Scientific Journey: Bulma's Story
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz or the characters, blah blah blah..
A.N: I now this is a really typically storyline, yada yada ya. But I love this dbz couple, and I think it's one of the most interesting storylines (that's probably y it's so popular.) So I hope that this 1 is somehow original, & plz review!
Last time: Yamcha died, boohoo (heh like ne1 cares) & Vegeta found the Briefs scientist he was looking for.
Oh, and ".." Is a conversation.
'...' is the characters thoughts. This chapters a little shorter than the last, but I guess that's ok, well, it's gonna have to be. I dunno about the Kakarrot part, what do u think? OK, I'll shut up now. Til next time!
Chapter 2: A Mistake?
The Journey was short, but it seemed like ages, especially after been carried upside down for 15minutes. Vegeta finally landed outside a huge white ship, and the entrance opened up for him as he landed. Within seconds, Bulma found herself being carried inside the ship, and the door closed behind her, engulfing them in darkness. Finally, they approached some lights, and Vegeta finally placed Bulma onto her feet. She felt extremely dizzy, but still had her feisty temper.
"Asshole!" She shouted at Vegeta, and he turned to face her, not amused.
"Listen, woman!" He growled, gripping her wrist tightly. "You belong to me now, and you will speak when spoken to. That doesn't mean hurling insults at me either! You are to respect me as your master and as your Prince. I will not tolerate your attitude problem."
"Hmph," Bulma stuck her nose in the air and closed her eyes, struggling to break Vegeta's tight grip on her wrist. "I don't know who you think you are expecting me to treat me like your 'master!' Because there's no way that-"
"SILENCE!!" His loud voice echoed through the corridor and her lips clasped shut. "You will learn respect, one way," he grinned, sending chills down her body. "Or another." With that, he tapped in a code into the nearest door, and practically threw Bulma inside. Before she had a chance, the door had slammed shut behind her, and she was alone.
"OPEN THE DOOR YOU BASTARD!" She yelled as she banged her fists on the metal door, bruising them slightly. "FINE! FUCK YOU!" She moved away from the door, muttering to herself as she surveyed the room. "Ignorant screwball, if he thinks for one...huh?" The room she had been confined in appeared to be a bedroom, a master bedroom from the looks of it. It screamed out masculine, bachelor, and sex in particular from the deep purple, maroon, and black colour code. However, it was quite organised and neat, with everything put in its place tidily. Bulma snickered to herself as evil thoughts went through her head. If it was one thing she hated, then it would be someone messing up her extremely tidy bedroom at home. 'Home,' she suddenly thought. 'I miss it already. Maybe this is just some bad dream, and I'll wake up soon. Oh well, best make the most of it."
Meanwhile, Vegeta stood on the bridge with Zarbon, talking to Frieza on the intercom. "Tell me about your mission Vegeta, Zarbon tells me it was a success."
"It was too easy," Vegeta replied with a harrumph. "I don't know why you even bothered with those pathetic humans, they're useless."
"What's this I hear about a woman?" Frieza did not look impressed, which satisfied Vegeta to see him so aggravated. However, his father's plans were to be kept secret.
"Just a little slave I acquired. I'm taking a few humans back to Vegetasei for the slave trade, if, that's not a problem?"
"Not at all Vegeta," Frieza remained expressionless even though Vegeta's sarcasm was clearly evident. "Just remember that though they belong to you, you belong to me, and therefore everything you own also belongs to me. Have a nice journey Vegeta." He smirked as he disconnected, leaving a scowling Vegeta and a smug Zarbon.
"What are you smiling at?" Vegeta demanded to know, making Zarbon's smirk widen. "You belong to Frieza too, so don't think you're high and mighty."
"We may both belong to Frieza, but I still surpass you in power. So I think that qualifies for me being more high and mighty than you'll ever be." He folded his arms and leaned against the control panel, agitating Vegeta even more.
