Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid ❯ Big Trouble for Little Saiyans ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravenreux 
The Saiyan youngsters are wading in knee-deep kimche with the worst villians in the universe. How will they fare?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.13.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
The Saiyan youngsters are wading in knee-deep kimche with the worst villians in the universe. How will they fare?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.13.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Me no own no DBZ. Me no loco.
A/N: I've been busy conditioning one of my horses for a show on the 18th, so that's why it took me so long to post this.
Previously-
Bardock heard Raditz's scared whisper and hardened himself against it. "No." He ripped open packages of surgical sponges and put a firm hand on the steel, another on the Kakarrot's shoulder. "I need you to hold him down, because he's going to jerk. It could make the bleeding worse." When Raditz didn't move, he yelled. "Raditz now! Or he will die!" Kakarrot's ki was fading fast and if he lost any more blood, he'd die. His son jumped and scrambled to sit on his brother, pinning his arms and legs down with his own. Bardock nodded. "I'll count to three. One, two," He glanced at Kakarrot's pale face and tightened his grip. "Three!"
Chapter 9
Bardock's Lab
Bardock wrenched the ragged piece of steel from his son's shoulder, a sickening sucking noise accompanying it. Kakarrot bucked and painfully shouted incoherent words. Raditz strained to stop him from thrashing about. Who knew someone this weak could be this strong?
A gush of bright red blood spilled from the hole in his shoulder and his body went limp, his eyes rolling shut. Bardock swiftly packed the sponges into the wound to stop the bleeding. "He's going into shock." The sponges quickly turned red and still the blood came. "It must have hit an artery, he should've stopped bleeding." I have to move fast or he'll just bleed out. Moving the sponges aside, he boldly stuck his hand into the wound and felt around.
"What's wrong?" Raditz saw the look on his Tousan's face.
Bardock didn't look over at Raditz, but fixed his attention on a busted-out window instead. "One of his arteries was hit, I'm trying to find it so I can cauterize it." He stilled his fingers and felt for a pulse. Where are you? It was faint, but he could feel a pulse. "I got it." Moving his fingers, he nabbed the cut artery and used a bit of ki to burn the sieve closed. "Bleeding stopped." The pressure on his chest eased and he sat back on his heels before continuing. Thank Kami.
Digging around though the supplies, he cleaned, stitched and bandaged the wound and wrapped the arm up so that the muscles wouldn't move and reopen it. Kakarrot's breathing had slowed to a regular pace and his heart beat had steadied. He needs to be stabilized, but my rejuvenation tank was destroyed. No doubt on purpose. Gently, he slid his arms under his son's neck and knees and lifted him from the floor. The blood was still warm on his clothes. "Raditz, we need to go."
"Where?" Raditz followed his Tousan out the door Kakarrot had smashed and through the halls of their house.
Bardock ducked sideways to fit into his son's room. "I'll tell you after I clean up Kakarrot." Both were silent as they removed the bloodied clothes and washed off the red stain from his skin. Raditz pulled a clean gi from the chest of drawers and handed to his Tousan. "Did you stock up our ship with clothes and food, like I asked you to?"
Raditz nodded. "Yes." But that was two weeks ago.
"Good." He picked up Kakarrot and strided out of the room. He took to the air once he got outside, with Raditz right behind him. "I want you to take your brother and start up the ship. I want it ready for take-off as soon as possible."
"I don't..." Raditz started, but Bardock cut him off.
"No questions. Just do it." He slowed and quickly handed Kakarrot over. "Ignore the guards and get there as quick as possible. Don't stop for anything. Lock yourselves in when you're inside." He gripped Raditz's shoulders. "I also need you to send a message out on the underground link. Tell them to evacuate ASAP."
Raditz just nodded numbly, his confusion taking the better of him. "Okay."
Bardock saw the blank look in his eyes and squeezed his shoulders. "Just do as I say. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Raditz blinked and his Tousan was gone before he could even begin to start thinking. What is going on?
Palace Conference Room
"Gentlemen, the toll on the hyperspace gates is crucial to the survival of the Empire. How else do you expect me to outfit and feed the men you so graciously bestow upon me?" Frieza laid back leisurely in his chair, his fingers steepled together.
Councilmen Tulnop laid his hands flat on the table. "I'm sure the money raked in by your purging contracts and mercenary teams is sufficient to do those things." His tone did little to hide his contempt. Frieza cast a sparing glance at the King. Normally a reprimand would have been swift, but it almost looked as if he was enjoying this. It seemed as of late that his duties had been on the back burner of his mind, along with his sanity. He smirked. Like I didn't already know that he'd lost his mind. Tulnop saw his smirk and commented. "Does something amuse you, Lord Frieza?"
