Last time:
"Alright alright. Just watch it." He smirked at her, then got up and left the room.
"I'm not going to get fat," she mumbled, pushing her food away. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.
---Ok, a lot of time has passed. Its almost time for them to land. WooHoo!!
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Bulma stumbled groggily into the control room, rubbing her tired eyes with balled fists. Vegeta sat, with amazingly perfect posture, in his usual chair, starring out at an endless number of stars streaking by. "You're finally awake," he said, not turning to her.
"What time is it?" She had been accustomed to asking him that every morning, even though she would always receive the same answer.
"Late."
"Arg. I'm not in the mood for that this morning Vegeta." She dragged her tired body over to him, setting her hand on the back of the chair he was sitting in. "When are we going to land? I know it's soon."
"Three hours," he said flatly.
"Three hours!? How long was I asleep!?"
"Forever," he grunted, finally turning to face her. (This is the part where I tell you what she's wearing, and Vegeta drools. LOL!) She was clad in only her light purple silk underwear and a matching lacey bra. Vegeta let his eyes wander the contours of her perfectly formed body, then when he met her face gave her an angry scowl. "Woman, stop trying to seduce me. Its not going to work," he said, forming his scowl into a devious smirk.
"What?" she asked, obviously confused and oblivious to what she'd come out of the bedroom wearing. "Fuck," she sighed, looking down at her nearly naked body. It didn't seem to bother her much though. She'd done it so many times, she was beginning to get accustomed to it. "Apparently I only wear underwear now," she laughed, walking back to the bedroom to put something less revealing on. She emerged a few minutes later, now wearing tight form-fitting jeans and a plain black tee shirt. Her hair, which had been all over the place before, was now tied back into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands hanging in her face. "Is this better?" she asked, walking in front of him and twirling around once.
"I don't care," he huffed, looking around her, though it had become increasingly hard for him to ignore her. Back at Capsule Corp. when she pranced around half naked he could easily get away and forget all about her. But here, he was trapped in the confines of the tiny ship. He wished they would get to their destination sooner, he almost couldn't take it anymore. *Damn hormones* he thought, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She was now a few feet in front of him, her back to him, looking out into the depths of space.
"Its so beautiful," she sighed, sitting halfway on the control panel, making sure not to push any buttons. "What's Fewskm like?" she asked, turning towards Vegeta with an awe-inspired gleam in her eyes. (Fewskm is the planet they are going to.)
"I've told you a million times Onna. Its barren, boiling hot, and dusty. The Fewsks are horribly disfigured creatures with tempers exceeding those of Saiyans. Why do you insist on hearing that everyday?" he asked, resting his head on the hand of the arm he had propped on its elbow on the arm of the chair.
"I don't know. I guess its just nice to hear what you'll be risking your life to fight and save me from."
"Its not risking my life woman," he huffed, rolling his eyes. "I am far stronger than other barbarians." (Vegeta calling someone a barbarian, interesting..)
"Still," she said, picking herself up and strolling over to him. "Thank you." She kissed his cheek lightly, and before he could react, she was gone.
"Stupid Onna," he mumbled, bringing his hand to his cheek, which seemed to burn when he touched it. He withdrew his hand quickly, looking at it, half expecting to see red or charred skin.
3 Hours Later..
"Woman!!" Vegeta yelled, banging on the bedroom door.
"Yes?" she asked sweetly, poking her head out the door, nearly smacking into his chest.
"We're landing soon. So I suggest you get strapped in," he said in a gruff voice (Isn't that his normal voice? LOL), then stalked over to his chair and sat down.
"Alright. I'm just getting ready. I'll be out in a few minutes," she called, shutting the door. Vegeta simply growled and crossed his arms. Then, as she said, a few minutes later she emerged from the bedroom. She wore tight black flare pants and an even tighter rose tank top. "How do I looked Vegeta?" she asked, taking a seat next to him and strapping herself in. He didn't answer, only reached over and checked, then tighten her straps. "Vegeta? I asked you a question." She touched his arm lightly.
