Hesitating for only a moment Bulma entered the science wing. Vegeta was out throwing a tantrum in the wilderness. 'He calls it training I call it a tantrum.' Her lips displayed her amusement and as she practically skipped into her father's office she waited for him to acknowledge her.
"What is it?"
"I was wondering." He jumped at the sound of her voice and looked to her in shock. She nearly winced as his critical gaze took in her thinned figure and knew he wasn't going to let her leave without having stuffed all the food he could find down her throat. "Where's Radditz?" She tried to sound nonchalant but he only cast her a brief glance before returning to his work.
"Off planet. Why?"
"He's up to something and I have the feeling Kanzia is right there with him in whatever they're planning." Her tone was sour and her glare turned darker when she caught the older mans amusement. He knew what was going on. It was that bit of information that pissed her off above all else.
"Which planet?" Her eyes narrowed and she did not miss the way his lips twitched.
"I'm not at liberty to say." It was as she opened her mouth to begin her interrogation that he got up and began to pull her out of his office. It was probably best for him that she had never learned how to shoot beams from her eyes like Piccolo. "You're going to eat now girl. I don't care how thin you think you should be I can could your ribs and that I forbid."
"Like it matters any I can beat-." He tugged her arm so hard she cut her sentence off. When he all but threw her into a seat he gave her the look that told her to stay but put else. She didn't think she would like to see what his or else would be. Minutes later he was placing a platter of food in front of her and accompanying it was the expression that read.
You will eat it all and more until I'm satisfied.
She dug it, she was Sayain and her appetite proved it.
As she inhaled the food he signaled for one of the servants to bring more. When Radditz had informed him as to where he was going, the princess saying she was tagging along no matter what. He noted both their thinning figures. After talking with both he figured out what his daughter had been up to. Meaning she would be three times as bad as they were and not take the time to notice. She had told him once of her training program. She had made it to the point where she could last an impossible amount of time with little to no food and sleep. She claimed that it helped build ki faster and trained the body. After seeing his son and the Princess he was finally bringing himself to agree.
"You pulled quite a stunt with those two, how they never figured it out I don't want to know." She glanced to him from behind her goblet and nodded. She was well into her seventh serving and she hadn't slowed yet. "She knows who you truly are now does she not."
"Saw the mark, had to tell her." Out of all his children she was the only one to swallow before speaking. "She's ok with it."
"And your training has been how?"
"Trained when they were asleep and my training them was work, I slept less, ate the same as them and worked twice as hard. Right now my life involves training sleeping eating and getting my fucking battle gi made."
"Radditz spoke a little of that, he says you created a new armor." Bulma smiled, an odd sight being that her mouth was stuffed with food.
"It will take a Super Sayain to crack it, tested it myself." She gave cocky wink and went back to inhaling her meal. Within the hour she was finished and she had followed him, slowly, to his private chambers.
"You will need to memorize this and have it on hand for when you register." Handing her a packet of documents he waited for her to leaf through them.
"Register?"
"Yes, to fight the Prince you will need to sign in. They will not announce names of course but your class and other details are required." She nodded in silence as she read over the information of her birth.
"I wasn't expected to survive that mission was I?" He didn't bother to feign misunderstanding. He was just chocked that she had waited this long to ask her question.
"It was the only chance I could give you, I called in favors just so you could live past your first hour. They sent you off to that planet yes, I had no say in whether you went or not. I assure you I would have objected had I known."
"I believe that." She leaned back in her seat and he knew she was giving him her rapt attention.
"When word came of your ships explosion your mother was devastated. She didn't live much longer after Kakkarrot's ship ceased contact." He fell silent at the memories of his mate.
"What was she like? My mother, I mean my real mother?"
"With your coloring as it is you look nearly the same as she. Your body is less muscled and you're hair is different but other than that you two are replicas."
"That's what she looked like, what was she like though?"
"She was strong, a higher class than me. We were bonded, a rare thing to follow through with in our society now."
