Chapter 3
Arrival at Vegetasei
When the prince and his guards exited the ship they found that Bulma had been surrounded by a group of elite soldiers. Vegeta was surprised that, instead of attacking the Elites, she had decided to just stand there, scowling all the while.
"Who is this?" Demanded a saiyajin who would have looked just like Vegeta if he had been younger.
"Her name is Bulma Briefs. She attends the University of Arlia. Her power level far surpassed the other weak females. So I chose her as one of the candidates, father," Vegeta replied, signaling for the guards to leave. "Kakarrot, Radditzu, go and see your mates."
"Yes sire," replied Kakarrot and Radditzu in unison before they sped off.
"I hope that you find your stay on Vegetasei enjoyable, Ms. Briefs," Vegeta no Ou said smiling. "Vegeta shall show to your room. I, however, must go."
"Follow me," Vegeta said, a hint of anger evident in his voice.
"Thank you for the disk Vegeta," Bulma said, jogging to keep up with Vegeta.
Vegeta did not respond, and they walked toward the palace along a path way made of black marble. Ships were docked at every open space along the path, making for a very impressive fleet. The crafts varied in size from a small one-man pod to a twelve story craft that appeared to be able to transport an army of ten thousand. Bulma was able to recognize some of the various models but others were completely unfamiliar to her.
Finally the two reached the palace. Two guards bowed to Vegeta while they opened the massive oaken doors. Bulma gasped at the sight revealed to her. The entire entrance hall seemed to have been carved from a single slab of black marble. Two rows of columns in the canter of the hall supported the ceiling. The columns were placed at even intervals of a few feet, making a walkway between them, and torches were placed on the columns for lighting.
Their boots clicked on the floor as they continued on, side by side. Bulma caught a glimpse of her reflection on a smooth, polished column. When they came upon a second set of double doors two new guards awaited them. The guards bowed as they opened the doors.
Bulma and Vegeta entered into a wide hallway with portraits and tapestries hanging on both walls. The portraits depicted every Vegeta no Ou that had ruled. The only way to tell one from another was by their clothing. One king wore a fur coat and gaudy jewelry, and another wore gold plated armor and held his helmet under his arm.
The tapestries illustrated battles. Always the Saiyajin Elites triumphed. Never did an Elite appear to have any kind of an injury. And always the Elites had tails. The Saiyajins' foes ranged from men who looked akin to the Saiyajins to creatures that Bulma had not imagined existed even in her most horrible of nightmares.
In one portrait there were creatures that appeared to be some kind of animal. They had fur and fought with claws instead of ki. Their eyes were red, and their ears were pointed. They had no tails, but one such creature was larger than five men.
After getting over the daze that the palace had put her in, Bulma removed capsule number twenty from the box that hung at her hip. In the capsule was Bulma's first version of the Gravity Room, the one she had trained in on the ship.
"I think that you might like this," Bulma said, placing the capsule in Vegeta's hands.
He looked at it questioningly.
"That capsule contains one of my inventions called the Gravity Room. In case you were wondering, that is how I increased my power level while on Arlia and on your ship. All you have to do is press the button on the top and throw it away from you. There will be a small explosion and poof, you have your Gravity Room."
Vegeta made a soft noise to acknowledge his appreciation but said nothing else. The corridor continued to wind on without an end in sight. Every now and then they turned down another corridor, but otherwise they kept straight on. At last they reached an area with doors and many hallways leading away from the main one.
Vegeta turned abruptly and ordered Bulma to place her hand on a panel by a door. Bulma felt a tiny prick on one of her fingers, and when she drew her hand away she found that the computer had taken a blood sample.
"I'll have to figure out how that works later," Bulma thought as the door slid open.
"Only my mother, father, you and I have access to your room," Vegeta said. "You may go into any room that opens when you put your hand on the panel. The other ladies will be arriving throughout the day tomorrow. Dinner is at 1800 hours. Until they arrive you may do as you please."
Vegeta mumbled something else incoherently and stalked off. Bulma assumed that he was going to test out his new Gravity Room.
This room was much better suited to Bulma's personality than the hideous room on the ship had been. The walls were painted a blue so dark that they were nearly black. The carpet and curtains on the canopy bed were black. The blankets, comforter, and pillows on her bed were midnight blue and made of the perfect combination of down and silk.
