A New Way of Life
Chapter 3
They finally reached the slave quarters. Psychlon gently shoved her inside the very cramped room and hit a few buttons on the wall, locking the door-like contraption. *Ugh, don't they have any heaters in this place?*
She sat down in a corner, hugging herself for warmth. *I wonder how Goku and the others are doing? Have they wished Tien and Yamucha back to life yet with the Dragonballs? Yamucha...* Tears began to well up in her eyes; she simply let them fall thinking a good cry would do her some good. She looked around to see other natives of her planet crying, as well. *This just isn't fair!*
~*~ A week later...
"Your majesty, we are five minutes away from landing on Vegetasei."
"I know that, baka.", Vegeta commented crudely as he gestured to the red planet outside the ship's window.
"Of course, your highness. Forgive me."
Vegeta gave him a short "Hmph" and waved his hand for the warrior to leave.
~*~
"Slaves, we are about to land on Vegetasei. Get in four lines; fifty slaves in each. Anyone who is not in a line in fifteen minutes, when we land, will die."
All of the Chikyuujin looked up at the intercom and began getting in four lines.
"What an asshole! We aren't slaves! Who does he think he is?!", Bulma screamed up at the intercom knowing no one could hear her besides the other "slaves" in the room.
Within a few minutes, every human was in one of the four lines standing silent. All except Bulma, that is. "I'm not getting in line! Ha, they can't order me around!"
"What did you say, little one?"
Bulma slowly turned around to see Psychlon standing with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her.
"Umm... I said that I can't find a line!" Bulma laughed nervously.
Psychlon pointed to line four with only fourty-nine members in it.
"Yes, of course. I believe that's my line! Heh heh."
She quickly walked over to the end of the line and stood silent. Suddenly, the ship shook and came to a stop. *Guess we're on my new 'home'... but for how long will I live to be here?*
Bulma noticed Psychlon get down on one knee while speaking to someone. She couldn't hear the conversation though. *I wanna hear who that monkey is talking to!* She walked a little further out to the side to catch a glimpse of who Psychlon was talking to. *Ohhh... Prince Vegeta.* Vegeta glanced over at Bulma who caught his attention standing out of line. *Oh, shit! He saw me standing out of line! I'm gonna die!*
The Prince smirked, "Hello, B-B-Bulma. You're out of line, care to die?"
"N-n-no."
"THEN GET BACK IN LINE, MORON!"
She quickly ran back to the end of the line, although dying didn't seem like that bad of an idea compared to living on this hell hole. Not to mention, the Prince when the prince became king, he'd have even more control over her life.
"Okay, Psychlon," Vegeta started, "Kill every slave with blonde hair and bring the remaining slaves out to the field."
"Yes, sir."
The Prince of Vegeta-sei exited the room while Psychlon walked over to the first line. Unfortunately, the first girl in line had blonde hair. He raised a finger at her head and shot a quick blast at the unexpecting woman. He continued down the first line killing every blonde, then continued on through the other lines. Bulma noticed the man in front of her had blonde hair. *Oh no, he's going to die... how cruel these monkies are!* Psychlon soon came to the man in front of Bulma who was cowering in fear of his fate. Bulma turned her head; she just couldn't watch him come to his death just as the others had. When she looked on the ground at the dead blonde man, she gagged at the sight.
"You monster! How dare you kill these innocent people?!", she shouted at Psychlon.
"Shut up, woman, or I'll kill you, too."
She gulped and stared down at the ground, teary-eyed.
~*~
"Those of you slaves remaining will be lead towards the palace to sign up for a job on this planet, your new home.", Vegeta explained to the Chikyuujin who were either sobbing or scared stiff. Who wouldn't be scared of that Prince of Tyrants?
A girl, looking to be in her 20's or so, came out to the field to lead them to the royal palace. She looked like an orange Piccolo, and had yellow long hair. Bulma ran up next to her, curious of her origin, "Excuse me, it's obvious you are not a Saiyajin, so may I ask, what are you?"
The girl smiled and opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. She walked on for a few minutes, then said, "I am a Caltahjin. I was brought here from my home planet, Caltahsei, because they thought me useful and hardworking."
"Did they conquer your planet, too?"
"No. Well, yes. They said I was the only one who wasn't totally worthless and then they destroyed my planet..", the girl's voice trailed off.
Bulma placed her hand on the Caltahjin's shoulder and consoled, "I'm sorry."
The girl smiled and continued walking.
Bulma, the girl, and the other Chikyuujin soon reached the palace. Everyone, besides the Caltahjin girl, stared up in awe. The palace was so beautiful. It was very tall and wide and was gold all around with many trees providing shade.
