Chapter 8:
Preparations
Vegeta awoke first in the early hours of the next morning. He found the dainty Bulma curled against his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist, while his arms were draped over and under her shoulders with his hands locked behind her back. The position was so comfortable, so natural, that he didn't wish to break away from the woman, but he felt vulnerable and weak. In the end, his pride won out and he pulled his arms back and gently dislodged Bulma's grip on his waist. He was slightly surprised at how strong she was in her unconscious state, escaping her arms was no easy task...for any pitiful human, that is. She uttered a small noise of protest as Vegeta's warmth disappeared.
He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around at nothing in particular. In the dim light of the rising sun, Vegeta noticed a glint of light coming from a corner of the almost-empty house. Vegeta walked over to the suspicious area and slapped a hand to his forehead.
"Those bastards really are persistent." he growled.
"Who?" the now-awake Bulma questioned sleepily. She walked over to the Saiyan and glanced at him curiously.
"Doctor Dipshit and the damn Incoz." Vegeta answered shortly.
"Oh...WOW! What the hell is all this stuff?!" Bulma exclaimed as her eyes fell on the various machine parts and tools that cluttered the corner. "Wait, there's some sort of letter. 'I insist that you use these supplies to create one of your various inventions, Ms. Briefs. There are ideas and plans in this notebook for you to work on, should you wish to. Remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Doctor Ungo. What an ass. He really thinks I'll build for him when he's holding us captive? He's got another thing coming if he believes that!"
"No. He knows that you love to put worthless machines together, even on Earth you always insisted that we not throw away anything unless it was inspected by you first. He really has been watching you closely, that's how he knows that if he locks you in a room with all the tools and other parts you need; you won't be able to resist making something out of them. Cunning old asshole." Vegeta remarked.
"I guess you're right, he has produced my weakness." Bulma sighed.
"Now you know why I have none."
"Come on! You have to have some vulnerability! What is it? Pride?"
"No, my pride is my greatest ally."
"Anger? Bloodlust?"
"Those are natural in all Saiyans. Even Kakarrot shows signs of them at times."
"What then? You can tell me!"
"I already told you, I don't have any weaknesses."
"Oh, go stand in a corner and piss on your boots, you liar. No one is invincible, not even Goku."
"Watch your mouth, woman!"
"No! You! Just tell me what your goddamned weakness is! I promise not to exploit it!"
"I HAVE NONE!"
"BULLSHIT!"
"I see we are already fighting like an old, mated couple." proclaimed Doctor Ungo as he entered the house.
"I should kill you for that comment, bastard!" Vegeta growled.
"Should, but can't. But I did not come here to receive threats or to point out the obvious. I came to see if you had re-attained to your senses yet.
If you're talking about whether or not I have become pregnant, the answer is no." Bulma replied hotly.
"It does not matter. My lifespan extends far beyond your comprehension. I can wait for the child, and you will be here until then. But the people wish to see you in person, not from the other side of a window. There is to be a ceremony tonight, and your attendance is mandatory. There is no choice in the matter."
"You can't make us." Vegeta sneered.
Oh, I think we can...and we will if we need to. You are quite forgetting, Vegeta, our tranquilizers have knocked you out more than once when you were reluctant to obey. Or I could simply have Incoz inhabit your body for the time during the ritual. It's that easy, either behave yourself, or someone else will do it for you."
"Fine, we'll go to this damn ceremony. When is it?" Bulma replied, not giving Vegeta a chance to argue any more.
It is in three hours. You are to choose your attire in two hours. When that time comes, an escort will arrive to guide you. You will be given decorative belts that must be worn during the ceremony. Oh and Bulma? Enjoy my little gift." he gestured to the pile of machine parts and bowed before leaving the room.
"Talk about weird. That guy never fails to creep me out." Bulma shuddered.
I just don't like him." Vegeta responded, unconsciously moving closer to her.
