Hey here is my next chapter. For some reason, I'm not happy with this chapter. Not sure where it is or what just think I should change something. Well, I did rewrite most of the chapter. It was over 10,000 words. Now it's almost 7,000. So I changed it. But I still don't like it for some reason. I can still work with it through.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Bulma and Broly enter the royal training room. Vegeta sneers when he smells him with Bulma. He glares at him as the two makes their way over. The Son brothers are in the middle of a spar. They are pretty even right now, Kakarrot isn't powered up. She smiles as they spar. The younger the Son the stronger they are. The Bluenett walks in the middle of the boys and stops both of their attacks, Kakarrot's fist and Raditz's foot.
"Hey boys, you two can't seem to stop training when you get home." She comments with a smile and a laugh.
"A Saiyan's purpose is to train." Her twin tells her in a bubbly voice.
"You wouldn't know." Raditz adds with a smirk. Bulma simply grips his foot and he begins to whimpers.
"You were saying, Radz?" she asks in a mocking tone as she grips harder. He starts to pull franticly away from her grip.
"Bulma Stop! You will break my foot." He pleads to her in a cry. She doesn't care.
"I don't think I heard that Radz." Bulma acts innocent as she taunts. "Can you say that a little louder?"
"Let go now!" he cries again. Bulma shrugs her shoulders as he tries to pull harder. She even yawns to add more to the pissed off Saiyan.
"No, I'm not listening to you." She says as she looks over at her twin and smiles as if nothing is happening. "Anyway, what are we planning to do now that we are back?"
"I don't know, Vegeta said something about getting you tested." He says as he scratches the back his head. Bulma turns to the prince. He turned when he heard his name.
"Is that right, you're getting my class evaluation?" she as him shocked. Vegeta grunts in response and her face lights up. "I have always wondered what class I am in."
"Now tell me why that buffoon is in my training room." He glares back at Broly. He is given him the same amount of heat back. The Sons turn and look at the new comer they didn't notice come in.
"Vegeta be nice, Broly is a high ranking young Saiyan." She informs him. Kakarrot looks confused and Raditz gets upset. One final yank and he is free from her grasp. The oldest Saiyan stands in front of his sister and glares at him. "What is your guys' problem?"
"Broly and Vegeta don't like each other." Her twin whispered to her. She nods. "He offended him once and we haven't seen him since."
"Everything that breathes offends him." She comments back as she moves Raditz out of the way. "Guys, you need to relax." Bulma shouts at the two older Saiyans.
"Girl, I asked you a question." Vegeta growls out. Bulma doesn't think it's smart to come right out and saying it is the best choice. She looks at Broly and blushes before looking at the ground. Just the thought of matting is messed up to her. Vegeta sees this and starts to rack his brain on why she would blush. "Kami, you can't tell me my Father…" Bulma nods before he can finish. Right now she wishes so hard for the mental link between them both so she can plead with him not to talk.
"Yes and its royal business and should stay our business, Vegeta. If you wish to talk about it, we can talk later." Bulma says in her formal voice and Vegeta gets the clue.
"Sure, but you won't be the only one I will be talking too." He assures her.
"I will enjoy that 'talk'." Broly comments and Raditz growls.
"Knock it off Raditz." Bulma and Vegeta say together. "You're not intimidating."
"I will deal with him later." Vegeta adds. This gets Raditz to move and return to where he was. Bulma takes this time to walk back over to Broly.
"Vegeta, when will you want me?" Bulma asks, not really thinking of how she said it. Vegeta smirks.
"Girl, who ever said I wanted Blue haired offspring?" Bulma turns around and looks at Vegeta questionably.
"Come again, Vegeta." She says.
"You were the one that asked me when I wanted you." Vegeta points out. Bulma takes a second to think. Then she understands. That was the last thing she wanted to say, after all her future mate is next to her. So she does her best to make it look innocent as possible.
