She was once again in her own personal cell. The irony, to her way of thinking anyway, was that she considered the tiny room more of a challenge then she would her opponents.
Kanzia calling Bulma, come in Bulma. The bright tone startled her for however long it took her to notice it was her friend.
Hello Kanzia, isn't this against the rules or something?
Actually know, this would be considered a distraction and therefore your own problem. Your opponent will be throwing mental attacks at you, I doubt you'll notice the effort.
There a point to this? Hey let me see the fight. Waiting just long enough to get permission she slipped in and watched a fight. Oh boy, dead meat battling. Kanzia's laughter rang in her mind.
They're not fighting for Vegeta, just trying to get attention of a better mate then they could normally get. She hadn't thought of that, but in a way it made sense. Getting themselves seen by those of better class and rank, it would have been something she would do if she wanted a man. But she already had one; she just had to clue him in a bit. I thought maybe you could go easy on the girls here for show, and maybe stop just short of slaughter on the ones aiming for my brother. Bulma cracked a grin, it would be her pleasure.
How is my dear, unsuspecting, dupe. A round of laughter was on the other end. I mean mate. She was sent the visual of Vegeta glaring down at the field with thinly veiled rage mingled with disgust. She nearly frightened any who were listening in the hall with her laughter. She would be hard pressed to keep her ki from his notice.
How are you going to keep hidden long enough to find him?
No using ki until I see him. Shouldn't be too hard. I'll skip the mental games; I could blast any of those girls down without a blink. Sad really. Two new girls entered the field, elites.
Looking down at his son's prospective mates he cast a curious glance at his daughter. She had seemed panicked at his decree of her participating, now she acted as if there was nothing to think about. Her amused expression and slightly glazed look also told him that she was conversing mentally with another.
"What is so amusing, I would think you would behave like him." Gesturing to his eldest child and only son he ignored the scathing glare.
"I know something entirely too funny for words. Ah good, time to see the fireworks." Returning her attention to the matches he listened absently to the numbers being called. They were too far away to recognize many by sight, so the numbers of the girls was all they could go by and what class they were in. When fourth class was stated he expected a short match.
It was, but not due to a loss on her part. Without bringing ki into play she downed the elite she had faced against. Glancing to his second child he saw she was unsurprised. Fourth class, it had to be Baradock's child. There weren't many of that lowly status alive. Glancing to the box he knew the scientist to reside in he noted the many figures in it. Something his daughter was also privy to, she had acquired the private seats for them.
His son however noticed none of this, too intent on glaring at those competing for the spot at his side.
After completely embarrassing the elite, one she had heard in the science wing some time ago, Bulma returned to her little corner of the universe. All was quiet in her head due to the fact that Kanzia had to go and compete with any who wanted to make a go for her. She wasn't worried about the girl losing to anyone that she wouldn't mind losing to. Though it was a pity that she wouldn't be around to see her face off against Radditz. What would they do when they saw that she had tutored them both? She didn't know but she was going to hear about it she was sure.
Time passed slowly as she listened to the faint sounds of battle through the walls. Whenever she left she either toyed with her opponents, beat them from the beginning, or let them show their skills, then win. With each one she refused to spark her ki. Vegeta was watching and his anger was felt with each fight, only when it was she who was fighting a good dose of interest and suspicion was thrown in.
Though she was glad he noticed her she knew that if she gave even the slightest clue as to who she truly was he would ruin all the fun she had planned. So far nearly all the contenders had spent time in the tanks. She didn't plan on going there thus didn't let any punches land on her. Not that she would have felt them through her armor.
Now when Vegeta hit her she would take notice, she wondered what his armor would be like. There was no question of whether or not she was going to get past his defenses. She recalled their one true sparring session; she had retained enough sense past her shock to take note of his technique. That and after a year plus of helping create his training equipment she had learned a few things. Glancing up when the door opened she saw that it was one of the girls she had given a true chance to show off.
"I know what you're doing."
"Really." She didn't get up from her sitting position.
"Not hard to notice really, all the ones truly going out for the prince you beat. The ones we all know and hate seem to be given no chance at all. Yet those of us that want only to catch the eye of someone, you let us show our talents."
"Congratulations, you're correct." Smiling she moved to her feet, holding out her hand she decided she needed to be polite. "Name's Azkutzy."
"Daughter of Baradock, I know, I've worked for him quite a bit. Yokaz, third class, I work in engineering." Bulma grinned, no wonder she had figured it out, she was one of the few and intelligent.
"Glad to meet ya, excuse me I have a particularly bitchy elite to run into the ground." Following the servant that looked as if he were afraid they would fight she grinned. Nice to know that a few would pick up on what she was doing. Pulling her cloak back around herself she stepped into the arena. By now she had gained herself a few fans and there were as many boos as cheers. No matter the race the underdog was still someone many liked to see triumph. This would be her last match before facing against her mate. A good thing seeing as his edgy nerves and temper were grating onto her own. She felt like having a full out match, and only he could give it to her.
Bowing mockingly to the elite she turned around. Letting her back face her opponent, an ultimate diss. When the signal came she was not standing where the so-called better fighter attacked. Turning she sent a punch to the back of the raging Sayain's skull. She crumpled to the ground and Bulma was announced once again the victor. Turning as the woman was taken from the field she looked to the royal box for the first time. Holding out her hand she signaled for the prince to come. Highly rude, and an arrogant gesture on her half.
All the same Vegeta emerged and slowly made a decent to the space not twenty feet before her. He was glaring at her; it was probably best that he couldn't see the smile her cloak hid. Forcing her amusement down she stripped her cloak off, bringing to notice the eerily similar fighting outfit she had worn when caught and brought before him on their first encounter. She saw the flicker in his eyes. He was figuring it out. Tossing the cloak to the sidelines she noted the servant taking it out of the arena. With that done she began to bring her ki to power. His stunned expression was priceless, then he followed suit.
When he exploded into Super Sayain she grinned, he knew what she wanted. A full out brawl. When she finally allowed her ki to explode around her she simultaneously went Super Sayain. She ignored all else, only seeing her mate's reaction. And feeling the pride flooding from him for her to her. As black partials fell to the ground she knew that when she decreased her power she would be back ot her original colors. 'How's he going to take my new hair color?'
Took me long enough I know. But take heart, the goal of my summer is to FINISH THIS FIC. Honest, I've been writing this since my freshman year and I have every intention to finish this before I start college this fall. Wish me luck. It will be the second fic I have ever finished in a true story fashion.
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