Opening her eyes she took a moment to think out all that had gone on the night prior. Her entire direct blood relation had discovered most of her life. Radditz had already figured out that she was Bulma; he was after all, intelligent. 'Though not all the time.' Goku's secret would be kept a secret, and since Napa being the only one who could prove whatever tale they made otherwise was dead, she grinned at the memory of his bleeding body, they were safe on the secret department. 'Only Vegeta isn't stupid, I'm sure if I let even a few things slip he would figure out who I truly am.' Getting up she pulled on a new set of tights and armor. She felt odd wearing what must have been her mother's armor, but had little choice for the time. She would have to get a set of her own; for all looks they shared Bulma obviously was figured differently. After only a few moments in the unfitting armor she opted to go without it. She wasn't worried about being attacked. Hit on maybe, but there was no one that she couldn't handle. And Vegeta wouldn't bother, she hoped.
The entrance of the woman in the training room went unnoticed by no one. Lacking the protection of armor her curves were clearly seen from the skintight training outfit she had sported. But all moves that were about to be placed on her were halted when a voice rang out. "Azkuzty! You, me, train, now." Kanzia had just placed an order.
"Fine, no ki." Both walked to the largest sparing ring, not so kindly kicking out the occupants, and readied to fight. Kanzia looked to her friend and couldn't help but shake her head at the arrogance. "No armor?" She chimed launching forward, it was only a warm up at this point.
"None that fit." Azkuzty grunted shoving the heel of her palm into the princess's rib cage. With a grace that onlookers could only envy they brought their testing to an end. Not even sweating they separated; there was no outside, only the fight, only the opponent and nothing else.
This time Bulma took the initiative and began the attack; she knew that Kanzia had more battle time than her, but technique was a large figure in this. And she being the perfectionist she was had never left her weaknesses to sit. She knew where and how to use an enemy's weak point and make the best of it. All the while hiding and protecting her own. 'Ok lets see what you've got.' She thought challengingly, taking care to keep her mental shields up. Kanzia had proven to be quite the little telepath, but evidently the way Bulma had constructed her mental walls enabled her to deflect the attacks without straining herself. From her she had learned how to launch her own and had invented a lovely little mental arsenal. 'I won't pull out that unless she does first though.' Ducking beneath a fist she kneed her opponent in the gut. She was rewarded with a crack to the armor the other woman wore. She herself had sustained no major blows, not saying that she hadn't been hit, just nothing that hindered her. "Is this all you can dish out." She sneered sending a roundhouse kick to the other girl. Kanzia tried tackling her but she soon turned the tables in that, she had been jumped on too many times in fights to not learn to use her opponents weight against them. Soon she had one foot to the princess's throat and the other to her tail. Needless to say the younger woman was not moving. "Give up?"
"No." Came the choked reply. Pressing down on the tail lightly she approved that little noise came from the pained counterpart.
"You sure?"
"No…I mean yes."
"Have I won?" She received a grumble for response. "What was that?" She tried to sound innocent, and failed.
"I said yes you heartless bitch! Now let up!"
"Thank you!" She let out a hand and helped lift the other girl. She must have looked like an idiot with the grin she sported. "I hope you've learned your lesson Kanzia, I am a lot tougher to take down then I look."
"No shit. Where did you learn all those moves?" Reverence lacing her voice. Bulma shrugged indifferently, both having forgotten the audience surrounding them.
"Made most of it up, learned a bit from fellow fighters. I just picked it up. No biggy." She sent a glare to some nearing men, she missed her eyes of blue, they could chill anyone with the right look. But her new looks seemed to mute out her old 'back-off' tactics. "I have to go, Radditz wanted me to look at some things.
"Can I come?"
"Is the princess asking a lowly fourth class?" Bulma put a hand to her heart and looked astounded. Her grin told she was only teasing.
"I respect you and considering you just kicked my ass with spectators and didn't break a sweat I think it best I ask." No bitterness lay in the voice of Kanzia and Bulma grinned.
"In all truth I rather you wouldn't, I mean he and I have some experiments we want to get done and B-father is going to help. Turles and G-Kakkarrot are going off to who knows where to spar. But if all you wanted was…" To see Radditz well…I could…arrange something. The princess froze and Bulma sent her a sly look, she had no troubles forcing her way into the mental walls, vaguely she wondered how she would fare against Vegeta's mental guards. Continuing her pace she sent a mental image of Radditz hogtied in a room with a red bow and a note on top, looking the picture of a human gift, with a gag. She couldn't tell if Kanzia was turning red from embarrassment, or other things. But Bulma snickered all the same.
"You. Are. Wicked."
"Thank. You. Now. I. Must. Go." Bulma said turning into the direction of the science labs. Meeting her twin halfway there.
He got the impression he should be afraid when she broke into a positively wicked grin upon spotting him. Ignoring him he asked the question that had been plaguing him for ages. "You got a hold of that vile of blood I took from you didn't you. His sister tried to look innocent, actually succeeding but she did not deny the charge.
