Here's the chapter you've all been waiting for….
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The whole room shook, so Bulma tried to steady herself. Instead, she got thrown to the floor violently.
She made her way out to the backyard after getting a few more bumps on the head and tried to walk in the backyard. She fell to the ground and looked up to see a giant spaceship burrowing into her backyard, unable to stop.
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"Goddamn it! Why won't you stop!?" he roared at the counsel.
"Do not comply, ERROR, ERROR," was all the ship would say.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!" he screamed, slamming his fists down.
"Emergency stop, activated," the computer said to this.
"Whaaaaa??" he asked. "But… it…oh whatever." He tried to open the front hatch but found it to be stuck.
"Well, I can take care of that," he said evilly to himself."
BOOOOOOM!!!
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" he heard a woman's voice scream.
"Damn it! My ears!!" he yelled, covering his ears in the futile attempt to drain her voice out.
Bulmaria, now Bulma, stopped screaming as soon as the man stepped into view. (You all know what he looks like.)
"My god," she gasped. "The built body, the flaming hair!!! And not to mention the sexy look on his face and the royal air around him!!! He's gorgeous!" Luckily for her, she was spared total embarrassment from utter stupidity. Vegeta was still covering his ears in fright that she might scream again.
Soon, though, he realized that she had stopped and found that she was staring at him, perplexed. He raised one edge of his mouth, disgusted, and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you a problem with the way I look?" he asked, startling Bulma with that low voice of his.
"Uh… I…No! Of course not! Do you have a problem with a simple look over?" she asked, regaining her posture.
Vegeta was quite taken aback, for no one had ever spoken to him that way.
"How dare you talk to me that way!? I should kill you where you stand! Don't you know who I am!?" he bellowed at her.
"Well I would know who you are if you would just tell me!" she screeched back at him.
The horrible ringing in his ears started again, and he decided that these humans must be very powerful if they could make his ears hurt this much. He settled on learning just what these humans could do before he underestimated them. He could tell that they weren't very strong fighters, but he also knew intelligence can make up for that. If a mere female could do that…
"I am Vegeta, Prince of Vegetasei!" he growled.
"Well, I am Bulma. Welcome to Earth. Excuse me for staring, but I've never had an alien land in my backyard before. What are you doing here?"
"I crash landed and I need to repair my ship. You or whoever can will fix it," he stated simply.
"Listen, buddy. You may be a Prince but you're not Prince of this planet!" she started.
Vegeta growled. "Well, then, if you had half a brain, you would take me to the leader of this world so I can leave as soon as possible!" he yelled back. "Why the hell am I putting up with this, anyway? I can easily dispose of her, but it might hurt my ears. Oh, wait. I know why. She's the only person at the moment who can or who can take me to someone who can fix my ship."
"Which one?" she muttered, having of image of Martians coming to the planet saying "We come in peace. Take us to your leader." She unknowingly brought forth a small smile thinking of this.
Vegeta, apparently, had very good hearing and heard this.
"What do you mean 'Which one'?" he asked, not completely understanding yet.
"We don't have one ruler. It's divided into countries. Some have rulers, other have elected leaders," she explained motioning for him to follow her into the house. She didn't know why, but she didn't feel threatened by him. She knew he was strong. He managed to break down the door and she didn't see a weapon in his hands. For some reason she was not at all surprised by this. She also knew that he had an amazing piece of technology she could get her hands on…
Vegeta thought for a moment. "Ah, a democracy. Yes. I understand."
She walked into the house and called through an intercom. Bulma had not yet told the Techlado's that she knew the secret, so she decided to play it normally." Daddy! We have a very important visitor!" Vegeta smirked smugly and the word 'important'. Bulma felt very strange now calling Mr. Techlado 'Daddy'. But he was her Dad in a way. He had taken her in, and she was very thankful.
But she didn't have time to ponder on such things, for a moment later he arrived, looking Vegeta over.
"Whom do we have here?" he asked Bulma, waiting for an introduction.
"Daddy, this is Vegeta. Prince of…. What was the name of your planet?" she asked turning to Vegeta.
"Vegetasei," he growled.
"Oh, yea. Sorry. Vegeta, this is my dad: Mr. Techlado, smartest man in the world as it stands."
Vegeta looked him over and immediately knew that the two were not related.
"This is not your real father," he stated. He wanted to be sure this wasn't just an impersonator.
Mr. Techlado started to get very nervous. "Daddy, it's ok. I know. I… accidentally found the files," she said regretfully. Mr. Techlado looked at her sadly. It was obvious that this was not the way he wanted her to find out.
"Well, no time to dwell on this," Mr. Techlado said, trying to change the subject. "What can I do for you, son?"
