Slamming her fists to the table she did what she had nearly never done. Thrown almost every chemical on the table into one vile. Dipping the bit of hair into it, no change. Growling lowly she tried to regain her temper. She didn't know what ticked her off more, her inability to fix her coloring problem or that there were others going after Vegeta. She fell silent when the presence of a group of women entered.
"Can you believe it? I have a chance at being the Prince's mate."
"That's only if you can beat me Surly."
"Who says you both won't win, I'm no weakling myself you know." Another added.
"What of the fourth class, Azkuzty I think her name is, you know, the one the princess favors. I hear that she clobbered the princess in a spar."
"Rumors, how could a fourth class amount to anything? The prince will be mine after the match, I bet he's a good roll in the sack."
"I'd be willing to believe it, too bad that concubine he let go isn't around. We could have asked her." Bulma felt her ki rise ever so slowly at their words. He was hers! Looking down she saw the last of the black leave the strip of hair. Looking back to the vile she forgot her anger for a moment. Another test proved that once the hair or skin segment was dipped in it a little ki was all that was needed to force the goo to separate from her person.
'Perfect!' She thought giddy with joy. She knew it would be hell figuring out how much of what she had put together to make it but it was created and she could fix her self now! Corking the creation she kept an ear on what was being said. Mostly a bragging contest over who was stronger, more beautiful, skilled in battle, skilled in bed. She determined to figure out what she had created later, she had to put a damper on these whores' good spirits. Turning around the tank that had hidden her from their view she saw their eyes widen, they had been heard.
"Why were you hiding fourth class?" One demanded.
"If you haven't forgotten this is the science wing. I work here often; it should be I asking that question." She leaned casually against the oxygen tank and let her tale hang all the way down. In short she was telling them that she thought them not even a minimal danger to her. It was a high insult coming from one who was supposedly so weak and low of rank. 'They'll deal.'
"Watch yourself. You don't even have a rank, we are elites." Another threatened.
"Oh!" She mocked, putting one hand to her mouth for a moment. "What will I do? Oh help! I'm shaking in my boots." They all glared and she decided that a fight in the labs would get her an ear full from her father. "Look…" She didn't get to finish due to the door slamming open. Without a word her twin entered, grabbed her hanging tale and began dragging her out. In fact, he was holding her up by her tale. She was no longer on the ground. She made no sound, though the 'elites' were looking at her in a mixture of pain and shock at the fact of her position and that she made no sound. "I can walk you know?" She called to her brother swatting at his arm lightly. He gave her a look and she knew that he was not happy, more like enraged. He also looked worried and desperate. She felt her insides twist. What now? She didn't have to wait long. Once Radditz entered his room her dropped her into a chair and took one opposite from her. "Are you…?" She began, only to be cut off.
"Have you heard of the matches? The ones for the future mates of the heir and princess." She nodded slowly.
"Vaguely. I believe that I don't know it all…"
"Will you train me?" She raised an eyebrow and nearly broke out into tears of laughter at the predicament. Both wanted the other and both wanted her to train them. It sounded like fun.
"I am going to train too you know? I do want Vegeta." He seemed to forget his problems for a moment.
"You mean you wish to be his…" His voice died down when she revealed the bite mark on her shoulder.
"I think I already am. Just not all the way…yet. But I know you want your little hearts desire. So yes I'll train you." His eyes lit up. Here was where she decided she would make her plan work. "But on the catch that I only train you every other week. I'll leave you to my orders while I'm off to do as I will. You will also not stop. Meaning that you need to take time off from your work."
"Already done. Az-Bulma. Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Do you think you're in love with her?"
"I think I'm bonding to her." He answered softly. Bonding, what was that just anyway?
"When your bonded or connected to another by the mind and soul. Not just law and body. I believe you are bonded to the prince."
"Soul mates in other words." She finished, he nodded. "All right be ready to leave in two weeks. I just found out the combination to reverse the effects of my appearance and I need to figure out how I made it."
"In other words you broke the cardinal rule of chemical mixing and it turned out to be to your advantage?" She nodded knowing it was a sin to mix things together without thought or caution. "Good luck." She was out the door before he finished the fist syllable.
Kanzia raced her thanks over and over again as she hugged the low class Sayain. Fourth class smorth class. This Sayain could kick ass, wasn't a kiss ass, and was worthy of her brother. It also seemed to her that Azkuzty was more than just lusting her brother. Saying her goodbyes she went to go get all that Azkuzty said they would need. Ki dampening field, to hide their efforts from spies and others looking for the upper hand. Enough food to last the ten months they had to prepare, for obvious reasons. Regen tank for even more obvious reasons, and a form of shelter for them to live under. Nothing too fancy, this wasn't a vacation. Racing down the halls she ignored the many calls from men who she just knew were going to try and win her. She slowed down when she neared the science wing. The thought of Radditz winning her didn't seem so bad to her. His long hair was different from many, he actually had the sense to put two thought intelligently together. It didn't hurt that he didn't look upon her with pure lust and hunger. Oh she had seen him admire her but he always did his best to look above her neck when he spoke with her. Which was more than any other man could claim aside from her father and brother. Father not counting due to the fact that he hardly ever acknowledged her, and as if the fates were against her he opened the door to meet eyes with her.
"Princess!" He started obviously startled.
"Radditz." She returned, stopping him from kneeling in respect. "Don't, you're the twin to my friend I believe you need not show such nonsense to me. Soo…do you know that Azkuzty is entering the tournament?" He nodded and she felt like a fool. Of course he knew, he was after all the girls twin!
"Yes, and are you preparing for defending yourself from lustful men. Unlike the prince you have to fight each man."
"Yes I plan on training everyday up until the tournament. What of you?" She asked feeling a blush form on her cheeks. "Will you be…entering?"
"Well I…I…" He stuttered adorably. She felt her heart leap and she wanted to grin and kiss him at the same time. She took pity on him and decided to put aside his fear.
"I wouldn't mind you know. I'm sure you could out do most of the wanna be mates." She stepped forward shyly feeling her belly do back flips inside her. Did Azkuzty feel this way around her brother? If she did how the hell did she keep herself from making an ass of herself?! Before he could react to her blunt proposition of her wanting him to enter she darted her face up to his. Grabbing both his ears and planting her lips on his. She felt his shock and the fact that his mouth had been open to answer her was put to good use. She stuck her tongue in his mouth. Stunned as he was it didn't take him long to react. Just as she felt she was about to pass out from lack of air she pulled back and made for hell down the hall. Face crimson and not daring to look to his face. If she had she would have seen the stunned look turn to that of a love struck pup. 'Oh I hope he go that hint.' She thought having taken sanctuary in her room. 'If not I think I'll need to get Azkuzty to beat it into him, then enter him even if she has to throw him over her shoulder to get him to the arena.' The thought though amusing was unnerving. She wanted him, god she wanted him. But was the attraction both ways? And did he truly like her or was it all a very good act. 'I have Azkuzty, she'll know. I hope.' Forcing her body to calm she prepared for bed. Trying to ignore all her fears and misgivings. This would be a long night.
Well what did you think. Longer than usual but not much. Sorry for taking so long but I have forty hours a week and have been either dead tired or busy and so on. PLUS I wish to have a LIFE. Insignificant as it may be I like it. Anyway REVIEW!!!!
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