There was a chest at the foot of her bed. Bulma kneeled down in front of it to see what was inside and found that it was filled with bed clothing. All of the nightgowns were made of black satin. There were baggy pants with elastic waistbands, boxer-like shorts, tight tank tops, loose button up, and long sleeved tops. There were also dress-like gowns. Some were short and others were long and flowing.
The closet to the left of the bed was as big as Bulma's room at the University had been. Thankfully, the closet was not filled with dresses. The bathroom, however, was almost identical to the one on the ship. The only difference was that the room was made entirely of black marble except for the mirror, lights, toilet and sink. In the main room there was also an ebony desk with a chair beside it made of crushed velvet.
Finished inspecting, Bulma encapsulated everything that she had brought with her except the GR, her pod, and other inventions. She encapsulated 3 of her bots and instructed them to organize the room and all of her stuff. Bulma resisted the temptation of taking a nap in the canopy bed and decided, instead, to take a long bath.
Bulma entered the bathroom to find that the bots had already placed all of her toiletries in it. The marble, claw-footed tub filled quickly with water, and Bulma discarded her training gear. Slowly, to get used to the heat, she lowered herself into the tub. Soon Bulma's tense muscles began to relax.
"I could get used to this easily," Bulma commented aloud, sighing with contentment as she began to purr softly.
She washed her hair and body twice, with help from her tail, until every inch of her body shone with cleanliness. After nearly falling asleep twice Bulma reluctantly left the tub and wrapped a fluffy white towel securely about her. Once she found a brush she attacked the knotted mass that she had allowed her hair to become. When she was done it trailed to the middle of her waist.
Bulma told one of the bots to cleanup the bathroom. While it completed its task Bulma got dressed. First she pulled on a pair of lose black gee pants. Over that she chose to wear a sleeveless dress that touched the ground, but was slit almost all the way to her hips on both sides. The dress was black with a golden dragon sewn on the back and had thin golden trim that was always one inch away from the edge of the dress. For shoes she decided to wear a pair of black sandals. In the compartment on the bottom of her right shoe she placed the capsule that contained her GR. It was one of Bulma's favorite outfits that she herself had made.
Bulma pulled her hair back in a high ponytail and let a few strands of hair escape it to frame her face. By the time she was done her computer, that was now on the desk, had already announced that it was 1700 hours.
To pass the time Bulma did her nightly set of 10,000 one fingered pushups.
"Quite impressive dear," someone said from the doorway.
Bulma pushed off the ground and flipped midair. She landed in a fighting stance and began forming a ki blast in her hand.
"Identify yourself," Bulma commanded.
"Daya, Queen of the Saiyajins," replied the woman, smiling warmly.
Daya was quite small and fragile looking. She had wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. Her gown was silver and completely contrasted her black hair and ebony eyes.
Bulma paled a bit, confusion clearly written all over her face as she stood in a neutral stance, hands at her sides and feet shoulder width apart.
"I chose to escort you to dinner tonight instead of sending a guard," Daya said, exiting the room, and gesturing for Bulma to follow. "I presumed that if I sent a guard for you he might quickly find himself in the next dimension. Was I correct?"
"Hai," Bulma replied. "I am not Arlian, and I am in no way, shape, or form anything like them. I don't throw myself at every available male that I see."
"Indeed you aren't like the Arlians," Daya said laughing a laugh that reminded Bulma of water trickling down a stream. "Where are you from?"
"My parents found me in a pod on a planet called earth, but they were murdered before they were able to figure out where I was from," Bulma whispered, so that only the queen could hear.
"I remember when Frieza destroyed that planet," Daya said soothingly. "But I believe you are a Blue Saiyajin."
"What's a Blue Saiyajin?" Bulma asked, her curiosity piqued.
"They are extremely rare," Daya explained. "They are capable of becoming stronger than even the legendary Super Saiyajin, only Blue Saiyajins are females and Super Saiyajins are males. Not only are Blue Saiyajins known for their power but also their beauty, intelligence, and short tempers. It is said that if a Blue Saiyajin and a Super Saiyajin mate their children will be the strongest in the universe. There is only one known Blue Saiyajin."
