Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Treachery or Something Like It ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Treachery

Chapter Three:

*Two Months Later

Bulma's eyes shot open at the sound of a beep from the control panel of her space pod. She was very close to her destination. From her tiny window, she saw the large orange planet, much like Mars from her own solar system. A deep longing for her own home brought on a strange feeling of nostalgia.

"Curse you father," she said with a soft trembling voice, "for taking me from my home."

The space pod slowed as it reached the edge of Vegeta-sei's atmosphere. Bulma braced herself for a rough landing, only to find that she didn't land very hard at all. Vegeta-sei contained the same sponge-like material used on Planet Frost. (For anyone who doesn't know, this "sponge-like" stuff is shown in both the Bardock Special and the post-Saiyan saga when Vegeta lands on Planet Frost. I'm really not sure if it is sponge-like or not though.)

After the landing, the door to the pod opened with a `swish' sound and allowed her to exit. Surprisingly, there was no one around to notice her. But unfortunately, she didn't know where to go or where she was. And two months without real food was too long.

She looked around only to find a few large buildings in front of her, and a large forest behind. Choosing the option not to be found yet, she headed for the forest.

As she walked, she noticed trees familiar to those on other planets she had been to. Shrubs and mosses where also the same. But amazingly, there were no leaves or debris on the beaten path she had chosen to take. Someone kept good care of the environment.

Suddenly, a noise from ahead caught the attention of her sensitive ears. Her eyes became narrow concentrated slits and she slowly began walking forward. As she got closer, she withdrew one of her daggers, ready to strike at any moment.

As she drew nearer to the noise of swift movements, Bulma noticed the trees thinning and the area becoming broader.

When she saw someone, she immediately fled behind a tree and peered on in awe. She watched the figure punch and kick the air with a great amount of finesse and an equal amount of intensity. While staring, Bulma sheathed her dagger. But soon after, faster than she could see, the person disappeared.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt a presence beside her. Bulma didn't have to turn to know that it was the same person she had been watching, but she turned anyway. It was a man, oddly pale, with black eyes to matched his hair that spiked in different directions. Those coal black eyes glared down at her wide blue orbs and he crossed his muscular arms. Bulma succumbed to something like fear when he began to speak.

"Who are you and what are you doing in the palace gardens?" he asked harshly.

`Palace gardens? Halfway there, Bulma.' Luckily, she had the voice to answer him, not changing her tone from her sadistic thoughts. "My name is Aria," she lied boldly. "I have all the right as you do to be in the palace gardens."

The man continued to glare at her and became somewhat angrier. "Who the hell do you think you are, intruder!? Only guards and royals should be here! If you are some sort of slave, I suggest you get back to work!"

"Ha! A slave for an inhabitant of this planet?" she scoffed. "I would never dream of it." She unsheathed her dagger again and held it at her side.

The man before her became angry enough to pin her to the tree by her throat and she found herself only smirking at him. "How bold you are. To bad it won't save you." In the man's other hand, he held a bright ball of energy, aimed at her head.

"That's funny. `Cause if I do end up dead here, I'm sure Frieza won't hesitate to find my killer." Her eyes held a playful gleam and she knew she'd won when the man's hand let go of her throat and she fell to the forest floor.

"You work for Frieza?" he asked quietly, he no longer wished to fight her.

"You could say so." She also dropped her tone of voice and continued. "I don't want to. I never did. But if I don't complete my mission, my life will end anyway. I can't let that happen. I've got other things to live for."

"What is your mission?" he asked.

"I cannot tell you. You are an inhabitant of this planet and if you were to know what my mission is, you would probably do everything in your power to stop me." She stared at the ground, awaiting a response.

The man was silent for a long time before he spoke again. "My name is Kakarot," he said softly. "I'm the most loyal guard on Vegeta-sei, but if your mission pushes me to do so, I will stop you."

"Well then, Kakarot, that makes two of us."

"I should probably make your presence known to the king. Follow me." Kakarot began walking forward, in the opposite direction of the city. When Bulma didn't follow, he tried to reassure her that nothing bad would happen. "Trust me," he said, "you're secret's safe with me." Bulma smiled a genuine smile, and then started to follow him.

**Yeah! Another chapter typed and finished. Chapter four won't take that long. I should (notice the word should) have it finished within two to four days. Please, if any of you are interested in helping me, e-mail me with an idea for this fic. I will notice you as a co-author, seeing as how my true co-author knows nothing about DBZ and is only doing this to get a grade in Honors Lit. (I guess I didn't mention that this is a short story for my lit. class, did I?)

Anyway, please review!