The Caltahjin girl lead them to a room inside the palace and told them to line up in one long line. Bulma got in the front of the line and a soldier standing on the left side of the room handed her a clipboard with many career options on a sheet of paper.
"Check which one you want, slave. And don't forget to put your name beside your choosing."
She skimmed down through the sheet... Medical Assistant, Computer Technician... *Ah, here we are. Science Engineering.* She checked off the box beside Science Engineering and wrote her name beside it, then passed the clipboard to a woman behind her. After everyone was done choosing their careers, soldiers on both sides of the room reviewed the paper.
"Bulma Briefs, Margie Kyoki, and Sientu Wethars, come with me.", a soldier ordered while gesturing for the three humans to follow him.
They walked through many halls and finally reached a tall, metal door to which, Bulma guessed, was the Science Engineering section. The soldier punched in some numbers on the alarm-like system imbedded in the wall. The door opened revealing a very large room with doors all over the walls.
"The door on the far-right side is the laboratory. Each morning, your assignments for the day will be hanging on the wall inside the lab. The door on the far-left is the restrooms, provided with the essentials such as a shower, sink, toilet, etc. The other doors are apartments for our scientists. I'm sure you weaklings can find a room; only two people per room or pay the consequences.", with that, the soldier left leaving the three Chikyuusei natives to settle in their surroundings.
~*~
"B...B...B..." Vegeta skimmed through the career sign-up sheet. "Ah, here we go. Bulma Briefs - Science Engineering. She looks too stupid to have signed up for that career. Well, I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on that section of the palace." He smirked a little then hung the clipboard back up on the wall and left the room.
Days passed and they were all the same for Bulma. Wake up at 6:30 AM, take a shower along with the other scientists which, not to mention, provided hardly any privacy. Then, get dressed and be in the lab by 8:00 AM. Work until lunchbreak at noon, then be back in the lab by 1:00 PM. Work some more until 6:00 PM and then go back to the apartment and be asleep by 10:00 PM. Everyday, Vegeta would stalk in and start a fight with Bulma. She was beginning to think he enjoyed seeing her angry.
Bulma was quite the hero and well-respected by the other scientists. They all knew of her genius abilities in the sciences. She brought many capsules with her before leaving Chikyuusei such as a television, DVDs, radio, clothing, etc. Although being on a different planet, she felt somewhat at home with some of her belongings.
~*~
"The new-and-improved Universal Translator should only take me a few more days before it's complete with the languages of the races that were left out."
"Well, Bulma, get to work. The King wants us to try it out on one of the newly-added planets, Mujahnrsei. We've just added it to the Saiyajin Empire.", Psychlon was definately not one of the patient Saiyajins. Not that any of them were.
"Yeah, yeah. Patience is a virtue.", she replied and giggled a little before returning to her work.
~*~
"WHAT?! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
"Calm down, you little brat. You WILL go."
"NO, YOU MORON! I WILL NOT GO TO SOME WEAKLING PLANET WITH THAT IDIOT BULMA! She can bring Psychlon with her to test out the Universal Translator." Vegeta was furious. His father expected him to go with that woman to some unimportant planet. *Well fine, I'll go. I'll just blow the planet up before we leave. Who cares about it anyway?*
"Okay, fine, I'll go to Mujahnrsei with that woman.", Vegeta calmed himself as he walked out of the room.
*What a temper that brat has.*, King Vegeta thought.
~*~ Four days later...
Bulma was at her workdesk in the lab when she heard a few of the scientists greet someone, "Hello, your majesty." "How are you, your highness?"
She turned around and saw Prince Vegeta standing behind her with that trademark smirk of his and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Eh, do you need something? Your majesty.", she questioned with a hint of sarcasm.
"It's time to go to Mujahnrsei. That is, if your tiny brain remembered that today is the day we leave.", he responded with just as much sarcasm, if not more.
"I remember, your jerkiness.", she smiled at the Prince who was seemingly beginning to get pissed.
Vegeta shot her a cold glare. "If my father didn't need you to test this piece of shit," he started, pointing at the Universal Translator, "I wouldn't hesitate to send your ass to Hell. So, don't get smart with me, you annoying bitch."
Bulma patted her mouth while yawning making it clear she didn't care one bit about what the Prince was saying. She knew that she was needed at least for a little while longer, so she wasn't afraid.
The other scientists were used to the daily feuding of the Prince and Bulma. The blue-haired vixen could get away with just about anything with Vegeta. Some female scientists were jealous that Vegeta had a 'thing' for Bulma.
*She's such a bitch... but so beautiful, too...*, he thought as they continued to glare at each other.
She picked up the Universal Translator and skipped out of the room, leaving the Prince lost in his thoughts.
Next chapter up soon. ^^ Everyone have a safe and Happy New Years!