"Yeah, when do you want to get me evaluated?" She restates. The prince just shakes his head and continues.
"Right now, you can leave your…Little friend for a few hours, can't you?" he asks in a mocking tone. Bulma looks at Broly.
"Do you mind if I do that, I'm sure there are a lot of things you can do for the rest of the day." She asks. This confuses the two boys. Bulma never would ask someone like that. Broly looks down at her and smiles.
"Sure, I haven't been here for five years. There are a lot of things I need to get caught up on. Just don't let the prince hurt you, he will have to deal with me." He says as he gently grabs her forearm and pulls her closer.
"Vegeta would never hurt my on purpose. It's Vegeta, I trust him with my life." She replies simply. Bulma really isn't use to the sudden closeness but is allowing it because she is going to have to mate him. 'Even that thought seems weird. He is hot and all, but I'm only eleven.' She shakes her head and pulls away from him. Bulma feels some reluctance as she does so. Vegeta has to resist the erg to not rip his arms off for touching her. Bulma starts to lead the three to the door and into the hall.
"Now let go of her so you can do whatever it is you do." Vegeta's voice is sharp and unkind. He can't stand him at all. Broly doesn't like him either, but neither wants to do anything when Bulma is around. He pulls her close again and grabs her chin. Bulma's eyes grow big as he leans down with his eyes closed. Her heart starts to race as he inches closer fast. The prince is about o make a move, but isn't fast enough. Broly gives her a kiss on the forehead and smiles at he pulls away with a smile. Broly caresses her face.
"I am looking forward to getting to know someone as beautiful as you." He says before letting her go and walking down the hall. Bulma's heart is still racing as Vegeta grabs her arm and drags her down the hall in the other direction. She is still in shock; she came so close to having her first kiss. The awkward part was Vegeta watching.
"I can walk." She sounds off.
"Good, I have to talk to you." He says as he lets go of her arm and crosses his. "Why are you fine with this? You are only eleven; you shouldn't be letting yourself getting set in arrange matings." His words are sharp but not meant to hurt the girl.
"Not like I can change it. Your father's word is finally." She tells him. "I'm just glad he is hot and strong." She adds with a smile. "I could have been paired up with someone ugly or weak." Vegeta's face drops.
"You think that walking pile of garbage attractive?" he asks flabbergasted.
"Hey, he is one hot Saiyan." Bulma defends herself. "Have you seen his power level? It's amazing." She can see how badly he doesn't like this. So Bulma will play this up a bit more. "Plus, I can't even image that abs of his. Nice and hard as a rock." Vegeta puts his hand up in the air and shuts her up.
"Enough, I don't want to hear that vulgar coming out of your mouth about him again." He sounds very disgusted. She smirks in victory. "Now you need to know that he isn't trust worthy, girl." He changes it quickly.
"You're just upset it's him and not you." Bulma says carelessly. Vegeta's mouth tenses up at her comment. He trying not to tell her she is right.
"Nonsense, Broly has done things even I wouldn't do." He tells her. Bulma scoffs.
"Like kiss me." She says.
"Who said I wouldn't kiss you?" Vegeta asks suspiciously and Bulma laugh.
"Whatever, Vegeta. I know you are just trying to prove me wrong." She waves him off and starts walking again. "Now where are we headed?" Vegeta shakes his head and starts walking again.
"We are going to the training center of Vegeta." He tells her.
"Doesn't that require flying?" Bulma asks sheepishly.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Vegeta ask mockingly. Bulma starts to rub the back of her head and looks to the floor.
"I kind of can't fly." She admits. The prince starts to laugh.
"A Saiyan saying can't. That is funny." He mocks her.
"I have only flown once and that didn't count." Bulma defends quickly. "I haven't even attempted ever again."
