Author's Note: A space cycle is something similar to a motorcycle, but instead of staying on the ground, it's suspended in the air. Think of Star Wars, when Anakin was racing in his pod racer, but smaller. And Bulma's space cycle is all black like her outfit.

Chapter 2: The Race

Bulma awoke to hear the beeping of a button on her control panel. She yawned, and quickly walked up to the beeping noise.

She pressed a couple buttons, and watched as her ship started to descend into the atmosphere of the planet where she was going to kill the son of bitch that destroyed her planet.

She watched with a bored look on her face. She didn't know where exactly, he was at, but it wouldn't be hard for her to find information.

In this universe all you needed was a little bit of money, and people would come up to you, slipping you information like it was their duty.

But she reminded herself that this wasn't any regular planet. This was one in which the ruthless men who killed for sport, were located. She knew that she had to be extremely careful. She walked to the small closet that was next to be cot.

She picked out a all leather black jumpsuit. It was skintight, but it would have to do. She reached towards the top of the closet, and rummaged her hands through until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a full face black helmet. It was so dark that no one would be able to see who she was. She picked out a couple of her amazing weapons, and decided upon which ones she would bring with her.

She smiled when she thought about all the races she had won on her space cycle back on another planet.

She quickly changed out of her drab shirt, and pants, and quickly pulled the one piece on her. The one piece was tight, but it completely molded to her body, and made her ass look amazing. She smirked at the mirror that hung on the front of her closet.

She went back to her closet and picked up a pair of black boots. She muse to herself that her outfit would be very concealing but amazing nevertheless. She placed a pair of black gloves on her hands, and she looked at herself one last time, smiling at her all black outfit.

She placed the helmet under one arm, as she walked over to the control panel once again. She saw that they had landed, and she quickly made her way to the door panel of her ship.

Bulma Briefs was no stranger to the dangerous world of tyrants and crazed lunatics. She would fight each and every one of them until she got what she wanted. She wanted the man's head on a platter. And she would do anything to get what she wanted. Even if that meant killing a couple people who stood in her way.

She took a deep breath, and placed her helmet down on the counter that was close to the exit of her ship. With her hands she pulled her hair up, and pulled it into a quick ponytail. She grabbed her helmet, and after making sure it was secure on her head, she emerged from her ship, and walked out into the bright sunlight.


Vegeta had followed the egg shaped ship to this desolate planet. He planned on getting his ship some fuel and then afterward he would leave as soon as he could. He didn't want to be on this pathetic planet. He saw most of these men are rabid beasts who would do everything in their power to kill innocent people. He didn't care if they killed innocents, but it was slightly beneath him to kill someone who was weaker than him.

He pulled the metal cable away from the egg shaped ship as they started to descend. And he watched as the other ship pulled away. And after a couple more minutes of silence, he watched with eyes as black as space, as the other ship and his ship landed. The other ship had landed about one mile away.

Vegeta looked at the sad place that surrounded his ship. They were in the middle of the desert. With his keen eyesight he could see that the next city was a little over two miles away. He smirked as he thought about all the people there, would possibly be a challenge to him. He wasn't sure what to expect but he knew that this planet was down right evil. Only the baddest of the bad stayed here.

He would need to get someone to come out to his ship to make repairs, and replenish his ship with fuel. So while he was here, why not pick a fight with one of the bigger men who would undoubtedly pick on him?

Then in the distance, he watched as the other small egg shaped ship's main door opened. He squinted to get a better view of the captain of the ship.

From what he could tell it was female, but he couldn't be quite certain. If she wasn't a female than he had to admit that it had quite one hell of a body. Her curves were delicious to look at. Unfortunately for him, he never got to see her face, as she had a full face black helmet on. He watched in amusement as she tossed something in the air, and out of nowhere a space cycle popped out.

Was she some sort of magician? He wondered quietly to himself.

He watched as her space cycle revved up, and disappeared in a puff of desert smoke. He wasn't sure what to make of the female, who dressed in all black, and wore a full faced helmet. He wondered if he would see her again on this back watered planet. He hoped not. He would probably have to kill her.

He walked out into the sunlight, and pushed his power outward, until he flashed through the air, just a light dust of smoke left behind as he flew through the air.


Bulma raced her space cycle towards the city, intent on killing the man who made her life a living hell. She stopped in the center of the city. It felt and looked like a regular city. There were women and men walking around, but hardly any children. And Bulma laughed inside at the fact that children would be instantly killed on this deadly planet.

She got off her space cycle, and as quickly as she had gotten off, she pulled out a small capsule, and with a press of of capsule her space cycle was inside the small capsule.

She walked up to the dark building, her eyes lighting up. Her helmet was infused with the same technology her sunglasses has in them. But her helmet was better than the glasses. It was also a Ki reader, in which she could read anyone's Ki. It also could read body temperatures, and it controlled her ship, as soon as she commanded it to.