"I wonder what this whole ceremony thing is gonna be about anyway? I really wish they would let us go, I miss Earth and my parents. I miss Gohan, Chi Chi, and Goku...I'm even starting to miss Master Roshi!" she exclaimed.
What about that baka boyfriend?" Vegeta inquired.
"Yamcha? Nah, I don't miss him one bit. You know, it's actually pretty nice to be here with you, Vegeta.
Yamcha would just be pressuring me into having sex with him, claiming that 'There's nothing better to do!' He is
such an asshole, I don't even know why I bothered to stay with him for so long anymore!"
"I told you, you deserve better. Now I'm gonna take my shower."
"Wait for me!" Bulma called with a smirk. "You know, I've never showered with anyone else before, not even
Yamcha."
"Then I suppose I should feel honored to be your first?"
"Yes, you should! Extremely honored!"
Well I'm not. On Frieza's ship, only the highest in command had personal showers. Everyone else had
to shower in the same few stalls. So I took mine either in the dead of night or in the early hours of the morning."
"Tell me Vegeta, were the showers co-ed? You know, men and women washing themselves together?"
"No. All the females, no matter of what species or status, were used as whores. He didn't care if they were
peasants or queens; if they were attractive, they became prostitutes for his men."
"How terrible! I can't imagine living my life as some soldier's sex toy!"
"Just be thankful you were spared of that fate." Vegeta told her, getting into the shower and turning on the water.
"Oh I am! Now that I am aware of what might of become of me had that strange teenager lost to Frieza! I know you don't think I'm pretty, but plenty of other people do!" Bulma stated as she followed Vegeta into the stall.
"I don't think you are ugly, I just don't think you are that pleasing looking. I've seen more attractive women in my time." 'Yeah right, the only one more beautiful than her has never existed!' he thought to himself angrily.
"That's okay, but just for the record...I don't think you're that bad looking either." she flashed him a coy grin and
turned to grab the shampoo from the floor. She was careful to kneel so as not to make him uncomfortable.
"I already knew that. I happen to be a very handsome warrior."
"And so vain too, it seems. You know Vegeta, I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that about yourself." Bulma commented as she scrubbed her hair.
"That's because I never have. I don't know why exactly, but you are the first person in a long time that I have felt
as though I can trust. It almost seems like you are a-a..."
"A friend?"
"Yes."
They stood staring into each other's faces under the pouring water for some time. When Bulma finally shook off
the trance, Vegeta was already climbing out of the shower, his face set in a scowl.
"Sorry Vegeta." Bulma offered.
"You should be. Trying to get me to open up like that, trying to seduce me. "Vegeta ground back.
"What?! I was doing no such thing! And you sure as hell didn't seem to have any problems answering and
asking questions! How dare you think I was trying to seduce you!" she cried.
"Well that was what it seemed like! I saw how you were acting, pretending you cared just so you could get what
you wanted! Well I am not stupid woman!"
"But Vegeta! I do care! And I don't want to use you, I'm just trying to understand you! You are the most
confusing, selfish, rudest bastard I have ever had the displeasure of meeting! You are worse than these perverted
aliens, and you jump to conclusions too quickly!"
"I don't care what you think of me, because I am not going to change my ways for you! Now leave me be!" the Saiyan roared, stomping out into the rest of the house.
"FINE! But you sure as hell had better do the same! You freaking piece of dog kuso! Augh! Men, oh how I
loathe them!" Bulma quickly pulled on her temporary clothes and threw back her head defiantly as she stormed
over to the corner where the doctor's 'gift' lay scattered about.
For the next hour and a half, Bulma tinkered with the parts and plans, gradually calming herself down. As she
was examining the range on a radio transmitter chip, an idea came to mind. If she could remember how she put together the communications device on Goku's training ship for Namek, she could replicate it and radio for home!
Her idea made her giggle, it was so simple! Vegeta heard her delighted noise as he sat meditating on the bed. He chose to ignore it, as he was she.
