Scientific Journey: Bulma's Story:
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz blah blah no need to rub it in! But I'm happy to say that I'm claiming my own character-Ajax so nah nah nah nah nah! :P
A.N. Finally approaching Vegetasei (cos I can't be bothered to write chapters 7 chapters set on the spaceship..it's just boring) Vegeta's off heat, so have his feelings changed? You'll just have to wait and see... Last time: Bulma & Vegeta finally came to a compromise after one chaotic morning.
Chapter 4: All hail the King!
Temporary life on the spacecraft was, well, not brilliant, but at least it was better than before. So far, Bulma and Vegeta's little 'talk' seemed to have worked. Bulma had been allowed access around the ship, escorted by either Nappa or Radditz of course, and she found that it wasn't so interesting afterall. The technology was pretty high-tech, but if she had the chance, she knew that she could've improved many things on the ship. Making it a little faster would've been her top priority. She'd been stuck on the ship for 5days, so it seemed like it was taking forever to reach Vegetasei. She only saw Vegeta in the morning, around lunchtime sometimes, and in the evening. Of course, it was kind of a good thing, but then again, she needed a little company sometimes, and even Vegeta would do. In her case, that was saying something.
Bulma suddenly woke up to feel the whole room shaking, infact; the whole ship ship was shaking! There was a loud buzzing noise and the lights began to flicker on and off. Vegeta, however, was sleeping like a baby with his back to her. However, that didn't stop his tail from affectionately securing itself around Bulma's upper thigh. She'd discovered many times that Vegeta's tail had a mind of it's own, or so she thought. She'd nearly screamed the first time she found it wrapped around her small waist, and Vegeta had not been too pleased either, especially from her constant yanking of his tail as she'd tried to pry it off her. He'd then explained in-between yet another argument that his tail was very 'sensitive,' to touch. Bulma merely sighed and began to very carefully try to unravel it with great difficulty; eventually giving up after realising that it was impossible to break its tight hold on her. However, even though she'd been careful, she had still managed to wake Vegeta, and he rolled over, opening one eye to stare at her.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my tail woman!" It was more of a statement than a question, and Bulma folded her arms as she looked down at the frowning Saiyan from her sitting up position.
"Well then tell your tail not to latch itself onto me! Besides, we've got bigger problems. I think the ship's breaking apart." Vegeta had hardly realised that the ship was shaking; he was so used to it by now, but found her calm 'humour' amusing.
"I'm guessing that you're mistaking a perfectly normal landing as a problem? Foolish woman, go back to sleep." He closed his eye and rolled onto his back, yanking the quilt a little too hard. Bulma realised that only half of her body was now covered, and she rolled onto her side, pulling the quilt so that it covered her completely. Vegeta felt the cold air hit his bare leg, and opened his eyes; yanking the quilt so much that it hardly covered Bulma at all. He smirked and rolled over, taking the quilt with him and sandwiching it between the mattress and his body. Bulma began to shake as she felt the cold air hit her skin, and frowned, tired of Vegeta's little game. His tail was conveniently exposed, and she gave it a quick yank. Vegeta immediately sat up after yelping, bringing a smile to Bulma's face as she pulled the quilt over to cover her fully, gripping it firmly.
"Too bad Vegeta, you should know by now that I always win!" She chuckled to herself, and Vegeta grinned.
'So, the woman wants to play rough does she?" He grabbed hold of the quilt and pulled it, taking Bulma with it since she was holding on so tightly. Bulma yelped as she rolled over with the quilt, and banged into something hard, stopping her from rolling anymore. She squirmed as she realised that she was too close to Vegeta and his muscular chest for comfort, and tried to get away, only to find as she struggled that the quilt was making her escape more difficult. Vegeta chuckled as she struggled to get away from him; deviously holding most of the quilt so that it tightly secured her next to him.
"You amuse me woman. Now, I'm going back to sleep, so would you mind not kicking and punching me?"
"I'm trying to get out of this blasted quilt asshole! I'm stuck!"
"Shut up and go to sleep, the change in gravity will eventually knock you out anyway."
"WHAT! WHEN?" He frowned and looked around at the still shaking room.
"Hmm, I'd say around, now." Bulma suddenly felt something pull her downwards, and she was flattened against the mattress.
"Vegeta..can't..BREATHE!" She gasped for air, but he ignored her, closing her eyes and enjoying their close proximity.
"So go to sleep. You'll get used to it, eventually." For once she did what he said; she didn't really have much choice, and sleep soon engulfed her, taking her once again to dream world.
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Frieza watched from his observation tower on Vegetasei as Vegeta's ship finally came into view in the sky. "So, my little Vegeta has finally returned. Dodoria!" A very fat pink alien walked towards Frieza from the doorway and bowed before he stood to attention.
"Yes Lord Frieza?" Frieza sneered at the alien; most of his henchmen were very good looking, but Dodoria lacked beauty of any kind, even to his own race.
