CHAPTER 25
"Holy…shit."
The sun was high as Bulma surveyed the ship. It was massive. It had multiple levels big enough to fit the remainder of the Saiyan population left on the planet. The outside was dirty, but not in bad shape, no holes or large bends in the metal. It seemed structurally sound for the most part, but there was no way Bulma was going to be able to fix this thing in a day. Or a week. Or maybe even a month. The look on her face was telling, and Vegeta hid a smirk when he watched as she eyes the monstrosity in front of her.
"Can I go ahead, Vegeta?" She waited for his approval, and he gave her a nod. Before she took off he turned to her and under his breath spoke, "Watch your back. I don't trust anyone here." She nodded, and took off towards the ship. A group of Saiyans that stood guard over the ship watched as she climbed about it, and jotted down notes, symbols, diagrams, and formulas. Her writing was foreign to them, and they had no idea what she was scribbling down. Vegeta stood off to the side with his eyes trained on her, to make sure that she was out of harm's way if any jealous Saiyans came around to challenge her.
Four Saiyans came from the outside of the hangar bay, and looked as Bulma pulled off control panels, and climbed inside the ship's internal hardware. "Damn this thing is huge." She was unaware of the new Saiyans that joined their visit, but Vegeta made sure to make it known that he was watching. They looked angered that this woman—this human woman—was given the opportunity to best them at their own proficiency. "I can't believe the King would agree to this travesty—what could she know anyway?" Vegeta heard them mutter to themselves, but he took no action. Let them wallow in their own idiocy when this 'human female' would indeed fix their mistakes—at least Vegeta hoped so.
"Holy fucking mother of—shit…"
Vegeta heard her rant, and walked to the panel and looked up in effort to see her. All he could see was wiring, cables, a fiber optic network, and just a mess of cobwebs and dirt. He could hear her moving about within the confines of the ship's underbelly, but he couldn't pinpoint her exact location. He poked his head inside to look around, at the same time she popped out of nowhere, dropping her head from the hole, upside down which visibly really startled Vegeta. He flinched back and smacked the back of his head on the rim of the opening. "Damn it woman?!" He rubbed his head as he regained his composure from her unintentional scare. She giggled, "Don't be such a nervous nelly, Vegeta!" He sneered and sucked his teeth at Bulma. "Just tell me what you have found you impossible woman!"
She gritted her teeth, "Too soon buddy…I need to look on the inside. But from what I saw just in this limited part of the ship near the engines—there's nothing incapacitating it—at least back here."
Vegeta was able to calm the nerves that she managed to jump on all at once, "Go on."
She popped out the hole and landed to the ground, her eyes immediately making eye contact with the 4 supposed scientists in charge of fixing the ship. "Ummm…who are they?"
The King was present, and walked up to the duo when he heard her speaking to Vegeta in her native tongue. She was going to make sure her synopsis wasn't overheard for them to side skirt them, and leave them high and dry. Not that she had one—yet. Vegeta would just blow the planet up if they did, but why ad all the unnecessary altercations?
"They're the so-called scientists that can't get the ship in order."
Bulma nodded, "I see…" Their glares pierced through her, but she shrugged it off. She was next to the strongest person on the planet, by far, and hopefully he'd interject himself if shit got hairy. She sighed as she eyed the massive ship.
"…anyways…I won't know anything conclusive until I get power into it. Even then, there might be a million reasons to make the ship inoperable." She stared at him as he internalized her brief synopsis. Vegeta smirked, "Well, isn't it just a damn coincidence that I have someone in my debt that knows how to troubleshoot and fix these things in records time?" Her face turned unamused as she tilted her head, narrowed her eyes, and sucked her teeth. "Is that so…?" He nodded. "Aren't geniuses attracted to such puzzles? I figured I found you a present." She rolled her eyes, "Yeah…you sure know how to lay it on thick Vegeta." They both turned to the scientists that stood around as if forced, but became much more attentive when their Prince yelled to them.
"You, all of you, who is the lead on this project?" The 4 ran up to him and bowed. The female was the first to speak. "Your Highness, it's an honor—" She was cut off immediately by Vegeta who wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "Keep your idle chatter to yourself. Answer the question." One of the male Saiyans came forward, "We are all equally responsible for the ship, your Highness." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "So the 4 of you, collectively, can't figure this out? What kind of morons leave their best engineers in another solar system prior to completing your task?" They tried to answer, but there really wasn't a satisfactory answer.
