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"Namek?" King Vegeta inquired, giving his son a questioning glance.
"Yes, father. I've gathered up a small amount of information and have learned all we need to know about Planet Namek."
"And what information would that be exactly?"
Vegeta turned to the rest of the leaders, addressing the room. "Who here noticed Frieza leave the prison for certain amounts of time?"
A few members raised their hands in an uncertain manner.
"I have files," he walked over to one of the walls and inserted a mechanism into the wall apparatus. It hummed and a screen was projected on the wall, displaying different reports. "Which have intellect about Frieza's whereabouts during those times he disappeared. Small notes at the bottoms indicate side information about the travels…including which planets and documentation of why."
"Traveled to different planets? To imprison them like we had been?" The Adinonian spoke out.
"No. It appears he was searching for some sort of way to become immortal. The most recent report states that Frieza gained knowledge of these items called Dragon Balls. These items are some sort of magic and can grant wishes. My mate has knowledge of these items and apparently had some on her planet before Frieza destroyed it. Delving more into the information, the Dragon Balls hailed from Namek."
"So then what are we waiting for? Let's go to Namek already!"
"First of all, we need to decide who is going. Secondly, I already have teams planned out. Thirdly, we need to decide on what the wish will be before we arrive on Namek."
"Why do you fucking monkeys always get to make final decisions?" A member of the room irately yelled out without thinking.
Vegeta snarled at the accuser. In a flash, he powered up to Super Saiyan, letting the golden aura engulf his form. It fearsomely radiated strength as a small rumbling in the ground appeared. A group of leaders gaped in awe and pure fear.
"Are you sure you want to be challenging the strongest being in the entire universe?" Vegeta darkly sneered, holding his golden head at an angle.
The member shrunk back, holding his tongue in shame.
"Before I was so rudely interrupted, we need to come to a decision on the wish."
The Five-Eyed Jiao spoke up again, its' ten irises dilating and shrinking rhythmically. "I believe we should wish for what is best for all of our people…and wish to bring our respective homes back."
"I agree."
"Affirmative."
Vegeta let his Super Saiyan form fade while his hair and eyes returned to black. He stared at his father, waiting for him to continue. To his surprise, King Vegeta nodded at him, signaling for his son to lead the discussion.
"Then it is decided. We will wish to return our homes back into existence." Vegeta proclaimed. "This meeting is now adjourned. You are all free to do as you wish until further notice."
The members of the room collectively stood and began talking amongst themselves. The Saiyan King and Prince both caught on to more hushed racial slurs as they exited the room. True to being father and son, their tails bristled in rage nearly simultaneously.
"Father, what do we do until we arrive on Namek?" Vegeta asked, his eyes fixed on the walk way ahead of them.
"We prepare for the return of our planet."
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"Sori'ina, slow down! You're going to rip my arm off!" Bulma screeched as the youngest Trexilian she was acquainted with dragged her down a hall.
"You'd better listen to her micul sora, (little sister) humans are weaker than us." Ki'ilina scolded, as she quickly strode beside them.
Sori'ina pouted, but eventually slowed her pace. Bulma sighed in relief, the strain of her arm fading.
The trio was currently on their way to the floor of the ship that had outfitted the soldiers. It had been refurbished as a part of the end of Frieza's empire. The fifth floor in the west wing. Sori'ina would randomly repeat every once in a while. It wasn't long before Sori'ina had unintentionally drilled it into Bulma and Ki'ilina's minds.
Soon, they arrived at the large white doors of the outfitter's office. They opened the doors, revealing a gigantic room that looked much like a more refined seamstress' workshop with many different stations. The room was loud and bustling as everyone was running around doing something.
Bulma saw the sizeable line of people and joined at the end. Ki'ilina pulled her out of the line, jumping to the front.
"Wh-hey! You guys, there's a line!" Bulma exclaimed, pointing to the line of people currently throwing daggers with their eyes.
"It is okay, Bulma! When you went to see Vegeta, I made appointments for you and Ki'ilina!" Sori'ina chirruped.