"You really should cut down on those midnight snacks Dodoria, or else I may have to replace you." Frieza's insultive tone ripped right through Dodoria, and he bowed his head, partly out of respect, and partly because he was ashamed. "Now, I want you to bring my newest little pet to me. Do you think you can manage that without screwing up?"
"Yes Lord Frieza, I will right away."
"Good." Dodoria immediately left and soon returned followed by a Saiyan who possessed the beauty and magnificence that Dodoria lacked.
"You wanted to see me Lord Frieza?" Frieza smiled and sent Dodoria out.
"I have a very important new job for you Ajax, and since I can trust you, I'm sure you will be very successful."
"Of course Lord Frieza, I live to serve you and only you." Frieza grinned, his tail swinging behind him with contentment.
"The little Saiyan Prince seemed a little too confident earlier; he must be up to something with that dratted father of his. I know how much you despise the Royal family of Vegetasei, but there is a very big reward for you involved in the mission, IF you do it right."
"What do I have to do?" Frieza smiled, he had him wrapped around his little finger, as usual.
"Listen very carefully."
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King Vegeta sat proudly on his throne as his son entered followed by one of the most beautiful women the King had ever seen. His son bowed and nudged the woman, who curtsied elegantly, bringing a deep grin to the King's face. 'Well well, the brat has much better taste than I thought.' Vegeta caught his father staring at Bulma and pulled her close to him, noticing his father's eyes twitch and his son's possessiveness. Bulma didn't have the strength to protest however. After literally being dragged out of bed and carried to the throne room all the way from the ship under a heavy gravitational force, she didn't have the strength to frown, never mind speak.
"Father," Vegeta cringed at calling the King that, he wasn't worthy of the name. However, until he became King, he had to respect the Royal bloodline and greet them accordingly. "I have brought the scientist, as requested." He spoke quietly, and King Vegeta nodded to his guards at the door, signalling for them to leave. Since Frieza had arrived, the Royal bloodline of Vegetasei could trust no one.
"You bring me a woman? Don't make me laugh boy, I asked for a scientist, not a concubine."
"More fool you then father; her name is Bulma Briefs. Does that prove enough?" The king frowned at his son for his patronising and competent attitude.
"One can easily lie about their name. I want proper proof. Come closer woman." Bulma managed to frown, 'so the arrogance runs in the family, should've guessed.' But she couldn't be bothered to argue with Vegeta's 'pain in the ass' of a father, and stepped closer. Vegeta watched with agitation as the king's eyes surveyed her, grinning as he did so. However, he could very faintly but surely smell his son's scent on her, and knew that his son must've spent a lot of time within the woman's proximity. "I'm going to set you a task woman, do you think your pitiful brain can handle that?" She frowned at him, who was he to insult her without even knowing her? Her intelligence could probably surpass his three times over.
"Of course." Vegeta grinned, hoping that she wasn't bluffing. He longed to see a human woman surpass his father, especially this human woman in particular.
"I want you to design a training facility, one that would increase one's strength incredibly. You have two months. If I see you slacking, I'll make that one. None must know about it either. Does your puny little brain comprehend that?"
"No, I need you to translate to baby talk. Of course I understand." King Vegeta raised his nose in the air with approval of her Saiyan like spirit. 'The woman has guts, but if she doesn't complete this task, then she's mine.' He smiled at the thought of claiming her as his. Of course, he'd vowed to never take a mate, but that didn't mean he couldn't get his use out of her. He watched as Vegeta led her out of the room and narrowed his eyes. 'Yes boy, enjoy her company for as long as you can. Once she's failed the task, she's mine.'
Vegeta slammed the throne room door shut and took hold of Bulma's wrist, leading her through long corridors and up large staircases and lifts. He hated his father, and any conversation he had with him usually ended up in him despising him even more. Up until Vegeta was five years of age, his father hadn't been such of an annoyance. However, after that, the King began to envy his son for spending so much time with his mother, making him feel that his Queen loved his son more than him. So he began to despise his son, and the feeling became mutual. Vegeta shook the childhood thoughts once again from his head, and finally opened a large door guarded by two elite Saiyans. He let go of Bulma once the door shut behind them, allowing her to collapse onto the bed with exhaustion while he headed directly for a cold shower. Every muscle ached, and Bulma wished she could get a massage or something. 'I'm a scientist; I should be treated with at least some respect considering they lack them here. Hey, I should be treated like a Royal dammit! And right now, I'm in desperate need of a massage. Hmmm, desperate times call for desperate measures.' She shuddered at her own thoughts, and grinned maliciously. 'But it will be very interesting to see how he reacts heheh.'
Vegeta finally emerged from the bathroom 10minutes later, a short black towel wrapped around his lower waist to just about show his pelvic bone. He found Bulma lying on his bed on her stomach kicking the air with her feet.
