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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters from it.
A/N - I MET S SAS SABAT
TODAY! He's the guy who does Vegeta voice!!!! (I actually met Chris
taken to be written!)
Oh yes, I believe that the
review left by 'Reviewer' did require an author response - by the way, whoever
you are, you cold have told me your real pen name, I'm not going to go
haven't read the original Don Juan, the Italian play? DJ does several horrible
things in that play with women; he is seductive, but it's in a bad way…I was
trying to be ironic with that comment. DJ uses women for pleasure. I would
defend their characters…but I figure as the fic progresses you'll understand
why they both slip and out of character. Everything in this fic that seems out
of place now will come into play later…I hope >.< I've already changed my
plotline twice!
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The gloomy hallway seemed to billow with shadows as the saiyan
prince took measured steps towards his foe. All his rage, frustration and
embarrassment boiled furiously inside of him, tossing and churning in his
stomach as it ate into his very soul. He wanted to make Brolly hurt, he wanted
to make him hurt as much as he was hug rig right now.
His eyes glowing with rage, Vegeta approached Brolly in a
deceptively casual sauntering gait, betraying little of his pent up rage and
frustration. His mind was swirling with all the new pressures that life had
thrust upon him - becoming king, his engagement to Ilandra, losing his
favourite consort and the discovery that this low level freak of nature
was a super saiyan!
A ferocious snarl crept across Vegeta's mouth and a growl trickled
from his throat. Brolly was watching him approach with apprehension and Vegeta
took some pleasure knowing that the his more powerful
adversary clearly wanted to flee from the situation but was unable to - his saiyan
pride wouldn't allow him to turn his back on his king.
"Prin…King Vegeta." Brolly greeted him with his
unofficial royal title and lowered his head ever so slightly, clearly reluctant
to take his eyes off of him. He straightened to his full height and sighed ever
so slightly. "I believe I know why you've sought me out…"
"Be quiet!" Vegeta hissed, his voice silencing Brolly as
it slashed through the air. He glared viciously at the saiyan guard in front of
him and curled hinds nds into fists. "I don't understand why my father
didn't have you killed…"
"If you'd let me explain…" Brolly tried to interrupt but
quickly shut his mouth with an audible snap as Vegeta fastened ebony eyes
seething with hatred on him.
"Oh don't worry, I intend to hear
your explanation." He crossed his arms against his chest and took another
step towahim.him. "I want to know why you and my father felt the need to
hide your super saiyan status from me!"
As Vegeta ranted the tip of his tail began to twitch and his voice
grew steadily shriller. "I also wish to know why you remained loyal to my
father when you have enough power to easily have defeated him in battle! I want
you to explain to me why I shouldn't fear you trying to steal the throne from
me and most of all, I want to know why you failed to
warn me about Ilandra when you knew she was working with Frieza!"
Vegeta let his arms drop to his sides, his confidence boosted by the looked of
trepidation on Brolly's face as he watched him intently.
"You have to understand, Vegeta, it was you're father who
insisted on all of the secrecy. I wanted to warn you but your father insisted
on keeping you in the dark - truthfully I think he was ashamed that he had
allowed Ilandra to get so close to him without suspecting she had ulterior
motives." Brolly swallowed and prayed that Vegeta wouldn't force him to
defend himself.
He could tell the future king of the saiyan race was spoiling for
a fight, but while he couldn't blame him he didn't want to have to take a
beating and not lift a finger to help himself. The
king had always treated him with respect, but the prince had been raised in
ignorance of his strength and now he, Brolly, was facing the full wrath of a
disgruntled Vegeta.
"What are you saying?"
Vegeta's waspish comment drew Brolly back to the resent and he
reluctantly resumed the conversation. "I'm saying, Vegeta, that your
father was head over heels for Ilandra. Before he discovered that she was a spy
for Frieza he would have given her anything she asked for - in a way he was
more her slave then she his." The legendary super saiyan let out a breath.
"He didn't want you to find out that he was so attached to his whore, I
think he was afraid you'd find him weak."
"Weak?" Vegeta spat the word out in fury. "He falls "What about Bulma?" Brolly resisted the urge to beat "Bulma was nothing to me." The raven-haired royalty The intensity in Vegeta's voice and the fire in his eyes shocked Brolly looked at Vegeta's flushed features with renewed interest, ~*~ Surrounded by a million glowing stars threaded across a velvety Bulma stared at the ceiling listening to the low hum of the Doing her best not to wake Ilandra she slipped off the bed and She glanced dat hat her hands wondering, not for the first time, She let out another sorrowful sigh and tipped her head back, Funny how simple everything had been for her as What would tomorrow bring? Only one thing was for certain and that ~*~ Brolly and Vegeta had moved their conversation from the hallway to "You asked why I haven't taken the throne of Vegeta from you "Yes I did." The prince was perched on the edge of one "The reason is quite simple Vegeta - I'm not a prince. "Because my father had your father killed, perhaps you resent Brolly hid a surprised expression, Vegeta was far more insightful Vegeta opened his mouth to question Brolly further when the door "Oh, there you!" Vegeta ignored the princess as she continued to rabbit on about "Married?" The word dropped from Vegeta's mouth like a "You haven't been told?" Zucchini narrowed her eyes and
for a spawn of Frieza and is afraid I'll think him weak?" He tossed
his head back and laughed. "I don't find the concept weak Brolly, I find
it sickening! If my father were alive I'd have lost all respect for him by now!
