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Small Talk

"So your name is Vegeta?"

Bulma pulled her knees to her chest, trying to assume a more comfortable position. If she was going to be stuck here, she could as well get some information out of him. She needed to know what she was up against, so she could prepare herself, make plans. By now she only knew that Frieza considered her as extremely valuable, most likely because of her scientific skills. But it was obvious, that he didn't want her to get hurt. That was something she could use as leverage. Still, her stomach twisted at the thought of being brought to Frieza, to be used for whatever sick purpose his mind could come up with.

No one would talk about Frieza other than the party line, he was great and terrible, the most powerful being in the universe. He didn't have to be seen to be powerful you could just feel him; his presence came like a cold chill and a suffocating weight that would bear down on everyone. It didn't take her long to realize when she started out into space that Frieza was the bad boy on the block. Anywhere she went was this enormous empire that seemed to be built on only him. It was only made more impressive by the fact that he could keep someone as strong as Vegeta under his thumb and she knew he wasn't the only one or the strongest of them.

Vegeta's brows furrowed in resentment, but he didn't bother to look up, "You said you'd stop your shrieking if I let you sit. You really don't want to push my patience, Woman." Vegeta was lying in the sand, his eyes closed. Bulma's glance wondered over his body. His dark suit was ripped on his arms and thighs exposing his tanned skin. Her sight lingered on his defined muscles, his ripped biceps, and slowly wondered down to his…Damnit, Bulma! What is wrong with you?! Pull yourself together! She huffed, "For your information, my name is Bulma, not Woman!"

Vegeta put his index finger and thumb on the root of his nose, squeezing, "I don't care what you call yourself."

Her audacity made his head hurt, both of them. He didn't like how this girl seemed to trigger his instincts and how easily he had given into what she wanted. He'd never experienced anything like it and it pissed him off. It was for the best to just ignore her, before he did something he'd regret later. But of course, she wouldn't let up that easily, "Well, you're clearly not human, are you?"

That made his ears perk up, so she wasn't Saiyan after all, "Your race is called human?" he asked, in contrary to his intention of ignoring her.

Bulma nodded, "The planet I come from is called Earth..."

She hesitated. She was hopeful that he had at least started responding to her, but she knew if she said the wrong thing she wouldn't get another word out of him. She just had to push the right buttons, "So what race you belong to? I haven't seen many that look like us…you."

Vegeta didn't respond right away. But finally, against his own better judgment he answered, "I am a Saiyan, and we are nothing alike!"

So he doesn't like being compared to me.

"Saiyan, huh?"

Was it possible that Goku was a Saiyan, too? But how would he have gotten to earth? Why didn't anyone come looking for him?

"Does every Saiyan have a tail like yours?"

"You are asking a lot of questions." For a while he didn't say anything, but then Vegeta slowly propped himself up on his elbows, "So you're a scientist?"

"Is that why Frieza wants me?"

"You tell me."

"You don't know."

Both of them stayed silent for a moment, Bulma realized that he wasn't going to give her any more information. Either he didn't have any, or he was on to what she was doing. She knew how to get people to tell her things, things they didn't even know they were saying. Men were especially easy. They generally gave away too much when they were trying to impress a female or when they were provoked. And seeing how this guy was far from trying to impress her that left option two, "So he sends you on an errand, but doesn't tell you what it's for. He must be something if he can make YOU fetch like a dog."

A vein appreared on Vegeta's temple pulsing as his features darkened. He wouldn't be mocked like that! He got up, but the moment he did sharp pain struck his back and painful groan escaped his lips. He let out a curse, the crash must have damaged his back badly, when he had broke his and the woman's fall.

"Are you okay?!"

Vegeta's head hitched utterly bewildered, and the woman seemed just as surprised about the obvious concern in her voice.

Who does she think she is?! First she insults me than she pities me!

Vegeta's hands fisted, "I am a warrior! Pain means nothing to me you stupid girl! The blood of the strongest warrior race that has ever lived is running through my veins. How dare you, pitying me! How dare you, looking like a Saiyan while being so weak and worthless. A race like yours shouldn't even exist! It's an insult! I'd kill you right here if Fri…." he broke off, realizing how much he'd revealed to her. He unclenched his fists, irate that his temper had slipped that easily. He starred at her, while taking deep breaths, "You will shut up!"

Well, that struck a nerve. Anger did bring out his talkative side, he did reveal something. It just wasn't what she was expecting and it was less than helpful with regards to her upcoming encounter with Frieza. Clearly there were some deeper issues with this one, and she wasn't about to uncover them.

Three more hours passed before, his scouter started beeping. "It's about time!"

Bulma followed him with her eyes, they had spent the last hours in silence, "What's happening?"

The Saiyan ignored her, setting his eyes on the sky. Not long and he saw a black dot approaching fast. It crashed into the ground a couple hundred meters away from them.

Vegeta walked over to the woman and bent down in front of her. He grabbed her chin harshly, "It's time Frieza get his oh so valuable asset delivered.", he made her look at him, "Why would he be interested in someone as frail as you are?"

