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Author's note: Ok, I'm much happier now then last chapter! 32 reviews! Holy balls! Yay! I'm listening to the thong song now. Don't even ask…well, I hope you liked that last chapter…OMG! I JUST FOUND THE PERFECT VEGGIE SONG!!!! WOW!!! YESSSSSS!!!! *clears throat…* Yeah, well, I better stop blabbin' now 'cuz I'm gonna use this song for my next story so I don't wanna give it up now, do I? Hehe. Ooh! Toya! Ok, I'm really gonna shut up now…oh my god, I am watching Fear Factor…uh, gross! Buggies! Yucky!!! On their HEAD!!! EWWWWWW!!! (I'm scarred for life…)
Oh hey? Italics are when Bulma's thinking and ~ blah blah ~ is when Vegeta's thinkin'…
Chapter Five-o
Chichi and 18 were comforting Bulma in the room they had been recently given when they heard a call for "Kakkarot and Krillin" over the P.A. Bulma snarled dangerously.
"That stupid ass probably has to have them shine his shoes he's so spoiled." 18 and Chichi nodded.
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"Kakkarot, I need you and Krillin to tell those bitches that we will be leaving for Vegetasei first thing in the morning and if they don't want to come…I don't give a shit. All three of them are going and that's that." Goku and Krillin looked shocked as Vegeta whirled around to walk out of the room.
"But Vegeta! You know they won't want to come with! Especially Bulma! You can't just force them to go!" Krillin protested. Vegeta turned around slowly.
"Just watch me."
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Krillin and Goku knocked nervously at the door. "I'll get it!" They heard from inside and Goku immediately recognized it as Chichi's. The door swung open to reveal a blank looking, but still beautiful face.
"Uh, what are you guys doing here? I thought Vegeta wanted you?" They could hear Bulma snort from inside.
"Can we come in, Chi?" She nodded and stepped aside. "Uh, have a seat guys." Goku sat down on the floor next to Bulma and Krillin sat next to (take a guess…) 18.
"Hey Bulma?" Krillin started. She looked up at him.
"Hm."
"We have some bad news."
"Oh yay."
"Uh, Prince Vegeta said that…" He winced and looked at Goku warily. "You and 18 and Chichi have to go to…" He lowered his voice, praying they wouldn't hear him and Goku could say it. After all, Goku and Krillin made a deal that Krillin would say it first and Goku would say it second if they didn't hear. "Come with us to Vegetasei." He instantly curled up in a little ball as he and Goku felt the wrath of a one woman storm.
"I WILL NOT GO TO SOME GAY ASS FAG'S PLANET JUST TO BE USED AS SOME FREAK TO LOOK AT AND THEY WILL WANT OUR SMARTS TO MAKE THEIR PLANET BETTER BUT NOTHING CAN DO THAT SO THEY ARE OUT OF LUCK AND I WILL NOT GO TO THAT STUPID PLACE JUST SO I CAN BE USED FOR MY "PURPOSES" AND BE THROWN AWAY BY SOME STUPID FREAK OF A PRINCE WHO SHOULDN'T EVEN BE CALLED A PRINCE BECAUSE HE'S SUCH A GAY ASS FAG!!!!!!!" Breath. "I WILL NOT EVEN TALK TO THAT FREAK AGAIN BECAUSE HE IS SUCH A SPOILED BRAT AND I BET HIS FATHER'S THE SAME WAY AND I CAN'T BECAUSE MY PARENT'S TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO FIND MY PEARL AND IT WILL NOT BE WITH SOME STUPID, RETARDED, MENTALLY INSANE SAIYAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bulma fumed.
"Yeah! What she said." Chichi glared. 18 had her eyes narrowed and Krillin cowering under her stare.
"Uh, Bulma…?" Goku said timidly. "Vegeta said he doesn't care what you think…" (poor, clueless Goku. Has no idea what and what not to say…)
"WELL I DON'T CARE THAT HE WANTS ME TO GO WITH HIM AND I WILL NOT BECAUSE I HAVE A LIFE AND I DON'T NEED TO BE SOME FREAK'S GAY SLAVE ON A PLANET I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW EXSISTED! UGH!!!" Bulma's voice became suddenly quiet and forced.
"I am leaving tonight whether you want me to or not." Krillin raised an unsure eye brow and tried to smile.