His dark eyes zeroed in on the Saiyan's and narrowed. "Yes." He slid back his chair and got to his feet. "I find all these..." He gestured toward the men sitting around the long oval table. "...trite issues of yours amusing."
Tulnop stood up. "I don't-"
"I wasn't finished." The glare across the table sent the Saiyan into his seat. His fingers itched to blast him into oblivion, but he refrained. It wouldn't do to surprise my host too early. It spoils all the fun. "In the grand scheme of things, they don't really factor in." He stared pointedly at Tulnop. "Do they?"
The Saiyan raised a confused eyebrow. "Factor into what?"
"Survival." Your survival.
Before Tulnop could respond, the thick double doors were pushed open and Zarbon strode in. All eyes turned to watch Frieza's second-in-command come into the room, the blue-haired hybrid girl tight in his grasp. He stopped next his lizard master and tipped his head. "Lord Frieza, I've brought what you've requested."
Frieza's eyes moved from Zarbon's amber ones, to the slightly blood-shot ones of the girl. They were brilliant with defiance, with an underlying thread of fear. He cocked his head to the side. "Zarbon, the poor thing is having trouble breathing."
"Milord, this was the only was I could restrain her. She's quite powerful." He adjusted his grip and loosened his hold just a bit.
Bulma dropped her eyes to the floor so the sinister gaze tearing at her wouldn't see her deceit. Just a little more of the porcelain doll act and I'll be able to get loose. She glanced quickly across the room to where the King sat. Her heart-beat quickened when she saw that his face didn't hold the same shocked expression that every one of the councilmen wore. Like he knew all along. This isn't good. The temptation to grab hold of the black curtain of fear that lurked in her mind was so strong, she couldn't stop the convulsions that started to quake her body. Her chin started to chatter as goosebumps raised themselves on her pale skin. Vegeta, please get here fast! I can't do this by myself!
"What in Kami's name is going on?" Tulnop stood up in his spot, his eyes trained on the shivering girl and her captor.
Frieza frowned at the girl. He'd thought that she would have been stronger than this, but he shook his head. Females are always weak. He didn't even spare Tulnop with a glance. "I've decided to induct my right to seize the Saiyan no Ouji." He reached out and brushed back a lock of sky blue hair that had loosened from her ponytail. She cringed away from his touch and he laughed softly. "This one is just a bonus."
Bulma's eyes flew open and the shivers stopped. He wants to take me?! Anger slowly replaced the fear that had flooded her body and the trembling resumed, for a whole new reason. Not happening! I'd rather die first! She channeled her emotions to focus wholly into her awareness of her surroundings. Zarbon's arm had continued to loosen as she shook and it would be soon that she'd be able to make her move. I just need Vegeta in here for a distraction.
As if Kami had been listening to her thoughts, the doors she come though burst open and slammed resoundedly in the silence. The Saiyan no Ouji stalked in through the doors, his hands fisted at his sides. Once again the faces were shocked, this time the King was included. He rose up from his slouched position at the end of the table. "You aren't needed here, so get out." His tone was low and threatening.
Vegeta came to a stop and his piercing black gaze traveled to each of the faces in the room, finally landing on the girl's. He stared into the watery blue depths and he felt his resolve solidfy. He broke contact and swung his icy glare to the Saiyan no Oui. "I want her released." He threw all caution to the wind. "Now."
The King recoiled in shock. "Who are you to make such demands, brat?!"
He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "I'm the Prince. You should know that Tousan."
Frieza couldn't stop the delighted smile that crossed his face. What a cheeky little brat, he's going to regret that. He turned to see a vein pulsing at the monarch's temple and knew that he was about to explode. He is so easy to goad. Before the King could move, he stepped forward. "I do believe this meeting is over, so all of you can just file out."
The Saiyans blinked and the Board Leader slammed a fist down on the wooden tabletop. "I demand an explaination!"
Frieza's lips curled back in disgust. I've had enough of this loud-mouthed monkey. Raising his left hand, he pointed a clawed finger and shot a small beam straight into Tulnop's chest. A collective gasp resounded around the room and he dropped his hand as the Saiyan lurched backward into his chair. "That explain it enough for you?"
Vegeta watched silently as Tulnop's head rocked back to gape openly with death. I knew this was coming. He glanced back at his Tousan and saw that he was still staring intently at him. A feeling worse than disgust rippled through him at the acceptance in the face so much like his own. He's turned his tail on our race. He's insane. He dropped his arms to his sides and sneered. "I can't believe you! You let this freak-" He pointed at Frieza. "come in here and start giving orders and making demands. What kind of Saiyan are you?!"
