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Bulma sat, tapping her fingers on the command station. "Lift off in- 10-" the mechanical voice crackled over the intercom. "-9-" she sat back rubbing her temples. She had not had time to say goodbye to Tryean that morning and regretted it. "-8-"She had hardly seen him in the days before she left. She had been busy during the day with preparations and he had to train new members of his crew at night. "-6-5-" Bulma couldn't help but tap nervously on the armrest of her seat. "-4-" She had never really been scared of flying, especially in space, it was one of the many things she was good at. But this was different. "-3-" This was a particularly risky task, if they missed disabling one of the thousands of scouting devices, they where all as good as dead. "-2-" Bulma closed her eyes, preparing for the final number. She could feel the spacecraft shake lightly, and when she heard the final number called "-1" She let out a breath as she felt the craft leaving the ground, quickly leavening the atmosphere of southern Vegeta-sei.
When she felt the craft steady she unbuckled herself from the chair. Letting out a revealed sigh as she stood, popping the cramps out of her knees. She wouldn't exactly call it fun to sit for an hour as mechanics checked the outside of the spacecraft for problems. "Miss," Bulma heard a small voice say behind her. Turning she lifted an eyebrow at the small girl, "The king has insisted that I escort you to your chambers." Nodding Bulma instinctively slipped her hand into the secret pocket of her uniform, being sure the capsules with her belongings where there. The girl, no more then ten walked her down the hallway lined with doors. Pulling a cardkey out of the pocket of the apron she wore she slipped it into the small slot beside a large door on the right. The doors slid open and the girl stepped away. "If you need anything else Miss my name is Asha."
Bulma nodded, "Nothing else will be necessary at this time thank you." She held out her hand excepting the key from Asha who had held it out to her. The girl bowed before scuttling away. Working a kink out of her neck with her hand Bulma took a deep breath before entering the room. She door slid closed behind her with a metallic whoosh. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at the man across the room from her. "Funny isn't it? That my mate cant come along but yet there are over a dozen more servants then we need on this ship."
"That is no way to speak to your king." Vegeta said meeting her eye for eye. "We need the servants to do the work we have no time to do."
"Like what?" She hissed, "Wipe your royal ass for you? Fuck you."
"Oh, I'm sure you would," He responded without a beat, anger visibly building "It would be wise if you would refrain from angering me. I am your king, you will respect me!"
"I will do so in public but I refuse to otherwise." The words came through clenched teeth. "I hold absolutely no respect for you my 'king'"
"If we turn around to get him will that make you happy." He was pleased when he saw the shock in her face, even more pleased when he saw the anger as he added, "Might do you some good to have a fuck buddy."
"At least I have someone to fuck. So King How is your wife lately? Still a bitch? Still refusing sex maybe?"
"Yes that whore." His face 'relaxed' a bit, annoying Bulma that she had not hit a nerve, "Your room is the door on the right, mine is the left." He said pointing to a small hallway only big enough to fit two doors on either side and allowing only one person passage at once. "The key the servant girl gave you will open it." He didn't add that it also opened his own. She wouldn't need to enter his rooms. He told himself. She wouldn't want to. Nodding she pressed the key into the lock, as the door slid open it revealed a large queen size bed, a dark oak wardrobe and a mirror that covered the wall opposite the bed. The walls where painted a dark maroon color, the ceiling black. The bed matched in the maroon sheets and large black pillows. It was quite nice really.
"Thank you" she said quietly. It was tradition that although sleeping in separate rooms the king and how ever many commanders shared a general living space. "Vegeta?" She asked turning and leaning against the wall, "Do you know when we will reach the detection field? Or even northern Vegeta-sei?"
He lifted an eyebrow, "You don't know woman? You are in charge of all of this."
"My Job doesn't come in until we hit the field." She told him "And the only time I was to Northern Vegeta-sei was when I was younger, on a mission for your father." It was a half-lie but he didn't need to know that.
"It will take two days to get there assuming we don't run into trouble. And it will take you what? One day to clear out enough of the sensors for us to get through?" She nodded, "So at least three days before we are able to call in our forces."
"Okay," working out the possible problems in her head.
"There is a kind of party tonight for the soldiers, you are expected to attend." Watching as the blood drained from her face he added, "I made sure there where dresses for you to choose from in the wardrobe in your room. I knew you wouldn't pack anything like that." Walking over to the large vid-phone placed against a wall he typed a few buttons. The face of Asha popped up slightly flustered. As she begun to speak Vegeta cut her off, "The captain will require assistance with her makeup tonight. Please be here in a hour to assist her." With that he turned the machine off.
"I do not require assistance!" She said bluntly.
"Hurry up woman, the party is in two hours." He said before exiting into his room. He was not in the mood to argue with her.
--- A/N Sorry Its kind of short. But yeah, What did you think? I could use a beta reader. (cough,cough,Hint,Hint) So yeah, review. Tell me if you love it tell me if you hate it. I like constructive criticism.