Meant to Be

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Chapter Three: Destinies Shattered (part I)


The ship was exactly as Vegeta remembered it. Cold, dark, humid and everywhere he looked he could see the rotten decadence of the place. He could smell it, feel it in the air.
They were unannounced, uninterrupted as they made their way to the Lord of horrors and nightmares’ throne room. The past two days had been something taken out of a cheap novel. But still he could not get his mind off the woman...The way she walks, talk, smell and... taste… How did she get so deep into his soul in such a short time? How did she get into his soul at all? The way she did not fear him like everyone else, something he had only found in Kakarotto but Vegeta knew the moron was too simple minded to fear him, but the woman, such fire. Why… Why had she done this to him? Why had she come to the announcement with him? …Raditz... The brother of the only being he could call a friend. The man he had seen around Chivaa the previous morning. What was it about the first class and his women? Hmph...And to think he almost killed the warrior out of jealously, out of… Pain? He almost sank as low as to degrade himself in front of his people, the people whom looked up to him... for a woman…a slave.

Vegeta knew she wanted him. It had been very clear from their “encounter.” So why? Some things were better left unanswered. This cheap chapter of his life was closed forever. He will forget the woman in a few days and be back to be the ruthless killer he has always been.

Now walking down these cold corridors a new reality slowly sank in on him. He will relive his nightmares once more. Vegeta was thankful for having Kakarotto by his side. Ultimately he was the only one he could always count on.

“Hey Vegeta what was that all about?” The said warrior broke the silence first.

“I do not want to talk about it.” How dense could he be sometimes? Not even fearing his prince’s wrath for such presumption.

“I didn’t know Raditz and Bulma were friends?”

“Kakarotto... I said I do not want to talk about this. That means you talking about it as well, we have far more important things to discuss other than some whore and your brother.” He snorted hoping the idiot got the point. How was he supposed to forget her if he kept on talking about her?

“What do you think things will be like now?” Kakarotto suddenly got deadly serious, in that quicksilver way of his that never ceased to amaze the prince.

“I do not know,” Vegeta paused facing the taller man, “but whatever it is remember our ultimate goal,” he looked at the younger man for what seemed a long time and reassumed his pace.

“Someday it’ll happen, I just know it Vegeta.”

“And when it does…” Vegeta stopped himself knowing full well the other man understood. They finally came to the doors of hell itself. He sighted and pushed open them without further thought.


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“What the fuck is wrong with you girl?! Toma shouted while pacing back and forth, stopping only to yell at her some more. “You could have gotten yourself and Raditz killed.” They had come back from the announcement promptly after the incident with Vegeta. Of course of all the things that could have gone wrong the one she was praying not to did. Now Chivaa wouldn’t look at her in the eye, Toma reawantwanted to kill her and Raditz was getting the beating of his life out in the desert by Bardock. It had not been her idea to go. But of course nobody believed that.

“I’m so fucking surprised the prince didn’t really kill that fool,” Toma kept on raving. “He should have. The mother-fucking piece of…”

“Don’t say that Toma. I’m sure they have an explanation for what they did.” Chivaa interrupted her father’s well-chosen string of words.

“Hmph... I really want to hear that!”

“Not now, we are all tired and stressed. Let’s go to bed and sort this in the morning,” Chivaa added.

“Hopefully the prince won’t come back for round two.”

“He won’t,” Bulma said in a small whisper to no one in particular.

“How do you know?” Toma was mad at her to no end, and he was right, she had not thought of the consequences of her actions. But all she had wanted was to see him one more time. And she had seen him... hadn’t she? … “He was called back to serve ord Frd Freeza’s ship, he and Kakarotto were supposed to leave tomorrow... but I think they already left” Bulma felt pain, pain that the last thing he said... no... the last thing he thought was that she was a whore. Did he really think that after what they had shared? That she would go and be with Raditz. Which lead her to her next string of thoughts... Vegeta had not dumped her like a dirty sock. He had not gotten up and left never to see her again. And she had hurt him. She saw it in those bottomless onyx eyes that she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in.

“What did you say!?” Chivaa looked at her for the first time since they left the palace.

“That they were called back to Lord Freeza’s” Bulma words came out weak

“Who told you that?” Chivaa was now gripping her shoulders painfully.

“Kakarotto did... when he brought me back from Vegeta’s room”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chivaa demanded her grip getting even tighter.