As they yammered among themselves, Bulma decided she wanted to look inside the ship instead of outside for now. She walked over to a panel by the door, and pulled it off to reveal a mess of wires that looked as if they'd been hotwired together—badly. She went to another panel—same thing. This continued for 2 other panels. She shook her head and laughed at the shitty work by the scientists. They are stupid, aren't they.
She made her way back to the door, and reached through the mess to grab for a dusty grey wire, white wire, and a red wire. She cut and spliced them together. "Hold on to your asses…" Her turn of phrase caught everyone's attention, and was understandable to Vegeta—he's gotten used to her vernacular although quite vulgar. The other Saiyans however, not so much, as she purposely allowed her words to interpret into their own language. "What do our asses have to do with this that we must hold them?" Vegeta smiled. So stupid.
Their collective stammering was cut short by the hum of the ship's door as it opened. This was a feat that took them 15-20 minutes at best with everyone working to open the door using separate panels to do so. They had to sequentially hardwire the ship in 4 different spots in order to get the door to open, and here Bulma was able to do it on her own—and they didn't even notice how she did it. She turned her head and looked to Vegeta, "Ta-daaaaa!" Bulma spun back around, and made her way up the ramp before turning to Vegeta, "Shall we?" Vegeta walked behind her as she led the way into the ship.
The King followed and motioned for the scientists to follow suit. The female was the last to enter—her eyes trained on Bulma hard. The King was impressed, and he looked in distaste at his scientists. The scientists went to leave, but were stopped by the King. "You shall stay and learn." They all swallowed hard. He was not happy that a human female bested his scientists in under 10 minutes with the ship. In under 10 minutes this human accomplished more than they had in just under a decade. Vegeta was indulging himself in the splendor of the scene in front of him. Humiliating a King wasn't something many got to do, but he did, and it felt great.
Bulma pulled a floor panel away from the main controls and dropped into the deck below the ship. They could hear her banging away on stuff inside as the ship blinked and shed very low lighting. The auxiliary power was being converted in an unstable manner, and the low lights flickered and dimmed erratically. They watched as Bulma flung chunks of twisted metal from the ship. Things long broken, in need of repair, overlooked, and just not needed. She popped out from the panel, and made her way to another panel to the inside door of the ship. She popped off the cover, and yanked out the wires. The Saiyans all watched as she fiddled with the tangles mess of wires, and popped two from the circuit panel. "She's destroying the ship, your Majesty! Such carelessness cannot be allowed!"
The King raised his hand, "Silence."
The female Saiyan looked a bit shocked, then nodded and shut her mouth. It was plain to see that she wanted to tear Bulma's head off. How dare a human woman best her superiority! She looked to her comrades, and they all had the same look—they wanted to pummel the human. Even though the Saiyans all had very little knowledge of working physics or engineering, and only knew of things self-taught—and badly at that—they still felt superior to Bulma.
It was dark and stuffy. The air was stale, and the smell was void of pleasant. Bulma made her way to the controls, and looked them over. "Vegeta…I need your help please." He walked to her which surprised the scientists. This woman needed Vegeta regarding this ship? How smart was he in these subjects that she needed him now? Bulma turned off her translator. "I don't know the meaning of these symbols." Bulma learned quite a lot from their own ship, but this ship dwarfed theirs. Dwarfed it by a LOT. There were more options here, and abilities that were present here unavailable to them. Vegeta pointed them out to her.
He quickly went over them with her, and she picked it up right away…she was a genius after all. He pointed to the last symbol, alongside a level, "Artillery." Bulma looked at him, "This ship has weaponry?" He nodded, "Yes, but compared to one of Frieza's warships, they are quite useless." Bulma understood. While this ship was large, and harnessed a combat option, taking one of Frieza's warships head on would be like bringing a dull spoon to a gun fight.
Vegeta retreated from the controls as Bulma pressed away at the various buttons. She tilted her head at all the writing scrolling by her on the screen, and pursed her lips. She fiddled with her bracer hoping that the translator had a read function, and it did. Instantly the words were transcribed inside of the shield covering her face. She recorded everything. After the last line was read, she turned it off, and made her way to the back of the ship. It had 3 levels, but right now, she needed to remain where the guts were.
