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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 19
Previously…
"I told you, Zarbon. I never slacked off on my training. This has been almost too easy!" Vegeta gloated, enjoying the look of fear that the once seemingly unbeatable general wore on his face.
With that, Vegeta sent a giant ki ball through the handsome general's chest and it was over. For good measure, Vegeta sent a few more ki blasts at the dead general, laughing in glee. He had done it. He had destroyed one of his biggest tormentors.
He stood away from the bloody remains and looked at Bulma, who was still sitting on the table with a look of shock on her face. He silently cursed himself. He had gotten carried away. Now he had probably frightened her. He looked down at his hands. They were no longer crackling but were covered in blood. He could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
"Are you alright?" he managed to ask her. She looked alright, but the look on her face was telling him otherwise.
"Yea. I'm fine. Thank you." She nodded, still looking at him strangely.
"Good. Let's go. We must leave now." Vegeta said urgently.
"What about that mess you just made? Someone will discover him. It looks like a wild animal mauled him. Oh, god." She stammered, looking again and the mess of remains.
"It does not matter. He will not be missed. Let's go, Woman!" Vegeta said extending a hand to her. She hesitated a moment and took his hand, sliding herself off the table.
She grabbed her top and skirt, dressing quickly. She looked at him again and ripped off the bottom half of her shirt, and walked up to him, wiping his face. "You're a complete mess." She murmured, shakily.
"It's fine, Woman. Stop fussing." He said softly, grabbing her trembling hand. "We must leave now. We are out of time." He scooped her up and left the room.
Vegeta flew down the hall and outside the palace with her in his arms. He glanced down at her, noting the troubled expression on her face. Without second thought he headed upwards and put her down on the balcony of his chambers.
"Wait here. I will change before we go." He said, heading inside.
Bulma nodded and followed him. She too felt the overwhelming need to change as well. She decapsulated her things and changed quickly into a pair of black jeans and t-shirt. She threw everything back in a pile and capsulated everything again and took a seat, waiting for Vegeta.
She could not believe what had just happened. She should have listened to Vegeta. He had been right. They should have just left here. Now they were in an even worse situation. They had killed someone. She was thankful that she was safe, but at the same time, still shook up. She couldn't shake the image of Vegeta beating that guy to death. She wasn't sure what bothered her more the fact that he had killed the guy or the fact that he was acting now like nothing had happened. Either way, she felt like this was all her fault and she didn't know what to say to him.
Vegeta came around the corner and looked at her. He had showered quickly and was wearing a black flight suit and non formal armor. He didn't want to waste the time, but he wanted to rid himself of the remnants of Zarbon all over him. No wonder she had been looking at him like he was a monster. One look in the mirror had nearly scared him himself. "Are you ready?" He asked.
Bulma nodded and gave him a soft smile, noting his cleaned up appearance.
He leaned down and scooped her up in his arms and off they went.
About a half hour later…
The King sat at his chair in the banquet room. He was in a terrible mood. He had to figure out what to do about this girl. His son was in danger of possibly making the biggest mistake of his life if he allowed him to keep her around much longer. She had to go.
On one hand it may be a non issue if his son did leave with Frieza. He would be leaving her here. The King wasn't sure if he had bought his story about selling her to Bardock. He wasn't even sure he was alright with that if it was true. Bardock seemed to have developed a soft spot for her as well. The King knew that his son had a close relationship with Bardock. He had known that for years. It bothered him more than he would like to admit. It wouldn't surprise him if his son had the foresight to send her to Bardock for "safe keeping" while he was away. The Prince was an amazing tactician, much like himself, he thought with pride. Unfortunately, his son wasn't thinking straight where this girl was concerned, and somehow every option he had thought of to get rid of her subtly had backfired on him.
