Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Treachery or Something Like It ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight:

"Now who's holding back, my prince?" Kakarot said as the pair sparred again. When Kakarot punched Vegeta square in the jaw and the monarch did nothing to block the attack, he stopped, powered down and walked over to where Vegeta began to get himself up. "Vegeta? Is everything okay?" Kakarot asked the prince in a concerning tone of voice.

Vegeta seemed to only stare at the floor and mumbled something relevant to `yes.'

Kakarot stood in front of the prince when Vegeta started to leave. "Tell me why the hell you're so spacey."

Vegeta looked up and met his gaze only to stare back at the ground and pushed his way out of the room.

Kakarot only watched him leave knowing the only other person he could find out his problem from was the last person he talked to. Aria.

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Bulma rubbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. Why did her father have to be so damned precautious? Only a genius could have cracked the code; hell, only a genius could create the code.

Yes, Zane was right. Her life was slowly becoming more of a hell than it was before. She had just found the most complex thing ever, agreed to quit assassinating (for Frieza anyway), yet agreed to kill the ruling monarch of Planet Perisia. Not to mention she had also thrown herself into playing the prince's fiancé. Yes, Zane was right.

Bulma picked up her pencil again and began writing on her pad of yellow paper the measurements for a machine. The back of her father's letter stared back at her viciously. Or at least she thought it looked vicious. She was lucky that there was a short knock on her door.

Expecting Prince Vegeta, she opened the door to find his guard, Kakarot.

"Hello . . . uh . . . Kakarot," she said to the man.

"Aria, what did you and Vegeta talk about?" the man asked concerned.

"Oh," she said. "He and I talked about how he's supposed to be married in two weeks."

"Really." Kakarot just seemed to walk off without a good-bye. He was acting strangely.

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*Three hours later

Bulma stared at the red letters on her digital clock. 22:07. How tired she'd become! Bulma sighed and re-capsulated the blueprints. With a yawn, she began unzipping her black leather jacket. She threw it on the bed and started to pull of her thin-strapped top when there was yet another knock at the door.

`Damn Saiya-jins and their not sleeping attitude,' she thought as she walked toward the door. She opened it to find the Saiya-jin prince she had talked to only a few hours earlier.

"I've thought about it," he said immediately.

Bulma yawned graciously. "And?" she asked wrapping her arms around herself.

Vegeta took her chin within one of his hands and captured her lips in a soft kiss. "I think it will work." He smirked before leaving the woman, standing in her doorway with a stunned look on her face.

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"See you in hell," she said with venom in her voice.

She woke up suddenly screaming. Catching her breath, she looked up at the red colored letters of her clock. 02:38. Bulma sighed when she finally realized she was in reality. She was reliving her memories. Again. She was reliving the death of her father. The death of her father by her own hands.

A quiet beeping sounded from the floor where her jacket lay. Covering her nearly-naked body, Bulma picked up the communicator from the floor. Bulma stared at it for a while, trying to remember if she'd left her communicator on Planet Frost. Thinking she hadn't, she put it up to her ear with a yawn. Two voices were exchanging words in a conversation about her.

"She doesn't trust anyone anymore. I told you that." The male voice sounded very familiar.

"Well, why'd you tell her?"

"She needed to know!" one voice yelled.

"Viper's not going to even give us the information now! Thank you for ruining Lord Cooler's plan. I hope you're happy!"

The signal suddenly went dead, leaving Bulma with a feeling of nausea. She slept.