Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Together We Are Slaves ❯ Chapter 8

The brothers ran down the halls, stopping only to hide from energies that came close to them. They were glad that it was nighttime on this planet more often then not, so they had the element of surprise on their side. They were just minutes from coming up on Vegeta's energy when a crash sounded and screams filled the air. They moved quickly toward the disruption since it was so close to their prince's energy, but stopped as feet rushing filled the small, dark hallway. A few seconds later two men hauled away a blue man on a stretcher.

“Wasn't that Zarbon?” Kakarot inquired confusingly. His brother nodded.

“Wonder what happened to him?” Just as they were about to move in toward Vegeta, two hands fell on their shoulders. They turned to look into the face of an unlikely ally.

“You're the spy?” Kakarot said in disbelief.

 

Vegeta yawned loudly as he exited the shower, a small towel covering his lower half. When he entered the bedroom, Bulma lay fast asleep on their bed, her azure hair flaring around her like a blue halo.

`She is so beautiful,' he thought with a shake of his head. The woman before him had the strength of a Sayian, but her coloring was off. Then his eyes widened as something clicked in his mind. `Could she be?' he thought to himself as he gazed down at her. Blue eyes, blue hair, and extraordinary powers… `She could very well, but she has no tail. She wouldn't rem-` he stopped mid-thought. `But Frieza would.' Vegeta growled low under his throat as he crawled into bed, his white towel dropping to the floor. This would have to wait until tomorrow. He would have to find the files on Bulma, and he was sure that there were files. Frieza had files on just about everyone on his little planet. As had King Cold. With those last thoughts the young prince fell asleep.

 

Radditz laughed as he saw the man before him.

“Makes sense,” he said as he turned to his brother. “What better person to infiltrate a fighting planet, then one that doesn't like really like violence.” The man before them smiled an evil smile.

“King Vegeta has protected our planet for a long time, so when he needs a spy, our people are the best. It really helps when he sets up the person that he wants spied on.” Kakarot looked at him, confusion still on his face.

“Piccolo? He sent Piccolo?” The green man's face twitched at the confusion in Kakarot's face.

“Fucking hell, Carrot-head!” Piccolo cursed harshly. “Just because I am not as powerful or a fucking killing machine does not mean that you h-” Radditz stepped between the two.

“Don't piss him off,” the longhaired Sayian warned before turning to Piccolo. “You know that he is a few crackers short of a sleeve. Tell me, where is Vegeta? The king said that he is healthy, but I wish to see him.” The man nodded before turning toward the slave quarters.

“He is with the slave mistress.”

“Mistress?” Radditz hissed. “Has she taken hi-”

“No, he lives with her for other reasons.” They walked quietly down the dim hallway. Soon they came to a door that the Sayians noticed had no numbers, just symbols. Piccolo knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the halls. Minutes later a very sleepy looking woman answered the door, her long, azure locks flying around her face.

“Piccolo? What the hell?” She stepped back to allow the three men into her room, just as the door to her room opened to allow a very groggy man out. The two Sayians were still staring at Bulma, their mouths wide in shock. Sure, they had seen unusual coloring before, but this girl was beautiful.

“I bring some more Sayians to you.” Her navy eyes turned to them, still hazed over with sleep. Vegeta frowned in his half sleepy state.

“What the fuck are you morons doing here? Don't tell me that you are the rescue crew?” The two men turned to see their prince wrapped in a towel and that's when they noticed that the woman also wore a barely tied black, silk robe. Vegeta noticed where their eyes landed and in his sleepy state he was still fast enough to hit both of them and tie the woman's sash tighter. “Have you no shame?!” he hissed. “She is not your fucking mate! Do not stare openly!” Bulma frowned.

“What the hell?” she asked as she looked at Vegeta. “So, what was that about?” He glared at her.

“Your fucking breasts were just hanging out for any man to ogle, woman.” Bulma's face became unreadable for a moment before she walked away from the group and closed the door to the bedroom that she now occupied. All four men stared after her. Vegeta then turned his gaze to the three that stood before him. “Why the hell are you here and why is the Namek here?”

“First, my name is Piccolo and I am your father's spy.” Vegeta looked at him in shock before breaking out in laughter.

“Makes sense,” was his two-word response. He turned to the Sayians. “So, that means that you have no reason to be here? That you disobeyed your king to get me?” Both men nodded. “Good to see that some Sayians respect me. What do you plan to do? If you remove me from this place, then Frieza will come looking for me and possibly he will destroy our planet, but if you leave me here, he wi-”

“Destroy your planet.” All three pairs of dark eyes turned to the green man. “Frieza has been planning to destroy your planet now that he has the heir and the Blue Child.”

“Blue Child?” all three inquired in unison.