Vegeta kept a distant eye on her, and watched as she opened a floor panel and made her way inside towards the rear engines. He was interrupted from his cautious watch by his father. "I wish to go down there as well. I would like to see what prevented this ship from leaving the planet after its arrival." The King didn't need to ask any permission from Vegeta; he was the King after all. However, he would be in close proximity to Vegeta's companion, therefore he wanted his intention heard before Vegeta aborted the whole endeavor and left them stranded for good. Vegeta looked away, and then walked back to the front of the ship. He didn't say no, so the King made his way to the decks below.
Bulma climbed around the ship's insides like a little spider monkey as she inspected everything. She illuminated her suit a bit to allow for more ambient light. She didn't turn on the additional auxiliary lights not knowing what the ship could handle. She worked steadily in her inspections, and paid no mind to her surroundings until she had turned, and was face to face with the King. She stepped back at the same time he raised his hand to her in truce. "I am only here to spectate. Nothing more." Bulma squinted her eyes, and turned her translator on, "Fine." She knew that if Vegeta disapproved, that the King would've never made it down there.
She continued fiddling with shit, banging on shit, poking shit, and kicking shit. "I don't understand."
Her audible confession peaked the King's attention. "If I may…understand what?"
Bulma turned hesitantly, as if deciding whether or not to trust him with any information. It didn't matter much though, because she knew the intelligence of the scientists wouldn't have a chance to use her synopsis at this point to magically fix anything. Plus, his face…it was worn with stress, and she could see in his eyes that he really wanted off this fucking planet. She sighed, and the King saw her bring down a bit of her wall of reservation. "This. I don't understand this." She pointed around. "There are signs damage from overuse, yes, and that can be fixed. But I…" She trailed off.
The King finished her sentence, "…you aren't sure what caused the ship to become inoperable in the first place." Bulma nodded. They both sat in the bellows of the ship for a little while, pondering, and questioning inside their heads. Bulma stood with her arms crossed, and looked up the King to see his face twisted in a puzzled expression. The, something caught her eye just over his head. He saw her change in facial expression, uncrossed his arms, and perked up a bit nervous to her sudden change. "What is it?"
"Wait a minute…what is that?" She was talking to herself as she walked towards the King. He stepped away from her path, and she flew up to a dark recessed part of the ship's mainframe. A small, almost undiscernible tiny light blinked faintly. She brought a light up to the computer and began traced the circuit. Quickly, she flew past the King, up through the floor and back onto the main deck. He sudden appearance got Vegeta's attention, as well as the other Saiyans on board. She walked back over to the controls, ripped off the front panel, and laid down inside. Her initial small look inside turned into her crawling all the way in and surveying the entire operation. This peaked Vegeta's curiosity as he watched her almost disappear into the mess.
He made his way to her, "What did you find?" Vegeta was now standing next to her feet as they poked out the control panel. He heard a faint voice come from the inside, "I'm not quite sure just yet…hold on…" She fiddled and moved back and forth between the lower deck, and the control panel, and then she expanded her search to every access panel in the ship. Vegeta squatted down over her exposed ankles with one arm resting on the ledge, and the other on the floor next to her leg as he peered inside. He watched as she pointed her finger along a circuit, following it along, and then tracing another, and another. He tapped her thigh with his finger to get her attention, as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze. He lifted his brow in a curious manner, using facial cues to ask what she discovered without having to say the words. "I know Vegeta…just…I need more time because I am not sure what I am looking at yet." He scrunched up his face, and picked himself up to lean against the panel awaiting her verdict.
Bulma eventually scooted out of the panel, and began to go through the electronic manifest of the ship. She opened files, dug through operating system programs, and downloaded many files that governed the ship's ability to run. When she finished there, she was back down on the other floor. The King was now back on deck as he watched her go back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth until it made his head rock. Each time she would emerge, her face would be more and more perplexed—yet determined. Hours passed, and she worked hard. Her fervor to figure out the issue with the ship kept her very busy, and they could all see it in her eyes that she was loving this challenge. She went to each deck, into each and every crawlspace, and every single access point of the ship's interior. Her work ethic was strong, much stronger than the Saiyans in charge of the ship it looked. Speaking of which, they had made themselves very quiet during the entire time spent on board.
The King stood by Vegeta—but not too close—and struck up a conversation he knew would be totally one-sided. "She sure provides an immeasurable utility I see." Vegeta's eyes were closed, his arms and legs crossed as he leaned against the wall. He remained silent, and the King sighed in defeat. He made his way towards the back of the ship, but was halted by Vegeta's voice. "She does." Their one small moment of exchange was broken by Bulma who had a worried look on her face. Vegeta pushed himself from the wall as she walked right up next to him.