"Uh, trust me. You can't leave. You'll never be able too. Seriously. Don't even try because if you don't get out and Vegeta finds you? You better be willing to beg for your life." Bulma laughed coldly.
"You boys don't know me. You would have to drag my cold, dead body away from the exit before I gave up. And I won't die in vain, either."
"Same with me. I am going if Bulma' s going and no one can stop me. Not even you, Goku."
"I'm with Bulma and Chichi. I'm ready to kick some serious ass if I have too to get out of here. You better not be in our way, Krillin."
Goku's face turned stern. "I know you girls are really strong and all, but it won't be enough. We have ten elite officers on here but Vegeta can kick all of their butts, and they can really kick yours. Even if you did somehow stop the elites, Vegeta would be there in a second and he wouldn't go easy on you, that's for sure. I'd have to pry him away from your bleeding bodies. Let's just say he wouldn't be happy."
Bulma sighed in exasperation. "You don't get it, Goku. This is more then just getting away from here, even though that reason alone would drive me to it. It's about living my life like I want to. With the people I love where I can call home. I'm just…" She sat down on the chair next to her. "I'm just afraid that if I go to your planet, I…you're people killed my parents. I guess I could say my people killed our parents. I just can't go with. Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I feel horrible about being friends with you two. I feel like I'm letting my parents down." She reached in her back pocket and pulled out a worn out old piece of paper, Bulma's most prized possession.
"What's that?" Krillin asked gently.
"A note my parents left me before they died."
"Well, what part are you looking at…"
Do not despair, our child, for you can over come anything that you set your mind to. Don't let anyone tell you different.
You are beautiful, our angel. Don't let anyone take your beauty away, outside as well as in. You are special, Bulma, never forget that.
When it comes time for you to choose a mate, don't let your pure heart be stolen by looks alone, for outward beauty will only get you so far. But those with a strong heart and mind will make it in the end.
The saiyans have come. They have destroyed everything, even us. But do not let your heart be hardened with hate. The saiyans are cold and cruel on the outside, but don't let that fool you. Once in a great while, there is a pearl inside an oyster, you just have to get inside the shell. Do not ignore your heart, no matter what it says. Give every man a chance, or you just might regret it. A partner will make you happy, no matter what you may think.
We love you, dearest angel, and always will. We will always be with you, no matter where you are or what you do. In your mind, heart, and soul.
Again, do not let your heart be cold and ruthless, for that isn't who you are. You will find your pearl and be happy, we know you will. We love you with everything we have, and you'll always be our angel. Never, ever give up.
Bulma read the yellowed paper aloud and tried unsuccessfully to keep the tears of pain from falling. She really had no need to read it, she had memorized it long ago. She didn't quite understand what her parents meant by saying that saiyans were hard and cold on the outside but some were actually loving and warm once you got to know them, but now everything was clear. Her best friends had fallen in love with these two saiyans before her and she could not bring herself to take Chichi and 18 away from the ones they loved. She solely decided that she would escape by herself, they would be much happier here then in an old tree house in the middle of nowhere, where they would never find someone to be happy with. Bulma had always felt had a heaviness in her heart, but she had never really trusted herself to look at it. She knew what she had always thought the truth, would hurt. Painfully. And now, even though she had no wanting what so ever, that truth of darkness washed over her like the cold rain, pelting at her open skin.
There was no love for her. Oh sure, she loved Chichi and 18 and would do anything for their happiness and well-being. But no one to hold, no one to tell her he loved her, no one. So leaving Chichi and 18 here would be best. Yes, that would be it.
"Uh, Bulma? Are you alright?" She felt a strong but gentle hand on her shoulder and she snapped herself out of her thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I just…I'm tired. I want to go to bed. Good night." She wiggled out from Goku's grasp and walked briskly into her bed room before they saw her crying.
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Bulma sat in the dark, waiting for the moment when she heard the heavy breathing of her best friends, who she was about to leave forever. She swallowed loudly, driving all thoughts of her old friends and new friends who would wake up to find her missing and they would leave, never to come back again. After all, that Vegeta guy didn't care about anyone. Why would he care if one girl was missing? He had two other ones, just as smart and just as beautiful. Who needs her?
She waited about an hour after the steady breathing of Chichi and 18 filled the room. After ten years of being with these girls night after night, one got to know how light of a sleeper they were. 18 usually slept like a log but Chichi was a little more wary. Bulma had always taken pride in the fact that she was the lightest sleeper, she would wake at the sound of a twig cracking.