"Who?" Bulma asked, accidentally reverting to Arlian.
"What was that?" the queen asked in saiyajin.
"Who?" Bulma asked, once again speaking in saiyajin, the first language that the disk had taught her.
"Her name was Charu, in old saiyajin "charu" meant beautiful. She was said to be the most beautiful Saiyajin that had ever lived."
"What happened to her?" Bulma asked.
"No one knows," Daya replied. "Now, tell me more about yourself."
"Until I was seven years old I was raised on earth," Bulma said, her voice devoid of all emotions. "As my pod cleared earth's atmosphere, for the University of Arlia, Frieza blew Earth up. I've committed all of my spare time, these last thirteen years, to studying and training. I even invented a Gravity Room to train in since the Arlians were so pathetic. One flick of my finger and they were as good as dead."
"What's your power level?" Daya asked.
"I don't know," Bulma replied.
"Do you have any other talents besides fighting?" Daya asked as they stopped in front of two huge marble doors.
"I'm told that I can sing like a goddess," Bulma replied, opening the doors before the guards could.
"For now, I imagine, that you wish to eat, but perhaps sometime you will sing for me?" Daya said, entering the Royal Dining Hall ahead of Bulma.
"Maybe," Bulma replied.
Ugh, Bulma thought. The last time I sang for a group I wound up with every one who heard me sing following me everywhere and offer to do everything for me. That is, until I finally figured out how to break my own spell. Never again!
"Sit here dear," Daya said, indicating the place that was directly across from Vegeta.
Bulma bowed to the king and sat down. Vegeta was glaring at Bulma, so she glared right back at him. At the same moment they looked in opposite directions, crossed their arms, and scowled. Vegeta no Ou and Daya had long since decided to not even try to make conversation with either of them. So they sat in silence until 7 servants appeared, arms laden with platters of food.
The king and prince dug in to their food quickly, but surprisingly neatly also. Bulma and Daya both ate slowly and finished long after the males did. Promptly 7 servants appeared, as if on cue, and whisked away all of the empty plates. Then they appeared with dessert.
Bulma had never seen so many sweets before in her life and she licked her lips in anticipation. First she ate a bowl of ice cream topped with heaps of hot fudge. Then she moved on to brownies with chocolate frosting and she polished off a vanilla cake with French vanilla frosting. She tried some of the bread pudding and chocolate pudding.
There were tarts and donut-like rolls. There were chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal, and raisin cookies. The last thing that Bulma ate was a strange fruit. It was shaped like an apple, but colored like a plum and there was so much juice that it dribbled down Bulma's chin until she whipped it off with her napkin. When she was done she licked each of her fingers and sighed with contentment. She didn't remember the last time that she had been given even close to enough food to sate her Saiyajin appetite.
"What level did you get to Vegeta?" Bulma asked, the food had put her in a good mood and even Vegeta didn't seem like such a bad person at the moment.
"Around 50g's," Vegeta replied smugly. "Where are you? 150g's?"
"No," Bulma replied, grinning when she saw Vegeta smirk. "I reached 200g on your ship. It really helped to have two whole months to train. How can I ever thank you enough?"
Before the conversation could turn into a heated argument Daya interrupted, "Vegeta, darling, why don't you show Bulma around the palace?"
All that Vegeta did was growl in response.
"Ooh stop, you're really scaring me," Bulma said. "All that I really want to see is the training grounds. Oh, I'll need an open space to put my Gravity Room where no one will disturb it. Wouldn't want anyone to be crushed by punching in the wrong amount of gravity."
"Why don't you put it in the Royal Training Room," Vegeta no Ou suggested. "You have my permission to train in there when ever you wish."
"Thank you," Bulma replied.
"Plus if my GR breaks you'll be near by to fix it," Vegeta put in. "Follow me Onna."
He took off with Bulma following close at his heals. Vegeta stopped suddenly causing Bulma to run into him full force and send him flying into the door. Bulma was trying hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching. Finally when Bulma got herself under control she placed her hand on the panel to let it take a blood sample.
When the door opened the sight that met Bulma's eyes was amazing, to say the least. There was gymnastics equipment such as a vault, a high beam, uneven bars, and mats to practice floor routines on. In addition to that there was a pool for swimming laps and one for diving. There were also weights, an ice-skating rink and Vegeta's GR.