After concluding that the word 'son' was just an expression used by humans, he explained his situation.
"I'm sorry, son. But I'm way too old. I can't keep up with stuff like this. My wife's afraid that I might have another memory loss if I think too hard," he rambled, tapping his temple at the last statement.
Vegeta was just about to say, "I don't care about your problems," when Bulma gave him no reason to.
"I can do it."
"What about your current work? I'm sure I could get a few dozen employees to take on the job…" he suggested.
"But daaaddddd…" she said implying something, rocking back and forth on her feet, hands behind her back innocently, and glancing over at Vegeta. "It will be faster if I do it and this here is an aaaammazing piece of technology…" she said, singing every vowel and emphasizing every syllable.
"I see…" Mr. Techlado said, raising his eyebrows to show that he took the hint. "Well, ok. But you're going to have to take a very careful examination of the ship to determine what kind of metals we'll need. It could take a few days for the supplies to come in."
"Fine by me. I just want to get out of here," Vegeta said rudely, not even giving thanks. (No surprise there.)
"Great!!" Bulma said excitedly. She was actually going to be able to work on some aliens spacecraft! This was going to be wonderful!
Vegeta just rolled his eyes when he saw her reaction. Mr. Techlado left, probably to find Mrs. Techlado and tell her that Bulma knew about her past.
Before Bulma started toward the ship, she seemed to have had a thought. She spun around and looked at Vegeta very hard.
"You don't have any contagious space viruses, do you?" she asked skeptically, eyeing him from an angle and crossing her arms. *Vegeta falls over anime style*
"Of course not! Why would you think that!" he yelled, defending him self. Actually, he himself didn't know, though it was VERY unlikely that he get some disease; of course, he didn't know what kind of tests he would have to be submitted on him to find out. He wasn't taking any chances on this strange world. And he did not want to make the woman feel threatened or she might inflict pain on his ears.
"Good! Well," she said relaxing a little, "you look like the type to take as many people with you as you could if you were going down yourself."
"Whatever," Vegeta mumbled, turning to… well, to do something.
"Oh, yea. We'll get you a room!" Bulma yelled over her shoulder as she dashed towards the ship.
"Peachy," Vegeta said sarcastically. A robot came in as if on cue and escorted led him to it.
Bulma was almost to the ship when Mr. Techlado appeared.
"Bulmaria, I mean, Bulma. We should talk."
"Damn. I was so close," she thought. "Ok, dad," she said out loud. He led her inside and they sat across from each other on different couches.
They sat in silence for a moment.
"So, you, uh, found the files?" he asked. Actually, he said it as a statement, but Bulma took it as a question.
"Uh… yea," she answered.
*More silence*
"Bulma-" he started.
"-No, Dad. I understand. You didn't think I was ready. I'm only 19," she filled in.
He looked at her sadly and nodded. "We were both going to break the news to you when you turned 21."
Bulma smiled, looking at the humor of it for a brief second. "Some birthday present for that day…" she thought out loud.
"Well, Bulma. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry," he confessed slowly.
"No. We're sorry," a voice from the doorway said. Both turned to see Mrs. Techlado. "I realize now that we should have told you from the beginning, when you turned 10 or so. Things are a lot easier when you're younger, because when you're older you've had time to think about it and consider it. We just thought that it might have ruined your childhood. I now see you've been ready for a long time now."
"No, you were right Mom. I had a happy childhood and I don't think it would have done any good. You made the right choice waiting," she said. She walked over and hugged her adopted mother.
Mr. Techlado sat there, observing his wife and adopted daughter embrace each other in mutual understanding. He realized how much Bulmaria- I mean Bulma- had really changed. She had truly grown up. Usually she'd bitch about the simplest little things. He could tell that she had given this a lot of thought and decided that they had done the right thing. If she had been 4 or 5 years younger, she would never had taken the time to do that…
Little did all three of them know that someone else was watching them. He heard their conversation and got a hint of what was going on, but didn't know the complete truth.
"It appears that these humans aren't all that much. They are weak and emotional. I could destroy this whole planet with one tiny ki blast. Still, I don't feel like upsetting a whole planet today. When I destroy planets, I do it at peak strength. Plus, I still have to wait until my ship is repaired. They do seem quite intelligent, thought. Their technology is very different from ours, maybe even more advanced. They don't seem to have developed space travel, yet; they seem to be ready for it. They have beaten me intellectually, but that's 2 to 1. I'll just have to wait and see how I feel about it when the ship is ready…"
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There! Done with this chapter!!! Please review. If you're not going to why did you bother to read it? I mean, it only takes about 30 seconds of your life to comment on a few things…
Sorry about any mistakes I made. I'll go through and correct them sometime when I get the chance.