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"What did I just do!?" Bulma screamed at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bedroom, as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "No Bulma no! You cannot, cannot, fall for him!! He's Vegeta!!..Besides," she sighed, pulling a plain red tee-shirt over her head. "You won't have long to..to.." She couldn't finish her sentence. She knew full well why she couldn't like this man, and it wasn't only who he was, it was her knew fate. "No!" she shouted, shaking her head. "I will not die without loving! I am going to make the most of my time left!!" With that, she slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed a jet-copter capsule, and ran outside. She didn't even think of the possibility that something could happen to her, she was too determined to find Vegeta before she lost anymore time.
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Bulma sighed deeply as she landed her jet-copter in the middle of a desert area that stretched for miles in all directions. She had been searching for Vegeta for three and a half hours, and still there wasn't even the slightest sign of him, or that he was even on the planet for that matter. *What am I doing?* she thought as she gazed out the large front window, resting her head on her palm. *I don't love Vegeta..It's this ridiculous disease. It's getting the better of me, messing with my thoughts.* She shook her head angrily, then booted up the engine. She couldn't believe she'd wasted that much time looking for a man that could care less if she were dying or not. *Even if I did find him, what would I say? -Oh hey Vegeta. Just dropped by to say I'm head over heals in love with-Whoah!* "Stop that Bulma! You are not in love with that tempestuous ape!! You can barely tolerate him!" she yelled at herself, lifting the jet- copter from the ground and taking off in no specific direction.
She'd only been flying for about ten minutes when suddenly she began to feel faint. She quickly landed the jet-copter, stood, and stretched her limbs. After a few moments of pacing, Bulma realized the dizzy feeling wasn't going to go away, and sat back in her chair.
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Vegeta dropped to the ground on all fours, sweat dripping off every inch of his body. He'd been training vigorously, non-stop for the past five hours. He clenched his fists, picking up handfuls of blue sand, and trying to block out any thought of Bulma. That soon proved to be impossible at the moment, so he sighed in defeat and flopped over onto his back. *What's wrong with me lately?* he thought angrily, throwing the handful of sand to the ground. *That woman is getting in the way of my training. If this keeps up I may never get my training done.* He growled aloud, flopping over to his stomach. Then, just as he was about to begin training once again, he detected a sudden drop in an already low ki. He jumped to his feet immediately, reaching out (No, not with his hands) for any trace of the energy and what direction it came from.
"Woman," he whispered aloud, then took off into the air, swirling up sand behind him. He completely let his guard down, forgetting about his previous argument with himself and went in pursuit of who he was sure was Bulma. He found her jet-copter only five minutes later, seemingly abandoned in the middle of the desert, her ki nearly undetectable.
"Woman!" he called from the doorway to the machine. There was no answer. "Woman, answer me!" He was louder this time, which worked out in his favor, for in the cockpit he heard a low, almost inaudible moan. He ran in, immediately wanting to run back out. There was Bulma, lying on the floor, clothes nearly ripped to shreds and some burnt from the intensity of the Eskes. He covered his hand over his mouth, his stomach suddenly not agreeing with the situation. He quickly suppressed the queasy feeling in his gut and ran to her side. He reached out one shaky hand, touching her back with only a single fingertip. Immediately he snatched his arm back to his chest and starred down at his now red finger. "This is..not good.." he whispered, looking down at the Eskes which were now glowing violet. He'd never seen it before, but knew that it couldn't be good.
He looked around frantically, searching for anything that could help his situation. He wasn't even thinking about his pride or training, only Bulma's safety was registering in his mind. He grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping her in it and scooping her into his arms. There was only one place that he could think to take her that was close enough, that she wouldn't die on the way there. He tightened his grip on her frail form and took off into the sky, heading south of the jet-copter at full speed.
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"Fotaka entratena [Rough translation: Open up now]!" Vegeta yelled, kicking in the door to the building he'd been looking for. Well, a building in the sense that it was shelter from the outer elements, but other than that it was not what Bulma would have considered a building. The door Vegeta had knocked down was not attached with metal hinges, infact there was no metal at all. It was made completely of wood, held together with thick vines and attached with stone pegs. The "building" itself was merely a hillside, which had been dug out and furnished.
Three short gray creatures with bristly black hair came running into the front room of their home, curious as to what was making so much noise. They stopped short as soon as they noticed the Saiyan Prince they knew all too well. "Remiti degenta sortgona Vegeta [So you've come back Vegeta]!" the tallest of the Fewsks yelled, crouching into a fighting stance.