"Put it in the far right corner," Vegeta commanded before flying off towards his GR.
"I must have been insane when I agreed to come here!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta's retreating form.
Vegeta ignored her and continued walking towards his gravity room. Once he had entered Bulma moved to her designated area, removed her capsule from the compartment in her shoe, and encapsulated her GR.
Bulma cranked the gravity up to 220g and began doing a set of 10,000 pushups, and then 10,000 sit-ups. She proceeded to do katas, she moved in a way that other fighters, even the best of the best, could only envy. In her gymnastic routine she ended with 8 flips and stood panting in a perfect fighting stance. Suddenly, for no reason, Bulma's temper flared up.
Out of anger she tore the bottom half of her dress off, it was already torn in too many places for her to count anyways. She used it to wipe the sweet off her face and the back of her neck. She tossed the platform shoes up and blast them; they no longer had any capsules in them.
Bulma was thoroughly bored so she decided to test out some of the gymnastics equipment. Bulma exited the GR and suppressed her ki until it was almost nonexistent. She made her way towards the balance beam, which was about as high as her shoulders.
Bulma ran at it and did a backhand spring to launch herself into the air. She did a quadruple back flip and landed on the beam without even wobbling once.
"I've still got it!" Bulma thought triumphantly before she forced all thoughts, except those about her routine, out of her mind.
Bulma did a back walkover, nearly bending her back in half, and then a double tuck back flip, landing in a one handed handstand. She did a pirouette (a/n: turned in a full circle) and pushed off and flipped thrice, this time landing in the splits in the middle of the beam.
She gripped the beam tightly on both sides and slowly raised herself into a handstand that she turned into a front walk over. Her toes were on the edge of the balance beam and she was facing the wall instead of the other end of the beam, so she did 3 back handsprings. This brought her to the opposite side and she flipped all the way to the closest wall where she powered up, pushed off, and landed on the mats.
Bulma's floor routine was done in a blur. At least that's how it would look to an untrained eye. But the person watching her was anything but untrained.
Arrival at Vegetasei
When the prince and his guards exited the ship they found that Bulma had been surrounded by a group of elite soldiers. Vegeta was surprised that, instead of attacking the Elites, she had decided to just stand there, scowling all the while.
"Who is this?" Demanded a saiyajin who would have looked just like Vegeta if he had been younger.
"Her name is Bulma Briefs. She attends the University of Arlia. Her power level far surpassed the other weak females. So I chose her as one of the candidates, father," Vegeta replied, signaling for the guards to leave. "Kakarrot, Radditzu, go and see your mates."
"Yes sire," replied Kakarrot and Radditzu in unison before they sped off.
"I hope that you find your stay on Vegetasei enjoyable, Ms. Briefs," Vegeta no Ou said smiling. "Vegeta shall show to your room. I, however, must go."
"Follow me," Vegeta said, a hint of anger evident in his voice.
"Thank you for the disk Vegeta," Bulma said, jogging to keep up with Vegeta.
Vegeta did not respond, and they walked toward the palace along a path way made of black marble. Ships were docked at every open space along the path, making for a very impressive fleet. The crafts varied in size from a small one-man pod to a twelve story craft that appeared to be able to transport an army of ten thousand. Bulma was able to recognize some of the various models but others were completely unfamiliar to her.
Finally the two reached the palace. Two guards bowed to Vegeta while they opened the massive oaken doors. Bulma gasped at the sight revealed to her. The entire entrance hall seemed to have been carved from a single slab of black marble. Two rows of columns in the canter of the hall supported the ceiling. The columns were placed at even intervals of a few feet, making a walkway between them, and torches were placed on the columns for lighting.
Their boots clicked on the floor as they continued on, side by side. Bulma caught a glimpse of her reflection on a smooth, polished column. When they came upon a second set of double doors two new guards awaited them. The guards bowed as they opened the doors.
Bulma and Vegeta entered into a wide hallway with portraits and tapestries hanging on both walls. The portraits depicted every Vegeta no Ou that had ruled. The only way to tell one from another was by their clothing. One king wore a fur coat and gaudy jewelry, and another wore gold plated armor and held his helmet under his arm.
