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Chapter 7: Blast Off To Namek

Bardock and Vegeta walked swiftly down the hall to Dr. Briefs office. Their gold tipped boots clacking against the cool tile. They reached their destination and entered, seeing they were still waiting on a few people. Vegeta took the seat at the head of the long meeting table on the far side of the office. Bardock sat to his right, Dr. Briefs to his left, smoking his pipe with his trusty cat on his shoulder. Vegeta grimaced at seeing the furry creature. Why that thing had to be around at all times was a mystery to him.

They all sat in silence for a while before the door opened and the rest of the elites except for Goku came strolling in and took their seats as well.

"Where's Kakarott I specifically said 'one hour'. Is it that hard to be on time?"

"If you're talking about Goku, then he's on his way. He was at home and wasn't answering Bulma's calls so she went over there to get him King Vegeta." Dr. Briefs spoke between puffs from his pipe.

"I don't care where he was, I just want him here. Now."

No sooner had Vegeta spoke, the door wooshed open revealing a very irritated Bulma dragging a guilty looking Goku in by his gi.

Snickering could be heard around the table as Bulma roughly let go of Goku and none so gently sat in the chair next to her father.

"Nice of you to join us son." Bardock spoke with a bit of sarcasm laced in.

Goku took a seat next to his parents and rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. "Sorry guys, I didn't mean to hold up the meeting."

"What was it that was so important you couldn't be bothered to answer your calls?" Turles asked with a raised brow.

"Oh, well you see Chi and I..."

Bulma walked over and smacked Goku upside the head, silencing him. "You don't want to know."

Raditz smirked evilly. "It seems like you know something, or perhaps...saw something." He winked at Bulma.

Bulma's cheeks turned red and she looked away from the table of Saiyans.

Raditz eyes got wide as he realized what must have happened. "You walked in on them didn't you? You saw Kakarott and his mate doing the deed!"

More laughing could be heard across the table and Bulma kept her head down, not wanting to reveal her cherry red cheeks.

Vegeta covered his face with his hand, not able to keep silent anymore.

"Shut up! All of you! Kakarott, I don't care if you were having the best fuck of your life, the next time you're called, you will come without hesitation." He slammed his fists down on the table, causing it to crack.

Goku looked up to his King sheepishly. "Yes sir, it won't happen again."

"Good. Now if you all are done acting like idiots, I'd like to discuss why I called you all here." Vegeta composed himself and sat back down in his chair.

"I have learned of a way to bring our planet back."

a collective gasp came out of the mouths of all the elites, except Bardock and Gine who had previously heard that part. Bulma pretended to cough to get the King's attention. "Ahem."

"...Thanks to the woman." He added quickly under his breath.

Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and nodded in acceptance.

"On this planet there are seven orbs called the dragon balls. Once they are collected, they can grant any wish."

Silence followed the statement, followed by laughing from Turles, Peppan and Nappa.

"She's messing with you Sire. There's no way that's a real thing!" Turles spoke between cackles.

Goku stood up, not wanting Bulma to get a bad rap.

"She's not lying. They do exist. I've seen them and used them. Bulma and I met while she was searching for them when we were kids."

"Incredible. The human scientist has you wrapped around her weak little finger as well." Peppan snidely remarked.

"Who else do you think is 'wrapped around her weak little finger'?"

Peppan's head snapped over to the sound of the voice to see King Vegeta glaring at her menacingly.

Her face went ghostly pale as she began to backtrack. "W-Well, that's not what I meant sir. I most c-certainly was not referring to you."

"Oh I think you most certainly were. Do you honestly believe your King could be controlled by a weak human woman? Do you think me that weak? How about we find out just how 'weak' I am." Vegeta stood once more, his ki increasing with each breath, anger radiating off of him in waves.

Bulma just scoffed at the comments. Sure she wasn't as physically strong as these brutes, but she easily made up for that with her inner strength and intelligence.

