Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thee Untamed Soldier ❯ Alternative Means ( Chapter 6 )

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The Untamed Soldier
By: Envy My Pain
Chapter Five: Alternative Means



“I will have to, will I not?”

His expression was hard his gaze unfathomable. She would bend, revealing herself to him as some lady of importance---and he would send her on her merry way, although perhaps he would be a bit richer afterwards from the ransom.

“Do not do anything foolish,” Geta warned, no mockery in his tone now. “remember what you have just said.”
“Thank you, little brother, for your confidence.”

Geta shrugged. “Father is anxious to know what you have learned.”

Vegeta lowered his voice. “Earth can be easily persuaded. If not taken. But we end the peace.”

“He is not interested in peace, Vegeta, he is interested in securing the northern galaxy so he may tuner his attentions elsewhere.”

Vegeta grunted, already knowing this.

“You shall give me a full report?”

“Tomorrow,” Vegeta said with a sigh.
Geta nodded, picked up his cup of dragons blood, and leaned back into his chair. His mouth curled. “I bring you tidings.” Vegeta helped himself to a large slice of meat, “from father?”

“No, from Adele Beau.”

Vegeta said nothing. Geta fingered his eating knife, “She sends you her warmest regards.”

Vegeta replied, “And you may send her mine.”

Geta shifted to face him directly, all blandness gone. “But not in the manner that you shall send your regards to little Bra this night, if you find that she is telling the truth.”

“Enough!”

“You don’t know anything about Lady Beau, you have barely spoken to her. I, however, have had much opportunity to observe her since she has come to the Saiyan Court. She is no ordinary women, Vegeta. The lady your going to wed in three months time will be most unhappy if she hears you have enslaved a beautiful concubine in your chambers.”

“Do fret over something so trivial,” Vegeta replied harshly. “I have no intentions of jeopardizing my relations with Adele Beau, only a fool would provoke the eviler half of father.”



****
Vegeta stepped out onto the outer halls, lined by a fleet of large windows, pushing past a docking door, that lead to a small overlook. It over saw the dazzling stars of night, and the ship was in it’s last preparations of launching---it would leave tonight unless they ran into any unsuspected complications. His gaze was upon his domain of earth, even though Bardock was so determined to call it his’ it was in fact the Empire of Vegeta that owned it’s soil, and people.

As far as the eye could see, the land belonged to him and his father, King Vegeta. Vegeta felt a fierce rush of pride and possessiveness over earth and it’s inhabitances. His father had gone to the Kold empire, to be with his overlord Frieza, the suppose galactic ruler. His father fought by that lizards fathers side for twenty-seven years now. King Vegeta had been landless, and he had been seeking the spoils of invasion to new land, and new worlds. That could fall under the grip of the Oozaru. Now, the first born son of the greatest king in the western galaxy King Vegeta’s son, Vegeta II was the conqueror slave of the Kold empires and the most trusted military commander, a right hand man to one of the evilest villains in the known universe. Not one careless soul not no the name of Frieza. Prince Vegeta had already persuaded many wealthy and prosperous campaigns in both the southern and of course eastern galaxies for the benefit for his people, and natural resources expanding across each dominated planet after the other.

Vegeta was very aware that one day all the power of the Saiyan Empire would be his. He had been born a bastard---his parents had not been able to marry unit his father’s first wife had died--but none the less he had been made his father’s soul heir of the throne. It was a vast responsibility, a heavy burden, one he had assumed the very day he had been sent to foster at the Kold Empires court at the tender age of six. But he had never questioned his duty to his father and his kingdom, not then, not now, and not in the years to come and in-between. A man did what he must, always. He had learned that lesson the same day he had been taken upon a ship enslaved into an enlisted force of men. Where he’d been taken from his home world to serve another. He had not been able to return until a decade later. Marring the Emeritus heirs, Adele Beau, who was another duty he would bear.