"Now where is that plutonium junction tube...ah! Here it is! And now I need the kinetic energy
enhancer...hmm...I wonder where it is?"
"Are you looking for this, grand mistress?" asked a light voice.
Bulma looked up in shock, and met with the eyes of one of the Yangh. It was obviously a female, her fur was a
pale gray and she had a large purple orb in the slender, furry, paw-like hand she was extending out to Bulma.
"Y-yes. That's it. Thanks. Forgive me, but who are you?"
"I am Torpae. Master Ungo sent Gula and I to dress you two for the ritual. He wishes for you to be
presentable...and those garments you wear now are for commoners, not the great ones. He has chosen many gowns for you to try on, you may pick one to wear during tonight's activities."
"Sure, and Torpae...you can call me Bulma. It's my name, the one given to me on my home planet."
"Of course, Madame Bulma. Allow me to lead you to the garment room, I am sure something will catch your eye." Torpae said as she began pulling Bulma from the house.
"But what about Vegeta?" the woman asked, slightly afraid of being separated, even if they were fighting.
"He will have his attire brought to him. But it is the custom for you two to be separated until you are at the
Temple. Master Ungo would be extremely displeased if we were to disobey what is written. As you earthlings say, 'better safe than story.'" Torpae responded.
"Well, if it's tradition...and it's 'sorry' Torpae, not story."
"As you say, Madame Bulma. This way please."
Torpae let go of Bulma's arms and proceeded to walk in front of her towards their destination. Every street they
walked down, the citizens would gape and utter foreign words...some even bowed. Bulma was feeling very
uncomfortable and was relieved when they finally reached a large warehouse. Torpae tapped some keys and the
door opened. Bulma was not prepared for what she saw, the entire building was filled with the most beautiful
dresses she had ever seen. From wall to wall, floor to ceiling, all sorts of styles and colors continued to take her
breath away. She was in heaven. Torpae walked over to another keypad and gestured for Bulma to follow.
"This is the selector module. You simply type in the style, color, length, size, etc. and the machine will
automatically pull out the matches to your choice, along with color and style coordinated shoes. It has been
translated into your language. I will be outside waiting for you, and do not worry - - no one can see you change,
Mistress." Torpae bowed to Bulma and exited quickly.
"Wow. I've never seen so much fabric in my life! I guess I'd better get cracking. Hmmm...lets see...how about a light green, strapless mini- dress?" she typed in her choice and size and waited as the machine processed the information.
Five hundred dresses matching the description flew forward on a rack. Bulma shuffled through them, and, finding
nothing she liked, hit the "send back" button.
"Now how about...a black evening gown with slits to the thighs and midway sleeves."
Ninety matches were produced. Bulma continued to rifled through long, short, brown, orange, yellow, blue, and
red dresses and found none that suited her.
"Alright, now I'll try a violet, silky, tie-top, floor length, evening gown with an open stomach." Bulma decided,
becoming more and more descriptive with each selection.
One, single dress was brought to her. It was the perfect gown. Exactly what she had asked for. Bulma settled for
the more-than-adequate dress and slipped into it. The fabric was softer than silk, swayed and fluttered about at the
slightest movement, and clung to her body nicely. It's coloration was the perfect mix of a deep blue and a soft
purple...and damn did it ever suit her. The sandal pumps were of the same hue and fit perfectly. They had
criss-cross straps holding them to her foot and the heel was about 2 inches high.
"Mother would love it." Bulma thought with a touch of sadness. "I wonder if I'll ever see her and dad again? I
miss them so much..."
"Excellent choice, Madame Bulma. That shade contrasts prettily with your natural coloration." admired Torpae from the doorway.
"You know...I have to agree with you. Now if only I had some make-up to compliment it" Bulma sighed.
"That is why I have come. There is half an hour before the ceremony, it is time for your facial coloring and hair
styling." Torpae said, turning to leave with Bulma close behind.
"Then lets go!"
"This way."
