The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
Remember Frieza does not exist in this fic, and thus Vegeta is not nearly as cold hearted as he is in the series. So every once in a while he will show a bit of kindness, especially towards fellow warriors. Oh well enough ranting.
On To The Story…
Ah Crap
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Bulma followed Vegeta out of the room but refused to stand behind him. She knew that Saiyan courtesy dictated that she stand two steps behind him and one step to his left at all times but she couldn't care less about Saiyan customs.
It appeared that they were in the wing for the Super Elites; well it would have to be if this was where Vegeta stayed. The floor was covered in blue carpet and the walls were made of a strange sheet metal. All the doors were the automatic slide open type and each had a black square next to it. A hand scanning security device, Bulma assumed.
As they exited the Quarters wing of the ship and entered one of the main decks where the floors were done in brilliant black and gold marble, Vegeta turned around and hissed.
"Walk where you're supposed to girl, that means stop walking right next to me."
Bulma flashed Vegeta with a small ki ball, aiming for his eyebrows, but he swatted it away like an annoying bug and then smacked her in the face, sending her to the floor. Bulma cringed she knew the entire of her face must have been covered in bruises by now.
Gaining her feet Bulma lashed out suddenly, catching Vegeta by surprise and landing a punch squarely on his jaw. The look in Vegeta's eyes was murderous but Bulma glared back. He wouldn't kill her, they wanted her for some reason and that gave her an advantage.
"I won't walk in the position of a servant and unless you're willing to kill me you might as well give it up." Bulma knew she sounded arrogant but she didn't care, she was beginning to feel dead inside. All the air left her lungs when Vegeta punched her in the solar plexus, sending her back into the wall.
"No, I won't kill you just yet. But I can hurt you." Sneering Vegeta turned away from her and continued forward. "Walk where ever you like, girl, but keep in mind you will pay for it in due time."
Bulma spit out a mouthful of blood onto the ground before crawling back to her feet and rushing after Vegeta, muttering curses the entire way.
Vegeta lead Bulma down a flight of spiraling stairs. They walked down a hall lined in black carpeting until they came to a door at the end; Vegeta placed his gloved hand on the key. A green bar appeared at the top and scanned his hand, beeped once, and then the doors opened. The room was long and rectangular with a long black rectangular table in the middle. There were black chairs set around the table, which looked to be able to hold twenty people, and there were computer screens built in to the table in front of each seat. They were smooth, flat, and black. The walls were covered by black hangings, the whole black theme seemed a bit much.
"This is where we strategize our various attacks, and defenses and it is where you will work when need be. Now come here so I can scan you into the security system," he walked down to the head of the long table and put his hand on the screen. It scanned his hand beeped and then came to life. He typed in a few things in the Saiyan language and then ordered Bulma to give him her hand.
Bulma didn't want Vegeta to touch her but had little choice when he grabbed her hand and forced it down onto the square. He was far too strong for her to fight.
"That gives you access to every single room on this ship. It's a class one access and I don't want to have to punish you for miss using it."
Bulma snorted and said, "Oh, I am absolutely terrified now." Note the sarcasm.
Vegeta turned on her and grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up in the air.
"You will be."
"You know," she whispered, "The most dangerous thing in the world is a person who has nothing left to lose." Vegeta tightened his grip, "and I have nothing left to lose Vegeta."
Vegeta growled and let her go; she toppled to the ground with a curse and got up with a series of them.
"Girl, I think am going to train you, then when your ready I believe I will let you have a chance at killing Raditz who blatantly disobeyed my order to spare your school and your Master because he was one of the few true Warriors on your pathetic little planet." Vegeta turned and marched out of the room leaving a stunned Bulma in his wake.
"Why that no good for nothing insubordinate prick!" She cursed Raditz's name and then proceeded to destroy one of the chairs that sat at the table. After venting her anger on the helpless chair Bulma exited the room and stomped back to Vegetas quarters.
The key let her in and she immediately zoned in on the smell of food. It was coming through one of the doors in the room that she had not taken notice of earlier. These did not have a key, you just mashed a button and they opened. She walked over to the one where the smell was coming from and entered the kitchen. Vegeta sat at the large dinning table chewing on something that looked like a giant rib.
"Sit down and eat then I will show you the training room." Bulma did sit down and helped herself to some of the odd Saiyan food that was heaped up on the table. She wouldn't go near half of it but what she did try she liked.
When they were finished Vegeta exited the room and Bulma trudged after. They went through the other door and were in the training room. It was a big white square room. It was huge and in a far coroner she saw what looked like one of her dads inventions. A GR.
"You asshole, you stole my gravity room?" Vegeta eyed her then nodded. He spent the next hour showing Bulma exactly how the training room worked.
"It's time to sleep girl," Vegeta stated "you look like you could use it at any rate." Vegeta left the training room, just assuming Bulma would follow after him, again. It aggravated her to no end and yet what choice did she have? She found him in the main room, digging around in his dresser.
"Where am I going to sleep?" Bulma questioned, not missing the fact that there was only one bed.
"One of two places; the bed with me, pillows and sheets or on the floor with nothing." His voice was calm and matter of fact.
"WHAT!?" Bulma shouted even though she had suspected this, "why you pervert…" Bulma growled. "I would rather sleep in the same bed as a crocodile than with you."
"Then it's the floor for you girl." Vegeta finally yanked out two pairs of sweat pants from his dresser, handing one of them to Bulma along with a wife beater. "That's what you will sleep in, we were not expecting to be taking any prisoners thus we are poorly equipped for you." Vegeta explained before going into the bathroom to change.
Well that explains this mess, Bulma thought. Referring to the sharing of clothes and Quarters.
Vegeta came out and Bulma went in and changed, brushed her teeth with the tooth brush and tooth past the Saiyan had given her, and then grabbed her a nice piece of carpet between the wall and Vegeta's bed. See, she had a plan when old smart ass fell asleep she would be stealing his covers.
So Bulma laid there for a long time. She wanted to be sure Vegeta was well and truly asleep before making her grab at his covers. Unfortunatly all she had to fill the time was to think. Memories came flooding to the surface and Bulma beat them back with a will power that would have made a Saiyan proud. Bulma was beginning to fear sleep, fear what she would dream of, but she couldn't just stop sleeping.
Finally Bulma deemed Vegeta well and truly asleep. Carefully she reached up and grabbed hold of the silk cover and yanked with all her might. She came away with her prize and a lap full of angry Saiyan.
"Ah Crap."
-Anyways I hope you like it. Review away if you do!
-The Enforcer