"Vegeeeeeta," she almost purred his name, sending chills down his spine. "I really need a massage. All of my muscles are aching like hell." He scowled and folded his arms, although the invitation was tempting.
"I'm not your servant, woman." She stared at him with pleading eyes and smiled innocently.
"I never said that I wanted you to. I can't possibly be expected to work in these conditions though. I need clothes, paper, a lab would be nice too."
"We have all of that here already baka." He was getting agitated with her feet swinging through the air, and was starting to loose control of himself. Bulma noticed him moving closer towards the bed and rolled over onto her back, sprawling out across the double bed as she stretched like a cat. She closed her eyes and secretly smiled as she felt the bed give way to Vegeta's weight as he sat down. However, his next actions made her jump out of her skin as she felt the lightest touch on her feet followed by a slow kneading motion. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped from he lips, and Vegeta grinned at the effect his ministrations were having on her.
"I thought you were a warrior Vegeta," she breathed in deeply as he pressed harder on the middle of her foot and he smirked.
"Warriors are skillfull with their hands, and this is very good exercise for them."
"I bet it is." She hadn't expected him to actually give her the massage, not that she was complaining. He hadn't lasted as long as Yamcha, who gave the worst massages ever and always wanted a reward afterwards. But Bulma brushed the thought of Yamcha aside; at this moment, there was no competition between Yamcha and Vegeta, the winner was obvious. Vegeta had switched to the other foot and was moving up to her ankle and further north to her calf muscles. Bulma was in heaven. 'If only I'd asked him sooner! I've got him wrapped round my little finger now, just as planned. But I wonder how far he's gonna go with this? Is he just teasing me? Does he know what I'm up to? Nah, that baka wouldn't see my plans even if they hit him in the face.'
Vegeta however suddenly stopped as there was a knock at the door, much to Bulma's annoyance, and she moaned with protest. "I was enjoying that! Tell whoever it is to go away."
'Hmph, I bet she was enjoying that. I really am a woman magnet, and a genius to boost.' He chuckled to himself and at the affect he'd had on Bulma. The door then opened and Bulma managed to sit up to see a very good- looking, well-built Saiyan walk into the room. He bowed to Vegeta from the hips, keeping his arms to his sides, and Vegeta frowned, folding his arms.
"And what do you want Ajax?" The Saiyan with short cut black hair presented a white envelop with the Royal seal stamped onto it, and a parcel.
"Orders from his majesty to hand this to you." Vegeta snatched the envelope and parcel, and then frowned at Ajax; he had never liked or trusted the Saiyan and therefore inspected the envelope's seal to see that it was still intact. He then inspected the parcel, which had not been opened either.
"Good, you may go now." Ajax took his leave after a lingering stare at Bulma, much to Vegeta's annoyance. 'I'm going to have to keep a watchful eye on the woman it seems.' He tore the envelope open to find a silver key with a ruby at the top that was fastened to a silver chain. There was a note which simply read: 'Lab key', so he handed it to Bulma who examined it. "Keep that fastened at your neck at all times, and let none know what it is." Bulma nodded and immediately fastened the clip and the back of her neck, and the ruby key hung low to above her navel. Vegeta then found that the parcel contained the standard blue work overalls for Bulma's use in the lab. He threw them over to her, then stood up, their previous intimate moment ruined. "I'm going to train." Bulma glared at him and put the work clothes down.
"Can I come with you? I need to see the training room."
"Fine, but first." He walked over to one of the built in drawers in the walls and pulled out some material which he threw over to Bulma. He then went back into the bathroom to get changed into training gear, leaving Bulma to inspect the material. It was undyed pure cotton and she folded it out to see that it was a dress of some sort. She quickly got changed into it, discarding her clothes onto a heap on the black marble floor. There were no sleeves, and the square neckline came to about an inch below the collarbone. It was medium sized and therefore hung loosely from her curves. However, it was moderately short; coming to her mid thighs where the cotton was frayed and cut jaggedly. All in all, it was a pretty ugly and cheap dress, and Bulma realised probably only the lowest of all classes wore it; slaves. Bulma then heard the bathroom door open and turned around to see Vegeta walking towards her. He circled her, and she folded her arms as he did so, wondering why he was smirking.
'Probably laughing at how bad I look in this outfit. Note to self: demand better clothes.' Vegeta took one last look, then walked ahead towards the door, turning back to see Bulma hesitantly following.
'So, not surprisingly she can even make the best out of a slave outfit. Maybe I should make the most out of this and just give her concubine clothing. That way, we'll both be happy.'
