Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Midnight Storm ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter One

 

 

 

 

The report was grim. Vegeta drummed his fingers on his desk, looking at his advisors, waiting on them to advise. It was near useless- there was no real need for politicians when simply removing the problem would suffice.

 

“Send for my son. Obviously, Earth is in need of a stronger arm than Radditsu is capable of.”

 

“It's not the Earthlings causing the problems, sire… it's- well, a species of Earthling called the Fey.”

 

“These… Fey, they are warriors, no?”

 

One of his advisors nodded, grimly, “Near immortal, they are. And dangerous. Radditsu had no problems quashing the sect known as the Seelie Fey. But there is a second sect, not necessarily stronger, but more… tenacious.”

 

“And Radditsu can not squash them?”

 

“Well,” one of his advisors squeaked, “he-“

 

“He what?” Vegeta demanded.

 

“He took a person of some importance to the Unseelie captive. He seems to have- ah- kidnapped the Unseelie princess.”

 

“He kidnapped a princess?” Vegeta chuckled, “Damn him. I always knew that what he lacked in brains he made up for in brawn, but this stupidity is beyond even him.”

 

The door to his office opened and his son stepped in, dressed in his battle uniform, “You wanted to see me, father?”

 

“Yes, Trunks,” Vegeta said, “I have a job for you and your team.”

 

“Of course, Father. What is it you would have us do?”

 

“Wait a moment, son,” Vegeta said and turned toward his advisor.

 

“If the princess is returned, will the Unseelie go away and quietly accept our rule?”

 

“That is… unlikely, sire. The Unseelie just want to be able to rule themselves. They could care less about the humans, but they will not accept our rule.”

 

“Very well,” Vegeta said, “I will send Trunks and his team to... recover the princess. They will escort her back to the Unseelie and see if we can come to some kind of… agreement.”

 

“We'll leave right away, father,” Trunks said, bowing out of the political conversation and stepping out into the hall.

 

He leaned against the wall in the hallway, sighing. He thought he was finally going to be sent out on a real mission, to take control of some planet in another galaxy. It turned out that he was only going to be going to his mother's home planet on some sort of rescue mission. This was as frustrating as it was ridiculous. Didn't his father think he was ready? He was already thirty-two, no longer a child, and in fact, has long been an adult.

 

Grunting his frustration, he headed down the hall to the soldier's common room. Once in there, he gathered Goten, Gohan, and Kakarroto. Since Kakarroto was Radditsu's brother, Trunks hoped that the mission would go smoothly and quickly.

 

Back inside Vegeta's office, the King sighed. He knew his son wanted nothing more than to go on a mission where he could come back the conquering hero. However, if these were the same Unseelie that Bulma had told him about, forming an alliance with them might just be the most important thing his son could do for the Saiyan Empire. The Unseelie were creatures of legend, something that was supposedly beautiful and terrifying at the same time. He strode over to the window and gazed out of it, watching his people walking below. They walked in pairs, men and women, in threes, in larger groups of soldiers coming off duty. Technicians, merchants, soldiers, and children. He had been building his empire since Freeza's defeat, taking only those planets that could benefit his own. Instead of obliterating their populations, he only sent a governor, usually a warrior that had made his worth known during the battle. Radditsu had taken over Earth. Nappa had his own planet, as did Broly. Kakarroto was happy to have occasional vacations to Earth, where he would visit his mate, a woman named Chichi. He didn't have the mental capacity to be governor. He was a tactical and fighting genius, but when it came to book smarts, or hell, even common sense at times, Kakarroto was severely limited. One day, Trunks might make a hell of a governor. He would need to learn how to rule. Vegeta turned from the window and sat back down in his chair, sighing. He could now only hope that Radditsu hadn't hurt the princess.

 

 

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On Earth, at the same time

 

“I want you to glow for me,” he said, running his tongue up her neck and to her earlobe. He bit it, hard and she whimpered.

 

“I told you,” she said, her voice full of venom, “that you can rape me but you can't make me like it. You're a lousy lay, Radditsu.”