"Awful." He smirked, slapping her hand away. Her expression turned sour and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Nice Onna. You've proven who's more mature."
"I'm not immature. I'm care-free," she said with a huge smile, resting her head on the back of the chair. "When are we landing?"
"Now." He pointed out the large front window at a small blue-ish speck in the distance. It grew larger and larger within seconds, and the ship began to shack violently as they entered its atmosphere. "Hold on," he demanded, looking over to see how her fragile human body was taking the force.
Bulma grasped the arms of the chair as hard as she could, trying to hold still, but it was no use. Her body flung around under her restraints, her back thrashing against the back of the chair, she didn't remember the landing on Namek being this violent. Vegeta knew if he didn't do something quick she'd get seriously hurt. He unstrapped himself, then Bulma, grabbed her and pulled her to him, then strapped them both in (He did this all super fast lol). She was out cold seconds later, and he now clutched her lifeless body to his, holding her as tightly as he could, though not enough to hurt her. BOOM!! (And other various loud noises) The ship had landed. Vegeta sighed deeply, then unstrapped them and placed her back in her chair before she could wake up. "Weakling," he muttered, checking the controls and scanning the area for inhabitants. Nothing. He sighed again with relief.
"Wh-wh-what happened?" Bulma mumbled, looking around with hazy vision. She opened her eyes and looked at her restraints; she didn't remember undoing them. Her eyes drifted from the floor to Vegeta's feet to the front window. She couldn't believe what she saw. Vegeta had said it was a hot planet, but when she looked out chills climbed her spine and pricked the back of her neck. The sky was a misty lavender color with swirls of violet and white. The ground had the appearance of sand and was a deep blue. The few trees that were around were stick-like and thorny. It didn't look like anything lived there or even could.
"We landed," Vegeta said, turning and looking down at her. "How do you feel?" he asked monotone, no compassion what so ever.
"I'm fine." She placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. "I thought you said this place was hot."
"I did and it is."
"Then why do I feel so damn cold?" she asked, rubbing her arms and bringing her legs up so her feet were on the edge of the chair.
"It only looks cold. You'll change your mind as soon as we set foot outside." He walked over and knelt down in front of her. "You don't look good. Come on." He grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, slapping him on the head with her free hand. "Let..g..go.." she trailed off, her eyes suddenly feeling heavy. He grabbed her around the waist to help her walk and continued on to the door to outside. He pulled her closer to him so her body leaned on his, then with his now free hand, pressed a button to open the door and a refreshingly warm breeze blew in. Vegeta walked down the ramp and when he got to the bottom, set Bulma on the ground. He grabbed her upper arms and shook her to get her to come to. "What!?" she hissed, glaring up at him.
"Well you look better," he said walking around in a half circle, looking at the surroundings. "Ok." He gave Bulma one last look, then began to walk away from her and the ship.
"Where are you going?" She stood and brushed herself off, though she hadn't needed too. The sand-like grains fell from her clothes and skin, instead of clinging to her.
"To train woman," he grunted. "Why do you ask such ridiculous questions?"
"Right now!?" she yelled, running after him and grabbing his arm. He stopped dead in his tracks, and pushed her back.
"Of course right now!! I came here to train and I'm not going to waste any time!!"
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do!!?"
"I don't care!!..Just-Don't go too far. Make sure you can see the ship at all times." With that said, he continued on his way.
"What!? Why can't I look around!?"
"Its too dangerous!! Stay here!!" he yelled, then took to the sky.
"But-" But he was already gone. "Baka!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking her fists angrily. "I don't care what he says. I'll go wherever I damn well please." She trudged back into the ship, grabbed a few essential dino-caps, then went back outside. "Vegeta went that way, so I'm going this way," she said as she pointed in the opposite direction and began to walk.
An hour and a half later.