"Wow, a Saiyan princess that is afraid of flying." The high prince mocks her more. When she doesn't even deny it, he stops laughing. They get to a door that leads to the garden and Vegeta smirks. He opens the door and drags Bulma out. She makes a sound of surprise as he pulls her close to him. She is mere inches from his face. "Well, then I will teach you how to fly. Your poor excuse of a father will get it later." He says in a very husky voice. The feeling of his breath on Bulma's face makes her heart beat faster. The prince feels it and to be honest his is beating faster too, but Bulma can't feel it over her own. It's begins to be hard to breath. The door shuts behind them and they stay like that for what seems like forever. Bulma stares into Vegeta's black eyes and gets lost in them. They are not cold and dark like the rest of the Saiyans on Vegeta. There is something else in them.
Vegeta has been lost in her deep ocean eyes. They are like a sea of emotion. No Saiyan has eyes like her, and that isn't just because no other Saiyan have blue eyes. She isn't afraid to show it at least around him. The prince has this erg to move his head forward, but he doesn't allow it. 'Why does this girl have such an effect on me?' he asks himself. Vegeta's hands move from her arms to her waist and they move closer than either one planned. Bulma begins to blush a bright red as their faces get closer. This isn't normal for her to be this close to someone, especially the prince. Vegeta moves his lips to her ear and whispers into them.
"Are you ready?" he asks and Bulma has to force herself not to move to his husky voice. 'This can't be happening. I'm not supposed to be doing this with him. I'm betrothed to someone else and besides my job is to make him the legendry and that's it. I can't allow myself to do this.' Her brain races and starts to make her feel sick. Vegeta watches her gulp when he pulls his face to right in front of hers.
He is arguing with himself as well, but differently. 'She is so timid near me, the girl hasn't figured out to control her emotions yet. Should I continue on or should we just go? It will be fun to see how far I can take this and learn how much the girl likes me or I can just drop it.' The prince rests his forehead on hers and watches her eyes widen in shock. She doesn't understand. When he starts to move his mouth, all she can do is close her eyes. Her body has lost control of everything. Vegeta finishes smirking at the girl who has completely lost it. He had made up his mind. His feet leave the ground and he shoots up into the air. Bulma gains control of her body and she wraps both her legs and arms around the pride prince. He really gave her a scare.
"How dare you!?" she shouts shaky. All he does in hold her close and fly off to the main training center of Vegeta.
It will take them ten quick minutes to get to the center. Normally, a Saiyan child would be sent here for school. Bulma never went because the royals forbid it. Vegeta couldn't care less. She is now a part of his team and he will not have her not used to her full ability. At least, that is what he will tell them. He is holding her close as he flies like he normally does.
"You want to learn how to fly?" he asks. Bulma slowly looks up at his face.
"No, I'm fine right now." She says quickly. Bulma doesn't want him to drop her.
"I don't care. Now you are going to have to unwrap your legs from my waist unless you want to know where that leads." He says with a smirk. Bulma instantly lets go of him and his hands grab her by the waist and flip her around so her back is flushed to his chest before she falls away from him. "Now, you need to learn to fly before getting there. The instructors will mock you even if you are a princess and word will spread." Bulma nods as she tries not to panic.
"Just don't let me get hurt, Vegeta." She pleads to him. Vegeta never heard the girl sound this scared. He holds her closer and tighter.
"I won't. I promise on my honor." His words assure her. "Now you need to breath and push you ki around you." Bulma closes her eyes and does as she is told. Vegeta breaths in as he begins to feel a warm feeling cover her body. It's oddly comforting to him. "Wrong ki." He tells her sharply. Bulma stops and the warmth leave him fast. "There needs to be a mix of the negative and positive." He says less rudely. The prince isn't use to having to have use patience. "Now let's try it again." He says the best he can without sounding snappy. Bulma closes her eyes again and focuses. In a matter of moments Vegeta begins to feel her ki surround her, this time it isn't as warm as before.
The prince smirks to himself as he slowly moves his arms from the girl's body. Bulma is too focused to notice it, but she is flying without Vegeta's help. He moves himself complete away from her and watches her float there in the sky.