“He asked me not to.” Chivaa looked at her for a long time and just threw her to the other end of the room, then gave her a look that Bulma would give everything she was not to see again.

“How selfish can you be!?” Chivaa roared, “of all the things we had commanded you NOT to do, you choose to listen to someone you hardly know and on the most important thing ever to cross your ears.”
The tall Saiyan woman was now shaking uncontrollably, Toma came to her to try and calm her down but Chivaa pushed him aside. “You will learn your place once and for all.” Chivaa came to her and slapped her so hard across the face that Bulma thought her cheekbones actually shattered. She slapped her again and again and she didn’t even have the strength nor will to fight. Toma grabbed his daughter’s arms and forced her to be still.

“Calm down Chivaa,” he yelled between her sobs, Soothing her hair. Never had he seen his daughter like this. He wished he could turn back time and erase the prince out of their lives completely.

There was no getting out of this; Bulma had never seen Chivaa this way. She knew now that her friend was very much interested on Raditz’ brother and not Vegeta, but it didn’t matter anymore. Vegeta thought her a whore and he was gone now, so she’ll never have the chance to explain. Her face was throbbing from the slaps, blood ran down her nose, but she didn’t care. All she could t of of was that after this Chivaa will no longer be her friend. Hell, they might even get rid of her or worst yet... kill her.
All for a man that did not give a crap about any of them... But he did seem to have gotten very jealous of Raditz, or maybe it was pride. Who knew, Vegeta no Ouji was so complex, not that it mattered anyway.

Chivaa had stopped crying and was now looking at her as if considering what was to be done. Toma was sitting on one the chairs in the room, deep in thought. Bulma didn’t care what happened anymore as long as she had her baby. Her baby, Bulma began crying again at the thought that she might not be able to have it, much less keep it. But Raditz said he would help her, but then again he had said Chivaa would help her too.

“Bulma,” Chivaa called in a stern voice. She looked up from the spot on the floor she had been staring. “Go to the slaves’ wing, you will stay there until I decide what to do with you.” Bulma got up slowly and made her way to it, she knew very well where it was.

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As Bulma made her way she was greeted by the mocking and angry stares of the other slaves. She had no doubts they knew exactly what was going on and so they were not sympathetic at all. Just the thought of seeing her humbled made more than a few of them smile. She took a cot at the end of the room and sat down. A slender woman came to her mockingly imitating the way she walked, ever exp exploded in laughter, Bulma wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and just burry herself in it.

“So... the princess finally fell from grace eh?” it was not really a question more like a cruel remark “What did you do, Stole the mistress man or something?” and they all laughed once more. She just sat there trying her best to ignore them until a hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. “When I talk to you, you listen.” She looked up just in time to see one of the girls that always gave her an attitude; vaguely she recalled having sent her to be lashed a few times. So this was payback, this is what her life will be from now on. How ironic, one moment she was on the Saiyajin-no Ouji’s bed and the next she was being manhandled by a bitter slave that thought she would take it without a fight. At that thought something in her snapped, weather it was the girl’s words or the laughter that still rang in her ears, she did not know, but Bulma Briefs was a winner, always has and always will, this was a minor set back, she’ll come through it like always.
Her hand flew ts ots own accord and connected to the girl’s jaw, the girl fell backwards and Bulma gave her no chance to recover and was on her like a hawk, all of her pain and anger from the past two days coming to the surface, to claim blood. The girl didn’t have a fighting chance, as Bulma’s small clenched hands drove onto the slave’s face again and again almost Saiyan like. Bulma felt a hand grabbing her, trying to pry her from her prey, but no... she was not done, no way near done. She would show them respect; she would show them that even if she was not above them anymore she was still a force to be reckoned with. The blue haired Chikyuu-jin poised her legs tighter around the screaming woman’s waist and kept pounding at her without abandon.
Until two huge and strong hands took her by the shoulders. Removing her from the only consolation she had found so far.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re going to kill her!” She found herself staring at Raditz’s face. “You sure can mark your territory.” he chuckled letting her stand on her own not giving the hurt moaning woman lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood a second thought. “If your prince could see you now, he would be so turned on... I know I am.” and he gave her one of those smirks that reminded her of Vegeta so much.

“Raditz,” she said startled and ignoring his comment, a few gasps from the slaves at her lack of respect toward the powerful Saiyan could be heard “I thought you were in the desert with your father.” She continued, looking around at the frightened faces in the room.