They had been betrothed for two and a half years, and they were finally to be wed this upcoming ceremonial feast held every decade in collaboration of the domination and celebration of the Planet Vegeta. On the faithful night the moon arose; and with it rose the hidden power of the tailed beast of the Saiyan people. A feast---for the night, that ended tell the braking of dawn. Now that the young women has finally turned of age, sixteen. She was now at the age of proper marriage status.

Freiza had wanted the union to take place two years ago, but Adele’s guardian would not hear of it. She would bring Vegeta a large estate in the Kold Empire, and also from her home world Emeritus of Endor. A very wealthy prosperous planet and, more importantly, much technology. Technology is something his family always needed. Unlike most of the king’s other great magnates, Planet Vegeta carried the huge military burden, of maintaining not only it’s own Empire but the Kolds Empire as well, and that was strenuously costly in the extreme. Not just in coin---but in the cost of blood.

On the other hand, Vegeta’s marriage to Adele Beau would make Planet Vegeta dangerously independent, something the Kold Empire’s royalty could not be pleased about. But, Frieza was desperate for revenue himself, determined as he was to wage his own wars against his older brother Cooler in order to reunite the Saiyan Empire and the Kold Empire. Frieza was a cold and sadistic heartless bastard---but he was a smart man when it came to value. He knew something good when he saw it, and he knew that without the Saiyan Empire not only was he open to competition---but there was a fear that ran deep in his own cold and desolate bloodstream. His body, and his soul would be judged by the hands of one of them.

Vegeta realized that his thoughts had generated a pulsating tension within him. It was his duty to keep the Northern squadron secure, and for two long years he had walked a tightrope to maintain a fragile peace, responding to every incitement by the breach in the Kold empires domain as well as his own. Blow for blow, yet knowing he must not strike back so fully that he would shatter the reigning truce. It had been no easy task. He was tired. He looked forward to his marriage, for Adele’s dowry and technology would ease the burden generated by constant warfare that was forever upon his back.

Geta’s warning words mocked him. Goddamn it, he was deliberating man, neither impulsive or rash, but there had been nothing deliberate or careful about his decision to take the women calling her self Bra his prisoner. She had intrigued him with her beauty and her deceit, and he had abducted her. He had hoped to discover her to be of little value, so that he could take her to his bed. He still hoped, even while he doubted it.

No man in his position would jeopardize marriage to an heiress for another women, no matter how desirable she might be. And he had no intention of doing so. A brief liaison, if he was fortunate enough to have it come to that, did not jeopardize his alliance with the Beau’s. But, she could not remain in his chamber. In sending her there, he had again acted rashly, for it was a dangerous breach of etiquette. Adele Beau would be justifiable furious should she learn he kept a women in his room. As soon as their next confrontation was waged, he would remove her from his bedchamber.

His jaw clenched. And he would solve the mystery she presented. When faced with imminent ruin, he had not a doubt that she would confess her deception. She would confess her deception, revealing herself to be a highborn lady, and he would send her upon her way, no worse for wear, as he had sworn to do. Vegeta could not imagine letting her go without a taste of her, but if she does in fact reveal herself to be highborn, he would. And in three months, he would wed the Endor Princess. There was no pleasure in the thought. Not anymore.

Vegeta was irritated to find that once again Bra had disobeyed him; she was not awaiting him in his chambers as he and instructed her to do. He stripped down his underclothing which consisted of spandex shorts, the heavy muscles in his back rippling, his arms thick with sinew, every tendon defined, his biceps bulging with each slight movement, his stomach flat and rock-hard. He was a warrior’s well-used body, one honed by years of practice and vigorous training, with years of combat.

Vegeta was more then annoyed. He was disturbed by his moment of self-doubt, and perplexed by the confusion he had suddenly felt in regard to his marriage to Adele. How could his prisoner, exotic beauty or not, raise such alien emotions in him?

He was angry. It was safer to be angry with her. Already his blood boiled, and she had yet to enter the chamber. For the first time, Vegeta wondered if he could exert the self-control necessary to deny himself her body, which he must do once she unmasked herself. He reminded himself that he had no choice.

His sister entered without knocking. Her rude interruption into such disturbing thoughts was welcome, although he was not pleased that she should glimpse him in his state of undress.