Torpae lead Bulma down some more streets. Bulma was surprised by the sudden cleanliness of them, but then
again, she was wearing an expensive gown. She hiked up her dress and walked behind Torpae, they strode into
another building only a short ways from the dress warehouse and were greeted by at least ten other Yangh females.
Twenty minutes later, Bulma and her escort left the building. Bulma's hair was pulled into an exquisite bun at
the top of her head with curls of blue hair framing her prettily made-up face.
"Wow. I look and feel great. Where to now? And where's Vegeta? I wonder how he looks..." Bulma babbled.
"Now we are going to the Temple of Runough. There you will find your Vegeta. But first, here is the belt Master
Ungo wishes you to wear." Torpae answered, handing a huge belt to Bulma and continuing to walk.
It had twists and curls of white gold along with the normal yellowish alloy, and giant gem stones that Bulma
couldn't even name were set into the exquisite metal. She held it in her hands a moment before pulling it around
her small waist and clasping the back. It fit perfectly. Suddenly Bulma's mind snapped back to what Torpae had
said in regards to her and Vegeta's relationship.
"My Vegeta? Oh no, you've got it all wrong...Vegeta and I are not like that, at best we're just barely friends." Bulma explained swiftly, hurrying to catch up with Torpae's quick stride.
"That is not what the Master and stars say, Madame."
"Oh well, I can see you people are set in the information you have. It's not my place to attempt to change it, even
if it is wrong. What is this temple place anyway?"
"It is a sacred place where we gather when important events are to be celebrated. There are numerous rituals
involved."
"Such as?"
"They are different for each cause of festivity. This one is new, so I haven't the faintest idea of what to expect.
But be assured, it will be wondrous."
"Oh...okay. If you say so."
And the duo continued walking until a building even larger than the Main Lab came into view. Bulma gasped at
the ethereal decoration on the walls. Everywhere she looked, there was a different carving or painting. It could
take anyone's breath away. Torpae pushed open the massive stone doors and they stepped into the grand temple.
Preparations
Vegeta awoke first in the early hours of the next morning. He found the dainty Bulma curled against his chest with her arms wrapped around his waist, while his arms were draped over and under her shoulders with his hands locked behind her back. The position was so comfortable, so natural, that he didn't wish to break away from the woman, but he felt vulnerable and weak. In the end, his pride won out and he pulled his arms back and gently dislodged Bulma's grip on his waist. He was slightly surprised at how strong she was in her unconscious state, escaping her arms was no easy task...for any pitiful human, that is. She uttered a small noise of protest as Vegeta's warmth disappeared.
He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around at nothing in particular. In the dim light of the rising sun, Vegeta noticed a glint of light coming from a corner of the almost-empty house. Vegeta walked over to the suspicious area and slapped a hand to his forehead.
"Those bastards really are persistent." he growled.
"Who?" the now-awake Bulma questioned sleepily. She walked over to the Saiyan and glanced at him curiously.
"Doctor Dipshit and the damn Incoz." Vegeta answered shortly.
"Oh...WOW! What the hell is all this stuff?!" Bulma exclaimed as her eyes fell on the various machine parts and tools that cluttered the corner. "Wait, there's some sort of letter. 'I insist that you use these supplies to create one of your various inventions, Ms. Briefs. There are ideas and plans in this notebook for you to work on, should you wish to. Remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Doctor Ungo. What an ass. He really thinks I'll build for him when he's holding us captive? He's got another thing coming if he believes that!"
"No. He knows that you love to put worthless machines together, even on Earth you always insisted that we not throw away anything unless it was inspected by you first. He really has been watching you closely, that's how he knows that if he locks you in a room with all the tools and other parts you need; you won't be able to resist making something out of them. Cunning old asshole." Vegeta remarked.
"I guess you're right, he has produced my weakness." Bulma sighed.
"Now you know why I have none."
"Come on! You have to have some vulnerability! What is it? Pride?"
"No, my pride is my greatest ally."
"Anger? Bloodlust?"