Bulma turned her translator off so the Saiyans couldn't understand her.
Vegeta grumbled, "Woman, explain yourself…"
"We need to talk—in private…and maybe you should allow him to hear." She nodded towards the King. Vegeta scoffed. "Why the Hell should I let him hear anything that you should say, especially information you deem 'privileged'?"
She sighed, "I think the ship has been sabotaged." He narrowed his gaze at her, and then looked to the King. "Vegeta, it's obvious that he knows nothing of this. His motivation has been the same since we got here, we both know that. He might have details that would help us figure out why this happened." Bulma argued a damn good point, but Vegeta rejected it. "No. I don't care if he knows or not." Bulma brought her hands to her hips, and began to raise her voice, "I thought it was you who wanted to 'play ball' or was that my space madness getting to me again?!"
They were bickering back and forth, and the King watched them argue and disagree about something he couldn't understand. He raised his eyebrows, and exhaled.
"Vegeta do you want my help or not, because if you do you have to trust me!" Vegeta got back in her face and raised his voice back. "Woman, you have one job, and this is it. You are not here to decide who gets to know what." Bulma leaned in and raised her voice even higher, but with a much deeper, angrier tone. "The point is, Vegeta, that he might have information that I need to accomplish the task which you so admirably befallen to me to complete for you!"
They remained silent, just starring bullets into the other until Vegeta resigned, "Fine. Have it your way." He looked at his father, "We are done for today. She will come back after she rests—this planet does not adhere to her normal circadian rhythms, and this ship is far too big to diagnose in just the matter of just hours." Everyone heard Vegeta speak about Bulma's 'flaw' for being a human, and the statement was believable enough not to raise any concern for her discovered knowledge. One by one they exited the ship, as Bulma shut the door, and jammed the lock so no other could breach it while she was away.
Vegeta turned to his father, "I wish to see this place in its entirety while we wait for Bulma to recover her strength." Bulma took a step back, and in an instant, they all watched her teleport out. It was only after Bulma teleported away did the scientists leave, but not together as they had come. One in particular parted particularly fast which did not go unnoticed by Vegeta—or the King. They remained in front of the ship in silence, as Vegeta eyed his dad. The King nodded, "Let's not keep you waiting. Where do you wish to start?"
Vegeta and the King arrived in the throne room alone, as they shut the giant door behind them. Vegeta walked around to make sure there were no prying eyes which he found none. It was safe to talk here, only one way in, and one way out. "You can reveal yourself, we are alone." Instantly after Vegeta's statement Bulma appeared as she turned off the cloaking ability of her suit. She teleported here for a reason.
She walked up to them both as she switched on her translator. "Ok, I'll get straight on with it. King Vegeta, do you have, or have you ever suspected anyone of deceit in your ranks?"
The King narrowed his eyes at her, "What do you speak of, a traitor?" Bulma nodded. "I know this will be hard to believe, but..." Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Will you just get on with it already?!" She eyed him, and then looked back to the King. "…there is a circuit that has been introduced in the recess of the ship that has no connection to any other equipment of function. I think it was purposely placed there to scramble the ship useless." The King looked at her in disbelief. "You claim that someone sabotaged the ship after its final trip here? Purposely?" Bulma nodded. "I do."
King Vegeta stood quiet as he digested her hypothesis. Then he laughed, loudly. "So someone purposely stranded us, and themselves here?" Bulma shrugged her shoulders, "I can't assume why, but I am positive that this is exactly why your ship won't run. I also found a program imbedded deep inside the ship's mainframe that is inhibiting the engines to work…like a computer virus." Vegeta interrupted, "Then why didn't you remove it to test your hypothesis?" She smiled, "I figured you'd ask that. If I removed it, we would lose a fantastic opportunity to find out who did it, and why."
The King looked at Bulma in disbelief, and then to his son, and then back to her. "This can't be possible. There is nothing to gain by keeping us stranded on this rock!" He was angry at her accusation that he had a traitor in his midst, and she understood why. There wasn't a lot of them left here, so the ones that were became exceptionally close. Vegeta crossed his arms, and against his deepest desire he questioned Bulma, which only supported the King's opinion. "What goal could possibly be achieved by keeping a ship inoperable for such an extended period of time?" Bulma pointed her index finger at Vegeta and winked, "I knew you'd ask that too! It's simple. The plan failed."