She slowly sat up in her bed and grabbed a jacket and a sandwich she had made before with the little food the saiyans had provided. She opened her door and tip-toed out warily, stopping only a second to take one last glance at her best friends, sleeping peacefully, no doubt dreaming of Krillin and Goku. She quickly walked up to the door and opened it quietly, afraid that if she had stayed too long, her emotions would get the better of her and she would give up all hope of escaping.
Bulma closed the door behind her and looked both ways in the dark hallway before gracefully sliding down the hall to the nearest door. It was locked by a hand censor. She looked at it, mentally scanning it for any tamper alarms. She didn't seem to find any so she pulled out a screwdriver and screwed off the nearest panel. She cut a few wires and switched a couple, and the light on the hand censor went on. She screw the panel shut again and typed the password she had seen Goku use before. The door slid silently open.
She had stealthily padded down the next hallway to do the same thing to the other hand censor. That door also slid open with ease. Something wasn't right about this. It was way to easy…
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"You have guards on every door, am I right?" Vegeta asked as he tapped an impatient finger on the dash board of the controls.
Bardock and Radditz nodded. "Yes, sire."
"Good. Make sure you note any sudden activity anywhere."
"Gotch'ya."
"Now, I am going to get some sleep and I better not be disturbed. If they put up a fight, send some elites down there."
"Right. G'night, your highness." Vegeta looked at Bardock dangerously.
"If word goes around that those three are saiyans…I'm going to have to do some serious adjusting around here."
"Yes, your majesty. No one ever need know those girls are saiyan."
"Good. Now I'm going to bed." Vegeta walked out of the room. Bardock looked at his son, Radditz, uncomfortably.
"I just hope anyone doesn't notice they're saiyans. It wouldn't be that hard to spot, that's for sure."
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As Bulma reached the door that led too freedom, she walked up to it carefully. Why weren't there any guards? Something wasn't right…she was getting the paranoid feeling she was being watched. She shrugged it off a bit and began to tamper with the controls of a much more complicated lock then the last three. She couldn't figure how to unlock it! Maybe I'm switching the wrong wires. Here, maybe this will do it…But she felt a hand around her mouth and something grab her arms. But before they got a chance, Bulma bit down hard and while the man whimpered and pulled his hand away, she hastily pushed together the wires, hoping they were the right ones. Voila. The door opened and a cool breeze of air blew her ocean blue hair around. She hadn't felt the wind in such a long time, being stuck in that forest. She took one last, regretful look behind her before she…tried to fly off.
An arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back into the ship. Bulma snarled and brought and elbow back into his stomach, only to be blocked by his other hand. He whispered something into her ear.
"Your going to have to be better then that if you want to get away." He whispered it almost seductively and it made Bulma want to vomit. She smirked as she got an evil idea.
"Your going to have to be very lucky if you want to stop me." She smashed the back of her head into his, making him let go of her and fall down. He held his head and snarled.
"Now you've done it, babe. You are going to be so sorry." He lunged at her and she simply moved over as he flew past her. She had a reputation of doing that.
"What's your name, stupid?" She asked him. He glared at her dangerously.
"Why do you care, bitch? Yamcha's the name, and you better remember that 'cuz I'm not telling you again."
He straightened his stature and walked over to Bulma, who took a fighting pose.
"Come on now. Don't make me hurt you. Your so pretty, I wouldn't want to rearrange your face." Bulma growled and crossed her arms.
"You think you could hurt me? Think again buster. Bring it." He quickly lunged at her again but this time Bulma didn't have any time to move. He punched her in the mouth, drawing blood and sending her flying down the hall. She landed with a thud on the cold, hard steel floor.
"That hurt." She mocked, smirking. "I hope that wasn't the best you can do." She got up and flew into him, punching him over and over in the face. She gave him a good kick in the stomach and jammed her bony elbow into his back. He made a small crater in the steel. She waited a moment and saw that she had defiantly knocked him out. She shook her head and flew backwards out the door.
Flying backward isn't a very smart idea, and Bulma found that out when she flew straight into a hard…something. She winced and turned around. Right in front of her was the saiyans prince himself.
"Speaking of bastards…" Bulma said under her breath but Vegeta heard it anyways. He narrowed his eyes.
"What did you say, woman?" Bulma once again crossed her arms and smiled dully.