"Those are natural in all Saiyans. Even Kakarrot shows signs of them at times."
"What then? You can tell me!"
"I already told you, I don't have any weaknesses."
"Oh, go stand in a corner and piss on your boots, you liar. No one is invincible, not even Goku."
"Watch your mouth, woman!"
"No! You! Just tell me what your goddamned weakness is! I promise not to exploit it!"
"I HAVE NONE!"
"BULLSHIT!"
"I see we are already fighting like an old, mated couple." proclaimed Doctor Ungo as he entered the house.
"I should kill you for that comment, bastard!" Vegeta growled.
"Should, but can't. But I did not come here to receive threats or to point out the obvious. I came to see if you had re-attained to your senses yet.
If you're talking about whether or not I have become pregnant, the answer is no." Bulma replied hotly.
"It does not matter. My lifespan extends far beyond your comprehension. I can wait for the child, and you will be here until then. But the people wish to see you in person, not from the other side of a window. There is to be a ceremony tonight, and your attendance is mandatory. There is no choice in the matter."
"You can't make us." Vegeta sneered.
Oh, I think we can...and we will if we need to. You are quite forgetting, Vegeta, our tranquilizers have knocked you out more than once when you were reluctant to obey. Or I could simply have Incoz inhabit your body for the time during the ritual. It's that easy, either behave yourself, or someone else will do it for you."
"Fine, we'll go to this damn ceremony. When is it?" Bulma replied, not giving Vegeta a chance to argue any more.
It is in three hours. You are to choose your attire in two hours. When that time comes, an escort will arrive to guide you. You will be given decorative belts that must be worn during the ceremony. Oh and Bulma? Enjoy my little gift." he gestured to the pile of machine parts and bowed before leaving the room.
"Talk about weird. That guy never fails to creep me out." Bulma shuddered.
I just don't like him." Vegeta responded, unconsciously moving closer to her.
"I wonder what this whole ceremony thing is gonna be about anyway? I really wish they would let us go, I miss Earth and my parents. I miss Gohan, Chi Chi, and Goku...I'm even starting to miss Master Roshi!" she exclaimed.
What about that baka boyfriend?" Vegeta inquired.
"Yamcha? Nah, I don't miss him one bit. You know, it's actually pretty nice to be here with you, Vegeta.
Yamcha would just be pressuring me into having sex with him, claiming that 'There's nothing better to do!' He is
such an asshole, I don't even know why I bothered to stay with him for so long anymore!"
"I told you, you deserve better. Now I'm gonna take my shower."
"Wait for me!" Bulma called with a smirk. "You know, I've never showered with anyone else before, not even
Yamcha."
"Then I suppose I should feel honored to be your first?"
"Yes, you should! Extremely honored!"
Well I'm not. On Frieza's ship, only the highest in command had personal showers. Everyone else had
to shower in the same few stalls. So I took mine either in the dead of night or in the early hours of the morning."
"Tell me Vegeta, were the showers co-ed? You know, men and women washing themselves together?"
"No. All the females, no matter of what species or status, were used as whores. He didn't care if they were
peasants or queens; if they were attractive, they became prostitutes for his men."
"How terrible! I can't imagine living my life as some soldier's sex toy!"
"Just be thankful you were spared of that fate." Vegeta told her, getting into the shower and turning on the water.
"Oh I am! Now that I am aware of what might of become of me had that strange teenager lost to Frieza! I know you don't think I'm pretty, but plenty of other people do!" Bulma stated as she followed Vegeta into the stall.
"I don't think you are ugly, I just don't think you are that pleasing looking. I've seen more attractive women in my time." 'Yeah right, the only one more beautiful than her has never existed!' he thought to himself angrily.
"That's okay, but just for the record...I don't think you're that bad looking either." she flashed him a coy grin and
turned to grab the shampoo from the floor. She was careful to kneel so as not to make him uncomfortable.
"I already knew that. I happen to be a very handsome warrior."
