The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
I thought I would pre warn you all that some of my chapters will be written from Vegetas 3rd person point of view. The first half of this chapter is like this.
On To The Story…
Incompetence. It was one thing that Vegeta absolutely could not even begin to tolerate and he had been dealing with it for the past hour. How had the human managed to wonder through the entire ship, unhindered, for hours? Yes, he had given her the access that would be required of her position but he had also given her strict orders to stay put.
He expected someone to have found it odd that a human female was wondering the ship, uniform or not, and to have stopped her then contacted him. However, they just allowed her to continue on her wonderings.
Grinding his teeth Vegeta fumed. After putting the girl down for the night the Prince tracked down and rounded up every single Saiyan that had come in contact with her during her "exploration" and upon questioning found them all to have the same excuse. Her uniform.
Fucking figures. Forcing her into his uniform had initially been for her own good. The girl needed to get used to the idea that her planet was gone and that she had a new place to call home. Not to mention the weakling earth materials could not stand up to proper training or combat.
A black cloud could almost be seen around Vegeta as he stormed down the hall on his way back to his quarters. At first he feared that she would start to lead some hair brained attempt at revolt but after his review of the recordings and "chats" with the Earth prisoners Vegeta discovered she only wanted to train them to be stronger. The Prince found that he was not completely opposed to the idea. It would give her something to do when there was down time and would make the games even more interesting this year.
Once a year the games were held on Vegetasei. There were two ways to end up in the games. One was to enter of your own free will and the other was to be entered as a prisoner. The contestants were sorted based on power level and the winner of each division earned their freedom along with other assorted gifts and prizes. Some were even offered places in the army.
Vegeta was pissed. It was going to take days for her to be back to normal. The medical team didn't want to put her in a regeneration tank because they were designed specifically for Saiyan DNA and the doctors were unsure of the compatibility. He was going to have to train her while she was injured. He had no choice.
While being treated she bitched that if she'd had her own weapons in the first place things would have ended differently.
So what had he done? Vegeta ordered one of the men to go down into the cargo bay and find the type of weapons she desired. The Saiyans had a tendency to collect weaponry from the planets they warred with and he'd had a feeling that these blades would have been kept by someone. Naturally he was correct.
The three swords he held under his arm would do no good against someone of his caliber or against any elite as far as he was concerned, however he felt they would do her some good against those of lower power levels.
After placing his free hand on the keypad Vegetas door slid open. He came to an abrupt halt.
The vicious stench of fouled blood met his nose in the same moment that his brain registered the horrific screams coming from inside. The blades clattered to the ground.
Vegeta was across the room in a blink of the eye and he stared down at one of the more disturbing sites he'd seen.
Bulma lay on her back writhing, eyes screwed shut, face contorted. Blood oozed from her every pore. Both her meager sheet and the wall were covered in blood.
Despite having seen much worse in his life Vegeta found himself bothered by the site. The Prince didn't know what was going on but assumed that in this instance time was of the essence.
Acting on his first instincts Vegeta lifted her into his arms and took off towards his medical bay. Doctors' advice be damned. He was putting her in the tank; it was quite possibly her only chance.
At least it would stop the god-awful screaming.
"You will explain it to me, now!" Vegeta snarled as he held the doctor up by his neck. More incompetence.
"It-it appears the salve that was used to treat her wound was…tainted." The weaker Saiyan wheezed.
Vegeta hated this variety of Saiyan. They were in his opinion nothing more than the result of poor breeding. They were born weak, nearly powerless. Their power levels were just barely over that of a strong human male.
Squeezing tighter Vegeta asked "By what?"
"Tarlat."
Vegeta dropped that Saiyan to the ground. He knew Tarlat and was surprised that he hadn't known just by the symptoms Bulma had been showing. Tarlat damaged and destroyed the blood vessel walls. It also prevented coagulation. The end result was severe bleeding from every pore, orifice and vessel in the body. It was an extremely painful process. Finally death came via blood loss.
Who had done it and why? He didn't know if the poison had been meant for him or the girl but either way he need to ferret out the coward and dispose of them. The prince doubted it was the doctor. It would have been suicide to have poisoned the salve himself and besides Vegeta could sense no deceit from the man.
So, if not the doctor then who? Of course it could be any number of individuals.
Vegeta knew it was going to be a distinct pain in the ass to uncover the responsible party. Sure…torturing everyone on the ship would eventually gain him his needed information but it would also turn his own army against him.
With a resigned sigh Vegeta entered his quarters and proceeded through the training room into his med bay.
His tank was the latest model. It was a large clear cylinder offering a full 360-degree view of the occupant. This model was also twice as effective as the last.
Settling himself down in a chair across from the tank Vegeta watched her float in the bubbling blue fluid.
She was petite and he could see the fine play of muscles underneath her translucent skin, but it was her more womanly features that drew his eye. The full breasts, rounded hips, taught ass and thighs.
Looking away from her floating form Vegeta felt his groan tighten and his face flush. It took him several moments to reign himself in.
Besides the fact that she was very likely the most irritating person he had ever met; this girl felt nothing for him but hatred and she was close to half his age. Bulma would never have him willingly and he did not take women by force.
Dropping his head into his hands the Prince had a feeling the next several months were going to be very long. He had to be her trainer. He had to be ruthless, unattached, and emotionless. He could afford no weakness towards her.
Standing abruptly Vegeta left the room.
Yes, a very uncomfortable next several months.
The world around her was warm; it tickled along her body in gentle waves. The very absence of pain was pleasure.
She remembered the bloody projectile vomit but after that she only recalled the endless pain, but eventually the darkness claimed her and she had not fought it because she had been grateful.
Blinking her eyes open Bulma had the strangest sensation of being in a fish tank. The blue water held her gently and air bubbles trickled up all around her.
What was this? Her mind was operating at half speed.
Trying to get her bearings Bulma finally had her first coherent thought. Naked, she was naked!
The realization that she was floating in a glass tank butt ass naked brought Bulmas mind around quicker than perhaps anything else could have. Bulma didn't do naked. She hated being in a situation where anyone could see her naked, the locker room had been the worst. Two words…group showers.
Spinning around in the tank Bulma tried to figure out where in the hell she was; the room looked odd through the blue fluid but it was pretty easy to see that it was Vegetas private medical bay.
A chair sat about three meters away but directly in front of her tank. It was empty but the implication was plain to see. Vegeta, The Prince of All Assholes, had sat there and watched her bob around naked for who knows how long.
Bulma rolled her eyes. Wonderful, now he had seen her at her worst and most vulnerable. It was all very disturbing.
Crossing her arms Bulma floated in the tank and wondered when it was going to let her out. There appeared to be no easy way for her to get out of her own free will.
It seemed like an eternity later that the tank finally let out a few beeps and the liquid began to drain. When her feet could touch bottom and her head was above the thick fluid Bulma snatched the facemask off. She was incredibly glad to be rid of it. Finally, at long last, a front section of the tank slid down and out of view; freeing Bulma from her prison.
The tile floor was cold against her feet as Bulma moved across the room. She had expected to feel weak but instead she felt strong, renewed even, as if she'd had the best sleep of her life. All that remained of her wound was a thin scar on the inside of her left arm.
Bulma snatched the sheet off of the examination table and quickly wrapped it around herself. Gods she hated being naked. Shivering she made her way towards Vegetas quarters. Time to figure out what the hell had happened.
A/N: Eeeeh Ok, not my favorite chapter ever but it had to be here. Thanks for reading this. I will update as soon as I can.