He hadn't thought that Frieza would have made a trip all the way here to request the Prince's return and the King was very suspicious of the motives behind that maneuver. He had thought the Lizard Lord had returned simply to keep an eye on him that he wasn't planning a coup anytime soon. The plan to have the little wench sent off with Frieza had backfired as soon as Frieza announced his desire to have Vegeta return to his ranks with a possible promotion. King Vegeta had hoped that if he threw out the possibility that if he mated Asia that he could stay and then still send the girl with Frieza, thereby ridding his son of the distraction of her. Again, the plan backfired as his son seemed to rather live another few years under Frieza's rule instead of taking Asia and being one step closer to taking the throne. Since that turn of events, the King decided on keeping her here while his son was gone and he hadn't decided what he had wanted to do with her yet? Sell her at auction and make a decent profit off her, especially now after learning her talent was as outstanding as her beauty? Or keep her for himself and break her down as punishment for bewitching his son. He was not a stupid man. He could tell she was no beaten down slave as his son would lead him to believe. His son didn't have the experience to realize that having a woman with spirit such as her was nothing but trouble. His son seemed to find her endearing. The King on the other hand saw it as a challenge. He loved slaves like that. Bed slaves especially. The women that were obviously high society from wherever it was they came from. Used to being treated as queens. The King smirked. He had broken down a few former queens in his time. He had taken great pleasure in watching them wither away into nothing until the day he had finished with them and ended their miserable lives. Yes, this girl might prove to be a challenge. He truly hadn't decided what he would rather do. Either way, she had to go. And if his son had actually made arrangements with Bardock, she would not be allowed to remain until his son returned. She would have to be gone long before he returned. The King would see to that himself at all costs.
A large part of him hoped that Zarbon might finish her off, perhaps right now even. His son hadn't said much, but the King hadn't missed the look of absolute rage in his eyes hidden behind his careful nonchalant façade he had put on. He clearly did not want anyone else touching that girl. The King really didn't understand it. She was a stunning beauty, he could appreciate that but at the end of the day just another woman. Women came and went just like the seasons. He had thought he had instilled that in his son. Apparently not. He had too much of his mother in him. Try as he might to beat it out of him, he just remained the same. He was stubborn. Just like he was, he thought with a smirk. How ironic was that?
The crowd was starting to get restless. Bulma had been gone for a while and they were starting to wonder when she was going to come back to perform another song for them.
The entertainment director nervously stepped up to the head table where the King was sitting. "Um, I am sorry to disturb you, Your Highness." He said, looking at the ground.
"Bulma is preoccupied and will most likely not be returning for the evening. I suggest you make other arrangements." The King said in a bored tone.
"Of course, Your Highness. Right away." The director stammered and rushed off to figure something out fast. The crowd was starting to get rowdy. Everyone knew that a room full of rowdy Saiyans was never a good thing.
"My, they have been gone a while." Frieza smirked.
"I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing." The King replied. He had been thinking the same thing. It had not been a surprise that his son had not returned.
"We shall find out soon enough, my King." Frieza replied. "He sure seems besotted by her. Your instincts in this case have been bang on. You don't think it is something that will pass when he gets bored of her?"
"I am not sure. I was hoping he would be bored of her by now, but his attentions have not wavered. Maybe Zarbon will do us a favor and rid him of her. The sooner she is gone the sooner he will start thinking straight again. Maybe he is right, maybe a few more years under your direct supervision will do him good." The King shrugged, finishing his wine and reaching for the bottle to pour himself another glass.
"What about me?" Asia's high pitched voice cut in petulantly.
"What about you, my dear?" The King asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought we were to be mated this year."
"That had been a hope of mine; however Vegeta seems to have other ideas." The King said shaking his head.
"So you can't just make him take me as his mate?" Asia asked, almost in desperation.
"My dear, you should know by now that no one makes Vegeta do anything." He replied with a smirk. "Feel free to wait until his return. With some luck, maybe a few more years with Lord Frieza will knock some sense into him and teach him what ruling an empire is all about."
Asia frowned and crossed her arms childishly. She didn't want to wait any longer. She was eighteen years old. If she weren't mated by the time she was twenty, then who would want her? Saiyan females were almost always mated by their early twenties so as to start raising families at a young age. She guessed she could wait on Vegeta a few more years. He was the only man she wanted. Her father wouldn't let her mate anyone else anyway, so what choice did she have but to wait on Vegeta? She just wished he'd hurry up. She was getting impatient.
"Well, I wish you would at least make him get rid of that little bitch he's been keeping around. I've had it." Asia said angrily. "I don't get what the big deal is anyway."
"Not to worry. By the time Lord Frieza is ready to leave, it will be sorted one way or another. It ends after this week." The King said.
They all sat at the table for another few minutes in silence. A beautiful courtesan began to dance on stage. She was highly talented and stunningly gorgeous, but the crowd wasn't getting into it. They wanted Bulma.
"It would seem that Vegeta's little slave is a crowd favorite." Lord Frieza chuckled.