Bardock put a hand on his King's shoulder. "Sire, shall we get back to the task at hand?"

Vegeta snapped his head to the elder elite and upon looking in his eyes, knew this was not the place or time to begin this argument. He took a few deep breaths and brought his power down and sat back in his chair.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, these dragonballs can grant any wish. The woman and I went to visit with the god of this planet who confirmed this. The only issue is the dragon balls on this planet can only grant one wish. If we want to get our planet and people back that will require two. The guardian of the earth is a Namek. He and the other Namek that resides on this planet informed us that there is another set of dragon balls on planet Namek that can grant two wishes. Therefore, I have decided that I will be traveling to Namek to retrieve these dragon balls to revive our planet and people. Once that is accomplished we can seek revenge for their demise and destroy the icejin and their empire. I would like two other elites to accompany me. They will be Kakarott and Turles. We will also be joined by the Namek known as Piccolo. He will be the one to guide us to his planet since his people don't like outsiders to know it's location."

"Excuse me, King Vegeta. Aren't you forgetting someone?" Bulma raised her hand slightly.

"I don't believe I am." Vegeta coldly replied.

"Well I think you are. I'm coming too."

"This mission is much too dangerous for a human. You will stay here and work on developing more ships."

"Yea, I don't think so. You'll probably be taking the ship we're almost done constructing. It's a prototype, and as such, you will need someone who knows everything about it on board in case something happens. Also, I invented the radar that detects dragon balls. You'll need that as well. It wouldn't be smart going into space in a ship you know nothing about with technology you've never used before. You need me."

Silence filled the room while the King clenched his fists and visibly shook. He couldn't believe this woman. Saying he needed her in front of his elites! How dare she say such a thing. The King needs no one! Surely he could figure out how to work everything on his own.

"My King, I think that would be a good idea. Bulma is very knowledgeable about her own inventions and fixing them. It would only be a detriment to not have her along." Bardock suggested.

Another moment of silence ensued before Goku spoke up. "Yea, my dad's right. Bulma's super smart and always figures out what to do."

Vegeta growled out in frustration. "Fine! The woman can come, but you will heed my commands. I will not have you disrespecting me!"

"Of course, when have I not respected you?" Bulma replied, excited to be going on her next adventure.

Everyone sweatdropped at that, even her own father.

"Alright it's settled then. We'll leave once the first proto-type ship is completed. I expect it to be done within the next two weeks. We have no more time to waste." With that Vegeta dismissed them.

Everyone nodded and began to shuffle out of the room.

It was just Bulma, Dr. Briefs and Vegeta left in the room.

"Honey, are you sure you want to take part in this? I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Oh, I'll be fine dad. I've got super strong guys with me, what could happen?" Bulma replied nonchalantly.

The Dr. sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win this battle and just nodded his head and walked out of the office. Bulma started walking right after him but was grabbed harshly by the arm and tugged back inside where Vegeta flung her into a chair and pinned her there.

Bulma froze, momentarily stunned by the action and looked straight into Vegeta's eyes, seeing that he was once again none too happy. What a huge surprise.

"Who the hell do you think you are? That is the last time you undermine my authority in front of the elites. I will not tolerate such disrespect woman."

Bulma didn't back down, she continued her fearless gaze.

"First of all, I'm not disrespecting you. I just feel that you would be making a mistake if you didn't take me along. Secondly, even if I was, what would you do? You've said so yourself that you need me... oh, how did you put it? 'Intact'?" her lips turned up into a slight smirk.

Vegeta roared, picked Bulma up by the arms and slammed her into the nearest wall, effectively knocking the wind out of her.

She coughed and gasped for air as the King stared her down.

"You try my patience woman. This is the last time. Respect me and my authority or you will not like the outcome." He unceremoniously dropped her and turned heel to leave.

Bulma fell to the floor and tried to find her voice. She had meant it to sound strong and fierce. It came out a raspy mess. "I was not disrespecting you asshole, but maybe I should start."