She was smart after all.

She pushed the huge black door open, seeing no one in the first room, she pulled out her gun, and walked in slowly. There didn't seem like there was anyone here. She sighed. And put her gun in her holster that was located at her hips.

She walked through another door, relaying on her helmet to tell her if there was another in this room, but to no avail. She was getting extremely frustrated. She was pissed, and she was getting more mad as the minutes dripped by.

It wasn't until she put her hand on the next door, did her helmet tell her that there were five Ki signatures in this room. She smirked in triumph that she had finally gotten to the room where she wanted to be at.

She opened the door with her gun drawn, and the five men who surrounded a table, looked up, and drew their guns just as quickly.

She spoke clearly through her helmet, "I'm looking for Helmerze."

The tallest man in the group looked at her while smirking. "I'm him. And who are you?"

"I'm someone looking for information." She spoke confidently.

He continued smirking at her. She noticed that his teeth were stained yellow, and it disgusted her beyond relief.

"Well if you want information, your going to have to earn it." He hissed at her, deadly venom laced in his words.

She shook her head at him, and with lighting fast reflexes, she shot one of his men, before throwing a small bomb of smoke at the ground, causing the men in the room to panic as they could no longer see their opponent.

She struck down the other three easily, using her helmet. She could see their Ki as they blindly tried to find her and shoot her.

And then there was one. And Helmerze stood where he was. Unafraid of his newest enemy. He didn't care if he died, because death would take him to hell. And he didn't give a damn about how hell would treat him.

And then Bulma was standing next to the man, with a gun pointed at his head. He laughed at her. "Shoot me, I dare you." He hissed at her.

"Well that wouldn't be much fun now would it?" The sarcasm dripped off her voice like honey.

"I told you, if you want information your just going to have to earn it."

"How?" She questioned him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"There is a space cycle race today at two, and if you win I will tell you everything and anything you want to know."

She nodded at him. "I'll do it. But trust me, you are going to tell me everything I want to know. And if you don't, well then I guess I'll just have to settle for blowing your brains out."

He laughed at her. His laughing was getting on her nerves. And as soon as she had came, she disappeared.

Bulma walked out of the building, realizing that she would have to relive her space cycle racing days again. She was not only smart, she was cunning, and she knew it. She would win the race, without doubt. She didn't care about being fair, she had cheated many times in the past with races, and it was not unlike the other space cyclists to not cheat as well.

She pulled the small capsule from her pocket, and threw it in the air, and watched as her space cycle pulled out, and she put one small foot in one of the pedals, before peeling away in a storm of dust.


Vegeta looked around at the evil men who lurk around. He saw whores and sinister men all around him. He quickly found a station, and he told the servant in there, that he needed fuel for his ship, but it was located out in the desert. The servant had nodded. Then he had told him that it would take until ten at night to bring his ship back to the city, and to finish all the repairs.

Vegeta had simply sighed, and agreed. He tossed his credit chip to the young man, and lounged around the room, until he noticed a poster stuck to the wall of the dingy station.

He ripped the paper off of the wall, and a smirk found it's way to his face. The poster clearly stated that there was going to be a space cycle race that day. And he felt his blood start to pump with excitement at the fact that he hadn't raced in the last two years.

He quickly left the boy to fix his ship. He walked outside, and instantly he saw a vendor and he was selling space cycles. What a good coincidence he mused as he saw the space cycles. He looked at each one of them, before picked out a gold and black one. He touched the space cycle carefully, with his hands, and he could almost feel the power of the machine roar to life under his hands.

He nodded to the man in the back, and threw a couple credit chips at the man, before taking the cycle under his body and watching as it roared to life under his body. He drove away blowing sand smoke in his wake.

Vegeta pulled up to the race track. The reason why he wanted to enter this race, was because of the prize money. It was one hundred thousand credits. And he could always do with more money. The more the better, he thought to himself.

He watched as the other contestants lined up, and he cracked his knuckles and thought about how amazing it would be after he won this insanely easy race.

He scanned the track, it wasn't a regular track. It was a desert track. Which meant that it was woven around mountains, and the ground was uneven. He smirked as he realized that he was born for this type of adrenaline racing activity.

He watched as other racers pulled up to him, he stood there against his cycle.

That was when he noticed her down at the other end. The female who had brought him here.
She sat on her cycle arrogantly, edging him forward till all he saw was her. Her helmet blocked her view to him, and he wondered what she looked like. Was she ugly, or was she gorgeous?

He stared at her, all those thoughts tumbling around his head, until he saw that she turned her head towards him, cocking to the side. And he could feel his cold shoulder return. He quickly looked away, trying to look into the distance.