The training section was probably the largest area in the whole palace, consisting of outdoor and indoor areas. Bulma watched as two Saiyans sparred in a grassy field, firing energy blasts at each other, which destroyed the large space around them. Two more sparred in the next field, and three sparred on a concrete tiled square arena. It was cloudy but mild, and Vegeta typed in a door code for the large indoor section situated in a separate building at the back of the palace. The electronic door slid open, and the smell of sweat hit Bulma's nose as she followed Vegeta inside. There was a long white corridor filled with doors opposite each other. As they passed each door, Bulma could hear yells and screams. Finally, Vegeta opened door number 15 by entering another code, and the door opened to reveal a completely white room. The floor was tiled, and two Saiyans were already sparring inside. However, they immediately stopped when Vegeta entered the room and bowed with respect. Bulma recognised them as her escorts on the ship; Nappa, and Radditz. They looked at her with puzzled expressions, which Vegeta took note of.
"She's just here to inspect the training room." The two Saiyans nodded; they'd remembered how eager Bulma had been to inspect the ship. "So this is a ki free spar, I don't want one of you bakas to aim wrong and hit her instead, understood?" They nodded yet again and Vegeta began to stretch out his muscles. Bulma, feeling very out of place, laughed nervously in the silent room.
"I guess I'll get to it then shall I?" There was no response, so she gingerly and slowly walked around the room. The 4 white walls were heavily dented in different sizes, and closer up she could see that they were stained in certain spots with dried blood. Bulma hurt her neck as she looked up to see the highest ceiling ever, and then heard the battle commence behind her. Curiosity took over her, and she turned around to see a 2-on 1 battle; Nappa and Radditz versus Vegeta. However, that was no problem for the Saiyan Prince, who constantly swatted his opponents away like flies. Bulma knew he was strong, but not THIS strong. She watched the reflexes of his muscles in awe, not able to take her eyes off him as he dodged yet another of Radditz's weak attack and smirked as he kicked him in the face, sending him flying into a wall to the side of Bulma. It was then that he caught her staring at him, resulting in Nappa's fist connecting with his cheek. Bulma quickly looked away so as not to distract him again, and took down mental notes of the room.
'I don't even know where to start with this training room; I know nothing about these stupid Saiyans!'
She watched as Radditz managed to get up, a new large dent in the wall where he'd crashed. He wiped his now bleeding nose and flew over to aid Nappa, who was being pummelled by Vegeta's combos.
'Hmm, I wonder if they have any machines here like you'd find in a gym back home?' She then laughed at herself and erased that thought. 'Bulma you baka! Machines wouldn't last 2seconds against these guys! Think, think! What would make them stronger apart from fighting each other?' She sat down in a corner, racking her brains out to think of a solution as the spar continued infront of her. 'This is useless; I need stats and information. Stupid King. He could've given me a better briefing! No, he's more determined to make a fool out of me. Well no one makes a fool out of Bulma Briefs! I'll show him. You too Vegeta.' She looked up to see Vegeta standing in the middle of the room, looking down at Nappa and Radditz, who were both out cold on the floor.
"Getting better," he said to their unconscious minds. "I think this time you both lasted longer than 10minutes, but you still need to improve." He then turned to look at Bulma, who was still sitting in the corner. She too looked unconscious, but with open eyes. He walked over to her still body and waved a hand infront of her face. She blinked several times from her blanked out state and looked up to see Vegeta's momentary concerned frown suddenly disappear into his usual serious expression. "Woman, we're going."
It was sunset, and the large dinner banquet was served in the equally large banquet hall. It was a private meal however, so the room was very empty as only the King, a few elite guards, Vegeta, and Bulma sat at the long table covered in a white cloth and on top of that, golden cutlery and plates filled with different foods, the majority being meat and very large potatoes, about three times as big as those found on Earth. Bulma watched as the Saiyans filled their mouths with food in-between conversation, and kept her eyes away from the King, who she'd caught glaring at her more than once from the end of the table. Vegeta was silent however, and kept his focus on the food on his plate. The elite soldiers were puzzled, firstly with the fact that a slave girl was allowed to eat at the same table as them, but they didn't mention anything at the table considering she had arrived with the Prince. Nothing was said against the Royal family or their possessions; and that included their slaves. Secondly, the slave girl was writing on a napkin, mumbling to herself quietly and scribbling out what she had written now and again. Once again, they kept their opinions to themselves. The King however, watched with interest as Bulma wrote down various numeral equations, which he couldn't even begin to comprehend, nor did he want to.
'So, it seems I'll be on my way to becoming the strongest in the universe sooner than I had planned.' He glanced at his silent son and narrowed his eyes. 'I wonder how strong the brat is? All he does it train all day, but he can't be stronger than me. He must take after his pathetic mother. Still, the day I set him firmly in his place will be a day for celebration. Thanks to Frieza, he's been allowed to wander from my sight. First, I'll deal with Frieza, then, I'll deal with the boy. Maybe I should've killed him while I had the chance. Damn you Laneya, even in death, you still manage to haunt me. But don't worry, your son will soon be joining you.' He grinned at the thought of finally dealing with his son. 'Oh yes, that boy will wish he had never been born once I'm done with him.'