Vegeta froze in place and looked over his shoulder with an evil grin on his face. "I'd like to see you try." He then continued walking out of Dr. Brief's office leaving Bulma in a heap on the floor.


A few days had passed since the meeting with the elites and Bulma had seen hide nor hair of Vegeta. Granted she was holed up in the hangar working on the nearly complete ship with gravity simulator included, but she didn't even see him at breakfast lunch or dinner! Not even passing by in the hallways. She didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to miss his snide remarks, and that sexy smirk of his didn't hurt either. She was still sore about their last encounter but was more curious as to why she hadn't seen him around.

No matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she was starting to grow fond of the seemingly cold hearted bastard. She had a feeling he wasn't as steely as his exterior portrayed, and she was going to bring it out if it was the last thing she did. Bulma knew that now was probably not the best time to be getting interested in a relationship. Especially not one with the King of all assholes, but she couldn't help herself. The heart knows what it wants and Bulma wanted to get to know the flame haired mystery that was Vegeta.

So she continued her work on the control panel on the bridge of the ship while pondering about the Saiyan King. Her music blasting throughout the ship.

Vegeta was in the gravity simulator training with the newly constructed battle droids that Bulma and her father had invented. He had to admit, the idea was genius, but the final product was lacking. He was standing before a smoldering pile of metal and debris at the moment, breathing heavily from his rigorous training. He could now easily train in 75 times gravity and decided to push it up a notch today, realizing that he probably did a little too much. Now that his adrenaline was going down he could definitely feel the aches forming in every muscle over his body. He decided it was a good time to stop for the day. He picked up a few broken bots, knowing what he had to do. He had to speak to the woman. It had been several days at this point and he was doing a fabulous job of avoiding her at all costs. But now it couldn't be helped. He knew Dr. Briefs was in the city for an important meeting, and Bardock and Gine weren't up to speed on how to make or fix these new devices. That left one person he could turn to, the blue haired vixen. The one person he least wanted to see in that moment. With a heavy sigh, he started walking, bots in hand, in the direction of the woman's ki.

He walked through the hangar and was bombarded with what he considered to be a loud shrieking noise, but was actually just Bulma's portable sound system playing some classic rock.

"What the hell is that racket?" He walked around and looked for the woman's signature azure locks, but none were to be found. He honed in on her energy signal and saw she was inside the ship. He ascended the ramp and walked inside the spherical structure, the shrieking sounds getting louder and louder, forcing him to adjust the bots to one arm so he could cover at least one of his ears.

He walked through a corridor that led to an open area with several computer stations and chairs. It was there he spotted her on her back underneath one of the said stations, her shirt riding up, revealing her taut porcelain stomach as she was reaching for something inside a panel.

Vegeta audibly gulped, not that he would have been heard with the cacophany of horrible sounds permeating the space. He dropped the bots on the ground and and steeled his resolve for the ensuing encounter.

"Woman!"

... No response.

"Woman!"

...Still, no movement came showing recognition of his presence. He decided he'd have to go a different route. He followed the source of the horrible sounds to a cube shaped device sitting on top of one the control stations. He walked over, grabbed it and threw it against the wall, shattering the device and silencing it.

"What the hell?" Bulma asked seemingly to herself.

Vegeta inwardly laughed, glad he was able to get the attention he deserved. Bulma slid out from under the control panel, saw Vegeta standing a few feet away from her, jumped in surprise, then her face morphed into anger when she realized it was him that ruined her portable sound system.

"Was that really necessary Vegeta?"

"If you humans had better hearing than it wouldn't be. But as it is, I called for you twice and you didn't respond. I only saw one solution."

Bulma groaned out in frustration, standing up and leaning against the control panel. "Well it's nice of you to finally show your face. I was beginning to think you were crushed in the gravity simulator."

"Tch. Not even gravity can destroy me."

Bulma chuckled a bit. "Full of yourself much?"

