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Chapter 2: Ominous


'Permission to land on planet Frieza No.79.'

'Hmm?' Bulma's eyes slowly fluttered open. Groaning, she wanted to sleep some more, she was still so tired. Her eyesight sharpening, she stared at the sight before her. A sea of dark blue, shiny lights in the distance, big bright ones nearby. I always wanted to see this. Was she dreaming?
Sighing at the beautiful sight, a small smile graced her lips.
Her fell hair on her face, lifting her arm to put the few lose strands behind her ear, she found out she couldn't.

'Ah…' Letting out a small gasp, she managed to bite her lip from screaming, the memories of yesterday flooded back and refreshed her mind. Remember where she was and who she was with, instantly straightened her thoughts. It reset her mind and made her focus again. The throbbing pain in her left arm was killing her.

Sighing, this time out of the despair of the situation she was in. She turned her head to look at him, he was still sleeping apparently. She looked at his features, the sharp angles in his face, his hard and cold facial expression he seemed to have on whether he was awake or asleep. Even in his sleep he look deadly and menacing.

Turning her head back at the beautiful view that gave her some piece of mind, she let all her thoughts and doubts sink in.

What am I doing? I don't know how on Earth I'm going to be able to get my hands on the Dragonballs! Vegeta isn't ever going to let them out of his sight. And if I did manage to gather them then what exactly would I wish for? That everyone who got killed by Vegeta was revived, simple. But was the dragon powerful enough to grant such a wish? Of course he is, Bulma, we are going to planet Namek, it is were Piccolo is from! Argh, now is not the time to doubt things that we are certain of! But say that I am able to make the whish, how am I going to get away from Vegeta? He would kill me! Hunt me down and shred me into pieces. The mental picture in her head did not make it any better. 'Savage…' She half hissed, half whispered to herself.

At least Earth is save… Mom… Dad… I didn't even get say goodbye. Goku , you idiot! Why did you have to die? I can't do this by myself!

Another sigh left her lips.

I could ask the Namekians for help. But what if all Namekians were like Piccolo? He was evil too. Was, Bulma. Besides Kami explained all that. Meaning they could all be somewhat like Kami… Maybe she could ask their wasn't just for her and her friends, but the entire universe would benefit from this… Vegeta had to be stopped at all costs!

'Stop fidgeting, woman.' Vegeta's hoarse voice snatched her out of her own world and back to the reality she was in. He let out a lazy yawn and cracked his neck, side to side.

Had she been fidgeting? Bulma could hardly breathe with him in the same room, let stand make unnecessary moves.

'Once we land, I'll be in in the tank for about an hour, I'm going to need to be in top health if Frieza decided to show up.'

Land? Where? Aren't we going to Namek? Tank? Frieza? What is he talking about!

'What exactly do you mean…?' Bulma muttered, uncertain of herself and wondering how she had managed to utter the words despite the fear in her chest.

'You are dense, woman.' Vegeta growled, clearly displeased that she failed to remember what he had said earlier. 'We are going to get you a spaceship. While I'm there, I'll be in the rejuvenating tank. I need to be in top health if Frieza decided to show his ugly face.'

Who is Frieza? Bulma wanted to ask but kept her mouth shut, one more question might get her killed. So she decided to keep quiet. It was only then she realized their position, somehow his furry tail had snaked itself around her and so had his arm, holding both of hers down. His hand other hand rested on her knee.
As if he knew she was watching them he moved his one hand from her waist and touched a button that made a screen appear, touching the buttons on the screen making a few noises. She couldn't read what was on the screen, it was obviously in some alienate language.

It made her feel kind of small, knowing that there were so many races, apparently aware of one another, while her planet didn't even have a clue. She had never thought about it much. Even so she would've never guessed there would be a race like the Saiyans. A warrior race who live to purge.

He then placed his hand next to hers. Waiting patiently for the ship to follow his coordinates, that much Bulma could tell, she did have a clue of what he was doing.

Him being awake made Bulma claustrophobic, this space-pod was still far too small for her. It made her notice things, small things. How she was sitting and on whom.
Think of something else, Bulma. She told herself.

Feeling the warmth of Vegeta on her back, Bulma stared at the hand resting on her knee, so casually and harmless. The same hand that had caused the downfall of her friends, that had killed without hesitation. That had destroyed countless planets.