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz blah blah no need to rub it in! But I'm happy to say that I'm claiming my own character-Ajax so nah nah nah nah nah! :P
A.N. Finally approaching Vegetasei (cos I can't be bothered to write chapters 7 chapters set on the spaceship..it's just boring) Vegeta's off heat, so have his feelings changed? You'll just have to wait and see... Last time: Bulma & Vegeta finally came to a compromise after one chaotic morning.
Chapter 4: All hail the King!
Temporary life on the spacecraft was, well, not brilliant, but at least it was better than before. So far, Bulma and Vegeta's little 'talk' seemed to have worked. Bulma had been allowed access around the ship, escorted by either Nappa or Radditz of course, and she found that it wasn't so interesting afterall. The technology was pretty high-tech, but if she had the chance, she knew that she could've improved many things on the ship. Making it a little faster would've been her top priority. She'd been stuck on the ship for 5days, so it seemed like it was taking forever to reach Vegetasei. She only saw Vegeta in the morning, around lunchtime sometimes, and in the evening. Of course, it was kind of a good thing, but then again, she needed a little company sometimes, and even Vegeta would do. In her case, that was saying something.
Bulma suddenly woke up to feel the whole room shaking, infact; the whole ship ship was shaking! There was a loud buzzing noise and the lights began to flicker on and off. Vegeta, however, was sleeping like a baby with his back to her. However, that didn't stop his tail from affectionately securing itself around Bulma's upper thigh. She'd discovered many times that Vegeta's tail had a mind of it's own, or so she thought. She'd nearly screamed the first time she found it wrapped around her small waist, and Vegeta had not been too pleased either, especially from her constant yanking of his tail as she'd tried to pry it off her. He'd then explained in-between yet another argument that his tail was very 'sensitive,' to touch. Bulma merely sighed and began to very carefully try to unravel it with great difficulty; eventually giving up after realising that it was impossible to break its tight hold on her. However, even though she'd been careful, she had still managed to wake Vegeta, and he rolled over, opening one eye to stare at her.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my tail woman!" It was more of a statement than a question, and Bulma folded her arms as she looked down at the frowning Saiyan from her sitting up position.
"Well then tell your tail not to latch itself onto me! Besides, we've got bigger problems. I think the ship's breaking apart." Vegeta had hardly realised that the ship was shaking; he was so used to it by now, but found her calm 'humour' amusing.
"I'm guessing that you're mistaking a perfectly normal landing as a problem? Foolish woman, go back to sleep." He closed his eye and rolled onto his back, yanking the quilt a little too hard. Bulma realised that only half of her body was now covered, and she rolled onto her side, pulling the quilt so that it covered her completely. Vegeta felt the cold air hit his bare leg, and opened his eyes; yanking the quilt so much that it hardly covered Bulma at all. He smirked and rolled over, taking the quilt with him and sandwiching it between the mattress and his body. Bulma began to shake as she felt the cold air hit her skin, and frowned, tired of Vegeta's little game. His tail was conveniently exposed, and she gave it a quick yank. Vegeta immediately sat up after yelping, bringing a smile to Bulma's face as she pulled the quilt over to cover her fully, gripping it firmly.
"Too bad Vegeta, you should know by now that I always win!" She chuckled to herself, and Vegeta grinned.
'So, the woman wants to play rough does she?" He grabbed hold of the quilt and pulled it, taking Bulma with it since she was holding on so tightly. Bulma yelped as she rolled over with the quilt, and banged into something hard, stopping her from rolling anymore. She squirmed as she realised that she was too close to Vegeta and his muscular chest for comfort, and tried to get away, only to find as she struggled that the quilt was making her escape more difficult. Vegeta chuckled as she struggled to get away from him; deviously holding most of the quilt so that it tightly secured her next to him.
"You amuse me woman. Now, I'm going back to sleep, so would you mind not kicking and punching me?"
"I'm trying to get out of this blasted quilt asshole! I'm stuck!"
"Shut up and go to sleep, the change in gravity will eventually knock you out anyway."
"WHAT! WHEN?" He frowned and looked around at the still shaking room.
"Hmm, I'd say around, now." Bulma suddenly felt something pull her downwards, and she was flattened against the mattress.
"Vegeta..can't..BREATHE!" She gasped for air, but he ignored her, closing her eyes and enjoying their close proximity.
"So go to sleep. You'll get used to it, eventually." For once she did what he said; she didn't really have much choice, and sleep soon engulfed her, taking her once again to dream world.
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Frieza watched from his observation tower on Vegetasei as Vegeta's ship finally came into view in the sky. "So, my little Vegeta has finally returned. Dodoria!" A very fat pink alien walked towards Frieza from the doorway and bowed before he stood to attention.
"Yes Lord Frieza?" Frieza sneered at the alien; most of his henchmen were very good looking, but Dodoria lacked beauty of any kind, even to his own race.
