Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Captive ❯ Chapter 1

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CHAPTER ONE

Prince Vegeta opened his eyes and grumbled. Some pretty large ki blasts were going off in the city near the castle. He had been able to sleep through the little ones, but whoever was fighting now was getting serious.

He tore back the covers and went to the window. The sky was pitch black, but became lightened with a yellowish glow from time to time. Damn it, what the hell was going on down there?

He'd been asking that question since he started sensing some the ki blasts being launched earlier that day. The only answer he could get was that there was a quarrel in the city between some men and it should blow over pretty soon.

Well, the Prince felt pretty soon had expired hours ago. He got dressed in just a black, spandex body suit. If he was planning to go out into public in the middle of the night, he didn't want to put on the cape and the whole getup and risk being noticed.

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The Prince's feet touched down in front of a nightclub that was popular with the soldiers. There was no doubt in Vegeta's mind that the person he was looking for was inside that building.

He walked through the entrance; no one had been guarding the door. He stepped onto the dance floor. Rotating lights passed over him and the music was so loud that he could feel it vibrate through his body. He watched the people who were mostly dancing in place or moving very little.

He scanned the floor and finally found him near the far wall. Radditz. He was dancing with a woman who was in front of him, grinding her hips. Vegeta didn't recognize the woman from a distance.

He began to stride across the dance floor to them. He weaved in and out of the people and no one noticed him. When he was a few feet from them, the woman looked over. It was Amara.

Vegeta shook his head. He should have known Radditz would be with her. Amara was the daughter of one of his father's most trusted councilmen and she wasn't supposed to be dirty dancing with a third class soldier.

Amara had mid-length, black, spiky hair. She had a rich tan complexion. She was wearing Saiya-jin armor, which consisted of a skin-tight, blue bodysuit; thigh-high white boots and gloves to match that came up to her elbows. She looked just like a soldier.

She reached up and tapped Radditz's shoulder and then pointed to Vegeta. He looked over and stopped dancing as Vegeta approached them.

"Don't stop dancing," Vegeta said. "It will make us more noticeable."

Amara and Radditz continued to move to the music, never taking their eyes off of the Prince. It wasn't like it was a normal thing to see him in a nightclub, especially after seeming so depressed for the last week or two.

"You're the one who's being noticeable," Amara said. "You're the only one of the floor not dancing."

He looked at her. "Forget it. I'm not going to dance."

She moved away from Radditz. "Oh come on!" She moved so close to him that the line of their bodies was almost touching and began to dance.

Radditz laughed. "You two look nice together."

"Get away from me, you wench!" he shouted at her.

"Jeez, the nerve of some people," she said, stepping away from him.

"He's not `some people'," Radditz corrected. "He's your prince."

She nodded and he threw his arm around her shoulders. "I have to admit, Prince, it's odd seeing you here."

"I didn't come to get drunk and dance around like a fool," he said. "I came on business."

"We're off duty," Amara chimed in.

Radditz clapped his hand over her mouth and smiled, wryly. "Don't mind her, you know Amara. So what is it you want to know?"

"It's nice to see that everyone here is having a nice time while the city is practically going up in flames."

"Well, we never got an order to go stop the fighting. It'll probably stop on its own."

"Probably?" the Prince asked. "That's what I've been hearing for the last fifteen hours. Aren't you concerned?"

"Sure," he said, with a shrug. "But I was told to stay out of it for now."

"Hmm. Let's talk about this outside." Radditz nodded and they began to leave with Amara in tow. Vegeta turned. "And just where do you think you're going?"

"With you." She placed her hands on her hips.

"No, stay here!"

Amara scoffed and watched them walk off, and then she turned and started dancing by herself. Radditz and Vegeta stood near the glass doors that led outside. Radditz stayed close to the glass so that he could look in on Amara. Vegeta leaned against the wall and watched him.

"What are you doing with her?" Vegeta asked, so suddenly that Radditz pulled away from the glass.

"We're just having a little fun."

"You're going to get her in trouble with her father. What would the council want with a man who can't control his own daughter?"

"She's not a little girl anymore, she's nineteen and she can make her own decisions," Radditz said. "And she's decided that she would risk being caught with me because she loves me. Is that so wrong?"

"You've gotten soft," Vegeta stated.

He shook his head. "No, that isn't it."

Vegeta looked hard at him and smirked. "I think you only want Amara because she was his woman." He laughed.

"That may be part of it," Radditz said. "Because now that you've mentioned it, it does feel good to have taken his woman away from him."

Vegeta stopped laughing just ask quick as he'd started. "So what's really going on out there?"

"In the city?"

He nodded.

"I honestly have no idea," he said. "But if this doesn't blow over in a few days. I'm sure my father will want to investigate."

"Bardock? I'm surprised he's sat still this far into the battles."

Radditz looked through the glass again. "Me too."

Amara was still dancing solo, but some man had come up to her and brushed his fingers across her hips. Amara smiled at first, she must have thought it was Radditz. When she realized that she'd never seen the man before, she closed her right hand into a fist and laid a punch on his face that sent him sprawling across the floor. The people took a glance at the fallen man and then ignored him completely.

"I've got to get her to stop punching out men at nightclubs." He laughed. "I think this is the third one."

Vegeta pushed away from the wall and looked, also. "Hmm. Did she punch you when you first met her?"

He smiled. "No." He turned and looked at him. "Why don't you like her?"

"I like her," Vegeta said. "What are you talking about?"

"You're all ways calling her names and trying to piss her off."

"Does it bother her?"

"Nope, I'm sorry to say but she says she could care less about you."

Vegeta nodded. "I expected something like that." He paused. "She's a nice person, but she reminds me too much of my mother."

Radditz had known Vegeta's mother before she was murdered. They hadn't found killer and it had happened many years ago. Vegeta had been very close to his mother and after her death the Prince and the King were never the same.

"I don't see the resemblance," he said. "Maybe in the hairstyle."

"And her persona," he said.

Raddtiz seemed to consider this for a moment.

"I'm going back to my bed to get some well deserved sleep."

Raddtiz nodded. "All right. I'll see you later."

"Yeah," Vegeta said, walking off. "Have fun getting piss drunk and screwing the councilman's daughter." Sarcasm was thick in his voice.

He heard Radditz's laughter and then he said, "Nice thought, but not tonight, Prince. Not tonight."

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Not much action in this chapter, but in the next one Bulma is introduced and the trouble begins! Until then!

~Celestial Princess