When the ship stopped Bulma opened her eyes and sighed in relief. She
unbuckled the seatbelt and walked over to Vegeta slowly. He groaned, and
Bulma realized that he wasn't knocked out. *What do I do?* she thought.
*It's all his fault! I had such a brilliant plan and if he hadn't followed
me this wouldn't have happened.* She refrained herself from kicking his
side in anger. She would've but that would wake him up even more.
"BULMA?! Are you there?! Gods Bulma, are you okay?!" a familiar voice said, and it sounded as if it was talking through something staticy...
Bulma rushed to the ship radio that allowed the ships to communicate. It looked like a similiar device to the contraption that pilots talked through to other earthling planes. She pulled it up and spoke.
"Goku? Is that you?" Bulma asked through it.
"Yeah, it's me. Phew, I thought you hadn't made it..." Goku said with relief.
"Well, I sorta have a big problem," Bulma said, looking at Vegeta as he slightly moved again.
"Is it the ship?"
"No, it's much worse. Uh, well, you see Vegeta came on the ship..."
"WHAT?!" Goku exclaimed.
"Yeah, and he's sorta out of it...he hit his head and he could get up any minute. I don't know what to do..." Bulma said in a worried tone. "Shit, Goku, he's getting up!! Listen, tell the others not to try and communicate with this ship because Vegeta's on. I'll get back to you, uh, bye!" Bulma whispered hurriedly into it, then shoving it quickly back into its holder.
"Fuck," Vegeta muttered, holding his head and sitting up. He felt as if he had a huge hangover.
Bulma chewed on her lip. *What do I do?!* she thought. Vegeta blinked and stretched out his neck, then looked up and squinted at her as if he didn't know who she was, but then his eyes hardened and he let out a slight growl before standing up and walking over to her.
"Onna," he growled warningly.
"You know, this is all your fault!" Bulma said, as she began backing up towards the wall. "If you hadn't interrupted my brilliant plan you wouldn't be on here!"
Vegeta glared harder and soon Bulma felt her back go up against the wall. Vegeta could practically smell her fear.
"I want this ship back onto mine. right. now," Vegeta demanded.
Bulma shook her head, "No. I won't do it." *Oopsies...did I forget to tell him I told the Main ship to self-destruct?! He's going to be pissed!*
"Do as I tell you!" Vegeta yelled. Their noses were merely an inch apart as he yelled.
"I'm not one of your soldiers, you can't order me around," Bulma said.
"I am the Saiyajin King, and since you are part saiyan, then I am your King," Vegeta said, "and you still dare to defy me?"
"Look, Vegeta, can we talk this out?" Bulma laughed nervously, her fear overwhelming her now. He looked as if he was going to murder her. She gulped as he glared even harder and she really wanted to break the intimidating silence. "W-wow, you c-can sure glare hard...maybe you should lighten up. I could get you a drink if there's on the ship! And then we could talk...maybe about the weather, but there's really no weather in space..."
*Damn it! I'm such an idiot...and I can't believe I'm blabbing like my mom! I have never showed fear like this to anyone! He already knows I'm scared shitless...whatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo? And if I tell him his main ship is going to blow up soon he'll probably kill me. Come on, girl, think.*
"Do you know how many people I've killed?" Vegeta suddenly said quietly, his glare dissapearing, and replaced with some sort of twisted, evil look. Personally, she had liked the glare better.
Bulma shook her head, no.
"More than you could ever imagine," he said, leaning his hand against the left wall beside her and making her shrink back, or tried to, even more.
"I know you're trying to scare me, which you have already accomplished, but, well, are you, um, insane?" Bulma asked. *Nice question, Bulma. I'm sure he'll be even happier!*
"You should never tell your enemy you fear them, onna," Vegeta whispered into her ear. She shuddered.
But then, as if God had somehow shone luck upon her, the ship shook and Vegeta fell backwards, off guard. Bulma used this to escape his horrible glare and move away from the wall.
"The ship is heading into an asteroid field!" the computer said. "Defense shields up?"
"Yes," Bulma replied.
Vegeta was standing back up, seething. He had been caught off guard from the stupid ship. The ship shields protected the ship, of course, and they were so advanced the asteroids didn't even touch any more of the rock.