They both blinked, and blinked again. "I can't believe this. You're out of your damn mind woman." The King was flustered, and began to pace. Bulma placed her fists on her hips and continued, "No, I am not out of my mind. When I traced the unit, it wasn't connected to anything else except for the mainframe. With the mainframe disengaged, and the fuel cells purposely depleted, there was no way to engage the engines."
King Vegeta stopped his pacing, and turned to her, as did Vegeta. "So what are you claiming?"
Bulma put her hands together. "Whoever developed the scrambler forgot to integrate it with the ship's auxiliary systems, or the file they used to circumvent the engines is corrupt. Once they shut the door and turned the ship off, they had no way to access it again. They accidentally technologically sealed themselves out." She was awarded blank stares from both the King and Prince.
"Really, hear me out. They lost control of the ship, unintentionally, and whoever wrote the program is obviously not here anymore to fix it. Your scientists might, and I stress MIGHT had been able to get the ship running, but there was no way for them to get the ship operational."
The King stood stunned at Bulma's ability to diagnose the ship in 7 hours. Vegeta was very impressed—extremely impressed—and he made a mental note to never try to outsmart her in the field of technology, ever. "I cannot believe my ears. Someone had a plan to disable the ship, even if only temporarily, but their lack of knowledge backfired on them? That sounds ridiculous." The King grew angry at such a ploy unravelling right under his face. Bulma could sense his anger, and Vegeta just watched him stew. The King approached Bulma, "Tell me. Can you find out who did this?"
Bulma nodded, "I believe so, but that will take me some time. I think I can create a device to link into the scrambler, and ping the remote it is tied too. There must be a remote if the person responsible was able to shut it down from the outside, once everyone was off the ship. We just have to hope it wasn't destroyed. Chances are it has been kept hidden all this time in case the ship was finally accessed—or the file was corrected—or both." The King inquired. "Do you possess such ability to correct a corrupt file?" Bulma smiled from ear to ear, "I can do that in my sleep…but a file of the magnitude might take days because if the programs I have to learn first—in Saiyan."
Vegeta interrupted with a smirk on his face and a swagger in his step.
"I never said we'd find your traitor, only to repair your ship. I do not approve such a device to be commissioned." He turned to Bulma, "Fix the ship, get it running, get the coordinates, and we leave." Bulma lowered her head, shaking it to herself. Vegeta was such a vindictive asshole.
The King spun furious at his son's lack of empathy—as if that wasn't predictable. "What is it you want from me? You've already spilled my blood, you've bested me by the age of 5, so now you just want to watch this place suffer?" The King balled his fists in rage. "You blame me for things that I am not guilty for, and never was, but still I accept it as if I did do those terrible things to you." He walked over to his son, who still had a look of epic satisfaction over his face. "Do you want me to fall to my knees and beg for your mercy? Is that what you want?!"
Vegeta grinned, "It's a start." They were face-to-face now, and Bulma could see the impending brawl about to start.
I'll regret this for sure.
She teleported in between them, and pushed them apart. "Not here, not now, both of you just stop!" She turned to Vegeta, "I'm making the device." She turned to the King, "If I find out that there are no coordinates on that ship, I'll blow it up myself." She backed away from them both, crossing her arms, and scolding them like teenagers, "Besides, without me you both get nothing!" She pointed at Vegeta, "You won't get your coordinates…" She twisted and pointed at the King, "…and you don't get a functional ship with the added bonus of confronting your traitor!"
She had them both by the balls, figuratively.
Vegeta marched up to her, and grabbed her by the neck. He wasn't being overly forceful, but just enough pressure to convey his distaste in her methods. "Woman, if you think my patience was thin before…" She cut him off, "Kill me right now, and you'll be stuck here for good." She picked up her bracer, and waved it in front of his face. On the display was a diagram of their own vessel with the word 'disengaged' on it. Vegeta's eyes shot back to Bulma, who looked less than amused at Vegeta.
"You left me for 15 days…did you think I wasn't going to secure the ship in case I was found or captured?" She pressed another button, and Vegeta's hand was repelled by her shields. He couldn't penetrate them anymore, not without her allowing for it. She whispered to him, low and in the calm tone that often rendered him sane, "Damn it Vegeta, think long term here. This is an opportunity, I know you see it, so enough with the games. You'll get whatever vengeance you are looking for—but after this is over. This will benefit you, and you know it."