The King threw back his chair, sending it skidding into the wall. The crack of stone on stone sent a majority of the council to clutch their ears. He rounded the table and advanced on the boy, his face livid with rage. Bending over, he growled into his son's face. "I am the Saiyan no Oui, and no one tells me what to do."
Vegeta didn't look away. He stared back just as fiercely and for the first time, the small strand of fear that normally hindered his actions wasn't there. His mind wasn't calculating the consequences and it was liberating. No more. I won't take this anymore, not from him. He lost his sneer and just glared contemptuously. "You don't look like a King to me, more like a whipping dog. He just killed your Board Leader and you did nothing. Why?" He raises a brow. "Because you made a deal with the lizard."
That was the final straw. King Vegeta's arm lashed out and he backhanded him."Enough. You speak of what you do not know or could possibly understand."
The Prince touched a finger to his split lip, the white leather stained red with his blood. "Oh really, then why don't you enlighten me?" The blows came swiftly and he could feel massive bruises welling up from his arms as he blocked the overpowering shocks.
"Do you really think you mean anything to me!?" He threw a powerful punch that sent Vegeta stumbling backwards. "I'll be glad to get rid of your ketsu. Ever since you were whelped I wanted to blast you into oblivion, but that damn bitch was always there to save you." He spun his heel around in a back kick into the Prince's chin.
Vegeta saw a flash of black as fresh blood filled his mouth. Kaasan... He hit the wall so hard that the breath left his body, taking along the blood that had collected in his mouth. It spewed out and drooled down his chin as he sat against the wall. As the void of unconsciousness loomed, faded images of his Kaasan's face blinked in his memory. Of her picking him up from his bed when his Tousan was near, always rushing into the room when they were alone together, and when she would clutch him to her when she fought back; the pain of the memories was overwhelming. She was always there to protect me, to stop him from killing me, and he killed her for it. His angry sob transformed into a broken cough as he gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. Stiffening his legs so they wouldn't give out, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the blood. Spitting, he spoke quietly. "Don't. You. Dare. You are beneath her."
The King snorted. "The wench was my wife, so I can say whatever I want."
Vegeta's rage billowed to the surface. "She was my Kaasan!"
Out in the hall
The shouts were so loud, he could hear them clear down the hall through the thick marble walls. Bardock jogged down the tiled corridor, his boot heels clomping on the ornate stone. The Conference Room doors were ajar up ahead and he slowed down to a creep. The closer he got to the door, the stronger the smell of death became and he couldn't help but fear the worst. Kami help me if it's either of children. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled himself against any number of atrocities that his mind could whip up. Those don't even cover the half of them. Shaking off his unease, he ducked his head around the corner. All the right players are here, and now I know who was shouting.
The Prince stood glaring at his Tousan, whose back was to the doorway where he was hiding. Frieza stood off to the side, with Zarbon next to him. In his arms he held Bulma. Her eyes were trained on her friend as he fought with the King, but would occasionally shift to scan her perdicament with the overly-pretty alien. He heard Vegeta shout about his Kaasan and turned his studious gaze to watch the comotion.
The King brushed it off with a wave of his hand. "The only reason I mated with that witch was so that I could give you over to him, so he didn't kill us." He gestured toward his cohort. Bardock could feel his own shame and disgust at his leader and clenched a fist. He's a coward! His ears caught the tail end of Frieza's comment 'in one piece' and he watched the King turn around and retort. The changeling acted as if the Saiyan no Oui hadn't spoken and charged up two very large blasts and turned them toward the Saiyan politicians.
In the C.Room
"The only reason I mated with that witch was so that I could give you over to him, so he didn't kill us." The King jerked a thumb in Frieza's direction.
The councilmen started to murmur after the statement, and Bulma blanched. Poor Geta. She watched as he recovered quickly from the kick and the color returned to his face. His clothes were tattered, but it did little to deter the determination she saw in his onyx black eyes. I don't think I'd be able to look at him if I knew he had just used my Kaasan as a means to survive. Her heart pained at the constant worry his Kaasan must have felt, and the perpetual fear of finding her son dead. I don't think I could have survived that. He was just a pawn, a bargining chip to be used at a whim and by the look on his face, he'd known all along. Bulma squashed the feelings of pity that rose up within her. Vegeta wouldn't want to be pitied. She glanced down at the green arm that still held her fast. He'd want me to find a way out of this mess.
Frieza's patience was wearing thin, and fast. Airing out father-son issues were always fun, but he felt like bashing in the yaro's head. "I still might if you don't shut the hell up and give me the boy." He crossed his arms. "In one piece."