"You really should cut down on those midnight snacks Dodoria, or else I may have to replace you." Frieza's insultive tone ripped right through Dodoria, and he bowed his head, partly out of respect, and partly because he was ashamed. "Now, I want you to bring my newest little pet to me. Do you think you can manage that without screwing up?"
"Yes Lord Frieza, I will right away."
"Good." Dodoria immediately left and soon returned followed by a Saiyan who possessed the beauty and magnificence that Dodoria lacked.
"You wanted to see me Lord Frieza?" Frieza smiled and sent Dodoria out.
"I have a very important new job for you Ajax, and since I can trust you, I'm sure you will be very successful."
"Of course Lord Frieza, I live to serve you and only you." Frieza grinned, his tail swinging behind him with contentment.
"The little Saiyan Prince seemed a little too confident earlier; he must be up to something with that dratted father of his. I know how much you despise the Royal family of Vegetasei, but there is a very big reward for you involved in the mission, IF you do it right."
"What do I have to do?" Frieza smiled, he had him wrapped around his little finger, as usual.
"Listen very carefully."
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King Vegeta sat proudly on his throne as his son entered followed by one of the most beautiful women the King had ever seen. His son bowed and nudged the woman, who curtsied elegantly, bringing a deep grin to the King's face. 'Well well, the brat has much better taste than I thought.' Vegeta caught his father staring at Bulma and pulled her close to him, noticing his father's eyes twitch and his son's possessiveness. Bulma didn't have the strength to protest however. After literally being dragged out of bed and carried to the throne room all the way from the ship under a heavy gravitational force, she didn't have the strength to frown, never mind speak.
"Father," Vegeta cringed at calling the King that, he wasn't worthy of the name. However, until he became King, he had to respect the Royal bloodline and greet them accordingly. "I have brought the scientist, as requested." He spoke quietly, and King Vegeta nodded to his guards at the door, signalling for them to leave. Since Frieza had arrived, the Royal bloodline of Vegetasei could trust no one.
"You bring me a woman? Don't make me laugh boy, I asked for a scientist, not a concubine."
"More fool you then father; her name is Bulma Briefs. Does that prove enough?" The king frowned at his son for his patronising and competent attitude.
"One can easily lie about their name. I want proper proof. Come closer woman." Bulma managed to frown, 'so the arrogance runs in the family, should've guessed.' But she couldn't be bothered to argue with Vegeta's 'pain in the ass' of a father, and stepped closer. Vegeta watched with agitation as the king's eyes surveyed her, grinning as he did so. However, he could very faintly but surely smell his son's scent on her, and knew that his son must've spent a lot of time within the woman's proximity. "I'm going to set you a task woman, do you think your pitiful brain can handle that?" She frowned at him, who was he to insult her without even knowing her? Her intelligence could probably surpass his three times over.
"Of course." Vegeta grinned, hoping that she wasn't bluffing. He longed to see a human woman surpass his father, especially this human woman in particular.
"I want you to design a training facility, one that would increase one's strength incredibly. You have two months. If I see you slacking, I'll make that one. None must know about it either. Does your puny little brain comprehend that?"
"No, I need you to translate to baby talk. Of course I understand." King Vegeta raised his nose in the air with approval of her Saiyan like spirit. 'The woman has guts, but if she doesn't complete this task, then she's mine.' He smiled at the thought of claiming her as his. Of course, he'd vowed to never take a mate, but that didn't mean he couldn't get his use out of her. He watched as Vegeta led her out of the room and narrowed his eyes. 'Yes boy, enjoy her company for as long as you can. Once she's failed the task, she's mine.'
Vegeta slammed the throne room door shut and took hold of Bulma's wrist, leading her through long corridors and up large staircases and lifts. He hated his father, and any conversation he had with him usually ended up in him despising him even more. Up until Vegeta was five years of age, his father hadn't been such of an annoyance. However, after that, the King began to envy his son for spending so much time with his mother, making him feel that his Queen loved his son more than him. So he began to despise his son, and the feeling became mutual. Vegeta shook the childhood thoughts once again from his head, and finally opened a large door guarded by two elite Saiyans. He let go of Bulma once the door shut behind them, allowing her to collapse onto the bed with exhaustion while he headed directly for a cold shower. Every muscle ached, and Bulma wished she could get a massage or something. 'I'm a scientist; I should be treated with at least some respect considering they lack them here. Hey, I should be treated like a Royal dammit! And right now, I'm in desperate need of a massage. Hmmm, desperate times call for desperate measures.' She shuddered at her own thoughts, and grinned maliciously. 'But it will be very interesting to see how he reacts heheh.'
Vegeta finally emerged from the bathroom 10minutes later, a short black towel wrapped around his lower waist to just about show his pelvic bone. He found Bulma lying on his bed on her stomach kicking the air with her feet.