"And so vain too, it seems. You know Vegeta, I don't think I've ever heard you talk like that about yourself." Bulma commented as she scrubbed her hair.
"That's because I never have. I don't know why exactly, but you are the first person in a long time that I have felt
as though I can trust. It almost seems like you are a-a..."
"A friend?"
"Yes."
They stood staring into each other's faces under the pouring water for some time. When Bulma finally shook off
the trance, Vegeta was already climbing out of the shower, his face set in a scowl.
"Sorry Vegeta." Bulma offered.
"You should be. Trying to get me to open up like that, trying to seduce me. "Vegeta ground back.
"What?! I was doing no such thing! And you sure as hell didn't seem to have any problems answering and
asking questions! How dare you think I was trying to seduce you!" she cried.
"Well that was what it seemed like! I saw how you were acting, pretending you cared just so you could get what
you wanted! Well I am not stupid woman!"
"But Vegeta! I do care! And I don't want to use you, I'm just trying to understand you! You are the most
confusing, selfish, rudest bastard I have ever had the displeasure of meeting! You are worse than these perverted
aliens, and you jump to conclusions too quickly!"
"I don't care what you think of me, because I am not going to change my ways for you! Now leave me be!" the Saiyan roared, stomping out into the rest of the house.
"FINE! But you sure as hell had better do the same! You freaking piece of dog kuso! Augh! Men, oh how I
loathe them!" Bulma quickly pulled on her temporary clothes and threw back her head defiantly as she stormed
over to the corner where the doctor's 'gift' lay scattered about.
For the next hour and a half, Bulma tinkered with the parts and plans, gradually calming herself down. As she
was examining the range on a radio transmitter chip, an idea came to mind. If she could remember how she put together the communications device on Goku's training ship for Namek, she could replicate it and radio for home!
Her idea made her giggle, it was so simple! Vegeta heard her delighted noise as he sat meditating on the bed. He chose to ignore it, as he was she.
"Now where is that plutonium junction tube...ah! Here it is! And now I need the kinetic energy
enhancer...hmm...I wonder where it is?"
"Are you looking for this, grand mistress?" asked a light voice.
Bulma looked up in shock, and met with the eyes of one of the Yangh. It was obviously a female, her fur was a
pale gray and she had a large purple orb in the slender, furry, paw-like hand she was extending out to Bulma.
"Y-yes. That's it. Thanks. Forgive me, but who are you?"
"I am Torpae. Master Ungo sent Gula and I to dress you two for the ritual. He wishes for you to be
presentable...and those garments you wear now are for commoners, not the great ones. He has chosen many gowns for you to try on, you may pick one to wear during tonight's activities."
"Sure, and Torpae...you can call me Bulma. It's my name, the one given to me on my home planet."
"Of course, Madame Bulma. Allow me to lead you to the garment room, I am sure something will catch your eye." Torpae said as she began pulling Bulma from the house.
"But what about Vegeta?" the woman asked, slightly afraid of being separated, even if they were fighting.
"He will have his attire brought to him. But it is the custom for you two to be separated until you are at the
Temple. Master Ungo would be extremely displeased if we were to disobey what is written. As you earthlings say, 'better safe than story.'" Torpae responded.
"Well, if it's tradition...and it's 'sorry' Torpae, not story."
"As you say, Madame Bulma. This way please."
Torpae let go of Bulma's arms and proceeded to walk in front of her towards their destination. Every street they
walked down, the citizens would gape and utter foreign words...some even bowed. Bulma was feeling very
uncomfortable and was relieved when they finally reached a large warehouse. Torpae tapped some keys and the
door opened. Bulma was not prepared for what she saw, the entire building was filled with the most beautiful
dresses she had ever seen. From wall to wall, floor to ceiling, all sorts of styles and colors continued to take her
breath away. She was in heaven. Torpae walked over to another keypad and gestured for Bulma to follow.