The King turned around. "Don't threaten me, changeling."
Frieza smiled evilly. "Alright, have it your way." He straightened out his arms and held out his palms. Bright purple energy swirled and took the form of a pair of small balls. He started to chuckle as he increased their size, turning so that they were directed at the long oval table where the councilmen were seated. They all sat unbelievingly as the sadistic cackle grew louder, along with the energy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The King started to advance.
In the Doorway
Bardock almost choked on his own tongue as he held back his shout. No, I need the element of surprise if I'm to be any help to Bulma or Vegeta. He watched sadly as his fellow board members were turned into meer ashes before his eyes. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat and closed his senses to the silent screams inside his head. They may not have been strong or ethical, but most of them were good men. Now wasn't the time to mourn the loss, he had to make his move.
He saw a flash a blue and whipped his eyes over to where Zarbon was now clutching his side, Bulma dashing off. He blinked and then launched himself at the mutant. It's now or never! He raised his elbow and charged.
Back in the thick of things-
The balls were released, and enveloped the council-members before they could scramble out of their seats. Bulma spied her chance as the flash of light momentarily blinded her captor. Raising an elbow, she slammed it backward into his solar plexus. A soft grunt reached her ear as the arm dropped and she landed lightly on her feet. Running, she skidded to a stop next to Vegeta as the heavy smell of incinerated flesh hung in the air. Covering her nose and mouth, she squinted through the smoke. "You okay?"
He turned his head away from where Frieza was blasting at his advancing Tousan. "How the hell would you think-" He reached out and grabbed her around the shoulders, spinning and falling to the ground on top of her. A wave of heat flashed past them as he pushed her down.
"What the-" Bulma started to squirm.
"Do you want to get fried? Pay attention!" He rolled off of her and dragged her by the arm towards the wall.
"Ow! Lighten up, will ya!" She wrenched her arm free and turned her blue eyes to the others. What she saw chilled her to the bone. Bardock was locked in a grapple with Zarbon, the alien with the upper hand. "Oh Kami." She scrambled to her feet. "Bardock!"
Vegeta grabbed her by the only thing he could reach-her hair. She yelped as he yanked her back. "Don't try to help him. You'll only get in the way." She glared at him and he ignored it. Bardock will be fine. His attention moved from the girl to where a certain lizard had his Tousan pinned against the wall. His inner hate was clapping at the sight, but his lips curled back to snarl. It's my right, not his! Blinking, he noticed the small neat hole where the King's heart was positioned. It felt like the bottom of his stomach fell out. No, no, no, no, no, no, it was supposed to be me! His anger was so great he couldn't move, much less speak. This can't be happening! Frieza's cackle reached his keen ears as he let the burly Saiyan slide to the floor in a bloody, dead, heap. "Aaahhh!" His ki flooded his veins and swirled around him, his power level rising by the nanosecond.
Bulma barely noticed the radical shift in his power because she was too busy dodging Bardock's body as it flew into the wall behind her. Chunks of rock and dust showered over her as his body plowed through the wall to land out in the hall. Coughing, she pushed off a large piece of stone and leapt up through the hole. "Bardock!" The dust cleared and she saw him come striding from the far wall. "Are you okay?"
He gripped her shoulder roughly. "You need to get out of here now! Go down to the docks, I have a ship waiting there." He practically threw her down the hall.
She balked. "What about Vegeta!? We can't just leave him!"
Bardock's face grew angry. "Don't debate with me, just go!"
That got Bulma's back up. "I don't leave my friends! I won't leave him with that fiend! He needs help!"
Bardock growled loudly and she found herself backing away from him, her tail winding tightly around her waist in defense. He reached down and grabbed her by the shirt. "You will do as I say. Vegeta's fate is out of our hands here and you-" A flash of green behind him and his head slumped forward onto his chest, his grip on her releasing.
Bulma fell down on her butt and winced. Cracking open her eyes, they widened when Zarbon loomed into view. He snickered at the fallen Saiyan. "You should have listened to him. He's the only Saiyan with brains and he knows what he's talking about." Grinning stupidly, he raised his palm and leveled it at her face. "I've about enough of you, so ta-ta."
A ball of green energy glowed and Bulma's breath left in a hiss. Not good.
A/N: Bulma's in deep kimche, what will she do? Idk. What is Vegeta up to? Idk. What happened to Raditz and Kakarrot? to Dr. Briefs? Idk, so you're out on your bum in the cold. You will find out in the next chap, though. Chapter 10 will be the final chapter(don't worry, there's more^_^!) of Part One. Yeah, I'm thinking about making this into two, maybe three parts and it all depends on my reviewers! So, all of you who don't, you need to!(its not like it's hard-wink,wink,nudge,nudge)
Please Review!