"You know, Vegeta, I'm going to take a long bath," Bulma said, "I really need one and well, you can scare me when I get back, okay? Good."
Bulma quickly shut the bathroom door and turned the bath water on. When it had filled up she stripped off her clothes and let herself sink into the refreshing, hot water. *Shit...Vegeta's ship is going to blow, and he'll eventually find out and then kill me. Why am I so unlucky?!*
~~dbz~~dbz~~
At Vegeta's Main Ship:
Calli, Vegeta's cousin, had finished talking with Frieza nearly a half an hour ago, and the tyrant had still not at all been pleased. She had also finished taking a bath a couple minutes go. She changed into her elite armor. She was going to go to the Second ship they had brought to Earth when they had destroyed the small planet, which was also coming back too. Bardock and Raditz had gone back to the second ship a little while ago. The moment she stepped out of her door red lights around the hallways began blinking on and off and an alarm sounded.
"SHIP WILL DESTRUCT IN TEN MINUTES!" the booming ship's computer voice yelled throughout the ship. "TEN MINUTES to evacuate!"
"Ah shit," Calli muttered, "I've got to get back to my ship....and where's Vegeta's ki? I can't feel him anywhere. Oh, who fucking cares about him anyway?"
Slaves, and soldiers ran frantically through the halls, screaming, cursing, and bickering. Calli went by them all, but one stopped her and stood in front of her.
"You're part royality! Who did this?!" a low-class screamed at her, "You should know!"
Calli punched him in the gut. "I don't know myself , you bastard. Don't ever speak to me like that again! Hmph. Not that you'll be alive to anyway."
He fell to the floor and pain and Calli just stepped aside from him and continued. She passed where the ships were and surprised that about seven or eight of them were nearly gone, and the ones left weren't responding to anyone, and if they did blast the doors open the ships still wouldn't blast off. *What the fuck?!* she thought.
Calli went to her ship and was relieved to find that hers was still accessible to her password. *Good thing that hacker didn't get into my ship's password, it's a seperate password to the rest, not that anyone else knows anyway.* She opened the door and then closed it quickly behind her so no one would follow her in. Her hands flew over the control room's computer.
"Ship blasting off in 10, 9, 8, 7..." the computer said.
She strapped herself in and breathed a sigh of relief. The ship blasted off and she shut her eyes and waited. The ship stopped and Calli unstrapped herself. She pulled open the ship's radio and contacted the Second ship.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked.
"Who is this? This is the Second ship's pilot speaking," a voice asked harshly.
"This is Calli, King Vegeta's cousin, and whoever you are you had better not speak to me in that tone," Calli said angrily.
"I'm sorry, your highness, but what can I help you with?" the voice asked, much more nicer and sort of nervous.
Suddenly, Calli's ship shook suddenly and she dropped the thing. She rushed over to her window and saw the destruction of the ship. She sighed sadly, and picked the Ship Communicator back up. Also, known as the SC.
"Hello? Your highness?! Are you there?"
"Yes," Calli said, "but I'm sorry to inform you that the Main ship has self- destructed. Before I left I did not feel King Vegeta's ki so he was not on there."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive!" she growled. "I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later, anyway. He always does. Now, go tell the others what I've told you, is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Calli went back to the window and saw that it was still exploding. It seemed sort of like fireworks. The fire was all over the poor ship and then she saw the ship seemed to blow into thousands of peices, slowly one section at a time. She gave it a small salute in respect for the soldiers on it.
~~dbz~~dbz~~
Vegeta leaned against the wall in the room and closed his eyes. *That damn woman thinks she can push me around like I'm some slave. Nobody disrespects the King of the Saiyans and gets away with it! I would go in there and demand an explanation, but she smells like shit; she needed to take a bath. Besides, she'll come out later. It's not like she can avoid the inevitable.* He yawned and rubbed his eyes. *And she just had to do this when I was about to go to bed.*
~~dbz~~dbz~~
Bulma finished, and then picked up the elite clothes and put them on. She threw the hat over to the other side of the room. The hat clashed with the outfit, and the outfit had black spandex, black tipped boots, black gloves, and armor over the spandex. She liked the outfit, and it was much better than the low-classes. She brushed her hair, (she'd found a brush in the bathroom drawers,) after she'd towel-dryed it, although it was still wet. She smelled the air and was happy that she no longer reeked like shit. She took one long, last look in the mirror.