The tapestries illustrated battles. Always the Saiyajin Elites triumphed. Never did an Elite appear to have any kind of an injury. And always the Elites had tails. The Saiyajins' foes ranged from men who looked akin to the Saiyajins to creatures that Bulma had not imagined existed even in her most horrible of nightmares.
In one portrait there were creatures that appeared to be some kind of animal. They had fur and fought with claws instead of ki. Their eyes were red, and their ears were pointed. They had no tails, but one such creature was larger than five men.
After getting over the daze that the palace had put her in, Bulma removed capsule number twenty from the box that hung at her hip. In the capsule was Bulma's first version of the Gravity Room, the one she had trained in on the ship.
"I think that you might like this," Bulma said, placing the capsule in Vegeta's hands.
He looked at it questioningly.
"That capsule contains one of my inventions called the Gravity Room. In case you were wondering, that is how I increased my power level while on Arlia and on your ship. All you have to do is press the button on the top and throw it away from you. There will be a small explosion and poof, you have your Gravity Room."
Vegeta made a soft noise to acknowledge his appreciation but said nothing else. The corridor continued to wind on without an end in sight. Every now and then they turned down another corridor, but otherwise they kept straight on. At last they reached an area with doors and many hallways leading away from the main one.
Vegeta turned abruptly and ordered Bulma to place her hand on a panel by a door. Bulma felt a tiny prick on one of her fingers, and when she drew her hand away she found that the computer had taken a blood sample.
"I'll have to figure out how that works later," Bulma thought as the door slid open.
"Only my mother, father, you and I have access to your room," Vegeta said. "You may go into any room that opens when you put your hand on the panel. The other ladies will be arriving throughout the day tomorrow. Dinner is at 1800 hours. Until they arrive you may do as you please."
Vegeta mumbled something else incoherently and stalked off. Bulma assumed that he was going to test out his new Gravity Room.
This room was much better suited to Bulma's personality than the hideous room on the ship had been. The walls were painted a blue so dark that they were nearly black. The carpet and curtains on the canopy bed were black. The blankets, comforter, and pillows on her bed were midnight blue and made of the perfect combination of down and silk.
There was a chest at the foot of her bed. Bulma kneeled down in front of it to see what was inside and found that it was filled with bed clothing. All of the nightgowns were made of black satin. There were baggy pants with elastic waistbands, boxer-like shorts, tight tank tops, loose button up, and long sleeved tops. There were also dress-like gowns. Some were short and others were long and flowing.
The closet to the left of the bed was as big as Bulma's room at the University had been. Thankfully, the closet was not filled with dresses. The bathroom, however, was almost identical to the one on the ship. The only difference was that the room was made entirely of black marble except for the mirror, lights, toilet and sink. In the main room there was also an ebony desk with a chair beside it made of crushed velvet.
Finished inspecting, Bulma encapsulated everything that she had brought with her except the GR, her pod, and other inventions. She encapsulated 3 of her bots and instructed them to organize the room and all of her stuff. Bulma resisted the temptation of taking a nap in the canopy bed and decided, instead, to take a long bath.
Bulma entered the bathroom to find that the bots had already placed all of her toiletries in it. The marble, claw-footed tub filled quickly with water, and Bulma discarded her training gear. Slowly, to get used to the heat, she lowered herself into the tub. Soon Bulma's tense muscles began to relax.
"I could get used to this easily," Bulma commented aloud, sighing with contentment as she began to purr softly.
She washed her hair and body twice, with help from her tail, until every inch of her body shone with cleanliness. After nearly falling asleep twice Bulma reluctantly left the tub and wrapped a fluffy white towel securely about her. Once she found a brush she attacked the knotted mass that she had allowed her hair to become. When she was done it trailed to the middle of her waist.
Bulma told one of the bots to cleanup the bathroom. While it completed its task Bulma got dressed. First she pulled on a pair of lose black gee pants. Over that she chose to wear a sleeveless dress that touched the ground, but was slit almost all the way to her hips on both sides. The dress was black with a golden dragon sewn on the back and had thin golden trim that was always one inch away from the edge of the dress. For shoes she decided to wear a pair of black sandals. In the compartment on the bottom of her right shoe she placed the capsule that contained her GR. It was one of Bulma's favorite outfits that she herself had made.