Ciao! Ravenreux
A/N: I've been busy conditioning one of my horses for a show on the 18th, so that's why it took me so long to post this.
Previously-
Bardock heard Raditz's scared whisper and hardened himself against it. "No." He ripped open packages of surgical sponges and put a firm hand on the steel, another on the Kakarrot's shoulder. "I need you to hold him down, because he's going to jerk. It could make the bleeding worse." When Raditz didn't move, he yelled. "Raditz now! Or he will die!" Kakarrot's ki was fading fast and if he lost any more blood, he'd die. His son jumped and scrambled to sit on his brother, pinning his arms and legs down with his own. Bardock nodded. "I'll count to three. One, two," He glanced at Kakarrot's pale face and tightened his grip. "Three!"
Chapter 9
Bardock's Lab
Bardock wrenched the ragged piece of steel from his son's shoulder, a sickening sucking noise accompanying it. Kakarrot bucked and painfully shouted incoherent words. Raditz strained to stop him from thrashing about. Who knew someone this weak could be this strong?
A gush of bright red blood spilled from the hole in his shoulder and his body went limp, his eyes rolling shut. Bardock swiftly packed the sponges into the wound to stop the bleeding. "He's going into shock." The sponges quickly turned red and still the blood came. "It must have hit an artery, he should've stopped bleeding." I have to move fast or he'll just bleed out. Moving the sponges aside, he boldly stuck his hand into the wound and felt around.
"What's wrong?" Raditz saw the look on his Tousan's face.
Bardock didn't look over at Raditz, but fixed his attention on a busted-out window instead. "One of his arteries was hit, I'm trying to find it so I can cauterize it." He stilled his fingers and felt for a pulse. Where are you? It was faint, but he could feel a pulse. "I got it." Moving his fingers, he nabbed the cut artery and used a bit of ki to burn the sieve closed. "Bleeding stopped." The pressure on his chest eased and he sat back on his heels before continuing. Thank Kami.
Digging around though the supplies, he cleaned, stitched and bandaged the wound and wrapped the arm up so that the muscles wouldn't move and reopen it. Kakarrot's breathing had slowed to a regular pace and his heart beat had steadied. He needs to be stabilized, but my rejuvenation tank was destroyed. No doubt on purpose. Gently, he slid his arms under his son's neck and knees and lifted him from the floor. The blood was still warm on his clothes. "Raditz, we need to go."
"Where?" Raditz followed his Tousan out the door Kakarrot had smashed and through the halls of their house.
Bardock ducked sideways to fit into his son's room. "I'll tell you after I clean up Kakarrot." Both were silent as they removed the bloodied clothes and washed off the red stain from his skin. Raditz pulled a clean gi from the chest of drawers and handed to his Tousan. "Did you stock up our ship with clothes and food, like I asked you to?"
Raditz nodded. "Yes." But that was two weeks ago.
"Good." He picked up Kakarrot and strided out of the room. He took to the air once he got outside, with Raditz right behind him. "I want you to take your brother and start up the ship. I want it ready for take-off as soon as possible."
"I don't..." Raditz started, but Bardock cut him off.
"No questions. Just do it." He slowed and quickly handed Kakarrot over. "Ignore the guards and get there as quick as possible. Don't stop for anything. Lock yourselves in when you're inside." He gripped Raditz's shoulders. "I also need you to send a message out on the underground link. Tell them to evacuate ASAP."
Raditz just nodded numbly, his confusion taking the better of him. "Okay."
Bardock saw the blank look in his eyes and squeezed his shoulders. "Just do as I say. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Raditz blinked and his Tousan was gone before he could even begin to start thinking. What is going on?
Palace Conference Room
"Gentlemen, the toll on the hyperspace gates is crucial to the survival of the Empire. How else do you expect me to outfit and feed the men you so graciously bestow upon me?" Frieza laid back leisurely in his chair, his fingers steepled together.
Councilmen Tulnop laid his hands flat on the table. "I'm sure the money raked in by your purging contracts and mercenary teams is sufficient to do those things." His tone did little to hide his contempt. Frieza cast a sparing glance at the King. Normally a reprimand would have been swift, but it almost looked as if he was enjoying this. It seemed as of late that his duties had been on the back burner of his mind, along with his sanity. He smirked. Like I didn't already know that he'd lost his mind. Tulnop saw his smirk and commented. "Does something amuse you, Lord Frieza?"
