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During that time Chichi sit in the garden with Gohan and Bulma, enjoying the warm weather. Thanks to Goku's intensive training, Gohan had no difficulties at all to endure the 10 times higher gravity, while it took Chichi more than a year until she could finally move more or less free. Bulma first considered to simply build an anti-gravity belt so she could go out, then she decided against it as she would have risked revealing Goku's gravity belt. While Chichi was involved in material arts since childhood, Bulma never ever trained before. Heck, she never even went down to a gym in her life. Yet, living constantly in the palace, between walls wasn't an option, so she was determined to be able to go out. As she never quite dared to simply step out unlike Chichi, she built an another gravity belt and increased the gravity to 2. Then as she was adjusted to that, she increased it to 4, and so on. It took her almost 3 years until she could move around outside of the palace. It was the first time she enjoyed the garden with Chichi and Gohan. While Chichi already moved around normally, Bulma still felt like weights were all over her body. Yet, she managed to walk at a slow but constant peace. They picked a spot under the cherry tree, to have a slight feeling of being on Earth.

"It's such a shame that I have to go back to the kitchen within 30 minutes" Chichi sighed.

"Well, I shouldn't have come out at all "Bulma said with a sad smile. "I mean I have a lot to do and even with my father around I just cannot finish everything.

"How many others are working there?"

"6, but sometimes I feel like even the stupidest human on Earth has more sense to invent, then these guys. But those are the ones I have and I decided to teach them."

"You mean like in school?"

"Sort of, yes. I cannot figure out how saiyans learn in the first place. I haven't seen any indication that they have an education system."

"I think they are just learning how to fight. It's so terrible, I wanted Gohan to become an intelligent man and now he will end up being a fighter, just like his father…"

They sit in silence for a while, observing as Gohan was trying to complete a workbook, which somehow survived the invasion and got transported back to the planet. Chichi managed to salvage a few books and whenever she had time she tutored her son, but it wasn't the preferred peace at all. When an hour later Bulma stood in the lab in front of the 6 scientists, she again though about how messed up her life became. She tried to concentrate and pointed again on the blackboard, where she drawn an atom. While she tried to explain the basics, she realised that Vegeta entered the lab. She was sure he wanted something, yet he remained close to the door and leaned against the wall, watching her. She was glad that nobody else has seen him, as otherwise her pupils would bow to greet him. It was sometimes comical as some of the slaves bowed so low that their noses almost touched their legs.

"Different isotopes of the same element contain the same number of protons but differing numbers of neutrons. The mass number of an isotope is the total number of nucleons - neutrons and protons collectively."

Just as she finished the last sentence she knew she lost them again. None of the other 6 scientist had any idea what she was talking about. She sighed and asked:

"Now which part was not clear?"

"What are isotopes again?" One of them asked; he was from planet Orion with a name Watu.

"Seriously?! I know that saiyans are dumb, as they don't seem to have any education system, but really, none of you heard about school?"

For some reason Vegeta had to smirk as he watched Bulma struggle. First, he had no idea, what she was trying to accomplish, but by now he figured out she was trying to teach them. How strange humans were. Saiyans never taught anything, they learned it by doing it. When he realised Kakarott was actually teaching his brat to fight, he was confused. Every saiyan learned how to fight on their own or if they failed, they died. Sure, sometimes they sparred, but never revealed their techniques. In case others had the ability to copy it, they did. When Bulma reached the remark about the saiyans, the scientist cried out in fear. Nobody dared to insult the saiyans, not even if none of their oppressors were around. Yet, she just did it, while she was fully aware that Vegeta was there, unlike the others.

"What? It's true!" She called.

Vegeta considered telling her off, but decided against it. It was much more fun watching her struggling with the others. After 15 more minutes she gave up, though she promised that they will continue it the next day. Just then Watu looked at Vegeta and fear clearly registered on his face, just like on his comrades as the others looked at him as well. He smirked and ordered them to go back to their works, then stepped to Bulma and asked:

"Are you seriously trying to teach them?"

"I hardly have any other choice. Those are the guys I have and I cannot do everything alone, not even now, that my father is also helping."

"Is the healing tank working?"

"We had a deal. It's done" she sighed, then grabbed a chair and sit down.

Vegeta raised his eye-brown. Was she really so stupid that she still hasn't learned the etiquette? Nobody was supposed to sit in the King's presence, unless he was sitting and he offered them to sit. As he surveyed her, he apprehended that she was well aware of it, she was just ignoring it. As Bulma looked at Vegeta, she couldn't miss his disapproving look.