"Arg!" Bulma groaned, plopping down on a flattened blackish boulder. "There is NOTHING here! What the hell am I going to do for six months!!?" Just then a thought popped into her head. "Hell yes! I'll make another ship!" she cheered with a beaming smile. She had more than enough spare parts on the other ship to make a small space pod. She could model it after the ones the Saiyans came to Earth in. She could be home in half the time. "I'm so smart," she said to a small half lizard half mouse-like creature who had just ventured onto her boulder to investigate the stranger.
Bulma sighed deeply, took one last look around then stood up. "This place is horrible." She started back in the direction of the ship and had been walking for a few minutes, when she realized how much darker the sky looked. *I better hurry* she thought, picking up her pace to a slow jog. By the time the boulder she had been sitting on was out of sight she was running. Something told her it wasn't a good idea to be out at night here. She ran a few more minutes, until her heart felt as though it would burst from her chest; she needed to stop and rest a moment. Large beads of sweat poured off her face to the ground, where they remained as drops, instead of soaking into the sand. Bulma hunched herself over, her hands on her knees, and looked at the ground, breathing rapidly. "What the-" She bent down further to get a closer look at the sand where her sweat had fallen. "Weird.." She took out one of her capsules and opened it; a large box with various tools and other science equipment inside. She reached in the box and pulled out a glass jar, collected the sand and sweat and sealed the jar. *I have nothing better to do, might as well examine this stuff.*
The wind was blowing wildly and Bulma had to shield her face with her arms to keep the sand that was being kicked up from getting in her eyes. She looked up, as she had been doing every few moments, to see if she was close to the ship. "Finally," she sighed, the ship was in view. She picked up her pace to a steady jog, only to run into something, then fall back on the ground.
"Woman!! Where the hell have you been!!? I told you to stay here!!" Vegeta yelled, yanking her back to her feet. He grabbed her arm firmly and dragged her into the ship and threw her into his chair. It had all happened so fast Bulma couldn't respond right away.
"I can do whatever I damn well please Vegeta!" she hissed, glaring at him with piercing blue eyes. "You're not my parents!"
"Do you have any idea of how dangerous it is out there at night!!?" A slight hint concern was evident in his voice, though his anger masked it well.
"Sorry mom," she huffed, looking away from him.
"Don't ever go out at night!! Even if its just around the ship!! The creatures here won't think twice about eating something as small and weak as you!!" The vein on his forehead was bulging with anger.
"Really?" Bulma asked, suddenly becoming very nervous.
"Yes!!" He backed up a bit, then leaned on the control panel, breathing deeply in attempt to calm himself.
"H-How big exactly are these creatures?" she asked in a shaky voice, ringing her hands in her lap.
"As big as the ship or bigger. Depending on what kind of animal it is."
Bulma shifted nervously in the chair, then looked up at Vegeta, who was looking at the floor. "What do the Fewsks look like?" He perked his ears and raised his head to meet her gaze.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" he sighed.
"I'm curious." She gave him an innocent child look. "What do they look like?"
"They're ugly, you'd fit in well," he said with a smirk.
"Hey!! Come on."
"They're very short. The tallest ones are half my size. They have porous gray skin and huge metallic eyes. Most don't have hair, and the few that do have very little and it's straw-like and black. That good enough?" he huffed. He was growing rather impatient with her.
"Yes, thank you. What are th-"
"They're ruthless creatures with a lust for murder and destruction," he answered her before she could ask her question. "No more questions. Go to bed."
It hadn't occurred to her until then that she was extremely tired, and she let out a huge yawn. "Alright. Thanks for answering my questions. I'll make ya breakfast tomorrow. Night Vegeta," she said sweetly, then stood and padded across the floor to her bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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---Chapter 3!! WooHoo! I'm lovin' this fic!! I hope you people are too!! REVIEW!! Give me advice and what not. And sorry again for the shortness, I thought about trying to make them longer, but that would only take longer cause I'd have to make sure I wasn't repeating myself over and over, you know? So I'm just going to continue this way. Hope you're enjoying it! :D
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: Bulma fiddles around with that weird sand and other things heehee. I dunno yet. :P
"Alright alright. Just watch it." He smirked at her, then got up and left the room.