A female alien approached the trio, addressing them with a smile. Her vibrant blue skin was patterned with yellow stripes, and her brown hair was fashioned into a braid. She was dressed in a smock-type of dress that billowed at her feet.
"Hello! You must be Bulma, Sori'ina and Ki'ilina!" She greeted.
"Yep. That's us." Bulma replied warmly.
"It is such an honor to meet the mate of the Legendary Super Saiyan who defeated Frieza!" She bowed her head in respect, clasping her hands together.
Bulma blinked in awe. Alright, seriously? First King Vegeta and now her?
"Oh, no you don't need to bow to me…I'm not that important."
The woman pleaded, "No, please it is my honor to serve the mate of the Great Prince Vegeta."
Bulma had to raise her hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh.
The Great Prince Vegeta? Oh, Kami. She rolled her eyes. The recognition for defeating Frieza was definitely going to his already massive ego.
The brunette attendant spoke again, "Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Nyla."
"It's nice to meet you, Nyla." Bulma politely responded.
Nyla began to tug the trio away from the front area to a more secluded part of the outfitter's office. She sat Bulma and Ki'ilina in chairs, wrapping a cloth around their necks. After Nyla had washed their hair, Bulma became concerned as to where Ki'ilina's hairdresser was.
"Nyla, are you doing my hair and then Ki'ilina's after?"
Nyla grinned, "Oh, no. I'm doing you both at the same time." Her smock lifted up and suddenly six appendages popped out much to their surprise.
Bulma's eyes nearly bulged out of her head and she laughed in shock, "Oh I see!"
Shortly after, Nyla began working on Bulma's blue tresses and Ki'ilina's jet black and orange highlighted strands.
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It took several hours for Nyla to give the duo their new hairstyles and transformations. Sori'ina grew bored after the first hour and went looking for trouble, which was nothing but normal for her Ki'ilina laughed. She eventually returned and nearly stopped in her tracks at the sight of her sister and Bulma.
"Oh, Doamne! Voi doi arata minunat!" (Oh my god! You guys look amazing!) She exclaimed excitedly, bouncing up and down.
Bulma laughed, turning to Ki'ilina to translate. "She said we look amazing," as she grinned widely.
The bluenette beamed as well, flipping her new hair in a mock superficial manner. "I'm just fabulous!"
Ki'ilina rolled her yellow eyes, shaking her head. "Please for the love of Dumnezeu, tell me you're joking around."
Bulma smiled playfully, "Of course, Ki'ilina! I'm not that in love with myself." She winked.
Ki'ilina rose from the chair she sat in, standing in front of the mirror. She spun and twirled, showing off her new look. In the time Sori'ina left, Nyla had also gotten a new wardrobe for the two. After ridding of the disgusting uniforms Frieza made his subjects wear, Ki'ilina could let her colorful skin truly show.
Ki'ilina's hair had been trimmed from ending at her rear to her shoulders. She found this a much more practical hairstyle for battle. Currently, Nyla had fashioned her tresses into a braid. She was dressed in a black top that had four straps wrapping around her neck holding it in place. Her bottoms were now a bright orange, tying in with the shade of her wrists, ankles and hair. The color made her skin stand out even more. Black combat boots with red straps went up to her calves. On her hip, a holster held a weapon, which Bulma recognized as her own ki blaster design.
Sori'ina squealed, flitting around her sister and obsessing over her new wardrobe. "I love it!"
Ki'ilina nodded appreciatively, "As do I. Thank you so much, Nyla."
Nyla bowed respectfully, "It was my honor to serve you, one of the great beings who helped to free everyone from Frieza."
The younger Trexilian turned to Bulma now, "Bulma! Show me your outfit now! Please?" She clasped her hands together in a begging motion, eyes hopeful.
Bulma smiled, "I'd love to." She also stood in front of the mirror, posing before it and even spinning around.
