When Love and Hate Collide
Chapter 1
Saiyajins
Anger and disgust, those were the only emotions that Bulma had felt since she came to the University of Arlia. When she was seven years old her planet, earth, had been reduced to nothing more than stardust by a tyrant who she later learned was called Frieza.
* * *
"Bulma, sweetie, you have to go away for a while," said Bunny, Bulma's mother.
"But I don't want to go!" cried a younger, innocent Bulma.
Bombs rained down from the sky, destroying a few of the near by Capsule Corp. buildings. Bulma screamed and buried her head against her mother's legs. Bunny picked Bulma up and ran across the lawn to the awaiting pod. Bulma's father, Dr. Briefs, was quickly punching in coordinates preparing the sleep mode to activate outside earth's atmosphere.
"Don't make me go, momma," Bulma sobbed. "I won't blow anything else up. I'll study harder. I'll."
"Bulma, honey, that's not why we're sending you to Arlia," Bunny said, drying Bulma's tears. "It's not safe on earth any more. Arlia's environment is just like earths, so you'll hardly realize that you're away. The only big difference is the way the Arlians look."
Not far away another bomb exploded and the ground shook.
"Finished!" exclaimed Dr. Briefs. Bunny gave Bulma one last hug and kiss and handed her over to Dr. Briefs. He gave Bulma a quick hug and gently placed her in the pod.
"Bye-bye momma," Bulma cried. "Bye-bye daddy."
"Don't get expelled Bulma," said her father. "Don't fight unless it's in self defense. And above all, study hard."
"Have fun too, dear," said Bunny, holding back her tears. "Maybe you'll even make friends on Arlia. I love you dear."
"Never forget that we love you," said Bulma's father, closing the hatch.
Bulma's parents stepped back and waved as the pod slowly took off. Before the pod had gained much sped a lizard-like creature appeared. Bulma leaned forward to get a better look at it and saw the creature blast her parents. Bulma screamed and then the pod sped up. As soon as she exited the atmosphere the sleeping gas took over and time was put on a stand still, for Bulma at least, for a year.
When Bulma emerged from her pod at the University of Arlia she inquired about earth. The servant curtly informed her that earth no longer existed.
* * *
Bulma wasn't an earthling, so the planet, and its inhabitants had no value to her. But her parents were slain ruthlessly, and Bulma was not a person who forgave easily. Bulma devoted all of her spare time to training.
The Arlians were pathetic weaklings. With only one finger she could send any Arlian flying through the air. The Arlian females disgusted Bulma to no extent. All they cared about was how they looked, and, inconsequently, they hated Bulma because she was beautiful. The Arlians had ugly yellow eyes, and Bulma's were a deep cerulean blue that one could easily lose one's self in. Their hair was course and black while Bulma's blue, silky hair cascaded down her back like an aquamarine waterfall.
Arlian women were all short and overweight. Bulma was just the opposite. She was 5' 7", slender and, even though she was only 18 in earth years, she had curves that were the envy of all women who saw her. To top it all off, she had a blue tail, but the Arlians didn't envy that.
Her voice was as smooth as honey, and she sang like a goddess. She was a true genius and had a temper as quick as her tongue. As a result, Bulma more often than not was in serious trouble. The principal knew her by name, in fact. True to her word, Bulma had yet to do anything that would warrant expulsion.
Before her planet had been destroyed her Saiyajin parents had taught her how to control her ki and how to fly. She had no teacher, so Bulma invented her own fighting style. Her head spun when she tried to recall all of the ki attacks she had made up. She had invented a Gravity Room a little less than a year ago and was now training in 150 times earth's gravity.
Bulma punched in her pass code and entered her room. Once she had changed out of her school uniform, a black, pleated skirt that reached to just above her knees, a whit polo shirt and black flats. She changed into her training gear, a navy gray spandex suit with no sleeves. She slipped on her white knee high boots that were made of a material Bulma had invented that didn't hinder her movement. Her gloves, which reached halfway up her forearms, were made of the same material.
Bulma cranked the gravity to 160g to try and give herself a real challenge and began her warm up routine. First she did 5 sets of 1,000 one fingered pushups. After that, she moved right into her gymnastics routine. She finished it by flipping off the ceiling and landed in a fighting stance.
With liquid grace Bulma completed all 50 of the katas that she had made up (a/n: a kata is a series of punches, blocks, kicks, etc. some people call them forms). She was in the middle of blasting one of the training bots when a face appeared on the vidcam over her head.
