An alarm clock on the bedside table blared loudly in her ear. She was having the most wonderful dream about beach, riding on the back of a majestic horse and a unfamiliar but handsome, muscular shirtless man whispering sweet nothings in her ear. They had earlier fed each other strawberries and he had written her a sonnet about her hair. Groaning exaggeratedly and noting that it was 7 am, she pushed the alarm off, her blue bangs falling in her face. Bulma looked over at the man in her bed, his face pressed deep into the pillow. He would never write her a sonnet about her hair. But he was muscular and shirtless….
She snaked an arm around the warm figure and pressed her forehead into his toned back.
"Vegeta?" She said sweetly.
"What?" He said muffled with annoyance.
"Are you awake?" She shifted closer to him.
"Obviously. Why is the alarm going off? It's Saturday." He lifted his face from the soft fabric and gave her a glare.
"I forgot to turn it off." She proceeded to press her lips on his shoulders, a kiss on his arm, creeping up to his face. "I had a really good dream.."
He smirked. "Was I in it?" He kissed her lightly.
"Could be. I'm not sure." She replied flirtatiously into his lips.
They broke their embrace to only have him slide her underneath his form. "Should I be jealous?" His strong arms were at either side of her body and she could feel his intense heat radiating off his body.
"You could try and make me forget." She teased looking up into his dark eyes. "If you think you can."
Accepting the challenge, Vegeta pressed his lips to hers forcefully, running his strong hands up her sides to under her thin tank top.
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The sun's intense illumination came too soon to a tired and restless Saiyan girl. She rubbed her sore eyes and felt a headache forming after lifting her body from the soft mattress. She immediately felt hungry and assured herself that after dressing, she would go kill something. Putting on her designated armor and stiff boots, she rubbed her face a final time and exited her chambers.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Riane groaned in vexation upon entering the kitchen after being greeted by the insufferably cheery blue haired Earth woman. She was showered and dressed already, her damped teal locks sticking to her face.
The Saiyan was offered a cup of steaming black liquid, and was hit by both a familiar and unfamiliar smell. Her sensitive nose picked up the strange bitter aroma from the cup but a distastefully personal smell was emitted off the human. Apparently there had been some sort of intimate event that had transpired that hadn't completely washed off.
The second odor was uncomfortable and made Riane's stomach clenched at the memories it evoked. She breathed through her mouth instead. She put down the cup on the counter without drinking and responded unfeelingly. "It was adequate."
Bulma sighed heavily. "It's like having two Vegetas. Anyway, if would be possible to put your imagined superiority on hold for a bit, I would like for you to join me my lab today."
"Your lab?"
"Yea. I have a few follow up questions."
Riane had other plans for the day. Entering data she collected, mapping the rest of the homestead, killing more things. But she thought that perhaps it would behoove her to see just how 'advanced' these humans seemed to be with the intel she was provided about Capsule Corporation.
"Fine. I will return shortly. I need to go forage then I will come back and meet you there."
"Okay, your Highness." Bulma said sarcastically. "I apologise that our food is not up to your standards."
"Do not mock the Crown. The only one here that you should address as such is our Prince Vegeta. It is a privilege that you are even in his presence." Riane retorted.
Barf, the blue haired woman thought while taking a large gulp of coffee. Don't suck that royal dick too hard. That's my job.
"I will be in my lab." With that, Bulma got up with a snort and a smirk.
The young woman returned, appeared to have freshly showered and in her armor again. Bulma made a note to get her some more comfortable clothing later.
"Nice of you to join me. I want you to come look at this." She indicated to the blinking screen in front of her.
The Saiyan walked over and gaped at what she saw. Her ship hovered in black and white on the screen. Details were displayed there as well like the diameter and the distance it was to Earth. She had been told the humans were capable of scientific mastery and innovation but this was a surprise. It was then that she looked away and surveyed the room for the first time. Large, metal objects, electrical equipment, various complicated tools and several detailed blueprints were strewn haphazardly around the space. Several beeps and hums filled the echoing building. She was astonished that so much specialized technology existed in one space. Surely this woman was not alone in this. There was no way one person, a human, could be so intelligent.
