Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Treachery or Something Like It ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Treachery

Chapter Two:

Crimson liquid sloshed slightly in its wine glass. A smirk graced Frieza's face. The time was drawing nearer.

With nothing short of elegance, Bulma burst through the door to Frieza's throne room. Halfway between the entrance to the room and Frieza himself, Bulma crouched down on one knee and bowed her head.

"You called for me, Lord Frieza?" she asked as she raised her head slightly.

"Yes," he said shortly coming closer to her. "I have a mission for you."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows rose with delight. The chance to kill another in such a short amount of time between killings was rare.

"Have you heard of the planet Vegeta-sei?"

"You wish for me to go there? The place where no other assassin has ever prevailed?" she asked wide-eyed.

"Of course," he smirked, "You are the best assassin I've ever had to follow me." Frieza's eyes suddenly changed to a deep and angry scowl. "I want you to assassinate their king."

"Lord Frieza, I don't think-"

"No. You think too much. I expect you to depart to Vegeta-sei tomorrow."

Bulma bowed her head one more time before standing. "Tomorrow." With that, she left the cold dark room and the being inside it.

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"You knew this would happen, you bastard!" One hand was clasp around the man's throat, the other held her gun to his head.

Zarbon just grinned. "What does it matter whether I knew or not? You are the proclaimed `best assassin ever.' I had nothing to do with this."

"You could have told me that I was going to Vegeta-sei!" Her voice was extremely loud and the entire bar became hushed. Immediately, she let go and kept the glare on her face. "I'm sure you didn't," she said silently, her voice dripping with anger and sarcasm. It lingered even after she stormed out of the room.

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When she returned to her living quarters, still angry and half tired, she fell to the bed and kicked off her boots. Feeling something hard in her pocket, she pulled it out and stared. She'd nearly forgotten about the tiny capsule she had put there. Feeling too tired to even worry about what was inside, she placed it on her night stand and fell asleep.

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"Viper . . . Viper, you there?"

The voice buzzed in her head somewhat loudly, forcing a loud moan from her throat. She soon realized who the voice belonged to and tapped her earpiece.

"I'm here. What the hell do you want so early anyway?" she asked angrily.

"Early? It's 10:36."

"Sorry. I had a long night."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She sighed heavily. "There's no possible way I could get the information to the IIA in time. I've been told that I must go to Vegeta-sei in about two hours."

The voice on the other end was silent for some time. "We have an agent there already. You could meet with her and give her the info."

Bulma's eyebrows drew into a tight scowl. "This was my mission," she said, trying not to sound too angry. "If something happens to this," she fingered the white capsule, "I will be responsible."

"Alright. When do you think you'll leave Vegeta-sei?" The male voice on the other end seemed to always give in too easily.

"One month. Tops."

"Good. Don't lose that information."

"And you wanted me to give it to someone else? Man, you sure like to change your mind a lot," she scoffed.

"That means don't lose your life either," the voice sad seriously.

Standing up, Bulma turned off the device and pulled it out of her ear. Checking her watch, she began walking toward the door of her quarters to leave. She had approximately an hour and a half until she needed to leave. Just enough time for target practice.

When she opened the door, a tiny envelope lay flat at her feet. Scowling at it first and then having her curiosity win her over, she picked it up and, with tiny delicate fingers, opened her envelope. She pulled out one tiny slip of paper about the size of a playing card. It read:

`Forget the king. Kill the prince.'

"What the-" she said out loud in rage. "If you want me to kill the king, than I kill the king! Don't change your mind at the last minute!" She growled as she stepped in the corridor, headed for Frieza's throne room there wouldn't be any target practice this morning.

"Why are you always in such a hurry?" Zarbon's voice rang out from behind. His warm hand grasped her forearm.

Slowly, still with a glare on her face, Bulma turned around. "Why are you always following me?" she said angrily. Now was not the time to talk to an assassin with at least five weapons on her.

"Bulma," Zarbon began sympathetically, "if you're looking for Frieza, he's not here. He left earlier this morning."

Bulma sighed trying to vent her anger without violent actions. "Alright," she said with a twinge of anger still in her voice, "I guess I should leave for Vegeta-sei." She pulled her arm away from him and quickly drew her dagger. "Don't ever touch me again." With that, she slowly walked away toward the docking bay she had left only thirteen hours before.

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`Two months in cryogenic stasis,' she thought as she read over a document handed to her. `I hate space pods.' Making sure she still had the capsule she had gotten the previous day, Bulma stepped gingerly in the tiny round pod.

Soon after blasting off into space, a tiny needle filled with lithium pricked her forearm. Her eyes fell, tired and heavy, and she went into a deep sleep. The first stage of cryogenisis had begun.

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*Yeah! Chapter 2 and a half is done. Actually, chapter two wasn't very long, so I combined two and three to get 2 and a half. But the next chapter will be called three. Worry not.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews and you know, you should do it again sometime. I think reviews are the next best thing to money for me. Motivation. If you pay me, I think I'll do things faster though. Oh well, scratch that. DON'T pay me. I don't need it. But please review. Those are good!*