"I said, 'speaking of bastards…'."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Bulma's eyes widened as he kicked her heavily (lightly compared to his standards) in the stomach. She flew back a few yards but when she opened her eyes, there he was above her. She saw him smirk as she pounded down on her. Bulma made a much bigger hole then Yamcha did.
Vegeta flew down to see if Bulma was still conscious. He decided she was and pulled up on her arm, forcing her to stand. She moaned in pain as her wobbly legs barely held her up. She was about to collapse when she felt two strong hands grasp her shoulders, holding her an inch or so above the ground, making her frightened eyes even with his. Vegeta could feel Bulma trembling beneath his hands. What was up with this woman? Why was she so afraid after she was so confident before? Hm, who knows and who cares.
"You still want to leave, woman?" She looked away. "You want to leave? I'll let you go right now. You can go out to where ever you came from. Go." He lessened his grip, but didn't drop her.
"I…I don't know…" What's wrong with me? Why am I all scared? I'm supposed to be confident and a loud mouthed bitch! What is wrong? Why can't I just say 'I want to go' and get it over with? I want to go…right?
"I don't have all day. I need my sleep, you know."
What would I do out there? I would waste away into nothing. There's no way I could go back there. I just…can't. Kami, I'm confused. I hate this guy, right? Then WHY CAN'T I LEAVE???? I mean, I do hate him right? Look at him! He's a monster! He's…incredibly hot. Oh my Kami, did I just say that? What is going on? No, he's evil and a monster and…no, stop thinking that!!!
Vegeta was getting a real kick out of watching the little one struggle with herself. ~ Look at her fight her feelings. She says that she should go but I know she doesn't want to. I don't know what possessed her to even dream of leaving but who knows. Look at her. She's so little. I bet I could fit my hands around her waist. She's beautiful…no, bad idea. She's almost full human, Vegeta. Besides, she would have to go through all of the training and…STOP IT. She is not going to be your mate and she will never be your queen, so stop it and focus. ~
"Do you want to leave, woman." Vegeta stated more then questioned. She sighed after a long time and shook her head.
"Ok then. Go back into your room and no one will ever know this." Bulma sighed in relief. She didn't want anyone to know that she had lost it when that prince had just picked her up. He lightly set her down on the ground, forgetting she was still very weak, and she fell into a heap.
"Ouch." Vegeta rolled his eyes and scooped her up and held her in his arms. He was quite amused when her bright blue eyes widened in…well, he wasn't sure what. He took off for the ship. "I can fly. Let me down." He chuckled.
"I don't think so. But if you want to…" He held her out like he was going to drop her and she screamed.
"No, no! Don't! I…so what if I can't fly now. It's your fault. I hurt like hell so lets just go." He pulled her back into his chest and shook his head.
"Woman, technically it's your fault. You're the one who…"
"Yeah, whatever now let's go!"
"Why did you choose to stay?" Vegeta asked as he carried her through the halls. Bulma blushed lightly, thanking Kami it was dark, remembering one of the reasons she had choose to stay.
"I just…I didn't want to leave Chichi and 18, that's all. Why do you even care and why are you even helping me?" Vegeta shrugged.
"Because my father would kill me if I let one of you get away or get hurt." Bulma snorted.
"Well, I hurt so tough cookies." Bulma looked at her door to her room, which he passed.
"Hey, uh, Vegeta, my room's that way." She pointed behind him.
"I know that, stupid." Bulma narrowed her eyes.
"Well then why aren't you bringing me to it, then? Huh?"
"You talk too much. Just shut up and you'll see." She attempted to cross her arms but it hurt too much so she just sat still.
"Fine."
He brought her into a dark and dusty room. Bulma sneezed a few times and then yawned.
"Here." Vegeta said, putting her down on a nearby bed. He walked over to the other corner of a room and she could hear little beeps and clicks of buttons being pushed. She gasped as she heard the sound of air being let out of something and saw a stream of blue-green light shine onto the ceiling. Bulma tried to get up to see, but she almost screamed in pain when she put weight on one foot.
"Vegeta, I think you broke my ankle." She rasped, clutching her ankle, pain riveting through it like needles.
"Woman, I know I broke your ankle." Vegeta chuckled and Bulma scowled.
"I hope some one brakes your ankle someday and you'll know how it feels." Vegeta suddenly turned serious.