Vegeta grunted in response. "I'm not here for idle chit chat. I need you to repair these so called 'battle droids'." He stepped aside and revealed the pile of debris that was once two functioning bots.

Bulma's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. A puddle of oil had begun to form underneath it all on the clean floor of her ship. Her face contorted into one of rage.

"What the hell Vegeta? I just made those!"

"Well you'll need to go back to the drawing board woman. These obviously were not strong enough to keep up with me." His trademark smirk finally made it's appearance.

"Not-Not strong enough...Keep up...with.." Bulma could barely speak she was so angry.

Vegeta meanwhile basked in the glow of her ire. He secretly loved pushing her buttons. Her fire and feisty spirit being a few of her traits he actually found tolerable and dare he say...entertaining.

So while Bulma went on her angry tirade, Vegeta just stood there with a shit eating grin on his face, enjoying every moment.

"That's the last time I try and make something nice for you asshole!" Bulma finished, practically out of breath.

"Well, now that you're done shrieking, I expect new bots by tomorrow morning."

"I don't think so mister! You can't just waltz in here after not speaking to me for days and expect me to drop what I'm doing, which by the way is something you also asked me to do, and just cater to your every whim! I'm not a miracle worker!" When she finished speaking she realized she had inched her way over to him and started poking him in the chest. Vegeta grabbed her hand tightly. Bulma was just waiting for the moment he would blow up in rage.

But it never came. Her eyes met his onyx ones which were staring back intensely. She removed her hand from his grasp and took a step back.

"W-Why have you been avoiding me?" Her arms were crossed, pushing up her breasts, one eyebrow raised waiting for a response.

Vegeta's eyes flashed towards her bust line for a split second before moving back up to her eyes. His own narrowed into slits before he broke his gaze and looked away.

Great, just great. This was exactly why he didn't want to come in contact with her. He knew this conversation topic would come up and he certainly didn't want to tell the woman the real reason he had been avoiding her like a galactic super virus. Each day it was becoming harder and harder to deny the truth. He was still going to fight though, with every thing he had. There was no way he was going to let a woman interfere with his plans for rebuilding his empire and getting revenge on Frieza, there was just no way.

"My reasons are none of your business. You should know that I am rather pre-occupied with my duties as the new King of my people. The last thing I need is a distraction."

Shit. Well, the oozaru's out of the bag now.

"Distraction? Is that what you think I am?" Bulma's face scrunched up in confusion, trying to decipher what exactly that meant, and whether or not she should be upset about it.

"And just how am I a distraction?"

"Oh you know exactly how, little minx."

Bulma moved her hands to her hips, her typical defensive stance. "Excuse me?!"

Vegeta took a step forward. They would have been practically nose to nose if he wasn't just a few inches taller than her. His voice stern but oddly quiet.

"You heard me. Who do you think you are traipsing about in your revealing clothing, acting like you're royalty yourself. Your little shenanigans are getting in the way of me doing what needs to be done."

It was then that Bulma realized she now had some vital information. Vegeta found her attractive. She could definitely use this to her advantage.

Their stare down was broken by Bulma's seductive smirk.

"Oh really? I'm the one that's distracting you? You're doing it to yourself. You're the one looking at me, you're the one letting me get to you. And if I'm not mistaken, you're the one that initiated our two previous rendezvous."

What happened next was a surprise to both parties.

Bulma lifted one hand and placed it flat against his chest, the other went to his mouth where a finger delicately rested against his lips. They were softer than she imagined. On the outside she was the epitome of sex appeal and confidence. On the inside she was shaking like a leaf. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to throw herself at a downright sexy alien King? She was still a virgin after all, did she really want Vegeta to be her first? She always thought that Yamcha would be, but look how that turned out. It was then that Bulma decided. To hell with it, she was going to live a little.

"How about we pick up where we left off?"

