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Chapter 6:
Audience Outside
Bulma curled up in a corner of the single-roomed house, watching Vegeta sleep. There was a toliet, sink, and shower with only a curtain for privacy, a kitchen, one king-sized bed, two dressers, and a large table in the room. To her, it was even more terrible than the metallic room she was placed in on Incoz's ship. It had the same floor though, and she found it calming to watch the shapes and patterns change over and over. After a while, she finally worked up enough nerve to walk over to Vegeta. She tried to lift him up and take him over to the bed, but failed...so she settled on dragging him across the room. Then she pushed and pulled him onto the covers. She learned the hard way that he was much heavier than he looked. For a while, she sat next to his still form on the bed, then she decided to explore the small place. The blue dresser was filled with feminine clothes, the black one held more masculene, men's clothes. The kitchen had all the essentials including running water, a frige-looking device, dishes, and other appliances. The bathroom was in working order, and the woman was elated to discover that it included women's tolietries ( ^_^ can't live without 'em, eh girls?!) and hair supplies. After she was satisfied with her observations, and seeing the Saiyan still out like a light, she went to pick out clean clothes. When her outfit was chosen (a toga-looking green dress), she stripped down and stepped into the shower. The soothing water was just what she needed to wipe off the day-old grime and make-up. When she exited the stall, she felt clean and refreshed. She quickly slipped on her new clothes and admired herself in the mirror as she combed her hair. It came as a surprise when she glanced back at her reflection and saw another in addition to her own, Vegeta was awake.
"How long was I out?" he asked in his grumpy way.
"Less than an hour." she replied.
"Where'd the freak go?"
"He sent in guards and they deposited us here. They haven't come back so I guess we're stuck. Do you think we'll ever get back to Earth?" Bulma asked, turning around.
"Not with the proposition they gave us. I think they'll keep us here for a long, long time for disagreeing. Which means my training will have to go on hold." Vegeta answered shortly.
"Oh Vegeta! What are we gonna do?! We're captured on a foreign planet with some freak that wants us to...to...you know, and nobody even knows we're gone! We could be held here forever! And no one would even know where to look for us! For Kami's sake, I don't even know where this damn planet is located! How will the others find us?!" Bulma cried out in despair.
"Calm down woman. Spazzing out won't do us any good. I see there is a kitchen, go busy yourself with a meal for me. I haven't eaten since that crappie dinner on the ship. After that we'll figure out what to do. In the meantime, I'm going to shower." Vegeta answered.
"Okay, the black dresser is the one with the men's clothes." Bulma shakily told him.
Vegeta nodded and stalked over to the dresser she'd instructed. He shuffled through the odd clothing before comming up with a gray tunic and spandex shorts of the same color. Then he took the clothes, drew the curtain around himself, and started the shower. Some time later, he emerged from the curtain in his chosen outfit.
"Um Vegeta?" Bulma started.
"What now woman?" Vegeta grunted.
"Tunics are supposed to be worn alone."
"I don't care. I don't have what you earthlings call 'undergarments,' so there is no way I am going to wear that sorry excuse for an oversized t- shirt with nothing under it. Got it?"
"Yes. You're food's almost done." Bulma said.
"Good." he growled. "What is it?"
"Some sort of orange mush with chunky yellow stuff on the side. And a brown liquid to drink." she answered.
"Aren't you eating any?"
"No, just cooking it makes my stomach turn."
"You are going to have to eat something in the time that we are here, woman."
"Who cares, if we're going to be here for a long time, I'd rather starve to death than be their science experiment."
"Stupid, but you do have a point. What the he-?" Vegeta started as he looked over to one of the few windows in the house to see about fifty faces peering in at him and Bulma.
"Yes folks! In here stays the two who will produce the new protector of our planet! Please, stay at least one foot away from the viewing portal. The male is aggressive and protective, but the female is docile and friendly. The female has great intelligence that rivals the male's strength. Her name is Bulma, Bulma Briefs; human from planet Earth. His name is Price Vegeta; formerly of planet Vegeta, he now lives with Bulma on Earth. These fine specimens were brought to our planet by Incoz, the body- possessor. Any questions on how he managed to get these two exquisite creatures here will be answered outside of the Main Lab every three hours." a Yangh guide stated.
"Vegeta," Bulma giggled, "I think they're holding tours of us! Did you hear how they described us?! Weird huh? Especially since we didn't agree to anything."
Vegeta just growled in response.
Bulma walked over to the viewing portal that resembled a window. "Hello there!" she greeted the jackals on the other side.