“Knock, Chi-Chi,” He warned, turning away from her and shrugging on his royal robe. A dark rich red silk-like robe with black outer trim. A dark color, for a dark man. She was very precocious ten, and even more astute. Much like his mother. Who was willing to bark out demands---even to the king himself. He was afraid that one day she would discover him in some pursuit not fit for a sister’s eyes upon her brother, much less a young girl.

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Why?”

Vegeta bit back a growl. He had yet to see Chi-Chi since his return to the ship. She had been up to some mischief with the soldiers again, no doubt, for she was inclined towards perpetual trouble making. “Because I said so, royalty is deemed to uphold proper mannerism.” He tried to scowl. “What greeting is this?”

She beamed and ran into his arms. He held her briefly and set her down, unable to restrain a rush of pride. She was everyone’s darling, certainly his. His little sister was a clever thing, already too gorgeous and not yet betrothed. Vegeta knew that Freiza was bidding his time, but soon he would find her a husband and make another powerful alliance, for the Saiyan Empire. Vegeta thought, but was not sure, that their father intended to wed her to the an alien race outside there own people. Although roomer had it, that the king had intended to fix the squabble between the clans---especially Bardocks small rebellion. Although, Bardock was firm on his beliefs he was still their in time to aid his people when needed. He was honorable enough, to the prince, but a nescience none the less.

Bardock’s son had little land---but much silver, and technological advancements; and plentiful resources. Although Kakarott was a friend, he wasn’t so sure he’d approve of the match of the faithful son of Bardock, an ally that Vegeta trusted with life or death.

He gazed at her with the best form of affection a man of his stature could show. “Where have you been this evening?”

“Oh, around.” She said mysteriously, but her smile was quick and angelic. “Why should I knock? You’re alone. I listened at the door to make certain.”

His eyes went wide. She stepped back, giggling. “I’m not a baby anymore, Vegeta,” She said haughtily. She was the only one who dared bastardize his name without it’s proper title. “I know what you do at night with the servants and slaves.”

He could not believe it. He didn’t know whether to chuckle at her or scold her. “Just what is it you think I do with the slaves and servants, wench?”

She gave him a knowing look. “Father says if there is one more bastard born in the Royal Harem, he’s taking a whip to you as if you were a boy of twelve!” She was gleeful.

“Oh, he does,” He managed, chocking on laughter and despair. “You still haven’t answered my question Chi-Chi.”

“Do I seem stupid?” You make babies, Vegeta, and the servant wenches, and slaves like it, I know, for I’ve heard them talking about you.”

This time he went still. “You’ve heard them talking…” He sputtered. “And what, pray tell, big ears, do they say?”

“Well---” She rolled her dark hazel hues “---they say it’s big and strong and very randy…but sometimes quick, too quick…and sometimes---”

Vegeta was scandalized. “Enough!” He pounced on her. But she dodged him with a laugh. “I hope you have no idea what you’re talking about,” He growled. “And I intend to tell mother that you are eavesdropping---on the servants, no less!”

Chi-Chi looked hurt, well and truly hurt. “Mother will send me to the diplomacy detention!” She quavered. Her large, luminous eyes held his; as soft and innocent as a fawn’s. “I promise not to listen anymore, really I do. Don’t tell Mother!”

He sighed, exasperated. She was a handful, had always been a handful, and one day would undoubtedly rule her husband with no contest. “I won’t tell this time,” he said. “But Chi-Chi, don’t test me!”

She bit her lip, serious now. They both knew she could only manipulate him so far. “Why is Bra a prisoner.”

“Ah. So you’ve met the mysterious, Bra. I prefer to think her as my guest.”

“She says she is your prisoner---and that you must release her at once.”

“Did she send you to me with such a message, Chi-Chi?”

“I only know what she told me.” Chi-Chi was wide-eyed and expectant.
Vegeta was very exasperated with his guest again. Did she think to maneuver him through his baby sister? Could she be so shrewd? “Where is she?”

“In the women’s lunar Why have you frightened her big brother?”