“I was,” he answered leading her by the arm towards the door.

“What happened?”

“Never mind that. What happened to you... and why are you here?”

“You haven’t talk to Chivaa?” She asked eying him and stopping in front of the door, “If you have not then I must stay here,” she said letting go of his hand.

“No one is home. I just happened here because I heard the screams”

“Chivaa put me here and told me to stay until she said otherwise. With all that has happened I do not intend to anger her further.”

“Hmph... I don’t know what can she possibly accomplish with this, but do what you will. I’ll speak to her”

“Thanks, but I don’t think that will help”

“Fine” he opened the door “Stay well and do not kill anyone until I can get you” She gave him a weak smile and kissed his cheek; she heard a few small gasps from the slaves but paid no heed to them. “Thanks I’ll try” and then she went back to her cot. The woman had already been removed from the floor but the blood remained. Raditz stood there watching her. “Be well woman” and he was gone. She turned to stare at the spot he had just stood on, the ache in her heart returning full-blown... he had just sounded like…


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“Do any of you care to explain what happened here tonight?” The king asked the two kneeling in front of him. “I’d ask the brat but he is gone” He said turning to Nappa whom only shrugged and shook his head. Toma could feel his daughter’s hesitation, they had been called shortly after getting back from the announcement, and he was not about to lose her, or his own life protecting the king’s asshole of a son’s honor.

“He had a little episode with one of my slaves” Toma responded nonchalant

“What do you mean by “episode”” The king thundered and Toma felt Chivaa’s hand squeezing his arm in disapproval. He was glad to see that her anger was winding down.

“I am not sure your majesty. I’ve only returned this morning, perhaps my daughter can answer that question” The king turned to her waiting. Chivaa sighted and hoped for the best.

“He had taken an interest on my personal teacher” She felt her father’s eyes on her, but she didn’t see Bulma as a slave and she knew the King would not believe his son would be obsessed with one, “But she already have someone she is involved with and this did not sit well with Vegeta-Ouji” She ended, feeling her father’s eyes bulging out.

“Teacher?” The king asked. “What kind of teacher? I did not know you had a Saiyan teacher”

“She is not Saiyan your majesty”

“What is she then?”

“My father brought her from Chikyuu to teach me everything she knows; she was a scientist on her home-world”

“Scientist... What is she teaching you... what kind of science does she know?”

“She can build anything from household appliances to weapons”

“Weapons?” The king refused to believe that his brat would make such a fool of himself just to get in some woman’s pants, but this made so much sense now, if she could truly build weapons then that meant the brat was plotting something against Freeza. Yes there was hope for him after all... thought the Ou.

“Yes her father owned Chikyuu’s largest and most advanced manufacturer of weapons in the entire planet. Father was also going to bring him but he died before they could capture him” Chivaa couldn’t believe the king was buying all this, well it was true that Bulma was her teacher but the prince had not known that, she took advantage of her momentum and added. “Why just this morning she was telling me that if given the proper equipment and materials we could build regen tanks for every Saiyan household, the prince had allowed her to trace blue prints from his own personal one” Toma coughed and she could not help but smile, things were looking pretty bright from here on.

“She could do that?” The king asked amazed, rarely the Vegetas let their emotions known, but she saw if only for a second something that resembled very much like hope.
“Can she build ships equipped with weapons? He asked, there was a glitter in his eyes that almost made him look like a child.

“I’m not sure but given time and resources I’m sure she could”

“Well then, you must bring her to me, I need to asker her exactly what she can do for us”

“Most assuredly your majesty” Chivaa bowed lower and got up to leave, her father did the same “You do realize what would mean if what you say proved to be not accurate” She did not needed him to elaborate on it. “Yes your majesty do not worry she can most certainly help somehow”

“Whom is she involved with” Nappa asked rather casually, she was hoping the king objected somehow. He did not.

“Raditz” She answered, he owed her big time and he had said he would take responsibility until… Oh gods... The child! How could she have forgotten about that? Now the king wanted to see Bulma and he would know the moment she came in the room. She heard Nappa made some sort of comment on it; she paid no mind, all she could think of was how were they going to get out of this one.