"Oh come on, relax a bit!" She called, grabbing an another chair and pushing him down.

Truth was; she wouldn't have had the strength, but Vegeta was so shocked that he simply never even had the chance to resist. He had never met such a person before and still struggled with the question how to react, when she asked:

"Say, which race has the most advanced technology among your slaves?"

"The harcoms."

"How come none of the scientists are harcoms then?"

"We need them to work in the mines to get enough material to build our spaceships."

"Can I have one here? Maybe one of them could really help me, instead of causing more trouble."

Vegeta had no idea what to say. She was just asking something from him and she did it casually. Like they were in the same rank, while nobody, not even his elite fighters talked with him like this. Even they feared his powers as saiyans respected power/strength above all. True, he wasn't the strongest when he was 5 and got crowned, yet as he was born an elite, he soon became their superior in every aspect. Apart from Bardock, none of his guards could put up a serious fight with him. The only one who wasn't intimidated by his presence was Kakarott. First he thought it's some kind of human thing, but every other human (at least those few who survived the attack) feared him. So much, that some couldn't even control themselves and they were trembling.

"You sincerely think that a harcom can help?" He finally asked.

"I hope so. Maybe I should be the one who is picking him. I mean I could go over to their planet and talk with them."

"You cannot leave this place!"

"I'm not trying to run away, it's just makes more sense for me to come along. See, I'm a genius among my own race, yet if you pick anybody else, he couldn't have repaired the tank or reproduce the armour. Even if a race is advanced in technology, it doesn't mean that all of the members have the same knowledge. The same with saiyans. You are warriors, but there is a significant difference between your power and the power of one of the lower level fighter. Hence, I should select the new scientist!"

The king had to agree, what she said made sense. Yet, he couldn't just let her go, risking her to escape. Just as he reached this conclusion Bulma added:

"If you are so worried about me escaping, then come with me!"

"Me?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"I'm the king, I don't have time to waste on such trivial tasks!"

"Having a high level technology is not trivial! Come on, I promise I will be a good girl" Bulma smiled and she winked at him.

That has taken him so off-guard that he blushed. She behaved like some kind of concubine! Bulma had a hard time not to laugh as she saw his expression. She knew too well, that she already went as far as possible, so laughing was out of the question.

"Fine! I will be here tomorrow at 5am" he agreed and left.

Bulma couldn't believe she was finally getting off from the planet. Sure, she had to come back, no way she could escape, still it was the first time something interesting happened. As challenging as working in the lab was, she needed some kind of other excitement. Even if the king wasn't the best company, she had to take what she could. The next morning she was as excited as a little girl, who was just about to go to an amusement park at the first time in her life. It was also the first time that she didn't put on the white overall, what was the common dress for the scientist on the planet. She decided to wear a back short and a baby blue strapless shirt with sneakers. When she was pondering over what she should wear, she almost laughed out seeing that she only owed about a dozen of clothes. Vegeta was wearing his usual uniform with the armour and Bulma seriously asked herself, if that was the only clothing what saiyans had. During the years what she spent here, she never saw anything other than these uniforms.

"Ready to go?" She asked, smiling.

Vegeta looked at her and he had no idea, why she was so excited. It was obvious she was happy, yet he couldn't think of anything, why she would be. She was a slave, lost almost anything, yet she hardly ever complained, apart from the fact that the other scientists were incompetent. Such an enigma. He had no idea how he would have taken if he lost his race, his home and he was stranded on an another planet, like on Earth. It was still shocking how close he came to that. In case Freeza succeeded, he would have been the only survivor along with Nappa and Radditz, who were also out on missions. And yes, Kakarott, but he wasn't much of a fighter.

"Why are you so happy?" He finally asked, while they began to walk towards the hangar.

"After 3 years I'm finally getting off from this planet and get a day off. Sort of… anyway. I'm not sure what you do for fun, but this definitely is fun for me."

"Fun?"

"Yeah, you know, when you don't fight, eat or sleep, you just do something because you want to."

"Train."

"No, I'm not talking about that kind of willingness. You train because you have to, I invent because I have to. Sure, it doesn't mean that we don't enjoy it, 'cause as much as I'm overloaded I still like my work mostly. I mean things, from what you don't gain anything; you are not stronger from it or learn anything from it, you just simply enjoy it!"