"This is the selector module. You simply type in the style, color, length, size, etc. and the machine will
automatically pull out the matches to your choice, along with color and style coordinated shoes. It has been
translated into your language. I will be outside waiting for you, and do not worry - - no one can see you change,
Mistress." Torpae bowed to Bulma and exited quickly.
"Wow. I've never seen so much fabric in my life! I guess I'd better get cracking. Hmmm...lets see...how about a light green, strapless mini- dress?" she typed in her choice and size and waited as the machine processed the information.
Five hundred dresses matching the description flew forward on a rack. Bulma shuffled through them, and, finding
nothing she liked, hit the "send back" button.
"Now how about...a black evening gown with slits to the thighs and midway sleeves."
Ninety matches were produced. Bulma continued to rifled through long, short, brown, orange, yellow, blue, and
red dresses and found none that suited her.
"Alright, now I'll try a violet, silky, tie-top, floor length, evening gown with an open stomach." Bulma decided,
becoming more and more descriptive with each selection.
One, single dress was brought to her. It was the perfect gown. Exactly what she had asked for. Bulma settled for
the more-than-adequate dress and slipped into it. The fabric was softer than silk, swayed and fluttered about at the
slightest movement, and clung to her body nicely. It's coloration was the perfect mix of a deep blue and a soft
purple...and damn did it ever suit her. The sandal pumps were of the same hue and fit perfectly. They had
criss-cross straps holding them to her foot and the heel was about 2 inches high.
"Mother would love it." Bulma thought with a touch of sadness. "I wonder if I'll ever see her and dad again? I
miss them so much..."
"Excellent choice, Madame Bulma. That shade contrasts prettily with your natural coloration." admired Torpae from the doorway.
"You know...I have to agree with you. Now if only I had some make-up to compliment it" Bulma sighed.
"That is why I have come. There is half an hour before the ceremony, it is time for your facial coloring and hair
styling." Torpae said, turning to leave with Bulma close behind.
"Then lets go!"
"This way."
Torpae lead Bulma down some more streets. Bulma was surprised by the sudden cleanliness of them, but then
again, she was wearing an expensive gown. She hiked up her dress and walked behind Torpae, they strode into
another building only a short ways from the dress warehouse and were greeted by at least ten other Yangh females.
Twenty minutes later, Bulma and her escort left the building. Bulma's hair was pulled into an exquisite bun at
the top of her head with curls of blue hair framing her prettily made-up face.
"Wow. I look and feel great. Where to now? And where's Vegeta? I wonder how he looks..." Bulma babbled.
"Now we are going to the Temple of Runough. There you will find your Vegeta. But first, here is the belt Master
Ungo wishes you to wear." Torpae answered, handing a huge belt to Bulma and continuing to walk.
It had twists and curls of white gold along with the normal yellowish alloy, and giant gem stones that Bulma
couldn't even name were set into the exquisite metal. She held it in her hands a moment before pulling it around
her small waist and clasping the back. It fit perfectly. Suddenly Bulma's mind snapped back to what Torpae had
said in regards to her and Vegeta's relationship.
"My Vegeta? Oh no, you've got it all wrong...Vegeta and I are not like that, at best we're just barely friends." Bulma explained swiftly, hurrying to catch up with Torpae's quick stride.
"That is not what the Master and stars say, Madame."
"Oh well, I can see you people are set in the information you have. It's not my place to attempt to change it, even
if it is wrong. What is this temple place anyway?"
"It is a sacred place where we gather when important events are to be celebrated. There are numerous rituals
involved."
"Such as?"
"They are different for each cause of festivity. This one is new, so I haven't the faintest idea of what to expect.
But be assured, it will be wondrous."
"Oh...okay. If you say so."
And the duo continued walking until a building even larger than the Main Lab came into view. Bulma gasped at
the ethereal decoration on the walls. Everywhere she looked, there was a different carving or painting. It could
take anyone's breath away. Torpae pushed open the massive stone doors and they stepped into the grand temple.
