Chapter 2
Departure
(A/n: I'm in the process of revising my fic right now, so please bear with me if certain things don't make sense right now.)
The ship shook violently as it cleared Arlia's atmosphere, and Bulma nearly lost her balance once or twice.
"I hate take off," Bulma thought to herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
When the shaking finally abated, Bulma opened her eyes only to find that Vegeta, Raditzu, and Kakarrot had left the room. Nappa, however, remained.
"Touch me, and I'll kill you," Bulma snapped, clenching her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. If Nappa knew that she was afraid of him, she would lose her main advantage.
"Vegeta's not here to protect you," Nappa stated.
"What a brilliant observation," Bulma said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Your IQ must be at least five or maybe even six."
"You'll pay for that remark," Nappa replied, slowly walking towards Bulma.
Bulma forced herself not to take a step backwards. "Now I'm really scared." And she was, too scared to even consider all the possible defenses she had besides fighting.
"Shake it off Bulma," she told herself. "And fight for your life."
Suddenly Nappa was standing before Bulma. Bulma tried to retreat, but she moved to slowly, and Nappa managed to deliver a swift kick that hit Bulma in the stomach.
Bulma gasped as she hit the steel wall. The room was circular and at least fifty feet in diameter. The ceiling was a dome, and the control system was in the center of the room, reaching from floor to ceiling. Bulma coughed, and the white tiles by her were speckled with red.
Bulma wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, but the metallic taste remained. "Now it's your turn to pay, Nappa."
Nappa snorted.
Bulma's eyes became bright with rage. She phased out and reappeared behind Nappa. Bulma side kicked him, first to his back and then to his neck, hoping to inflict the most damage possible.
"Is that the best you can do?" Nappa asked, rubbing his neck as he turned towards Bulma.
Nappa took his turn at offense. He punched Bulma in the solar plexus. She blocked his second punch that was aimed at her stomach and had her left eye blackened. Bulma was to short to punch Nappa in the face, so she kneed him in the stomach, backed up and kicked him in the head with a jump-spinning sidekick. She flew a few feet away from Nappa.
Nappa kept his head turned to the side for a moment, and then he began firing ki blasts at Bulma. Bulma was able to block them at first, but she was beginning to tire.
"In case you're wondering," Nappa began, continuing to fire ki blast after ki blast. "Vegeta, Raditzu, and Kakarrot are eating right now. There will be no help for you for an hour or so. And by then you'll either be dead or wishing that you were.
Nappa's words distracted Bulma briefly. In that brief period of time a ki blast melt through her protective suit and exposed her now bloodied torso. A second ki blast hit her just above her knee on her left leg. Bulma launched one powerful blast at Nappa; it hit him square in the chest.
Nappa seemed bewildered for a moment, but once he recovered he began advancing towards Bulma. Bulma stood up tall and proud, prepared to face whatever Nappa had in store for her like a true warrior. Her whole body ached, and she fought off the urge to cry.
Nappa fazed out and grabbed Bulma's tail from behind her.
Bulma tried to ignore the pain that threatened to over whelm her and forced herself to turn around. "You have no honor, do you?"
"No," Nappa answered, pulling Bulma's tail and bringing her to her knees before him. Nappa kicked her in the stomach, causing her to land on her back. He held her wrists together over her head and pinned her legs down with his knees.
Nappa crushed her mouth with his and caused her to hit her head on the ground. Reality and illusion fought for control of her mind. In the midst of it all Bulma heard her mother singing. When reality won control a thought struck Bulma. "I can enchant him with my voice, if only I could get free of him first."
Bulma found that Nappa had loosened his hold on her significantly and that she was able to slip her wrists free of his grasp. Bulma formed a destructo disk, with it she could have sliced through a mountain, but instead she used it to cut off Nappa's tail.
Nappa broke off the accursed kiss and scrambled away from Bulma. He looked from his tail that was lying on the ground to Bulma and back again. Bulma stood up on shaky legs and sang, though her voice cracked from the effort. Nappa was enchanted from the first note. He would do nothing, now, that she did not order him to do.
At that instant Vegeta and Kakarrot entered the control room. Kakarrot started at the sight before him and ran to Bulma's side to help support her, but she waved him off. Bulma sang another note and released Nappa from her spell.
"I leave you alone for a minute, Nappa, and you disobey me," Vegeta said, then he saw Nappa's tail. "You dishonor the Elites of Vegetasei. I gave you a chance to prove that you could control yourself, and you destroyed it. You do not deserve to live."
"I beg your mercy, sire," Nappa pled.