"Now push that ki to your feet and guide yourself forward." He says. Bulma takes a moment to do as he says, but she does it slowly. "Decent girl, but you are really slow." Vegeta comments to her in his normal sarcastic voice. Bulma opens her eyes again and turns her head upward to look for the prince who isn't there. When she doesn't see him, the girl starts to panic. Her ki stops moving and she begins to fall. Vegeta's heart drops as he watches her fall. He reacts without thinking as he swoops down and catches her bridal style. Bulma instantly wraps her arms around his neck and bury her face into his neck. Instead the typical smirk, Vegeta is looking her over for any bruises that she could have gotten in the ten foot drop. He knows it is impossible for her to get bruises from the air, but he still looks.
"That wasn't nice, Vegeta." She whispers into his neck. The breath tickles him.
"Your fine. Now let's get you to the training center. No more flying lessons at ten thousand feet." He comments before flying off. There is silence for the rest of the trip. Bulma is clinging to him for dear life and Vegeta is mentally yelling at himself. Why, He doesn't understand that himself.
They get to the front door and sets Bulma on the ground carefully. Just in time an older Saiyan man walks out and is followed by a line of young Saiyan children. Everyone is quiet as they line up before him waiting for his next instruction. Bulma watches the obeisance the young Saiyans have. All of them are looking in front of them, not looking at anything. Their backs are straight and arms by their side.
"They are the finish product of the academy. They will be leaving to join the army, most likely the force in Frieza's army." Vegeta tells her. "They learn have to behave and follow instruction from their commanding officers and how to honor their royals. I get called here from time to time to drill them." He finishes with a smirk. Bulma can't take her eyes off of them. There is something about this group of young Saiyans.
"How old are they, Vegeta?" her voice is quite and makes him uneasy. When her voice is quite something is normally off.
"These are the six and seven year olds." He tells her in a whisper back. She nods and her eyes fix on a Saiyan boy. His hair is short and he is in a black set of train spandex.
"What do the colors mean? I see Red, Purple, Blue, and Black." She asks him.
"They are rank here, Purple third class, Red second class, Black first class, and Blue elite." He answers her. "After graduating, a Saiyans color doesn't matter."Bulma nods and continue to stare at the young boy. There is something about the boy and she can't figure it. Vegeta walks forward and looks at Bulma's eyes. They seem to be unfocused. The prince is confused; her reaches out and touch her shoulder to see if touch can stop this.
Bulma's vision clouds and she is back into her black void. She sighs and looks around. Going into here is annoying to her. A rip appears in front of her and there is a field on the other side. The curious girl walks into the rip and looks around. It seems like a peaceful place. She takes in a breath and smells the flowers in the distance. In the distance Bulma feels a group of Saiyan energies they have started to fly towards her. 'Where am I? The past, future or vision?' She sighs and closes her eyes. 'Let's see if I can do this again.' Her body starts to change. Bulma's hair turns black and short. She grows two feet. The last thing to alter is her clothes, long black spandex pants and simple saiyaness armor vest. Now she looks like a normal saiyaness.
Bulma opens her eyes and she begins to feel a strong sensation running through her veins. She begins to feel her own ki level rise. 'My body must be adapting to my future self.' She concludes quickly. 'Pretty decent strength level.' She smirks. The groups comes close and lands in front of her. All of them are on the defensives towards her.
"Who are you and where did you come from?" the one with the strongest power level asks. He looks like an older version of the boy in the blue training spandex. He looks like he is fourteen, a young Saiyan adult. Now she thinks of it, all of them are from that group of Saiyans. "Answer me." He says as he charges a ki blast and has the others circle her in a flash. Bulma laughs. "I wouldn't be laughing in your position. We are among the elite class and we can overpower you in seconds." Bulma laughs more. None of them are wearing scouters but they all ready know she is suppressing her ki level.
"You think you're so tough." Bulma laughs. The kid glares at her.