She eyed him right back and again he couldn't help but linger on her unusual aqua coloring, "Why don't we go and find out then? Can't be much worse than this, can it?"

Vegeta laughed humorlessly, "You have got no idea."

Bulma froze as his fist raised towards her. There was loud shattering and the rock she'd been cuffed to crumbled to bits. Bulma opened her eyes. Her heart pounded against her chest and she saw him smirking, "Jerk!"

He ignored her bleating and roughly pulled her up to her feet. Bulma had been sitting for hours, she was dehydrated and she was pretty sure that she had a concussion and the moment she stood on her feet again, all the blood rushed back in her head, making it almost burst in pain and her vision went black. She stumbled, grasping for hold, but only grabbed thin air and she fell back to the ground.

The Saiyan crossed his arm, looking down at her, "What is it now?!"

Bulma held her head, "I need water. I don't know about you Saiyans, but humans dehydrate quite quickly. Oh, and thanks for not catching me!"

"Your race truly is pathetic!" Still he could tell that she was in bad shape. He scoffed; it was almost absurd how little those humans could withstand. Vegeta tapped his scouter and saw that he had been giving access to the pod's system. He pushed a button and the ship slowly hovered of the ground and glided over to them. Vegeta opened the pod and his face darkened.

What an idiot, he sent a one seat-er. I'm gonna fucking kill that guy!

Vegeta leaned in and put his hand beneath the seat, pulling a small box out. He opened it to find a couple of blue spheres and some orange squares, both only slightly bigger than a grape. He took a blue ball offering it to the earthling. She looked at it skeptically, "What is that?"

Vegeta exhaled in annoyance, "It's a hydro spherical. It's concentrated fluid that will provide your body with water. Take it already, if I'd wanted to kill you, I'd find more excruciating ways than to poison you!"

Bulma knew she was running dangerously low on fluid; did he really have a choice? So he took the blue ball and put it in her mouth. The moment she did it fell apart into cool liquid and she swallowed. She could feel the cooling sensation as it ran down her throat. Almost instantaneously she felt replenished, the feeling of thirst vanished and her headache eased. Bulma blinked in surprise. Incredible!

She slowly got up. Vegeta broke one of the orange cubes apart and gave her a quarter, "Here, two of these can feed a Saiyan easily for a week. It's high in nutrition and energy. So that should be just enough for you."

This time Bulma took it without hesitation and she felt the energy flowing back into her body. She felt like she might have the energy to keep her whits about her when facing Frieza, "I feel better now, Thanks." she said plainly.

Vegeta turned his back, "I can hardly bring you back to Frieza half dead."

Bulma scoffed, "How charming, you are a true gentlemen, Vegeta, aren't you!"

The sound of his name made him stiffen. The way she said it, had a strange pronunciation, but melodic at the same time. He shook his head in annoyance. Why was he reacting to her is such a manner?! This had to stop!

Bulma looked inside the pod, "This has to be joke!"

The Saiyan gave her a gruff sigh, "You won't have a choice, believe me I'm not thrilled either. I plan to snap the neck of the imbecile who sent it."

Bulma had the feeling that he wasn't joking and she had to suppress a chill. Vegeta sat into the pod first and gave her a prompting look and Bulma slid inside the ship and sat between his legs. She sat upright, trying not to lean against him. She took a closer look at the control panel and for a moment she forgot everything around her. The scientist in her took over. One look was enough to tell that was more advanced technology than anything they had on earth. She reached out to examine the controls but Vegeta caught her wrist before she could do so.

"Don't you touch anything, understood?" when she didn't answer, he squeezed her wrist hard, "Understood?!"

"Yes, Jeeze, calm down!" Vegeta let her go and punched the launch commands into the controls.

Bulma felt the pod smoothly lifted off the ground. It rose a couple of meters and then suddenly it picked up on speed and shot upwards. Bulma wasn't prepared and the force smashed her back against Vegeta's hard chest. She gasped from the impact and clawed her fingers into his thighs. She felt his muscles and the heat his body was emitting.

The woman was pressed against him and again he smelled her scent. Vegeta couldn't help but to inhale. He felt her soft body up against him, her hands on his thighs. Again the beast inside him stirred. He felt the woman stiffen and to his shock, he noticed that his tail had curled around her waist of it's own accord. What the fuck? Traitor! He huffed realizing if he removed it now, that she would know he didn't mean to grab her, so he held her tight until they broke the atmosphere and there was the release of gravity in the pod. Once he was sure that the sudden lack of force was not going to have her running into the panel in front of them, he quickly pulled his tail back.

His tail had been a bit of a surprise to Bulma, at first it felt like a lover's embrace, then it was a little too tight to be comfortable. She was relieved when it uncoiled from her waist. She turned to ask how long they would be stuck like this, when a computer voice came over the speakers.

"Atmosphere: breached. Deep space mode: activated. Estimated time of arrival: 2 days. Now activating: hyper-sleep mode."

"What's…" A mist sprayed into the pod and before Bulma could ask her question both she and Vegeta were knocked out cold.

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