"Woman! Get the hell away from there!" Vegeta ordered.
The Kraston natives gasped when they saw Bulma.
"Yes folks, she is quite a beauty. Beauty and brains all wrapped up in one neat package!" the guide spoke.
"DAMMIT WOMAN! I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY FROM THERE!" Vegeta roared, stomping over to her. As he grabbed her shoulders roughly, the audience gasped again.
"Ah! Here is the mighty male! Prince Vegeta himself. Notice how he mistreats the lovely female, one has to wonder why she would choose him. But strength does overcome all obstacles, so maybe that is the reason. Be thankful we aren't that barbaric folks!" the jackal leader put in with a higher-than-thou voice.
"Hey! That's not nice! You let her go this instant!" called a voice from the crowd.
"Yeah! Leave her be! She's not causing any harm!" another added.
"You big meanie! Quit hurting her!"
"Stop it! You aren't her boss!"
"Now people, this is natural. I was assured that this is part of the courtship ceremony..." started the guide.
"WHAT?! WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT! I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE HER MY MATE! I AM TRYING TO GET HER TO OBEY ME!" Vegeta crowed.
"Let me read something to you, my friends: Ahem! 'Male Saiyans only mate with females in heat, and when they do chose a mate, it is for life. In the Saiyan culture, it is natural for the male to be aggressive towards the female during courtship. By showing her this form of superiority, the male is proclaiming his strength. It is necessary for the female to chose a strong mate to produce strong offspring. The male will often attempt to control every aspect of the female's life when he has taken a fancy to her, these signs may include an increased attempt to dominate her as well as isolate her from all others. Aggression is the first sure sign, however, that the male wishes her to be his. Of course this may also be interpreted as simple jealousy of one another. Competion among males for the right to mate is also common, if there is no other male to challenge him, the dominant may take to fighting or even killing innocent others who are not even interested in the female at stake. If a male even so much as looks wrongly at the female of another, he is, by Saiyan law and custom, forced to fight to the death with the original male. All in all, Saiyan males continue to bully and initiate fights until the desired female is secured as his mate physically.' That, ladies and gentlemen, was a short paragraph from Doctor Ungo's famous documentary, Saiyan Mating Rituals and Courtships: The Extensive Study. If you want a copy, they are available for sale at the Guiding Post. One on humans will also be available in a matter of months. Now let us continue our observations on these two facinating creatures."
Bulma was stunned at what the guide read. Were Saiyans really that...possessive?!
Vegeta growled again. Nearly everything that stupid doctor had recorded was true. At least as he remembered it. He'd watched mating ceremonies hundreds of times as a young child, they had never interested him though. By Saiyan law, his father was to chose his mate; so there would have been no confrontation of any sort. But the Saiyans were gone, his father was gone, his planet was gone. And here he was, in a foreign land, being held prisoner by a yellow lizard and a bunch of overgrown dogs, and his bossiness was being misinterpreted as courtship! He needed to be more careful or he might wind up actually mating the loud-mouthed human female, now that was a frightening thought!
Vegeta let go of Bulma's shoulders and stalked back over to his dinner. Lucky for him, Bulma had turned off the stove before going to investigate the crowd at the window, otherwise his food would have been burnt. He picked up the pans of mush and dumped them onto three plates. Then he took them over to the table and began eating.
"Woman! Come over here and eat...right now!" Vegeta ordered between bites.
"I told you, I'm not hungry! Baka prince!" Bulma shouted back.
"Loss of appetite and slight moodiness...could that mean that she is already carrying our savior, folks?!" the guide chimed.
"Wha-? Oh my Kami, I'm just not hungry. I haven't done anything with Vegeta that might end up in my carrying a hybrid child. And if I can help it, that won't ever happen!" Bulma proclaimed to the crowd. "Not that I really mind, but when are you guys going to leave?"
"Not until we get some action!" a perverted male called out.
"Well then, you're going to be here for a long, long, long time." Bulma replied. "I already have a boyfriend, and he's back on earth. And Kami help me, I won't have sex with Vegeta while we're here! And especially not with an audience present! Damn, what do you people think we are? Animals put on display?!"
More than one head nodded in the crowd.
"Sheesh. Well, we're not. We're just as intelligent and civilized as you. Maybe even more so! AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE SEX FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!" Bulma screamed, losing her cool.
Vegeta chuckled at the woman's outburst. Her fuse was just as short as his, only she had a 30 second delay before the explosion.