She then moved her hand that was resting on his chest, up to his shoulder. Vegeta's eyes widened as Bulmas finger was replaced with her lips. She licked his bottom lip and lightly bit it, creating an opportunity to slip her tongue inside. It was then that Vegeta's self control finally slipped. His tongue began a battle with hers. A fight for dominance that both wanted to win. He began backing her up until her ass hit the control panel. Their hands were everywhere, exploring each others bodies. Bulma groaned as Vegeta moved his hand down to her backside and squeezed. She instantly wrapped both legs around him, and was lifted up into his arms.

They both broke the kiss for some air and looked into each others lust laden eyes.

"Woman. As a man of honor, I must ask if you want this to go any further. If you want to stop, I will respect that. However, once we get to a certain point, I won't be able stop. A Saiyan's physical urges are quite strong."

Bulma continued to gaze into his eyes, a lazy smile gracing her face.

"What's your decision?"

Bulma leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I want this. I want you, King Vegeta." enunciating each syllable of his name before nibbling on his earlobe.

Hearing his name come from her lips in such a seductive whisper sent shock waves of pleasure and anticipation throughout his body. He growled low in approval and smacked her ass before capturing her lips once more.

Bulma began to grind her clothed body up against his while still in his hold. It was driving Vegeta crazy.

He decided to take matters in his own hands and laid her down on the control panel, then ripped her shirt from her body, flinging the destroyed garment across the room.

"Hey! I liked that shirt!" Bulma pouted in protest.

"You're rich, buy a new one." He stated matter of factly. He was just about to rip off her bra as well before Bulma put a stop to it.

"Yea, you're not ripping this one. I'll take it off." She reached behind her back and unhooked the garment, pulling the straps over her arms and flinging it in the same direction as her ripped shirt.

It took Vegeta all of two seconds to admire her perfect form before his hands found their purchase in her perfectly rounded mounds. He massaged them and brushed his thumb over each nipple, causing Bulma to gasp out in pleasure. Vegeta smirked before he bent down and took one of the rosy buds in his mouth, savoring the amazingly sweet taste of her skin. He had never tasted anything like it.

A moan escaped Bulma's mouth and Vegeta smirked against her skin. It was like the most beautiful melody to his ears. He continued his ministrations until he couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be inside of her.

He quickly stood up and rid himself of his training uniform.

Bulma sat up slightly and pouted at the loss of contact, only to see Vegeta in all his naked muscled glory standing before her, lust filled hungry eyes boring into her own. Bulma licked her lips in anticipation.

"Come, make love to me Saiyan." She purred.

Vegeta leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Saiyans don't make love woman. We fuck, we ravage, we take. That's what I'm going to do to you now."

The skin around her ear pimpled in excitement. She moaned at hearing those words.

"Then fuck me King Vegeta."

"Gladly."

He quickly removed the last vestiges of Bulma's clothing before he lined himself up at her entrance, admiring the womanhood of Bulma Briefs. He looked up to her half lidded eyes to see her waiting expectantly. That look was all he needed before he pushed himself inside. However before he could completely fill her he felt something. A barrier. That's when he realized, the woman was a virgin. His eyes widened and snapped back up to the blushing bluenette.

"Woman..."

"I know, and yes I am, but I won't be for long." She purred in response.

Vegeta smirked and chuckled slightly. "This is going to hurt."

Bulma nodded and then felt a stinging ache as he pushed past the barrier and stilled inside of her, letting her get used to his girth.

Bulma winced slightly but once the pain subsided she began bucking her hips, signaling her readiness.

Vegeta then pulled out slowly until just the tip remained inside, then firmly thrust back in, starting a steady pace that had the heiress' heart pounding.

Throughout his short adult life he had had good sex, but those times couldn't even compare to what he was experiencing in this moment. She was like a velvet glove that fit him perfectly, it was nothing short of amazing.