"At least I'll have a fuck tonight, while you can just lie there alone like the loser that you are. You may have power, but I still have more brains. Sweet dreams." Vegeta smirked and left on that last note, making Zarbon scowl.
"You haven't won yet Vegeta, not by a long shot."
Vegeta was extremely chuffed with himself, and puffed his chest out at the little verbal contest, which he had just won. However, now he had to somehow explain to the woman the situation, and find out if she really was the Briefs scientist. 'Well, if she isn't, then I still win. Father will just have to do without his master plan." He smirked as he tapped the door code into the electronic panel, but gasped in horror at the sight he saw as the door slid open. His clothes were everywhere; on his double bed, on the floor, thrown up onto the lights, and scattered on furniture. The bed quilts and sheets were ripped from the bed and thrown onto the floor also. Finally, the cupboard doors were open, and anything in them had been tossed out, leaving massaging creams and his collection of various herbal lotions spilled everywhere. Anger flared on Vegeta's face as he realised that his ensuite bathroom door was shut tight.
Bulma heard the main door open and began to shake. She had already realised that her actions had been a little childish and stupid. Her hiding place wasn't exactly too clever either. Her theory came true suddenly, as the bathroom door was blasted open, and in stepped the almighty prince.
"Get up!" He ordered, trying to keep his anger to a minimum, and when she hesitated, he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her onto her feet. Bulma struggled and screamed as Vegeta literally dragged her into the main bedroom and flung her onto the floor roughly. She yelped as the carpet burned her elbows, and sat up to see the Saiyan prince towering above her. "Now, seeing as you like to re-organise my room so much, you can re- organise it back to the way it was before!" Bulma narrowed her eyes and stuck her nose in the air with defiance.
"NO! IF YOU LIKE BEING TIDY THAT MUCH, THEN YOU RE-ORGANISE IT!"
His ears rung from her loud voice, and a growl began to get louder from the depths of his throat. "You have more bite then you have intelligence woman! I'm starting to wonder if you really are the scientist that you claimed to be!" Bulma folded her arms and stood up, no one accused her of being stupid!
"Listen you, you, YOU MONKEY FREAK! My father is the great doctor Briefs, and I am his equally great daughter! You can't find a better scientist then my family, SO WATCH YOUR BAD BREATHED MONKEY MOUTH!"
It was at that moment that Bulma felt something very hard hit her cheek, and as her head hit the floor, everything blacked out. "Stupid baka," Vegeta frowned at her limp body and calmer breathing. "No one insults me like that! But it seems my calculations were wrong and correct at the same time. I wonder if this is the right Briefs whom my father requested?" Vegeta sighed, his head hurt from her annoyingly loud and high-pitched voice. But he couldn't stand an untidy room, so he called another slave to tidy it for him. 'Hopefully the woman will be easier to negotiate with when she's calmer. Until then however," he picked up his communicator and ordered Nappa and Radditz, his two most trusted Saiyans, to meet him in the training room. 'I think I need to cool off myself."
The first thing Bulma felt when she woke up was a stinging sensation on her left cheek, an aching head, and a very stiff neck from how she'd been lying on the hard floor. The room spun round as she lifted herself up slowly into a sitting position, and found herself in a tidier version of Vegeta's room. The thought of him tidying it up brought a satisfied smile to her face, but then she realised he had most likely got someone else to do it for him.
"What a total asshole," she uttered in a groggy voice. "How dare he hit me! Just cause he's got nothing to say! All brawns and no brains, I hate that!" She sat down on his bed, and then fell backwards allowing her body to almost mould into the soft mattress as she relaxed. She didn't even notice the door open, and Vegeta gaped at the sight he saw as he entered his room. There she was, lying on his bed, and oblivious to everything around her. 'Of all the nerve!' Vegeta frowned. 'First she trashes the place, and then, she takes over my bed.' Of course, he wouldn't of minded if he was sharing the bed too, but he wasn't, and that was his point. The heat was getting to him, and Vegeta scowled as he sat down on his bed, disturbing Bulma's peaceful meditation. Her eyes immediately shot open as the bed lightly moved, and as she turned to see Vegeta staring down at her, she suddenly got up and moved to the other side of the bed.