She took a deep breath and then reached for the doorknob slowly. Bulma nervously opened the door and went in the control room, which was one out of the two small rooms. The other room was a small bedroom, and a third of the room was took by the medium-sized bed. Her eyes searched the room and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Vegeta?" she whispered quietly
Bulma looked around the room and spotted him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and his right knee pointed upward. She had to admit, he looked cute when he was sleeping. He looked rather peaceful, and a slight snore came out of his mouth every moment or so. She almost forgot he was the Saiyan King. She walked near him and bent down so they would be eye level...even though he wasn't awake. She slightly touched his cheek with the back of her index finger. He was so cute! But then she pulled back and looked at her hand as if it had betrayed her.
She backed up ten feet away and then clumsily tripped over something. She let out a small, surprised scream before she hit the ground. Bulma cursed and looked towards Vegeta in alarm. He muttered something, but then seemed motionless. She sighed in relief and looked at what caused her to fall and cause the racket. She rolled her eyes over her clumsiness. A cord that connected some of the things. She stood back up and looked at him.
Then another thought came to her. *He's so vulnerable. If I kill him now then he would not be in my way and I wouldn't be stuck here. But I can't do that. It wouldn't be honorable! I shouldn't kill him with his guard down. Goku wouldn't. Goku...Goku...I've got to contact him while I can!*
She went to the SC (ship communicator) and picked it up. She took one last suspicious look at Vegeta to make sure he was asleep.
"Goku?" she whispered into it. "Hello? Anybody there?"
Bulma tapped her foot impatiently and kept repeating his name quietly, then louder, and eventually she started yelling when he didn't answer. "GOKU?!" she yelled into it. She smacked herself on the forehead. Vegeta was still in the room!
"H-Hello?" a voice asked groggily.
She had forgotten Vegeta was in the room because she had wanted Goku to answer. Bulma bit her lip and smacked herself mentally. She held her breath and looked at Vegeta. He hadn't moved, and he wasn't snoring slightly anymore. She gulped, but she remembered Goku. She had tried waking him up many times, and he had never woken up. Maybe saiyans were hard to wakeup. One time she had yelled in Goku's ear for 30 minutes before and he hadn't woken up until she screamed breakfast in his ear.
"Hello?" the voice repeated, snapping her back to reality.
"Oh, is Goku there?" she whispered.
"Yeah, hold on...if I can wake him up-"
"Just mention food and he'll wake up immediatly," Bulma said.
"Ok."
A few minutes later...
"Bulma?" a famaliar, comforting voice said.
"Goku! Listen, Vegeta's still on the ship and he's sleeping and I don't know what to do. He's going to be pissed his Main ship self-destructed and he might even be awake right now, and I don't even know," Bulma said, nearly crying into the phone. "I'm really freaked, Goku."
"Bulma..." Goku seemed unsure what to do or say.
"My ship self-destructed?" a voice hissed into her ear.
Bulma screamed and dropped the SC. She was shoved into the wall and once again, Vegeta looked pissed. So he had listened...
"H-how long have you been awake?" she said fearfully.
"Ever since you made that racket by falling," he informed her. "You SELF- DESTRUCTED MY OTHER SHIP, WOMAN?! You are an idiot!"
He picked her up by the throat and lifted her into the air.
"I could kill you right now," Vegeta said.
"BULMA?!" she heard Goku yell into the SC. "Get away from her, Vegeta! Don't harm her!!"
So, Goku could hear them.
"Y-You can't kill me," Bulma stammered. "Only the ship responds to me. If I die, you drift aimlessly in the ship, eventually starving or entering an asteroid field where it destroys you. Wouldn't you want a warrior's death instead of /that/?"
That wasn't the whole truth, though, but she had to try something.
Vegeta dropped her back to the floor and growled. "And you've been in contact with those other /earthlings/?"
He picked up the SC. "Tell me your location, brat, or I'll torture the blue- haired, woman. I could do whatever I wanted. I don't HAVE to kill her."
"Don't do it, Goku!" Bulma said.
"Shut up!" Vegeta yelled, punching her in the stomach. She winced, and fell to her knees. "Do you want her to suffer?"