"You sound like you don't you don't believe me." The kid says in a growl. Bulma laughs harder. "You are weak; I'm surprised you lived this long in the war." He says.
"You are an ignorant fool. Who are you fighting for? The rebels or the PTO?" she ask when she stops laughing.
"I know what side you're on. The rebels don't call themselves rebels." The one of the other kids shouts at her. The leader of the group body stiffs and the other kid shuts his mouth. Bulma smirks; he just got scolded for speaking out.
"Oh really what do they call themselves?" she asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he scoffs.
"Come on and try me. It won't hurt." Bulma taunts. The boy sighs after she stares him down with a smirk on her face.
"We call ourselves the Valkyries." He informs her. Bulma thinks for a second. Her starts to starch her head. All of the kids look at her; they have only seen one family do that.
"Doesn't that mean wish fulfiller or to chose in an Earth language?" she asks. The boy nods his head.
"Yes, we chose to end the tyrants' rain and create a peaceful universe where people aren't dying because they are weak." He says proudly. Bulma laughs again, this time it for the wit. "Don't you dare mock it?"
"I'm not, it was very clever." Bulma informs them. "I love it." Everyone looks at her like she lost it.
"You're not on their side, are you?" he asks. She stops laughing and looks at him.
"Kind of but I'm not obedient to him." She tells him simply.
"So you are a part of the small group of Saiyans that denied the Prince's call for blood?" he asks angered.
"Vegeta called for blood?" Bulma asks in curiosity.
"You know what I'm talking about. You are a part of Frieza's mockery and you will pay." He says before charging her. Bulma holds her hand in the air, charged with her white ki, and she grabs his hand. Everyone is stunned, even the boy at Bulma's speed. "What…"
"Never judge someone by how they look kid." She tells him before gathering up her ki and pushing him away from him, only to back where he was standing. She lets her ki rise just to see the expressions on the young Saiyans faces. "Someone that looks fragile and weak may not be. Or may be on the other side, doesn't mean they are in agreement to them. You never know who your allies are and not." Bulma tells them. She thinks back to the Spy on Frieza's ship. The boy stands up and wipes his mouth clean of blood.
"So you are in Valkyrie?" he asks confused.
"I am not, but I can assure you am I no enemy of yours." She tells him. "How's your lip?"
"Fine, didn't realize your strength was that high." He tells her. Bulma nods.
"Yeah, it is something I just acquired, its temporary." Bulma confesses.
"How is strength like this temporary?" a girl asks.
"It's a long story, but let's just says I'm not a normal Saiyaness." She laughs out. "If you really want to know, Ask the head Valkyrie herself, Bulma." The kids gasp, but the boy shuts them all down from talking.
"We will." He says simply. Bulma is beginning to think something is going on.
"Well, I need to leave my pretties. Behave for Vegeta and the Sons." She says before starting to walk towards the boy.
"Where are you going, you can't leave this planet without transportation." The boy says in a laughing matter. Bulma just smirks. 'Time to freak these kiddies out.' Bulma waves her hand as she walks.
"I told you, I'm not normal. You can ask Vegeta himself, he will agree with me." She tells them. Then a rip in space between her and the boy appears. On the other side of the rip is Bulma's familiar black void. "See you later, I'm sure." Bulma tells the shock kids. Her hair turns blue again and she returns to her normal height after walking into the rip. She waves her hand again and the rip closes. All of the elite kids don't know how to explain that.
"DO you enjoy scaring little kids?" Bulma laughs as she turns around to see the spy behind her.
"I wonder why I would see you." She smiles at her. "And no, but they called me weak."
"If you did that to everyone that called you weak, the future would be a messed up place." She comments in a bored tone.
"Someone not enjoying their job following Frieza's every order?" Bulma ask sarcastically.
"I don't know, you tell me. I'm guessing you just got to the academy with Vegeta." Bulma nods. "Your first time back from his floating boat of beatings." The Son scratches the back of her head as she laugh nervously.