"So it would seem." The King nodded.
Frieza beckoned to Dodoria, one of his other soldiers. He almost always followed Zarbon everywhere. The chubby pink, spiky soldier approached their table and bowed in respect. "Lord Frieza. King Vegeta."
"Would you do me a favor, Dodoria and go find Zarbon? He should be just down the hall from here. I want you to find out how much longer he will be preoccupied with Vegeta's little toy and make sure Vegeta isn't giving him any trouble." Frieza told him.
"What? He got to take the girl?" Dodoria asked in shock.
"He was granted a private audience with her, yes. They have been gone for almost a half hour now." Frieza nodded.
"Nice." The pink fat soldier nodded with a gleam in his eye. "If I head down will I get a turn?" he asked hopefully.
"Knock yourself out." The King replied, rolling his eyes. "If my son will allow it."
Dodoria chuckled to himself. Tormenting Vegeta had always been one of his and Zarbon's favorite past times. They had so missed him. He made it just too easy for them. Since it was obvious that Vegeta had a thing for this girl, why not have some fun with him? Dodoria could remember in perfect detail what he and Zarbon had done with the last girl the Prince had taken an interest in. That had been quite a few years ago. They hadn't seen him even look at a female since then. Maybe they could get some sport tonight? Take turns ravaging the girl in front of Vegeta until she begged for her death like they had last time? It would be like killing two birds with one stone. They'd have some fun and torment Vegeta at the same time. Just like the good old days. There wasn't anything Vegeta would be able to do about it. There's no way he would have been able to surpass Zarbon in only two years.
Dodoria rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he left the banquet hall and down in to the smaller office rooms that must have been used for small meetings maybe? He didn't care.
He opened the doors of two rooms and found them empty. He finally reached the last room down at the end of the hall and opened the door and was greeted by the stench of charred remains and a bloodied mess at the end of the room. What the hell happened here?! He thought in panic, walking up to it to see what or who it was. It had looked like someone had been torn apart by a wild animal and then burnt? There was blood everywhere; the floor, walls and even ceiling. He noticed some long strands of dark green hair and knelt down to look at them. It looked to be what was left of Zarbon. No one else had hair that color. Upon further investigation, he found the gold headband lying shattered in pieces.
This was definitely Zarbon. Dodria thought in panic. But who could have done this? Zarbon was known to be the most powerful soldier in Frieza's army, next to Frieza himself! That's why he had been handpicked and appointed by Frieza himself as his right hand man and general.
He took a few steps back, fear rippling down his spine. This wasn't possible. He looked around the room. It was empty. No one was here. He found a shred of black lace on the floor with some blood on it not far from the bloody remains. What the hell happened? There's no way Vegeta could have done this. He panicked. It must have just happened mere minutes ago too. The body was still smoking.
Dodoria grabbed the shattered gold headband and spun around and ran as fast as his fat little legs could carry him. Whoever or whatever did that to Zarbon might still be lurking around. He didn't want to end up like that. There was no way Vegeta could have done that was there?
"My Lord!" he cried, running into the banquet room and up to the head table where Frieza and the King were still seated. He tripped clumsily on the ground in his haste and struggled to pick himself back up. "Lord Frieza!"
"What IS it, Dodoria?" Frieza asked him, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He could never understand how Zarbon could stand the fat pink blob. He was so unprofessional. So clumsy; lacking any kind of grace and refine, like Zarbon. Zarbon was the epitome of finesse. Could find a way to fit into any situation. How he put up with Dodoria following him around all day like a lost dog, he would never know. The only person he knew that was more attractive and carried himself with more finesse than Zarbon was Prince Vegeta. Now that was a man.
"My my L-l-lord." He stammered, out of breath at this point.
"Stand up straight." Frieza snapped at him. "Catch your breath and do not address me until you can speak properly you fool!"
"S-sorry, my Lord. It's it's just." He continued to stammer between breaths. He took a second, bending over with his hands on his knees so that he could breathe better. "I'm sorry, My Lord, it's just that-"
"You speak to Me. Not the floor, Dodoria." Frieza snapped at him again. Dodoria nodded and took another few moments to catch his breath. When he had, he stood up straight. "Now that's much better. Please, go on. You barged in here all in a huff. I am dyeing to hear what it is that is so important for you to create such a scene." Frieza mocked, rolling his eyes and rolling his hand out gesturing to the rest of the crowded banquet room that was now all completely focused on the head table.