"Bulma..." Goku whispered. "I-I..."
"No, Goku! I won't let you do this! Goodbye, kid!" Bulma said. She called Goku kid because he was a bit younger than her, and it was sort of her version of friendly affection towards him; Goku knew this.
From the kneeling position on the ground she started up a small ki blast and blasted the SC. Vegeta, who hadn't suspected her to do that at all, jumped back in surprise. Bulma went back onto her feet and glared daggers at the Saiyajin King.
"Why do you always have to cause trouble, woman?" Vegeta growled. "You killed hundreds of saiyans on that other ship, and NOW I can't even contact anyone!!! I order you to get this ship to the second ship or did you destroy that too!?!"
"No," Bulma mumbled.
"So, get this peice of shit there already," Vegeta demanded.
"I won't do it," Bulma said.
"ARGH!" Vegeta yelled, punching the ship's computer sytem and his energy destroyed nearly everything.
A hole appeared in the computer system and sparks of electricity danced around the room.
"DEFENSE SHIELDS DOWN!" the computer warned. "Ship blasters unable to work, controls unusable-"
"COMPUTER! What /do/ we have left?" Bulma asked.
"Landing gears, some backups and fuel," the computer said.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "You're the idiot! Now we'll have-"
"ENTERING ANOTHER ASTEROID FIELD!" ship warned.
"WHAT?!" Bulma screamed.
"Hmph. Don't blame this on me. You're the one that made me pissed off," Vegeta said, crossing his arms and looking at her with no particular expression on his face.
Bulma screamed in fury and frustration. "WHAT DO WE DO DAMNIT?!"
"Computer, do we have the backup shields?" Vegeta demanded.
"Unknown voice spoken. Computer will not answer," the computer said.
Bulma smirked when she heard this. "Told you it doesn't listen to anyone, but me."
Surprisingly, Vegeta smirked back at her. "That's not true, onna. I'm not a brainless King you know. I've worked around ships before, I've hacked into them, and since they are my ships I put in my own password seperate from the rest, although it may still answer to you, it will also answer to me. I let you believe I didn't know for my own amusement."
Bulma'e eyes widened and her smirk vanished. He was smarter than she thought him to be.
"Computer, this is King Vegeta speaking. My own password is Macintosh."
"Password and named confirmed," it responded.
Just then, the ship shook wildly and Bulma was thrown to the wall, and Vegeta doing the same. Sure, Vegeta proved the ship could now listen to him, but it did nothing for their survival.
"SHIP!" Vegeta yelled. "Get the ship out of this asteroid field, and make sure you use the backup controls."
"Password for backup controls?" the computer challenged.
"Microsoft!" Vegeta said.
"Confirmed."
There was a noise as if a car had started and suddenly the ship was jerked around. They both didn't know if it was from the ateroids, or the computer trying to get them out of there. Minutes later the ship slowly went foreward. Bulma sighed in relief and slumped to the floor. Vegeta glanced at her before adressing the ship.
"Computer, is there any problems /now/?" Vegeta asked irritably.
It didn't answer.
"Computer?" Vegeta growled.
There was another pause, but then it did respond.
"Computer energy going low from asteroid field and a source of energy around the ship earlier. Strong gravity from an occupied planet pulling ship into that planet's atmosphere........and....and...."
"Spit it out!" Vegeta ordered.
"Fuel running low and the landing may be too fast for the landing gears to handle."
"What planet?" Vegeta demanded.
"Planet-" the computer stopped.
It sounded as if the computer had shut down and the lights around the ship vanished to. The only thing usuable was the oxygen in the ship. Bulma sat silently, staring off aimlessly into the abyss of blackness in the ship, and Vegeta thought of what planet they were going to. The ship started to shake uncontrollably, and it seemed to wake them both up from their thoughts and they both ran to the seats...well...after tripping a few times. They strapped themselves in.
"You know," Vegeta said after a pause and when the ship shook even more, "this is your fault."
Bulma grunted. "Yeah right, monkey boy. This is all /your/ fault."
But even if they did say something after that it could not be heard by the ship's shaking and the speed they were traveling. Although, Bulma could not see in the darkness, Vegeta's eyes actually showed something other than anger, smugness, or arrogance - it was a small mixture of things that could not be described. And Bulma, who usually didn't bother to hide her emotions - except when her own pride got in the way - had squeezed her eyes shut and clutching the sides of the chair.
