Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vengeance So Sweet ❯ Queen's Gambit ( Chapter 4 )

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Queen's Gambit Chapter 4

Pain raced around his mind like an irate tornado. Luckily, his stomach was empty or he would have heaved up his last meal. Fighting nausea while his head was spinning, he tried with all his might to turn over. A groan escaped his lips--long and low. He still couldn't open his eyes; he hadn't the energy.

The sound of light steps could be heard approaching. The tap-tap-tap bounced around his cerebellum in an angry raucous. Suddenly, his temple cooled as his savior placed a towel upon his brow. He heard a soothing voice coxing him thought the veil of pain.

"Prime." she called softly. The sound of her voice was soothing but urgent. Fluttering his eyes, Prime tried to focus. The peach and blue blur before him seemed to be beckoning him back to the realm of the living. The soft stroking of his cheek made his heart beat a bit faster. He wanted to rise and face this beautiful creature.

He took hold of her hand and stroked the palm with his thumb. "...Angel..." he croaked. "No my trusted defender, I am no angel" Bulma said with a small smile. "And before we are through, you will think me the devil incarnate. Now clear your head, there is much to be done." Prime smiled "My Queen." She pressed a healing patch to Prime's lumpy head. He wasn't hurt too badly--just a concussion. Bulma surmised that he would heal in an hour or two. For that she was grateful.

She needed him strong and by her side. In a few hours, the changes to their lives and the lives of their people could be devastating unless they were successful. Bulma closed her eyes to hold her tears in check. The odds of total victory were next to nothing however at least her father would be safe. 'Please, please, please let him be safe' she prayed.

Bulma scrubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and took a few deep breaths. She did not have the luxury of falling apart--she still had one more thing to do and it was heart wrenching.

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Wrecked. The throne room was totally demolished. The new King of all Saiyans was in a blind fury over the outright defiance by his mate, his Queen, his whole heart. Outwardly his anger knew no bounds, but internally Vegeta was ravaged. So much so that he could not even touch the pinnicle of his power--Super Saiyan. This extremely disheartening fact further served to inflame the temper of the King. The council quivered in fear at the state of the diminutive monarch. He was crazed and dangerous. Even without being Super Saiyan, he was the strongest being the planet had ever seen.

A soft chime alerted the stunned bystanders that there was a communication inbound. Axel dared a look at his leader who was still shaking with rage. "Answer it" said Vegeta in a raw, gravel filled voice. Axel silently walked to the screen and acknowledged the call. The video stream emerged beautifully onto the once black screen. There sat the Queen of the Saiyan empire. She was flanked by one of the King's most trusted advisors, Prime.

Vegeta took in the site with bloodshot eyes. He studied his radiant mate as if he were never going to see her again. Anguish from his very soul poured through the tenuous connection the two shared. Bulma felt it and closed her eyes momentarily, blinking back tears. In the faintest telepathy she heard the words "My Queen". She almost gasped but remembered her mission. Bulma gathered her dignity about her and stared directly into Vegeta's eyes.

"I'm sorry to have caused such worry over my well being." Bulma paused and provided a fleeting smile. "Once I saw the state my father was in, my behavior changed dramatically. I haven't been myself. My father is in the hands of this monster as you all know. I cannot sit idly by and await his deliverance from his current situation"

"That was not your decision woman!" Vegeta jumped in. "Had you not been so impatient a plan could have been formed and executed. We would have--"

"You would have what, Vegeta? Started a war that would last a hundred years and doom our world, our people and their children?" Bulma said with an increasingly shaky voice, her breathing quickening as if ready for a fight.

"I would do what I must, Onna, for I am King of the mightiest warriors that ever drew breath." he said with the confidence of a King with his subjects listening in.

"Yes you are King but he is my father and no one will stop me from saving him! I refuse to sacrifice a world for something that is my responsibility!" The council members, in silence, began to look at Bulma with awe. They were no fans of hers, that was known, but for her to give herself up for the sake of the planet and its' inhabitants was humbling.

Bulma regained her composure, "My King, my Saiyans, please understand my decision. I will find a way back to you all. Prime will bring my father back upon release. Vegeta please care for him when we return."