"Halta Gergo! Setta deno taka yu. Do juso forlata Denj-sa [Stop Gergo! I'm not here to fight. This woman has Denj-sa]." The foreign words rolled of his tongue as if it were his own language (LOL! This is fun! I'm just jumbling a bunch of letters together. My spell check is going nuts ^_^). The Fewsk immediately dropping his fists, then slowly approached the disheveled Prince, cautiously reaching his hand out to touch the unconscious figure in his arms. He snapped his arm back, wincing from the burn on his fingers.
"Toska wend saka [Get her some cold water]," Gergo (The Fewsk) demanded one of the other Fewsks, which ran out of the room frantically.
"Quesk Eskes bodso lumita pala [Look, the Eskes are glowing violet]," the remaining Fewsk stated observantly, looking nervously up at the Prince then over to Gergo.
"Tiska nota sawa [This is very serious]," Gergo sighed, then growled angrily at himself for what he was about to tell the Saiyan, who had so many years ago nearly made the entire Fewsk population obsolete. "Vegeta." The Prince snapped his head up, for he'd been starring at Bulma, and listened to the Fewsk. "Rec hono dolata seko venden xar pula [The condition will cause death if not properly taken care of]."
"Set fitsa to congo jek asxan [I did not know there was a cure]!" Vegeta bellowed, nearly dropping the bundled up Bulma.
"Teska degenflo Vegeta [Calm yourself Vegeta]!" Gergo stomped his foot angrily at his outburst. "Set jek finisa [I was not finished]!" Just then the other Fewsk came running back into the room looking rather nervous in the Prince's presence (Ok, so there are three types of Fewsks. Fighters, farmers, and healers. Gergo is a fighter. The Fewsk that just came back is a farmer, that would be why he's so nervous. But there are very few non- fighters, which is the reason Vegeta did not mention them before. Oh and gender is not an issue. Males and females can be any of the three, though most choose to fight).
"Gergo, tu saka fo reden [Gergo, the cold water is ready]," he squeaked, motioning for Vegeta to follow him. Vegeta nodded at the trembling Fewsk and followed as he was told (He's a farmer. No, not Gergo, the other one).
"Gergo." Was all he had to say and the largest of the Fewsks came running to his side. He was one of the eldest of the Fewsks, a former warrior that still had some fight left in him. After Vegeta's departure long ago he'd vowed revenge. But as the years progressed he became weaker and weaker; he knew now that Vegeta only got stronger in his years away, he could feel it, and he knew he was no match for the Prince. So, sucking up his pride, did as he was told. It was the best way he could assure himself that his planet and people would be safe.
The littlest Fewsk (The one that went to get the water. I'm gonna just name him now, so remember it! :P His name is Nomana from now on, got it? ^_^) scurried ahead of Vegeta and Gergo, winding in and out of narrow corridors (These underground homes are huge and house up to four Fewsk families), leading them to the Fewsk equivalent to a bathroom. Vegeta pushed the two Fewsks aside once they were to their destination, setting Bulma gently in a hole in the ground filled with water as cold as they could manage. Furto (The other Fewsk) came in soon after, holding various tubes and bottles in his arms. He knelt down beside the "tub", glancing at the Prince a moment. He was a healer, specializing in salves and oils that lessened the effects of disease. In this case it would be to cool the Eskes to their original color.
"Farna! Farna! Farna [Father! Father! Father]!" a squeaky feminine voice yelled and a little female Fewsk came running into the "bathroom".
"Tuski! Setta asgo [Tuski! I'm busy]!" Gergo shouted, holding up a hand to stop the child from coming any closer. She stopped dead in her tracks, knowing the tone and volume of his voice meant trouble.
"Nomana, tel paka [Nomana, what happened]?" she asked, looking at the Fewsk who seemed to not be doing anything.
"Teg-lee xon forlata Denj-sa [The Prince's mate has Denj-sa]." Vegeta ears perked immediately at his statement, and he turned and growled at Nomana.
"Vel kasa let xon [She is not my mate]!" he snapped, clenching his fists and causing all the Fewsks to jump, aside from Furto who was busy mixing his salves for Bulma's nearly boiling skin.
"Rama Vegeta [Sorry Vegeta]," Nomana mumbled, grabbing Tuski's hand and quickly leading her out of the room. Though she was already a skilled fighter, she was still no match for the Saiyan Prince (Hmm, do I have anything more to explain? The three adult Fewsks are all males, and Tuski is a female and is eleven). Vegeta kneeled down beside the dirt hole in the middle of the floor, starring at Bulma's lifeless body; she looked dead or very close to it. Her breathing was so low that her chest did not rise and fall, the only indication that he had that she was even alive was the fact that every so often her eye lashes would flutter. He dipped his fingers into the water, frowning when he found it was only lukewarm.