Would they survive this impact?
~~DBZ~~DBZ~~
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"BULMA?! Are you there?! Gods Bulma, are you okay?!" a familiar voice said, and it sounded as if it was talking through something staticy...
Bulma rushed to the ship radio that allowed the ships to communicate. It looked like a similiar device to the contraption that pilots talked through to other earthling planes. She pulled it up and spoke.
"Goku? Is that you?" Bulma asked through it.
"Yeah, it's me. Phew, I thought you hadn't made it..." Goku said with relief.
"Well, I sorta have a big problem," Bulma said, looking at Vegeta as he slightly moved again.
"Is it the ship?"
"No, it's much worse. Uh, well, you see Vegeta came on the ship..."
"WHAT?!" Goku exclaimed.
"Yeah, and he's sorta out of it...he hit his head and he could get up any minute. I don't know what to do..." Bulma said in a worried tone. "Shit, Goku, he's getting up!! Listen, tell the others not to try and communicate with this ship because Vegeta's on. I'll get back to you, uh, bye!" Bulma whispered hurriedly into it, then shoving it quickly back into its holder.
"Fuck," Vegeta muttered, holding his head and sitting up. He felt as if he had a huge hangover.
Bulma chewed on her lip. *What do I do?!* she thought. Vegeta blinked and stretched out his neck, then looked up and squinted at her as if he didn't know who she was, but then his eyes hardened and he let out a slight growl before standing up and walking over to her.
"Onna," he growled warningly.
"You know, this is all your fault!" Bulma said, as she began backing up towards the wall. "If you hadn't interrupted my brilliant plan you wouldn't be on here!"
Vegeta glared harder and soon Bulma felt her back go up against the wall. Vegeta could practically smell her fear.
"I want this ship back onto mine. right. now," Vegeta demanded.
Bulma shook her head, "No. I won't do it." *Oopsies...did I forget to tell him I told the Main ship to self-destruct?! He's going to be pissed!*
"Do as I tell you!" Vegeta yelled. Their noses were merely an inch apart as he yelled.
"I'm not one of your soldiers, you can't order me around," Bulma said.
"I am the Saiyajin King, and since you are part saiyan, then I am your King," Vegeta said, "and you still dare to defy me?"
"Look, Vegeta, can we talk this out?" Bulma laughed nervously, her fear overwhelming her now. He looked as if he was going to murder her. She gulped as he glared even harder and she really wanted to break the intimidating silence. "W-wow, you c-can sure glare hard...maybe you should lighten up. I could get you a drink if there's on the ship! And then we could talk...maybe about the weather, but there's really no weather in space..."
*Damn it! I'm such an idiot...and I can't believe I'm blabbing like my mom! I have never showed fear like this to anyone! He already knows I'm scared shitless...whatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo? And if I tell him his main ship is going to blow up soon he'll probably kill me. Come on, girl, think.*
"Do you know how many people I've killed?" Vegeta suddenly said quietly, his glare dissapearing, and replaced with some sort of twisted, evil look. Personally, she had liked the glare better.
Bulma shook her head, no.
"More than you could ever imagine," he said, leaning his hand against the left wall beside her and making her shrink back, or tried to, even more.
"I know you're trying to scare me, which you have already accomplished, but, well, are you, um, insane?" Bulma asked. *Nice question, Bulma. I'm sure he'll be even happier!*
"You should never tell your enemy you fear them, onna," Vegeta whispered into her ear. She shuddered.
But then, as if God had somehow shone luck upon her, the ship shook and Vegeta fell backwards, off guard. Bulma used this to escape his horrible glare and move away from the wall.
"The ship is heading into an asteroid field!" the computer said. "Defense shields up?"
"Yes," Bulma replied.
Vegeta was standing back up, seething. He had been caught off guard from the stupid ship. The ship shields protected the ship, of course, and they were so advanced the asteroids didn't even touch any more of the rock.
"You know, Vegeta, I'm going to take a long bath," Bulma said, "I really need one and well, you can scare me when I get back, okay? Good."