Chapter 3
They finally reached the slave quarters. Psychlon gently shoved her inside the very cramped room and hit a few buttons on the wall, locking the door-like contraption. *Ugh, don't they have any heaters in this place?*
She sat down in a corner, hugging herself for warmth. *I wonder how Goku and the others are doing? Have they wished Tien and Yamucha back to life yet with the Dragonballs? Yamucha...* Tears began to well up in her eyes; she simply let them fall thinking a good cry would do her some good. She looked around to see other natives of her planet crying, as well. *This just isn't fair!*
~*~ A week later...
"Your majesty, we are five minutes away from landing on Vegetasei."
"I know that, baka.", Vegeta commented crudely as he gestured to the red planet outside the ship's window.
"Of course, your highness. Forgive me."
Vegeta gave him a short "Hmph" and waved his hand for the warrior to leave.
~*~
"Slaves, we are about to land on Vegetasei. Get in four lines; fifty slaves in each. Anyone who is not in a line in fifteen minutes, when we land, will die."
All of the Chikyuujin looked up at the intercom and began getting in four lines.
"What an asshole! We aren't slaves! Who does he think he is?!", Bulma screamed up at the intercom knowing no one could hear her besides the other "slaves" in the room.
Within a few minutes, every human was in one of the four lines standing silent. All except Bulma, that is. "I'm not getting in line! Ha, they can't order me around!"
"What did you say, little one?"
Bulma slowly turned around to see Psychlon standing with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her.
"Umm... I said that I can't find a line!" Bulma laughed nervously.
Psychlon pointed to line four with only fourty-nine members in it.
"Yes, of course. I believe that's my line! Heh heh."
She quickly walked over to the end of the line and stood silent. Suddenly, the ship shook and came to a stop. *Guess we're on my new 'home'... but for how long will I live to be here?*
Bulma noticed Psychlon get down on one knee while speaking to someone. She couldn't hear the conversation though. *I wanna hear who that monkey is talking to!* She walked a little further out to the side to catch a glimpse of who Psychlon was talking to. *Ohhh... Prince Vegeta.* Vegeta glanced over at Bulma who caught his attention standing out of line. *Oh, shit! He saw me standing out of line! I'm gonna die!*
The Prince smirked, "Hello, B-B-Bulma. You're out of line, care to die?"
"N-n-no."
"THEN GET BACK IN LINE, MORON!"
She quickly ran back to the end of the line, although dying didn't seem like that bad of an idea compared to living on this hell hole. Not to mention, the Prince when the prince became king, he'd have even more control over her life.
"Okay, Psychlon," Vegeta started, "Kill every slave with blonde hair and bring the remaining slaves out to the field."
"Yes, sir."
The Prince of Vegeta-sei exited the room while Psychlon walked over to the first line. Unfortunately, the first girl in line had blonde hair. He raised a finger at her head and shot a quick blast at the unexpecting woman. He continued down the first line killing every blonde, then continued on through the other lines. Bulma noticed the man in front of her had blonde hair. *Oh no, he's going to die... how cruel these monkies are!* Psychlon soon came to the man in front of Bulma who was cowering in fear of his fate. Bulma turned her head; she just couldn't watch him come to his death just as the others had. When she looked on the ground at the dead blonde man, she gagged at the sight.
"You monster! How dare you kill these innocent people?!", she shouted at Psychlon.
"Shut up, woman, or I'll kill you, too."
She gulped and stared down at the ground, teary-eyed.
~*~
"Those of you slaves remaining will be lead towards the palace to sign up for a job on this planet, your new home.", Vegeta explained to the Chikyuujin who were either sobbing or scared stiff. Who wouldn't be scared of that Prince of Tyrants?
A girl, looking to be in her 20's or so, came out to the field to lead them to the royal palace. She looked like an orange Piccolo, and had yellow long hair. Bulma ran up next to her, curious of her origin, "Excuse me, it's obvious you are not a Saiyajin, so may I ask, what are you?"
The girl smiled and opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. She walked on for a few minutes, then said, "I am a Caltahjin. I was brought here from my home planet, Caltahsei, because they thought me useful and hardworking."
"Did they conquer your planet, too?"
"No. Well, yes. They said I was the only one who wasn't totally worthless and then they destroyed my planet..", the girl's voice trailed off.
Bulma placed her hand on the Caltahjin's shoulder and consoled, "I'm sorry."
The girl smiled and continued walking.
Bulma, the girl, and the other Chikyuujin soon reached the palace. Everyone, besides the Caltahjin girl, stared up in awe. The palace was so beautiful. It was very tall and wide and was gold all around with many trees providing shade.