“Your curiosity into the affairs of others will one day be your downfall, Chi-Chi. If you are wise, you will mark my words and fight your inclination.”

“Chi-Chi was disappointed but undaunted. “Does that mean you aren’t going to tell me what you’ve done to her?”

“I have done nothing to her,” he said, then added. “Yet.” Chi-chi blinked, fascinated.

“Go and send Bra to me.” He leveled a hard gaze on his sister. “And then you may join Geta downstairs.” He did not want her snooping outside his chamber door. Chi-Chi nodded, still wide-eyed and ran off. Unsmiling to do his intentions---it was time to make Bra Briefs’ reveal the truth.

*****

The heavy electronic doors of the ship slid open at the docking bay, to admit a group of saiyan warriors. They were soaked with rain and covered with mud . For Earth’s weather had been storming fiercely, the sky black, the wind howling. Thunder boomed lightening lit ups the skies. Bardock’s wife, leader of the Empire of Earth Amayako sat by the fire in the main feasting hall, motionless and despairing, unfinished embroidery at her feet. At the first sound of their entrance, she leapt up. “What news?”

Bardock entered ahead of the other men, flinging off his upper body armor, a servant unable to catch it before it feel clinging with a loud ring, and into the muddy rushes on the floor. Immediately he strode to his wife. “We have not found her, Amayako.”

Amayko made a sound of fear, clutching for his hands. three men, all wet and weary, trekked into the hall behind him. Bardock’s three eldest sons, excluding his missing son Turlus. They were all removing there upper-body armor. There flexible material under it, drenched and purged in mud. The stripped the tops, and all reached for cups of warm wine which the servants hastily brought forth. Kakarott paused to stand and stare blindly into the hearth’s roaring flames, a puddle forming at his feet. He made no move to shed his soaking cloak. “You have found something.” Amayko cried, clutching Bardocks hands. “You are hiding something from me!”

“We have only speculation, nothing more,” Bardock said grimly. But his face was flushed darkly, telling Amayko that he was furious and barely able to contain his anger.

“What is it? What have you found? Bulma cannot just have disappeared!”

Raditz whirled. Tall and lean a few feet shorter then his younger brother Kakarott, he had exotically long spiked jagged hair---much similar in comparison with his mother then his father. “Show her,” he demanded. “So we may know for sure.”

Kakarott the youngest brother, grabbed his arm and jerked him back. “Leave her alone,” he warned. “There is no sense alarming her further.”

“Your defending that bastard again, aren’t you! That coward of a Prince.” Raditz shooved him; and he scowled deeply. Raditz was a few years Kakarott’s senior, and then Turlus a bastard disowned son of Bardock‘s forgotten companion mistakenly misplaced in a purge. Although, many who knew Bardock knew that he wasn‘t very companionate for his first wife. A shrew who‘s betrayal ran deep---he‘d killed her with his own hands. He held to in the grasp of his vise-like-grip choking the life from her weak body. She’d betrayed him---and his first born son. Her death, was his punishment to her. She’d no lingered deemed worthy enough to live. Not in his mind set. His youngest son, Kakarott looked liked a mirrored copy of his own father---match for match; save for the scar lashed upon his face; a scar he’d never forget for the memories of his physic powers. Powers he’d lay dormant with the will power to forge the voices of all those he’d killed.

Innocent lives, all in the name of one cold hearted monster. His teeth clenched at the memory of his own face off with that lizard lord. Ah yes, Bardock was known throughout the galaxy as the only brave soul to stand up on the face of true evil. The only one---and the only thing that protected this world was the treaty that the Saiyan Empire had with the Kold Empire. If one inch of earth---or Saiyan blood was spilled. A Galactic War would spill out throughout the galaxies.

“Do you want to find Bulma or not, Kakarott?”

“Of course I do! I just think your jumping to conclusions is all. I haven’t seen or heard from the Prince---he would have notified me if he planned a stayed visit. I served along the side of wars with that man! Of course I’m going to defend him. You don’t bear the marks of battles, blood shed, and hardships alone. No matter how strong you say you are. He’s got his pride, but Prince Vegeta isn’t a bad guy. Freiza is---you best remember who our real enemy is.”

