Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince's Captive ❯ Chapter 20

A/N: Sorry it took so long to get these chapters up. I actually finished the fic on ff.net, but I'll finish it here too. Enjoy!

 

Chapter Twenty

 

Bardock had shown Bulma around the laboratory in which she'd be working alongside him and a few other select scientists. Bardock had left Bulma alone in the lab when Amara entered.

 

Bulma glanced up at her. “Oh hello, Amara.”

 

“Hi,” she replied stepping deeper into the room. “You're going to be doing research in here with Bardock right?”

 

“That's right.”

 

“What kind of research?”

 

Bulma glanced at a computer screen. “All of us know deep down inside that Freiza isn't dead. I'm going to try to track him down because he will eventually come looking for us. And when he does, we're going to be prepared and spring a surprise attack on him. He'll never know what hit him.”

 

“I see. I was wondering if that man from Earth was going to help you with your research or whatever.”

 

Bulma chuckled softly. “Yamcha? I don't think he's much of a scientist.”

 

Amara frowned. “Then what's his purpose here?”

 

“My dad insisted that he accompany me,” Bulma said, moving to stand closer to Amara. “Maybe for protection, I don't know.”

 

“Protection?” She laughed. “Who is he supposed to protect you from? Vegeta?” She shook her head.

 

Bulma nodded. “Yes, it's ridiculous. I can't say that I like Yamcha either.”

 

Amara crossed her arms. “Since we're talking about him, would you happen to know where he is?”

 

Bulma seemed to think about this for a moment. “It's pretty late. He's probably in his quarters. Why do you ask?”

 

Amara turned to leave the room, but said over her shoulder. “No reason.”

 

Bulma regarded Amara suspiciously as she left the room, but shook her head and went back to work.

 

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Amara stood before the door to Yamcha's room. She knocked on the door and waited. Instead of a reply, Yamcha came to the door and opened it.

 

Amara blinked at him and he had a strange look on his face. Amara regained her composure and smiled.

 

“What's the matter? Are you disappointed to see me?”

 

He gave her a slow smile. “No, I just wasn't expecting you.”

 

Amara lifted a bottle of wine. If there was anything she'd learned from her encounter with Malem, it was that all men think the same when confronted by a pretty woman. “If you're busy, I can come back later.” She turned to leave.

 

Yamcha pushed the door wide and grabbed her arm. “I didn't say I wanted you to leave.”

 

The smile returned to Amara's face. “Well, all right then.” She stepped into his room and looked around. He closed the door and leaned against it.

 

Amara set the bottle of wine down on the bedside table. “Do you drink?”

 

“Sure,” he said, walking toward her. “I was under the impression that you didn't like me.”

 

Amara took two glasses into her hand and smiled. “I couldn't have let Radditz suspect that I was interested in you, now could I?”

 

He smiled back. “I suppose that wouldn't have gone over too well.”

 

Amara poured the liquid into the glasses and shook her head. “Not at all.”

 

Yamcha took one of the glasses from the table and sat down in a chair. Amara took her glass and moved to stand behind him. She slid her hand along his shoulder and moved her lips to his ear.

 

His eyes widened. “Maybe we should take it easy.”

 

“Why?” Amara asked, running her free hand along his neck. “You don't like me?”

 

“I like you but…”

 

Amara moved her glass to his lips and tilted it up. He drank all the liquid from her glass and she smiled. “But what?”

 

“I think you're already spoken for,” he finished.

 

“By Radditz?”

 

He shook his head.

 

“Oh, you mean Malem?” she asked, moving so that she could meet his eyes.

 

“Do you mean to say that you like him too?” he asked.

 

She shrugged. “Well…I don't share all my secrets with strangers.” She moved off of him and stood.

 

“We'll find out tomorrow night, won't we?” He smiled.

 

Her eyes twinkled at his last comment. “Did you make an agreement with Malem to not have sex with me or something?”

 

He nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”

 

“Hmm.” She set her empty glass down on the table. “Are you a man of your word? Or is it that you fear Malem?”

 

Yamcha smiled slowly. “I have another woman that I'm interested in.”

 

“Oh?”

 

He nodded.

 

“And who's that?”

 

He stood. “I don't share all my secrets with strangers.”

 

Amara laughed. “Fair enough. I'll see you later, Yamcha. You can keep the bottle of wine.” She went to the door and opened it. “It's too bad…” She leaned against the doorjamb. “…that you made that promise.”

 

She watched him smile as she closed the bedroom door. She looked up when she heard footsteps in the hallway. She watched Kakarot come into view.

 

“What are you doing?” he asked, glancing at the door she had just stepped out of.

 

“A little investigating,” she said, simply.

 

He gave her a sideways look. “Amara, I thought you wanted to be my brother's mate…”

 

She punched him in the arm. “Shut up, Kakarot!” She lowered her voice. “I could never bring myself to have sex with that disgrace in there.” She frowned. “Have you seen Radditz?”

 

He shook his head. “Are you doing something that's going to get you into trouble?”

 

“You mean like I all ways do?” She smiled and walked past him.

 

“Exactly.”

 

She spoke without turning, “Probably, but if you're concerned about my well-being, don't be. I have this one under control.”

 

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Amara opened the door to the room that she and Radditz were staying in. She found him asleep in bed and smiled. This was probably the first time he'd been able to sleep peacefully.

 

She could only speak for herself, but she knew that if she had been on Freiza's ship, she wouldn't have been able to sleep at night knowing that lizard was lurking around.