Vegeta gave no heed to Nappa's plea though, and blasted him into the next dimension. All that was left of Nappa was a scorch mark on the floor and the image of his ugly face etched forever into Bulma's memory.
"Thank you," Bulma said, then all was dark.
* * *
Bulma felt a pressure in her mind, and instantly she woke up. When she opened her eyes, she found herself floating in a tank filled with green liquid. Bulma's eyes widened when she saw Vegeta through the glass.
"Stay out of my thoughts," She said into the mask that was over her mouth.
"I'm not prying in your thoughts baka," Vegeta snapped, barely suppressing his rage.
All Bulma did was glare daggers at him until he turned around to leave.
.:Coward:. Bulma sent to Vegeta.
.:How did you get passed my shields?:. Vegeta sent back.
.:What shields?:. Bulma asked.
.:You mean you didn't even have to try in order to get passed my shields?:. Vegeta sent back angrily.
.:Wow! You finally figured it out!:. Bulma sent back, wishing desperately that she could get out of the tank.
"Do not enter my mind with out my permission," Vegeta yelled, switching back to speech in his rage. "I have a feeling that you would not like what you would find there if you wandered through it at your own will."
"When can I get out of this thing?" Bulma asked, changing the subject.
"I came here to release you, originally," Vegeta replied. "Now, I think I let you stay in there a while longer."
"Please let me out," Bulma said in her sweetest voice possible. It had no affect on the cold and seemingly uncaring saiyajin.
"I'll let you out if you promise to leave me alone for the duration of our trip to Vegetasei," Vegeta replied.
"You have my word as a warrior," Bulma responded quickly.
Vegeta stood before her tank and entered the pass code to drain the fluid from the tank. Then he lifted the glass, which turned out to be a door of sorts, and let Bulma out. Bulma's clothing was still ruined, but all of her wounds had healed with out even the slightest signs of scarring. Bulma raised her ki and instantly she was dry.
"I'll show you to your room," Vegeta said.
Bulma followed him wordlessly. They entered a narrow corridor and went to the right. After they had passed five or six doors Vegeta halted. He indicated a door on his left. "This is to be your room. Should you need anything, there is an intercom that is linked to Kakarrot's scouter. He shall come as soon as you call him."
Vegeta turned on his heel and left without a parting word. Bulma open the door and stepped into her room. Bulma growled. "This was obviously not meant for a warrior," she mumbled.
And it wasn't. The carpet was deep red and the walls rosy pink. The bed, against the far wall, was covered in pillows and surrounded by a midnight blue canopy. The pillows were various shades of pink and the down comforter was periwinkle blue. At the foot of the bed there was an oaken trunk; it was filled with various types of nightgowns, all were white and most had some form of lace on them.
To the left of the bed there was a door that led to the bathroom. It stood ajar and Bulma peered inside. The tub was a replica of a Victorian tub for it was made of marble and was held up by clawed feet. Next to the tub there was a rack filled with towels and a multitude of shampoos and fragranced body washes. All that was located to the right of the door. In the back of the bathroom there was a toilet, and to the left of the door, a counter top took up the length of the wall with a single sink in the center of it. Above the counter there was the largest mirror that Bulma had ever seen. Bulma retreated quickly away from the bathroom and opened the double doors to the right of the bed. Upon inspection she found a large closet filled with dresses. "This gets better and better by the moment." In the main room there was also a desk. On it there was a computer with a disk by it and her belt that held all of her capsules. Bulma walked over to the desk and picked up the disk. The label read:
Now you can learn 30 alien languages in 30 minutes!
Bulma put on her belt and encapsulated the disk. Then she left the room and went in search of an empty one. Eventually Bulma found an empty, unoccupied room and set up her GR. Over the next two months she didn't emerge from the GR once. She had plenty of food stored in her capsules.
Every time that Bulma would eat she would also take out her lab top and listen to the disk. Her twentieth birthday came and went and by the time that the ship was within a day of Vegetasei Bulma was training in 200g's and she spoke 31 alien languages, if Arlian was included.
Bulma entered the control room. .:Good morning Vegetable head:.
She wore a new set of training clothes since the ones she had trained in had been ripped to shreds. She wore her hair in a ponytail high on her head, and had donned the belt containing all of her capsules.
"How dare you enter my mind after I warned you," Vegeta yelled, pinning Bulma to the wall by her throat.
Bulma said nothing.
"Answer me!" Vegeta hissed, tightening his grip on Bulma's neck.
A normal person would have been crushed after being in Vegeta's grip for more than a few seconds, but Bulma felt next to nothing. So, she chose to remain silent.
After a few minutes of having Vegeta yelling in her face Bulma decided to turn the tables. First she kneed him in the groin. Then she elbowed him in the neck. She wrenched his hands off her neck and pinned him to the wall. Soon, however, she found herself pinned again.