"When do they stop? They are really bothering my schedule." She asks.
"Soon, you won't have to deal with him much longer." The spy tells her. "And soon you won't need our help anymore."
"Good, I don't like bringing brought here." She informs her. "Now tell me, how did they read my ki level?" Bulma asks. "I haven't figured it out yet."
"Simple, it is expanding your ki out." She says.
"Can you be more descriptive?" she asks annoyed.
"Best way to learn it is by blinding someone and telling them to extend their ki out in heat from." She says. Bulma nods in understanding.
"I get it." She comments.
"Soon they won't need to be blinded or extend ki out. Their minds will adapt to it after some training." The spy adds.
"Ok, is there any reason why I'm still here?" Bulma points over her shoulder. "Vegeta is having me tested in a second."
"No, it was only to tell you how to start training them." Bulma nods and waves her hand again. A rip appears and there is a frozen picture of her and Vegeta. His hand on her shoulder and he is looking into her eyes. His eyes show a hint of worry. "He cares for you, you know that." Bulma scoffs.
"No he doesn't, he just tried to kill me a few minutes ago." Bulma tells her with attitude. "Now see you later." She waves her goodbye and walks back into the present. Seconds later Bulma is staring into Vegeta's black eyes. She smiles. "Hey Vegeta."
"What happened?" he asks as his eyes narrow.
"Just seeing the future again. These Saiyans are prefect. I want to try something though." She tells him with a smirk. "I want to test them." Vegeta nods.
"That's good. Ok, then let's go." He says as he starts to walk over to the older Saiyan. Bulma follows close behind. Her eyes still staring at the boy in blue. They walk into view and all of the Saiyan children and one by one they all bow at the prince. The older one sees this and turns around to see the two royals, but only recognizing one. He bows in respect.
"My High Prince." Vegeta nods and all of them rise.
"This is Princess Bulma of the south. She will take the class over for a bit, and then we will require you afterward." He tells him. The man looks at Bulma and bows before getting out of the way. Bulma smiles at the group of young Saiyans. Something is different than in the future. They are so stiff and afraid to make eye contact. She can feel their ki levels are shaky. The one in the blue is the most.
"First of all, I want to tell you all that how I do things are different then what you are use to." She informs them. "So this will test you on trusting and relying on your leaders." None of them relax. So Bulma relax her shoulders and stops acting like how she was told to in public, but instead of how she acts with her family and Vegeta. "Stop with this soldier act, you're not soldiers. You are Saiyan children. Act like it." Bulma tells them. The only ones that do as she says are the ones in purple. There are five in this group: two purple, one in red, one in black, and one in blue. Bulma sighs. "I told you to relax. Now you are going to ignore you princess?" she gets all of them to relax except the one in blue. She shakes her head and walks up to the one in blue. "What is your name, Kid?"
"Zorn, Princess Bulma." He tells her in a flat voice as he doesn't look at her.
"Bulma, call me Bulma." She tells him.
"Pardon me, but it is respectful to address you with your title." He tells her.
"Look kid, I get your used to be tested in how long you can be respectful and all that crap. I can tell you are the best of the best based on your color. But when you are told to relax by a royal, you do so before they get mad and blast you to the next dimension." She threatens him. He nods.
"Yes, Bulma." He says while still avoiding her eyes.
"Look me in the eyes, that is the only from of respect I require from you." She tells him. He slowly turns his gaze to her and looks her in the eyes. He sees the innocent attempt to calm him and he beings to. "Good." She smiles. "That was your first test; you do not have to act like there is a stick up your ass when you are around me." Vegeta chuckles at hearing this. "Oh grow up, man." She sighs before starting to walk the line. "Now I want to see how you follow instructions." She stops in front of both of the purple dressed Saiyans. "I guess you all have mental links." She says to both of them. The one in black start to talk and Bulma holds up her hand to quite him. "I asked them, do not interrupt them. It is not kind." She tells him without looking over.