Vegeta inhaled deeply as his face was riddled with anger, but to Bulma's surprise the anger turned into amusement. "Very clever…I'll give you that." He turned and walked away from her as he headed towards the door. He spoke to his father without making any contact as he walked away. "You'll get your device." He did look to Bulma, "You can end your defense against me woman. I have no intention to further this altercation." He opened the door and left.
Bulma exhaled deep. She closed her eyes, and scratched her head up until she realized the King was still there, watching her. Their eyes met as he walked towards her stopping an arm's length in front of her. "If you can accomplish what you claim, I will be in your debt until the last breath leaves my body." Bulma said nothing, but nodded in agreement. As the King left the room, he turned and looked at the blue haired woman. "I don't know what power you hold over my son, but I see it suits him well." With that he was gone, and Bulma teleported herself back to the ship. She had work to do, and she needed to begin as soon as possible.
Vegeta remained at the capitol during their time on the planet. Only 2 days had passed since he had his meeting with Bulma and his father, yet what was left of the kingdom bustled and operated as normal. He inspected everything, made note of those who looked the most suspicious in gaining from the ship's inability to fly—which was actually impossible—but he tried. The residents were getting somewhat used to the Saiyan Prince among their community once again. Most avoided him like a plague, and others would size him up from the corners of their eye. Only few went toe to toe with him—and lost—which was a strong message received by others wanting to step up to the plate. Word on the street was the Prince was not to be messed with unless an instant death was what was sought. It was also quite known that if anyone fucked with the blue haired human, they would also pay with their lives.
Bulma remained at their now seemingly tiny ship for the most part, only going to the broken Saiyan vessel when she needed to inspect or gather some more data without seeming suspicious. There were several times where she feigned knowledge to throw off the other scientists. She had a feeling one of them knew something, and she was confident that if she acted as if she 'was stuck' it would buy her time to uncover whatever rouse was buried long ago. It worked as they began to mock her abilities behind her back when she would act dumb to throw off her increasing knowledge of the ship. She even stole a portable computer from the Saiyan ship without their knowledge. She needed something to write code on, and her Earth laptop wasn't about to read alien interfaces—just yet.
Bulma had just awoken to the dark skies of the evening, and began her quest to build her device and decipher more code. The 32 hour Saiyan days were screwing with her sleep schedule, and she did her best to work for as long as possible, and as accurately as possible to accomplish her tasks. She stretched as she pulled out the computer, and began going through lines and lines of code. Hours would pass, and when her eyes were strained form this task, she would focus her attention to the device she had planned. It wasn't going to be for sure that it would discover anything at all, but she had to try. All the while her mind would wander to a certain Saiyan whom she'd hadn't seen in days. I wonder what he's been up to.
Vegeta stood in a room he commandeered during his extended stay, and sat on the windowsill as he stared out into the night sky. It was very quiet on this planet, which was a attribute he'd long forgotten. It wasn't often he'd arrive on a planet to the sound of silence. Usually he'd arrive to the sounds of screams and pleas for mercy, only to leave the planet in a deathly wake of destruction. He closed his eyes. His death on Namek may had absolved his crimes, but the memories would haunt him forever. Maybe death was actually his peace, and coming back to life only to relive these flashbacks was truly his own personal Hell. His mind wandered to Bulma, and his dark thoughts dissipated away. At least if he was experiencing his own personal Hell, he was allowed moments of solace for the few right things he did in the end. I wonder how she is progressing.
A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
Who could this be…
Cautiously, he walked to the door and opened it to reveal 2 Saiyan females—2 very attractive Saiyan females in long robes—standing at his door. "May we come in, your Highness?" Vegeta squinted his eyes, but moved to allow them to enter the room. He crossed his arms as they closed the door behind them, and questioned, "What do you want?"
The girls faced him and grinned. "Your lordship, we have heard of your return to us, and in your time here we feel that you are entitled to a hero's welcome." They both pulled their waistband's away and dropped their robes to the floor. They stood naked in front of Vegeta showing off their perfect physiques, their muscular forms, their perfect breasts, and well-rounded hips and bottoms.
Each woman grabbed one of Vegeta's hands and led his towards the bed. "Anything you want your highness—anything at all—for as long as you want it." The second woman chimed in, "The rougher and rawer—the better." Vegeta raised a lone eyebrow at this interesting turn of events.
It wasn't everyday he was offered a free-for-all threesome with 2 beautiful women of his own race.