"Vegeeeeeta," she almost purred his name, sending chills down his spine. "I really need a massage. All of my muscles are aching like hell." He scowled and folded his arms, although the invitation was tempting.
"I'm not your servant, woman." She stared at him with pleading eyes and smiled innocently.
"I never said that I wanted you to. I can't possibly be expected to work in these conditions though. I need clothes, paper, a lab would be nice too."
"We have all of that here already baka." He was getting agitated with her feet swinging through the air, and was starting to loose control of himself. Bulma noticed him moving closer towards the bed and rolled over onto her back, sprawling out across the double bed as she stretched like a cat. She closed her eyes and secretly smiled as she felt the bed give way to Vegeta's weight as he sat down. However, his next actions made her jump out of her skin as she felt the lightest touch on her feet followed by a slow kneading motion. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped from he lips, and Vegeta grinned at the effect his ministrations were having on her.
"I thought you were a warrior Vegeta," she breathed in deeply as he pressed harder on the middle of her foot and he smirked.
"Warriors are skillfull with their hands, and this is very good exercise for them."
"I bet it is." She hadn't expected him to actually give her the massage, not that she was complaining. He hadn't lasted as long as Yamcha, who gave the worst massages ever and always wanted a reward afterwards. But Bulma brushed the thought of Yamcha aside; at this moment, there was no competition between Yamcha and Vegeta, the winner was obvious. Vegeta had switched to the other foot and was moving up to her ankle and further north to her calf muscles. Bulma was in heaven. 'If only I'd asked him sooner! I've got him wrapped round my little finger now, just as planned. But I wonder how far he's gonna go with this? Is he just teasing me? Does he know what I'm up to? Nah, that baka wouldn't see my plans even if they hit him in the face.'
Vegeta however suddenly stopped as there was a knock at the door, much to Bulma's annoyance, and she moaned with protest. "I was enjoying that! Tell whoever it is to go away."
'Hmph, I bet she was enjoying that. I really am a woman magnet, and a genius to boost.' He chuckled to himself and at the affect he'd had on Bulma. The door then opened and Bulma managed to sit up to see a very good- looking, well-built Saiyan walk into the room. He bowed to Vegeta from the hips, keeping his arms to his sides, and Vegeta frowned, folding his arms.
"And what do you want Ajax?" The Saiyan with short cut black hair presented a white envelop with the Royal seal stamped onto it, and a parcel.
"Orders from his majesty to hand this to you." Vegeta snatched the envelope and parcel, and then frowned at Ajax; he had never liked or trusted the Saiyan and therefore inspected the envelope's seal to see that it was still intact. He then inspected the parcel, which had not been opened either.
"Good, you may go now." Ajax took his leave after a lingering stare at Bulma, much to Vegeta's annoyance. 'I'm going to have to keep a watchful eye on the woman it seems.' He tore the envelope open to find a silver key with a ruby at the top that was fastened to a silver chain. There was a note which simply read: 'Lab key', so he handed it to Bulma who examined it. "Keep that fastened at your neck at all times, and let none know what it is." Bulma nodded and immediately fastened the clip and the back of her neck, and the ruby key hung low to above her navel. Vegeta then found that the parcel contained the standard blue work overalls for Bulma's use in the lab. He threw them over to her, then stood up, their previous intimate moment ruined. "I'm going to train." Bulma glared at him and put the work clothes down.
"Can I come with you? I need to see the training room."
"Fine, but first." He walked over to one of the built in drawers in the walls and pulled out some material which he threw over to Bulma. He then went back into the bathroom to get changed into training gear, leaving Bulma to inspect the material. It was undyed pure cotton and she folded it out to see that it was a dress of some sort. She quickly got changed into it, discarding her clothes onto a heap on the black marble floor. There were no sleeves, and the square neckline came to about an inch below the collarbone. It was medium sized and therefore hung loosely from her curves. However, it was moderately short; coming to her mid thighs where the cotton was frayed and cut jaggedly. All in all, it was a pretty ugly and cheap dress, and Bulma realised probably only the lowest of all classes wore it; slaves. Bulma then heard the bathroom door open and turned around to see Vegeta walking towards her. He circled her, and she folded her arms as he did so, wondering why he was smirking.
'Probably laughing at how bad I look in this outfit. Note to self: demand better clothes.' Vegeta took one last look, then walked ahead towards the door, turning back to see Bulma hesitantly following.
'So, not surprisingly she can even make the best out of a slave outfit. Maybe I should make the most out of this and just give her concubine clothing. That way, we'll both be happy.'