"Yes." The girl answers her. Bulma knows her; she was one of the kids that spoke out to her.
"Good, now I want you all to follow the instruction of Zorn, he will be your drill sergeant for the rest of the day." She announces. Apparently this is unheard of, having a child run the group training. The older one is about to jump in and Vegeta stops him.
"Give her a second, she has her reasoning." He tells him.
"You will be a strong group, but you all seem off from what you need to be. So I will start giving some of my time to get you up to pare." Bulma says. "Now go and finish today's training, Zorn." She waves him off and turns around as all of them start to fly off.
"We normally don't let them direct themselves unless they are children of high ranking Saiyans, my princess." Bulma glares at him.
"I don't care, that boy has promise and I won't let it slip by. If you have a problem about my leadership training then you and I can tango. But I really don't think you will enjoy the end results of that sir." Bulma tells him bitterly.
"Miss, I haven't seen you here before. Are you trained?" he asks trying not to be offense. Vegeta starts to laugh as he steps back.
"Yes, in fact I have. By Bardock and Vegeta. Got any other questions? I would love to answer them for you." She says sarcastically.
"I was just saying I haven't seen you here, Princess. Have you been tested?" he asks.
"That is why I'm here, but I don't like you. You have almost destroyed Vegeta's future finest by not seeing those ten years into the future. You're a trainer and a Saiyan, we think that far ahead. Unless you are unfit for the job. I can take it from you with no problem." Bulma says in a smirk.
"I did not mean any distre…" Bulma can't stand him anymore.
"Shut up. I'm pissed at you because your lack of not planning ahead. The two you have in third class are considerable strong for their group. And Zorn has great leadership skills, they all respect him and he has great honor for his family and royalty. Isn't that what are leaders need?" Bulma starts to raise her voice.
"Well, um…" he stutters and Vegeta laughs more.
"Those children will help end the rule of the Icejin's and you didn't care." Her ki starts to rise. She is so pissed at him. Getting back from the vision, she thought there are where they on track. She growls and starts walking off. Vegeta follows her into the building where she calms back down. The room is a training room, many different Saiyans running around in lines or getting drilled in pushups and things like that.
"This is the strengthen area." Vegeta points to the door with a C on it. "That room is Cardio." Then to one with an E. "And that's endurance." Bulma nods.
"So where are we headed. I really don't want to do anything except that." She informs him.
"Sure, that is why you chewed out him." He says sarcastically.
"Hey, that had to do with Vegeta's future. I couldn't let that man stop our freedom." He rolls his eyes as a man starts walking over to them. The Saiyan's hair is He bows and greets the prince.
"A pleasure to see you my prince." He says. Vegeta nods his head and the man rises. "Princess Bulma." He greets her.
"We need to speak with you privately." Vegeta tells him.
"Well, come this way." The man leads them into another room. Nothing marks the door to tell Bulma where she is going. The man leads them down a hall to a door at the end. The room looks like his office. 'He must be the boss around here.' She concludes. "What can I do for you my prince?" he asks.
"She needs to be tested." He is start forward. The man looks at Bulma and nods.
"Ok, one second, let me pull up her profile." He says before turning and sitting at his desk and a start working on an older version of the computer than what Bulma is use to. After a moment of tapping sounds, he sighs. "I'm afraid I cannot test her." He says as he starts the tap the desk. Vegeta just stands there with his arms crossed waiting for him to explain. Meanwhile, Bulma is trying not to jump on the other side of the desk and look for herself. "She has a simple no testing or training as of her 1st birthday. The explanation says she will need to be trained by her father due to her special gift." He reads off. Bulma sighs and runs her fingers through hair.
"Why does my foresight get in the way of everything? I can't even get through a simple area full of people without going off." She starts to pace.
