Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Treachery or Something Like It ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Treachery

Chapter Four

`So this is the palace,' she thought as the pair walked down one large corridor. It resembled, almost exactly, Frieza's own "castle," with the exception of color. Tapestries of deep blood red, black, and gold hung on the otherwise boring, colorless walls.

Kakarot walked ahead of her, while she stayed behind and looked at the various paintings and things on the walls. Kakarot didn't realize that he had left her behind and continued walking until he reached a great door, guarded by two burly men.

"Will you allow me and this alien entrance?" he asked one of the men.

"What alien do you speak of?" the guard asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"What do you mean? The one right. ." Kakarot trailed off as he turned around to see an empty hall behind him. "Aria!" he exclaimed as he began running down the corridor, looking for the lost woman.

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Bulma began to walk down the dimly lit hall, now by herself. She passed by various doors, curious as to what lay behind them and where the prince might have been. Curiosity didn't win her over this time though, and she continued walking straight ahead.

She ran her fingers on the wall as she walked, occasionally stopping and staring. At the sound of voices, Bulma had become curious and quickened her pace. At the end of the hall, an open doorway made way for a lighted room. That was where the voices were coming from.

"I come back from a months worth of playing hit-man for Frieza to come back to this?" one male voice almost yelled.

"Vegeta, you can't rule an empire without an heir! It's a new revolution; alliance is a good thing in times before war."

"Father, we're not at war yet! And it's probably because you don't want to!"

"It matters not if we are at war!" There was a long pause. "Get ready," the same voice said, "She'll be here in four hours."

Bulma realized that that must have been the end of the conversation, but she didn't realize anyone was coming out of the room. She turned around and began walking away.

"Who the hell are you?" a voice from behind asked after a muscled arm wrapped around her neck.

Bulma reached for a dagger but was stopped when she recognized someone at the end of the hall.

"Aria!" Kakarot exclaimed from the end of the hall. He quickly made his way to where she was and spoke again. "My Prince, please, let her go, I --"

He was cut off by the other man. "Who is she, first?" he asked. The grip on Bulma's neck grew tighter.

"Her name is Aria. She came here by mistake. I was just about to inform your father of her."

The prince let her go. "My father's being an ass right now. But if you want to go talk to him, go right ahead. I'm not stopping you." With that, he walked past them and down the hall.

"Kakarot?" Bulma said to get his attention. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Prince Vegeta," he answered. "He's a real hard-ass if you know what I mean. It's like I told you before." Kakarot turned around, his back to Bulma. "Come on. Your presence can't be unknown forever."

The pair made their way to the lighted room and there, they found who they had been looking for.

"My lord," Kakarot said while kneeling, "I have come to inform you of --"

The king scowled. "Third-class, why is it that you don't just immediately tell anybody anything?! What the hell do you want?"

Kakarot, surprise written all over his face, stood up. "Well, sire, I found this alien wandering around the palace gardens." He motioned for Bulma to step forward.

She stepped forward, her arms crossed over he chest and a bored expression across her face. The kind stared at her suspiciously. Her blue hair was braided down her back and it matched her blue eyes perfectly. His vision immediately focused on the gun she carried.

"You're carrying a weapon," the king said.

Bulma smirked. "That I am."

"You can't be some kind of civilian. Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Aria. And no, I'm not any mere civilian. I've escaped Frieza's planet and have taken valuable skills and information with me."

"Skills?"

"I'm trained in the art of assassination." To everyone's surprise, Bulma wrapped one of her arms around Kakarot's neck and withdrew a dagger, pressing it to his throat. Kakarot began to get nervous when she didn't move the knife.

But suddenly, she dropped the dagger and moved to the side. "Other than that, I am a full-fledged diplomat." She smiled sweetly.

The king seemed skeptical. "How do I know you're not still working for Frieza?"

"Must you even ask?" she said in fury. "The Saiya-jin race, of all peoples, should know that if ever you get the chance to leave his empire, you should! That is why I am here. This has been my only chance to leave."

The monarch sighed. "Kakarot, show her to a guest room. She may just end up useful."

Kakarot bowed, grabbed Bulma by the arm, and quickly left the room.

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**So, I didn't get it out as quickly as I would've liked, but here it finally is. Please review!!**