His dark eyes zeroed in on the Saiyan's and narrowed. "Yes." He slid back his chair and got to his feet. "I find all these..." He gestured toward the men sitting around the long oval table. "...trite issues of yours amusing."
Tulnop stood up. "I don't-"
"I wasn't finished." The glare across the table sent the Saiyan into his seat. His fingers itched to blast him into oblivion, but he refrained. It wouldn't do to surprise my host too early. It spoils all the fun. "In the grand scheme of things, they don't really factor in." He stared pointedly at Tulnop. "Do they?"
The Saiyan raised a confused eyebrow. "Factor into what?"
"Survival." Your survival.
Before Tulnop could respond, the thick double doors were pushed open and Zarbon strode in. All eyes turned to watch Frieza's second-in-command come into the room, the blue-haired hybrid girl tight in his grasp. He stopped next his lizard master and tipped his head. "Lord Frieza, I've brought what you've requested."
Frieza's eyes moved from Zarbon's amber ones, to the slightly blood-shot ones of the girl. They were brilliant with defiance, with an underlying thread of fear. He cocked his head to the side. "Zarbon, the poor thing is having trouble breathing."
"Milord, this was the only was I could restrain her. She's quite powerful." He adjusted his grip and loosened his hold just a bit.
Bulma dropped her eyes to the floor so the sinister gaze tearing at her wouldn't see her deceit. Just a little more of the porcelain doll act and I'll be able to get loose. She glanced quickly across the room to where the King sat. Her heart-beat quickened when she saw that his face didn't hold the same shocked expression that every one of the councilmen wore. Like he knew all along. This isn't good. The temptation to grab hold of the black curtain of fear that lurked in her mind was so strong, she couldn't stop the convulsions that started to quake her body. Her chin started to chatter as goosebumps raised themselves on her pale skin. Vegeta, please get here fast! I can't do this by myself!
"What in Kami's name is going on?" Tulnop stood up in his spot, his eyes trained on the shivering girl and her captor.
Frieza frowned at the girl. He'd thought that she would have been stronger than this, but he shook his head. Females are always weak. He didn't even spare Tulnop with a glance. "I've decided to induct my right to seize the Saiyan no Ouji." He reached out and brushed back a lock of sky blue hair that had loosened from her ponytail. She cringed away from his touch and he laughed softly. "This one is just a bonus."
Bulma's eyes flew open and the shivers stopped. He wants to take me?! Anger slowly replaced the fear that had flooded her body and the trembling resumed, for a whole new reason. Not happening! I'd rather die first! She channeled her emotions to focus wholly into her awareness of her surroundings. Zarbon's arm had continued to loosen as she shook and it would be soon that she'd be able to make her move. I just need Vegeta in here for a distraction.
As if Kami had been listening to her thoughts, the doors she come though burst open and slammed resoundedly in the silence. The Saiyan no Ouji stalked in through the doors, his hands fisted at his sides. Once again the faces were shocked, this time the King was included. He rose up from his slouched position at the end of the table. "You aren't needed here, so get out." His tone was low and threatening.
Vegeta came to a stop and his piercing black gaze traveled to each of the faces in the room, finally landing on the girl's. He stared into the watery blue depths and he felt his resolve solidfy. He broke contact and swung his icy glare to the Saiyan no Oui. "I want her released." He threw all caution to the wind. "Now."
The King recoiled in shock. "Who are you to make such demands, brat?!"
He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "I'm the Prince. You should know that Tousan."
Frieza couldn't stop the delighted smile that crossed his face. What a cheeky little brat, he's going to regret that. He turned to see a vein pulsing at the monarch's temple and knew that he was about to explode. He is so easy to goad. Before the King could move, he stepped forward. "I do believe this meeting is over, so all of you can just file out."
The Saiyans blinked and the Board Leader slammed a fist down on the wooden tabletop. "I demand an explaination!"
Frieza's lips curled back in disgust. I've had enough of this loud-mouthed monkey. Raising his left hand, he pointed a clawed finger and shot a small beam straight into Tulnop's chest. A collective gasp resounded around the room and he dropped his hand as the Saiyan lurched backward into his chair. "That explain it enough for you?"
Vegeta watched silently as Tulnop's head rocked back to gape openly with death. I knew this was coming. He glanced back at his Tousan and saw that he was still staring intently at him. A feeling worse than disgust rippled through him at the acceptance in the face so much like his own. He's turned his tail on our race. He's insane. He dropped his arms to his sides and sneered. "I can't believe you! You let this freak-" He pointed at Frieza. "come in here and start giving orders and making demands. What kind of Saiyan are you?!"