"I had no one to trust at the time brother, of course I nipped the thing. Beside what does it matter now?"
"Not in the least I was just curious. Now what is it you want my help with?" She pulled out what he recognized to be a capsule from between her breasts and grinned.
"I thought all my stuff had burned but the things that had been gathered around us contained my capsule. I was very happy, any way." She explained the black goo to him while at the same time opening the capsule to reveal a bag, opened the bag to produce a few vials of black, well, goo. "I need your help in figuring out what this stuff is and how to reverse it. I may look good with a tan but I prefer what I've known all my life."
"I can understand." He said taking one of the few samples. For the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon they tried to determine what was in the substance that had died her pigments. The work was aggravating at best, but he couldn't help but wonder how she had survived the stuff, considering it ate through most surfaces. It was going to be a long day.
Goku looked to his double, or his uncle. It was odd seeing so many with his looks but he suspected Gohan would look very much the same. He, in all truth, wanted to return to his frying pan crazy wife. He missed her and Gohan above all else…and her cooking. He had caught site of the prince, only a glimpse but it was all he needed to have him choking back gales of laughter. He looked as stubborn, prideful, and in a word passionate as he knew Bulma to be. It was no wonder that his sister had fallen for him. He also had the feeling she wouldn't be returning with him, if she did, it would only be to visit.
"Your silent nephew." Turles noted obviously trying to get him to talk. "Thinking of your mate and spawn." Goku glared at him for referring to his child as spawn but nodded.
"I miss them, I haven't seen them since Napa. And on either account I was also thinking of my sister." (OOC I hate it when he seems like a complete moron)
"Yes I think our princess suites her mate. In attitude above all. She is strong and unwilling to back down. They are good for each other." Goku could agree, he could already see that they suited each other; only he was going to miss her.
"I thought we were going to spar?" With that, they began, and Turles was san into the ground.
After hearing of his sister's defeat he sought her out. Upon finding her he could tell the battle had been one of dominance and not one of hate and death. Though to say he had been shocked to find out that it was a fourth-class that defeated her would have been a lie. But the thought of Azkuzty made him uncomfortable. Which was why the action of searching out the low class wench confused him so. He longed for Bulma but when around Baradock's daughter he felt at ease. Entering the labs he found the twins arguing at the top of their lungs. Mere inches from the other and both not giving an inch, and to his utter befuddlement (big word huh) they stopped at the same instant and attacked their work in a renewed frenzy. "Fourth class, I hear you ran my sister into the ground this morning." She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to face him, eyes wide in shock. Her short-cropped hair hardly moving at the speed she turned. She looked uncomfortable in his presence, but somehow he knew it was not because of fear. So much like his mate.
"Yeah well, uh, she started it?"
The answer was as lame as could be; she had come up with better in the first grade. But he had always had the ability to throw her out of the loop and after so long being away from him it seemed the feeling was making up for lost time. 'Go away Vegeta, I can't show you who I am yet.' It was only then that she realized that she wouldn't survive leaving him again. But she wanted to look like herself first.
"What are you working on?" He asked looking to the ingredient list that she and Radditz had composed thus far. It was all that they had been able to determine of what had made up the goo. But thus far they had failed at recreating the substance.
"Stuff." She answered lamely, intentionally goading him into a battle of wits. She missed them; loath she was to admit it.
He saw she was baiting him, and he intentionally ignored it. Narrowing his eyes at her he took in her frame. The same size, shape, and build. 'Could she be?' He thought he tried to lighten her skin in his minds eyes and change her hair to his favored blue. "Woman." He growled.
"My name, sire, is Azkuzty." She growled out between closed teeth. He smirked inwardly. He wasn't sure but he intended to find out if this new distraction was in reality his mate. But hen why was she hiding from him? He would find out, and if he was right in his thoughts, his mate would be his. (And most likely not leave his bed for awhile: snickers evilly: WHAT?)
"Kanzia informs me of your skilled form. I am hear to offer a sparring invitation." In all truth, no matter the words, it was not a request but rather a demand. Everyone present knew it, any he invited to spar with him was nearly forced into it. The already quiet room went silent with her response.
"No thank you my prince, I have pressing matters to attend to before I can appease your lust of battle. Now, if you will excuse me I have a prior engagement to attend to." And without asking for dismissal she left. Through one of the laboratory windows. Outwardly he left in what looked to be a rage, inwardly he was laughing. She was slipping up, her way of insulting him was all too like that of his mate's. He only needed solid proof that she was his. '
What ya'll think? I tried REALLY I did. Anyway this update is decent. I have no real idea as how to get him to figure it out but I plan on confusing the hell out of him somehow. Next Bulma shall tackle one of her greatest enemies. A needle and thread. Luckily she has friends who are better skilled in this department than herself, along with having the contacts she needs for supplies. And what do you all think of her colors going BACK to normal? Review
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