The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

So, I'm trying to speed up how long it takes me to get a chapter out. I am sorry for the delays but I am active duty military, a wife, a homeowner, a pet mommy, a student, a martial artist, and a writer. My life lends its self to being very busy. I also recently had a tragedy. My long time pet and friend Iggy (she was a guinea pig) died. Anyways I'm going to try and get a move on it with this story. Don't worry it will pick up soon.

On To The Story…

Choices

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Bulma lay spread eagle on the floor of the bathroom. She was exhausted, everything hurt from her face to her feet. Damn. The Prince of All Assholes had been exceptionally hard on her since the poisoning incident. He'd also been even shorter with her than usual. She rarely saw him outside of her training sessions.

Her lower lip was already beginning to swell and she could feel sweat and blood pooling on the floor beneath her. Double damn. The training was getting tougher with each passing day. Once she learned to fly all hell had broken loose. Bulma wasn't sure but she was beginning to believe that Vegeta was pissed off at her for something specific.

Everyday he locked himself in the training room after her "lessons" with the strict order not to leave the room and he locked her in to boot. She'd been following that particular command for the past two months and Bulma had had enough.

Pulling her self up off the floor she headed for the shower; shower first escape later.

Bulma strode down the hall a half smirk on her face. Poor Vegeta didn't have a clue who he was dealing with. While Bulma wasn't very interested in science she was her fathers' daughter and breaking out of the room was a piece of cake. The best part was that he wouldn't notice for hours.

Unfortunately the only clothes Bulma had were the ones provided for her so she had to don her Saiyan uniform but she'd included her swords this time. She'd used a scrap of her black gi to tie the two swords to her waist. Bulma felt much better with the Katana and Wakizashi tied to her side. She remembered her promise to the Earth prisoners and intended to keep it.

Her hand shook slightly as held it up, hovering over the key scanner.

Traitor.

The word echoed through her.

Was she a traitor? Maybe. But did it make a difference? No. Bulma laid her palm on the key. The doors slid open and every set of eyes in the room turned to face her at once.

"Bulma?"

Bulma froze, she hadn't thought to hear that voice again this side of the afterworld.

"Yamcha..." Her voice was breathy as she stared at the man she'd once loved. Bulma felt tears trying to rise at the site of his shorn hair but she brutally pushed them back.

Yamchas' jaw clenched. "That's all you have to say to me?"

Bulma paused, gave one slow blink and gathered her thoughts.

"I saw you killed in battle Yamcha. I saw it." Her voice was far steadier than it deserved to be.

"No. What you saw was me wounded by one of these barbarians. After you ran away they brought me here, patched me up and made me a prisoner." Yamcha got louder with every word.

The battle replayed in Bulmas mind. The big burly Saiyan hitting Yamcha square in the chest with a Ki blast, the color draining from his face as he fell to the ground and lay so very still. Then she was running, running home.

"Come with me." She turned on her heel and opened the doors.

Yamcha followed her out into the hall but he didn't look happy about it. Once they were alone, safely away from the prying eyes of her fellow Earthlings Bulma turned on him.

"I'm not going to fight with you in front of them Yamcha. I don't want to fight with you at all. I'm sorry I didn't realize you weren't dead but I cannot change what I did. It wouldn't have mattered anyways because the Saiyans were after me specifically in the first place."

Yamcha crossed his arms and frowned down at Bulma. "Why were they after you?"

"Because, I'm the worlds' smartest." She shrugged as she said it.

"Where are they keeping you?" Yamcha asked.

It was Bulmas turn to frown. She had the sneaky suspicion that Yamcha planned on interrogating her about everything. Though she couldn't blame him; she really didn't want to play twenty questions.

"They've forced me to stay with their Prince."

Yamchas eyes grew wide. "Why?"

"I don't know." Bulma snapped.

"You don't know?" Yamcha didn't sound like he believed her.

Bulma grew frustrated. "Didn't I just say that? If I bloody well knew why I'd tell you."

"I just think you owe me an explanation." His voice was low as he spoke.

"I don't owe you anything Yamcha. I stopped owing you anything when you betrayed me." This time Bulma snapped it at him.