"S-ssorry my Lord." Dodoria studdered.
"Don't apologize! Spit it out already!" Frieza bellowed at him.
"I went to find Zarbon and the Girl, as you had asked. When I got there, I found the remains of Zarbon." Dodoria said quickly, cringing in hopes he wouldn't be struck.
"What do you mean 'the remains of Zarbon'?" Frieza asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Someone or something tore him to pieces in that room at the end of the hall. Go see for yourself." He replied, taking a few steps back in order to place some distance between himself and the Lizard Lord.
"And what of Prince Vegeta and the Girl?" Frieza asked.
"Gone. Not there." He replied. "Here! I found this! I know it's Zarbon!" he cried, tossing the bloodied, broken gold headband on the table to Frieza and the King and running away from the table before Frieza blasted him into another dimension. He had witnessed that far too many times and he wasn't ready to go there just yet. He ran to the bar and ordered a stiff drink.
"Hmm. This is most interesting." Frieza said, looking at the bloodied headband for himself.
The King frowned at the gold object on the table. This wasn't good. "Lord Frieza, we must investigate this."
"Indeed." Frieza replied. He looked at Captain Ginyu and snapped his fingers. The Captain and the other members hurried up to the table. "I will need your help, Captain." He said. "Come. Let's go and investigate this." He said, getting up to leave the banquet room. The King following.
The small group made it to the room on the end of the hall and looked at the scene presented.
"What the hell happened here?" Captain Ginyu said, walking up to the remains.
"Looks like someone got offed." Jeice said.
"Thank you for that, Jeyice." Frieza replied, rolling his eyes, walking up to the scene with his arms crossed behind his back; his tail lashing back and forth in agitation.
"Ginyu. Take one of your men. I want you to head down to the royal wing and see if you can't find Prince Vegeta and his little girlfriend. Bring them both here."
"Right away, Lord Frieza!" Captain Ginyu replied, saluting the Lizard Lord dramatically. "Burter, Come with me."
The tall purple alien nodded and followed his Captain out of the room and down the hall.
"What do ya think happened here?" Recoome asked.
"What is pretty obvious. It's who did this, Recoome. Who?" Jeyice said, leaning to pick up the piece of shredded lace on the ground. "What do you make of this?" he asked Frieza and the King, holding it up.
Both Frieza and the King recognized it as a piece of the top Bulma had been wearing earlier when Vegeta had brought her out to meet. Frieza smirked and looked at the King. This was getting more interesting by the minute.
The King shook his head, looking at the mess. He should have felt pride that his son had done this. He knew that Zarbon had been a very powerful general. However, he was anything but proud at the moment. That his son had done this over a girl that wasn't even his mate; a mere slave at that was unacceptable. "My deepest apologies, my Lord. I will see to it that my son take full responsibility for his actions." He said, nearly shaking with rage.
"No, that is quite alright my King." Frieza replied.
"But, my Lord. Zarbon was your most powerful general. That my son did this all because of a bed slave is not something I will tolerate."
"I do agree, my King. However, I did promise Vegeta a promotion. He just got it in disposing of Zarbon." Frieza shrugged.
"What? You mean to say Vegeta did this? No way, mates!" Jeyice exclaimed, leaning over to look at the mess. If Vegeta did this, then I had better watch to not get on the little monkey's bad side. He could take all of us out! Zarbon was stronger than even Captain Ginyu!
"Zarbon more than likely had it coming." Frieza shrugged, seemingly unsympathetic to the demise of his favorite general. "He knew Vegeta didn't want anyone touching his little slave."
"Ha haa! Maybe she was so hot he self combusted. Huh? Ha haa!" Recoome said stupidly, laughing at his own dumb joke. "Get it?" he nudged Jeyice when no one laughed.
"I get it, mate. And it's spontaneous combustion."
"Oh, right. Ha haa!" the large man said, still laughing as though he had told the funniest joke ever.
"What do we do then, Lord Frieza?" Jeyice asked.
"Let me handle this." Frieza said, looking at the King with a calculating smile and leaving the room.
It was then that Captain Ginyu and Burter returned.
"Where's my Son and the Girl?" The King asked, noticing that they had returned alone.
"Dunno. They weren't there." Captain Ginyu said shrugging.