"So, you finally decided to wake up." He was annoyingly calm and cocky as he sat there leaning against the wall with his muscular arms folded against his equally muscular chest.
"Thanks to you lashing out at me! That was uncalled for."
"And I see you've calmed down a little. Good. Now, are you ready to negotiate?" Bulma frowned and folded her arms, bringing Vegeta's attention to her bare, toned midriff.
"Negotiate what? Hopefully my room, because I'm not staying in here." He smirked, finding her attitude very amusing. Bulma, however, didn't.
"We'll discuss that later," he informed her with his trademark smirk. "But first, the reason why I brought you here." He paused to make sure she wasn't going to interrupt, and when she remained quiet, he continued. "I was sent by my father, the King, to find the Briefs scientist and bring him back to Vegetasei. Obviously, I found you, and so, I am to present you to the King when I return."
"Well, why the hell were you looking for me, or my father, anyway? Couldn't you have got a scientist from your own damn planet?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes, not really wanting to explain everything to the woman. But it looked like she wouldn't leave him alone until he did. "Science isn't something we thrive on on Vegetasei. We're warriors, therefore, we gather scientists and such from other planets. It seems that humans may not be strong, but some have very high intelligence and skill levels. Therefore, my planet-purging mission to Earth was the perfect excuse to find the best scientist. That turned out to be you."
Bulma grinned. Of course, she'd surpassed her father in science a long time ago. She probably even was the best scientist on Earth.
"But," Vegeta continued, breaking Bulma's thoughts. "No one must find out that you are a scientist. Therefore, to everyone else, you are my slave. Got that?" Bulma pulled a confused face and frowned.
"Why not? Oh I get it, you're too ashamed of the fact that the Saiyans on your planet are so damn dumb! Well tough luck bud! You can't just kidnap people just because you're all too damn thick! Now, I want to go home, NOW!" For a moment, Bulma thought he was going to strike her again, but his angry expression suddenly changed into a mocking expression. Vegeta then burst out laughing in a patronising manner, scaring Bulma slightly. "You're insane!" She insulted, causing him to laugh even more. "A psycho! You need to be locked up!"
"Oh really?" He stopped laughing and stared Bulma in the eye. "And why do I need to be 'locked up?' Do I scare you? Or do I entice you? Or both?" he began to laugh again from her terrified facial expression, and she leapt off the bed suddenly. "Where are you going now woman? There is no escape, so don't even try!" Bulma didn't care; she HAD to get out of there. Frantically, she typed in various codes into the keypad, though none of them worked. Suddenly, Vegeta's hand hit the side of her, and she turned round to see him standing dangerously close behind her. Bulma panicked and backed up against the door as far as she could. She hadn't even heard him get up. "Are you deaf woman? I thought scientists were clever? I already told you, there is no escape. Right now, we are miles away from Earth and in the depths of space. Besides, no slave of mine has EVER escaped."
"What suddenly makes me your slave? I thought you needed a scientist. Don't I get privileges?" Vegeta smirked at Bulma's naiveness, of course, she was an alien to his culture, just as he was almost to hers.
"It is a privilege to be my slave. So just deal with it. You don't want to cause suspicion on the ship now do you?" Bulma shifted, 'why is he still cornering me?' His masculine musky scent was intoxicatingly refreshing, that, and the annoying fact that he'd just showed which brought out his scent even more so with the addition of shampoos.
"And how am I doing that oh mighty prince." He turned serious as she mocked him, and suddenly leaned in closer so that he could capture more of her scent.
"You just gave yourself an example. You are to respect me and the ground I walk on. As my slave your only use in life is to make me happy and follow my orders, and mine alone." Bulma nearly threw up and leaned closer to make her words sound more dramatic and poignant.