“Stop it!” Amayko cried, her usual calm completely shattered. “How dare you fight now! Raditz! Tell me!”

Bardock gripped her hands. “There were Elite Saiyan Soldiers here yesterday, Amayko, not a mile from Earths established headquarters.”

“You don’t think…?”

“Show her father,” Radtiz demanded. “Ask her if it belongs to Bulma.”

Kakarott shoved past Raditz, and hit Raditz with his fist in the shoulder, Kakarott might have had the upper hand in size and strength---but Raditz was no unskilled fighter. So the hit only unbalanced him slightly. Immediately Raditz came to the defense his body automatically hitting into a striking offensive stance. A sibling spar of rivalry ready to lash out between to great warriors. Not to forget that they were two of the strongest warriors in the western galaxy. It was when a roar from Bardock ceased the fisticuffs.

Bardock withdrew a piece of wet, white cloth from his belt. Kakarott made a sound of protest. Raditz ashen. Bardock only ignored the immaturity of his sons, as he carefully unfolded the scrap, watching his mate.

“Could this be a piece of Bulma’s underclothing?”

Amayko’s eyes widened and she grasp. “Where did you find that?”
“It was where the Saiyan docking post had there camp,” Bardock said grimily.

Amayko swayed.

Kakarott and Bardock caught her at the same time, steadying her. “Don’t fear, mother.” Kakarott said soothingly, but his jaw was tight. “We shall find her and return her home in no time at all.” His mind was blaring through a million thoughts---had Vegeta betrayed him? Was his Prince so low as to steal his fathers adopted daughter…his own adopted sister he’d known all his life! A women who took baths with him---who taught him the kindness and the sweet things of earth. She’d called him Goku’ a pet name she’d called him so soothingly when he’d need comfort. It was a name most of earth adopted him as. Son Goku.

“Just the time it takes to find that whoreson bastard,” Raditz said darkly, glancing quickly at the silent brother Kakarott who still stood staring into the flames. Because of the proximity of Kakarott and Bulam’s ages, he knew that the two were closest to her of all the siblings. As children, he and Bulma had been as inseparable as possible for a bother and sister. Even now, when Kakarott wasn’t fighting or sparing, he could usually be found with Bulma.

“If they have hurt her…”

“I will kill them all, every last treacherous Elite pig.” Bardock roared. “Every last one. Including there O‘fearless leader.”

“Lets go now, father,” Raditz urged. His dark onyx hues blazed. “If we set coordinates now, we can be at Planet Vegeta or close to there ship within a few days.”

“Idiot son, it takes months to reach the depths of space where that Blood Red Ruby planet lays. With the ships we carry. There ship is probably half way through the mapping system of the first three days we’d need to catch up with them. There far to technologically advanced for us Son.”

“Planet Vegeta?” Amayko asked. “It was Saiyans?”

“His troops were seen in the area this morning,” Bardock replied harshly. “It was that bastard whelp, not the damned father, who is still at his wretched Kold Empires court. And who else would dare to abduct our daughter---who else?” Recently, with the king away so often, Prince Vegeta had become the thorn to Bardock’s side.

Amayko was as white as death. “That poor girl, dear lord, protect her. She’s only human…she can’t withstand the brutality of our people.” She moaned, praying not for the first time, and not for the last. “please see her returned to us unharmed!”

“It’s my fault,” kakarott said standing in front of the hearth, his raven locks flamed in the firelight. “Had I not been detained at court with responsibility to the royal crown, I would have been with her, and never would I have let her fall into the Princes clutches had I known his true intentions of kidnapping my sister.”

The agony of the young man felt was etched in the lines of fatigue on his face. Amayko moved to him, intent on comforting despite her own pain. “It’s not your fault, Kakarott. Bulma knows better then to wonder outside these walls, or any walls, alone.” Tears filled her eyes. “How we have warned her time and again to behave as befit’s a princess, not an orphan slave. If it is anyone’s fault it is mine. For failing to rein in her spirit.