What had she gotten herself into? She didn't know anything about Vegeta… He kept her around for who knows what reasons. She had just gone along freely without thinking of the consequences. Not knowing anything about his true motives.

She wanted to move something, anything but couldn't bring herself to do so, it was then that she noticed that she was taking small hitched breaths, was she having a panic attack? Come on, Bulma, pull it together!

'Stop it, woman.' Vegeta's voice startled her again. The touchscreen was gone, and the beautiful view from before was now seen again. How could she have not noticed that? Trying to focus again, she steadied her breathing. Now she just felt awkward, as if she had been caught doing something wrong, which in her opinion she had. There was no room for mistakes, not here, not ever, not with Vegeta.

Vegeta all of a sudden moved, his hand on her knee brushing up and his other around her waist again. Trying to stop his movements, which was stupid, he was far too strong for her to ever stop him but her intuition made her do it, she grabbed with her one hand his one arm, trying to stop him from pulling her in closer, the pain in her other arm made her wince in pain. Feeling his breath in her neck, Bulma moved her head only to feel his lips brush her ear. Feeling her heartbeat raise up, her breath hitched again. She felt stupid because of her horribly clumsy way of moving. He licked his lips, his tongue brushing her ear lightly.
She felt her heart beat louder now. Swallowing, trying to get rid of the lump that had formed inside of throat.

'Didn't I tell you to stop fidgeting?' He whispered, teasingly and menacing; it send shivers down her spine. 'I don't like it when people disobey me.'

She could feel him smirk against her ear. It made her swallow, again. There was hardly any saliva left in her mouth, but she subconsciously kept doing so. Not being able to utter a word, she remained dead quiet and didn't dare to move a muscle.

His tail unravelled itself and wrapped itself again around her leg and moved up towards her inner thigh, making her gasp in surprise. The movement made her vision blurry and her head spin with thoughts she had never dared to think of, scared and repulsed she took a much needed deep breath. She wanted to tell him to stop; just talk back, say something! But her body would not obey her commanding thoughts, nothing came out. Every part of her seemed to be paralyzed from fear.

His tail slid in between her legs. Trembling like leaf, she repeated a mantra in her head; Please don't. Don't let him do this. He can't, he won't.
His other hand was now traveling upwards, over her free arms holding her in a deadlock grip. The pain in her one arm was blinding. His tail stirred between her legs, touching her most intimate place, moving in an upwards motion.

Bulma let out a whimper, trying to stop the tears from coming. She felt a pang go through her heart, the only person who had ever touched her there was Yamcha and after they broke up, she had made a promise to herself that the next man to touch her would be her future husband, not this vile creature from outer space. She felt utterly disgusted, she wanted to puke.

There was cold sweat all over her body and yet at the same time a traitorous heat flooded her body. Tensing at the sensations, Bulma managed to mutter a small, 'S-stop.' But was completely ignored by Vegeta. Not being able to just let him do this Bulma found the strength to move, her arms were still held by his, she then tried her legs, even his tail seemed to have more strength then her but it did stop his actions. Violently kicking her head back, Vegeta lost his patience and grabbed her by her hair, freeing her arms, but before she could even put them to use his other hand grabbed both of her wrist.
'S-stop it!' Her voice sounded so shaky. She wanted it to sound stronger but it came out sounding fragile and frighten, her tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes. She might as well lay down her head in defeat, she couldn't stop him no matter what she did.

'I do as I please, woman.' Vegeta growled, sounding somewhat frustrated, 'I have needs.' He explained.

His words made her feel like she was being swallowed by a bottomless black pit. Making more tears slip from her eyes. The darkness that radiated from him made her so scared and her own weakness made her feel ashamed. Ashamed she couldn't stop him. She closed her eyes, hoping he would simply calm down. Perhaps she should just let him be and get it over with.

He turned her head harshly, making her face him. 'Woman.' He hissed impatiently, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did she was greeted by his dark black eyes, his face was expressionless. Letting go of her wrist, he brought his hands to her face. Staring at her. Bulma used her free hands to cover herself, from what she didn't know, it wasn't as if she could stop him. But it made her feel less vulnerable, less out in the open.

The next words he spoke as if they were a warning, 'Now is not the time.'

Bulma could feel the promise behind those words. Panic rose in her chest, a shiver took over her spine, something she was certain of he felt.