Bulma's previously long aquamarine locks were now completely trimmed to a short, perfectly straightened bob, stopping mid-way to her shoulders. She wore a bright red v-neck shirt that fit snugly on her body and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Her top was covered by a navy blue jacket with an angled body, tapering at the edges. Her shorts were snow white, perfectly shaping her rear. On her feet was a pair of boots, exactly like Ki'ilina's. The only difference was hers were colored white. Her blue eyes stood out even more beneath her bangs with the help of the jacket.
With her new appearance, Bulma truly felt like she was an adult now. Her short hair gave her a matured look which Bulma hadn't realized she needed. She was eighteen and her entire adult life ahead of her. She was intelligent, witty, beautiful and successful. Most importantly, she saved the universe from ultimate destruction. She had helped to defeat Frieza, after all. At this point she was capable of anything!
Except dealing with her so-called Saiyan mate.
Speaking of…
"Woman!"
Bulma's head shot up and then drooped, recognizing the voice.
"Woman!" The voice was closer this time.
"And here comes Mr. High and Mighty," Bulma scowled, returning to continue watching herself in the mirror.
Quickly rounding the corner was Prince Vegeta himself, a frown firmly planted on his lips. Bulma and Ki'ilina were not the only ones to recently get a new wardrobe. Vegeta was now dressed similarly to his father. The armor was the same color as it was for Frieza's men, but like his father's, it now sported the same symbol over the chest. Instead of black underclothing, Vegeta's was navy blue. White gloves and boots adorned his hands and feet. Attached to the armor and flowing behind him was a regal crimson cape.
Bulma nearly gawked at him in awe, if he hadn't barked angrily in her direction as soon as his eyes caught sight of her.
"Woman, what the hell are you doing down here? I have been looking for you!" He snarled, crossing his arms.
Bulma's jaw dropped and closed again. Her lip curled in annoyance, "Stop yelling, Vegeta. It's not like you own the place."
"I could." He replied with a sneer. "All fear my power."
The former heiress rolled her blue eyes, "Someone's ego has certainly been inflated to the maximum." He's starting to sound like Frieza.
"I speak the truth," He said haughtily.
They were silent for a few seconds, Ki'ilina, her sister and Nyla standing to the side awkwardly. They were unsure if they should intervene or not, fully aware the quarrelling lovers had tempers.
Vegeta's eyes raked over her body, observing his mate's new appearance. The first thing he noticed was the most obvious change; her hair. He admitted to himself longer hair on the opposite sex was more attractive to him, but on Bulma, the short hairstyle suited her flawlessly. He noted her clothing, something different from her previous plain tank top and shorts combo. His dark eyes dropped to her behind, shaped perfectly because of her form-fitting shorts. He enjoyed seeing her in different clothing, he permitted himself to say. Although, he'd much rather see her wearing nothing again.
Remembering he came to find her with a purpose, Vegeta stopped his mind from wandering.
"Woman, I need you to come with me. The Trexilians as well."
Upon hearing that word, Bulma whipped around angrily, flames practically fuming from her ears. "How many times must I tell you? I. Am. Not. Your. Woman!"
Vegeta groaned internally, "Bulma…"
"Kami, just tell me what you want already, Vegeta!"
"We are leaving for Namek."
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SORRY SORRY SORRY!
I seriously apologize for taking this long to get out this chapter…I'll admit…I kind of lost my spark for writing DBZ. I just got so caught up in my summer, college and enjoying life.
If anyone is wondering, my sister's wedding was beautiful…their vows made me tear up. Let's not get emotional over here!
Anyone who was trying to imagine Nyla, I based her off of the Na'vi from James Cameron's Avatar, so I guess imagine Neytiri lol. When deciding on Ki'ilina's new design, for some reason I kept imagining her skin being black. And I wish originally had made it black because it would look so much better…but alas…too late as I don't want to confuse people.
I love how everyone is so excited for Namek! It makes me excited! X3 I just hope I do it justice :/
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, despite the length. I'm hoping the next update won't be so long.
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