Looking the picture of innocence Bulma tried not to laugh at the guard's predicament. She had just come across one of the high-ranking elites shouting at the night guards for having let one of the space pods get stolen. He had spotted her and told her to scram; she glared and gave him the finger before turning and walking away. Who cared if he 'outranked' her? She could kick his ass any day of the week. Taking care to avoid the ki of her mate she began trying to think. She loved him; she had been denying it since the night she had left. She knew that if she hadn't blocked off their link he would have found her out the moment she was in the universe. Good thing Baradock had mentioned it; she had found it and, dealt with it. Tiring as it was to block him out she did it. 'Out of spite.' She thought knowing it was no use lying to herself. She was afraid, not just because of her changed image. But rather of herself, never had she felt something like his. So intense and it not be hate and want for revenge. Returning to her room she began the sorting of all she had bought. Setting up what parts were to go to her clothes, training gi, armor, and hidden trinkets of mayhem. It was precisely then that the Kanzia barged in, looking for a lack of better words, pissed off. "What's up?"
"Father." She growled pacing back and forth through one of the few clear spots of floor.
"And…" Bulma continued, knowing she was likely to get more out of the other woman if she acted like there was no big deal rather than be giving her rapt attention. She was curious, and long ago she had found out which ways were best for getting information out of different people. Some you gave rapt attention too and prayed that they would eventually spill, others you pretended not to care as they spilled their guts, in cases as she was in now you were nonchalant and let her rant, if she calmed down enough to know what she was doing she would clam up faster than she could blink.
"And he is setting me in the tournament along with my brother like livestock. I hate him! I DON'T WANT A MATE!"
"WHAT?!" Bulma cried dropping her work. Kanzia was supposed to get with Radditz, not some baboon that wanted a raise of social status.
"A bunch of royal wanna-be's are going fight for me, and if I can't kick his ass he will become my mate." Kanzia explained in a rush.
"Oh, for a minute there I thought we had a problem." She said calmly, resuming her sketches of her new gi.
"What do you mean had I DO have a problem!?"
"Easily overcome, train like mad until the damn thing and kick his ass."
"Would you train me?"
"Huh?" Bulma looked up, her? Train? Never had she done that, as in being the teacher FULL time. The princess looked ready to fall to her knees and begin begging. In fact, she did.
"Please, Bulma I'm desperate, you can't let me be bartered of for my pedigree."
"But I…" She started not knowing what to do with this situation; in truth she had never thought herself to be a mentor.
"I know, I know, you'll be training to win Vegeta…" Kanzia started.
"WHAT!" If she hadn't been so shocked she would have noticed the sly look cross over onto her friends face.
'So she does care.' She thought upon seeing the reaction. Forgetting her personal tragedy for a moment she thought of her brother's predicament. The strongest woman had to fight him, a mere show. Whether she lost or equaled him she would be his mate. He was out destroying something at the moment. "You are going to battle for him aren't you? I mean, everyone else that can. Is." Steam was almost pouring out Azkuzty's ears.
"I'm going to the labs, don't find me I'll track you down with my answer." Came the clipped reply. Without further ado Azkuzty was gone, leaving the princess to look at the many barely begun workings of, from what she could tell from the drawings, what looked like to be a spectacular wardrobe for training and fighting.
Took long enough I know AND I'm SORRY but I HAVE BEEN BUSY. Finals and all and between school and work (I had 30 hours last week) I've been dead tired. Any way REVIEW. Thank you.
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