Bulma threw herself back into her seat, her shaking hands making feeble attempts to latch the seatbelt over her lap. She heard the reassuring 'click' at last, puzzled at how she was able to hear it over all of the commotion around her. She watched the man next to her attempt to make a call on his cell phone, but he had no reception. She guessed the call that just failed would have been his final call to his loved ones. "I'm sure it'll be an uneventful trip..." she rolled her eyes at her previous statement to satiate her mother's worry.

Her heart sank as she felt the nose of the aircraft beginning to point toward the Earth. She heard the frantic cries of the people around her. Their screams pushed her toward the brink of her own sanity as she attempted to hold back the tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She could just imagine the papers after the news got out she was aboard a plane that crashed into the sea. She found her hand reaching for the armrest to her right. As her gaze snapped to the middle seat, she caught her neighboring passenger's expression, his hand outstretched toward her.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she accepted the stranger's hand, gripping it tightly in fear. She was hoping the gesture would elicit some sort of reassurance in the man, but she doubted it.

Before she had a chance to think any further, the plane struck land. The mountaintop they connected with brutally ripped the wing from their craft, tearing a hole in the cabin. Suddenly, most of the screaming ceased as the pressure shift and impact pulled most of the passengers from the right side of the plane out. Struggling to avoid the pull of the pressure herself, she released the man's hand and held fast to the arm rests, praying that it would hold until everything leveled out - for the most part.


"Please make sure to pull your punches... But don't NOT hit me..." the heiress commanded, her brow furrowing slightly. "I want to actually spar with you... I'd like to learn how to fight incase I have to..." she explained, rubbing the porcelain skin of her upper arm.

"I'm not going to spar with you, woman..." the dark Saiyan growled, making his way into the Capsule Corp compound. "But I need you to!" his blue-haired tail begged, grumbling a little. "Why don't you have one of the weakling humans mock-fight with you?"

"Because none of them will take it seriously! God forbid they had to act like adults for 10 minutes!" Her reply earned a snort of a retort from the Saiyan prince. She wasn't sure if it was a snort of irritation or a stifled chuckle, but she didn't care either way. "C'mon Vegeta, I need your help!"

"You've wasted quite enough of my time with this foolishness, haven't you, woman?" he shot back. "I fail to understand why you even need these skills as the heiress to the worlds largest company."

"We need a specimen of metal..." she began, stopping as the man before her did. "We need a sample... It's supposed to be some of the strongest metal on Earth. I can even use it in the gravity chamber and it'll last longer than any other metals we can get our hands on readily..." She watched him snap his eyes toward her as she mentioned something that was beneficial to him. "Figures..." she thought, rolling her eyes slightly. "I want to go on my own. My father's getting too old to go traipsing around the globe for shit like this."

"Why don't you just ask me to retrieve it?"

The blue haired heiress threw her hands up in exasperation, "Well for one thing, I don't want you to have something to hold over my head for as long as I live!" she screamed, folding her arms over her chest in a huff. "And... I'd sorta like to prove to everyone and to myself that I'm capable of doing things that don't involve a tool set..."

A few moments of silence passed before the Saiyan offered her a reply, "Woman, you are a giant pain in the ass..."

"Is that a yes?!" she squeaked.

"After I train a little on my own and fill the void in my stomach, yes..."


Forcing herself to her feet, she ran toward the nose of the plane. The grisly sight before her tied her stomach in knots as she retrieved what seemed to be the only parachute on the plane. Quickly flipping her back pack backwards on her body, she slung the chute on her shoulders. She took a few shallow breaths as she made a dead sprint for the giant hole. It was a relatively straight shot, most of the seats near the craft's wound were ripped out upon impact. With a pained grunt, she jumped from the quickly descending vehicle.