"Cha kata Vegeta [Don't worry Vegeta]," Furto whispered, finishing preparing his supplies. "Geto coo jun [These will help]." He pointed to the salves and oils he had set out on a wooden slab, some mixed with others, and some left alone. "Foo degen meb wend aka [Will you pick her up]?" Vegeta glanced at the Fewsk, who seemed slightly less nervous than the other young one, then reached into the pool and pulled her out. He smiled inwardly, noticing that her body was now tolerable to touch. She was limp like a rag doll, bending every which way when he moved her. He had to re- adjust her legs after setting her on the ground, for they seemed to have a mind of their own and went under her.
Furto went to work right away, spreading certain salves in certain areas. Vegeta noted that he seemed to put only pure oils on the Eskes that were still glowing violet, and salves mixed with oils on the Eskes glowing blue. The pure salves were left for the scratches that were not glowing at all, and were only a precautious that would keep them from becoming Eskes for a short period of time. Once he was sure the Fewsk knew exactly what he was doing and that he would not harm Bulma in any way, he turned to Gergo whose eyebrow seemed to twitch irritably.
"Gergo." The Fewsk jumped out of habit at sudden noises, then looked down at Vegeta who was still kneeling at Bulma's side. "Tel ka asxan hu fit set sa to voo seq [What is the cure and why did I not know about it]?" His voice was amazingly calm, though his facial expression suggested he wanted his tone much rougher.
"Seqka moh..Doonso loifro seq bek la, goy acdica [Its new..The Doonso discovered it last year, by accident]," Gergo replied solemnly (The Doonso are the race that inhabit a planet in the same solar system as Fewskm. And the year is a Fewskm year, which is equivalent to three earth years). He sighed deeply, then continued, ignoring Vegeta's changing expression. "Seqka roo Doon, zelar eul. Seqka yoo stoo [Its on Doon, a blue plant. Its in the roots]."
"Re [Ok]," Vegeta sighed, absentmindedly grabbing Bulma's hand. No one, including himself, seemed to notice. "Furto foo xe no [Furto will come too]." Furto only nodded, knowing there was no way he could get out of it.
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Bulma's eyes flickered open wearily, her head throbbing painfully. The last thing she remembered was feeling sick in the jet-copter and now she was somewhere foreign. Her first reaction was to panic, but then seeing Vegeta in the corner, stopped her wandering mind and she simply sighed. "Where are we?" she asked in a slightly scratchy voice, knowing something happened.
"Eat this." Was all he said, walking over and sitting on the bed she was in, which was nothing more than a few planks of wood set on boulders and covered with soft leaves. Her blanket was made of wool from a sheep-like creature that the Fewsk farmers raised.
"I'm not hungry," she said, pushing the bowl of fruits and nuts away.
"It doesn't matter if you're hungry or not. You need to eat." Once again he shoved the bowl in her face, this time getting the reaction he wanted. She grabbed it from him forcefully, setting it on her lap.
"I'll eat if-" She looked up at him, a hint of worry in her eyes. "-you tell me what happened and where we are."
"You had another Eskes attack," he replied monotone, though the experience had been nothing short of traumatizing for the Prince. "I found you passed out in your silly contraption and brought you here. Here is a Fewsk home." She looked around, taking in her surroundings, the items looked normal enough, though had a more homemade feel to them. The floor, ceiling and walls she noticed were all made of dirt and clay, the furniture either wood or stone.
"I thought the Fewsks were all horrible creatures." He nodded in agreement with what she said, just as Furto wandered in to check on Bulma's progress. He nearly fell over when he saw she was awake but smiled weakly at her, then set the tray he'd been carrying on a table in the corner which Vegeta had been sitting on.
"Wella. Setta Furto [Hello, I'm Furto]," he said politely, not knowing she couldn't understand him.
"Vegeta, what did he just say?" The Fewsk blushed dumbly after realizing she was speaking a foreign language from his own, though it sounded quite familiar. He cleared his throat and attempted to speak to her in her language.
"Hello, I'm Furto." He smiled this time, after she smiled when he spoke a language she understood.
"Hi Furto, I'm Bulma. How do you know Japanese?" This was when Vegeta decided to butt in rudely.
"Fewsks aren't isolated from the rest of the universe like you earthlings," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling at the female he was slowly becoming attached to, though he denied it to himself at every turn.
