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Chapter 2: A Rough Landing
Bulma punched in a complicated series of numbers to show the ship where to go. The trip would take a little more than ten days to reach the planet Vegeta-sei. Dr. Briefs had issued a whole new model ship made just for this little cruise. He wanted the best for his little only daughter. Bulma smiled at that thought. After much persuasion, Bulma had succeeded in convincing her father she was the right person for this job. He had been skeptical at first, but had given in once she gave him her "big eyes shining with tears."
As of now they were still on their way heading out of Earth, and the crew was busy setting up for the voyage. Also at the moment, her communicators were speaking with the foreign delegates in the other room through a vast series of signals and lines that connected them to the planet of Vegeta- sei.
"Let's get going people! I want to get a good start and maybe get there early!" Bulma shouted above the din of the spacecraft. "Coordinates set: 3659, Planet Vegeta-sei set in course: 2731 moving along the Milky Way. Johnson, I need some backup on Sector 35."
"Yes Ma'am. Sector 35 secured."
"Excellent. Ladies and gentlemen, we are under way."
10 Days Later...
They were making superb time. Closing in on Planet Vegeta-sei, Bulma ordered the communicators to get in contact with the foreigners and let them know that they would arrive within the half hour.
Meanwhile, she went into her private quarters to change out of her travel clothes and into the dry-cleaned and pressed suit she had bought just for this occasion. It was nothing big, just black slacks, a blue top to match her hair, and a black jacket that went with the pants over it. With her flowing river of blue hair that went well down her back, she looked very imposing and intimidating, at least she thought so.
As she walked out of her room, heads turned at her classy ensemble but she ignored the stares. Suddenly the craft lurched, and Bulma along with everyone else tumbled to the floor, all sliding in the same direction.
"What the hell is going on?" Bulma yelled, and grabbed hold of a table leg nailed to the floor.
"Ma'am! The gravity of Planet Vegeta-sei is much heavier than that of Earth's! The gravity has taken a too strong hold of us and is bringing us in way too fast!"
"Shit," she murmured under her breath. What to do, what to do... "Okay, everyone steady," Bulma said as the ship quaked again, "Malcolm, contact the foreigners again, they will know what to do. Cassidy, run downstairs and check the power. Johnson, you and I will manually guide the ship. Carrie, you keep order up here. Let's move!"
Everyone scrambled to their feet and went off to their assigned jobs. Bulma got up and made her way over to the cockpit that was now empty and let Johnson take the passenger wheel while she squeezed in and took the main wheel. They put their headsets on and buckled up, Bulma switching the gears from automatic to manual.
"You take care of engine fuels and all that crap, I'll take the wheel, Matt. This is our only chance, otherwise we go crashing and die, let's make this work." She yelled as she thrust the throttle, jammed on the pedals, and turned the wheel.
"If we get close enough to the surface and then immediately turn upright again, the atmosphere won't hurt us. We will be able to land safely, although probably not at the port."
"So basically you're saying I drive this baby straight down and then risk our necks by pure luck? Matt, you are officially crazy."
"I may be crazy, Captain, but I'm right."
"I'm trusting your judgment, Matt."
"Thank you Ma'am, means a lot."
"Don't push it."
"Yes Ma'am."
Bulma chuckled as she spoke into her headset: "Everyone buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride."
After one more gut wrenching lurch, Bulma decided it was time. "Here goes nothing!"
She thrust the wheel forward, and down they went, falling, falling, falling. The last few moments were a rush, she barely remembered them afterward. She swore she saw her life flash before her eyes. The land came into focus....it was going too fast, she wouldn't be able to stop! Too much pressure!
"NOW BULMA! NOW! DO IT NOW!"
The voice cut through her like a knife and she brought the wheel back towards her and the nose of the ship went upright once again. The pressure in the cabin lessened, and Bulma felt her ears pop and her nose bleed.
"Good...lead us in nice and easy....good Bulma....you can finish it. Just a little more."
Matt's voice was like a guide in her head, and her keen sense of ships and science told her exactly where to park this hunk of metal. In fact, they hadn't landed that far from the premises of the airport. Bulma felt the craft land with a thump and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Matt nudged her.
"Oh, right," she whispered.
"This is Earth's Messenger: report: we have landed safely. 84562 I repeat: we have landed safely. Over," Bulma's heart raced and swelled as she heard cheers from the other room.
"Nice work, Bulma, nice work. You saved us."
"I couldn't have done it without you, any of you for that matter."
"Leave the ship to us, Captain, and you take care of the political crap."
"It's a deal."
She walked down the steps to meet the most formidable looking of all of them. He was actually quite short, but his raven black hair, and sharp, angled face showed otherwise. There was a glow about him, a very powerful and dangerous aura that Bulma would be too afraid to attempt to decipher. She was curious though, so very curious that she forgot where she was for a moment.
The man's rough voice reminded her though.
"Welcome, Ambassador, to the planet of Vegeta-sei."
Hey everyone I'm back! I'm so very sorry for not updating for what felt like years. But the school year is wrapping up and I was super busy, so please don't hang me for not writing. But what is there to motivate me more, you ask? You know the answer, come' on. REVIEWS ARE THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING! You know the drill. Chapter Three coming soon...and this time I mean it!