Bulma quickly shut the bathroom door and turned the bath water on. When it had filled up she stripped off her clothes and let herself sink into the refreshing, hot water. *Shit...Vegeta's ship is going to blow, and he'll eventually find out and then kill me. Why am I so unlucky?!*
~~dbz~~dbz~~
At Vegeta's Main Ship:
Calli, Vegeta's cousin, had finished talking with Frieza nearly a half an hour ago, and the tyrant had still not at all been pleased. She had also finished taking a bath a couple minutes go. She changed into her elite armor. She was going to go to the Second ship they had brought to Earth when they had destroyed the small planet, which was also coming back too. Bardock and Raditz had gone back to the second ship a little while ago. The moment she stepped out of her door red lights around the hallways began blinking on and off and an alarm sounded.
"SHIP WILL DESTRUCT IN TEN MINUTES!" the booming ship's computer voice yelled throughout the ship. "TEN MINUTES to evacuate!"
"Ah shit," Calli muttered, "I've got to get back to my ship....and where's Vegeta's ki? I can't feel him anywhere. Oh, who fucking cares about him anyway?"
Slaves, and soldiers ran frantically through the halls, screaming, cursing, and bickering. Calli went by them all, but one stopped her and stood in front of her.
"You're part royality! Who did this?!" a low-class screamed at her, "You should know!"
Calli punched him in the gut. "I don't know myself , you bastard. Don't ever speak to me like that again! Hmph. Not that you'll be alive to anyway."
He fell to the floor and pain and Calli just stepped aside from him and continued. She passed where the ships were and surprised that about seven or eight of them were nearly gone, and the ones left weren't responding to anyone, and if they did blast the doors open the ships still wouldn't blast off. *What the fuck?!* she thought.
Calli went to her ship and was relieved to find that hers was still accessible to her password. *Good thing that hacker didn't get into my ship's password, it's a seperate password to the rest, not that anyone else knows anyway.* She opened the door and then closed it quickly behind her so no one would follow her in. Her hands flew over the control room's computer.
"Ship blasting off in 10, 9, 8, 7..." the computer said.
She strapped herself in and breathed a sigh of relief. The ship blasted off and she shut her eyes and waited. The ship stopped and Calli unstrapped herself. She pulled open the ship's radio and contacted the Second ship.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she asked.
"Who is this? This is the Second ship's pilot speaking," a voice asked harshly.
"This is Calli, King Vegeta's cousin, and whoever you are you had better not speak to me in that tone," Calli said angrily.
"I'm sorry, your highness, but what can I help you with?" the voice asked, much more nicer and sort of nervous.
Suddenly, Calli's ship shook suddenly and she dropped the thing. She rushed over to her window and saw the destruction of the ship. She sighed sadly, and picked the Ship Communicator back up. Also, known as the SC.
"Hello? Your highness?! Are you there?"
"Yes," Calli said, "but I'm sorry to inform you that the Main ship has self- destructed. Before I left I did not feel King Vegeta's ki so he was not on there."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive!" she growled. "I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later, anyway. He always does. Now, go tell the others what I've told you, is that clear?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Calli went back to the window and saw that it was still exploding. It seemed sort of like fireworks. The fire was all over the poor ship and then she saw the ship seemed to blow into thousands of peices, slowly one section at a time. She gave it a small salute in respect for the soldiers on it.
~~dbz~~dbz~~
Vegeta leaned against the wall in the room and closed his eyes. *That damn woman thinks she can push me around like I'm some slave. Nobody disrespects the King of the Saiyans and gets away with it! I would go in there and demand an explanation, but she smells like shit; she needed to take a bath. Besides, she'll come out later. It's not like she can avoid the inevitable.* He yawned and rubbed his eyes. *And she just had to do this when I was about to go to bed.*
~~dbz~~dbz~~
Bulma finished, and then picked up the elite clothes and put them on. She threw the hat over to the other side of the room. The hat clashed with the outfit, and the outfit had black spandex, black tipped boots, black gloves, and armor over the spandex. She liked the outfit, and it was much better than the low-classes. She brushed her hair, (she'd found a brush in the bathroom drawers,) after she'd towel-dryed it, although it was still wet. She smelled the air and was happy that she no longer reeked like shit. She took one long, last look in the mirror.