"I'd rather die!" Vegeta grinned; he had her right where he wanted her, or so he thought.
"So be it," Bulma gulped as he stepped back slightly, but only to form a powerful ball of ki in his right hand. Bulma could feel the heat radiating from the ball of bright light, but embraced it. Part of her wanted to die, and she wanted to appear strong in her last few moments of life. Vegeta watched as she closed her eyes and waited for him to end her life, and he briefly faltered. 'Why isn't she begging me for her life?' He hadn't wanted to kill her at all, just scare her into her place, and maybe have some fun while he was at it. But she was ready to die there and then by his hand. 'It seems I underestimated this rare exotic beauty,' he told himself, and diminished the ki ball as quickly as he'd formed it. Bulma felt the room go cold again and opened one eye to see her 'master' still standing there, but without his ki ball of death. She only had one question on her mind, but the situation suddenly made her feel light headed. She's nearly died, and she wished that she had. The fact that she hadn't was a disappointing revelation, one that her mind didn't want to deal with right now, or even at all. Blackness suddenly engulfed her as her knees buckled, but she was too unconscious to feel the welcoming arms of a certain Saiyan prince break her fall.
"Pathetic," he muttered to himself as he placed her once again on his bed. Of course, he was lying to himself. Vegeta secretly admired her strength to accept death. He'd come across many who would beg for their lives, and very few who accepted the fact that they were too weak to save themselves, and therefore, welcomed the end of their existence. She had been one of those few, a quality that he never thought she would have. Vegeta looked down at the sleeping scientist, noticing a stray strand of hair over her face. He brushed it aside; placing it behind her ear, then shook his head. "Emotions are full weaklings, I must not let this pathetic 'heat' phase and 'hormones' interrupt my training to become the ultimate warrior." But he couldn't help feel some attraction to her, that was something he would always feel, and would never be able to escape, not matter how hard he tried. Once again, he needed yet another spar to clear his head, and maybe another cold shower too.
~Meanwhile~
General Kakarrot watched as Jixal eliminated 5 more rebels. They'd already exterminated the former leaders of Earth, and were now dealing with the last of the rebels. Vegeta had abandoned them on earth 3hours ago, and Kakarrot was starting to get homesick at the thought of staying on earth for too long. 'I'm a general,' he told himself as Jixal made an example of the last rebel to the passers by. 'I shouldn't have to remain here; I'm not even needed. Jixal and Brax seem to be handling things okay.' He pouted and sat down, folding his arms. 'This isn't fair. I always get the lowest rate missions.' Brax suddenly stepped forward trying to keep his hold on a young woman who was struggling with force and yelling at the top of her lungs.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK! I HAVE RIGHTS YOU KNOW! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, MY FATHER IS THE GREAT OX-KING!" Brax began to laugh, sending chills down his captive's spine. His laugh came from deep within his throat, which made it echo in its' loudness.
"Your father is dead, wench, and you will be too." She once again started to struggle, her ebony hair flying everywhere. Kakarrot stood up, slightly intrigued by the young girl.
"What's the meaning of this Brax?" The bulky 6`3" Saiyan turned to the Saiyan who was in charge and saluted him with his spare hand.
"General, I found this one trying to steal our food supplies."
"WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT YOU MONSTER! WE'RE HUMAN, WE NEED TO EAT!" Her voice hurt his ears for the last time, so he stuck her, sending her to the ground in a heap. However, no sooner as he had, Kakarrot grabbed the hand, which Brax had struck the girl with.
"I'll take it from here Brax." The Saiyan grinned and looked at the girl, then back at the general.
"Of course sir, I'm sure you will." Kakarrot watched as Brax flew off once again, then glanced at the girl. She was knocked out cold, but at least she'd calmed down. 'So, it seems things are started to get more interesting than I thought they would.'
With that, he picked the girl up into his strong, protective, and war- scarred arms, and flew up to his temporary apartment.