She remembered that day a little less than a year ago when she discovered Yamcha in the arms of some other girl. His naked body on top of hers, her blonde hair spread out across the pillow, the sounds of lust and the sent of sweaty bodies and sex in the air. The worst part had been Yamchas explanation. He'd done it because Bulma wouldn't put out. According to him it was her fault for not giving him what he "needed". He still bore a scar on his nose from where she'd broken it.

Now she remembered why she hated him. Her heart turned to stone as the memory resurfaced.

"I've told you so many time that I'm sorry I don't know what else you want from me? How can I make it up to you? Bulma please let me make it up to you. Give me a second chance." Yamcha pleaded with her.

Bulma shook her head. "No."

Then suddenly Yamchas arms were around her and he was holding her as tightly as he could.

"I thought you were dead too. I grieved for you. I love you, please, please Bulma. Who else is left but me for you?"

Bulma felt her face grow warm. She pushed Yamcha back as gently as she could. She understood that he hurt, that he believed he loved her, but Bulma felt nothing towards him but a cold anger and the very slight twinge of regret for what they could have been.

"I don't love you anymore Yamcha. And I don't give second chances." She watched a tear slip down his cheek.

"Can I please have one kiss, just one more?" He sounded so fragile that Bulma complied with a nod.

His lips on hers were soft, gentle, but Bulma felt nothing at his touch. Yamcha pulled back.

"I know you will come back to me."

"It won't happen Yamcha. Now either get back in there and help me train these people or get the hell out of my way." Bulma reopened the door and stood to the side glaring at Yamcha.

He stood staring at her for several heartbeats before stomping towards the door. Yamcha stopped at the threshold and looked down at Bulma.

"You'll see it my way one day Bulma." Then he stormed into the training room.

Letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding Bulma followed him into the room.

Bulma took stock of who was in the room and noticed that Susan was conspicuously absent. Finally she spoke.

"So, whose ready to learn how not to die?"

Hours later Bulma called it quits for the day and allowed everyone to go back to whatever they felt like doing for the rest of their time in the training room.

After spending so much time around them Bulma noticed something disturbing. Every last one of them looked starved. Their skin sallow and eyes hollow. It was greatly decreasing their ability to fight and train well. She guessed they were probably bordering on malnutrition. Bulma had very resolutely decided to bring it up to Vegeta and do everything in her power to see them better fed. Though she'd kept this little plot to herself. If it fell through and they didn't know about it, it would hurt them less.

Amongst the group were a few stronger than average Earthlings, these ones Bulma was almost positive would be put into the Saiyans games. Besides Yamcha and Piccolo there was Chichi a small dark-haired woman, and a grumpy blonde who said only that her name was eight-teen.

Bulma had charged these guys with helping each other and others train while she wasn't around. They had agreed…mostly. Piccolo had said that he would attempt to train them but he didn't really have the patience for it but it was the best she could hope for.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" The voice brought Bulma out of her thoughts. She was standing next to the door preparing to leave and a very tall girl just couple of years younger than her had spoken.

Bulma looked the question at the girl.

"Could you please escort me back to our sleeping quarters? I feel ill and don't want to have to beg the Saiyans to take me."

She looked down at Bulma with big chocolate brown eyes.

"Shouldn't you go to the medical bay?" Bulma asked.

"They don't do anything for us unless it is life threatening or could cause permanent damage. I just…have cramps." A slight blush spread across the younger girls cheeks. For the life of her Bulma couldn't remember her name.

"Ah, well in that case sure." Bulma could understand her embarrassment. Who would want to explain that to a male anything, let alone a male Saiyan? Bulmas own cycles were very irregular and sometimes didn't come at all. The doctors on Earth had told her it was because of all the working out she did. She didn't have enough body fat for it.

Bulma followed the girl out of the room and through the halls making her way down to the Prisoners quarters. Both males and females were housed together in a large single room filled top to bottom with cots that stacked five high. The girl explained that half the day half the prisoners stayed here and half went to the training rooms, twelve standard hours later they swapped out.

Bulma made a mental note to schedule her training session with them more carefully so that she could spend half her time with one group and half with the other.