"Excuse me Vegeta, but I didn't ask you!" she yelled, causing Furto to jump back. "Sorry, he's such a pain." He nodded hesitantly in agreement, being careful not to further upset the Saiyan. "You're not mean."
"W-Why would..I be mean?" He had some difficultly getting out his words, for it'd been so long since he'd spoke in another language.
"Well Vegeta told me all Fewsks are ruthless warriors," she explained, glaring at the Prince for giving her false information.
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "The warriors..do..have their tempers. Most Fewsks are warriors, which is..pr-pr-probably where the Pr-Pr-Prince got his information..I he-he..heal others. Some are farmers..though..very few do any..thing but fight.." He sighed once again after finishing his explanation, happy he was done talking.
"Vegeta!" Once again Furto was caught off guard and jumped at her volume. He was amazed that such a tiny creature could raise her voice so high. The Prince whipped his head in her direction, glaring at the tone she'd chosen to address him in. "The Fewsks are not the murderous band on uncivilized barbarians you claimed them to be!!" she hissed, moving her legs involuntarily and causing the bowl of untouched food on her lap to go flying. He only grunted at her, then exited the room, leaving Furto to pick up the mess. He scurried around picking up the fallen fruits and nuts, though didn't get too far into it before Bulma tried to help.
"Relle [No]," he said quietly in a gentle tone, taking the few pieces of fruit she had gathered and put them in the bowl. She looked at him a moment, trying to figure out what he just told her. She pondered it a moment, then went and sat back down on the bed.
"Did you just say no?" she asked curiously. Learning an alien language wasn't so hard, especially for her. She'd learned Namek after all, why not this language? It didn't seem particularly hard to her.
"Saoi." He blinked twice, then continued. "Er..I mean-" He was about to correct himself when she cut him off.
"Yes. You meant to say yes. Saoi is yes, and relle is no," she said triumphantly, lifting her head slightly higher.
"Saoi," Furto replied happily, though their peaceful moment was suddenly crushed when Vegeta decided to come back.
"Woman." She shot him a death glare, then turned her head away. "Don't ignore me." She didn't respond, infuriating him further. "Woman, eat your food and drink this," he said, grabbing the bowl from Furto and handing it to her, then handing her the goblet in his other hand.
"I told you I'm not hungry." She was back to being stubborn with him. He slapped his hands down on the bed, startling her slightly, and sticking his face in hers.
"You will eat woman and you will not refuse it again," he said in an eerie quiet tone that only he could use which sent shivers down her spine. She was about to protest when she glanced at Furto who looked extremely nervous. She smiled at him, then glared back at Vegeta, picking up one of the darker green fruits and taking a huge bite and splashing some juice on his face. He growled at her from deep in his throat, then whipped the liquid away and sat at the foot of the bed.
"M-M-Miss?" Furto spoke up, his voice trembling. She turned to face him, smiling for how polite he was. "Can I..get..you any..th-ing?" He jerked his head with every syllable spoken, wishing in the back if his mind that she would suddenly know his language.
Noticing his discomfort she smiled and as sweetly as she could said, "Relle." He smiled back and her then turned to leave.
"Re. Lah-bi Bulma [Ok, good-bye Bulma]," he said over his shoulder, then left without another word.
"What, so now you know their language?" Vegeta grunted. She only stuck her tongue out at him and continued to eat the food he was forcing upon her, though purposely lacking in her usual grace for the pleasure of seeing him wrinkle his nose in disgust. *Only she could look that bad and that good at the same time.* He shook his head at the thought, scowling down at the floor. He was going to have to work harder to keep his mind off her. But how? Now he was going to another planet in search of a cure for a woman he could barely tolerate. Just the mere though of it baffled him. He could not believe how soft he was becoming. Only she could do this to him. Only she could make his pulse quicken with passion, lust, and anger all at once. She was who he lived to hate yet couldn't live without suddenly. He'd found love without searching for it or even wanting it. He'd pushed the feeling away every time it presented itself, which now left him at a crossroad and he didn't know where to go. It disgusted him, yet he knew, in the farthest depths of his mind, that he could not live without it, without her. *Woman, I hate you.*
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---Chapter 7!! There you are!! I hope you enjoy it!! :D Sorry it took so long to update. I was working on other fics, and sort of had writer's block on this one. But now I'm back on track. I like the way this one turned out. Wouldn't want it any other way :P Hope the Fewsks' language didn't bother you too much. I enjoyed making it up heehee. I was even careful to go back and use the same words or parts of words that I had before.
REVIEW!! :D
Next time: Bulma finds out about Doon, but there's a mixture of emotions when they finally board the ship. What could have happened?