Bulma pulled her hair back in a high ponytail and let a few strands of hair escape it to frame her face. By the time she was done her computer, that was now on the desk, had already announced that it was 1700 hours.
To pass the time Bulma did her nightly set of 10,000 one fingered pushups.
"Quite impressive dear," someone said from the doorway.
Bulma pushed off the ground and flipped midair. She landed in a fighting stance and began forming a ki blast in her hand.
"Identify yourself," Bulma commanded.
"Daya, Queen of the Saiyajins," replied the woman, smiling warmly.
Daya was quite small and fragile looking. She had wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. Her gown was silver and completely contrasted her black hair and ebony eyes.
Bulma paled a bit, confusion clearly written all over her face as she stood in a neutral stance, hands at her sides and feet shoulder width apart.
"I chose to escort you to dinner tonight instead of sending a guard," Daya said, exiting the room, and gesturing for Bulma to follow. "I presumed that if I sent a guard for you he might quickly find himself in the next dimension. Was I correct?"
"Hai," Bulma replied. "I am not Arlian, and I am in no way, shape, or form anything like them. I don't throw myself at every available male that I see."
"Indeed you aren't like the Arlians," Daya said laughing a laugh that reminded Bulma of water trickling down a stream. "Where are you from?"
"My parents found me in a pod on a planet called earth, but they were murdered before they were able to figure out where I was from," Bulma whispered, so that only the queen could hear.
"I remember when Frieza destroyed that planet," Daya said soothingly. "But I believe you are a Blue Saiyajin."
"What's a Blue Saiyajin?" Bulma asked, her curiosity piqued.
"They are extremely rare," Daya explained. "They are capable of becoming stronger than even the legendary Super Saiyajin, only Blue Saiyajins are females and Super Saiyajins are males. Not only are Blue Saiyajins known for their power but also their beauty, intelligence, and short tempers. It is said that if a Blue Saiyajin and a Super Saiyajin mate their children will be the strongest in the universe. There is only one known Blue Saiyajin."
"Who?" Bulma asked, accidentally reverting to Arlian.
"What was that?" the queen asked in saiyajin.
"Who?" Bulma asked, once again speaking in saiyajin, the first language that the disk had taught her.
"Her name was Charu, in old saiyajin "charu" meant beautiful. She was said to be the most beautiful Saiyajin that had ever lived."
"What happened to her?" Bulma asked.
"No one knows," Daya replied. "Now, tell me more about yourself."
"Until I was seven years old I was raised on earth," Bulma said, her voice devoid of all emotions. "As my pod cleared earth's atmosphere, for the University of Arlia, Frieza blew Earth up. I've committed all of my spare time, these last thirteen years, to studying and training. I even invented a Gravity Room to train in since the Arlians were so pathetic. One flick of my finger and they were as good as dead."
"What's your power level?" Daya asked.
"I don't know," Bulma replied.
"Do you have any other talents besides fighting?" Daya asked as they stopped in front of two huge marble doors.
"I'm told that I can sing like a goddess," Bulma replied, opening the doors before the guards could.
"For now, I imagine, that you wish to eat, but perhaps sometime you will sing for me?" Daya said, entering the Royal Dining Hall ahead of Bulma.
"Maybe," Bulma replied.
Ugh, Bulma thought. The last time I sang for a group I wound up with every one who heard me sing following me everywhere and offer to do everything for me. That is, until I finally figured out how to break my own spell. Never again!
"Sit here dear," Daya said, indicating the place that was directly across from Vegeta.
Bulma bowed to the king and sat down. Vegeta was glaring at Bulma, so she glared right back at him. At the same moment they looked in opposite directions, crossed their arms, and scowled. Vegeta no Ou and Daya had long since decided to not even try to make conversation with either of them. So they sat in silence until 7 servants appeared, arms laden with platters of food.
The king and prince dug in to their food quickly, but surprisingly neatly also. Bulma and Daya both ate slowly and finished long after the males did. Promptly 7 servants appeared, as if on cue, and whisked away all of the empty plates. Then they appeared with dessert.