“It is not your fault, Amayko,” Bardock said, his tone softening. “Bulma is to blame, and when I get my hands on her. She will not sit down for a week.” He was angry again. “How could she be such a fool, for someone of her intelligence.” He turned to face Kakarott. “ And you are equally to blame, for enticing her to a rendezvous as you did. I will deal with you after I have dealt with her.”

Kakarott said nothing, but his mouth was tensely drawn.

“Bardock we must know for sure where she is,” Amayko stated.

“Do not fear, Mother.” Kakarott consoled, taking her hand. “We are certain it was the Elite guard and the Prince that took her. We found two more pieces of linen before it became too dark to continue to follow the trail, and obviously they were heading northeast to where the earths docking station is. Who else but our Bulma would be so bold as to leave these little flags for us? At the very least, her spirit remains unbroken.”

Bardock took her hand. “I will send a few scouts on a ship tonight to spread word and try to find her, Kami as my witness I’d have her hear waiting for you by dawn---no promises. I’ll try my best for now.”

Amayko gazed at him gratefully. He was a hard man, even a difficult man, but she knew it was no easy thing to be in charge of an empire that was forsaken---and left abandoned. Stripped yearly of it’s resources and minerals. When you wanted peace with your own people---but war against a villain that almost took the life of himself and his people. Had Bardock not used his voice of persuasion---his home world and this world would be laying in another dimension. That cold desolate day---he’d never forget. Fasha, Shugesh, Totepo, and his best friend…Toma. All dead at the hands of that murdering monster…they were doing ‘his’ will, ‘his’ purge and it had all been some wickedly evil plot to kill them. The strongest Elite team---known and feared by millions.

Bardock wasn’t completely all innocent and fun loving as one might wish him to be. Know his son Kakarott was the other half of him he could never be. A son so identical in shape, and form but a complete opposite of personality. His son had this great deal of hope, and pride. He always wanted to see the good in everything---it was impossible to beat the kindness out of him; his so was who he was. Innocent. Unlike his two older brothers.

“We are wasting time,” Raditz cried. “We know where it was so let us besiege him immediately!”

“Do not be such a fool,” Kakarott said. “we cannot wage a civil war upon our own people. It will be a blood massacre, there are other ways to take about this.”

“You would leave your little sister there to rot, wouldn’t you?” Raditz cried.

“I did not say that.” Kakarott said coldly. “All I’m saying is that I know Prince Vegeta. This is a big mistake, nothing more. You forget brother dearest I served as Frieza’s pet! I served him for a decade along that mans side and I know him! Understand me, no one is leaving Bulma to rot,” Kakarott stated, directing an ice cold glance at Raditz.

“Stop it, I cannot stand this bickering, not now!” Everyone turned to Amayko .

“There will be no war!” She cried, standing. Rarely did she give commands, and never did she interfere in matters politic, but now she shook with the force of her determination. “Bardock---you will pay whatever ransom it is that King Vegeta wants and whatever treaty he blackmails you will to sign. You must!”

“Don’t mettle in affairs women have no place to speak. Go upstairs and rest!” Her growled his first warning of promise not only to his mate but to his sons. It was the end of debate. Any more words spoken would mean a death defying beating of there lives.

****
Bulma could hear the metallic hum of the ship. It was coxing in it’s own haunting tune as she paused in the open doorway of the Prince’s chamber. She had not considered refusing his summons, even though she was nearly paralyzed with fright at the thought of what might happen. He was wearing spandex shorts again---the rob tossed aside. His lack of dress was all the confirmation she needed. Her face, paler then the costliest ivory, stung with sudden heat. Mary turned her gaze away from the site of his hardened lions thrusting against the fabric of his stretchable spandex shorts.

He regarded her without expression. The sound of the ship, now beating determinedly down upon the ships mainframe, filled the silence of the room.

Bulma’s back was to the open doorway. She cast her gaze around wildly, her heart tripping. She had considered revealing herself to him. Though she had not had much time, less then an hour, to contemplate her dilemma, she had brooded over her alternatives as carefully as possible in the face of her growing panic.