"What did I just do!?" Bulma screamed at her reflection in the full length mirror in her bedroom, as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "No Bulma no! You cannot, cannot, fall for him!! He's Vegeta!!..Besides," she sighed, pulling a plain red tee-shirt over her head. "You won't have long to..to.." She couldn't finish her sentence. She knew full well why she couldn't like this man, and it wasn't only who he was, it was her knew fate. "No!" she shouted, shaking her head. "I will not die without loving! I am going to make the most of my time left!!" With that, she slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed a jet-copter capsule, and ran outside. She didn't even think of the possibility that something could happen to her, she was too determined to find Vegeta before she lost anymore time.
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Bulma sighed deeply as she landed her jet-copter in the middle of a desert area that stretched for miles in all directions. She had been searching for Vegeta for three and a half hours, and still there wasn't even the slightest sign of him, or that he was even on the planet for that matter. *What am I doing?* she thought as she gazed out the large front window, resting her head on her palm. *I don't love Vegeta..It's this ridiculous disease. It's getting the better of me, messing with my thoughts.* She shook her head angrily, then booted up the engine. She couldn't believe she'd wasted that much time looking for a man that could care less if she were dying or not. *Even if I did find him, what would I say? -Oh hey Vegeta. Just dropped by to say I'm head over heals in love with-Whoah!* "Stop that Bulma! You are not in love with that tempestuous ape!! You can barely tolerate him!" she yelled at herself, lifting the jet- copter from the ground and taking off in no specific direction.
She'd only been flying for about ten minutes when suddenly she began to feel faint. She quickly landed the jet-copter, stood, and stretched her limbs. After a few moments of pacing, Bulma realized the dizzy feeling wasn't going to go away, and sat back in her chair.
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Vegeta dropped to the ground on all fours, sweat dripping off every inch of his body. He'd been training vigorously, non-stop for the past five hours. He clenched his fists, picking up handfuls of blue sand, and trying to block out any thought of Bulma. That soon proved to be impossible at the moment, so he sighed in defeat and flopped over onto his back. *What's wrong with me lately?* he thought angrily, throwing the handful of sand to the ground. *That woman is getting in the way of my training. If this keeps up I may never get my training done.* He growled aloud, flopping over to his stomach. Then, just as he was about to begin training once again, he detected a sudden drop in an already low ki. He jumped to his feet immediately, reaching out (No, not with his hands) for any trace of the energy and what direction it came from.
"Woman," he whispered aloud, then took off into the air, swirling up sand behind him. He completely let his guard down, forgetting about his previous argument with himself and went in pursuit of who he was sure was Bulma. He found her jet-copter only five minutes later, seemingly abandoned in the middle of the desert, her ki nearly undetectable.
"Woman!" he called from the doorway to the machine. There was no answer. "Woman, answer me!" He was louder this time, which worked out in his favor, for in the cockpit he heard a low, almost inaudible moan. He ran in, immediately wanting to run back out. There was Bulma, lying on the floor, clothes nearly ripped to shreds and some burnt from the intensity of the Eskes. He covered his hand over his mouth, his stomach suddenly not agreeing with the situation. He quickly suppressed the queasy feeling in his gut and ran to her side. He reached out one shaky hand, touching her back with only a single fingertip. Immediately he snatched his arm back to his chest and starred down at his now red finger. "This is..not good.." he whispered, looking down at the Eskes which were now glowing violet. He'd never seen it before, but knew that it couldn't be good.
He looked around frantically, searching for anything that could help his situation. He wasn't even thinking about his pride or training, only Bulma's safety was registering in his mind. He grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping her in it and scooping her into his arms. There was only one place that he could think to take her that was close enough, that she wouldn't die on the way there. He tightened his grip on her frail form and took off into the sky, heading south of the jet-copter at full speed.
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"Fotaka entratena [Rough translation: Open up now]!" Vegeta yelled, kicking in the door to the building he'd been looking for. Well, a building in the sense that it was shelter from the outer elements, but other than that it was not what Bulma would have considered a building. The door Vegeta had knocked down was not attached with metal hinges, infact there was no metal at all. It was made completely of wood, held together with thick vines and attached with stone pegs. The "building" itself was merely a hillside, which had been dug out and furnished.
Three short gray creatures with bristly black hair came running into the front room of their home, curious as to what was making so much noise. They stopped short as soon as they noticed the Saiyan Prince they knew all too well. "Remiti degenta sortgona Vegeta [So you've come back Vegeta]!" the tallest of the Fewsks yelled, crouching into a fighting stance.
