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A/n K, I decided to make a short chapter real quick cause some people seem to think I've ended it. I won't end it until the end of the Ralfor mission (Member that? Woes of An Assassin?) K, it's not exactly short, but not too thought through, Anywayz, enjoy! ::smiles widely::
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Assassins, How We Got Here, Chapter 11, Bit of a Break
:::Breath Bulma, just breath. Stay calm, you're fine. Everything's alright, there's no reason to…PANIC!!!!!::: Bulma slipped and began to fall, fifty three stories, off of a simulated skyscraper. Though it was only a simulation, the results were very real. Should she die here, she would die in real life.
Thinking quickly, she pulled out her trusty whip. She flipped her body in mid-air, her back facing the ground. She wasn't worried; she had time before the big splat. She watched carefully for something for her whip to hold on to…nothing, nothing…THERE! Bulma flicked her wrist to the right, causing her whip to fly in the objects general direction. Score! It caught…But, wait…Wouldn't that mean that….
Bulma silently cursed at her stupid ness when the line suddenly jerked her body to a halt. She would have yelled her curses, but the object of the simulation was stealth. So, she hung in the air, motionless, about twenty-two stories up. How she did that…don't ask, she doesn't even know. Bulma concentrated on her body, willing it to change into a medium sized raven. She concentrated on the body first, ebony colored feathers, the color of Vegeta's eyes, with dark blue patterns; Bulma chuckled. Her patterns reminded her of a similar patter that was used for X-Men on the Night Crawler. She remembered watching it the first time, in Albert's lap. Bulma winced visibly, though it only looked like he had cocked her raven head. She was over his death, but it still hurt to think about him.
Bulma concentrated once more on her form; this time on the aerodynamics of the body. She willed her body to bend to the correct form and bone structure of a raven, so she could easily fly. As soon as this was complete, Bulma, with one of her claws, pressed the release button on the whips hold of the object it was latched to. It willingly came back, like a puppy to its master, and re-sheathed itself. Bulma made sure it was firmly in her claws before she began the long flight back to the top of the sky scraper, to restart her mission… This was going to be a long day…
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"What the hell was that!?" Commander Commander yelled at Bulma as soon as she had completed the simulation. His face was hidden from view, but she could tell easily that it was more than likely purple.
"What was what?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, a gesture she was always fond of, but had begun to use it more and more over the prolonged exposure to the very curious Vegeta.
"The bird! Where did it come from?! Where did you go!?" the commander was near hysterics when he had finished.
"That "bird" was me. I'm sorry sir. I neglected to mention to you that I have shape shifting abilities. I have been so busy, so distracted, I had forgotten myself sir," Bulma said, averting her eyes. The commander's armor groaned and clanged as he stomped, rather loudly, at her words.
"No excuses!" he screamed. "Back to your quarters immediately!" Bulma knew better than to argue with the commander when he was like this. She practically ran to her quarters, crying slightly, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. She did what her instincts told her to do in a moment of crises, and ended up completing the simulation, what was the problem? She sat in a small corner beside her favorite mahogany armoire (which was hidden from view if you walked in the door…actually, the only way to see her, because of the shelf next to the armoire, was to stand directly in the line of the corner) and cried softly with her arms wrapped around her legs. She wasn't sure how long she had been there before someone entered, calling her name.
"What do you want Vegeta?" she cried out hoarsely. She tried to hide the evidence of her crying.
"Bulma? Where are…there you are little one. What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern. Over the three weeks she had been here, he had really taken a liking to her. She was kind, compassionate, and easy to open up to, not to mention very nice to look at.
"Nothing," Bulma whispered. "Everything's fine," she said, returning her head to between her legs. Vegeta walked over to her corner and lifted her gracefully in his arms. He took her small frame over to the bed and laid her down gently. "Little one," he started, he had given her that name the first day they had met, and it stuck to her dismay, "everything's fine little one. Don't worry about the commander. He didn't mean it, really, he just has a hard time controlling his temper sometimes. I'm sure later he'll be calling for a celebration, it's been eighty-five years since we've had a changeling," Vegeta said with a foxes grin. Bulma looked up at him for a moment. Then laughed. "What! What's so funny!?" he asked, he checked his face in the mirror…nope, nothing there.
"Your eyes. I was looking at your eyes. You look good with green eyes," Bulma said with a smile.
"You think so?" he asked with a sly grin. :::Good, she's smiling…hmmm, this should be fun.::: Vegeta smirked at her change of expression from amusement to suspicion. He slowly climbed on to the bed and trapped her underneath him. "Really my little fox? You like the green?" he asked in a husky voice. Bulma raised her eyebrow at first, then laughed. She'd caught on.