"Ms. Briefs," said the principal. "You are to report immediately to the auditorium. You are already considerably late as it is."
Bulma blasted the screen in response, effectively ending the conversation. Growling Bulma shut off the GR. She had worked up a sweat, so she took a quick shower and changed into a clean spandex suit. She also slipped a golden skirt over her training gear. It served no purpose since it only reached to the middle of her thighs and was slit almost all the way up to her hips to allow her to move more easily. Last she put her boots and gloves on.
Bulma teleported herself in front of the auditorium entrance and opened the double doors. Immediately all she could hear was a deafening roar of students that were all trying, unsuccessfully, to speak over one another. They jostled each other as thousands tried to cram onto benches that were made for a much smaller group. Thankfully, over half the students were not Arlians.
"In a couple of months I'm going to graduate and then I'll go somewhere where the Arlian population is zero," Bulma mumbled, choosing to stand against the back wall rather than try to find a seat.
On the stage stood four strangers and the staff of the University. The stage was elevated above the crowd, and the four strangers stood center stage. The staff sat in the background. She proceeded to wait, impatient to get back to her training, for someone to speak.
"I want everyone to power up to your max!" shouted the smallest of the three warriors on the stage.
Bulma grinned maliciously and did just what the short warrior, with hair that rose like black flames, commanded. As soon as Bulma's power began sky rocketing all of the Arlians in s close vicinity toppled off their benches. Her power rose higher and higher until she finally reached her max.
"Ms. Briefs we've had quite enough of your antics," said Mr. Charu, the Phys. Ed. Teacher who was suddenly standing before her, Mr. Charu was not an Arlian, but something call a Saiyajin. Only he could hold his own against Bulma.
"What are you going to do about it old man?" Bulma asked, not the least bit daunted.
"You are to report to my office immediately after the assembly, young lady!" shouted the principal.
"I'm crushed," Bulma muttered.
She turned to leave, but a harsh voice behind her stopped her.
"My prince commands that you come with us back to Vegetasei with us," said a tall, bald warrior.
"Maybe if he asks me nicely," Bulma said, starting towards the door once more.
This time the bald warrior grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Let go of me baldy," Bulma ordered, "if you value your life." "A weak Onna like you is no threat to me," he replied. "I am Nappa, the undefeated elite."
"Oh," Bulma said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm really impressed. Now I suggest that you let me go."
"What if I don't?" Nappa asked.
Bulma took that as an invitation to show him the extent of her power. She wrenched her arm from his grasp and kicked him in the ribs. This sent Nappa flying across the auditorium. He launched himself at Bulma and backhanded her across the jaw; Bulma fell to the floor
"You call yourself an elite warrior," Bulma said, disgusted as she stood up on shaky legs.
Nappa threw a ki blast at Bulma only to have it thrown back at him. The short warrior flew towards the wreckage and ordered for a warrior called Raditzu and Nappa to return to the ship and prepare it for departure.
"If that is the strongest warrior on your planet then you're no better off than the Arlians," Bulma said, attempting to leave once more, but deep down inside she was shaken and scared. She rubbed her aching jaw and glanced at her hands that had blistered from deflecting the blast.
"I am Vegeta no Ouji," the small warrior said. "The prince of Vegetasei. You shall come back to Vegetasei with me immediately."
"I'm Bulma Briefs, and, no, I won't come with you," Bulma said glaring at the prince.
The prince was good looking, Bulma admitted to herself. He was only a head taller than her. His ebony eyes looked completely devoid of emotion. He was muscular, but not so much so that it was disgusting.
"You shall come," Vegeta commanded again.
"Did you even bother to notice that trying to order me around is getting you nowhere?" Bulma asked. "If you say please I might consider coming."
"Please come," Vegeta said through gritted teeth.
"Fine. But why?" Bulma asked.
"You will find out when we get there," Vegeta hissed in response.
"How long will it take us to get to Vegetasei?" Bulma asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Two months," Vegeta said, gasping as he noticed the blue tail wrapped securely about Bulma's waist. "How did you get a tail?"
"I was born with it," Bulma said, though when she noticed Vegeta's tail she had the dignity not to gasp.
"Kakarrot get over here!" Vegeta commanded, instantly the last warrior was kneeling before Vegeta.