 

She closed the door quietly and hoped he would stay asleep until she returned. There was no telling what would happen if he woke up and came looking for her. He would get the wrong idea and everything would be ruined.

 

Amara was brewing a plan in her head and she didn't want to let Radditz or any of the others know.

 

She walked down the hall and smiled. “Watch out Malem and Yamcha.”

 

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Amara arrived at the nightclub and looked up at the sign. This was one of the few times she had gone without Radditz. She entered through the front doors and scanned the building. The nightclub was a typical soldier hang out and she spotted some faces she recognized.

 

“Hey Amara!” one called. “Haven't seen you here in a while. What a pity.”

 

She walked past him. “Yeah, it's too bad, but I don't have time to talk to you.”

 

He looked shocked and his friends laughed and nudged him. He shook his head and smiled. “All right then. Later.”

 

She walked past groups of soldiers who starting making catcalls and making sexual comments. She rolled her eyes and ignored them. Her eyes passed over the room and she couldn't seem to find the person she was looking for.

 

A soldier moved in front of her, blocking her view. She looked up at his face and sighed. “Oh hello, Bran.”

 

He grinned. “You don't sound too happy to see me.”

 

“That's because I'm not.” She crossed her arms under her breasts, unintentionally accentuating them.

 

His eyes dropped down to her cleavage. “Oh nice.”

 

She unfolded her arms and turned her head to the side.

 

“So,” he said, drawing out the word. “What brings you here? Did Radditz throw you away or are you looking for a little change?” He reached out to touch her and she swatted his hand away.

 

“You better watch it, Bran.” She turned to look at him. “I didn't come here for you, that's for sure.”

 

“Then how about a little change of plans?”

 

She narrowed her eyes at him and was about to respond when someone came up behind Bran and shoved him aside. Amara looked up at this new Saiya-jin and smiled.

 

“Step aside Bran. She came here to see me.”

 

Amara nodded. “Kort, just the one I was looking for.”

 

Kort was much taller than Amara. He looked down at her and smiled. “Come on over to my table.”

 

She nodded and walked toward him. He put his arm around her shoulders and led her to the table. He let go of her and she took a seat in a chair and he sat across from her.

 

“How did you know I was looking for you?” she asked.

 

He blinked. “I didn't. I just figured that you didn't come here to be hassled by Bran.”

 

She nodded.

 

“What did you come to see me about?” he asked, suddenly looking more interested. “Are you really looking for a change?”

 

She smiled. “I don't think Radditz would appreciate that.”

 

He leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, I didn't think so.”

 

“I came to give you some inside information,” she said. “You'll be guarding the palace jail tomorrow night, right?”

 

“Yes, I'll be one of the guards there. Why?”

 

She glanced around the nightclub. “I told you I have information, but people are staring.”

 

“Of course they are,” he said. “You're a councilman's daughter. You're like a rare jewel around here. And it also has something to do with the way you carry yourself.”

 

“What?”

 

“The way you walk and act, raw sexuality clings to you,” he continued. “And for you to walk in here alone is like an invitation.”

 

She stood. “Come on, let's go outside and talk.”

 

He got to his feet and put his arm around her again. “Okay.” He led her toward the exit and she leaned into him to make it seem more casual.

 

A few soldiers commented on Kort walking off with Amara, but that was all. They walked out of the doors and the cool night air hit them. They kept walking until they came to a fountain and Kort sat down. He pulled Amara down on his lap and she let out a startled cry.

 

He smiled at this. “I'm just trying to make us less obvious.”

 

She put her arm around his neck. “Oh, of course those were your only intentions.”

 

“So tell me what information you have.”

 

They sat on the edge of the fountain and Amara told him everything she knew about Yamcha and Malem's little escape plan. Kort listened intently and when she was finished speaking he shook his head.

 

“Tomorrow night, huh?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I suppose you want me to prevent the break out?”

 

She nodded.

 

“I think I'm beginning to form a plan,” he said. “Tell me, would I face any consequences if this Yamcha guy and Malem ended up dead?”

 

“I seriously doubt it,” Amara said. “In fact, you may be rewarded. We have no use for either of them.”

 

“Can I discuss this with other soldiers?”

 

“Sure.” She got off of his lap. “Do what you have to do to get rid of them both.”

 

He grabbed her wrist. “I have one more question.”

 

She turned her eyes to him. “What is it?”

 

“Why tell me and not Prince Vegeta or anyone of a higher rank?”

 

She smiled. “Kort, you're an old friend of mine.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “I considered telling the Prince, but I decided that it was about time for the guards, soldiers and common people to get a piece of the action.”

 

He smiled. “I like the way you think, Amara.”

 

She nodded. “I know you won't let me down, Kort. Make Malem sorry he was ever born.” She turned to walk away. “And as for that Yamcha guy, make him regret ever coming to this planet.”

 

Kort stood and watched her walk away. “You've got it, Amara.” He cracked his knuckles and smirked. “This may be the one night I look forward to guarding the prison.”

 

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A/N: Cerulean Flower: Wow, you got the spotlight in this chapter, Amara.

 

Amara: What can I say? I should be the star of this entire story.

 

Cerulean Flower: Nah, this is a B/V romance. Sorry.

 

Amara: Hmph! Well, I'm certainly looking forward to the next chapter. I can't wait to see what they do to Malem and Yamcha. Let the torture begin! Oh and try to write this one a little faster than you did last time. What took you so long anyway?

 

Cerulean Flower: (Sighs heavily) School started again, that's what. See you next time! (Waves)