Chapter 6:
Audience Outside
Bulma curled up in a corner of the single-roomed house, watching Vegeta sleep. There was a toliet, sink, and shower with only a curtain for privacy, a kitchen, one king-sized bed, two dressers, and a large table in the room. To her, it was even more terrible than the metallic room she was placed in on Incoz's ship. It had the same floor though, and she found it calming to watch the shapes and patterns change over and over. After a while, she finally worked up enough nerve to walk over to Vegeta. She tried to lift him up and take him over to the bed, but failed...so she settled on dragging him across the room. Then she pushed and pulled him onto the covers. She learned the hard way that he was much heavier than he looked. For a while, she sat next to his still form on the bed, then she decided to explore the small place. The blue dresser was filled with feminine clothes, the black one held more masculene, men's clothes. The kitchen had all the essentials including running water, a frige-looking device, dishes, and other appliances. The bathroom was in working order, and the woman was elated to discover that it included women's tolietries ( ^_^ can't live without 'em, eh girls?!) and hair supplies. After she was satisfied with her observations, and seeing the Saiyan still out like a light, she went to pick out clean clothes. When her outfit was chosen (a toga-looking green dress), she stripped down and stepped into the shower. The soothing water was just what she needed to wipe off the day-old grime and make-up. When she exited the stall, she felt clean and refreshed. She quickly slipped on her new clothes and admired herself in the mirror as she combed her hair. It came as a surprise when she glanced back at her reflection and saw another in addition to her own, Vegeta was awake.
"How long was I out?" he asked in his grumpy way.
"Less than an hour." she replied.
"Where'd the freak go?"
"He sent in guards and they deposited us here. They haven't come back so I guess we're stuck. Do you think we'll ever get back to Earth?" Bulma asked, turning around.
"Not with the proposition they gave us. I think they'll keep us here for a long, long time for disagreeing. Which means my training will have to go on hold." Vegeta answered shortly.
"Oh Vegeta! What are we gonna do?! We're captured on a foreign planet with some freak that wants us to...to...you know, and nobody even knows we're gone! We could be held here forever! And no one would even know where to look for us! For Kami's sake, I don't even know where this damn planet is located! How will the others find us?!" Bulma cried out in despair.
"Calm down woman. Spazzing out won't do us any good. I see there is a kitchen, go busy yourself with a meal for me. I haven't eaten since that crappie dinner on the ship. After that we'll figure out what to do. In the meantime, I'm going to shower." Vegeta answered.
"Okay, the black dresser is the one with the men's clothes." Bulma shakily told him.
Vegeta nodded and stalked over to the dresser she'd instructed. He shuffled through the odd clothing before comming up with a gray tunic and spandex shorts of the same color. Then he took the clothes, drew the curtain around himself, and started the shower. Some time later, he emerged from the curtain in his chosen outfit.
"Um Vegeta?" Bulma started.
"What now woman?" Vegeta grunted.
"Tunics are supposed to be worn alone."
"I don't care. I don't have what you earthlings call 'undergarments,' so there is no way I am going to wear that sorry excuse for an oversized t- shirt with nothing under it. Got it?"
"Yes. You're food's almost done." Bulma said.
"Good." he growled. "What is it?"
"Some sort of orange mush with chunky yellow stuff on the side. And a brown liquid to drink." she answered.
"Aren't you eating any?"
"No, just cooking it makes my stomach turn."
"You are going to have to eat something in the time that we are here, woman."
"Who cares, if we're going to be here for a long time, I'd rather starve to death than be their science experiment."
"Stupid, but you do have a point. What the he-?" Vegeta started as he looked over to one of the few windows in the house to see about fifty faces peering in at him and Bulma.
"Yes folks! In here stays the two who will produce the new protector of our planet! Please, stay at least one foot away from the viewing portal. The male is aggressive and protective, but the female is docile and friendly. The female has great intelligence that rivals the male's strength. Her name is Bulma, Bulma Briefs; human from planet Earth. His name is Price Vegeta; formerly of planet Vegeta, he now lives with Bulma on Earth. These fine specimens were brought to our planet by Incoz, the body- possessor. Any questions on how he managed to get these two exquisite creatures here will be answered outside of the Main Lab every three hours." a Yangh guide stated.
"Vegeta," Bulma giggled, "I think they're holding tours of us! Did you hear how they described us?! Weird huh? Especially since we didn't agree to anything."
Vegeta just growled in response.
Bulma walked over to the viewing portal that resembled a window. "Hello there!" she greeted the jackals on the other side.