"Did you check the room or just knock and leave?" The King growled.
"No, we went in. There wasn't anything but bloodied up armor in the bathroom. No sign of them." Ginyu said.
"Where do you think they could have gone, your Highness?" Frieza asked the King, looking highly amused at the situation.
"I haven't a clue." The King shook his head trying to keep his anger in check.
"Well, why don't you and your team go out and look for our dear Prince Vegeta and his little toy. The King and I will wait here in case they should return." Frieza said, heading back to the banquet room.
The King followed him, not knowing what to do. He wanted to go out and look for his son and give him the beating of his life and then strangle the blue haired girl right in front of him. He could not believe this. The complete lack of respect! And for what? A concubine? It was absolutely disgraceful! What had this girl done to his son?
The King followed Frieza back in the banquet room, where more than half the soldiers were waiting anxiously to hear what had happened.
"I want everyone out searching. Find Prince Vegeta and the Girl. Bring then both back here." The King bellowed and sat back down.
Kakarott and Raditz walked up to the head table. "What happened, your Highness?" Kakarott asked.
"I'm not entirely sure but it looks like Vegeta annihilated Zarbon." The King said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He left with that Blue haired wench. They are nowhere to be found. Do you know where he would have taken her?"
"No." Kakarott shook his head. Why would Vegeta do that? Huh, Good for him! The younger Saiyan thought to himself. "I will go out and look for him though."
"See that you do!" The King replied. "You're his First Lieutenant! You should know where he is at all times!"
"You're right, your Highness. Sorry." Kakarott said, bowing to the King. "I will see what I can find out."
Kakarott and Raditz walked out of the banquet room and headed to Bardock's lab. Maybe he knew what was going on.
"Well, isn't this a surprise. My two sons have come to visit. I am almost through here and then I will stop by at the banquet briefly." Bardock greeted them, not taking his eyes off the schematics he was looking at.
"Father, do you know where Vegeta and Bulma might have gone?" Kakarott asked. He didn't have a clue where they were, but he knew something had been up this morning.
"I do not. Why? What has happened?" Bardock asked, frowning and setting his paperwork aside.
"We don't know. But Zarbon was found beaten to death in a room down the hall from the banquet room and both Bulma and Vegeta are nowhere to be found. The King and probably Lord Frieza think Vegeta did it." Raditz explained.
"I did see Bulma leaving the banquet hall with Zarbon a while before this commotion started." Kakarott said with a frown, recalling the evening's events. "Vegeta brought her out and they were talking with Lord Frieza and then she left with Zarbon. Vegeta followed. He looked really upset. And neither one of them has been seen again."
"Did you not go talk to Vegeta?" Bardock asked.
"No. I was eating this great new dish that I never had before. I was going to ask Vegeta when he came back, but he never did." Kakarott replied with a shrug.
"Father, I know you know the Prince better than most. Do you know where he has gone?" Raditz asked.
Bardock shook his head. He knew Vegeta's plans were to take Bulma away from the palace to officially make her his mate. However, he didn't know where. All the Prince had said was an "isolated island". That could be anywhere. The planet was full of small isolated islands. "I do not." He replied, not divulging any information not even to his sons. The less they knew, the better.
"Well, we need to find him and warn him. He might be in a lot of trouble." Kakarott said. "I hope Bulma is ok. Zarbon must have tried to hurt her."
"If I know Zarbon, he probably tried to do more than just hurt her." Raditz commented. "I'm sure he deserved every bit of whatever Vegeta did to him. Small loss."
Bardock nodded. He could only imagine. "And no one knows exactly what happened or why, only that Zarbon is dead and both Vegeta and Bulma are gone."
"That's right. The King yelled at everyone to search for them both and bring them back here. Frieza sent the whole Ginyu Force out as well to go find them." Kakarott said.
"This is a mess." Bardock said. "Has anyone tried to contact him through his scouter?"
"I don't know." Kakarott shrugged.
"Alright. I will go and see what I can find out from the King. Raditz go and see if you can find them. Kakarott, you have access to Prince Vegeta's ship?" Bardock asked.
"Yea. I have an access key. Why?"
"Ready it for departure. Just in case." Bardock said, getting ready to leave the lab.
"But they can't just leave." Raditz said looking at his father as if he were insane. "Look, I know the Prince is hot and heavy over this girl. I don't blame him, she's hot. I totally get it. But he wouldn't throw everything away and leave with her."