Bulma had never seen so many sweets before in her life and she licked her lips in anticipation. First she ate a bowl of ice cream topped with heaps of hot fudge. Then she moved on to brownies with chocolate frosting and she polished off a vanilla cake with French vanilla frosting. She tried some of the bread pudding and chocolate pudding.
There were tarts and donut-like rolls. There were chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal, and raisin cookies. The last thing that Bulma ate was a strange fruit. It was shaped like an apple, but colored like a plum and there was so much juice that it dribbled down Bulma's chin until she whipped it off with her napkin. When she was done she licked each of her fingers and sighed with contentment. She didn't remember the last time that she had been given even close to enough food to sate her Saiyajin appetite.
"What level did you get to Vegeta?" Bulma asked, the food had put her in a good mood and even Vegeta didn't seem like such a bad person at the moment.
"Around 50g's," Vegeta replied smugly. "Where are you? 150g's?"
"No," Bulma replied, grinning when she saw Vegeta smirk. "I reached 200g on your ship. It really helped to have two whole months to train. How can I ever thank you enough?"
Before the conversation could turn into a heated argument Daya interrupted, "Vegeta, darling, why don't you show Bulma around the palace?"
All that Vegeta did was growl in response.
"Ooh stop, you're really scaring me," Bulma said. "All that I really want to see is the training grounds. Oh, I'll need an open space to put my Gravity Room where no one will disturb it. Wouldn't want anyone to be crushed by punching in the wrong amount of gravity."
"Why don't you put it in the Royal Training Room," Vegeta no Ou suggested. "You have my permission to train in there when ever you wish."
"Thank you," Bulma replied.
"Plus if my GR breaks you'll be near by to fix it," Vegeta put in. "Follow me Onna."
He took off with Bulma following close at his heals. Vegeta stopped suddenly causing Bulma to run into him full force and send him flying into the door. Bulma was trying hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth kept twitching. Finally when Bulma got herself under control she placed her hand on the panel to let it take a blood sample.
When the door opened the sight that met Bulma's eyes was amazing, to say the least. There was gymnastics equipment such as a vault, a high beam, uneven bars, and mats to practice floor routines on. In addition to that there was a pool for swimming laps and one for diving. There were also weights, an ice-skating rink and Vegeta's GR.
"Put it in the far right corner," Vegeta commanded before flying off towards his GR.
"I must have been insane when I agreed to come here!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta's retreating form.
Vegeta ignored her and continued walking towards his gravity room. Once he had entered Bulma moved to her designated area, removed her capsule from the compartment in her shoe, and encapsulated her GR.
Bulma cranked the gravity up to 220g and began doing a set of 10,000 pushups, and then 10,000 sit-ups. She proceeded to do katas, she moved in a way that other fighters, even the best of the best, could only envy. In her gymnastic routine she ended with 8 flips and stood panting in a perfect fighting stance. Suddenly, for no reason, Bulma's temper flared up.
Out of anger she tore the bottom half of her dress off, it was already torn in too many places for her to count anyways. She used it to wipe the sweet off her face and the back of her neck. She tossed the platform shoes up and blast them; they no longer had any capsules in them.
Bulma was thoroughly bored so she decided to test out some of the gymnastics equipment. Bulma exited the GR and suppressed her ki until it was almost nonexistent. She made her way towards the balance beam, which was about as high as her shoulders.
Bulma ran at it and did a backhand spring to launch herself into the air. She did a quadruple back flip and landed on the beam without even wobbling once.
"I've still got it!" Bulma thought triumphantly before she forced all thoughts, except those about her routine, out of her mind.
Bulma did a back walkover, nearly bending her back in half, and then a double tuck back flip, landing in a one handed handstand. She did a pirouette (a/n: turned in a full circle) and pushed off and flipped thrice, this time landing in the splits in the middle of the beam.
She gripped the beam tightly on both sides and slowly raised herself into a handstand that she turned into a front walk over. Her toes were on the edge of the balance beam and she was facing the wall instead of the other end of the beam, so she did 3 back handsprings. This brought her to the opposite side and she flipped all the way to the closest wall where she powered up, pushed off, and landed on the mats.
Bulma's floor routine was done in a blur. At least that's how it would look to an untrained eye. But the person watching her was anything but untrained.