Vegeta increased his pace, noticing how the woman writhing beneath him was enjoying every moment. He decided to shake things up a bit, so he lifted her up with him still inside her and used his arms to bounce her up and down on his cock. Bulma cried out in ecstasy, this new position hitting a spot inside her she never knew she had. She hooked her arms around his neck and held on while Vegeta maneuvered her body, and damn it all if didn't turn her on all the more. She could feel a tightening sensation begin to form in her stomach and then before she knew what happened, she saw stars. Everything went white as pleasure the likes of which she'd never felt coursed through her entire being.

"Vegeta!" His name fell from her lips as her first orgasm ripped through her body.

He could feel it as well. Her inner walls clenched around him causing the most wonderful pressure. He sped up his thrusts, his own pleasure mounting before he grunted out her name and came inside of her shortly after her own release.

He pulled out and set her down in the nearby chair as they both caught their breaths.

"That was..." Bulma panted.

"Yes, it was." Vegeta said shortly, finally realizing what he had just done. He just had sex with the woman that was probably his mate, and he took her virginity no less. It was quite possibly the best sex he'd ever had and he decided then and there that no other man would ever have her. He was her first and he would be her last, even if he decided not to bond with her. No other man would ever touch her, he would make sure of that. He picked up his training uniform and put it back on, and threw the woman's clothing in her direction. He looked up to see her running her fingers through her azure locks with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her after sex glow was intoxicating and he was already becoming aroused again. He knew he had to leave, and fast if he wanted to keep his sanity.

Once he was fully clothed, Vegeta walked over to the heiress and lifted her chin up with his thumb and forefinger so they were eye to eye.

"Woman..." For some reason, the words just wouldn't come to him. He wasn't even sure of what he wanted to say.

Bulma looked into his eyes and saw a softness there, a vulnerability that she hadn't seen before. It was almost as if she could see the wheels in his mind turning.

She smiled softly. "Yes?"

"Don't forget to get those bots fixed by tomorrow morning."

Bulma blinked once before she realized what he just said.

"What?" Her brow furrowed, Vegeta could she was seconds away from exploding in anger, however he just didn't have it in him to be all sentimental at the moment.

"Just because we fucked, doesn't mean you can get out of doing your duties."

Her eyes widened and eyebrows raised up in shock and anger. Bulma stood up now, removing his hand from her face.

"Is that all this was? Just a fleeting moment of pleasure? Did it not mean anything to you?"

Vegeta's eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered what to say.

"My actions speak for themselves...Bulma. As I've mentioned before, Saiyans speak with their actions, not words."

"Well maybe you should start!" She couldn't believe this guy. He couldn't even express that he enjoyed himself mere moments ago? Were all Saiyans like this? Goku certainly seemed to share his thoughts and feelings. Maybe it's just who Vegeta is.

"I don't think so. Don't forget the bots." With that he walked around her and strode out of the ship.

Bulma was fuming. Sure, she wasn't sure what to expect. Vegeta is quite the wild card, but she at least thought he'd say..thanks maybe? Now that she thought about it, Bulma didn't know what she was expecting. He had used her actual name twice today, so that had to mean something right? He also gave her some indication that he enjoyed it without really saying he did. Damn him and his pride.

Once she cooled down, she finished dressing and poked her head out of the ship to make sure no one else was in the hangar. She quickly looked around and found a spare lab coat so she ran to it and threw it over her shoulders then made her way to the house so she could shower.


Several days had passed and it was finally time to leave for Namek. Bulma had checked and rechecked every system on that ship and everything was functioning perfectly. The ship was really a work of art and Bulma had never been more proud of an invention than she was right now.

As she looked out over west city from her balcony, she sighed just thinking about the journey ahead. Piccolo said it would take a month to get there. She'd be in space for a whole month with three aliens, one of which she slept with just a week ago. Even thinking about that day made her mad. She hadn't spoken to him since. They both were avoiding each other at all costs. Bulma had chocked it up to being a mistake. A very passionate and pleasurable mistake, but a mistake none the less. One she didn't plan on repeating.

With one more glance at the beautiful skyline with the sunrise behind it. Bulma went back in her room to finish packing.