"Yes my overgrown kitty, you look positively ravishing with such eyes," she said crawling out from underneath him and back on to him. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him, he smiled widely at this. She began to slowly make her way up his legs and had just about had him straddled when they both, simultaneously, began to laugh uncontrollably. Bulma climbed off of him and he drew her into his arms.
"Do not distress little one. The commander like you believe it or not, he just has to be tough on you because you are being trained. Well, he's always like that, but after the first few years it gets amusing rather than intimidating. I promise," he said, gently rocking her back and forth.
"You always know what to say Veggie head," she said with a grateful, yet mischievous smirk.
"Hey!" he protested. "Do not call me that!" Bulma laughed and bounced out of his grip and ran towards her entrance door, only to be tackled to the wall next to it by a rather large ten foot giant (A/n Noooo really he's positively TINY!! I'm idiotic sometimes, lol...though I'm sure you know that by now…anyway). Bulma giggled as he began to relentlessly tickle her. Her giggles turned into laughs and her laughs into pleas for help. It was just about then that the commander decided to come in, sword drawn.
"Vegeta! God child, don't scare me like that!" he said breathlessly. "I was about two corridors away when I heard you screaming…Honestly, haven't ran that fast since I was at least thirty…give an old man a heart attack." Bulma, who was still recovering from the tickle attack, slid to the floor.
"I'm (pant pant) I'm sorry sir, I was (pant pant) and then he (pant pant pant)," Bulma tried to talk but ended up giving up and giggling again from her lack of success. Though, once she realized WHO was in the room she sobered up a little.
"Don't try to kill yourself child it is fine I was just….wait…Vegeta, what are you doing in here anyway?" the commander asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I came to congratulate her sir, then I saw her…" Vegeta blushed. Though, the commander got the wrong idea about the blush.
"You're still young Vegeta, I wouldn't suggest any…extracurricular activity…until you're both…umm… older? Yes, that's the word," the commander blushed under his visor, but no one would ever know.
"No! It was noting like that sir! Really! I found her crying, she was confused, so I comforted her sir!" Vegeta's young face was the color of his old home's soil. (A/n deep red O.o) The information just made the commander blush even more fiercely.
"Yes…umm, well…Banquet tonight in your honor Lady Bulma," the commander said, taking her hand to his visor where, she presumed, his lips should be, "formal dress I think. Have a nice day, the two of you." And he was gone before you could say cactus (A/n NO idea where that came from o.O). Bulma and Vegeta laughed at his retreating form.
"Well, that is not something you see everyday, a blushing commander," Vegeta mocked, laughter apparent in his voice.
"He was blushing?" Bulma asked with wide eyes.
"Yes, he sure was. So what will you be wearing to this banquet this evening, Lady Bulma?" Vegeta asked, mocking the commander's actions of kissing her hand, as he said Lady with quiet an emphasis on it. Bulma snatched her hand away instantly.
"It is Princess Bulma to you!" she snapped and walked to her closet with every bit of grace of a well trained princess.
"Indeed, forgive me Princess Bulma. Though, if we are back to formalities, I suggest you address me as Prince Vegeta, heir to the high thrown of Vegetasei," Vegeta said with a raised eyebrow.
"Prince? I didn't know you were a prince. I always thought you were just naturally arrogant and pompous," Bulma said with a small grin.
"No, no. I am afraid it was beaten into me as a child. Forgive me, I am quite sure you, along with everyone else I know, are very annoyed with my method of speech, though I believe it is one thing that will never be forgotten from my younger years," Vegeta said seating himself.
"So what happened? How did you go from heir to the Vegetasei thrown, to Assassin extraordinaire?" Bulma asked, mimicking his favorite gesture.
"The day you tell me how you came to be an assassin, is the day I will tell you how I became an assassin," Vegeta said shortly.
"I am sorry dear prince. I did not mean to intrude. Though, by your answer it must have been quite painful," Bulma said looking away, all too familiar with painful memories. She located what she was looking for in her closet. "Ah ha!" she said triumphantly, and turned to him. "What do you think?" she inquired happily. Vegeta took one look at the dress and grimaced.
"This is a formal banquet. We can not have appearing, as the guest of honor, in rags such as those, come now. I will find you something…suitable, for you to wear," he said with an upturned nose. He took the dress she had presented him and threw it near the waste basket. "Put on your shoes and let us go Madame," he said in a kinder tone. Bulma nodded and went towards her shoes.
"I'll be out in a minute Vegeta," she said with a fake smile. Vegeta nodded and exited the room, in order to arrange a ride into town. Bulma scurried over to the dress and picked it up, hugging it. She looked it over a few times…It wouldn't have fit her anyways…Bulma snorted, ya right. Like it'd be hard to alter that little problem by merely changing her form.