"Halta Gergo! Setta deno taka yu. Do juso forlata Denj-sa [Stop Gergo! I'm not here to fight. This woman has Denj-sa]." The foreign words rolled of his tongue as if it were his own language (LOL! This is fun! I'm just jumbling a bunch of letters together. My spell check is going nuts ^_^). The Fewsk immediately dropping his fists, then slowly approached the disheveled Prince, cautiously reaching his hand out to touch the unconscious figure in his arms. He snapped his arm back, wincing from the burn on his fingers.
"Toska wend saka [Get her some cold water]," Gergo (The Fewsk) demanded one of the other Fewsks, which ran out of the room frantically.
"Quesk Eskes bodso lumita pala [Look, the Eskes are glowing violet]," the remaining Fewsk stated observantly, looking nervously up at the Prince then over to Gergo.
"Tiska nota sawa [This is very serious]," Gergo sighed, then growled angrily at himself for what he was about to tell the Saiyan, who had so many years ago nearly made the entire Fewsk population obsolete. "Vegeta." The Prince snapped his head up, for he'd been starring at Bulma, and listened to the Fewsk. "Rec hono dolata seko venden xar pula [The condition will cause death if not properly taken care of]."
"Set fitsa to congo jek asxan [I did not know there was a cure]!" Vegeta bellowed, nearly dropping the bundled up Bulma.
"Teska degenflo Vegeta [Calm yourself Vegeta]!" Gergo stomped his foot angrily at his outburst. "Set jek finisa [I was not finished]!" Just then the other Fewsk came running back into the room looking rather nervous in the Prince's presence (Ok, so there are three types of Fewsks. Fighters, farmers, and healers. Gergo is a fighter. The Fewsk that just came back is a farmer, that would be why he's so nervous. But there are very few non- fighters, which is the reason Vegeta did not mention them before. Oh and gender is not an issue. Males and females can be any of the three, though most choose to fight).
"Gergo, tu saka fo reden [Gergo, the cold water is ready]," he squeaked, motioning for Vegeta to follow him. Vegeta nodded at the trembling Fewsk and followed as he was told (He's a farmer. No, not Gergo, the other one).
"Gergo." Was all he had to say and the largest of the Fewsks came running to his side. He was one of the eldest of the Fewsks, a former warrior that still had some fight left in him. After Vegeta's departure long ago he'd vowed revenge. But as the years progressed he became weaker and weaker; he knew now that Vegeta only got stronger in his years away, he could feel it, and he knew he was no match for the Prince. So, sucking up his pride, did as he was told. It was the best way he could assure himself that his planet and people would be safe.
The littlest Fewsk (The one that went to get the water. I'm gonna just name him now, so remember it! :P His name is Nomana from now on, got it? ^_^) scurried ahead of Vegeta and Gergo, winding in and out of narrow corridors (These underground homes are huge and house up to four Fewsk families), leading them to the Fewsk equivalent to a bathroom. Vegeta pushed the two Fewsks aside once they were to their destination, setting Bulma gently in a hole in the ground filled with water as cold as they could manage. Furto (The other Fewsk) came in soon after, holding various tubes and bottles in his arms. He knelt down beside the "tub", glancing at the Prince a moment. He was a healer, specializing in salves and oils that lessened the effects of disease. In this case it would be to cool the Eskes to their original color.
"Farna! Farna! Farna [Father! Father! Father]!" a squeaky feminine voice yelled and a little female Fewsk came running into the "bathroom".
"Tuski! Setta asgo [Tuski! I'm busy]!" Gergo shouted, holding up a hand to stop the child from coming any closer. She stopped dead in her tracks, knowing the tone and volume of his voice meant trouble.
"Nomana, tel paka [Nomana, what happened]?" she asked, looking at the Fewsk who seemed to not be doing anything.
"Teg-lee xon forlata Denj-sa [The Prince's mate has Denj-sa]." Vegeta ears perked immediately at his statement, and he turned and growled at Nomana.
"Vel kasa let xon [She is not my mate]!" he snapped, clenching his fists and causing all the Fewsks to jump, aside from Furto who was busy mixing his salves for Bulma's nearly boiling skin.
"Rama Vegeta [Sorry Vegeta]," Nomana mumbled, grabbing Tuski's hand and quickly leading her out of the room. Though she was already a skilled fighter, she was still no match for the Saiyan Prince (Hmm, do I have anything more to explain? The three adult Fewsks are all males, and Tuski is a female and is eleven). Vegeta kneeled down beside the dirt hole in the middle of the floor, starring at Bulma's lifeless body; she looked dead or very close to it. Her breathing was so low that her chest did not rise and fall, the only indication that he had that she was even alive was the fact that every so often her eye lashes would flutter. He dipped his fingers into the water, frowning when he found it was only lukewarm.