"Oh you have no idea what it's like to feel pain. I've had more then my ankle broken." Bulma looked at him strangely.
"What do you mean by that?" He didn't answer, he only picked her up and carried her over to the machine. "Vegeta?" He looked her in the eyes coldly.
"Woman, I don't ask about your private affairs, and you do not ask about mine. Got it?" She was surprised at his sudden defensiveness when they were just kidding. Wait a second, we were kidding around? Am I not suppose to hate this man? His people killed my parents, for crying out loud! I'm confused. Uh, I can't act like this towards him. So nice. I just…his people…my people…our people killed my parents, Chichi's, 18's, and I'm being NICE to him?!? No more.
"I don't care anyways. I've felt pain I'm sure you never had. So just let me go to my room. I'm fine. Let me down." Suddenly, an idea struck his mind.
"Where are you parents?" Vegeta inquired. Bulma snarled.
"Like you said, you don't mess in my business, I don't mess in yours." She had to be cold to him to keep from breaking down in tears. "Just leave me alone." Bulma started to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held on.
"Stop it woman. I need to put you in the re-gen tank. It will heal your ankle and anymore pain you may have."
"I wish." Vegeta looked at her, and then it all became clear. ~ Dear Kami! How could I have been so stupid??? This is Bulma Briefs, daughter of Mr. Briefs, owner of the late Capsule Corp! My father killed her parents. That explains a lot. ~ And then he felt an emotion he had never felt before. He felt upset that his father could do such a thing. Leave a beautiful child all alone at the age of only eight, with out parents. It must have been really hard for her. ~ What are you thinking? You are feeling bad for this…woman??? Vegeta, I think you need to dispose of this beautiful woman as soon as you can. Emotions are only weaknesses. Your father taught you that, didn't he. ~ Vegeta suddenly became very angry. His father had cause way too many unnecessary deaths. He didn't notice Bulma cower under his anger until her muscles tensed up.
"I know how you feel, woman. Don't forget that." He placed her in the re-gen tank. "If you have any paper or anything that you don't want ruined, put it on the table. Bulma carefully pulled out two pieces of paper. Or what looked like two. Little did he know under the two receipts from Gap, was the letter from Bulma's parents. She made sure to hid that, she didn't want Vegeta to know that her parents were dead and she DEFINATLY didn't want him to see the little note she wrote on the back of the paper. Oh, that would be horrible.
Bulma put the letter and the receipts on the table like he said. "Ok, lay down." She did and it was like a bed, soft and silky. The pillow was of pure silk, filled to the bursting point of soft down.
"What is this anyways? How do I know your not going to bury me alive?" Vegeta smirked evilly.
"Good idea…" He laughed as her face light up with shock.
"You wouldn't."
"Your right. I wouldn't. So relax and put the air mask on." She did as she was told and Vegeta shut the top. He set the coordinates for three hours, after all, they only thing that was wrong was a broken ankle. And it was only twelve o'clock anyways. He had about two hours after she woke up to…do anything. Talk, eat, sleep. Something like that. He watched the bluish liquid engulf her and she slowly went into a deep sleep.
Bulma looked too beautiful lying there. It was almost supernatural. Her cerulean blue hair waved softly in the liquid and her face was just…amazing. Her skin was a darkish cream color, a healthy tan when she was in the sun. Her lips were just so lush and…Vegeta shook his head to rid himself of those kind of thoughts.
~ You are the saiyan prince!!! You can't be attracted to much lower class females that aren't even pure saiyan! Uh, just stop thinking about her looks and start thinking about how annoying she can be…and how sexy she can…This is hard. ~
To help himself focus on other things, Vegeta went over to the table where she had put those receipts. He picked them up to look at them when a third piece of paper fell lightly to the floor.
It was old and ripped at the edges, yellowed by age. He carefully opened it up read it. It was a letter to Bulma from her parents. He had to agree on most of the things they said. Yes, she was beautiful and smart and special and… ~ I seriously need to stop this nonsense thinking. ~
He turned it over to see if anything was on the back. There was some bubbly handwriting that looked like it could be that woman's. He started to read it.
"What??"
End.
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Ok, I realize that Vegeta is a little out of character. But it's so hard to write for him! If you have any tips for me or something GIMME THEM. I need ideas, people. Email me or something. Tell me what's wrong with my story, so I can fix it. TELL ME. But be nice about it. I have feelings. Thanks!
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Ja ne!