"Yes Ouji-sama," Kakarrot said.
"Follow this Onna to her room so she can gather her belongings, and then both of you shall report to the ship," Vegeta commanded, and he was gone.
"Is he always that arrogant?" Bulma asked, completely obliviously to all of the hostile glances the Arlian women were giving her.
"Most of the time," Kakarrot replied, laughing as he increased his speed to keep us with Bulma as she navigated the course to her room.
When they reached it Bulma entered her pass code and lead Kakarrot inside. The room was devoid of anything that might have personalized it, posters, paintings or anything else. The walls were a sterile white with her bed beneath the only window in the room. The door on the left lead to Bulma's bathroom, and the door on the right lead to the study where Bulma set up her GR. In the main room there was also a bureau and a desk with a wooden chair.
First Bulma put all of her clothing in capsules and next her toiletries. The last, and most precious, item that Bulma placed in a capsule was her Gravity Room. The spare GR was already in the case with all of the empty capsules.
She attached the box of capsules to a white belt and secured the belt around her waist. "I'm ready."
"Is that all that you're bringing?" Kakarrot asked pointing to the small box at her hip.
"All of my belongings have been shrunk, in a way, and are now in capsules which are in the box," Bulma explained as they took off in the direction of the launch pad.
"Oh," Kakarrot said, scratching his head in confusion. "Who invented them?"
"My father did," Bulma replied, grinning proudly.
"You must be a genius too then," Kakarrot said, clearly amazed.
"I am," Bulma replied. "At least by earth and Arlian standards. I don't know about Saiyajin standards. That is what you are, correct?"
"Yes, and I imagine you are a genius," Kakarrot said as they landed in front of the doors to the launch pad.
"Lead the way to your ship," Bulma said.
Kakarrot flew to a large white ship with a golden emblem on it, the only one in the entire place, and Bulma followed him. The floors were tiled in white and computers beeped in every direction as they charted the courses of ships that were on their way to the University. Kakarrot knocked on the entrance and a look a like of Kakarrot appeared on the screen above the door.
"Don't tell me that you forgot the pass code again Kakarrot," said the man.
"Sorry, Raditzu," Kakarrot replied.
"At least our ship is the only one here so you can find the ship," Raditzu replied as the door opened.
The screen blinked off and Kakarrot lead the way to control room. Vegeta stood against the wall scowling and Nappa stood blocking the only doorway leading from the room.
Bulma growled low in her throat, and her tail snapped back and forth behind her, mirroring her rage.
"If baldy, over there, lays a finger on me, he'll be nothing more than a smoldering pile of ash," Bulma hissed.
"Nappa will NOT touch you," Vegeta agreed seeing the obvious look of lust in Nappa's eyes.
"How old are you Kakarrot?" Bulma asked changing the subject.
"29 earth years," Kakarrot replied. "How old are you?"
"I'm 18 earth years," Bulma replied leaning against the wall that put her as far away from Nappa as she could get.
"Wow!" Kakarrot exclaimed. "You and Vegeta no Ouji are almost the same age. He's only 20."
Bulma felt a small pressure in her mind and instantly threw up her shields. She glanced around the room only to find a smirking prince walking towards her.
"Impressive Onna," Vegeta said. "You have very strong telepathic powers."
"And you have no right to try and enter my mind with out my permission, Vegetable head," Bulma replied grinning from ear to ear at her nickname for the prince.
"How dare you show me such disrespect!" Vegeta hissed, his black eyes blazing with hatred.
"When you learn to call me by my name, I'll call you by yours," Bulma said, crossing her arms and turning her back to Vegeta.
In the next instant Bulma found herself being spun towards the prince and lifted off the floor by her neck. Vegeta shoved her roughly against the wall and came so close their breath mingled.
"I demand respect Onna," Vegeta whispered so no one else could hear.
Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta tightened his grip, and she attempted to pull Vegeta's hand away. Then at once Bulma powered up to her max and kneed Vegeta in the stomach. This effectively loosened Vegeta's grasp and allowed Bulma to move away from Vegeta. Nappa came to help Vegeta stand, and in return he got a kick to the stomach.
Vegeta's ki rose dramatically, but then Radditzu interrupted them by clearing his throat. "Prepare for take off," Radditzu announced.
Bulma presently moved into a stable position to prepare for take off. She rubbed her neck nervously.
"5.4.3.2.1." said a computer voice. "Lift off!"