"I have no idea, what you are talking about. I don't do anything, what has no purpose!"

They exchanged a look, which revealed that both of them though the other one is crazy. Finally Bulma shrugged and let it slide. This time they went with a small cargo ship, which was able to hold on board around 5-6 person.

"How come you still have so many advanced spaceships?" Bulma asked, when they left the orbit.

"We managed to retain the plans for most of them so we can rebuild it."

"While Freeza brought you the scouters, armours and healing tanks, you bought the spaceship technology?"

"Traded it for planets."

"I certainly hope you got a good price for Earth, it's a much better planet then most of the ones what you ever traded."

"How do you know that?"

"I looked around the database, where you store these information. It's not like I hacked it or something. It's accessible for anybody, at least for those who can figure out how your strange computers are working. I still have issues with it, that's why I built one for me."

He looked at her and couldn't help to wonder, whether the saiyans made a mistake, when they killed most of the humans. It seemed like that while they had a primitive technology compared to Freeza, they were capable of understanding more advanced ones and reproduce it. Not that it could be changed now, still it was unexpected. They arrived within 20 minutes as it was the nearest planet to them. As soon as they landed Bulma stormed out, excited to see how the planet was. It caused her a slight surprise though and she landed on the ground, flat on her chest.

"I might have forgotten to mention that it has a gravity which is 5 times higher than on Earth." Vegeta smirked.

"Oh yes, you forgotten it, what?" She snapped, while she stood up and removed the dirt from her clothing.

She couldn't help to notice that he looked surprised, then she remembered it wasn't common knowledge that she was used to Planet Vegeta's gravity, mostly due to the fact that it was her recent achievement. Though he decided not to ask about it, instead he pointed towards a small settlement and said:

"That is one of their cities, you may look around there."

Harcom was similar to Earth and as Bulma walked into the settlement, she was shocked to see that the people there looked almost human as well. Sure, the Orions looked human-like, but these inhabitants were really almost humans. As they walked towards the centre, she also noticed how terrified they were when they saw the king.

"Woman, how do you want to do it?" Vegeta asked, when they reached the centre and a very anxious leader bowed in front of him.

"My name is Bulma, don't call me woman" she answered, then turned to the man in front of them and asked:

"Can I talk with your scientists?"

The man looked unsure but when Vegeta nodded, he instructed them to follow. He led them into one of their small building, which only consisted from a big room. It had some strange furnishing, yet for the most part it was empty. The harcom left and after a few minutes he returned with 3 men and a woman. As Bulma looked at them she couldn't help to notice how one of the men looked like Yamcha. He obviously wasn't the exact copy of him as he had red eyes and longer hair, but even so he looked similar enough, like his brother. This caused Bulma to remember, that last time she saw him they had a huge fight and broke up. While it wasn't the first time they broke up, it was the most terrible fight what they ever had. She heard herself saying how she hated him and never wanted to see him again, while he called her a self-centred, egoistic harpy. Shortly after, the saiyans invaded Earth and she never had the chance to apologies. She wasn't sure if they really could have made up and resume their relationship, still she cared for him and she was in love with him, at least in the past. She sighed, forcing herself not to think about it and she began her "interview" with the candidates. Secretly she hoped that the "winner" wouldn't be the man who looked like Yamcha, yet she had to abandon this hope in the first 5 minutes. Hark - as it turned out it was his name – had a more advanced knowledge then the rest. Bulma was somewhat impressed and she began to think that maybe she can even learn from him.

"You want him?" Vegeta stepped to them, when she finished questioning them.

"Yes, if he is willing to come."

"Willing to come? He will come, it's not like he has a choice!"

"How can you threat others like objects?

"How else do you think I should treat them?"

"Normal, like you treat your own people. Though now that I think about it, you are not much better with the so-called low class warriors either. It's just… It bothers me that you behave like we went shopping or something."

"I don't see your point."

"You know what? Never mind!"

It turned out Hark was more than willing to come. Bulma confirmed it after Vegeta left them in the lab, to make sure he was not just saying it because of him.

"Among the slaves, it's one of the highest ranks to be on Planet Vegeta" Hark explained.

"Does it mean that you are not angry with me for dragging you here?"

"If anything, then I'm grateful" He smiled.

Bulma couldn't help to think that even his smile reminded her of Yamcha. She wasn't in love with him anymore, yet it still hurt her to know that he was most probably dead.