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz or the characters, blah blah blah..
A.N: I now this is a really typically storyline, yada yada ya. But I love this dbz couple, and I think it's one of the most interesting storylines (that's probably y it's so popular.) So I hope that this 1 is somehow original, & plz review!
Last time: Yamcha died, boohoo (heh like ne1 cares) & Vegeta found the Briefs scientist he was looking for.
Oh, and ".." Is a conversation.
'...' is the characters thoughts. This chapters a little shorter than the last, but I guess that's ok, well, it's gonna have to be. I dunno about the Kakarrot part, what do u think? OK, I'll shut up now. Til next time!
Chapter 2: A Mistake?
The Journey was short, but it seemed like ages, especially after been carried upside down for 15minutes. Vegeta finally landed outside a huge white ship, and the entrance opened up for him as he landed. Within seconds, Bulma found herself being carried inside the ship, and the door closed behind her, engulfing them in darkness. Finally, they approached some lights, and Vegeta finally placed Bulma onto her feet. She felt extremely dizzy, but still had her feisty temper.
"Asshole!" She shouted at Vegeta, and he turned to face her, not amused.
"Listen, woman!" He growled, gripping her wrist tightly. "You belong to me now, and you will speak when spoken to. That doesn't mean hurling insults at me either! You are to respect me as your master and as your Prince. I will not tolerate your attitude problem."
"Hmph," Bulma stuck her nose in the air and closed her eyes, struggling to break Vegeta's tight grip on her wrist. "I don't know who you think you are expecting me to treat me like your 'master!' Because there's no way that-"
"SILENCE!!" His loud voice echoed through the corridor and her lips clasped shut. "You will learn respect, one way," he grinned, sending chills down her body. "Or another." With that, he tapped in a code into the nearest door, and practically threw Bulma inside. Before she had a chance, the door had slammed shut behind her, and she was alone.
"OPEN THE DOOR YOU BASTARD!" She yelled as she banged her fists on the metal door, bruising them slightly. "FINE! FUCK YOU!" She moved away from the door, muttering to herself as she surveyed the room. "Ignorant screwball, if he thinks for one...huh?" The room she had been confined in appeared to be a bedroom, a master bedroom from the looks of it. It screamed out masculine, bachelor, and sex in particular from the deep purple, maroon, and black colour code. However, it was quite organised and neat, with everything put in its place tidily. Bulma snickered to herself as evil thoughts went through her head. If it was one thing she hated, then it would be someone messing up her extremely tidy bedroom at home. 'Home,' she suddenly thought. 'I miss it already. Maybe this is just some bad dream, and I'll wake up soon. Oh well, best make the most of it."
Meanwhile, Vegeta stood on the bridge with Zarbon, talking to Frieza on the intercom. "Tell me about your mission Vegeta, Zarbon tells me it was a success."
"It was too easy," Vegeta replied with a harrumph. "I don't know why you even bothered with those pathetic humans, they're useless."
"What's this I hear about a woman?" Frieza did not look impressed, which satisfied Vegeta to see him so aggravated. However, his father's plans were to be kept secret.
"Just a little slave I acquired. I'm taking a few humans back to Vegetasei for the slave trade, if, that's not a problem?"
"Not at all Vegeta," Frieza remained expressionless even though Vegeta's sarcasm was clearly evident. "Just remember that though they belong to you, you belong to me, and therefore everything you own also belongs to me. Have a nice journey Vegeta." He smirked as he disconnected, leaving a scowling Vegeta and a smug Zarbon.
"What are you smiling at?" Vegeta demanded to know, making Zarbon's smirk widen. "You belong to Frieza too, so don't think you're high and mighty."
"We may both belong to Frieza, but I still surpass you in power. So I think that qualifies for me being more high and mighty than you'll ever be." He folded his arms and leaned against the control panel, agitating Vegeta even more.