'I need to focus.' He was speaking more to himself then to her, as if he was telling himself what he need to hear. He let his head hit the back of the seat, and straighten his posture. He ran his hand through his hair.

Vegeta touched the button to the screen again, they would land in exactly one hour. 'If anyone asks who you are, you simply tell them you're my personal servant.'
Bulma was shocked to say the least but refrained from saying anything back, her pride being wounded was nothing to the physical pain he could inflict on her. Somehow since he ceased his actions, her breathing became normal again and her body semi-relaxed. But every movement she was still weary of, like how his tail had yet to untangle itself from her leg.


'Vegeta, I see you brought a friend.' The reptilian-like man smirked at Bulma, making him look even dumber than when she had first glanced at him, standing timidly in front of her captor, uncertain of what to do. Vegeta ignored the comment and tossed Bulma aside, who screamed out in pain because she landed on her already damaged arm.

'I have a tank prepared for you.' His demeanour changed when he saw the seriousness on Vegeta's face, straightening his posture.

'Good, have her healed too.' He barked back, nodding his head at the woman that lay sprawled on the ground a few meters from his feet.

'I-I will, your majesty.' The doctor's eyes were on her for a split second, then he focused back on Vegeta, awaiting his moves. Vegeta didn't give any type of reply and simply walked forward, when the door slid open he waited for something. A movement of his eyes, made Bulma realize he was waiting for her, in less than a second she was standing up, ignoring the soaring pain in her arm, no in her entire body, the blown he had given her had knocked the breath out of her. She was seeing double and found it had to walk decently, but she remained quiet and simply followed Vegeta, who in return said nothing or paid even the slightest bit of attention to her.

Walking through the tall halls whose walls were made out of some type of glass, Bulma stared at the planet they had just entered, it was strange to see a planet made out of something else then the greens and blues of the Earth. This planet was rather bald and blank of colour, it was missing any type of life form. The planet looked so dead.

A chill rain over her spine and at that exact moment she decided to change her focus to Vegeta again, not wanting to get on his bad side. As she looked forward, so did he. He had been taking a glance at her, this made Bulma weary of her movements. Even though no one said a word, Bulma could feel the electricity run in the air. Something was going on, something was simply off.

Entering one of the large sliding doors, Bulma stood still for a moment and stared in awe at the modern technology of the building. This was obviously the medical centre. Vegeta walked towards a large pod, some sort of water tank. Taking off his clothes, without any modesty. Bulma blushed and stared in the other direction, feeling out of place and prudish, obviously Saiyans had a different culture when it came down to these things. Hearing a buzzing sound she now only dared to look back, Vegeta was apparently seated in the strange device and was wearing some type of breathing mask. He closed his eyes, and the tank started to fill with some type of liquid.

'You are not that heavily wounded, so it will probably only take about an hour or so for you to be top healed. But that is only given to the fact that you are a Saiyan, any other specie would have to be in there for a couple of hours.' The Doctor explained and talking somewhat to himself, she doubted that Vegeta was paying attention to his words. Pushing a few buttons here and there, taking a glance at Bulma, 'In the meantime I'll take care of your lady-friend.' He looked back at Vegeta but he gave no reply. Nodding to himself he walked off towards the other side of the room, obviously grabbing some things to heal Bulma's arm.

The liquid… It looked like water, it made her wonder what it could be. Any other moment, time or place and she would've simply asked, copy it, experiment with it and take it to the next level. These tanks were advanced and could probably save hundreds of lives on Earth… Well, at least now there still was an Earth… But that was only because Vegeta had been merciful.

Vegeta seemed to be feared everywhere, was he in charge? The man had joked around at their sight but soon stopped when his eyes met Vegeta's. This Doctor did not look like one, as a matter a fact he kind of looked like the idiot that simply operated the machines. Sighing, Bulma decided to make the best of it, at least her arm would be better.

'Let's see… What type of species are you?' He asked, looking at her up and down.
What type of question is that!?
'Risyh, hm?' Staring at her ears, 'No, you don't have pointy ears…' He muttered, 'An Ayndermehk?
'A what?' Bulma blurted out.

'I don't know how to pronounce it… But I assume you are not. Well, you are a humanoid species, that much I can tell.'

'Yes… I…' I'm an Earthling, you idiot… But if I tell you that, the planet might be in danger… She lowered her head at that thought.