"This is not over, Onna!" Vegeta bellowed, overwrought with emotion. "I will bring you back!"

She looked him over, memorizing him in case the worst should happen. With finality she said "Vegeta, King of all Saiyans, I love you. Fight bravely and die with honor" thus ending the call.

A planet shaking roar emitted from the King. His Ki was rising ever higher in an irratic pattern. Saiyans all over the palace abandoned the structure believing it was truly about to fall. Ruxin, however stayed at his post. This was his chance. Raising his weapon he shot a golden projectile at Vegeta's arm, which latched onto his wrist and locked down tightly. Immediately Vegeta could feel his anger and energy being subdued.

"NOOO!!!" Vegeta screamed as he sank onto his knees.

"Yes" smirked Ruxin as he walked over to Vegeta, his strength almost depleated. "Yes my King, the Council will now look after things...... You must rest......"

Prime turned his back as Bulma let herself release a few gut wrenching sobs. The look on Vegeta's face, it was clear he was devastated. The damage she did to his pride was absolutely unforgivable. How could he ever forgive such a slight on his person, his position? She knew his stubbornness was boundless and forgiveness was rare, to attain it was a miracle. Bulma covered her face with her hands knowing things with Vegeta would never be the same. Resignedly she wiped her puffy eyes and sat up straight.

"Prime" she said

"Yes, my Queen" he replied

"Lets go over the plan one more time".

Prime admired her determination in the face of damn-near suicide.

"Yes, my Lady"

Clapping her hands together, Bulma activated the device within the rings she wore. She spread her hands apart and 3D holographic map appeared. The map detailed the most recent layout of Frieza's ship. She had no idea how old this map was but it was the one available --it was her only hope. After enlarging the hologram, she began her recitation.

"Frieza's instructions state that he will willingly hand over my father to me upon landing." She furrowed her brow in disbelief. They knew it was not going to be that easy.

"In case the Ice Lord does not keep his word, we will execute on plan B. When we land, you are to use this corridor to get to the high valued prisoners. It will be very well protected so you must be quick and quiet. No energy blasts, hand to hand combat only if you must. "She ran her finger down the path he could use. "You have a device built into your suit that will allow you to cloak yourself. You'll have 30 minutes of power for the cloaking, maximum."

Prime shook his head knowingly and continued to listen.

"While you are getting my father, I will be off to the throne room to meet Frieza and stall for as long as possible."

Prime's face became grim at this point of the plan. She knew he would try in vain to convince her otherwise.

"My Queen, I do not approve of this. Please come with me to get your father. Do not confront that Ice-jin monstrosity!"

Bulma quirked a well manicured eyebrow. "You don't approve, Prime?" He swallowed. Prime knew he had overstepped. Contrite, he bowed his head in apology. "I mean no disrespect, Highness. I worry for your safety."

She nodded and said "Duly noted Prime, but I must do this. You know this is my duty. I cannot risk our world for my father but I can risk myself. Do you remember what you are to do after you get my father?"

Prime sighed unhappily. "Yes, my Queen. I am to secure your father, signal your ring if possible, and make my way back to the ship located in the capsule as quickly and quietly as possible. After 10 minutes, I am to launch, whether you have reached the hangar or not."

"Please do not hesitate, Prime. My father making it back to Vegeta-sei is paramount. Do not deviate...please do this for me” she pleaded, her voice quivering in emotion.

"Yes, my Queen" Prime answered reverently. Bulma pulled him into as tight a hug as she could manage. "Thank you, my friend."

Neither conspirator was saying what they both knew: Bulma was not planning on making it to the ship. She was sacrificing herself completely.

The console sounded an alert letting them know they were nearing Frieza's command ship.

Taking a deep breath Bulma backed away and hardened her look. All softness and emotion has left, leaving only cold calculating precision behind. Casting a steely stare directly at Prime she stated "Let's get to work".

After docking, the duo stepped onto Frieza's ship; each with a mission in mind. Prime was headed for Dr. Briefs and Bulma to Lord Frieza.