Chapter 1
Saiyajins
Anger and disgust, those were the only emotions that Bulma had felt since she came to the University of Arlia. When she was seven years old her planet, earth, had been reduced to nothing more than stardust by a tyrant who she later learned was called Frieza.
* * *
"Bulma, sweetie, you have to go away for a while," said Bunny, Bulma's mother.
"But I don't want to go!" cried a younger, innocent Bulma.
Bombs rained down from the sky, destroying a few of the near by Capsule Corp. buildings. Bulma screamed and buried her head against her mother's legs. Bunny picked Bulma up and ran across the lawn to the awaiting pod. Bulma's father, Dr. Briefs, was quickly punching in coordinates preparing the sleep mode to activate outside earth's atmosphere.
"Don't make me go, momma," Bulma sobbed. "I won't blow anything else up. I'll study harder. I'll."
"Bulma, honey, that's not why we're sending you to Arlia," Bunny said, drying Bulma's tears. "It's not safe on earth any more. Arlia's environment is just like earths, so you'll hardly realize that you're away. The only big difference is the way the Arlians look."
Not far away another bomb exploded and the ground shook.
"Finished!" exclaimed Dr. Briefs. Bunny gave Bulma one last hug and kiss and handed her over to Dr. Briefs. He gave Bulma a quick hug and gently placed her in the pod.
"Bye-bye momma," Bulma cried. "Bye-bye daddy."
"Don't get expelled Bulma," said her father. "Don't fight unless it's in self defense. And above all, study hard."
"Have fun too, dear," said Bunny, holding back her tears. "Maybe you'll even make friends on Arlia. I love you dear."
"Never forget that we love you," said Bulma's father, closing the hatch.
Bulma's parents stepped back and waved as the pod slowly took off. Before the pod had gained much sped a lizard-like creature appeared. Bulma leaned forward to get a better look at it and saw the creature blast her parents. Bulma screamed and then the pod sped up. As soon as she exited the atmosphere the sleeping gas took over and time was put on a stand still, for Bulma at least, for a year.
When Bulma emerged from her pod at the University of Arlia she inquired about earth. The servant curtly informed her that earth no longer existed.
* * *
Bulma wasn't an earthling, so the planet, and its inhabitants had no value to her. But her parents were slain ruthlessly, and Bulma was not a person who forgave easily. Bulma devoted all of her spare time to training.
The Arlians were pathetic weaklings. With only one finger she could send any Arlian flying through the air. The Arlian females disgusted Bulma to no extent. All they cared about was how they looked, and, inconsequently, they hated Bulma because she was beautiful. The Arlians had ugly yellow eyes, and Bulma's were a deep cerulean blue that one could easily lose one's self in. Their hair was course and black while Bulma's blue, silky hair cascaded down her back like an aquamarine waterfall.
Arlian women were all short and overweight. Bulma was just the opposite. She was 5' 7", slender and, even though she was only 18 in earth years, she had curves that were the envy of all women who saw her. To top it all off, she had a blue tail, but the Arlians didn't envy that.
Her voice was as smooth as honey, and she sang like a goddess. She was a true genius and had a temper as quick as her tongue. As a result, Bulma more often than not was in serious trouble. The principal knew her by name, in fact. True to her word, Bulma had yet to do anything that would warrant expulsion.
Before her planet had been destroyed her Saiyajin parents had taught her how to control her ki and how to fly. She had no teacher, so Bulma invented her own fighting style. Her head spun when she tried to recall all of the ki attacks she had made up. She had invented a Gravity Room a little less than a year ago and was now training in 150 times earth's gravity.
Bulma punched in her pass code and entered her room. Once she had changed out of her school uniform, a black, pleated skirt that reached to just above her knees, a whit polo shirt and black flats. She changed into her training gear, a navy gray spandex suit with no sleeves. She slipped on her white knee high boots that were made of a material Bulma had invented that didn't hinder her movement. Her gloves, which reached halfway up her forearms, were made of the same material.
Bulma cranked the gravity to 160g to try and give herself a real challenge and began her warm up routine. First she did 5 sets of 1,000 one fingered pushups. After that, she moved right into her gymnastics routine. She finished it by flipping off the ceiling and landed in a fighting stance.
With liquid grace Bulma completed all 50 of the katas that she had made up (a/n: a kata is a series of punches, blocks, kicks, etc. some people call them forms). She was in the middle of blasting one of the training bots when a face appeared on the vidcam over her head.