The King threw back his chair, sending it skidding into the wall. The crack of stone on stone sent a majority of the council to clutch their ears. He rounded the table and advanced on the boy, his face livid with rage. Bending over, he growled into his son's face. "I am the Saiyan no Oui, and no one tells me what to do."
Vegeta didn't look away. He stared back just as fiercely and for the first time, the small strand of fear that normally hindered his actions wasn't there. His mind wasn't calculating the consequences and it was liberating. No more. I won't take this anymore, not from him. He lost his sneer and just glared contemptuously. "You don't look like a King to me, more like a whipping dog. He just killed your Board Leader and you did nothing. Why?" He raises a brow. "Because you made a deal with the lizard."
That was the final straw. King Vegeta's arm lashed out and he backhanded him."Enough. You speak of what you do not know or could possibly understand."
The Prince touched a finger to his split lip, the white leather stained red with his blood. "Oh really, then why don't you enlighten me?" The blows came swiftly and he could feel massive bruises welling up from his arms as he blocked the overpowering shocks.
"Do you really think you mean anything to me!?" He threw a powerful punch that sent Vegeta stumbling backwards. "I'll be glad to get rid of your ketsu. Ever since you were whelped I wanted to blast you into oblivion, but that damn bitch was always there to save you." He spun his heel around in a back kick into the Prince's chin.
Vegeta saw a flash of black as fresh blood filled his mouth. Kaasan... He hit the wall so hard that the breath left his body, taking along the blood that had collected in his mouth. It spewed out and drooled down his chin as he sat against the wall. As the void of unconsciousness loomed, faded images of his Kaasan's face blinked in his memory. Of her picking him up from his bed when his Tousan was near, always rushing into the room when they were alone together, and when she would clutch him to her when she fought back; the pain of the memories was overwhelming. She was always there to protect me, to stop him from killing me, and he killed her for it. His angry sob transformed into a broken cough as he gritted his teeth and pushed himself up. Stiffening his legs so they wouldn't give out, he swiped the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the blood. Spitting, he spoke quietly. "Don't. You. Dare. You are beneath her."
The King snorted. "The wench was my wife, so I can say whatever I want."
Vegeta's rage billowed to the surface. "She was my Kaasan!"
Out in the hall
The shouts were so loud, he could hear them clear down the hall through the thick marble walls. Bardock jogged down the tiled corridor, his boot heels clomping on the ornate stone. The Conference Room doors were ajar up ahead and he slowed down to a creep. The closer he got to the door, the stronger the smell of death became and he couldn't help but fear the worst. Kami help me if it's either of children. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled himself against any number of atrocities that his mind could whip up. Those don't even cover the half of them. Shaking off his unease, he ducked his head around the corner. All the right players are here, and now I know who was shouting.
The Prince stood glaring at his Tousan, whose back was to the doorway where he was hiding. Frieza stood off to the side, with Zarbon next to him. In his arms he held Bulma. Her eyes were trained on her friend as he fought with the King, but would occasionally shift to scan her perdicament with the overly-pretty alien. He heard Vegeta shout about his Kaasan and turned his studious gaze to watch the comotion.
The King brushed it off with a wave of his hand. "The only reason I mated with that witch was so that I could give you over to him, so he didn't kill us." He gestured toward his cohort. Bardock could feel his own shame and disgust at his leader and clenched a fist. He's a coward! His ears caught the tail end of Frieza's comment 'in one piece' and he watched the King turn around and retort. The changeling acted as if the Saiyan no Oui hadn't spoken and charged up two very large blasts and turned them toward the Saiyan politicians.
In the C.Room
"The only reason I mated with that witch was so that I could give you over to him, so he didn't kill us." The King jerked a thumb in Frieza's direction.
The councilmen started to murmur after the statement, and Bulma blanched. Poor Geta. She watched as he recovered quickly from the kick and the color returned to his face. His clothes were tattered, but it did little to deter the determination she saw in his onyx black eyes. I don't think I'd be able to look at him if I knew he had just used my Kaasan as a means to survive. Her heart pained at the constant worry his Kaasan must have felt, and the perpetual fear of finding her son dead. I don't think I could have survived that. He was just a pawn, a bargining chip to be used at a whim and by the look on his face, he'd known all along. Bulma squashed the feelings of pity that rose up within her. Vegeta wouldn't want to be pitied. She glanced down at the green arm that still held her fast. He'd want me to find a way out of this mess.
Frieza's patience was wearing thin, and fast. Airing out father-son issues were always fun, but he felt like bashing in the yaro's head. "I still might if you don't shut the hell up and give me the boy." He crossed his arms. "In one piece."
The King turned around. "Don't threaten me, changeling."