"At least I'll have a fuck tonight, while you can just lie there alone like the loser that you are. You may have power, but I still have more brains. Sweet dreams." Vegeta smirked and left on that last note, making Zarbon scowl.
"You haven't won yet Vegeta, not by a long shot."
Vegeta was extremely chuffed with himself, and puffed his chest out at the little verbal contest, which he had just won. However, now he had to somehow explain to the woman the situation, and find out if she really was the Briefs scientist. 'Well, if she isn't, then I still win. Father will just have to do without his master plan." He smirked as he tapped the door code into the electronic panel, but gasped in horror at the sight he saw as the door slid open. His clothes were everywhere; on his double bed, on the floor, thrown up onto the lights, and scattered on furniture. The bed quilts and sheets were ripped from the bed and thrown onto the floor also. Finally, the cupboard doors were open, and anything in them had been tossed out, leaving massaging creams and his collection of various herbal lotions spilled everywhere. Anger flared on Vegeta's face as he realised that his ensuite bathroom door was shut tight.
Bulma heard the main door open and began to shake. She had already realised that her actions had been a little childish and stupid. Her hiding place wasn't exactly too clever either. Her theory came true suddenly, as the bathroom door was blasted open, and in stepped the almighty prince.
"Get up!" He ordered, trying to keep his anger to a minimum, and when she hesitated, he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her onto her feet. Bulma struggled and screamed as Vegeta literally dragged her into the main bedroom and flung her onto the floor roughly. She yelped as the carpet burned her elbows, and sat up to see the Saiyan prince towering above her. "Now, seeing as you like to re-organise my room so much, you can re- organise it back to the way it was before!" Bulma narrowed her eyes and stuck her nose in the air with defiance.
"NO! IF YOU LIKE BEING TIDY THAT MUCH, THEN YOU RE-ORGANISE IT!"
His ears rung from her loud voice, and a growl began to get louder from the depths of his throat. "You have more bite then you have intelligence woman! I'm starting to wonder if you really are the scientist that you claimed to be!" Bulma folded her arms and stood up, no one accused her of being stupid!
"Listen you, you, YOU MONKEY FREAK! My father is the great doctor Briefs, and I am his equally great daughter! You can't find a better scientist then my family, SO WATCH YOUR BAD BREATHED MONKEY MOUTH!"
It was at that moment that Bulma felt something very hard hit her cheek, and as her head hit the floor, everything blacked out. "Stupid baka," Vegeta frowned at her limp body and calmer breathing. "No one insults me like that! But it seems my calculations were wrong and correct at the same time. I wonder if this is the right Briefs whom my father requested?" Vegeta sighed, his head hurt from her annoyingly loud and high-pitched voice. But he couldn't stand an untidy room, so he called another slave to tidy it for him. 'Hopefully the woman will be easier to negotiate with when she's calmer. Until then however," he picked up his communicator and ordered Nappa and Radditz, his two most trusted Saiyans, to meet him in the training room. 'I think I need to cool off myself."
The first thing Bulma felt when she woke up was a stinging sensation on her left cheek, an aching head, and a very stiff neck from how she'd been lying on the hard floor. The room spun round as she lifted herself up slowly into a sitting position, and found herself in a tidier version of Vegeta's room. The thought of him tidying it up brought a satisfied smile to her face, but then she realised he had most likely got someone else to do it for him.
"What a total asshole," she uttered in a groggy voice. "How dare he hit me! Just cause he's got nothing to say! All brawns and no brains, I hate that!" She sat down on his bed, and then fell backwards allowing her body to almost mould into the soft mattress as she relaxed. She didn't even notice the door open, and Vegeta gaped at the sight he saw as he entered his room. There she was, lying on his bed, and oblivious to everything around her. 'Of all the nerve!' Vegeta frowned. 'First she trashes the place, and then, she takes over my bed.' Of course, he wouldn't of minded if he was sharing the bed too, but he wasn't, and that was his point. The heat was getting to him, and Vegeta scowled as he sat down on his bed, disturbing Bulma's peaceful meditation. Her eyes immediately shot open as the bed lightly moved, and as she turned to see Vegeta staring down at her, she suddenly got up and moved to the other side of the bed.
