Krillin started to freak out. "Deathstalker?! It's too soon!! We're supposed to outrun him!!!" Bulma grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "Listen to me. As long as I control this ship and I have you guys to back me up, This Vegeta, this Deathstalker isn't going to touch us." Krillin nodded shakily. Bulma stood up and barked out orders. "Piccolo, You check the ship out of the docking bay. You get these guys moving faster than I do. Gohan, Switch the hologram shield on, If we can't disappear, we'll just change shape. Goku, man the guns, only the particle blasters, We may have a scuffle on our hands. I'll work the vid-screen and screw up some of their shield dispersers, Gravitron rays, and other little gizmos that they could use against us. Krillin, you have one of the harder jobs. Go down to the engine room, switch our engine from Az-24s to the Cx-36v. Just switch the cannon wires and the fracturialan sprocket." The group nodded and blasted off to their jobs. ::Aeiko!::
::At yer service! What can I do you for?::
::Shut up. Scramble their communications and keep them busy. We're gonna need the time. Where are they now?::
::Just finished with the second ship. Heading over to the dock across from us.::
::Gotcha. Send the info to the rest of the crew by intercom. Hurry!!::
::Yeah yeah yeah. Keep your little space boots on.::
`Attention! Guess what! Our saiyan friend is one dock away! So lets move it people!! Come on!! Hup two three four!' Aeiko announced.
Bulma pulled up the vid screen and hacked into the Armada ship computer. She clicked a few keys and watched with mild interest as wires shorted and the computer went haywire. ::Gotcha.:: she thought. ::Aeiko, how much time do we have left?::
::None. They will be boarding soon. Get those bracelets on and hurry! They're on the first tier.::
Bulma nodded and slapped her bracelet on. One of her earlier inventions, it was disguised as a communication device, when in all actuality, it projected a holographic image around the wearer, changing all aspects of the person into someone else. She pressed the button on the side and watched as she grew more muscular, still feminine, but muscles more rounded and defined. Her eyes became black and devoid of emotion. Her once blue hair distorted into spiky dark brown hair. A brown tail flicked behind her, it's movements corresponding with her moods. Her tattered coat became a black cape, and her worn suit became armoured. She pulled up a reflective mirror and glanced around her reflection, checking for any flickers or distortions.
::They're heeeere.::
::Shut up Aeiko. Now who am I today?::
::You are Naka Aran. Rogue Saiyan mercenary. You left Vegetasei to seek your fortune out in Space.::
::This is the third time you've made me a saiyan. Just because you have a little ole crush on Goku doesn't mean you have to degrade me.::
::Oh. Now where's the fun in that?::
Bulma closed her eyes in exasperation. ::Hurry up and change me into a Kailarian. At least they look good.::
::I don't know. This guy's pretty good lookin'.::
::What are you talking about? Change me!::
::Too late. Open your eyes.::
Bulma opened her eyes to find herself staring into the deepest, darkest black eyes she had ever seen in her life. He had angular features with a flare of black hair adorning his head, with the meanest looking scowl she had ever seen, set upon his face. He was about an inch taller than she herself but held himself like royalty. Bulma regarded him silently. The sound of footsteps at the doorway averted her eyes away from the bounty hunter. There in the doorway were Goku, Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillin. All four had their own separate bracelets on. Krillin was a white monk from the planet Kurai. Only his skin color was changed into a pale white color. Gohan was a small Gracean child. Light blue skin with neon green hair and large red eyes. Piccolo looked almost human. He had blue eyes and grey skin with brown robes on. Goku looked the best. He was Nidoric. His hair was white, long and straight. His black eyes were now a slanted green and his ears had a point at the tip. His
clothes were all black and wore a long duster coat over his ensemble.
Bulma looked at the bounty hunter again and bowed her head slightly. "Get on. Get off." she snapped. The Galactic Armada made their way throughout the ship, getting one of the four Z seishi to lead them to engine room etc. Vegeta stayed behind and looked closely at Bulma.
"Where is the insignia for your rank?" he asked.
"I no longer serve Vegetasei, therefore I have no rank, nor wish to have one." she replied.
The bounty hunter regarded her carefully. His eyes traveled from the tips of her boots to the top of her head. The Armada made their way back to the deck and the captain signed their release sheet. " Your paperwork checks out. Go on. You're free to leave." He turned to leave but was stayed by Vegeta's hand.
"Something is not right here." Vegeta stated. He made a thorough check of the deck and of the ship itself. When he could find nothing wrong he motioned to the captain and turned to leave. He turned his head to look at Bulma. "What is your name?"
"Naka Aran." she replied.
"We will meet again. You're hiding something from me. I will find out what it is. Be sure of that." with that he turned and left leaving a bewildered Bulma standing on the deck.
Bulma let out the breath she had been holding and laughed. ::What a rush!! I thought he would have found us out!::
Aeiko snorted. ::He knows babe. Not that you're the `space siren' but that you aren't quit what you seem.::
::Wow. I guess that makes me an enigma. How cool is that?:: She pressed the button on her bracelet again and watched once more as her clothes, hair, body, and eyes, reverted back to their normal state.
