and she smiled into the hollow of his throat. Lazily dragging his fingers up and down her back, he nudged her head up with his chin. Her body was warm and pliant against his as he dropped his lips a hairs breath from hers. The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she tipped her chin up to press her full lips against his thinner ones. His arms tightened around her as he moved backward toward the...
"Papa!" His shoulder was gripped roughly and his body soundly shaken. "Papa! Wake up! We're going to be late!"
Mourning the lost of his dream, he cracked open his dried out eyes and peered into the panicked face of his eight-year old daughter. "Bulma, why are you yelling?" His voice was a muffled mumble.
"We're going to be late!" She was gesturing her arms wildly in a manner that was irratic and confusing.
Sitting up on the small sofa in the center of their quarters, he rubbed his eyes before reaching out and picking her up by her armpits. Pulling her into his lap he started rubbing her back, a sure fire way to calm her. He felt the buzzing energy in her body quiet and he kissed the top of her head when she wrapped her arms around him. "Now, that's better. Tell me what's wrong."
Bulma relaxed completely in his reassuring embrace, allowing her tail to wrap around his forearm in contentment. "That stupid arrival party for the Emperor is tonight and we're running late. Bardock will be here in little while to escort us down there." Her face frowned. "He's coming to take him away."
"Take who?" Trunks didn't need to ask who 'he' was.
"Geta. He didn't come out and say it, but I know. He didn't want to tell me." She pulled back so that she was perched on his knees. "I'm scared. Bardock says he's true evil."
"I'm sure he is. Bardock doesn't lie." Trunks finally took in what she was wearing. She wore a small white tunic shirt, belted at her waist with a leather belt. Her slim legs were covered with black leggings, with her Capsule Corp. boots strapped to her feet. It was the first time he'd seen her dressed in something other than the black training gi and he blinked confusedly. "Where did you get those clothes?"
"Bardock gave them to me because wearing training gear is forbidden at formal events." She pulled at the front of her shirt as she stared down at it.
Trunks sighed. The man continued to do more than he had to, always coming to their aid whenever the need arose. He already trained, tutored, guarded, and now clothed his only child. It was almost to much for him to bear, being unable to care to his child with such basic needs. Of course most of the time she worked along side them in the labs, and then went off to do what she pleased, but he was always left with a feeling of inadequacy because she had needs that he couldn't attend to. He felt more of an outsider than his daughter and it nagged at him every time he saw her interact with Bardock's sons. The fights were brutal and violent, but the moment they were over, she returned to her bright girlish self. It bewildered him to see her difference in personality, but he knew she was adapting to her environment to survive. Just like Sleeka. Shaking her image from his brain, he lifted her down to the floor and stood up. "Alright. Let's go."
Bulma brightened and raced for the door, just as Bardock slid it open. Bulma jumped in surprise, but quickly recovered. "Are we going now? Is Vegeta going to be there? What about the King?" Her excitement was evident in the speed with which she spoke.
Bardock nodded his head. "Yes to all of those." He had his hands clasped behind his back, decked out in his military uniform as he stepped inside. "I also have a gift from my sons. They wanted to give this to you in person, but aren't allowed to attend the 'festivities'. A bemused expression flitted over his face for a moment before he reached into his armor and pulled a length of stunningly white silk, holding it out to her. "They overheard you talking about your Kaasan's sash and wanted to give you your own."
Bulma was speechless as her slim fingers grasped the shimmery fabric between them. "I...I don't...I don't know what to say." Tears welled and she blinked them back as she bolted from the room and into the adjoining bathroom.
Trunks saw Bardock's look of confusion and rested a hand on the taller, wider man's shoulder. "Don't worry. It's fine." He looked the other man in the eye and tightened his grip. "Arigatou. For everything."
He didn't miss the meaning. "No, I'm the one the that should be thanking you." He held up a hand to stop Trunks' retort. "Your imput has increased productivity and advanced many of my projects that would have otherwise been sidelined for Kami knows how many years. Besides, Bulma deserves as much from us."
Trunks wasn't sure whether 'us' meant Bardock's family or Saiyans in general, but he pulled back his hand and stuffed them both into the rumpled pockets of his khaki. He really didn't know how to respond,so he changed the subject. "She's told me about this Emperor that we're going to see tonight. Sounds bad."
"As bad as they come. He makes the King look tame." Bardock gestured toward the bathroom as the door opened.