"I will be over riding that order. She is an adult now and she was just placed on my squad and I need to be aware of her limitations as her commanding leader." Vegeta tells him in a simple tone. Bulma turns around and looks hopeful.
"That will work? You can seriously over step your father and my father's order?" Bulma asks.
"I don't can if I can, I will. I will not send you to do something that you cannot handle." He says. The man starts to type way and sighs.
"I don't think it will work." He says doubtful. Vegeta glares at the man.
"Then do it off the books, I just need to be aware of her limits. And I need it now." His voice is commanding.
"You can have her go to the room and give then this note." The man says as he writes a note on paper. Bulma raise her brow at him.
"A little retro you think?" she asks a little snotty. The man laughs.
"I trust this over anything new coming out." That comment makes Bulma not like him one bit. Vegeta smirks as he takes the note.
"What don't you trust about them?" she asks in a growl. He looks at her lost for her sudden anger.
"Everything just seems so breakable and anyone can get into the files and steal information." Vegeta starts to laugh to himself as Bulma's face turns red.
"So are you saying the person that makes then is stupid and can't figure out how to make a reliable system?" she asks and makes the man creped out.
"I never said that…" he says. Vegeta grabs Bulma shoulder and pulls her to the door.
"As much as I would enjoy watching you rip him to sheds, you need to wait until your testing." He says. Bulma starts to control herself as they walk down the hall the one of the rooms. Vegeta drags a still fuming Bulma through the network of halls that she won't remember later.
"How dare he…" She seethes out.
"Shut up, it doesn't matter right now." He tells her as he drags her into another door. This is a room that looks like the other side of an interrogation room, on the other side of a two way window, mirror. There is a group of scientists Bulma doesn't know, which is odd. She thought she knew all of them. They all are talking and stuffing their faces. Which reminds her, she and Vegeta haven't eaten much today. One of them turns around and gasps upon seeing both of them.
"High Prince Vegeta and princess Bulma." He half shouts before bowing, it makes everyone to turn around and bow. Bulma has to reframe from laughing at the sight of frighten Saiyans who's mouths are full of food. One saiyan walks up to him and Vegeta gives him the note. He reads it and turns around and tells the others to get ready for a testing.
"Now, this will start off like a normal training session with you and I. then they will throw in some scenario into it, in which testing endurance, strength, loyalty, and for you leadership." Vegeta tells her firmly. A female scientist walks up to them.
"Could you please follow me?" she asks, Bulma follows her to the door next to the window and she walks through. The woman returns to Vegeta. "You are not need."
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Since she hasn't been trained by us, we will only be taking in her level." The saiyaness explains to him. Vegeta nods. "And we are going to have to ask you to leave, it is confidential."
"I don't think so, I will be right here. I asked for it and I will be right here." Vegeta tells her firmly. She doesn't fight with him as he walks over to the window were all the scientists are sitting around controls and scanners.
"Now Princess Bulma, we will start reading your power level now." A voice tells her. Bulma nods to show she heard them and one of them presses a button. On the window, numbers start racking up. They stop at a third class level. Vegeta smirks at this; he knows the girl normally holds her level here. The scientists look at each other and scratch their heads. Vegeta walks over to the one in front of the microphone and takes it.
"Girl, stop screwing with them and stop surprising it. These idiots aren't familiar with that concept Bulma laughs and closes her eyes. She didn't take in the fact that they can't read her hiding ki, like she can. When the numbers rise again the scientists take a breath. They didn't want to fix the system. The numbers move faster and faster.
"This is just like how Vegeta's was during his test." One scientist comments.
"Better be, I have been training her." He interjects. When the window starts to crack, Vegeta laughs. "Yep, just like mine." Right then the window breaks and the numbers stop moving. "You really need to update this system to be able to handle higher power levels." He says as he looks at a stun Bulma.
"What the hell happened?" she asks as she points to the now broken window.
"You just proved my point." Vegeta tells her. "Now we can go." She shrugs her shoulders and hops through the window and leaves with the prince.