"Ms. Briefs," said the principal. "You are to report immediately to the auditorium. You are already considerably late as it is."
Bulma blasted the screen in response, effectively ending the conversation. Growling Bulma shut off the GR. She had worked up a sweat, so she took a quick shower and changed into a clean spandex suit. She also slipped a golden skirt over her training gear. It served no purpose since it only reached to the middle of her thighs and was slit almost all the way up to her hips to allow her to move more easily. Last she put her boots and gloves on.
Bulma teleported herself in front of the auditorium entrance and opened the double doors. Immediately all she could hear was a deafening roar of students that were all trying, unsuccessfully, to speak over one another. They jostled each other as thousands tried to cram onto benches that were made for a much smaller group. Thankfully, over half the students were not Arlians.
"In a couple of months I'm going to graduate and then I'll go somewhere where the Arlian population is zero," Bulma mumbled, choosing to stand against the back wall rather than try to find a seat.
On the stage stood four strangers and the staff of the University. The stage was elevated above the crowd, and the four strangers stood center stage. The staff sat in the background. She proceeded to wait, impatient to get back to her training, for someone to speak.
"I want everyone to power up to your max!" shouted the smallest of the three warriors on the stage.
Bulma grinned maliciously and did just what the short warrior, with hair that rose like black flames, commanded. As soon as Bulma's power began sky rocketing all of the Arlians in s close vicinity toppled off their benches. Her power rose higher and higher until she finally reached her max.
"Ms. Briefs we've had quite enough of your antics," said Mr. Charu, the Phys. Ed. Teacher who was suddenly standing before her, Mr. Charu was not an Arlian, but something call a Saiyajin. Only he could hold his own against Bulma.
"What are you going to do about it old man?" Bulma asked, not the least bit daunted.
"You are to report to my office immediately after the assembly, young lady!" shouted the principal.
"I'm crushed," Bulma muttered.
She turned to leave, but a harsh voice behind her stopped her.
"My prince commands that you come with us back to Vegetasei with us," said a tall, bald warrior.
"Maybe if he asks me nicely," Bulma said, starting towards the door once more.
This time the bald warrior grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Let go of me baldy," Bulma ordered, "if you value your life." "A weak Onna like you is no threat to me," he replied. "I am Nappa, the undefeated elite."
"Oh," Bulma said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm really impressed. Now I suggest that you let me go."
"What if I don't?" Nappa asked.
Bulma took that as an invitation to show him the extent of her power. She wrenched her arm from his grasp and kicked him in the ribs. This sent Nappa flying across the auditorium. He launched himself at Bulma and backhanded her across the jaw; Bulma fell to the floor
"You call yourself an elite warrior," Bulma said, disgusted as she stood up on shaky legs.
Nappa threw a ki blast at Bulma only to have it thrown back at him. The short warrior flew towards the wreckage and ordered for a warrior called Raditzu and Nappa to return to the ship and prepare it for departure.
"If that is the strongest warrior on your planet then you're no better off than the Arlians," Bulma said, attempting to leave once more, but deep down inside she was shaken and scared. She rubbed her aching jaw and glanced at her hands that had blistered from deflecting the blast.
"I am Vegeta no Ouji," the small warrior said. "The prince of Vegetasei. You shall come back to Vegetasei with me immediately."
"I'm Bulma Briefs, and, no, I won't come with you," Bulma said glaring at the prince.
The prince was good looking, Bulma admitted to herself. He was only a head taller than her. His ebony eyes looked completely devoid of emotion. He was muscular, but not so much so that it was disgusting.
"You shall come," Vegeta commanded again.
"Did you even bother to notice that trying to order me around is getting you nowhere?" Bulma asked. "If you say please I might consider coming."
"Please come," Vegeta said through gritted teeth.
"Fine. But why?" Bulma asked.
"You will find out when we get there," Vegeta hissed in response.
"How long will it take us to get to Vegetasei?" Bulma asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Two months," Vegeta said, gasping as he noticed the blue tail wrapped securely about Bulma's waist. "How did you get a tail?"
"I was born with it," Bulma said, though when she noticed Vegeta's tail she had the dignity not to gasp.
"Kakarrot get over here!" Vegeta commanded, instantly the last warrior was kneeling before Vegeta.
"Yes Ouji-sama," Kakarrot said.