"Cha kata Vegeta [Don't worry Vegeta]," Furto whispered, finishing preparing his supplies. "Geto coo jun [These will help]." He pointed to the salves and oils he had set out on a wooden slab, some mixed with others, and some left alone. "Foo degen meb wend aka [Will you pick her up]?" Vegeta glanced at the Fewsk, who seemed slightly less nervous than the other young one, then reached into the pool and pulled her out. He smiled inwardly, noticing that her body was now tolerable to touch. She was limp like a rag doll, bending every which way when he moved her. He had to re- adjust her legs after setting her on the ground, for they seemed to have a mind of their own and went under her.
Furto went to work right away, spreading certain salves in certain areas. Vegeta noted that he seemed to put only pure oils on the Eskes that were still glowing violet, and salves mixed with oils on the Eskes glowing blue. The pure salves were left for the scratches that were not glowing at all, and were only a precautious that would keep them from becoming Eskes for a short period of time. Once he was sure the Fewsk knew exactly what he was doing and that he would not harm Bulma in any way, he turned to Gergo whose eyebrow seemed to twitch irritably.
"Gergo." The Fewsk jumped out of habit at sudden noises, then looked down at Vegeta who was still kneeling at Bulma's side. "Tel ka asxan hu fit set sa to voo seq [What is the cure and why did I not know about it]?" His voice was amazingly calm, though his facial expression suggested he wanted his tone much rougher.
"Seqka moh..Doonso loifro seq bek la, goy acdica [Its new..The Doonso discovered it last year, by accident]," Gergo replied solemnly (The Doonso are the race that inhabit a planet in the same solar system as Fewskm. And the year is a Fewskm year, which is equivalent to three earth years). He sighed deeply, then continued, ignoring Vegeta's changing expression. "Seqka roo Doon, zelar eul. Seqka yoo stoo [Its on Doon, a blue plant. Its in the roots]."
"Re [Ok]," Vegeta sighed, absentmindedly grabbing Bulma's hand. No one, including himself, seemed to notice. "Furto foo xe no [Furto will come too]." Furto only nodded, knowing there was no way he could get out of it.
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Bulma's eyes flickered open wearily, her head throbbing painfully. The last thing she remembered was feeling sick in the jet-copter and now she was somewhere foreign. Her first reaction was to panic, but then seeing Vegeta in the corner, stopped her wandering mind and she simply sighed. "Where are we?" she asked in a slightly scratchy voice, knowing something happened.
"Eat this." Was all he said, walking over and sitting on the bed she was in, which was nothing more than a few planks of wood set on boulders and covered with soft leaves. Her blanket was made of wool from a sheep-like creature that the Fewsk farmers raised.
"I'm not hungry," she said, pushing the bowl of fruits and nuts away.
"It doesn't matter if you're hungry or not. You need to eat." Once again he shoved the bowl in her face, this time getting the reaction he wanted. She grabbed it from him forcefully, setting it on her lap.
"I'll eat if-" She looked up at him, a hint of worry in her eyes. "-you tell me what happened and where we are."
"You had another Eskes attack," he replied monotone, though the experience had been nothing short of traumatizing for the Prince. "I found you passed out in your silly contraption and brought you here. Here is a Fewsk home." She looked around, taking in her surroundings, the items looked normal enough, though had a more homemade feel to them. The floor, ceiling and walls she noticed were all made of dirt and clay, the furniture either wood or stone.
"I thought the Fewsks were all horrible creatures." He nodded in agreement with what she said, just as Furto wandered in to check on Bulma's progress. He nearly fell over when he saw she was awake but smiled weakly at her, then set the tray he'd been carrying on a table in the corner which Vegeta had been sitting on.
"Wella. Setta Furto [Hello, I'm Furto]," he said politely, not knowing she couldn't understand him.
"Vegeta, what did he just say?" The Fewsk blushed dumbly after realizing she was speaking a foreign language from his own, though it sounded quite familiar. He cleared his throat and attempted to speak to her in her language.
"Hello, I'm Furto." He smiled this time, after she smiled when he spoke a language she understood.
"Hi Furto, I'm Bulma. How do you know Japanese?" This was when Vegeta decided to butt in rudely.
"Fewsks aren't isolated from the rest of the universe like you earthlings," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling at the female he was slowly becoming attached to, though he denied it to himself at every turn.