::Umm Ma-chan? We have a visitor.::
Bulma spun around quickly to find Vegeta waiting in the corridor behind the doorway. Bulma's eyes widened. She grinned sheepishly. "Heh...um....hi?" Vegeta's eyes narrowed and made a move to step through the doorway.
::Aeiko, move your computated ass and seal that door!!::
::Okiedokies!!:: The door in front of the bounty hunter shut quickly, letting the last image he saw be of Bulma waving to him and grinning.
::At yer service! What can I do you for?::
::Shut up. Scramble their communications and keep them busy. We're gonna need the time. Where are they now?::
::Just finished with the second ship. Heading over to the dock across from us.::
::Gotcha. Send the info to the rest of the crew by intercom. Hurry!!::
::Yeah yeah yeah. Keep your little space boots on.::
`Attention! Guess what! Our saiyan friend is one dock away! So lets move it people!! Come on!! Hup two three four!' Aeiko announced.
Bulma pulled up the vid screen and hacked into the Armada ship computer. She clicked a few keys and watched with mild interest as wires shorted and the computer went haywire. ::Gotcha.:: she thought. ::Aeiko, how much time do we have left?::
::None. They will be boarding soon. Get those bracelets on and hurry! They're on the first tier.::
Bulma nodded and slapped her bracelet on. One of her earlier inventions, it was disguised as a communication device, when in all actuality, it projected a holographic image around the wearer, changing all aspects of the person into someone else. She pressed the button on the side and watched as she grew more muscular, still feminine, but muscles more rounded and defined. Her eyes became black and devoid of emotion. Her once blue hair distorted into spiky dark brown hair. A brown tail flicked behind her, it's movements corresponding with her moods. Her tattered coat became a black cape, and her worn suit became armoured. She pulled up a reflective mirror and glanced around her reflection, checking for any flickers or distortions.
::They're heeeere.::
::Shut up Aeiko. Now who am I today?::
::You are Naka Aran. Rogue Saiyan mercenary. You left Vegetasei to seek your fortune out in Space.::
::This is the third time you've made me a saiyan. Just because you have a little ole crush on Goku doesn't mean you have to degrade me.::
::Oh. Now where's the fun in that?::
Bulma closed her eyes in exasperation. ::Hurry up and change me into a Kailarian. At least they look good.::
::I don't know. This guy's pretty good lookin'.::
::What are you talking about? Change me!::
::Too late. Open your eyes.::
Bulma opened her eyes to find herself staring into the deepest, darkest black eyes she had ever seen in her life. He had angular features with a flare of black hair adorning his head, with the meanest looking scowl she had ever seen, set upon his face. He was about an inch taller than she herself but held himself like royalty. Bulma regarded him silently. The sound of footsteps at the doorway averted her eyes away from the bounty hunter. There in the doorway were Goku, Piccolo, Gohan, and Krillin. All four had their own separate bracelets on. Krillin was a white monk from the planet Kurai. Only his skin color was changed into a pale white color. Gohan was a small Gracean child. Light blue skin with neon green hair and large red eyes. Piccolo looked almost human. He had blue eyes and grey skin with brown robes on. Goku looked the best. He was Nidoric. His hair was white, long and straight. His black eyes were now a slanted green and his ears had a point at the tip. His
clothes were all black and wore a long duster coat over his ensemble.
Bulma looked at the bounty hunter again and bowed her head slightly. "Get on. Get off." she snapped. The Galactic Armada made their way throughout the ship, getting one of the four Z seishi to lead them to engine room etc. Vegeta stayed behind and looked closely at Bulma.
"Where is the insignia for your rank?" he asked.
"I no longer serve Vegetasei, therefore I have no rank, nor wish to have one." she replied.
The bounty hunter regarded her carefully. His eyes traveled from the tips of her boots to the top of her head. The Armada made their way back to the deck and the captain signed their release sheet. " Your paperwork checks out. Go on. You're free to leave." He turned to leave but was stayed by Vegeta's hand.
"Something is not right here." Vegeta stated. He made a thorough check of the deck and of the ship itself. When he could find nothing wrong he motioned to the captain and turned to leave. He turned his head to look at Bulma. "What is your name?"
"Naka Aran." she replied.
"We will meet again. You're hiding something from me. I will find out what it is. Be sure of that." with that he turned and left leaving a bewildered Bulma standing on the deck.
Bulma let out the breath she had been holding and laughed. ::What a rush!! I thought he would have found us out!::
Aeiko snorted. ::He knows babe. Not that you're the `space siren' but that you aren't quit what you seem.::
::Wow. I guess that makes me an enigma. How cool is that?:: She pressed the button on her bracelet again and watched once more as her clothes, hair, body, and eyes, reverted back to their normal state.
::Umm Ma-chan? We have a visitor.::
Bulma spun around quickly to find Vegeta waiting in the corridor behind the doorway. Bulma's eyes widened. She grinned sheepishly. "Heh...um....hi?" Vegeta's eyes narrowed and made a move to step through the doorway.
::Aeiko, move your computated ass and seal that door!!::
::Okiedokies!!:: The door in front of the bounty hunter shut quickly, letting the last image he saw be of Bulma waving to him and grinning.