Trunks suppressed a shudder at that frightening thought and plastered a lying smile on his face as daughter exited the bathroom. Her straight blue locks were pulled back into a high ponytail, with the white sash as the fixtue holding it there. The long ends draped down her back and swirled as she came toward them. "You look lovely honey."
Bulma's smiled beamed. "Arigatou Otousan." Turning, she clasped her hands together. "Okay! Let's go!" The men parted to allow her pass and followed with knowing looks on their faces.
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Veget a pulled at the throat of his formal attire, the super expandable blue fabric rubbing abrasively against his skin. I hate this. His eyes looked out at the throngs of people, councilmen and their guests, as they mingled with themselves. Like they don't already see themselves enough, they have to cling like bugs. Most of the Saiyans on his Tousan's board weren't soldiers. Instead they were just highly born weaklings with a flair for politics.
Which was why they were here in the first place. The strongest race in the universe and here we are, throwing a party for our worst enemy. Like groveling dogs trying to appease our master. Sliding his eyes shut to stop the feelings of disgust from growing, he shifted uncomfortably on his throne. He would never have a master. Not even when the tyrant they were waiting for came take him. A defiant scowl covered his face. He wouldn't go quietly. No, I'll take out everyone I can until I'm strong enough to take out their number one. Rocking his head back and forth, he loosened the knots that had taken form in his neck. He shrugged off the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He needed to get his mind off of that 'lizard'.
From his perch on the dais, he scanned the crowd for the one councilman that didn't take to social events. He stifled a growl when he noticed that most of them had the same type of hair, black and spiked. Small wonder that races can't tell us apart. Glancing around vicinity, he slid to his feet and ducked into the crowd when the King was no where in sight. He methodically made his way through the crowd, cursing because he had to twist and turn to avoid touching people with the shoulder guards of his armor. I don't who came up with the idea for these things, but his common sense was severely lacking. He strode past the banquet table and ducked into an adjacent hallway. Sighing, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. If I can't find them by looking, I'll have to do it by feel. Closing his mind to all the outside noises-voices, the muted music-he centered on his ki. Expanding his sense of awareness, he searched for the energy signature of the third class Squad Commander.
It was like stargazing. The blanket of black that he saw with his mind was dotted with differently colored spots, each corresponding to a particular person. Ever so slowly, the ones he wasn't looking for disappeared until there was a cluster of three familiar kis near the left of the entrance. Bardock. He knew that others were his guests, Bulma and her Chikyuu-jin Tousan. Smirking, he phased out and in beside them. The human jumped in surprise at the sudden child that stood confidently beside him.
"I was wondering where you went. I saw you jump ship." Bardock glanced down at the Prince.
Bulma was glaring at an older Saiyan that dared look in her direction. "I would too. This place gives me the creeps."
Trunks smiled grimly after his shock receded. "Politicians will do that to you." He glanced around. "So, where is this guy?"
"You'll know him when you see him." Bardock moved his eyes back to sweeping over the people mulling around.
Vegeta remained silent, much more comfortable now than when he'd been seated at the head of the room. He watched from the corner of his eye as Bulma sidled up to him without speaking. He couldn't read the expression on her face without turning his head, and he didn't want her to think he'd acknowledged her presence. The Saiyans nearest to them were stealing looks and whispering behind their hands to one another, gossiping about the girl next to him. He could also feel their eyes as they watched. He'd already been berated in public regarding her and the act of inadvertent defiance by keeping such company was audacious.
She subconsciously moved behind Vegeta as she whispered to herself. "I hate this."
He knew that it could wear you down. He'd been stared at since infancy and hushed talk is always following him around. He mouthed the words "Rot in hell" to a particularly persistent dignitary and smirked when he scuttled off into a passing crowd. Gossip was a hereditary hazard for any royal he'd ever met, or coincidently, heard about. Shifting his head so he could see her out of the corner of his eye, he spoke quietly for her ears alone. "Don't hide. It only make them do it more."
She snorted and stepped beside him, as if she hadn't moved behind him. "I don't hide Geta."
To his credit, he didn't flinch when she said it. "Seems to me like you were."
She smiled hauntingly to his profile. "Oh Geta, you're not going to get me with that."