She took a deep breath and then reached for the doorknob slowly. Bulma nervously opened the door and went in the control room, which was one out of the two small rooms. The other room was a small bedroom, and a third of the room was took by the medium-sized bed. Her eyes searched the room and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Vegeta?" she whispered quietly
Bulma looked around the room and spotted him leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, and his right knee pointed upward. She had to admit, he looked cute when he was sleeping. He looked rather peaceful, and a slight snore came out of his mouth every moment or so. She almost forgot he was the Saiyan King. She walked near him and bent down so they would be eye level...even though he wasn't awake. She slightly touched his cheek with the back of her index finger. He was so cute! But then she pulled back and looked at her hand as if it had betrayed her.
She backed up ten feet away and then clumsily tripped over something. She let out a small, surprised scream before she hit the ground. Bulma cursed and looked towards Vegeta in alarm. He muttered something, but then seemed motionless. She sighed in relief and looked at what caused her to fall and cause the racket. She rolled her eyes over her clumsiness. A cord that connected some of the things. She stood back up and looked at him.
Then another thought came to her. *He's so vulnerable. If I kill him now then he would not be in my way and I wouldn't be stuck here. But I can't do that. It wouldn't be honorable! I shouldn't kill him with his guard down. Goku wouldn't. Goku...Goku...I've got to contact him while I can!*
She went to the SC (ship communicator) and picked it up. She took one last suspicious look at Vegeta to make sure he was asleep.
"Goku?" she whispered into it. "Hello? Anybody there?"
Bulma tapped her foot impatiently and kept repeating his name quietly, then louder, and eventually she started yelling when he didn't answer. "GOKU?!" she yelled into it. She smacked herself on the forehead. Vegeta was still in the room!
"H-Hello?" a voice asked groggily.
She had forgotten Vegeta was in the room because she had wanted Goku to answer. Bulma bit her lip and smacked herself mentally. She held her breath and looked at Vegeta. He hadn't moved, and he wasn't snoring slightly anymore. She gulped, but she remembered Goku. She had tried waking him up many times, and he had never woken up. Maybe saiyans were hard to wakeup. One time she had yelled in Goku's ear for 30 minutes before and he hadn't woken up until she screamed breakfast in his ear.
"Hello?" the voice repeated, snapping her back to reality.
"Oh, is Goku there?" she whispered.
"Yeah, hold on...if I can wake him up-"
"Just mention food and he'll wake up immediatly," Bulma said.
"Ok."
A few minutes later...
"Bulma?" a famaliar, comforting voice said.
"Goku! Listen, Vegeta's still on the ship and he's sleeping and I don't know what to do. He's going to be pissed his Main ship self-destructed and he might even be awake right now, and I don't even know," Bulma said, nearly crying into the phone. "I'm really freaked, Goku."
"Bulma..." Goku seemed unsure what to do or say.
"My ship self-destructed?" a voice hissed into her ear.
Bulma screamed and dropped the SC. She was shoved into the wall and once again, Vegeta looked pissed. So he had listened...
"H-how long have you been awake?" she said fearfully.
"Ever since you made that racket by falling," he informed her. "You SELF- DESTRUCTED MY OTHER SHIP, WOMAN?! You are an idiot!"
He picked her up by the throat and lifted her into the air.
"I could kill you right now," Vegeta said.
"BULMA?!" she heard Goku yell into the SC. "Get away from her, Vegeta! Don't harm her!!"
So, Goku could hear them.
"Y-You can't kill me," Bulma stammered. "Only the ship responds to me. If I die, you drift aimlessly in the ship, eventually starving or entering an asteroid field where it destroys you. Wouldn't you want a warrior's death instead of /that/?"
That wasn't the whole truth, though, but she had to try something.
Vegeta dropped her back to the floor and growled. "And you've been in contact with those other /earthlings/?"
He picked up the SC. "Tell me your location, brat, or I'll torture the blue- haired, woman. I could do whatever I wanted. I don't HAVE to kill her."
"Don't do it, Goku!" Bulma said.
"Shut up!" Vegeta yelled, punching her in the stomach. She winced, and fell to her knees. "Do you want her to suffer?"
"Bulma..." Goku whispered. "I-I..."
"No, Goku! I won't let you do this! Goodbye, kid!" Bulma said. She called Goku kid because he was a bit younger than her, and it was sort of her version of friendly affection towards him; Goku knew this.