Frieza smiled evilly. "Alright, have it your way." He straightened out his arms and held out his palms. Bright purple energy swirled and took the form of a pair of small balls. He started to chuckle as he increased their size, turning so that they were directed at the long oval table where the councilmen were seated. They all sat unbelievingly as the sadistic cackle grew louder, along with the energy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The King started to advance.
In the Doorway
Bardock almost choked on his own tongue as he held back his shout. No, I need the element of surprise if I'm to be any help to Bulma or Vegeta. He watched sadly as his fellow board members were turned into meer ashes before his eyes. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat and closed his senses to the silent screams inside his head. They may not have been strong or ethical, but most of them were good men. Now wasn't the time to mourn the loss, he had to make his move.
He saw a flash a blue and whipped his eyes over to where Zarbon was now clutching his side, Bulma dashing off. He blinked and then launched himself at the mutant. It's now or never! He raised his elbow and charged.
Back in the thick of things-
The balls were released, and enveloped the council-members before they could scramble out of their seats. Bulma spied her chance as the flash of light momentarily blinded her captor. Raising an elbow, she slammed it backward into his solar plexus. A soft grunt reached her ear as the arm dropped and she landed lightly on her feet. Running, she skidded to a stop next to Vegeta as the heavy smell of incinerated flesh hung in the air. Covering her nose and mouth, she squinted through the smoke. "You okay?"
He turned his head away from where Frieza was blasting at his advancing Tousan. "How the hell would you think-" He reached out and grabbed her around the shoulders, spinning and falling to the ground on top of her. A wave of heat flashed past them as he pushed her down.
"What the-" Bulma started to squirm.
"Do you want to get fried? Pay attention!" He rolled off of her and dragged her by the arm towards the wall.
"Ow! Lighten up, will ya!" She wrenched her arm free and turned her blue eyes to the others. What she saw chilled her to the bone. Bardock was locked in a grapple with Zarbon, the alien with the upper hand. "Oh Kami." She scrambled to her feet. "Bardock!"
Vegeta grabbed her by the only thing he could reach-her hair. She yelped as he yanked her back. "Don't try to help him. You'll only get in the way." She glared at him and he ignored it. Bardock will be fine. His attention moved from the girl to where a certain lizard had his Tousan pinned against the wall. His inner hate was clapping at the sight, but his lips curled back to snarl. It's my right, not his! Blinking, he noticed the small neat hole where the King's heart was positioned. It felt like the bottom of his stomach fell out. No, no, no, no, no, no, it was supposed to be me! His anger was so great he couldn't move, much less speak. This can't be happening! Frieza's cackle reached his keen ears as he let the burly Saiyan slide to the floor in a bloody, dead, heap. "Aaahhh!" His ki flooded his veins and swirled around him, his power level rising by the nanosecond.
Bulma barely noticed the radical shift in his power because she was too busy dodging Bardock's body as it flew into the wall behind her. Chunks of rock and dust showered over her as his body plowed through the wall to land out in the hall. Coughing, she pushed off a large piece of stone and leapt up through the hole. "Bardock!" The dust cleared and she saw him come striding from the far wall. "Are you okay?"
He gripped her shoulder roughly. "You need to get out of here now! Go down to the docks, I have a ship waiting there." He practically threw her down the hall.
She balked. "What about Vegeta!? We can't just leave him!"
Bardock's face grew angry. "Don't debate with me, just go!"
That got Bulma's back up. "I don't leave my friends! I won't leave him with that fiend! He needs help!"
Bardock growled loudly and she found herself backing away from him, her tail winding tightly around her waist in defense. He reached down and grabbed her by the shirt. "You will do as I say. Vegeta's fate is out of our hands here and you-" A flash of green behind him and his head slumped forward onto his chest, his grip on her releasing.
Bulma fell down on her butt and winced. Cracking open her eyes, they widened when Zarbon loomed into view. He snickered at the fallen Saiyan. "You should have listened to him. He's the only Saiyan with brains and he knows what he's talking about." Grinning stupidly, he raised his palm and leveled it at her face. "I've about enough of you, so ta-ta."
A ball of green energy glowed and Bulma's breath left in a hiss. Not good.
A/N: Bulma's in deep kimche, what will she do? Idk. What is Vegeta up to? Idk. What happened to Raditz and Kakarrot? to Dr. Briefs? Idk, so you're out on your bum in the cold. You will find out in the next chap, though. Chapter 10 will be the final chapter(don't worry, there's more^_^!) of Part One. Yeah, I'm thinking about making this into two, maybe three parts and it all depends on my reviewers! So, all of you who don't, you need to!(its not like it's hard-wink,wink,nudge,nudge)
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