Kakarott smirked. He hadn't had much time to talk with the Prince over the past few days, but he knew that whatever feelings he did harbor for Bulma ran deep. He knew something was up this morning. He had wanted to ask Bulma but figured he would find out all on his own. He suspected Vegeta might be taking her as a mate soon. He wasn't that dumb. He knew it had been Vegeta that had marked her on her lip last week and that she hadn't fallen and bit it as she had said. And why else would she have been in a hurry to get a contraceptive shot this morning?
"He would?" Raditz asked dumbfounded, looking at his brother. "Shit. I mean I get it, she's his property and no one should touch what isn't theirs without permission. He was protecting what was his. No one's going to blame him. Hell, half the soldiers out there have been victim to Zarbon and his antics. He treats us all like we're filth under his boot. Everyone knows Vegeta took the brunt of it back in the day; the beatings and humiliations. No one will be sorry he did it whatever the reason. It was long overdue. But to leave with the girl? That's a bad plan."
"The King is already suspicious that he is developing affections for her." Kakarott said. "If he did this because Zarbon overstepped, the King will do away with her. You don't know her, Raditz. She's a good girl and she's smart. She doesn't deserve that. I'll help get things ready for him if it comes to that. It'll complicate everything, but I understand. I'm in."
"Alright." Raditz said, shaking his head. "Let me find Nappa. We'll try to find him before Ginyu and his thugs do. Warn him and the Girl."
Bardock nodded. He wanted to see what had happened, talk to the King. Maybe find out where his head was at. He could not believe how wrong things had gone so fast. He wished he knew where to find them. He would go down there himself and warn them. He almost hoped they decided to lay low for a few days.
The three went their separate ways. Bardock headed down the halls and made his way to the office room at the end of the hall near the banquet room. He walked in and looked at the mess and shook his head. It was a mess indeed; even by Saiyan standards. Vegeta had butchered him up good. He could only imagine what must have happened for Vegeta to have lost it like that. He hoped Bulma was alright.
He was turning to walk out when he noticed Bulma's ipod on one of the tables off to the side. He took it and put it in his pocket and went to see the King in the banquet room.
"Your Highness." He greeted.
"Bardock." The King replied.
"What has happened? I have heard a few rumors."
"Do you know where my son and that blue-haired trollop of his would happen to be?" the King asked.
"I do not." Bardock said, shaking his head and grabbing a glass of wine for himself.
"This is serious Bardock. If you know anything, it would be to your great detriment to withhold any useful information pertaining to those two." The King said. "That boy will be the death of me."
"I am sure he'll turn up. What happened, anyway?" Bardock asked, wanting to get as much information as he could.
The King refilled both their glasses and retold the story. At which Bardock shook his head. He didn't blame Vegeta. He was only looking after what was his; just as he had originally expected. However, this was very bad. He would have to help him get Bulma off of Vegeta-sei until this whole thing blew over. The King was completely convinced this was all her fault.
"I am to understand that My son has sold her to you?" the King asked, looking suspiciously at Bardock.
"He did, my King. My mate would appreciate the help around the house." Bardock replied, not missing a beat.
"I see. See to it that you keep your eye on her and that my son has absolutely no contact with her whatsoever while he is gone. I expect you to dispose of her before his return. I do not care if you sell her or take her out back and blast her. If you cannot follow through on this, I will see to it myself." The King said looking intently at the older Saiyan.
"Why not rid of him of her now?" Lord Frieza said. The Lizard Lord had been silent since they had returned to the banquet room. He had been weighing out different scenarios in his head.
"What did you have in mind, my Lord?" The King asked.
"It's clear the young Prince has something for her. I am not overly upset about Zarbon's demise. If he could not defend himself from Vegeta, then I do not want him at my right hand. I had begun grooming Vegeta for that position years ago. It was only a matter of time before this happened. However, this girl has seemed to have impaired his judgment and I cannot have that." Frieza said, then took a long sip from his wine. "I will do away with the girl; take her out of the equation. Teach him that having such petty attachments are nothing more than a waste of time. I need him focused on his job. Not pining away over some girl."
"How are you going to do that?" the King asked.
"Leave that to me. It will be done once they return." Frieza said calmly. "And they Young Prince will see the error in his ways."
"You have my permission to do as you wish, my Lord." The King replied.