From the kneeling position on the ground she started up a small ki blast and blasted the SC. Vegeta, who hadn't suspected her to do that at all, jumped back in surprise. Bulma went back onto her feet and glared daggers at the Saiyajin King.
"Why do you always have to cause trouble, woman?" Vegeta growled. "You killed hundreds of saiyans on that other ship, and NOW I can't even contact anyone!!! I order you to get this ship to the second ship or did you destroy that too!?!"
"No," Bulma mumbled.
"So, get this peice of shit there already," Vegeta demanded.
"I won't do it," Bulma said.
"ARGH!" Vegeta yelled, punching the ship's computer sytem and his energy destroyed nearly everything.
A hole appeared in the computer system and sparks of electricity danced around the room.
"DEFENSE SHIELDS DOWN!" the computer warned. "Ship blasters unable to work, controls unusable-"
"COMPUTER! What /do/ we have left?" Bulma asked.
"Landing gears, some backups and fuel," the computer said.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "You're the idiot! Now we'll have-"
"ENTERING ANOTHER ASTEROID FIELD!" ship warned.
"WHAT?!" Bulma screamed.
"Hmph. Don't blame this on me. You're the one that made me pissed off," Vegeta said, crossing his arms and looking at her with no particular expression on his face.
Bulma screamed in fury and frustration. "WHAT DO WE DO DAMNIT?!"
"Computer, do we have the backup shields?" Vegeta demanded.
"Unknown voice spoken. Computer will not answer," the computer said.
Bulma smirked when she heard this. "Told you it doesn't listen to anyone, but me."
Surprisingly, Vegeta smirked back at her. "That's not true, onna. I'm not a brainless King you know. I've worked around ships before, I've hacked into them, and since they are my ships I put in my own password seperate from the rest, although it may still answer to you, it will also answer to me. I let you believe I didn't know for my own amusement."
Bulma'e eyes widened and her smirk vanished. He was smarter than she thought him to be.
"Computer, this is King Vegeta speaking. My own password is Macintosh."
"Password and named confirmed," it responded.
Just then, the ship shook wildly and Bulma was thrown to the wall, and Vegeta doing the same. Sure, Vegeta proved the ship could now listen to him, but it did nothing for their survival.
"SHIP!" Vegeta yelled. "Get the ship out of this asteroid field, and make sure you use the backup controls."
"Password for backup controls?" the computer challenged.
"Microsoft!" Vegeta said.
"Confirmed."
There was a noise as if a car had started and suddenly the ship was jerked around. They both didn't know if it was from the ateroids, or the computer trying to get them out of there. Minutes later the ship slowly went foreward. Bulma sighed in relief and slumped to the floor. Vegeta glanced at her before adressing the ship.
"Computer, is there any problems /now/?" Vegeta asked irritably.
It didn't answer.
"Computer?" Vegeta growled.
There was another pause, but then it did respond.
"Computer energy going low from asteroid field and a source of energy around the ship earlier. Strong gravity from an occupied planet pulling ship into that planet's atmosphere........and....and...."
"Spit it out!" Vegeta ordered.
"Fuel running low and the landing may be too fast for the landing gears to handle."
"What planet?" Vegeta demanded.
"Planet-" the computer stopped.
It sounded as if the computer had shut down and the lights around the ship vanished to. The only thing usuable was the oxygen in the ship. Bulma sat silently, staring off aimlessly into the abyss of blackness in the ship, and Vegeta thought of what planet they were going to. The ship started to shake uncontrollably, and it seemed to wake them both up from their thoughts and they both ran to the seats...well...after tripping a few times. They strapped themselves in.
"You know," Vegeta said after a pause and when the ship shook even more, "this is your fault."
Bulma grunted. "Yeah right, monkey boy. This is all /your/ fault."
But even if they did say something after that it could not be heard by the ship's shaking and the speed they were traveling. Although, Bulma could not see in the darkness, Vegeta's eyes actually showed something other than anger, smugness, or arrogance - it was a small mixture of things that could not be described. And Bulma, who usually didn't bother to hide her emotions - except when her own pride got in the way - had squeezed her eyes shut and clutching the sides of the chair.
Would they survive this impact?
~~DBZ~~DBZ~~
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