"I'm not going to get fat," she mumbled, pushing her food away. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.
---Ok, a lot of time has passed. Its almost time for them to land. WooHoo!!
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Bulma stumbled groggily into the control room, rubbing her tired eyes with balled fists. Vegeta sat, with amazingly perfect posture, in his usual chair, starring out at an endless number of stars streaking by. "You're finally awake," he said, not turning to her.
"What time is it?" She had been accustomed to asking him that every morning, even though she would always receive the same answer.
"Late."
"Arg. I'm not in the mood for that this morning Vegeta." She dragged her tired body over to him, setting her hand on the back of the chair he was sitting in. "When are we going to land? I know it's soon."
"Three hours," he said flatly.
"Three hours!? How long was I asleep!?"
"Forever," he grunted, finally turning to face her. (This is the part where I tell you what she's wearing, and Vegeta drools. LOL!) She was clad in only her light purple silk underwear and a matching lacey bra. Vegeta let his eyes wander the contours of her perfectly formed body, then when he met her face gave her an angry scowl. "Woman, stop trying to seduce me. Its not going to work," he said, forming his scowl into a devious smirk.
"What?" she asked, obviously confused and oblivious to what she'd come out of the bedroom wearing. "Fuck," she sighed, looking down at her nearly naked body. It didn't seem to bother her much though. She'd done it so many times, she was beginning to get accustomed to it. "Apparently I only wear underwear now," she laughed, walking back to the bedroom to put something less revealing on. She emerged a few minutes later, now wearing tight form-fitting jeans and a plain black tee shirt. Her hair, which had been all over the place before, was now tied back into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands hanging in her face. "Is this better?" she asked, walking in front of him and twirling around once.
"I don't care," he huffed, looking around her, though it had become increasingly hard for him to ignore her. Back at Capsule Corp. when she pranced around half naked he could easily get away and forget all about her. But here, he was trapped in the confines of the tiny ship. He wished they would get to their destination sooner, he almost couldn't take it anymore. *Damn hormones* he thought, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She was now a few feet in front of him, her back to him, looking out into the depths of space.
"Its so beautiful," she sighed, sitting halfway on the control panel, making sure not to push any buttons. "What's Fewskm like?" she asked, turning towards Vegeta with an awe-inspired gleam in her eyes. (Fewskm is the planet they are going to.)
"I've told you a million times Onna. Its barren, boiling hot, and dusty. The Fewsks are horribly disfigured creatures with tempers exceeding those of Saiyans. Why do you insist on hearing that everyday?" he asked, resting his head on the hand of the arm he had propped on its elbow on the arm of the chair.
"I don't know. I guess its just nice to hear what you'll be risking your life to fight and save me from."
"Its not risking my life woman," he huffed, rolling his eyes. "I am far stronger than other barbarians." (Vegeta calling someone a barbarian, interesting..)
"Still," she said, picking herself up and strolling over to him. "Thank you." She kissed his cheek lightly, and before he could react, she was gone.
"Stupid Onna," he mumbled, bringing his hand to his cheek, which seemed to burn when he touched it. He withdrew his hand quickly, looking at it, half expecting to see red or charred skin.
3 Hours Later..
"Woman!!" Vegeta yelled, banging on the bedroom door.
"Yes?" she asked sweetly, poking her head out the door, nearly smacking into his chest.
"We're landing soon. So I suggest you get strapped in," he said in a gruff voice (Isn't that his normal voice? LOL), then stalked over to his chair and sat down.
"Alright. I'm just getting ready. I'll be out in a few minutes," she called, shutting the door. Vegeta simply growled and crossed his arms. Then, as she said, a few minutes later she emerged from the bedroom. She wore tight black flare pants and an even tighter rose tank top. "How do I looked Vegeta?" she asked, taking a seat next to him and strapping herself in. He didn't answer, only reached over and checked, then tighten her straps. "Vegeta? I asked you a question." She touched his arm lightly.
