Walking down the streets, she decided to enjoy her free time. She had told Kanzia that she was taking the next week off for personal training, the same went for Radditz. So both were still clueless as to her scheme and she was free to roam for two weeks. Walking into the nearest place with decent food, she was soon inhaling all she could eat. Her bones had brought many disgusted looks her way and she was more than willing to pack on some extra weight. She found the highest calorie food she could find, which evidently tasted the best, and packed it in and then some.
"Where do you put it all?" A server asked as he brought her, her fifth Sayain sized serving.
"My hallow leg." She answered and dug in. By the time she had paid her tab she was full and quite content to find some place and take a nap for the next three days. "I've been too busy to eat and the result is as you see." With another three servings she was full. The tab she had created was substantial. But she planned on paying it off, Kanzia insisted of paying her for her lessons so her bank account was hardly bothered by the deduction. Looking around she strolled lazily down the streets, donned in Sayain armor to attract less attention she knew about the three men, elites by their 'power' that were following her. Turning in a circle sharply she lifted off the ground to meet their eyes. "Why don't you boys run along and follow something with the same brain capacity. Your tail perhaps, the one on your back I mean." Her tone was so sweet they all blinked for a moment before they realized she had insulted them. By then she was flying leisurely in the air and nearly out of their scouters range.
When the trio fazed in front of her she paused and let her tail twitch lazily at her ankles. Insulting them with the unspoken words that she found them to be as much of a threat as a bug. "Are you children going to stare all day or are you going to say something. For I have much to do and not the time to waste on simpletons such as yourselves." Purposely using a patronizing tone she felt their power levels rise with their temper.
"Wench, you have no idea who you're messing with." One threatened, the three slowly surrounding her.
"A couple of elites who haven't quite figured out that their messing with fire. Do you even know who I am?"
"A fourth class." The must-be leader sneered. Saying the rank as if it were an insult. "In other words subject to our will."
"That's where you're wrong, I am commander Baradock's only daughter. And beyond that I work at the palace in the science wing. But that means nothing for the fact that I am more than capable to run you three into the ground." She smiled arrogantly, missing how she resembled the prince when she did so. "At once." It was all the invitation and goading they needed, they attacked. Ducking she sent her fist into his armor, literally. Shoving dork one into dimwit two she was left with doofus for a moment. Doofus tried to use power over training and she tilted her face to the side to avoid the rather sloppy attack. "And you said you're an elite. My nephew could kick your ass." The three charged at once at that blow to the ego. They had no idea at fighting as a multi-person team. They hit each other more often then they were able to swing at her. She merely smiled and let them ware themselves out. Dimwit by some miracle grabbed her hair, but before he could pull the bandana that hid her true hair color off she elbowed him in the gut. "You three just tell me when the warm up is done." Their anger rose, they were putting their all into the simple task of taking down a fourth class, they intended to kill her for this after they finished with the torture. She could read it in their eyes, she was embarrassing them and they weren't going to let her live long enough to brag about it. 'But these three are just quaint into what my troubles with the Red Ribbon Army were.' She knew that before her capture these three would have been a big problem, but she was stronger than she had ever imagined she could be, and that made them a mere trifle to amuse herself with. After all, this was only a mild amusement before she left and returned to Kanzia a few days early. The princess was going to help with Bulma's preparation of knocking Vegeta off his feet. Whether she wanted to or not. Good thing she was inclined to see her big brother get shocked to the point of being off guard.
Vegeta glanced to the elites in the tanks in amazement. They looked as if they had gone against him, and he above all would know that they hadn't. He wouldn't have known about the incident if he hadn't been searching out Baradock to fix the gravity chamber. Radditz had taken his training time and had yet to return.
"What happened to them?"
"They were delivered to the palace steps." The amusement in the older man's tone caused Vegeta to give him a suspicious look.
"Elaborate."
"They tried to take on someone who out classed them. I could have one of them brought to consciousness if you would like any more information." Nodding the price waited, there was something that nagged at his mind about these men. They were Elites; he wanted to know who had taken them down. And then he was going to find that Sayain.
Sipping her drink she flipped the page of her sketchpad. It contained the fighting uniform she had yet to create. Secured in a capsule, nestled between her breasts, lay the materials for her battle ware. Down the cloak she knew this would help her confuse her opponent in close up battle. And way lay beneath that cloak would be her armor. A brand new kind that she had just recently brought into production. It took a Super Sayain to put a dent in it and she knew that the protection would come into use once she faced off against her mate. She was quite proud of herself, with three days left on her little 'vacation' she had gained all her old weight back and looked all the better for it. Waving away the servant that had been ready to pour her another glass she watched the goings on of slaves and Sayains. For a society of warriors she could see there was a nice side to the culture. Mothers that cared for their children, and men who were obviously in love with their mates but hid it, or so they thought, from the rest of the world. She had even seen a few teen boys beet others for harming their female family members. She was learning more about the people by doing this than she ever had at the palace, family honor and pride meant so much to these people, as it always had for her when at Capsule Corp. She had been proud of her family, of what she, her father, and the company had done and accomplished. Stood tall in the honor over the things she had done, and not done, over her life. After all, she was able to sleep with herself at night. Not haunted by things she could have done.
She was brought from her inner musings and memories when a large ki landed in the street before her. All around her kneeled and she stood out like a sore thumb, making it a good thing his back was to her and he didn't see the delayed, and unwilling show of respect towards the prince. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears and she cursed the gentle breeze for flowing from her to him. He was going to smell her. This hadn't been a problem when fresh out of the regen tank, it killed your scent for a few days, and in the safety of the science wing the only thing you could smell was grease and oil. But now? She ducked below the table and shamelessly crawled behind a corner of a building. Taking to a run she forced her panic to stay down and dove into the nearest river. A few miles later she took to the air and used all her cunning to get back to Kanzia without leaving a trail. When she landed she was breathing heavily, having flown higher than the air could sustain her and dropping down from above the camp.
"Bulma?" Kanzia looked to her trainer in shock and surprise, she was winded. And anything that could make her break a sweat was a force to be wrecked with. But winded? "Bulma is something wrong?" The older woman pulled the bandana off showing the vibrant colored hair and used the damp rag to wipe her face. Shaking her head and gasping for water between breaths. Handing her a water flask she saw its contents soon vanish into the Sayain. "Care to explain."
"Saw." She huffed. "Vegeta." More heavy breathing. "Damned wind blew my scent straight to him. Had to run before he found me." It was then that Kanzia was told of how Bulma had hid her trail.
"All I can say is that if he does track you here he deserves to know." Bulma nodded, tiredly and Kanzia let the woman fall into her much deserved rest. Vegeta was a good tracker, he had caught Bulma once before. What was their to stop him from finding her again?
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