Bulma looked over the elegant dress. It was pure white. It had diamonds, real diamonds, in various patterns across the front. It was a beautiful dress, though it looked as if a five year old would wear it. :::Actually::: Bulma mused ::: A five year old DID wear the dress.::: Bulma sighed and put her wedding dress back into its place, pulled on some steal-toed boots, and exited the room.
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"Bulma my dear, you look positively amazing tonight!" Goku, one of the elite assassins said with a large grin.
"Why thank you kind sir," Bulma mocked with a curtsy. Goku laughed. Vegeta, her date for the evening, retuned with their drinks.
"Kakkarott, where is your harpy?" Vegeta asked politely, earning a punch from a taller than usually Bulma. "What!? I was just asking where Chi-Chi was!" he said, faking a hurtful expression.
"It's alright Bulma, that's her nickname to him. I have to admit I accidentally say it every now and then," Goku said with, yet another, large grin.
"So is that your nickname? Kakkarott I mean?" Bulma asked.
"No, no. It's my birth name. I am a Sayain, actually," he responded politely.
"Sayain? What's a Sayain?" Bulma asked curiously. Goku chocked on his drink.
"You mean to tell me, Vegeta, that you have been dating her without telling her of your heritage?" Goku said, baffled.
"I do not believe we are "dating" Kakkarott, just friends, plus I informed her that I was prince of Vegetasei. It has only just occurred to me that perhaps she doesn't know much about other races. Her planet was secluded from the rest of the galaxy after all…hmm, I suppose I will have to drill you on that," Vegeta said with a thoughtful look in his eye.
"Seriously guys, what's a Sayain?" Bulma asked, a little annoyed.
"Sayains normally have tails that is one of the main reasons we aren't considered humans. There are also other qualities that I won't bore you with," Goku said with a smile that said, 'I won't bore myself with such qualities.'
"Bulma, would you like to dance?" Vegeta asked gently.
"Of course kind sir," Bulma answered with a small curtsy and a blush. She played the part of a virgin very well, though that's all it was, a part to play. Vegeta expertly whisked Bulma onto the ball room's dance floor where they began the tango.
"I presume you may have some questions?" he said quietly.
"Bien sûr monsieur," she answered in a whisper. He loved it when she talked French. (A/n LMAO Does anyone else get the irony in that?) "What are the other "characteristics" Goku spoke of?" Bulma asked before they spun (A/n K, I have n clue HOW to tango, so sorry if it's sloppy ::Smiles:: you know you still love me though).
As they came back together he answered, "For one our abilities are more powered. Such as speed. I can travel at an effortless jog and beat the fastest jet, let alone car, that a human can make…(separate, come back together)…Another would be the ability to fly. Well, anyone can but only Sayains and anyone trained by a Sayain can…(separate, come back together)…mental process, we are quite bright and quite the successful tacticians, our minds work out worst-case scenarios instinctively in any case. Hard to explain… you already know of (separate, come back together)…the tails, which by the way have been concealed to his our identities, I think that's about it," Vegeta replied.
"And the wings?" Bulma asked brightly.
"The wings are merely implants though very useable I'd say," Vegeta said with a smirk. Obvious some old memory.
"How old are you?" Bulma inquired.
"Twenty-four, you?" Vegeta replied.
"Sixteen." This made Vegeta come to an abrupt halt. "Shape shifter," she said before he could ask. He nodded shakily and continued the dance, despite glares from the other couples.
"Ahem, uh, sorry, perhaps we should sit down and eat, Bulma," Vegeta said with a soft look.
"Sure," she smiled brightly. "Why not?"
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A/n Well!?!?! Again, THIS IS NOT THE END, refer to the top if you didn't read it! Holy crap! I guess it's NOT short ::grins like a cat with a canary in its mouth:: I don't feel like revising, so Bleh!
Random Majin Vegeta Otaku- Glad to hear you like it! ::smiles smugly:: Of course I'm gonna write more! I love it too!! Lol. I'll end it right at the beginning of the sequel (O.o if you've read it you'd know where that is…lol)
mT96- Soon enough? Lol, I suppose we did both update huh? Yes I'm gonna review it too! I've been working on this though ::looks peevish:: Sorry ::lopsided grin::
Ryoka-space-pirate- NO THIS IS NOT THE END! Lol, how can you say such a thing ::cries:: lol, I promise I'll even put up a new chapter of Woes Of An Assassin, WAY revised soon even ::smiles::
Zicke: No review! O.O lol, first time for everything I guess ::smiles understandingly::
Lenk: No review! O.O lol, first time for everything I guess ::smiles understandingly::
