The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

Hi everyone, I'm redoing this chapter slightly and then posting the next one. This is an AU B/V get together. You will see some differences in personalities, it must be remembered that Kakkorot did not get sent to earth and Frieza did not raise Vegeta. At this moment he is not in the picture, I don't know if he will be in later chapters or not. Keep an open mind and enjoy.

*Update* Disclaimer: It appears I forgot to mention that I do not own DBZ or any of its affiliated characters nor do I own any other characters/books/movies/anime/maga/etc that may be used herein…(sound professional enough?)

On To The Story…

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Screams.

Screams filled the night, cries of horror, pain, sadness, loss, despair.

Women, children, men, all dead. Grieving widows and widowers, children running the streets or walking around aimlessly lost and alone. Others crying or screaming for their mothers and fathers. Blood flowed through the streets and bodies littered them.

The stench of the dead filled the air, like a combination between an outhouse and a slaughterhouse. Fires roared; burning houses, businesses…people.

The sky glowed red night and day, yet none were sure why. The dead and the dying were equal in number.

The Saiyan-Jinn wore blood like masks, their laughter would cut through the night and someone would die. Some people would beg and plead…others would fight. In the end either path was pointless and they would die. The Saiyans killed when they wanted and who ever struck there fancy.

And the teenager running down the street knew this. Why had they come? Simple stupidity. Earth hadn't wanted to become allies with the Saiyans and decided to declare war on a warrior race with more advanced technology and strength. The government had screwed up royally this time.

The girl ran faster, though she highly suspected it was pointless, this running. They had come for her. Why? She hadn't a clue. They had killed her family and then turned to her, but she had already been running.

The Prince, naturally, was the one after her. Why did it have to be him?

She didn't look back. One rule; never look back something is always gaining on you. She tripped over the dead, and fell several times. She was covered in blood and gore. Most of it her parents, the rest of it from the bodies piled in the streets.

A screaming man flew out of an ally and grabbed her begging her to help him. Like she could actually do anything? She shook him off and kept running. She could sense the Prince behind her gaining on her. Her breathing came in ragged breaths, her adrenaline level was through the roof and at any moment it felt as if her heart would burst. No time to morn the loss of her family only time to run, to try and get away.

The smell sickened her and several times she had seen a Saiyan in a corner killing someone. Of course she had already seen countless deaths.

She turned a sharp corner and tripped over something falling yet again on the damp blood soaked streets. Her white gi was red and black from the blood and gore. She glanced at what had tripped her and it was a dismembered head. Great, she thought. She tried to pick herself up but was kicked roughly in the side.

"Oh, Gods." She cried as she looked up and saw who had kicked her. It was the Royal asshole himself. His power level was ridicules, just sensing it from that close had her skin crawling.

"Looks like you didn't get very far, very fast girl." He growled down at her. The girl threw a ki blast at Vegeta's face, but the Prince merely brushed it aside. It bounced harmlessly into the building next to them, sending dust and debris into the air. Sneering he reached down and picked her up by the front of her gi.

"You're going to damn well learn some respect." He shook her. She punched him right in the mouth.

Vegeta cursed in Saiyan and backhanded her. "Hm, you have some potential." He reached up and messed with his scouter for a second. Nodded then said, "Yes much potential. Well girl it's time we leave." She swung at him again. He slapped her hand away.

"My name is not girl it's Bulma, you jackass." Vegeta backhanded her again and this time Bulma saw stars in a variety of colors.

"Shut up, girl. You're the smartest being on this planet but you don't act it."

So that's why there after me, she thought.

Vegeta threw her over his shoulder and took to the air. She cursed in every language she knew, kicked, punched, pounded, pinched, and pressed every pressure point she could which weren't many considering his armor protected his vital points. And still he would not let go. Finally growing irritated Vegeta smacked Bulma hard in the head putting her out like a light.

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Bulma awoke to the irritation of being thrown on a hard cold floor. Her eyes flew open to stare up at Vegeta's face.

"Clean up girl, you smell like blood and shit." The Prince spoke in an arrogant tone.

"Like you smell much better." Bulma hissed. Rolling around in blood and dead bodies will make a person stink you sonvabitch Bulma thought. Vegeta just growled.

"You will be sharing my quarters, there will be clothes on the bed for you when you are finished." Turning on his heel Vegeta left Bulma alone.

Bulma looked around the large bathroom. There were no windows and Bulma had the feeling they were on a ship. The floor was the same black stone as the huge inlaid bath tub, shower and waist high twin black marble sink. The faucets were silver on both the sink and tub. The toilet was the same stone. Fancy toilet, she thought coyly.

After taking a shower to get most of the nasty, icky, crap off of her Bulma filled up a hot bath. Bulma didn't like using the same soaps as the bastard did but she had little choice and spent the next hour scrubbing her self. She had to wash her waist length hair four times to get all the grime out of it.