Since he did not push the question, she refrained from telling him from where she exactly was and why she was with Vegeta. He took her wrist, lightly not brutal like Vegeta did and tried to extend her arm, when she winced in pain he stopped, gave her a small stare and touched her arm, lightly. Bulma had to bite her lips from screaming out in pain.

'It was quite the fight apparently.' He started talk, putting on some strange wet bandages on her arm. Bulma stared at him for a split second and then returned looking at work. He must be referring to Vegeta's wounds.
'Yes… it was.' She answered quietly, not really certain what to say else.
'It should be healed rather fast, kind of depends…' He muttered, wrapping her arm in one final bandage, this one was dry and apparently the final one.

Bulma stared at her packed in arm, whatever he had put on was soothing the pain and she could almost feel her arm heal this instant.

'Thank you.' She muttered quietly, hesitant on what to do next.

'Huh? I rarely get that. Your welcome.' He barked a laugh, and for one millisecond Bulma had thought he was pleasant until he had made it instantly disappear with that laughter of his. Loud and obnoxious and dumb, then again so was his overall appearance.

'So what happened?'

'I don't know.' Bulma bit out, wondering why he suddenly cared.

'You don't have to react that way to me. It's they who are going to ask eventually.' Another annoying laugh filled the room. Bulma could've sworn he was doing it on purpose, to get under her skin.

'They?' She simply asked.

'Well, Cui is here so I assume he'll want a report from Vegeta so he can pass it to Lord Frieza, unless Vegeta plans to do that himself, which he rarely does…' His thoughts were obviously wandering off.

Whoever Lord Frieza was, he was above Vegeta and he seemed to somewhat find him a problem, Bulma decided that now was as best as ever to ask, the doctor seemed to like small talk. 'Who is Lord Frieza?'

'Haha! You don't know who the great and powerful Lord Frieza is?' He looked at her, flabbergast at the fact she even asked that question, it made her feel ignorant and stupid, how was she supposed to know who the hell that was! And why did no one bother to answer that question?!

'If you ever meet him, you'll never survive.' He smirked at her, 'Lord Frieza is the Emperor of the universe. He is the one taking over all planets. The Planet Trade Organization is under his command.' He looked her blank expression and added, 'He is the most powerful man in this universe.' As if trying to make the words sink into her thick skull.

Bulma's head was spinning. The Planet Trade Organization? I thought Vegeta was… Vegeta is just the tip of the iceberg, isn't he… Slouching her shoulders in defeat, Bulma ignored the Doctor walking out of the room, saying he would return later to check on his majesty. She had wanted to nod but had a hard time focusing her body to make any type of reaction.

So this Frieza is even worse than Vegeta… Which she could hardly imagine. Is he the reason why Vegeta wants to wish for immortality? Because he is the strongest man in the universe? The hope that only recently had built up inside of her instantly fell, she had planned to wish everyone back but if she succeeded in that they would have to defeat Vegeta all over again, he wouldn't simply let that happen, he would transform Earth into hell first. And say they do defeat him, then there was this Frieza man too, and he was so powerful it seemed that Vegeta felt threaten by him… Or maybe I'm was just imagining that. Vegeta doesn't strike me as the type to fear anyone or anything. But say that it would ever come down to a fight with this Lord Frieza, how could Goku and the guys ever win? They already lost to Vegeta and he is, obviously, below him. He has to report to him…

Yawning, Bulma stretched her legs and her one arm. What could she do for the next hour? Stay out off trouble.
Even though it was in her head, the voice reminded her of Vegeta, it spoke in the same threatening matter. Staring at the tank, Vegeta had not moved and his eyes were still closed. Besides a few beep noises, the room was silent. It made Bulma relax for the first time since her abduction, in the tiny space-pod she would always feel Vegeta's breath on her skin.

The memories from just a few hours ago flooded her mind. Never had she ever felt so scared or intimidated by a man. The thought of his hands on her skin made her shudder. Everything about him, made her skin crawl. She never thought she could hate anyone more than him.

Staring out the window, Bulma watched the dull jobs of soldiers who were shipping things in large compartments of a ship. She simply kept staring until her thoughts became dull and finally her head was clear with thoughts of nothingness.