"So, you finally decided to wake up." He was annoyingly calm and cocky as he sat there leaning against the wall with his muscular arms folded against his equally muscular chest.
"Thanks to you lashing out at me! That was uncalled for."
"And I see you've calmed down a little. Good. Now, are you ready to negotiate?" Bulma frowned and folded her arms, bringing Vegeta's attention to her bare, toned midriff.
"Negotiate what? Hopefully my room, because I'm not staying in here." He smirked, finding her attitude very amusing. Bulma, however, didn't.
"We'll discuss that later," he informed her with his trademark smirk. "But first, the reason why I brought you here." He paused to make sure she wasn't going to interrupt, and when she remained quiet, he continued. "I was sent by my father, the King, to find the Briefs scientist and bring him back to Vegetasei. Obviously, I found you, and so, I am to present you to the King when I return."
"Well, why the hell were you looking for me, or my father, anyway? Couldn't you have got a scientist from your own damn planet?"
Vegeta rolled his eyes, not really wanting to explain everything to the woman. But it looked like she wouldn't leave him alone until he did. "Science isn't something we thrive on on Vegetasei. We're warriors, therefore, we gather scientists and such from other planets. It seems that humans may not be strong, but some have very high intelligence and skill levels. Therefore, my planet-purging mission to Earth was the perfect excuse to find the best scientist. That turned out to be you."
Bulma grinned. Of course, she'd surpassed her father in science a long time ago. She probably even was the best scientist on Earth.
"But," Vegeta continued, breaking Bulma's thoughts. "No one must find out that you are a scientist. Therefore, to everyone else, you are my slave. Got that?" Bulma pulled a confused face and frowned.
"Why not? Oh I get it, you're too ashamed of the fact that the Saiyans on your planet are so damn dumb! Well tough luck bud! You can't just kidnap people just because you're all too damn thick! Now, I want to go home, NOW!" For a moment, Bulma thought he was going to strike her again, but his angry expression suddenly changed into a mocking expression. Vegeta then burst out laughing in a patronising manner, scaring Bulma slightly. "You're insane!" She insulted, causing him to laugh even more. "A psycho! You need to be locked up!"
"Oh really?" He stopped laughing and stared Bulma in the eye. "And why do I need to be 'locked up?' Do I scare you? Or do I entice you? Or both?" he began to laugh again from her terrified facial expression, and she leapt off the bed suddenly. "Where are you going now woman? There is no escape, so don't even try!" Bulma didn't care; she HAD to get out of there. Frantically, she typed in various codes into the keypad, though none of them worked. Suddenly, Vegeta's hand hit the side of her, and she turned round to see him standing dangerously close behind her. Bulma panicked and backed up against the door as far as she could. She hadn't even heard him get up. "Are you deaf woman? I thought scientists were clever? I already told you, there is no escape. Right now, we are miles away from Earth and in the depths of space. Besides, no slave of mine has EVER escaped."
"What suddenly makes me your slave? I thought you needed a scientist. Don't I get privileges?" Vegeta smirked at Bulma's naiveness, of course, she was an alien to his culture, just as he was almost to hers.
"It is a privilege to be my slave. So just deal with it. You don't want to cause suspicion on the ship now do you?" Bulma shifted, 'why is he still cornering me?' His masculine musky scent was intoxicatingly refreshing, that, and the annoying fact that he'd just showed which brought out his scent even more so with the addition of shampoos.
"And how am I doing that oh mighty prince." He turned serious as she mocked him, and suddenly leaned in closer so that he could capture more of her scent.
"You just gave yourself an example. You are to respect me and the ground I walk on. As my slave your only use in life is to make me happy and follow my orders, and mine alone." Bulma nearly threw up and leaned closer to make her words sound more dramatic and poignant.
