AN: I still own nothing. Absolutely, positively, stinkin' nothing. I'm stuck on Operetta, but this story's coming out easily. Sigh.
A translucent green eyepiece shone above the railing of the spiraling, pointed tan tower. Flashing numbers and locations, the man holding the eyepiece shook in fear from behind his hiding place below the rails. He looked up, saw that the numbers had peaked, and tapped a small button next to him that signaled an alarm inside the compound and a silent warning to the hidden fighters. It was their turn now.
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Vegeta cocked his head, enjoying the view. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, the False Saiyan colonies did contain some sort of aesthetic beauty. No matter, beauty was expendable. Peering down, he saw the compound that must house their base equipment, and their leader. Arcing towards it, he noticed a lone figure standing at the end of a valley. He squinted, and recognized her as the False Saiyan leader. Probably thinking she was safe observing from there while I attacked the compound. No one outsmarts the Prince of all Saiyans.
Pivoting in midair, Vegeta pointed his body towards the blue-haired female. I'll show her.
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Bulma half-turned her body towards the oncoming Prince. Looking up, she saw him rapidly descending upon her. He was much more fearsome in person than in spy pictures and royal tapestries. She could feel her resolve begin to crumble, and steeled herself against running. The only way she had a shot was to not run into the building. For our families, for our life, this is it.
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Vegeta smirked as the female came into plain sight. Increasing his speed a bit, he prepared himself to grab her and take off again in one swoop. If he could take her out from right under their noses, it would destroy their hopes of recovery. He stretched out his arms in front of him, and made eye contact with the girl. Their gazes locked, Vegeta smirked harder. It was all too…A flash in front of his eyes and a clamp on his wrist made him stop.
Pulling up sharply in midair, he frantically looked around to see what had happened. Once he turned his head behind him, another rush of air swept by him, and another clamp encircled his other wrist. Suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, he shook his head to clear it, and began feeling for large powers near him. Not finding any, he resorted to scanning with his eyes. Growling in frustration, he yelled, "Show yourselves!" to the seemingly deserted ground beneath him.
Simultaneously, two more bursts came up toward his feet, one from each alleyway on either side of him. Vegeta turned, and attempted to power up, but was hampered by something that made him weak and ineffectual. Unable to move quickly, he could only kick wildly as a bald man and a dark-haired man snapped two more metal cuffs onto each of his ankles, and dropped off onto the opposite alley.
This proved to be too much for Vegeta, as he felt his energy rush out of him. He turned to face Bulma, and dove down towards where she stood, still immobile, and still with a blank expression. Letting everything go, his tail unwound from around his waist, and he used his remaining energy to make an attempt at grabbing her. Their eyes locked, he came closer, and closer. He almost reached her, his fingers brushed her arms, and he smiled. Then, the clamp trapped his tail, stealing the last bit of energy. He promptly dropped, collapsing on his face, the gravel from the floor embedding itself in his cheek and cutting his palms.
Pushing himself to his knees, he looked up into Bulma's face. She pulled her hand out from behind her, and produced a collar of similar material to the other cuffs he had on. She calmly stepped forward, and latched it around his corded neck. He panted in exhaustion; the effort of keeping his head up was almost too much. Virtually all his ki was gone, just enough to live off of remained.
He felt two pairs of hands grab under his arms and roughly hoist him to a standing position. Too weak to fight back, Vegeta just stared defiantly at the blue-haired beauty. She tilted her head to one side, pulled a needle out, and injected him with a clear substance.
"Goodnight, sweet Prince."
And then his world turned black.
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Slowly exhaling, Vegeta sat up. Trying to shake off the drug-induced fog, he rubbed his face with his palms before slowly opening his eyes. He squinted against the harsh lighting, and blinked a few times before things came into focus. He had been placed in a bare holding cell of some sort, devoid of even a bed. Looking around, he saw no bars to hold him in place on the front part of his enclosure.
Dragging himself to his feet, he stood, and walked up to the front, only to be shocked, and thrown back against the back wall. Landing with a sickening thud, Vegeta narrowed his eyes. What in the…?
"Don't bother. It's specially made to keep you in, Vegeta." Rounding the corner, Bulma strode in, Yamucha right behind her. She walked up to the wall, and smiled at her captive. "I made it myself. Like it?"
"I'll kill you where you stand!" Vegeta roared back, furious at her audacity.
"But you've got no energy. Those nice little decorations? They're made to deaden ki. You couldn't even light a fire right now."
"Then I'll do it with my bare hands!" He leapt up, and ran headfirst into the energy barrier again, which once more threw him backwards.
Bulma laughed. "Right. And how you gonna do that, Veggie? That little barrier won't let you, and you don't have enough ki to destroy the walls. Which are extra reinforced just in case one of those cuffs fails, anyway."
Vegeta growled low in his throat. "I am your Prince, and you will treat me as such!"
"Not here, you're not. You're in my territory now."
Yamucha fidgeted a bit. "Bulma, I don't think it's a good idea to taunt him," he warned.
"Why not? Not like he can do anything. Isn't that right, Veggie?" she taunted.
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"Sire, the Prince has not returned from his mission yet. Should we send a search party?"
"No. We will wait. If he was killed, I'm sure they will let us know. And if he isn't, he will figure his way back. We wait."
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Throwing open the door, Bulma stepped outside where twin ships waited. She frowned, and walked over to the control room. "Why don't these ships have their last layer yet? We need to get going soon!"
The attendant cowered a bit under Bulma's harsh yelling. "We had a delay. The materials just arrived ten minutes ago."
Bulma exhaled sharply. There were always delays. "Have you found a habitable planet yet?"
The auburn-haired human nodded. "Yes. I believe it is the third planet from the sun in this galaxy." He pulled up a star map of the Milky Way and zoomed in. "The atmosphere and temperatures are compatible with human biology, and the planet seems abundant with resources."
"Good. Any sentient life?"
"Nothing as advanced as we are. There seems to be animal life in abundance, but no signs of gathered civilizations."
Bulma sighed. "I'd rather not mess with the natural evolution of the planet, but we've got to find a new planet. If we lose, we need a new home."
"Have things gone well so far?"
"Yes. We have the Prince. We'll send an envoy to the Palace in four days."
"Good."
"Keep working on that planet, and alert me to any changes to the ships."
"OK."
AN2: How many of ya'll expected that one? Hehehehehehe.
Kahlan: Look! It's your B/V interaction! Just not as you thought! I'm so evil, I swear… Chasing cute guys that continue to elude you, eh? I hear ya on that one. Maybe that's the real reason I made Bulma capture Vegeta…repressed desire for me to finally capture a certain guy… Of course, I'd sincerely hope my captive doesn't go off the deep end like Veggie, tho.
And I have a plan for Yamucha…I can't help it, I feel bad for him.
And pull a George Lucas? I hope my mush scenes actually are believable! ;)
Baby Buruma: T'ank ya.
Vega: Hey, the old pervert is always shafted. He needed a wife at some point. (And if he hadn't had a wife/girlfriend, how could he have a daughter in the sequel? ;) ) Thanks for reading!