"Woman! Get the hell away from there!" Vegeta ordered.
The Kraston natives gasped when they saw Bulma.
"Yes folks, she is quite a beauty. Beauty and brains all wrapped up in one neat package!" the guide spoke.
"DAMMIT WOMAN! I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY FROM THERE!" Vegeta roared, stomping over to her. As he grabbed her shoulders roughly, the audience gasped again.
"Ah! Here is the mighty male! Prince Vegeta himself. Notice how he mistreats the lovely female, one has to wonder why she would choose him. But strength does overcome all obstacles, so maybe that is the reason. Be thankful we aren't that barbaric folks!" the jackal leader put in with a higher-than-thou voice.
"Hey! That's not nice! You let her go this instant!" called a voice from the crowd.
"Yeah! Leave her be! She's not causing any harm!" another added.
"You big meanie! Quit hurting her!"
"Stop it! You aren't her boss!"
"Now people, this is natural. I was assured that this is part of the courtship ceremony..." started the guide.
"WHAT?! WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT! I AM NOT TRYING TO MAKE HER MY MATE! I AM TRYING TO GET HER TO OBEY ME!" Vegeta crowed.
"Let me read something to you, my friends: Ahem! 'Male Saiyans only mate with females in heat, and when they do chose a mate, it is for life. In the Saiyan culture, it is natural for the male to be aggressive towards the female during courtship. By showing her this form of superiority, the male is proclaiming his strength. It is necessary for the female to chose a strong mate to produce strong offspring. The male will often attempt to control every aspect of the female's life when he has taken a fancy to her, these signs may include an increased attempt to dominate her as well as isolate her from all others. Aggression is the first sure sign, however, that the male wishes her to be his. Of course this may also be interpreted as simple jealousy of one another. Competion among males for the right to mate is also common, if there is no other male to challenge him, the dominant may take to fighting or even killing innocent others who are not even interested in the female at stake. If a male even so much as looks wrongly at the female of another, he is, by Saiyan law and custom, forced to fight to the death with the original male. All in all, Saiyan males continue to bully and initiate fights until the desired female is secured as his mate physically.' That, ladies and gentlemen, was a short paragraph from Doctor Ungo's famous documentary, Saiyan Mating Rituals and Courtships: The Extensive Study. If you want a copy, they are available for sale at the Guiding Post. One on humans will also be available in a matter of months. Now let us continue our observations on these two facinating creatures."
Bulma was stunned at what the guide read. Were Saiyans really that...possessive?!
Vegeta growled again. Nearly everything that stupid doctor had recorded was true. At least as he remembered it. He'd watched mating ceremonies hundreds of times as a young child, they had never interested him though. By Saiyan law, his father was to chose his mate; so there would have been no confrontation of any sort. But the Saiyans were gone, his father was gone, his planet was gone. And here he was, in a foreign land, being held prisoner by a yellow lizard and a bunch of overgrown dogs, and his bossiness was being misinterpreted as courtship! He needed to be more careful or he might wind up actually mating the loud-mouthed human female, now that was a frightening thought!
Vegeta let go of Bulma's shoulders and stalked back over to his dinner. Lucky for him, Bulma had turned off the stove before going to investigate the crowd at the window, otherwise his food would have been burnt. He picked up the pans of mush and dumped them onto three plates. Then he took them over to the table and began eating.
"Woman! Come over here and eat...right now!" Vegeta ordered between bites.
"I told you, I'm not hungry! Baka prince!" Bulma shouted back.
"Loss of appetite and slight moodiness...could that mean that she is already carrying our savior, folks?!" the guide chimed.
"Wha-? Oh my Kami, I'm just not hungry. I haven't done anything with Vegeta that might end up in my carrying a hybrid child. And if I can help it, that won't ever happen!" Bulma proclaimed to the crowd. "Not that I really mind, but when are you guys going to leave?"
"Not until we get some action!" a perverted male called out.
"Well then, you're going to be here for a long, long, long time." Bulma replied. "I already have a boyfriend, and he's back on earth. And Kami help me, I won't have sex with Vegeta while we're here! And especially not with an audience present! Damn, what do you people think we are? Animals put on display?!"
More than one head nodded in the crowd.
"Sheesh. Well, we're not. We're just as intelligent and civilized as you. Maybe even more so! AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO HAVE SEX FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!" Bulma screamed, losing her cool.
Vegeta chuckled at the woman's outburst. Her fuse was just as short as his, only she had a 30 second delay before the explosion.