The regeneration tank made steaming noise and the door slowly opened, revealing a full healed Prince Vegeta, again Bulma refrained from looking at him, this time her face stayed blank and she remained unaffected by his boldness or lack of modesty. Vegeta seemed to hardly care, he simply walked towards the dresser and pulled out a soldier uniform, hastily pulling it on.

The doctor walked, a little startled that his patient had already walked off without his permission or his consent. 'Your majesty?'

'Is Frieza here?' Vegeta asked, not looking at the man nor anyone else. He was in a rush, obviously.
'No, he left.' He replied, used to being ignored and treated like this by the prince. Vegeta said nothing and put on his boots and gloves.

'Your scouter, Prince Vegeta?'

'I won't be needing that, dear doctor.' Vegeta smirked, he had picked up on some things during his stay on planet Earth. Besides that is why she was coming along for in the first place. 'Woman.' He barked, without giving her any orders or indication of where they were going Bulma immediately jumped up and ran after him. All she said to the doctor was a brief 'Bye.' Who had simply nodded in return.

Vegeta was walking in a quick pace, making it hard to follow him. Bulma didn't know why but for the moment there were more people present then when they had arrived. Seeing all sorts of aliens, some look human others looked like something she had seen in a horror-movie. They gave her particular stares, and gasped at the sight of Vegeta. Some simply stared at her with a foolish grin plastered on their face.

'Vegeta.'

Bulma had thought this would stop him, but he simply kept on walking. Bulma took a brief glance in the direction of the voice, but could hardly look without walking into some soldier, who, in Bulma's opinion, purposely stood in the way. Pushing beside the soldiers, she ran after Vegeta again. It was then that she noticed that the pain in her arm was a lot better, whatever he had put on her arm, it was already working. For that she was grateful.

'Hey, Vegeta, wait!' The voice shouted again, whoever it was, he was closing in on them. Grabbing Bulma by her shoulder he halted her, eventually it slowed Vegeta down too, yet he kept walking forward, ignoring them both.

'Vegeta, your girlfriend is having a hard time keeping up.' He grinned, it was purple looking alien, Bulma tried to get lose but he didn't let go, afraid some other alien would this time break her arm, she remained still. Noting that Vegeta still did not reply, he tried again.

'You should be ashamed of yourself, Vegeta. Letting your comrades die like that…' He muttered, looking at Bulma, 'And to then replace them with some concubine.'
Bulma wanted to shout out she wasn't anything like that, and that the idea of being Vegeta's concubine repulsed her so much that she would rather die than to ever be touched by him, she would rather kill herself! But shouting that would be foolish and unnecessary.

'Lord Frieza is displeased with you.'

This however made Vegeta stop. He barked out a low laugh, 'Just let Frieza try to do something about it.' The overly confident Prince made the alien tremble, Bulma couldn't tell if it were out of fear or anger. 'You are delusional, Lord Frieza is the utter most powerful being in the universe, no one has ever defeated him.'

'Hm.' Vegeta simply let out a low growl, 'Let go of her.'

Obeying his command, the alien let go of Bulma's shoulder. Bulma didn't know whether to run off next to Vegeta or to stay put, one wasn't much better than the other.

'Where has Frieza run off to?' Vegeta simply asked, giving the woman a scowl of disapproval that she had yet to move from her spot. It made her take a step forwards but before she could move her other foot the alien said something that froze her in her tracks.

'Planet Namek.' He smirked.

Both Vegeta and Bulma stared at the alien in horror, this meant that they were not the only ones looking for the dragon balls. And this man is even more horrible then Vegeta! How am I ever going to be able to whish anyone back!?

Clenching his teeth, he grabbed Bulma by her wrist and dragged her off towards a space-pod, pushing her inside. Bulma didn't have the time to say or do anything, 'Don't even think about altering anything, I will hunt you down and tear you limp from limp if you even dare to touch one button, understood?' He hissed at her, while knocking her in her seat. Bulma couldn't gather her wits in time to answer before the door slammed shut. Looking through the small window, she saw Vegeta jump into the other space-pod. A few sound were made and Bulma could tell they were going to lift off in mere seconds now. She could hear the other alien shout at Vegeta, telling him to stop. Feeling the pressure rise, Bulma braced herself for lift off.

The mention of Frieza on Planet Namek… Vegeta looked so… How am I ever going to get you guys back? I have to take on the Emperor of the universe and the Prince of Saiyans. How can I ever win?


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