She didn't like way they had to live but figured there wasn't anything she could do about that particular problem. Room on a space ship was a premium. Bulma herself would have rather been kept here than with Vegeta.

"Would you please walk with me? I don't like to travel through here alone, the men have been known to rape women when they are alone." She didn't meet Bulmas eyes while she said it.

Now there was a problem that could be solved, but later, one issue at a time. Nodding her assent Bulma unlocked the door and followed the girl into the dark hole. She could tell from watching her train that she wasn't really a warrior and probably would never be one. So she could understand her fear.

The girl led as they wound their way through the towering maze of cots in the dimly lit cell. The place was huge and the voices of those around them echoed eerily. The place reminded Bulma of a cave, a dead cave. It was cold and dry, full of winding tunnel like passageways, but the slightly musky smell of humans ruined the illusion.

"Will you be safe in your bed?" Bulma asked as they made their way deeper into the cellblock.

"Yes, the ones I bunk with that are here will keep me safe."

Looking off into the darkness she felt a chill go down her spine. Something wasn't right. Bulma turned drawing her sword as she went.

Metal met metal and there Susan stood. The fierceness in her face spoke volumes as she advanced on Bulma

"I knew you'd come." She snarled at Bulma.

"A trap." Bulma said and fought the urge to look over at the girl that had led her here.

Shouting and ruckus broke out all around them as prisoners clamored to watch one of their own fight someone in Saiyan armor. Bulma finally realized how bad of an idea it had been to allow her self to be lead into the prison.

Susan rushed her forcing Bulma to move back because there wasn't enough room to move anywhere else.

"Traitor!" Susan screamed and attacked Bulma again.

Bulma blocked the strike upwards and set her foot into Susan's stomach sending her backwards.

"Will you stop fighting me?" Bulma shouted at Susan. "We don't have to be enemies, I am human too. I am trying to help you all."

Someone was moving in behind her, she could feel it up the back of her neck. Without looking Bulma kicked back and up as hard as she could. She struck the man straight in the balls. She felt her foot sink in and hit pubic bone. He fell to the ground screaming without Bulma ever looking at him.

Prisoners filled every available space on either side of the fight, piled up on the cots, swarming in all around them. A flickering of fear ran through Bulma, she was good but the numbers could overwhelm her. Bulma looked into Susans' eyes.

"Stop this or I will kill you." She would kill Susan and she let the other girl see that in her eyes.

"You can try." Susan said.

"Never forget that I gave you the option of life over death, never forget the one you chose." Bulmas voice was calm as she watched Susan make up her mind. "Susan don't-"

Susan charged her again. Bulma met her charge blocking her attacks with skill borne of a lifetime of practice. Alarms began to sound and shouts could be heard from the Saiyan guards as they stormed the prison cell intent upon getting to the fight.

Bulma knew what she had to do, she had to make an example of Susan or else she would be challenged again and again. The world inside Bulmas head went quite, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Bulma brought her sword down across Susans; severing the lower quality sword in two. The metal clanged to the ground. Bulma turned, rotating her body back towards Susan, her blade moved with her, and then across Susans throat in one clean movement.

Arterial blood sprayed across Bulmas faces and hair. The warm liquid ran down her neck and dripped slowly to the floor.

Susan froze looking confused; she opened her mouth, closed it and could only blink down at Bulma.

"You chose this." Bulmas voice held no emotion. She felt nothing and the little voice in the back of her head insisted this was a bad thing but Bulma shoved that little voice back into it's box. She'd worry about her own psyche later.

Susan's eyes rolled back and she tumbled to the floor, her neck a gaping wound. The prison cell was deathly quite.

Blinking, Bulma found herself able to focus on the room and those around her. It was mostly humans but the Saiyan guard had apparently reached them just in time for the finale.

Ignoring the Saiyans Bulma crouched down to clean her sword off on a clean piece of Susans clothing. There was very little blood on the blade, it was easy to wipe away. She stood up and sheathed her sword.