The whole time Bulma did her best not to think, because thinking would make her start to shake. Thinking would make it more real and Bulma was doing her best not to lose it.

Finally Bulma was finished; she drained the tub and dried off. Wrapping a towel around herself she stepped out into a room she had not seen before. It was the bedroom/main. There was a huge king size bed covered in a black silk and a mirror over the bed on the ceiling. Bulma decided she didn't want to know. A huge black dresser sat in a corner and that was it, no other furniture and no personal items. The floor was covered in thick black carpet. Bulma guessed by the room that Vegeta spent very little time in there.

Lying in the middle of the bed were some folded up clothes; she could tell they were all black. She walked over to the bed and found a black gi the same style as her white one. He also had put out underclothes for her. Bulma stopped and stared at the gi. It was exactly like her white gi. The long pleated Hakama pants, Kimono, and Haori over coat where all nicely starched and ironed. It was all made of cotton though it was woven heavy and tight almost like thin denim.

Bulma was the senior student and head instructor of her Koryu. Her school specialized in older forms of martial arts. Bulma held the clothes and cried silent tears. Her Master was dead. Her parents, students, and friends were all dead. Her Master had been like a father to her as well as a best friend. A noise startled her. She looked up to see Vegeta standing in the room. The noise had been the door closing.

"Girl, why do you cry?" He sounded irritated. Bulma looked up with a glare.

"For reasons you would not understand." Bulma snapped. The Prince growled at her, a low warning sound. Bulma narrowed her eyes and stared at him for a moment.

"Fine if you must know, I watched my Master die at the hands of your second banana as well as all our students, my friends….my family, and now I am trapped here with you." Vegeta sneered.

"Oh I wouldn't understand would I?" He threw something at her. Bulma caught it. She looked down at it and her mouth dropped. It was her schools flag. It was black with her schools name and emblem embroidered on it in gold, along with her and her Masters names. It was slightly charred around the edges but other than that it looked fine. Bulma looked up at Vegeta. "Why?"

"You're a warrior, you should have it. Now get dressed." He turned and left. Bulma held onto the flag tightly and sobbed. She cursed her weakness and thought what would her Master think? She dried her tears. The best way to avenge her loved ones would be to get stronger and defeat their murderer…Raditz.

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Dressed, Bulma glared at herself in the mirror. She had allowed herself to be captured. Such a dishonor was not tolerable. Picking up a razor blade she'd found under the sink the girl closed her eyes. She should be dead by her own hands, a clean honorable death. Bringing the razor up she took a deep breath; she should be punished for her actions. With a cry Bulma sliced her hair off at ear length. Her eyes watered as she looked at the hair lying on the floor like a lost limb. She didn't deserve her hair anymore, her honor was gone.

After a few minutes Bulma had calmed down enough to leave the bathroom and venture back out into the bedroom.

Flexing her muscles she decided she wasn't hurt too badly, mostly just covered in bruises. Bulma prided her body, she had a six pack and defined muscles but they were martial artist's muscles, slim, compact and stronger than their bulky body builder counterparts. Yet, she'd been very careful to avoid looking manly.

It seemed like forever when the door opened to the room and in walked Vegeta. He looked her up and down.

"Nice hack job woman." He leered at her.

"Piss off." Bulma clinched her jaw. This man made her cuss like a sailor.

Vegeta continued into the room until he was uncomfortably close to her. Crossing his arms he glared down his nose.

"How old are you?" His question caught Bulma off guard. He already seemed to know everything about her. Why ask that?

"You first." Crossing her arms Bulma glared right on back at him. She could see his muscles move as his jaw clenched and unclenched. Bulma didn't really believe he'd answer but figured she'd give it a try.

"Twenty-seven." The prince snapped at her.

Bulmas eye twitched, he had answered her. Damn it, now she had to answer him.

"I'm seventeen." Bulma grumbled, looking away.

"See, now was that so hard?" Vegeta's sarcastic tone set Bulma on edge. She was so angry she could barely contain herself. "Come with me, I must show you around this ship. You will work in the science lab and-" Bulmas laughs cut him off. "What ARE you laughing about?"

"I don't know one thing about science in fact it bores me to death." Bulma instantly felt better, having the upper hand for once.

Vegeta froze. "But all our tests and reports deemed you with the highest IQ on the planet and your father headed the worlds' largest scientific business."

"My knowledge lies in battle. Battle tactics, psychology, fighting." She had expected Vegeta to freak but he smirked.

"All's the better. Now, follow me girl."

"My name is BULMA!"

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A/N: Ok its short I know, don't freak, it may not even be that good please review and let me know what you all think any suggestions what ever my email address is Enforcer