“Hmph... I should have known” Nappa said

“Enough of this” Vegeta-no Ou interrupted. “Have her here in the morrow after my training session and I’ll see for myself what she’s all about. Now leave and not a word about this to anyone”

“Of course” They both said in unison and exited leaving a hopeful king and a glaring warrior behind”

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“What do you make of this Nappa?”

“That it sounds too good to be true”

“I don’t think they would lie, they know damn well is their lives on the line”

“It is amazing what people would do for a few hours of peace”

“Let’s hope you are wrong. For all of our sakes, let’s hope you are wrong”


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“How in the seven hells are you going to pull this!?” Toma was furious; he could do nothing more than to listen to his daughter telling the king that Bulma was their next messiah.

“Toma nothing of what I said is a lie. I just chose to leave the prince’s indiscretion out of it. For Bulma’s sake”

“For Bulma’s sake!” He almost choked the words, “She has been nothing but trouble and you know it. You should have told the king the truth and be done with it” He did not know why he even tried; he knew Chivaa and knew perfectly well that she would not allow any harm to come to her. Gods she was so much like her mother.

“And what’s more, have you thought abut “that” little problem “ He continued.

“Yes that is why I said that she is involved with Raditz”

“Hopefully he won’t back out. You know he’ll be a laughing stock when is known”

“He owes me Toma… better he tVegeVegeta Ouji” Chivaa sighted

“And why is that? People should know the bastard cannot even control his own seed let alone our kingdom”

“Toma, enough of this... Let’s just be thankful that everything is working out.”

“Whatever you say.” Toma hmphed

“I’m tired let’s go home. This has been the longest day of my life” Chivaa quickened her pace to their transport, all of a sudden she just wanted to be home, she needed the rest and to think on what to do next, if Bulma cooperated they would be just fine. The idea of bringing her to the science division had been brought up before. Bardock had seen her at work and like he said, “Is a waste of talent having her here combing your hair” She smiled at the remembrance. Well Bar-kun your wishes are soon to come true she thought distantly… Kakarotto, his face crept its way to her thoughts and she realized that she didn’t care that the prince was gone, she was even glad, but Kakarotto…Goku, she knew she’ll miss him. Would he feel the same for me? She wondered.

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“Well, well, well. My Ouji-chan has decided to grace us with his presence a bit early eh Zarbon-chan” The monster said as they walked towards his throne to kneel their feigned respects. As he sat, his eyes were on Vegeta, watching his every move, he had known before of his sick perverted attraction, never thought much of it. But now as the abomination’s eyes roamed all over his body, he came painfully aware why he had been called back. The fucking lizard was probably tired of Zarbon. Fear, fear and repulsion such as he’d never known before made its way to his black heart. He would die before he let Freeza lay one filthy finger on him. Yes he would kill himself, as degrading as that would be; it would be nothing in comparison to the lizard’s filthy hands on him.

“Freeza-Sama” both Vegeta and Kakarotto said as they knelt in front of the monster’s throne.

“I see you party was not very good if it couldn’t keep you interested.” Freeza said twirling his glass.

“It served its purpose.” The Ouji retuned nonchalant.

Freeza looked at him for what seemed an eternity, taking a sip of his wine he got up and walked the distance between them slowly, so very fucking slowly! The hairs on his tail were standing on end in anticipation of the danger approaching. Freeza kept on walking only this time was around him, inspecting him. His nerves were threatening to give way to the overwhelming desire to pound the bastard to the floor and make him kiss his boots.
So engrossed on his fantasy he was that he did not feel the monster taking his tail until it was securely in his grasp, he felt sickened, the last time he had His tail touched... the most sacred part of his body had been two days ago by the woman. He heard a small gasp from Kakarotto and an amused chuckle from Zarbon. He felt so nauseous that if the lizard did not let go he would vomit on the spot.

“Say... some time ago while disciplining a soldier that went out of line I came across a wonderful and very curious discovery,” Freeza said still walking in a circle holding his tail, bringing it around him in the opposite direction. “He was a Saiyan soldier. Wasn’t he Zarbon-chan?” The bluish man only chuckled. Freeza kept the mockery in his voice.