Never would you see me becoming so enamored of a
female - especially a slave." The future king scowled. "Slaves are
our plaything, they're our positions, our toys."
He looked up at Brolly, his face darkened by disgust for his father's social
lapse. "You do not fall in love with toys."
some sense into the prince's thick skull. "You seemed more then a little
upset when you learned that she had run away with another woman rather then
stay with you." Brolly knew he was pushing it but he couldn't help it -
Vegeta had so little kedgeedge of what the real world was like!
haughtily tossed his head. "She means no more to me then you do.
Oh, I want her back all right, but not because I'm sentimentally attached to
her. I'm going to find her Brolly and then I'm going to make her pay for even
imagining she could escape from me!"
Brolly. It was becoming clear to him now that the prince's feelings for Bulma
bordered on the obsessive. He had no doubt that Vegeta spoke the truth when he
said she meant nothing to him - but he wanted her nonetheless. Bulma had been
the first person who had been a match for Vegeta mentally,
she'd taken all of his abuse and yet had still managed to keep sane.
seeing for the first time how far removed from reality the future king really
was.
black sky, two pale bodies lay entwined on a bed. A single window cast a
silvered glow on them and their pale skin appeared even more translucent then
ever in the ghostly light. Shadows and light played across their
perfect bodies.
engines of the space ship, contemplating what would happen to her when she
finally met Frieza. Tangled in the blankets next to her was Ilandra, her pale
skin glimmering in the moonlight. Glancing briefly at the Ice-
bed, a thousand different emotions swimming through her mind.
left the darkened room, padding silently out to the main room where she dropped
into a chair and watched the stars pass by. It was strange but she felt empty.
It was as if she had forgotten something or was missing something and she
couldn't quite work out what it was. There was something about her current
situation that didn't seem right - everything seemed so surreal and twisted
that she sure she wanted to be here.
if she'd made a mistake leaving prince Vegeta. Her mind felt like a giant
pendulum - one moment she was glad she was away from him and the next she was
wishing she were back with him! It didn't make se Why Why would she want to
return to that monster? That rapist? That…that
sadistic son of a bitch who had destroyed her life! What was wrong with her?
Was she so screwed up that she didn't realize he was bad for her?
closing her eyes and concentrating on the monotonous strains of the ships
engines. The engines hum was comforting; it reminded Bulma of white noise - now
there was something that was guaranteed to put her straight to sleep! She could
remember as a small girl she would curl up on her mothers lap and watch
television until late into the night. Staying awake was never a problem, not
until all the scheduled shows ended and the television lapsed into the dull
roar that was white noise.
a child. If only she'd had an inkling of what was to come. She would
have made more of her childhood! Gone on more adventures! Spent more time
getting to know her parents and less time getting to know television! Still, it
was easy to wish these things with the clarity of foresight and besides, the
future was far more important then the past.
was that tomorrow she would be meeting Lord Frieza and tomorrow would bring
with it either her freedom or her bondage with yet another master.
the more personal space of Vegeta's quarters. Tension vibrated through the air
and Brolly felt as though he were balancing on a knife-edge, waiting to see
which way Vegeta would push him.
or from your father?" Brolly spoke into the
brittle air, breeching the subject that was clearly on the prince's mind. He
didn't particularly wish to explain himself to Vegeta, but he knew that unless
he gave a satisfactory explanation of his motives for remaining loyal, Vegeta
would likely make life impossible for him on the planet Vegeta.
of his high backed chairs, watching Brolly through suspicious, narrowed eyes.
I was not raised to become kin king as you were. I'm neither qualified nor
capable of ruling your kingdom." Brolly kept his voice bland, only
stressing the word 'your' to make Vegeta feel more secure. "I have
no interest in becoming a king and I don't really want the responsibility or
the pressures that go with it." He met Vegeta's turbulent eyes with his
own. "You're the king Vegeta, I was raised
by your father to be loyal to him to to you - why would I turn my back on what
I've been taught?"
him for that." Vegeta straightened his posture but didn't take his eyes of
the legendary.
then he'd thought - it appeared that as crazy as the prince was he was still
thig log logically at least. "My father was weak. He deserved to
die." Brolly shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. He couldn't remember his
father and felt no attachment to him, if anything he
felt contempt for the man who had sired him.
to his room was flung open and a familiar, willowy figure stalked in. The
prince's eyes narrowed as the silhouette of princess Ilandra was outlined in the
doorway.
Zucchini gushed, starting towards Vegeta with outstretched hands - her long
fingers poised to hook Vegeta with. "I feel simply awful for not being
here to comfort you earlier!"
how hard she'd searched for him and how terribhe fhe felt about his
was obviously false, even Brolly was looking at her with an obvious glare of
distaste on his face. Their eyes met again and a shared look of annoyance
passed between them as Zucchini's voice rose to a nasal shriek, demanding to
know how long it would be before they were married, her
voice imperious.
stone. "What do you mean by married?"
smiled in a distinctly unpleasant manner. "Well Vegeta, it seems that your
royal advisors have voted unanimously that we should be wed as soon as
possible…" Zucchini paused dramatically then continued; sinking her long,
varnished ails into Vegeta's arms. "They want us to produce
~*~
A/N - A bad place to leave
the chapter but I'm in the middle of exams. The real reason I haven't been
updating lately is because of university. I've been too busy to plan my
chapters let alone write them! Forgive me for all the spelling mistakes in this
chapter! I haven't had it beta read!