The blue-haired beauty stood at the gate, awaiting the announcement that her plane was boarding. The enormous windows of the building let in the shimmering sunlight that warmed the woman's skin, her lapis lazuli eyes fluttering a bit as she glanced outside once more.
"Oh honey, I can't believe you're going all on your own!" Mrs. Briefs cried, throwing her arms around her daughter for the hundredth time that day. The young heiress offered no response other than a furrow of her brow. She was beginning to feel like a broken record.
Her father stood staunchly at his wife's side, as he did every time she collapsed on his offspring. He gave her back a few pats and pulled her back to him, "It's only for a few months, my dear..." he murmured, again, giving his daughter a reassuring smile. "She's quite capable of retrieving the specimen on her own! Her old dad would just slow her down!"
Bulma's face twisted into a kind smile. It was unfair of her to be so short with her mother, after all. She sat her carry-on luggage on the ground at her feet and took the blonde woman's hands in her own. "I promise. Everything will be fine! I've taken some self defense and survival training..."
"Oh dear, I hope you don't need to use what you've learned!" She watched as her mother clamped her eyes closed, another tear streaming down her face.
"I'm sure it will be an uneventful trip..." she replied softly, taking a step back and grabbing her carry-on once again. As she stood straight and brushed off her bag, the announcement came across that beckoned her to board. "Well, this is it!" she chirped, retrieving her ticket from the pocket of her jacket. She turned on her heel and started toward the line that was quickly forming for her flight.
As the attendant checked her ticket and gave her a kind nod, she turned and offered one last smile to her parents, blowing a kiss to them as she rounded the corner.
Finding her seat as quickly as possible, she crouched and shimmied in. "Thank Kami, I have a window seat..." she huffed, pushing a stray piece of hair from her face. She clutched her bag on her lap as she gazed out the window, beginning to daydream. The thought of the Prince she had left behind at Capsule Corp filling her mind almost instantly. She scoffed, catching herself smiling at her thoughts. "Damn it, aren't we past that yet?"
Admittedly, it had taken a lot for her to talk Vegeta into letting her go alone. He had insisted that he tagged along, to make sure she would be in no danger. She remembered how offended she felt at first, and then how flattered. He was starting to slip up. The longer he stayed on Earth, the more apt he was to show emotion. Besides anger of course, she was beginning to see his concern for her well being bubble to the surface.
"Please, Vegeta! Will you show me a few things?" she begged, clasping her hands together and bringing them up under her chin. "I just need to know a couple of ways to get myself out of certain situations... Y'know... If something we're to happen..." Her voice trailed off into silence, his eyes peering up at her from his spot at the kitchen table.
He thought for a moment, before tearing his gaze from the woman down to the plate in front of him, beginning to shovel his meal into his mouth. "I will show you what I can, woman..." he mumbled, between mouthfuls. "There's only so much I can teach that a human... Especially a human woman... Would benefit from."
"Oh, thank you! I promise to do my best at keeping up with you..." she said, blinking as a thought struck her. "But you can't work me to the brink of death! I know how you Saiyan's are with your training... I just want a few simple survival and self-defense skills, I don't need to train in 50x gravity or bounce off the walls..." The prince rose an eyebrow slightly as the woman laughed at her own joke.
Bulma was torn from her thoughts as the captain came over the loud speaker, giving his usual 'thank you for flying with us' spiel and saying that the aircraft was ready for takeoff. She turned to her right, noticing the seat in the middle of the row was vacant, and for that she was mildly thankful.
The ascent went off without a hitch, but she had an ever-growing sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She hoped that her hunch was just jitters about being in an airplane that she wasn't piloting, but somehow she doubted it. It was that damn Saiyan, always making her feel as if she had to be on edge about everything.
With a slight groan, she leaned down and placed her bag snugly between her feet. A slight sigh escaped her as she leaned back once again, folding her arms across her chest as she attempted to make herself comfortable. She might as well get some rest on this flight, it was going to be a while.