An hour later she met everyone at the launchpad next to the courtyard.

"Bulma dear!" Bunny briefs cooed as she ran up to her daughter.

"Hey mom."

"I'm going to miss you! I've packed some food for you from our breakfast this morning." She handed Bulma a capsule.

"Thanks, I'll miss you too mom. Don't worry I'll call and chat now and then."

"Good." Bunny kissed the heiress' cheek and stepped back next to her husband.

"Take care sweetie, and keep in touch." Dr. Briefs said.

"Will do dad."

"Can we cut the sentimental crap and get going already?" A crabby King Vegeta spoke as he walked by the family and up the ramp into the ship. Followed by a silent Piccolo.

Bulma scowled at him.

"Oh, don't worry about him honey, I'm sure he's just excited." Bunny reassured.

"Yea, I'm sure that's it mom."

A little ways away, Goku was saying his goodbyes to his wife and family.

"Bye Chi, I love you and I'll see you soon."

Chi Chi hugged him tight, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Be safe okay? Don't make me worry about you!"

Bardock and Raditz chuckled while Gine smiled at the scene.

"Make us proud son. Bring back our planet and people."

"I will father." Goku patted Bardock on the shoulder before giving him a hug, which took Bardock by surprise.

Vegeta poked his head out of the ship as Turles walked in. "Get your ass in the ship Kakarott!"

Goku just chuckled. "Looks like I gotta go. Bye guys!" He quickly ran up the ramp and smiled at Vegeta as he walked inside.

Vegeta then stood tall as he looked out at his remaining elites, Nappa, Raditz, Peppan, Bardock and Gine.

"I expect that you will watch over our people here until I return. If I find out that any of you were negligent in your duties, there will be hell to pay."

All five of them bowed and said "Yes my King."

"Good." He then turned around and the ramp was pulled in and the hatch closed behind him.

When he walked into the bridge, Bulma was once again going over the navigation controls with Piccolo and setting the coordinates.

"Where's Kakarott and Turles? We should be departing at once."

Bulma turned her head and glared at Vegeta.

"I don't know, probably picking out their rooms. Why don't you go find them, I'm kind of busy here."

Vegeta glared right back at her and growled menacingly. He didn't have time to deal with her antics. with a turn of his heel he left the bridge and wandered through the main corridor.

The hallway curved around as he walked, passing what he figured must be the dining area before he heard voices coming from an open door.

"I'm serious, just a week ago! He joined me for our evening training session reeking of the blue haired girl. I'm not all that surprised though." Turles smirked.

"Wow, Bulma and Vegeta huh? I never would have seen that coming!" Goku was practically speechless.

"Ahem."

Both men froze as Vegeta appeared in the doorway.

"Oh hey Vegeta! Turles was just telling me about you and Bulma. Way to go!"

Turles lowered his head in embarrassment. Goku never did have much tact or common sense in these types of matters.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed to slits. "What I do in my own time is none of your damn business Kakarott. Now will you two stop your gossiping and get to the bridge?"

"Yes sire." Turles bowed and quickly walked out of the room.

"Sure thing Vegeta!" Kakarott smiled as he walked past Vegeta and followed Turles.

Vegeta stood in the cabin for a moment, shaking his head. This is going to be a long...long trip. He then walked out of the room and made his way to the bridge.

Everyone was already seated and fastened in. Bulma looked up when he walked in. "Well? What took you so long? We're all waiting."

Vegeta's eyes shot daggers at the heiress as he took his seat. Once he sat down and got situated he realized this was the chair the woman sat in just a week prior after their encounter. He could still detect a faint wisp of her scent. This mission would be the death of him. He just knew it.

"Okay, all systems are go. Initiating engine start up procedure." Bulma recited as she worked over the controls.

"Take off in three, two, one."

The ships occupants were jolted slightly as the engine came to life and propelled them skywards. They were finally on their way to Namek.