"We shall reach Vegetasei's atmosphere in a few moments," Vegeta commented, acting as if he wasn't holding Bulma up by her throat.
"Well, since we are almost at Vegetasei, I demand that you let go of me and tell me why I'm here," Bulma managed to gasp out.
"I must find a mate," Vegeta said, growling deep in his throat. "My father ordered me to go to Arlia and choose one suitable girl. Other Saiyajins are going to other planets to escort the princesses back. You are one of the candidates who will compete to become queen."
"I'm not some piece of trash who is going to parade around in skimpy outfits, and I refuse to be around a bunch of brainless ditzes whose one goal in life is to become your mate!" Bulma screeched in outrage.
Her tail thrashed uncontrollably behind her, and her power level began increasing in great leaps and bounds. Vegeta was beginning to wonder if he had just made a horrible mistake in telling her why she was going to Vegetasei. Their eyes met and he dropped Bulma.
"I'll humor you and compete in this little competition, but if a guard so much as lays their eyes on me for a moment, they're going to be joining Nappa in the next dimension," Bulma said through clenched teeth.
She headed towards the main computer and prepared the ship for entry into Vegetasei's atmosphere.
"What do you think you're doing?" Radditzu demanded from behind Bulma.
Bulma turned around and glared at him, silencing him instantly. She let her fingers fly over the controls and in seconds the ship was ready. She turned around and smirked at Radditzu as if to say, "See, I'm even better at this then you are and there's no denying it."
"Entering atmosphere," Announced the computer.
A few minutes later it said, "Engaging landing sequence. Prepare for impact."
The ship lurched and Kakarrot stumbled into the room.
"Good morning everyone," Kakarrot said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his fists.
"Opening hatch," announced the computer before it shut off.
"Where did you learn to operate a ship?" Radditzu asked.
"My father invented this model, idiot," Bulma replied angrily, she wasn't in the mood to explain anything. "Why do you think that this model is called the Blue Demon?"
"You are that Bulma Briefs?" Radditzu asked, stunned. "The deceased Dr. Briefs's daughter?"
"You finally figured it out, and I thought you were smart enough to connect my name, which I know the head master gave you, with my father's," Bulma said. She flew off the ship so quickly that no one could stop her.
Departure
(A/n: I'm in the process of revising my fic right now, so please bear with me if certain things don't make sense right now.)
The ship shook violently as it cleared Arlia's atmosphere, and Bulma nearly lost her balance once or twice.
"I hate take off," Bulma thought to herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
When the shaking finally abated, Bulma opened her eyes only to find that Vegeta, Raditzu, and Kakarrot had left the room. Nappa, however, remained.
"Touch me, and I'll kill you," Bulma snapped, clenching her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. If Nappa knew that she was afraid of him, she would lose her main advantage.
"Vegeta's not here to protect you," Nappa stated.
"What a brilliant observation," Bulma said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Your IQ must be at least five or maybe even six."
"You'll pay for that remark," Nappa replied, slowly walking towards Bulma.
Bulma forced herself not to take a step backwards. "Now I'm really scared." And she was, too scared to even consider all the possible defenses she had besides fighting.
"Shake it off Bulma," she told herself. "And fight for your life."
Suddenly Nappa was standing before Bulma. Bulma tried to retreat, but she moved to slowly, and Nappa managed to deliver a swift kick that hit Bulma in the stomach.
Bulma gasped as she hit the steel wall. The room was circular and at least fifty feet in diameter. The ceiling was a dome, and the control system was in the center of the room, reaching from floor to ceiling. Bulma coughed, and the white tiles by her were speckled with red.
Bulma wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, but the metallic taste remained. "Now it's your turn to pay, Nappa."
Nappa snorted.
Bulma's eyes became bright with rage. She phased out and reappeared behind Nappa. Bulma side kicked him, first to his back and then to his neck, hoping to inflict the most damage possible.
"Is that the best you can do?" Nappa asked, rubbing his neck as he turned towards Bulma.
Nappa took his turn at offense. He punched Bulma in the solar plexus. She blocked his second punch that was aimed at her stomach and had her left eye blackened. Bulma was to short to punch Nappa in the face, so she kneed him in the stomach, backed up and kicked him in the head with a jump-spinning sidekick. She flew a few feet away from Nappa.
Nappa kept his head turned to the side for a moment, and then he began firing ki blasts at Bulma. Bulma was able to block them at first, but she was beginning to tire.