First thing first, Bulma turned on the girl who had led her into the trap. Bulma lashed out, grabbing her around the throat, digging her nails into that delicate flesh. The blonde fell to her knees in front of Bulma. She wrapped her hands around Bulmas wrist and tried to pry her hand off, but Bulmas hand would not be moved. Bulma felt a vague sense of wonder at her own strength. How could she be so much stronger already? She could feel it; she was slightly more than human strong now. Tearing out the girls' throat would be…easy.

"How did Susan get that sword?"

She could not afford to let someone live who was planning her death. Could she? If she let her live would she continue trying to kill her? Even now that Susan was dead? The girl was trying to speak but Bulma was holding on to her throat too heard. Bulma loosened her grip to allow her to speak.

"I won't tell you anything. Traitorous bit-"

Bulma calmly tightened her grip again. She had totally read this girl wrong; at least her spirit was strong if not her body. It was too bad.

"Tell me and I'll let you go. Refuse and I'll rip your throat out."

She tried to shake her head but could only her head but could only glare furiously up at Bulma. A strange emptiness filled Bulma then, it replaced the calm with…nothingness.

"What is your name?" She loosened her grip just enough to let her speak.

"Rachel."

"Look into my eyes, see what isn't there and then decide. Your life, or your information."

Rachel stared into her eyes and then grew pale. "I don't know much. All I know is that it was a Saiyan. Susan said that, there was one of them that hates you just as much as she does…did."

Bulma nodded and let her go. Then spoke loud enough for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

"I want to help everyone from Earth. I want to help make you stronger, I want to try to negotiate for a better order of things for all of you. I cannot even begin to do this if I constantly have to fight against the very people I am trying to protect. If anyone attempts to take my life I will do my best to take theirs in turn. Whether we come from the same planet or not, I will never simply allow someone to kill me. Keep that in mind."

Even to her, her voice sounded hollow and empty. It should have bothered her that it wouldn't have bothered her to tear out Rachel's throat, but it didn't.

The Saiyans stood looking vaguely stunned. Bulma didn't understand why. They themselves often killed in much worse ways. Hell, she hadn't even killed Rachel.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Instead of answering her they glanced at each other. Bulma frowned.

"What?"

They shook their heads. "The Prince demands your presence in the throne room."

"Of course he does." Bulma was in no mood to deal with Vegeta at the moment. "He can just wait until later."

Human and Saiyan eyes went wide all around her. The taller Saiyan on the right reached up and touched his scouter.

"The Prince says we are to drag your unconscious bleeding body to the throne room if you won't come of your own free will."

Rolling her eyes Bulma shrugged.

"Fine. Lead the way." The Saiyans turned in unison shouting at the humans to make a hole. They scuttled out of the way and back into the dark like a bunch of animals. Bulma sighed; she was going to do her best to convince Vegeta that the humans should be kept in better conditions. Bulma could hear the humans whispering all around her. It mostly consisted of insults towards her. The word traitor was being liberally applied.

Thinking back to the body that she'd left lying on the floor she was beginning to believe that they were right.

The light from the hall hurt Bulmas eyes after the darkness of the cell. Once out in the hall Bulma need a distraction so she decided to pester the Saiyans.

"What are your names?"

They walked ahead of her, not looking back to check and make sure she was following.

"Tomaton."

"Zucinul."

Tomaton and Zucinul were easily a foot and a half taller than Bulma.

"Toma and Zuc huh?" They both cringed at the mangling of their names but continued on as if they hadn't heard her. "Now, tell me why you looked at me like that. You've surely seen worse things, done worse things."

"Yes I've killed many, but that is not what has startled me." Zuc answered me first. "It was the way you killed, they way you almost killed again."

"What?"

"Emotionless." It was Toma who spoke; his voice was deeper than Zuc's like he didn't use it as often.

"Yes. That's what it was." Zuc continued. "There was nothing on your face, nothing at all. When we kill, there is always something. Anger, hate, passion, joy. You felt nothing. I've only ever seen one other person who kills so emotionlessly."

Bulma swallowed. "Who?"

"Prince Vegeta." Tomas gruff voice answered her.

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A/N: I know this took forever but I promise the next one sooner because it's already half written, lol. It is actually this chapter cut in half. I noticed this was getting a bit longish so I've decided to make it two chapters instead of one. R&R if you please. Thanks!