Bardock's heart sank. He had to do something. He was thankful he had had the foresight to get his son to prepare Vegeta's ship just in case. He had a bad feeling something like this would happen.
"I do apologize if this puts a kink in your plans, Bardock." Frieza said looking pointedly at him.
"Not at all. I will acquire a different slave to assist my mate." Bardock said nonchalantly, deciding to not take leave until he had finished his wine. He did not want to raise any more suspicion. He could tell the King knew he knew something of Vegeta's whereabouts. Fortunately for him, he could honestly say he had no idea where he was because he really didn't know.
Bardock finished his wine and decided to take his leave.
"If you hear about or happen to run into either of them, you will notify me, Bardock." The King said, watching the older Saiyan get up to leave.
"Of course, your Highness." Bardock nodded and left.
"Can he be trusted?" Frieza asked the King, watching Bardock leave.
"I do not know. I know my Son holds him in high regard; something as a confidante of some sort. I do believe him when he says he does not know where they are, however I do know he knows more than he has let on. If I know Bardock, he will lay low and not want anything to do with any of this. Bardock usually remains neutral in most issues."
"Interesting. Let's hope you are right." Frieza said. "Well, I am going to retire for the evening. Send someone for me should the Prince and his whore be located. Otherwise, we will meet early tomorrow morning in your throne room and await his return."
"I will do that, my Lord. Again I apologize for this outrage." The King said.
"No need to apologize, my dear King. I quite like surprises." Frieza cackled. "It will all be set straight. You'll see."
Lord Frieza made his way out of the banquet room and down the halls of the palace and back to his personal quarters on his ship. This had most certainly been an interesting turn of events this evening.
The Prince was obviously much more attached to this girl than he had let on. He had known that Vegeta hadn't been truthful with regards to her. That Vegeta thought he was free to give his affections out to anyone was laughable.
Frieza would take great joy in ending the blue-haired girl's life right in front of him. Maybe then Vegeta would understand that he belonged to him and only him.
Meanwhile…
Bardock headed back to his lab and found Kakarott there waiting.
"Did you do it?" he asked his son.
"Yea. There wasn't much to do, but I was able to smuggle some food supplies thanks to Bulma's capsules. Everyone is focused on everything that's going on; no one even gave me a second look. Who knows, maybe they thought I was searching the ship for them." Kakarott shrugged.
"Good. They're going to need that ship. You go with them. Things are going to get real bad. Frieza and the King have plotted to kill Bulma as soon as they get back." Bardock explained. "We need to find them before anyone else does and at the very least, get her on that ship. Vegeta can always find a way to meet up with you guys later on."
"Why would they plot that? Honestly, no one is even looking very hard for him. As far as they're concerned, Zarbon touched what wasn't his and paid the consequence. The Prince is a hero. Everyone hated Zarbon and Bulma managed to gain everyone on her side last night. They absolutely adore her. I even overheard one of the guys say that if he had seen Zarbon trying to harm the Prince's concubine, they'd have gone after him too."
"That's all fine and good, but the King and Frieza have decided. It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks." Bardock said. "We have to find them. Did you try Vegeta on his scouter?"
"Yea. I tried. He either shut it off or doesn't have it with him. He obviously doesn't want to be found."
Bardock sighed, not knowing if he should tell his son or not. The less he knew, the better, but under the circumstances, he wasn't sure what else to do. Maybe Kakarott was the only other person aside from Vegeta who knew where to look for this island. "Look, what I am about to say must stay between us. Vegeta told me this morning he was planning on officially taking Bulma as his mate tonight. He mentioned that he had purchased an isolated island when he was first discharged from Frieza's service. That's where he was taking her. That's probably where they are. Do you have any idea where that would be?"
Kakarott frowned and scratched his head. "No. I didn't even know he bought an island. Good for him! He and Bulma should be happy there!"
"Focus!" Bardock snapped at him. "Now's not the time to throw a party. This is serious. We need to find them and get Bulma on that ship. I will go search, you maybe wait in the Prince's quarters. He will most likely take her there first before dealing with his father and Lord Frieza. I have my scouter. Contact me the moment you hear of anything."
"I will. You too!" Kakarott said, leaving the lab and heading down to Vegeta's personal quarters. Despite everything, he was really happy that his Prince had finally admitted his feelings for Bulma. She was great for him. If they could escape this mess, he had no doubt they would be fine.
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