"In case you're wondering," Nappa began, continuing to fire ki blast after ki blast. "Vegeta, Raditzu, and Kakarrot are eating right now. There will be no help for you for an hour or so. And by then you'll either be dead or wishing that you were.
Nappa's words distracted Bulma briefly. In that brief period of time a ki blast melt through her protective suit and exposed her now bloodied torso. A second ki blast hit her just above her knee on her left leg. Bulma launched one powerful blast at Nappa; it hit him square in the chest.
Nappa seemed bewildered for a moment, but once he recovered he began advancing towards Bulma. Bulma stood up tall and proud, prepared to face whatever Nappa had in store for her like a true warrior. Her whole body ached, and she fought off the urge to cry.
Nappa fazed out and grabbed Bulma's tail from behind her.
Bulma tried to ignore the pain that threatened to over whelm her and forced herself to turn around. "You have no honor, do you?"
"No," Nappa answered, pulling Bulma's tail and bringing her to her knees before him. Nappa kicked her in the stomach, causing her to land on her back. He held her wrists together over her head and pinned her legs down with his knees.
Nappa crushed her mouth with his and caused her to hit her head on the ground. Reality and illusion fought for control of her mind. In the midst of it all Bulma heard her mother singing. When reality won control a thought struck Bulma. "I can enchant him with my voice, if only I could get free of him first."
Bulma found that Nappa had loosened his hold on her significantly and that she was able to slip her wrists free of his grasp. Bulma formed a destructo disk, with it she could have sliced through a mountain, but instead she used it to cut off Nappa's tail.
Nappa broke off the accursed kiss and scrambled away from Bulma. He looked from his tail that was lying on the ground to Bulma and back again. Bulma stood up on shaky legs and sang, though her voice cracked from the effort. Nappa was enchanted from the first note. He would do nothing, now, that she did not order him to do.
At that instant Vegeta and Kakarrot entered the control room. Kakarrot started at the sight before him and ran to Bulma's side to help support her, but she waved him off. Bulma sang another note and released Nappa from her spell.
"I leave you alone for a minute, Nappa, and you disobey me," Vegeta said, then he saw Nappa's tail. "You dishonor the Elites of Vegetasei. I gave you a chance to prove that you could control yourself, and you destroyed it. You do not deserve to live."
"I beg your mercy, sire," Nappa pled.
Vegeta gave no heed to Nappa's plea though, and blasted him into the next dimension. All that was left of Nappa was a scorch mark on the floor and the image of his ugly face etched forever into Bulma's memory.
"Thank you," Bulma said, then all was dark.
* * *
Bulma felt a pressure in her mind, and instantly she woke up. When she opened her eyes, she found herself floating in a tank filled with green liquid. Bulma's eyes widened when she saw Vegeta through the glass.
"Stay out of my thoughts," She said into the mask that was over her mouth.
"I'm not prying in your thoughts baka," Vegeta snapped, barely suppressing his rage.
All Bulma did was glare daggers at him until he turned around to leave.
.:Coward:. Bulma sent to Vegeta.
.:How did you get passed my shields?:. Vegeta sent back.
.:What shields?:. Bulma asked.
.:You mean you didn't even have to try in order to get passed my shields?:. Vegeta sent back angrily.
.:Wow! You finally figured it out!:. Bulma sent back, wishing desperately that she could get out of the tank.
"Do not enter my mind with out my permission," Vegeta yelled, switching back to speech in his rage. "I have a feeling that you would not like what you would find there if you wandered through it at your own will."
"When can I get out of this thing?" Bulma asked, changing the subject.
"I came here to release you, originally," Vegeta replied. "Now, I think I let you stay in there a while longer."
"Please let me out," Bulma said in her sweetest voice possible. It had no affect on the cold and seemingly uncaring saiyajin.
"I'll let you out if you promise to leave me alone for the duration of our trip to Vegetasei," Vegeta replied.
"You have my word as a warrior," Bulma responded quickly.
Vegeta stood before her tank and entered the pass code to drain the fluid from the tank. Then he lifted the glass, which turned out to be a door of sorts, and let Bulma out. Bulma's clothing was still ruined, but all of her wounds had healed with out even the slightest signs of scarring. Bulma raised her ki and instantly she was dry.
"I'll show you to your room," Vegeta said.
Bulma followed him wordlessly. They entered a narrow corridor and went to the right. After they had passed five or six doors Vegeta halted. He indicated a door on his left. "This is to be your room. Should you need anything, there is an intercom that is linked to Kakarrot's scouter. He shall come as soon as you call him."
Vegeta turned on his heel and left without a parting word. Bulma open the door and stepped into her room. Bulma growled. "This was obviously not meant for a warrior," she mumbled.