Bardock turned and hushed them both. "Someone's coming and it's not a slave." He been purposefully standing to the left of the entrance, so as to know when Frieza would decide to make his appearance. Leaning over, he snuck a quick peek down the hall and whipped back around. "Vegeta, I'd get back to your throne. The King and the guest of honor are on their way and even I don't think you'd want to be found here." For once the boy didn't object and quickly disappeared.
A tremor of fear shook Bulma and she stepped up beside her Tousan, her hands fisting the wrinkled khaki pants. He's here.
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He didn't bother to open his eyes to acknowledge the masses that had assembled to welcome him. Not that I'm really welcome, he thought amusedly. The pathetic apes that surrounded him were just that, pathetic beyond every measure. He followed silently behind the buffoon they called a King, his own men following behind him. He smirked at the intake of hissed breath as they parted the crowd, shocking these weaklings with his very presence. He only cracked open his eyes when they came to a stop before the Crown Dais, where the entire reason for his trip out here rested in a large stone throne.
Vegeta, the Saiyan no Ouji, sat arrogantly with his eyes staring off indifferently. Frieza could see his reluctance to look in his direction and grinned. Still a defiant little monkey I see.
He deliberately ignored the King as he droned on about Intergalatic policies and the treaty. His mind returned to the time when he'd held the foolish royal by the throat and dared him to raise his hand again. Then he'd almost been shocked when the Saiyan King had been the one to come up with the idea for this so-called treaty between the two. All to save this ridiculous race and its equally ridiculous planet. He hadn't thought twice about offering up his soldiers and when that hadn't been enough, his own flesh and blood. Frieza sneered at the King. Only a true coward would have done that. He hadn't even been mated at the time, which led any intelligent being to think he'd spawned the child only to save his own hide.
The speech ended and he didn't feel the need to add anything, so just glared at them. After a few moments, the crowd returned to it's buzzing conversations and he once again closed his eyes. He'd wait until later to induct the latter agreements of the treaty and be gifted with their race's very future. A calculated smile touched his face. Won't they be surprised when I use their precious Prince to destroy them. His malicious inner laughing was interrupted by his second-in-command. "Milord?"
Annoyed, he sent him a glare. "Yes?"
Unaffected by the look, Zarbon angled his head toward the ocean of people. "I think there's something you should see."
Interest piqued, he turned his full attention to the mutant beside him. "And that would be?"
"Back of the room, near the entrance, there's a brightly colored girl that seems very interested with your Prince."
Frieza turned his gaze to the crowd and easily spotted the sky blue head of hair near the entrance. Upon further inspection, a bright blue tail wiggled around her small waist. Well, well, this is certainly interesting. His curious gaze followed her and connected with the boy sitting not three feet away. His eyes were staring back at her with such intensity that it dawned on him on what they were doing. "They're conversing."
Zarbon looked confused. "How?"
"Saiyans are telepathic." He crossed his arms and spoke tiredly. "It seems to be one of the only talents they have."
"I've never seen a Saiyan with that kind of coloring before. She almost puts me to shame." Zarbon whined.
Frieza rolled his eyes and turned to the enormous Saiyan standing near him. "Vegeta, who is that girl? The blue-haired one."
The King regarded him a moment before deciding to speak. "That creature is a mixed blood. Her sire isn't Saiyan." He glanced over at her and her Tousan. "A nuisance really."
A mixed blood Saiyan? Intriguing. "A nuisance? How say?" He wished to hear more about this anomoly.
"I keep finding my brat in her company, or at least his guardian does. He neglects his training and studies, and has begun lying. She's the daughter of a traitor and that does little to ease my mind. She only lives because she is currently being studied." The King's tongue seemed to suddenly loosen and he was very forthcoming with information.
His eyes moving between the two children, a plan started to form in his mind. "You know why I've come, so I'll skip that part. But what if I were to say that I was also interested in this girl?"
The King's eyes narrowed a moment before he gestured toward a hallway. "We'll speak further in private."
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A/N: Ooo...cliffhanger. This doesn't look good for the dynamic duo. What do these crazies have in store? Even I don't know, so I can't even give you a teaser. (I know, I stink.) I'm glad you guys like my fight scenes, 'cause I like beating up my characters. Some of the more brutal ones are coming up, so you don't want to miss them. I'm also trying to make sure my chapters stay a bit longer. I personally hate really short chapters. I'll update as soon as possible.
Ciao!~Ravenreux