As her eyes passed over the items that had years of work and dedication attached to them, she came back to the smug, twinkling blue eyes in front of her. Bulma was enjoying the Saiyan's disbelief to this new realization. She was obviously irked by it.
"Oh, did they not tell you? I'm a genius." Bulma smirked triumphantly.
Biting her tongue to discomfort, Riane ignored her statement.
"You have questions for me?" She said while crossing her arms tightly to her chest.
Bulma chuckled to herself at the girl's evident frustration.
"I wanted to know how the Saiyans managed to make such a large ship?"
"With tools and time." She responded matter-of-fact.
Bulma sighed loudly out of exasperation. "Okay, you can drop this attitude. If you want any semblance of productive interaction with my husband, you have to go through me. Now you can either work with me, or you can answer to him for the disrespect you are showing. I can, with all honesty, say that the conversation with me is a lot kinder than what he will do with you."
The Saiyan girl slow blinked reluctantly and decided to appease the Earth woman. With a short exhale through her nose, she began.
"The ship was constructed around the same time that the initial group of unifying Saiyans joined together. It was created to find others in further star systems and provides a strong line of defensive capabilities and cloaking."
"But we both know the Saiyans didn't make it alone. Who helped you?" The older woman asked directly.
"They are still currently helping. A few Saiyans found a world that was comprised of a being that had advanced technological creations. They were weak, their planet was occasionally volatile, and they were targeted by outside forces. We were able to form a truce. In exchange for protection and safety, these beings would help us in our quest to collect more wayward Saiyans to add to our clan. Most of them came on board and still reside there now."
"But Saiyans don't like help. Why them?" She questioned suspiciously.
"They are unique. They pose no threat and ask for very little. They are also mute. We don't even know what they are called. We assume they can communicate to each other through telepathy but we have learned subtle ways of telling them what we need and they to us. Most of the time, we leave them alone and they leave us alone. It has been a beneficial arrangement."
Bulma contemplated the answer. She concluded that the Saiyans were not currently threatening, at least not to their company, and there appeared to be no egregious activity like slavery. She pondered if there were other 'benefits' to these beings for them. "So is there inbreeding?"
Riane wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No. They are incompatible. We also try to treat them with enough respect that they continue to maintain their alliance. Our hubris has been detrimental in the past. We have come to the conclusion that it is better to form alliances than take by force."
Satisfied by the answers so far, Bulma wanted to get to the root of all this. What were the Saiyans really after.
"And what is the end goal?" She asked candidly.
"Excuse me?" She needed this time to collect an answer without giving away classified details.
Not feeling her question was that convoluted, she relented and extrapolated. "What exactly are the Saiyans doing with their time now. There are so many on that ship, so I assume the searching part is nearing its end. What do they wish to accomplish?"
"The majority of our missions outside of looking for our lost comrades is providing a protective service to those that request it. Most in the galaxy that engage in interplanetary trade know that the Saiyan race is quite adept with combat and strength. It has been advantageous to our more skilled soldiers to be commissioned at being the barrier between a safe trade and a deadly one. These transactions also help with bringing awareness to those that are in a more policing position that we are no longer war-hungry, planet purging brutes."
Bulma furrowed her brows lost in thought. The girl's answers made sense. And yet, this all seemed too… logical. Too perfect. It just fit. But something bothered her more. If the Saiyans were essentially now on their best behavior, making a name for themselves, making money, why did they still need Vegeta? They had more than enough bodies. What did it really matter if he was with them or not.
Riane pursed her lips. She didn't give anything of real importance away but she did feel dirty with the whole conversation. Like a child being interrogated by a nosy parent.
"Are my answers to your satisfaction?" She said with a sneer.
"You can leave if you wa-" Bulma didn't get the last of her sentence out before the girl spun on her heel and exited the facility indignantly.
Riane had had about enough of the prying Earth woman. She really needed to go out and kill something. Now.