The training section was probably the largest area in the whole palace, consisting of outdoor and indoor areas. Bulma watched as two Saiyans sparred in a grassy field, firing energy blasts at each other, which destroyed the large space around them. Two more sparred in the next field, and three sparred on a concrete tiled square arena. It was cloudy but mild, and Vegeta typed in a door code for the large indoor section situated in a separate building at the back of the palace. The electronic door slid open, and the smell of sweat hit Bulma's nose as she followed Vegeta inside. There was a long white corridor filled with doors opposite each other. As they passed each door, Bulma could hear yells and screams. Finally, Vegeta opened door number 15 by entering another code, and the door opened to reveal a completely white room. The floor was tiled, and two Saiyans were already sparring inside. However, they immediately stopped when Vegeta entered the room and bowed with respect. Bulma recognised them as her escorts on the ship; Nappa, and Radditz. They looked at her with puzzled expressions, which Vegeta took note of.
"She's just here to inspect the training room." The two Saiyans nodded; they'd remembered how eager Bulma had been to inspect the ship. "So this is a ki free spar, I don't want one of you bakas to aim wrong and hit her instead, understood?" They nodded yet again and Vegeta began to stretch out his muscles. Bulma, feeling very out of place, laughed nervously in the silent room.
"I guess I'll get to it then shall I?" There was no response, so she gingerly and slowly walked around the room. The 4 white walls were heavily dented in different sizes, and closer up she could see that they were stained in certain spots with dried blood. Bulma hurt her neck as she looked up to see the highest ceiling ever, and then heard the battle commence behind her. Curiosity took over her, and she turned around to see a 2-on 1 battle; Nappa and Radditz versus Vegeta. However, that was no problem for the Saiyan Prince, who constantly swatted his opponents away like flies. Bulma knew he was strong, but not THIS strong. She watched the reflexes of his muscles in awe, not able to take her eyes off him as he dodged yet another of Radditz's weak attack and smirked as he kicked him in the face, sending him flying into a wall to the side of Bulma. It was then that he caught her staring at him, resulting in Nappa's fist connecting with his cheek. Bulma quickly looked away so as not to distract him again, and took down mental notes of the room.
'I don't even know where to start with this training room; I know nothing about these stupid Saiyans!'
She watched as Radditz managed to get up, a new large dent in the wall where he'd crashed. He wiped his now bleeding nose and flew over to aid Nappa, who was being pummelled by Vegeta's combos.
'Hmm, I wonder if they have any machines here like you'd find in a gym back home?' She then laughed at herself and erased that thought. 'Bulma you baka! Machines wouldn't last 2seconds against these guys! Think, think! What would make them stronger apart from fighting each other?' She sat down in a corner, racking her brains out to think of a solution as the spar continued infront of her. 'This is useless; I need stats and information. Stupid King. He could've given me a better briefing! No, he's more determined to make a fool out of me. Well no one makes a fool out of Bulma Briefs! I'll show him. You too Vegeta.' She looked up to see Vegeta standing in the middle of the room, looking down at Nappa and Radditz, who were both out cold on the floor.
"Getting better," he said to their unconscious minds. "I think this time you both lasted longer than 10minutes, but you still need to improve." He then turned to look at Bulma, who was still sitting in the corner. She too looked unconscious, but with open eyes. He walked over to her still body and waved a hand infront of her face. She blinked several times from her blanked out state and looked up to see Vegeta's momentary concerned frown suddenly disappear into his usual serious expression. "Woman, we're going."
It was sunset, and the large dinner banquet was served in the equally large banquet hall. It was a private meal however, so the room was very empty as only the King, a few elite guards, Vegeta, and Bulma sat at the long table covered in a white cloth and on top of that, golden cutlery and plates filled with different foods, the majority being meat and very large potatoes, about three times as big as those found on Earth. Bulma watched as the Saiyans filled their mouths with food in-between conversation, and kept her eyes away from the King, who she'd caught glaring at her more than once from the end of the table. Vegeta was silent however, and kept his focus on the food on his plate. The elite soldiers were puzzled, firstly with the fact that a slave girl was allowed to eat at the same table as them, but they didn't mention anything at the table considering she had arrived with the Prince. Nothing was said against the Royal family or their possessions; and that included their slaves. Secondly, the slave girl was writing on a napkin, mumbling to herself quietly and scribbling out what she had written now and again. Once again, they kept their opinions to themselves. The King however, watched with interest as Bulma wrote down various numeral equations, which he couldn't even begin to comprehend, nor did he want to.
'So, it seems I'll be on my way to becoming the strongest in the universe sooner than I had planned.' He glanced at his silent son and narrowed his eyes. 'I wonder how strong the brat is? All he does it train all day, but he can't be stronger than me. He must take after his pathetic mother. Still, the day I set him firmly in his place will be a day for celebration. Thanks to Frieza, he's been allowed to wander from my sight. First, I'll deal with Frieza, then, I'll deal with the boy. Maybe I should've killed him while I had the chance. Damn you Laneya, even in death, you still manage to haunt me. But don't worry, your son will soon be joining you.' He grinned at the thought of finally dealing with his son. 'Oh yes, that boy will wish he had never been born once I'm done with him.'