“And do you know what I discover Vegeta-chan? The lizard had stopped and was now facing him, his nose almost touching his, his tail still in his demonic hand. Vegeta only shook his head no, his voice having deserted him some time ago, then he felt an ever so gentle pull that almost brought him to his knees from the intensity of it. It felt somewhere between pleasure and pain. Fuck! He remembered how he had felt when the woman had touched his tail, it had felt like nothing he had ever experienced before, pleasure as no one had been able to give him. It was common knowledge that it was a sensitive spot, it was even believed to be the core of their bodies, it was even said that if a warrior lost it they would die or go mad. But he had never known that it could be a pleasure spot as well. Gods! When the woman stroked it he had almost passed out from pleasure. Now this sick fuck had found out and was using it to humiliate him Fuck! How he hated him. He’s got to become stronger... stronger... he’s got to reach his limit and go beyond it. He’s got to become Super Saiyan.

“Look Zarbon-chan I think he likes it.” The cold abomination chuckled and continued with his gentle ministrations to the furry appendage. By now he was almost doubling over, gasping moaning against his strong will, against his reason and better judgment. He could see the bastard’s arousal staring at him in the face. His forehead came involuntarily to rest on the monster’s shoulder, while his shaking hands were trying desperately to remove the invading digits to no avail. He coulel Kel Kakarotto in the background getting ready to act; he felt his guard’s agitated Ki and silently commanded him not to move a muscle with the little reason he had left. “Don’t do anything foolish,” His silent voice sounded so alien to even himself. The monster’s other hand came around to stroke the base of his tail and at this he could not stop the groan that escaped deep from within his throat and the purring that shamelessly made itself known for the world to hear, burring his head deeper still on the fuck’s shoulder guessing vaguely that his fucking tail didn’t care who was petting it. He decided would cut the fucking thing just to prevent this from happening again, to hell with, it if he was lucky maybe he would die or go mad.

“I think he really like it.” Freeza breathed out sounding very aroused himself. Zarbon looked on fascinated and Kakarotto was growling menacingly. The stroking went on for a few more minutes of gasping and moaning on Vegeta’s part and breathing very raggedly on Freeza’s.

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Zarbon had never seen his master like this, usually sex with him was cold and emotionless, but now the ice king was almost to the point of orgasm just by touching the monkey’s tail and hearing his very sexual and sensual protestations. These creatures were truly amazing he thought. His master’s own tail was rocking back and forth the way it only does when he is watching someone being tortured, in a happy contentment he rarely saw. This poor monkey had no idea what he was in for.

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What the fuck is this monster doing to Vegeta? Goku thought. And why was he enjoying it so much? Kakarotto was at a loss. He’s been watching this go on for several minutes when he thought that enough was enough, but then Vegeta stopped him telling him no to do anything foolish. Foolish was what he was witnessing, Vegeta was almost coming at the monster’s hands, and he could do nothing but watch, unable to help his friend. God this was going to be worst than he thought, if Freeza had a thing for Vegeta this would be hell for the Ouji. He looked on wishing he could do something for his prince.

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How erotic to have Ouji-chan at his mercy, Freeza had only sought to humiliate him and humble him, to crush the overly big ego the beautiful monkey prince had, but now with him almost writhing in pleasure, making the sounds he had yearn to hear from him ever since he first saw the Saiyan prince some ten years ago, was too much for his senses to bear. He knew he was showing more emotion than he cared to, but he didn’t care at the moment he wanted to see this to the end. Maybe after this it would be easier to gain the prince’s affections. Why he cared was beyond him but he knew that he would not make the same mistake he made with Zarbon.
He would savor this small victory for nights to come. Damn he should have told Zarbon to record this. It would have been the perfect lullaby to lure him to sleep every night. Oh well, it was time to end it, if it continued like this he would most assuredly take him to his quarter’s and humiliate him in the most pleasurable way... and thas eas exactly where he had gone wrong with Zarbon, he would wait for the prince to come willingly...even if that took years.

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How long was this sick fuck going to continue this? his legs were giving out and he couldn’t stop the purring from escaping his lips. This was to fucking much; Vegeta could no longer form coherent thoughts in his head. The strength on his legs was long gone, so he couldn’t even clock the sick lizard in the gut. All he could do was just wait, wait and see where the monster would take him. This was only good to show him how weak he really was, that he, the Saiyan-jin no Ouji could do nothing more than submit to the pleasure this sick bastard’s hands were giving him. Suddenly he felt the lizard’s hand leave his tail. Good he got tired of this; he thought only to feel it again, this time on the most private part of his anatomy. He arched his back as the hand on the base of his tail quickened its pace while the hand on his painy ary aroused member gave him long maddening slow strokes.