 

He growled, back handing her so violently that her head rocked to the other side and she tasted the metallic flavor of her blood. She looked at him and spit it all over his face, splattering it across his forehead and cheeks, his lips. He licked them and grinned, thrusting himself inside of her. She forced her mind to go somewhere else, which was easy. They could deny her the strongest of her powers, but they couldn't take away her natural magic, that which made her what she was. Going somewhere else just simply meant shutting her mind down. Radditsu could have his way with her; her body might even act as though she enjoyed it, but by the time he thrust into her a second time, her body was nothing more than a hollow shell. Her soul, her spirit, everything within her that felt emotion, was elsewhere. Somewhere safe. Radditsu couldn't take that away from her. She endured. The Fey were good at that.

 

From some distant place, she heard his name being called and with a curse, he pulled away from her.

 

“The, uh- King is calling for you,” said a low-level soldier, clearly unhappy about being assigned this task, and clearly even more disturbed by what he had just interrupted. Radditsu had a temper, and it wouldn't have been the first time he had killed the messenger bearing bad news- or even good news for that matter, if you interrupted him.

 

Radditsu cursed, and pulled his trousers back up, “Damn it all, what now?”

 

“H- he didn't say, my lord. He said that he wanted to speak directly to you. He wouldn't say what he was calling for.”

 

Radditsu cursed, and left her there on the bed, as he walked out of the room, he sized up the soldier that had brought him the message. “Get her back to the slave wing. Make sure her wounds are healed. If anything happens to her, you die, get it?”

 

The soldier nodded emphatically and waited for Radditsu to leave before undoing the girl's binds. He felt sorry for her, but she carried herself out under her own power. He could feel her hurt pride, but she refused to let someone like Radditsu beat her down totally. He got her to the slave wing, with no conversation between them. Once he saw to it that a med-tech was taking care of her split lip, he left. He had, after all, fulfilled his obligation.

 

The conversation inside Radditsu office was heated.

 

“Of all the imbecilic things to do, you have to go off and kidnap a princess? What kind of fool do you take me for, Radditsu? Did you honestly believe that I wouldn't hear about it? That I wouldn't hear about their guerilla war, that you so far, do not seem able to quash?”

 

“Sire, I can explain,” Radditsu said, turning on his charming grim that so often had worked for him in the past, “I took a woman as a slave, which is my right as the local governor. She is a creature of Earth, and therefore, in my dominion.”

 

“Radditsu, you fool! She is a princess. You must have known that her people would want her back.”

 

Radditsu pressed his fingers together, “The uprising has little to do with the princess, sire. They simply do not accept Saiyan rule. If they cared so much for the princess, they surely would have come for her by now. Your palace on Earth hasn't been attacked directly, sire.”

 

Vegeta sighed heavily. Like his brother, although possibly more aware, Radditsu simply did not get it. He gave good blank face, but Radditsu was a disaster politically. Even if the uprising wasn't about the princess directly, her kidnapping would do nothing to improve relations between them.

 

“My son and his team are already on their way. They are to escort the princess back to her people and you are to help them through whatever means you see fit. The princess is not to be harmed in any way. When my son gets there, if he doesn't find the princess whole and in rather good shape, you'll answer to me. And not from Earth. I'll have Trunks bring you ass in a sling back to Vegeta. Am I understood?”

 

“Of course, sire,” Radditsu said, nodding. The communicator faded out and Radditsu cursed. Better the king's brat of a son than the king himself. Trunks was stronger than him, and Radditsu knew this, but Trunks was nothing compared to his father, or Kakarroto, or even Kakarroto's half-breed brat, Gohan. His younger brother, Goten, had a power level on par with the prince's but they were still young, as the Saiyan species was a relatively long-lived one.

 

“Bring me the princess,” Radditsu said, “and make sure she's unharmed.”

 

A low-level soldier jumped at the barked command, exiting the office and hurrying down the hall.

 

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Aboard The Starlight, Trunks' team's ship

 

“According to my father, Radditsu should give up the princess easily.” Trunks said.

 

Kakarroto grunted, “I'll believe that when I see it.”

 

Trunks nodded, “I was afraid of that. Once we have the princess, we'll have to escort her back to her people.”