"Awful." He smirked, slapping her hand away. Her expression turned sour and she stuck her tongue out at him. "Nice Onna. You've proven who's more mature."
"I'm not immature. I'm care-free," she said with a huge smile, resting her head on the back of the chair. "When are we landing?"
"Now." He pointed out the large front window at a small blue-ish speck in the distance. It grew larger and larger within seconds, and the ship began to shack violently as they entered its atmosphere. "Hold on," he demanded, looking over to see how her fragile human body was taking the force.
Bulma grasped the arms of the chair as hard as she could, trying to hold still, but it was no use. Her body flung around under her restraints, her back thrashing against the back of the chair, she didn't remember the landing on Namek being this violent. Vegeta knew if he didn't do something quick she'd get seriously hurt. He unstrapped himself, then Bulma, grabbed her and pulled her to him, then strapped them both in (He did this all super fast lol). She was out cold seconds later, and he now clutched her lifeless body to his, holding her as tightly as he could, though not enough to hurt her. BOOM!! (And other various loud noises) The ship had landed. Vegeta sighed deeply, then unstrapped them and placed her back in her chair before she could wake up. "Weakling," he muttered, checking the controls and scanning the area for inhabitants. Nothing. He sighed again with relief.
"Wh-wh-what happened?" Bulma mumbled, looking around with hazy vision. She opened her eyes and looked at her restraints; she didn't remember undoing them. Her eyes drifted from the floor to Vegeta's feet to the front window. She couldn't believe what she saw. Vegeta had said it was a hot planet, but when she looked out chills climbed her spine and pricked the back of her neck. The sky was a misty lavender color with swirls of violet and white. The ground had the appearance of sand and was a deep blue. The few trees that were around were stick-like and thorny. It didn't look like anything lived there or even could.
"We landed," Vegeta said, turning and looking down at her. "How do you feel?" he asked monotone, no compassion what so ever.
"I'm fine." She placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. "I thought you said this place was hot."
"I did and it is."
"Then why do I feel so damn cold?" she asked, rubbing her arms and bringing her legs up so her feet were on the edge of the chair.
"It only looks cold. You'll change your mind as soon as we set foot outside." He walked over and knelt down in front of her. "You don't look good. Come on." He grabbed her arm and jerked her to her feet.
"Let go of me!" she yelled, slapping him on the head with her free hand. "Let..g..go.." she trailed off, her eyes suddenly feeling heavy. He grabbed her around the waist to help her walk and continued on to the door to outside. He pulled her closer to him so her body leaned on his, then with his now free hand, pressed a button to open the door and a refreshingly warm breeze blew in. Vegeta walked down the ramp and when he got to the bottom, set Bulma on the ground. He grabbed her upper arms and shook her to get her to come to. "What!?" she hissed, glaring up at him.
"Well you look better," he said walking around in a half circle, looking at the surroundings. "Ok." He gave Bulma one last look, then began to walk away from her and the ship.
"Where are you going?" She stood and brushed herself off, though she hadn't needed too. The sand-like grains fell from her clothes and skin, instead of clinging to her.
"To train woman," he grunted. "Why do you ask such ridiculous questions?"
"Right now!?" she yelled, running after him and grabbing his arm. He stopped dead in his tracks, and pushed her back.
"Of course right now!! I came here to train and I'm not going to waste any time!!"
"Well what the hell am I supposed to do!!?"
"I don't care!!..Just-Don't go too far. Make sure you can see the ship at all times." With that said, he continued on his way.
"What!? Why can't I look around!?"
"Its too dangerous!! Stay here!!" he yelled, then took to the sky.
"But-" But he was already gone. "Baka!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking her fists angrily. "I don't care what he says. I'll go wherever I damn well please." She trudged back into the ship, grabbed a few essential dino-caps, then went back outside. "Vegeta went that way, so I'm going this way," she said as she pointed in the opposite direction and began to walk.
An hour and a half later.