“Well, well, well Vegeta-sama,” said the monster in a mocking manner, his voice nothing more than a ragged whisper in his ear. “I knew monkeys had it big... but you never cease to amaze me.” Vegeta could only shake his head no from side to side on the lizard’s shoulder whispering almost out of breath, “no, no, no…” When something snapped and his body went into a fit of spasms as his orgasm ran all over his body. He didcarecare anymore as the roar that left his mouth rung in the room making its occupants gasp, and the demon chuckle in delight. His legs did give way this time, making him fall on his knees in front of the Devil himself.

This was hell, it had to be, somewhere along the line he died and came to it and this is what the rest of his existence was going to be like.

“I
“I trust that was welcome enough,” said the devil, exerting enough control to sound almost amused. The prince was staring at the floor, disbelief and denial his only thoughts.
Freeza signaled, and two guards came in the room.

“Take this gentleman to their quarters and make sure the Saiyajin no-Ouji get Dodoria’s rank uniform, his companion can get whatever his prince wish him to. “ With this Freeza waved his dismissal and stood looking at Zarbon.

The guard approached to take the Saiyan prince, as he clearly seemed unable to walk on his own, although he had no wounds to be seen. It must be some sort of new torture The Lord came up with. The guard felt almost sorry for him. As he leaned down to take the man and carry him to his room, the other Saiyan bared his teeth at him and defied him to touch him.

“Touch him and you’re dead.” Kakarotto said carefully taking Vegeta and slinging him over his shoulder, motioning for the guard to lead the way. They exited, the guards bowing low to their Lord and Kakarotto not even looking at them. Zarbon was about to do something in protest but was stopped by a very coldd ond on his shoulder.


“Leave it,” said Freeza waiting for them to be out of sight, he turned to his vassal and pulled him to him. “I want you here where the smell is the strongest.” with this said he pushed the taller man to the floor roughly. Zarbon didn’t mind it at all this time; the little display had turned him on indeed…


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“Kakarotto” Vegeta said after a long time, the third class didn’t even know the prince was conscious, he had just let himself being carried like a log around the ship not saying anything, barely breathing. It actually startled him to hear him talk.

“Yes Ouji-Sama”

“On pain of your life you will not repeat this.” the prince whispered in despair

“Vegeta...” Kakarotto shook his head “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”


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“How is Chivaa going to convince Bulma to build anything for the king?” Raditz asked amused at the crazy story Toma had just told him; they were at the training grounds.
Bardock was at Chivaa’s talking to Bulma about this crazy idea of theirs. He wanted to be there as well but he had been neglecting his training enough and thought that Chivaa might still be mad at him. Toma certainly was and showed him how mad he was in their training, being so ruthless that even he, as strong as he was had a hard time keeping up.

“She has no choice, is either that or death,” Toma said looking strangely serious, “But this is not what I wanted to talk to you about Raditz.” Indeed Raditz was a little curious, since Toma had been the one to come to meet him during his training and said he needed to talk to him right before the elite started to pound him mercilessly. He was getting a lot of those receptions lately. By his own Father, Nappa just this morning, and now Chivaa’s father, at this rate she would probably beat him on sight as well. Raditz smirked liking very much the sound of that.

“Raditz!” Toma’s voice brought him back from the cloud he had been wandering on.

“What is it then?” the first class warrior asked.

“Chivaa told the King that Bulma was her teacher and that you are involved with her.” Toma turned to look at the other warriors train while feeling his best friend’s brat eyes on him.

“Why would the king care?” Of all the questions the brat could have asked he chose the most meaningless one. Toma turned back to look at him in the eye. “Do you know what it means?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t mind then?”

“Why would I?”

“Because the King and everyone else will think her brat is yours.” He searched Raditz face, it was unreadable as always. Toma was mad at him but he knew Raditz did not deserve this. Bardock’s brat would be the laughing stock of the entire planet, and in every Saiyan post off world. Toma looked on to see if the words were sinking in but Raditz continue to hold his gaze.

“You owe me then.” Was all Raditz said to the older man, making his way to the showers.

“Raditz, you don’t have to do this.” He tried one more time hoping the brat would come to his senses.

“I said I would and I will.” came the reply from the tall longhaired man as he walked never looking back.


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A/N: Next chappy, the king’s meeting and a much unexpected move... will be re- posted soon.
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