"I'd rather die!" Vegeta grinned; he had her right where he wanted her, or so he thought.
"So be it," Bulma gulped as he stepped back slightly, but only to form a powerful ball of ki in his right hand. Bulma could feel the heat radiating from the ball of bright light, but embraced it. Part of her wanted to die, and she wanted to appear strong in her last few moments of life. Vegeta watched as she closed her eyes and waited for him to end her life, and he briefly faltered. 'Why isn't she begging me for her life?' He hadn't wanted to kill her at all, just scare her into her place, and maybe have some fun while he was at it. But she was ready to die there and then by his hand. 'It seems I underestimated this rare exotic beauty,' he told himself, and diminished the ki ball as quickly as he'd formed it. Bulma felt the room go cold again and opened one eye to see her 'master' still standing there, but without his ki ball of death. She only had one question on her mind, but the situation suddenly made her feel light headed. She's nearly died, and she wished that she had. The fact that she hadn't was a disappointing revelation, one that her mind didn't want to deal with right now, or even at all. Blackness suddenly engulfed her as her knees buckled, but she was too unconscious to feel the welcoming arms of a certain Saiyan prince break her fall.
"Pathetic," he muttered to himself as he placed her once again on his bed. Of course, he was lying to himself. Vegeta secretly admired her strength to accept death. He'd come across many who would beg for their lives, and very few who accepted the fact that they were too weak to save themselves, and therefore, welcomed the end of their existence. She had been one of those few, a quality that he never thought she would have. Vegeta looked down at the sleeping scientist, noticing a stray strand of hair over her face. He brushed it aside; placing it behind her ear, then shook his head. "Emotions are full weaklings, I must not let this pathetic 'heat' phase and 'hormones' interrupt my training to become the ultimate warrior." But he couldn't help feel some attraction to her, that was something he would always feel, and would never be able to escape, not matter how hard he tried. Once again, he needed yet another spar to clear his head, and maybe another cold shower too.
~Meanwhile~
General Kakarrot watched as Jixal eliminated 5 more rebels. They'd already exterminated the former leaders of Earth, and were now dealing with the last of the rebels. Vegeta had abandoned them on earth 3hours ago, and Kakarrot was starting to get homesick at the thought of staying on earth for too long. 'I'm a general,' he told himself as Jixal made an example of the last rebel to the passers by. 'I shouldn't have to remain here; I'm not even needed. Jixal and Brax seem to be handling things okay.' He pouted and sat down, folding his arms. 'This isn't fair. I always get the lowest rate missions.' Brax suddenly stepped forward trying to keep his hold on a young woman who was struggling with force and yelling at the top of her lungs.
"LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK! I HAVE RIGHTS YOU KNOW! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME, MY FATHER IS THE GREAT OX-KING!" Brax began to laugh, sending chills down his captive's spine. His laugh came from deep within his throat, which made it echo in its' loudness.
"Your father is dead, wench, and you will be too." She once again started to struggle, her ebony hair flying everywhere. Kakarrot stood up, slightly intrigued by the young girl.
"What's the meaning of this Brax?" The bulky 6`3" Saiyan turned to the Saiyan who was in charge and saluted him with his spare hand.
"General, I found this one trying to steal our food supplies."
"WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT YOU MONSTER! WE'RE HUMAN, WE NEED TO EAT!" Her voice hurt his ears for the last time, so he stuck her, sending her to the ground in a heap. However, no sooner as he had, Kakarrot grabbed the hand, which Brax had struck the girl with.
"I'll take it from here Brax." The Saiyan grinned and looked at the girl, then back at the general.
"Of course sir, I'm sure you will." Kakarrot watched as Brax flew off once again, then glanced at the girl. She was knocked out cold, but at least she'd calmed down. 'So, it seems things are started to get more interesting than I thought they would.'
With that, he picked the girl up into his strong, protective, and war- scarred arms, and flew up to his temporary apartment.