Bulma felt eyes bore into her back, and she turned around slowly, hoping that she wouldn't have to see some creep leering at her, with lust.

Instead she saw a man with a widows peak, and flame like hair staring at her. His eyes bore into hers intensely, and she was taken aback with the fire she saw in them.

Then as quickly as she had turned to see his profile, he turned away from her.

The announcer shouted through the stadium, and people started cheering. Bulma winced as she realized that the race was going to start. She looked forward, and projected her body forward on her cycle. She started up her cycle, and it floated about a foot off the floor.

"GO!" The announcer shouted, and a flag was waved, and Bulma was off. The adrenaline rushing through her as she zoomed past the other contestants, in a rush. It didn't help them, she thought, because she had programmed her own bike to be the the fastest in the universe.

She looked behind her, and she watched as the other contestants seemed far and distant. She never realized that there was one contestant and he was catching up to her fairly quickly. Her eyes turned to the front, and that's when she realized that there was a cycle next to her.

She hissed in fury that someone might be trying to beat her. She looked at the arrogant son of a bitch who had stared at her earlier. He smirked at her with confidence shining in his eyes. She could not believe that this cocky mother fucker thought that he was going to beat her.

She pulled forward and her cycle roared to life. Time to pull out the magic, she mused to herself.

She pressed a small button on the dash of her cycle, and her bike was brought to life, like a dead animal whose last breathe was stolen from them.

She looked back smirking at the man who thought he could beat her, but he was no where to be seen. And she looked on in horror as he zoomed past her, and straight towards the overcasting mountains that now seemed covered in clouds.

She watched him closely. She could see something in the man that she had never seen before. It looked as if his Ki was causing his cycle to go extremely fast. He had a gold aura of Ki surrounding him.

She hissed in fury that this man decided to try to beat her today. Well not today. Bulma Briefs was the smartest and most cunning woman in the universe, and she always got what she wanted. Always. That wasn't a statement, it was a bold fact.

She started up the engine of her space cycle, pushing it forward, until she caught up to the man with the flame like hair. She pulled out a small weapon from her holster around her hip, and when she was in target's range, she pulled the trigger.

Vegeta could feel the gun being pulled out before he saw it. He grinned at the looming mountains ahead of him. So the bitch liked to play dirty did she? Well he was going to play dirty right back at her.

He pulled to his left causing her gun to misfire and fire at the mountain that pushed on either side of them. He looked behind him, and he swore that a blue strand of hair fell out her helmet, before it got pushed back from the wind that was propelling them forward.

He wondered why she wanted to win this race so badly. He knew that he could simply just let her, but it was always more fun when he toyed with the people before crushing their spirit beneath his heel.

And for a split second he forgot where he was. Until he felt the sting of something in his back. He snarled and turned around to pull whatever the damned woman had shot into his back. He pulled it out, and realized it was a syringe of what looked like a blue liquid. He started to slow, as he felt his Ki start to dwindle. He snarled in fury not realizing what the damned woman had done to him.

He watched as she raced past him, and she saluted him with her right hand to the top of her helmet before zooming past him.

He would come in second. And nothing else infuriated him more than losing. Especially to some stupid woman.

He pushed his cycle forward, but it only went so far. He grimaced as he realized that the battle was over and that he had lost. But the war was not over. His eyes blazed with the black depths of hell that he unleashed on this planet.

When he got to the finish line, he watched as everyone started to congratulate the female on her win. She nodded, looking bored with the consequences of her actions.

After a couple minutes the judges came over and handed her the credit chips. She looked down at it, and walked up to the proud arrogant man who had come close to beating her. She tossed the money into the air, until he caught it. He was too stunned to say anything to her. But it was made apparent that she didn't want the money.

He roared in anger. He didn't need her stupid money that he didn't rightfully earn himself.

She cringed in fear as the man who had put up a good race roared at her. She watched with dread in her eyes, as he walked up to her, his aura snapping around him.

He leaned forward, until his ear was near the ear of her helmet. "I don't need your money, you pathetic bitch." He hissed through clenched teeth.

She grimaced at his words. She pulled her hand out, and placed it on the stranger's shoulder.

"You put up a good race, and you deserve the money. I on the other hand, just did it for the thrill."

He whirled around so quickly that she lost her balance, and took a quick step back.

"What makes you think I didn't do it for the thrill as well?" His question drifted between the two of them.

She nodded her head. She leaned into him, whispering in his ear. "Meet me at Dagonhiz's corner in thirty minutes."

And then as quickly as she was in front of him, she was gone, racing away on her space cycle, leaving him to wonder what he had gotten himself into.


Whoohoo! This is the end of the second chapter to Saving Space! What will happen next? Will Vegeta finally see the face of the woman who beat him?