After laying her onto his bed he left this room, making sure to lock it before he left it. He didn't trust his 'brother' or the commander. And Bulma was in no condition to deal with anything let alone protect herself from the two knuckleheads. Not saying a word he dented one of the walls with the form of Napa. It didn't take him long to locate the close switch on Bulma's creation. "No one is to touch this or destroy it." He announce, making sure to meet the prince's eyes on this. "If they do they will answer to me."
"Watch your place." Napa began the all too familiar rant.
"Shut up Napa, I'm stronger than you and you know it." He had no patients. He was well over a hundred years, nearly one hundred-sixty; he wasn't the naive child that had been forced from his home. But that didn't mean he wouldn't protect those that lay in his past, or in this case his bed. "And Radditz don't event think of going into my room." He turned to see said Sayain trying to by pass his lock system. Somehow to this day he had been able to keep his ki tracking skills a secret. An advantage he used ruthlessly in battle. 'Bulma would have had it done ages ago.' He thought softly. Looking to Vegeta he faltered momentarily. As strong as he had become over the years Vegeta could still top him in battle, he had the power and he had the experience. Blood lust was also a part of it. "I have taken her under my protection." He stated, not waiting for an answer he turned and left for the kitchens. He was hungry, and he was willing to bet Bulma would be too when she awoke. He was right.
Looking around his room as she ate she decided it best not to ask too much as to what she was eating. She had the feeling she wasn't going to want to know. Finally she worked up the nerve to ask the biggest question on her mind at the present. "How long, I mean. I was gone a while; even I can see the difference in the technologies around here. But how long has it been?" He cute her off.
"I was twelve when they separated us Bulma. I'm one-hundred-sixty now." Her mouth fell. Sure he was alien but wow! He chuckled lightly, she saw the pain in his eyes, never again would she see the sweet innocence she had grown to love.
"I have to fix that machine." She said, trying not to play with her mystery food. She still felt oddly detached from herself. Mellow, it was as if everything was detached and didn't touch her. Even the shock of her friend's age or how long she had been a bottle of ooze hadn't bothered her much.
"Why? I mean we have you and all of Frieze's other victims have long since been incinerated for burial." One name, two syllables. Big meaning.
"Chi-Chi." He nearly choked on his food. "I have her, they out her in before me. Why else do you think I would make such a hell machine like this? Only I was the test subject of it." She shuddered slightly, the biggest reaction she had given since her awakening. "I hate to think how many others were put into my contraption." She felt the warm arms of Goku surround her and she let him hold her. She didn't cry, her heart felt numb. Later she was sure it would all hit her, but not now. 'Later, not now. Later.'
He watched as she left the room, new clothes that she had spirited from somewhere. Not giving any of them the time of day she left for the cube she had been imprisoned in for he still knew not how long. Opening the hatch she entered it with no fear, following her silently he felt the weary gaze of Kakkarrot on him. Ignoring it he entered the black cube. She was already disassembling the section Napa had blasted. And if he understood her tone right she was cursing up a storm. Looking behind her she took not of him. Quickly he saw her advert her eyes from his, preferring the spot between his eyes to speak with. He on the other hand was taking the chance to look over her figure. She was quick to notice.
"Get out." She snapped in crude, rough, standard. While her native tongue sounded like nothing of most languages he could tell she was doing exceptionally well for learning a new tongue. She gave off a few short sentences and machines popped up around her. Some lighting her work area, others holding and displaying her tools. She ignored him and continued with her work. Or at least she gave the impression of ignoring him; he could see her eye slide towards him whenever she turned in his direction slightly, looking to see if he had left or not without actually looking. Looking her over once more he took in her nearly completely covered state. Pants that had a flap on each side and connected at her shoulders. A shirt that reached her wrists, and gloved to cover her hands. In short the only thing of her he could see was her face. Looking to her hair he tried to recall if he had ever seen anyone with something similar to it. Sure he had seen blue haired creatures, but never was it this long or soft looking. Her eyes though, they attracted him. He could tell she was still moving from one thing to another. Not having quite awakened from her punishment. He still didn't know how long it had been she was in the reduction chamber.
"Are you sure you can fix that. Do you even know where to start?" He sneered, trying to get a reaction out of her so far, to this point he had only heard her voice void of anything, purely neutral.
"Yes." She answered simply. Carefully she detached wires from a control board. Even he could tell that the piece had been fried and damaged immensely.
Radditz looked in the direction his prince had headed. He had entered it shortly after the little morsel had opened it. "Napa, the prince is nearly two hundred isn't he?" He questioned, knowing that if he was correct things would not be pretty.
"Yes." The Commander stated. Then realized what was being implied. "Damn, we can't have her." He grumbled. "At least not until he has." It was true. It was a well known fact Vegeta was possessive and with him going into heat and only one female on board would mean she would be his by default.
"Poor Kakkarrot." Radditz sneered, sarcasm dripping from his words. "He'll lose his new toy to the prince." In truth all he cared about was that the woman would most likely not survive the prince. He wouldn't ever get a shot at her.
We all feel for ya Radditz, really. NOT. Oh well What do you all think? Review this thing has so few. I think its original. Oh well REVIEW!!!
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