"I think it makes us stronger?" He cast her a questioning look at her words and she went on. "Goku is stronger than what this society thinks he can even achieve. I am off the chart considering a barely survived being born and yet here I am about to prove I can take on Vegeta and not lose too terribly. Radditz isn't stupid and he isn't weak, I think when Sayains are bonded they produce more power potential children. Screw what class we start in, or what our strength starts off as. You cared for your mate, and despite all that is logical I care for that prick. I know he respects me, and somehow I've grown to trust him. I think the fact that we don't intimidate each other may have something to do with it as well."
Baradock smiled softly at her comments, no one outside of the royal family would have the guts to speak of the prince in such a way. And from the stories he had heard she had been speaking like this from the start. "Your, your other parents…" He wanted to know, it was a weakness and he wasn't sure he would like what he heard but he wanted to know.
"What were they like?" He nodded. "Well, daddy was the richest man on the planet, he got that way through work. He was a scientific genius. I was quite the daddy's little girl growing up, I followed him around the labs and helped him with the experiments. He fed and encouraged me in my science skills. I branched out and he wasn't offended. He was, proud of me, and he never once treated me like I was anything but his little girl. I knew I was adopted, I knew about the blood transfusion, I knew. And I loved him all the more for it."
"And your mother?" He wondered as she grimaced and gave an odd smile.
"Mother was quite the opposite. Oh she loved me don't get me wrong but as for brains. Well mother dragged father and I out on a camping trip. No technology allowed, daddy and I were writing equations into the dirt. Mom never did that again but whenever she thought we were living in our labs too much for too long it was all the threat she needed to force us back into the daylight."
She had to wait for her biological father to get off the floor. His laughter was not a surprise, after the Briefs's deaths she had lived in her labs. The company had flourished; she had damn near killed herself with work.
Wiggling in her chair she felt much like the cat that caught the canary. Stuffed full she just wanted to sit back, relax, and digest. It was a pleasant drowsy feeling and it was only when she woke up the next morning in her bed that she figured she had fallen asleep. A note from Baradock told her that she was to eat with him once a week. The threat was quite figurative and she wondered if she might want to be early each of those nights.
Upon returning to her camp she decided to work on her gi nonstop then train. In three days she was finished and she was left with the detail work, she may not have needed to but she was determined not to look like she was the trash they thought her to be. In the end she went with black and gold for her cloak. It would cover her face and she knew how to fight in it. It wouldn't come of until she faced Vegeta, and it would be off before she fought him. 'I have put too much work into this and he will ruin everything else I'm wearing, so not this.' Her pants were black as well, the same vine design she had in gold on her cloak decorated the seams; only now it was silver.
Her armor fit her because it was made for her, and it looked it. It carried the same decoration as her pants and with her black and silver boots and gloves she looked attractive and dangerous. Presently she stood in front of the registrations desk. Her cloak his her face but this was only due to her leaning over to fill out her document.
"You're a forth class?" The man looking at her document clearly sounded as if he thought she didn't even deserve to try.
"She is chansler, is there a problem with that. Azkutzy has the same right as all the others to compete." Looking over her shoulder she smiled at Kanzia. Glancing the princess over she noted she had regained her lose weight, more of it muscle than before. "She will compete, end of story."
"Than you Kanzia, but I really can fight my own battles." Pulling her hood down she grinned broadly at the younger woman. Her blank bandanna was hiding her hair. It was in a braided bun now and she wondered if the goo that had covered her had affected its growth speed. Because now her hair reached her waist and only a few inches of it were black.
"I know, but I would like to be able to say I helped you at some point or another. And really it would only be an annoyance and this is saving the servants from finding a new table. Rolling her eyes Bulma shook her head. Turning to enter the warm-up arena she ignored the shocked and angered glares sent her way and leaned against the wall. Each and every woman here was competing for Vegeta.
'And I have a little something to say against that. Good luck ladies, you don't have a prayer.'
Took me long enough I know. But the battles begin next chapter. And what were Radditz and Kanzia up too? (I know but do you? No its not anything to do with them getting together.) Well tell me what you think. I won't be writing for a bit (I'm leaving the contenent and the computer isn't coming with) but I promise to get back to work upon my return. It is my INTENTION to finish this fic b4 college. Yes that's right college. I made it and conned some poor university into thinking I'm a good girl and stuff. Anyway, I hope to finish this within the next 3 months. Wish me luck. (you all know I'll need it I've been on this fic for 4 years and 1 of those was a year of writers block)
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