"Arg!" Bulma groaned, plopping down on a flattened blackish boulder. "There is NOTHING here! What the hell am I going to do for six months!!?" Just then a thought popped into her head. "Hell yes! I'll make another ship!" she cheered with a beaming smile. She had more than enough spare parts on the other ship to make a small space pod. She could model it after the ones the Saiyans came to Earth in. She could be home in half the time. "I'm so smart," she said to a small half lizard half mouse-like creature who had just ventured onto her boulder to investigate the stranger.
Bulma sighed deeply, took one last look around then stood up. "This place is horrible." She started back in the direction of the ship and had been walking for a few minutes, when she realized how much darker the sky looked. *I better hurry* she thought, picking up her pace to a slow jog. By the time the boulder she had been sitting on was out of sight she was running. Something told her it wasn't a good idea to be out at night here. She ran a few more minutes, until her heart felt as though it would burst from her chest; she needed to stop and rest a moment. Large beads of sweat poured off her face to the ground, where they remained as drops, instead of soaking into the sand. Bulma hunched herself over, her hands on her knees, and looked at the ground, breathing rapidly. "What the-" She bent down further to get a closer look at the sand where her sweat had fallen. "Weird.." She took out one of her capsules and opened it; a large box with various tools and other science equipment inside. She reached in the box and pulled out a glass jar, collected the sand and sweat and sealed the jar. *I have nothing better to do, might as well examine this stuff.*
The wind was blowing wildly and Bulma had to shield her face with her arms to keep the sand that was being kicked up from getting in her eyes. She looked up, as she had been doing every few moments, to see if she was close to the ship. "Finally," she sighed, the ship was in view. She picked up her pace to a steady jog, only to run into something, then fall back on the ground.
"Woman!! Where the hell have you been!!? I told you to stay here!!" Vegeta yelled, yanking her back to her feet. He grabbed her arm firmly and dragged her into the ship and threw her into his chair. It had all happened so fast Bulma couldn't respond right away.
"I can do whatever I damn well please Vegeta!" she hissed, glaring at him with piercing blue eyes. "You're not my parents!"
"Do you have any idea of how dangerous it is out there at night!!?" A slight hint concern was evident in his voice, though his anger masked it well.
"Sorry mom," she huffed, looking away from him.
"Don't ever go out at night!! Even if its just around the ship!! The creatures here won't think twice about eating something as small and weak as you!!" The vein on his forehead was bulging with anger.
"Really?" Bulma asked, suddenly becoming very nervous.
"Yes!!" He backed up a bit, then leaned on the control panel, breathing deeply in attempt to calm himself.
"H-How big exactly are these creatures?" she asked in a shaky voice, ringing her hands in her lap.
"As big as the ship or bigger. Depending on what kind of animal it is."
Bulma shifted nervously in the chair, then looked up at Vegeta, who was looking at the floor. "What do the Fewsks look like?" He perked his ears and raised his head to meet her gaze.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" he sighed.
"I'm curious." She gave him an innocent child look. "What do they look like?"
"They're ugly, you'd fit in well," he said with a smirk.
"Hey!! Come on."
"They're very short. The tallest ones are half my size. They have porous gray skin and huge metallic eyes. Most don't have hair, and the few that do have very little and it's straw-like and black. That good enough?" he huffed. He was growing rather impatient with her.
"Yes, thank you. What are th-"
"They're ruthless creatures with a lust for murder and destruction," he answered her before she could ask her question. "No more questions. Go to bed."
It hadn't occurred to her until then that she was extremely tired, and she let out a huge yawn. "Alright. Thanks for answering my questions. I'll make ya breakfast tomorrow. Night Vegeta," she said sweetly, then stood and padded across the floor to her bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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---Chapter 3!! WooHoo! I'm lovin' this fic!! I hope you people are too!! REVIEW!! Give me advice and what not. And sorry again for the shortness, I thought about trying to make them longer, but that would only take longer cause I'd have to make sure I wasn't repeating myself over and over, you know? So I'm just going to continue this way. Hope you're enjoying it! :D
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: Bulma fiddles around with that weird sand and other things heehee. I dunno yet. :P