And it wasn't. The carpet was deep red and the walls rosy pink. The bed, against the far wall, was covered in pillows and surrounded by a midnight blue canopy. The pillows were various shades of pink and the down comforter was periwinkle blue. At the foot of the bed there was an oaken trunk; it was filled with various types of nightgowns, all were white and most had some form of lace on them.
To the left of the bed there was a door that led to the bathroom. It stood ajar and Bulma peered inside. The tub was a replica of a Victorian tub for it was made of marble and was held up by clawed feet. Next to the tub there was a rack filled with towels and a multitude of shampoos and fragranced body washes. All that was located to the right of the door. In the back of the bathroom there was a toilet, and to the left of the door, a counter top took up the length of the wall with a single sink in the center of it. Above the counter there was the largest mirror that Bulma had ever seen. Bulma retreated quickly away from the bathroom and opened the double doors to the right of the bed. Upon inspection she found a large closet filled with dresses. "This gets better and better by the moment." In the main room there was also a desk. On it there was a computer with a disk by it and her belt that held all of her capsules. Bulma walked over to the desk and picked up the disk. The label read:
Now you can learn 30 alien languages in 30 minutes!
Bulma put on her belt and encapsulated the disk. Then she left the room and went in search of an empty one. Eventually Bulma found an empty, unoccupied room and set up her GR. Over the next two months she didn't emerge from the GR once. She had plenty of food stored in her capsules.
Every time that Bulma would eat she would also take out her lab top and listen to the disk. Her twentieth birthday came and went and by the time that the ship was within a day of Vegetasei Bulma was training in 200g's and she spoke 31 alien languages, if Arlian was included.
Bulma entered the control room. .:Good morning Vegetable head:.
She wore a new set of training clothes since the ones she had trained in had been ripped to shreds. She wore her hair in a ponytail high on her head, and had donned the belt containing all of her capsules.
"How dare you enter my mind after I warned you," Vegeta yelled, pinning Bulma to the wall by her throat.
Bulma said nothing.
"Answer me!" Vegeta hissed, tightening his grip on Bulma's neck.
A normal person would have been crushed after being in Vegeta's grip for more than a few seconds, but Bulma felt next to nothing. So, she chose to remain silent.
After a few minutes of having Vegeta yelling in her face Bulma decided to turn the tables. First she kneed him in the groin. Then she elbowed him in the neck. She wrenched his hands off her neck and pinned him to the wall. Soon, however, she found herself pinned again.
"We shall reach Vegetasei's atmosphere in a few moments," Vegeta commented, acting as if he wasn't holding Bulma up by her throat.
"Well, since we are almost at Vegetasei, I demand that you let go of me and tell me why I'm here," Bulma managed to gasp out.
"I must find a mate," Vegeta said, growling deep in his throat. "My father ordered me to go to Arlia and choose one suitable girl. Other Saiyajins are going to other planets to escort the princesses back. You are one of the candidates who will compete to become queen."
"I'm not some piece of trash who is going to parade around in skimpy outfits, and I refuse to be around a bunch of brainless ditzes whose one goal in life is to become your mate!" Bulma screeched in outrage.
Her tail thrashed uncontrollably behind her, and her power level began increasing in great leaps and bounds. Vegeta was beginning to wonder if he had just made a horrible mistake in telling her why she was going to Vegetasei. Their eyes met and he dropped Bulma.
"I'll humor you and compete in this little competition, but if a guard so much as lays their eyes on me for a moment, they're going to be joining Nappa in the next dimension," Bulma said through clenched teeth.
She headed towards the main computer and prepared the ship for entry into Vegetasei's atmosphere.
"What do you think you're doing?" Radditzu demanded from behind Bulma.
Bulma turned around and glared at him, silencing him instantly. She let her fingers fly over the controls and in seconds the ship was ready. She turned around and smirked at Radditzu as if to say, "See, I'm even better at this then you are and there's no denying it."
"Entering atmosphere," Announced the computer.
A few minutes later it said, "Engaging landing sequence. Prepare for impact."
The ship lurched and Kakarrot stumbled into the room.
"Good morning everyone," Kakarrot said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his fists.
"Opening hatch," announced the computer before it shut off.
"Where did you learn to operate a ship?" Radditzu asked.
"My father invented this model, idiot," Bulma replied angrily, she wasn't in the mood to explain anything. "Why do you think that this model is called the Blue Demon?"
"You are that Bulma Briefs?" Radditzu asked, stunned. "The deceased Dr. Briefs's daughter?"
"You finally figured it out, and I thought you were smart enough to connect my name, which I know the head master gave you, with my father's," Bulma said. She flew off the ship so quickly that no one could stop her.