"Excuse me Vegeta, but I didn't ask you!" she yelled, causing Furto to jump back. "Sorry, he's such a pain." He nodded hesitantly in agreement, being careful not to further upset the Saiyan. "You're not mean."
"W-Why would..I be mean?" He had some difficultly getting out his words, for it'd been so long since he'd spoke in another language.
"Well Vegeta told me all Fewsks are ruthless warriors," she explained, glaring at the Prince for giving her false information.
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "The warriors..do..have their tempers. Most Fewsks are warriors, which is..pr-pr-probably where the Pr-Pr-Prince got his information..I he-he..heal others. Some are farmers..though..very few do any..thing but fight.." He sighed once again after finishing his explanation, happy he was done talking.
"Vegeta!" Once again Furto was caught off guard and jumped at her volume. He was amazed that such a tiny creature could raise her voice so high. The Prince whipped his head in her direction, glaring at the tone she'd chosen to address him in. "The Fewsks are not the murderous band on uncivilized barbarians you claimed them to be!!" she hissed, moving her legs involuntarily and causing the bowl of untouched food on her lap to go flying. He only grunted at her, then exited the room, leaving Furto to pick up the mess. He scurried around picking up the fallen fruits and nuts, though didn't get too far into it before Bulma tried to help.
"Relle [No]," he said quietly in a gentle tone, taking the few pieces of fruit she had gathered and put them in the bowl. She looked at him a moment, trying to figure out what he just told her. She pondered it a moment, then went and sat back down on the bed.
"Did you just say no?" she asked curiously. Learning an alien language wasn't so hard, especially for her. She'd learned Namek after all, why not this language? It didn't seem particularly hard to her.
"Saoi." He blinked twice, then continued. "Er..I mean-" He was about to correct himself when she cut him off.
"Yes. You meant to say yes. Saoi is yes, and relle is no," she said triumphantly, lifting her head slightly higher.
"Saoi," Furto replied happily, though their peaceful moment was suddenly crushed when Vegeta decided to come back.
"Woman." She shot him a death glare, then turned her head away. "Don't ignore me." She didn't respond, infuriating him further. "Woman, eat your food and drink this," he said, grabbing the bowl from Furto and handing it to her, then handing her the goblet in his other hand.
"I told you I'm not hungry." She was back to being stubborn with him. He slapped his hands down on the bed, startling her slightly, and sticking his face in hers.
"You will eat woman and you will not refuse it again," he said in an eerie quiet tone that only he could use which sent shivers down her spine. She was about to protest when she glanced at Furto who looked extremely nervous. She smiled at him, then glared back at Vegeta, picking up one of the darker green fruits and taking a huge bite and splashing some juice on his face. He growled at her from deep in his throat, then whipped the liquid away and sat at the foot of the bed.
"M-M-Miss?" Furto spoke up, his voice trembling. She turned to face him, smiling for how polite he was. "Can I..get..you any..th-ing?" He jerked his head with every syllable spoken, wishing in the back if his mind that she would suddenly know his language.
Noticing his discomfort she smiled and as sweetly as she could said, "Relle." He smiled back and her then turned to leave.
"Re. Lah-bi Bulma [Ok, good-bye Bulma]," he said over his shoulder, then left without another word.
"What, so now you know their language?" Vegeta grunted. She only stuck her tongue out at him and continued to eat the food he was forcing upon her, though purposely lacking in her usual grace for the pleasure of seeing him wrinkle his nose in disgust. *Only she could look that bad and that good at the same time.* He shook his head at the thought, scowling down at the floor. He was going to have to work harder to keep his mind off her. But how? Now he was going to another planet in search of a cure for a woman he could barely tolerate. Just the mere though of it baffled him. He could not believe how soft he was becoming. Only she could do this to him. Only she could make his pulse quicken with passion, lust, and anger all at once. She was who he lived to hate yet couldn't live without suddenly. He'd found love without searching for it or even wanting it. He'd pushed the feeling away every time it presented itself, which now left him at a crossroad and he didn't know where to go. It disgusted him, yet he knew, in the farthest depths of his mind, that he could not live without it, without her. *Woman, I hate you.*
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---Chapter 7!! There you are!! I hope you enjoy it!! :D Sorry it took so long to update. I was working on other fics, and sort of had writer's block on this one. But now I'm back on track. I like the way this one turned out. Wouldn't want it any other way :P Hope the Fewsks' language didn't bother you too much. I enjoyed making it up heehee. I was even careful to go back and use the same words or parts of words that I had before.
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Next time: Bulma finds out about Doon, but there's a mixture of emotions when they finally board the ship. What could have happened?