"Follow this Onna to her room so she can gather her belongings, and then both of you shall report to the ship," Vegeta commanded, and he was gone.
"Is he always that arrogant?" Bulma asked, completely obliviously to all of the hostile glances the Arlian women were giving her.
"Most of the time," Kakarrot replied, laughing as he increased his speed to keep us with Bulma as she navigated the course to her room.
When they reached it Bulma entered her pass code and lead Kakarrot inside. The room was devoid of anything that might have personalized it, posters, paintings or anything else. The walls were a sterile white with her bed beneath the only window in the room. The door on the left lead to Bulma's bathroom, and the door on the right lead to the study where Bulma set up her GR. In the main room there was also a bureau and a desk with a wooden chair.
First Bulma put all of her clothing in capsules and next her toiletries. The last, and most precious, item that Bulma placed in a capsule was her Gravity Room. The spare GR was already in the case with all of the empty capsules.
She attached the box of capsules to a white belt and secured the belt around her waist. "I'm ready."
"Is that all that you're bringing?" Kakarrot asked pointing to the small box at her hip.
"All of my belongings have been shrunk, in a way, and are now in capsules which are in the box," Bulma explained as they took off in the direction of the launch pad.
"Oh," Kakarrot said, scratching his head in confusion. "Who invented them?"
"My father did," Bulma replied, grinning proudly.
"You must be a genius too then," Kakarrot said, clearly amazed.
"I am," Bulma replied. "At least by earth and Arlian standards. I don't know about Saiyajin standards. That is what you are, correct?"
"Yes, and I imagine you are a genius," Kakarrot said as they landed in front of the doors to the launch pad.
"Lead the way to your ship," Bulma said.
Kakarrot flew to a large white ship with a golden emblem on it, the only one in the entire place, and Bulma followed him. The floors were tiled in white and computers beeped in every direction as they charted the courses of ships that were on their way to the University. Kakarrot knocked on the entrance and a look a like of Kakarrot appeared on the screen above the door.
"Don't tell me that you forgot the pass code again Kakarrot," said the man.
"Sorry, Raditzu," Kakarrot replied.
"At least our ship is the only one here so you can find the ship," Raditzu replied as the door opened.
The screen blinked off and Kakarrot lead the way to control room. Vegeta stood against the wall scowling and Nappa stood blocking the only doorway leading from the room.
Bulma growled low in her throat, and her tail snapped back and forth behind her, mirroring her rage.
"If baldy, over there, lays a finger on me, he'll be nothing more than a smoldering pile of ash," Bulma hissed.
"Nappa will NOT touch you," Vegeta agreed seeing the obvious look of lust in Nappa's eyes.
"How old are you Kakarrot?" Bulma asked changing the subject.
"29 earth years," Kakarrot replied. "How old are you?"
"I'm 18 earth years," Bulma replied leaning against the wall that put her as far away from Nappa as she could get.
"Wow!" Kakarrot exclaimed. "You and Vegeta no Ouji are almost the same age. He's only 20."
Bulma felt a small pressure in her mind and instantly threw up her shields. She glanced around the room only to find a smirking prince walking towards her.
"Impressive Onna," Vegeta said. "You have very strong telepathic powers."
"And you have no right to try and enter my mind with out my permission, Vegetable head," Bulma replied grinning from ear to ear at her nickname for the prince.
"How dare you show me such disrespect!" Vegeta hissed, his black eyes blazing with hatred.
"When you learn to call me by my name, I'll call you by yours," Bulma said, crossing her arms and turning her back to Vegeta.
In the next instant Bulma found herself being spun towards the prince and lifted off the floor by her neck. Vegeta shoved her roughly against the wall and came so close their breath mingled.
"I demand respect Onna," Vegeta whispered so no one else could hear.
Bulma's eyes widened as Vegeta tightened his grip, and she attempted to pull Vegeta's hand away. Then at once Bulma powered up to her max and kneed Vegeta in the stomach. This effectively loosened Vegeta's grasp and allowed Bulma to move away from Vegeta. Nappa came to help Vegeta stand, and in return he got a kick to the stomach.
Vegeta's ki rose dramatically, but then Radditzu interrupted them by clearing his throat. "Prepare for take off," Radditzu announced.
Bulma presently moved into a stable position to prepare for take off. She rubbed her neck nervously.
"5.4.3.2.1." said a computer voice. "Lift off!"