The Caltahjin girl lead them to a room inside the palace and told them to line up in one long line. Bulma got in the front of the line and a soldier standing on the left side of the room handed her a clipboard with many career options on a sheet of paper.
"Check which one you want, slave. And don't forget to put your name beside your choosing."
She skimmed down through the sheet... Medical Assistant, Computer Technician... *Ah, here we are. Science Engineering.* She checked off the box beside Science Engineering and wrote her name beside it, then passed the clipboard to a woman behind her. After everyone was done choosing their careers, soldiers on both sides of the room reviewed the paper.
"Bulma Briefs, Margie Kyoki, and Sientu Wethars, come with me.", a soldier ordered while gesturing for the three humans to follow him.
They walked through many halls and finally reached a tall, metal door to which, Bulma guessed, was the Science Engineering section. The soldier punched in some numbers on the alarm-like system imbedded in the wall. The door opened revealing a very large room with doors all over the walls.
"The door on the far-right side is the laboratory. Each morning, your assignments for the day will be hanging on the wall inside the lab. The door on the far-left is the restrooms, provided with the essentials such as a shower, sink, toilet, etc. The other doors are apartments for our scientists. I'm sure you weaklings can find a room; only two people per room or pay the consequences.", with that, the soldier left leaving the three Chikyuusei natives to settle in their surroundings.
~*~
"B...B...B..." Vegeta skimmed through the career sign-up sheet. "Ah, here we go. Bulma Briefs - Science Engineering. She looks too stupid to have signed up for that career. Well, I guess I'll just have to keep an eye on that section of the palace." He smirked a little then hung the clipboard back up on the wall and left the room.
Days passed and they were all the same for Bulma. Wake up at 6:30 AM, take a shower along with the other scientists which, not to mention, provided hardly any privacy. Then, get dressed and be in the lab by 8:00 AM. Work until lunchbreak at noon, then be back in the lab by 1:00 PM. Work some more until 6:00 PM and then go back to the apartment and be asleep by 10:00 PM. Everyday, Vegeta would stalk in and start a fight with Bulma. She was beginning to think he enjoyed seeing her angry.
Bulma was quite the hero and well-respected by the other scientists. They all knew of her genius abilities in the sciences. She brought many capsules with her before leaving Chikyuusei such as a television, DVDs, radio, clothing, etc. Although being on a different planet, she felt somewhat at home with some of her belongings.
~*~
"The new-and-improved Universal Translator should only take me a few more days before it's complete with the languages of the races that were left out."
"Well, Bulma, get to work. The King wants us to try it out on one of the newly-added planets, Mujahnrsei. We've just added it to the Saiyajin Empire.", Psychlon was definately not one of the patient Saiyajins. Not that any of them were.
"Yeah, yeah. Patience is a virtue.", she replied and giggled a little before returning to her work.
~*~
"WHAT?! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
"Calm down, you little brat. You WILL go."
"NO, YOU MORON! I WILL NOT GO TO SOME WEAKLING PLANET WITH THAT IDIOT BULMA! She can bring Psychlon with her to test out the Universal Translator." Vegeta was furious. His father expected him to go with that woman to some unimportant planet. *Well fine, I'll go. I'll just blow the planet up before we leave. Who cares about it anyway?*
"Okay, fine, I'll go to Mujahnrsei with that woman.", Vegeta calmed himself as he walked out of the room.
*What a temper that brat has.*, King Vegeta thought.
~*~ Four days later...
Bulma was at her workdesk in the lab when she heard a few of the scientists greet someone, "Hello, your majesty." "How are you, your highness?"
She turned around and saw Prince Vegeta standing behind her with that trademark smirk of his and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Eh, do you need something? Your majesty.", she questioned with a hint of sarcasm.
"It's time to go to Mujahnrsei. That is, if your tiny brain remembered that today is the day we leave.", he responded with just as much sarcasm, if not more.
"I remember, your jerkiness.", she smiled at the Prince who was seemingly beginning to get pissed.
Vegeta shot her a cold glare. "If my father didn't need you to test this piece of shit," he started, pointing at the Universal Translator, "I wouldn't hesitate to send your ass to Hell. So, don't get smart with me, you annoying bitch."
Bulma patted her mouth while yawning making it clear she didn't care one bit about what the Prince was saying. She knew that she was needed at least for a little while longer, so she wasn't afraid.
The other scientists were used to the daily feuding of the Prince and Bulma. The blue-haired vixen could get away with just about anything with Vegeta. Some female scientists were jealous that Vegeta had a 'thing' for Bulma.
*She's such a bitch... but so beautiful, too...*, he thought as they continued to glare at each other.
She picked up the Universal Translator and skipped out of the room, leaving the Prince lost in his thoughts.
Next chapter up soon. ^^ Everyone have a safe and Happy New Years!