 

“Which is where, exactly?” Gohan asked.

 

“Unknown,” Trunks answered.

 

“Once we get the princess, she can tell us,” Goten interjected, hardly looking up from his hand-held game device.

 

“He's a genius,” Kakarroto said, “will you put that thing away?”

 

Goten sighed and clicked it off, “I was losing anyway,” he said, but didn't look happy.

 

“This should be an easy one,” Gohan said, studying the map of the local area, which all of them knew fairly well anyway. Trips to Earth were common place, being as Kakarroto's wife lived there and his mother was from there and occasional trips to the Capsule Corporation headquarters were necessary. She had wanted Trunks' to run it, but he was much more content being an Elite. There was even a palace there, which Radditsu ran, for now.

 

“At least my mom perfected the hyper-drive,” Trunks said, “so it shouldn't nearly be as long a trip as the last few times.”

 

Unanimously, they agreed on this fact. A journey to Earth from Vegeta took nearly three months, and Bulma Briefs Vegeta had it whittled down to just under twenty-four hours. She was a genius, politically, technically, and scientifically.

 

 

 

 

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On Earth, inside the palace

 

“I'll ask you one last time,” Trunks sighed, his patience waning, “Where is she?”

 

“And I told you,” Radditsu said, “Two Unseelie warriors attacked us and took her away.”

 

“I don't believe you,” Kakaorroto said, “Because you don't have a scratch on you. And, with your fear of Vegeta, I wouldn't think that you would let her go that easily.”

 

“She returned to her people. What do I have to hide?”

 

Trunks leaned forward, pressing his palms onto the table and bringing his nose centimeters from Radditsu's face.

 

“If I so much as discover you're lying, you won't have to worry about my father. I'll kill you myself.”

 

Trunks turned and they all walked out. Radditsu watched them go, wondering if they would find her. He had been an idiot to unbind her powers and she had used them, bringing him to his knees before she took off on her own. He could only assume that she returned to her people and that the prince would find her safe and sound. At least, he hoped so.

 

Outside the palace, Kakarroto, Goten, Gohan, and Trunks gathered together.

 

“What now?” Goten asked, “I don't believe Radditsu about what happened, but I believe that the princess is not here.”

 

“We go find her people and see if she returned,” Gohan answered, “It's the only way to be sure.”

 

Trunks nodded, “Gohan's right.”

 

“But where do we find them? They could be anywhere.” Kakarroto pointed out.

 

“I know where we can find out,” Trunks answered, picking up his communicator, and waiting or a moment before saying, “Bra, let me talk to mom.”

 

There was silence for another moment before Trunks said, “Mom, I need to know where the Unseelie are.”

 

The conversation continued between them for a few long minutes until Trunks finally cut off his communicator, his expression tense.

 

“According to my mom,” Trunks began.

 

“The Unseelie won't be found unless they want you to find them,” a voice answered above them. They all spun and in a tree, sitting there, was a tall man with light blue skin and darker blue hair. His appearance wasn't what caught them off guard; after all, they had seen many different type of characters throughout the galaxy. But his eyes, they were shades of gold and amber, a ring of each color in each eye. They, quite literally, seemed to glow out of his face, dimming all else around him.

 

He leapt out of the tree, landing beside them, “If you're looking for the princess, she isn't with the Unseelie.”

 

“Then Radditsu was lying,” Trunks cursed.

 

“You had hoped he wasn't?” the strange man answered.

 

Trunks shrugged, “Do you know where she is?”

 

He shook his head, “No. But I'm looking for her as well.”

 

Trunks raised and eyebrow, “And you are?”

 

“My apologies. Not introducing myself was extremely rude. My name is Balin and I am captain of the Unseelie Royal Guard. If you'll come with me, I'll try and explain things to you.”

 

Trunks looked at the others and shrugged, “Lead the way, friend.”

 

Balin smiled and turned, walking away from the palace and towards the boundaries of Saiya City, into the wilderness that surrounded it. They all followed silently, and the man leading them offered no conversation. Trunks and Gohan looked at each other with raised eyebrows.