A/N – Some reviews would be nice. Corrective criticism, encouragement, anything. Is anyone even reading this story?
"Alright, you're finished. Back to the hold." Vegeta ordered, arms crossed over his bulging chest.
"Oh, please your highness let her stay out here with us. We're already on route, she can't go anywhere." Kakkarot begged, knowing that flattery was the best way to win Vegeta over.
Bulma smiled pleasantly, attempting to look harmless as Vegeta looked her over. "Fine, make yourself useful, prepare us a meal."
Bulma laughed as Kakkarot paled and said. "No, that's not a good idea, she's not. . it's just you wouldn't"
"Quit your stammering! If she's going to be out here she's going to work. She is a slave, so she will do slave work. Go. Cook. Now." He ordered menacingly.
"Alright then I'll start with your meal." She replied cheerfully, barely disguising her ominous tone.
Kakkarot groaned as he showed her to the kitchen. "Really B- you don't have to, I could cook it and we can say you made it." He said.
"Nope. Da masta wants me to make his dina, and make his dina I shall like a good litta slave." She replied giggling as she dug through the cupboards. Settling her hand on three unmarked cans she decided whatever they contained would go together nicely.
Kakkarot saw the random things she was grabbing and pleaded. "Please B- don't piss him off, it won't do you any good. If you're nice you might win him over, he's not all that bad when you get used to him."
She heated up what she thought was oil, though it was slightly green tinged, in a pan. Then she began mixing the contents of the cans with a large amount of something which looked like it might be salt, or sugar, who cares she thought. She giggled manically to herself as she mixed it all together forming patties, and tossing them into the oil.
"Oh my God, what are you doing? Do you even know what this stuff is?" Kakkarot asked her, frustrated.
"Haven't the faintest, but who cares. He wanted me to cook, there you go. Its cooked. . . I think." Bulma said cheerfully.
"Ohh prince FUZZ BUTT! Dinners ON!" Bulma cried out with glee as she slapped the still greasy patty's onto a plate.
"For starters I am greatly disappointed, I ordered you to make dinner for all of us. This is barely enough food for myself." Vegeta began as he sat at the table.
He took a long, curious, look at the thing sitting on the plate before him. "What is it?" he asked as he poked it with his knife.
"Haven't the faintest." Bulma replied, plopping in a seat at the table and settling her head in her hands to get a closer look. She didn't want to miss any look that crossed his face as he bit in.
"Did she poison it?" he asked Kakkarot skeptically.
"Not to my knowledge, but I tried to warn you about her cooking." He informed the man.
"Oh you aren't getting out of this one," She said leaping out of her chair to fix another plate. "There's no fishing holes around here, smart guy. Eat up." She said handing Kakkarot the plate.
"Hey, I thought we were friends." He whined in response.
"Was that before, or after you abandoned my species to near extinction?" she replied.
"If this is how you prepare food it's a wonder you didn't go extinct ages ago." Vegeta said sniffing his first fork full. Slowly he placed it in his mouth. It burned and curdled on his tongue instantly and he spat it out onto his plate.
"INFURIATING SLAVE! How dare you try to pass this off as food!" Vegeta screamed tossing his plate onto her covering her in the greasy green slime.
"Hey! This is my only set of clothes you ass hole!" She shouted in response. "Eww" She said as she tried to shake the green slime off of herself.
"You are to clean this up immediately! Kakkarot prepare a real meal at once." Vegeta said before stalking out of the room. Bulma watched as he walked quite briskly to the nearby bathroom and she could faintly hear his retching from within.
Kakkarot grabbed her shoulder to turn her to face him. "You're lucky he didn't kill you for that. This isn't Earth Bulma, you can't get away with that shit here. You aren't a rich, famous, genius here B-; you're a slave. Just get used to that fact."
"You're wrong about that Goku, I am still a genius, and I will never be his or anyone else's slave. YOU get used to THAT." She said storming off.
She had wondered pretty far considering how small the ship was, down a hall opposite the one the other slaves were being held in. It wasn't until she rounded her third corner that she considered she may be lost. Deciding she didn't really care if she was lost or not, she started trying different doors to see what they contained.
The first was a largish room, painted light blue. It contained a huge empty tank with wires and tubes coming from it. She also saw what looked to be an examination table, with medical tools on a counter near a sink.
The next room appeared to be a bedroom of sorts. It was lavish and Spartan at the same time. A large comfortable bed took up most of the room with a rich red colored blanket and navy blue sheets. She opened a door off to the side and found a small ensuite bathroom complete with a stall shower. Deciding she needed to clean up anyway, she rooted through the closet and found it filled with spandex body suits like the Sayains wore.
Turning on the shower she tossed off her clothes and hopped in. the warm water soothing her muscles, she massaged the soap into her skin languidly. After rinsing the shampoo from her hair she thought she heard a quiet 'click'. Listening carefully for a few moments she heard no further movement and returned to rubbing the conditioner into her hair.
She savored the water just another moment before turning off the tap. She then reached out of the stall in search of the towel and found the rack empty. Dread fell like lead in her stomach as she realized, someone was in the bathroom.
Sticking her head out of the shower she saw Vegeta sitting smugly on the toilet. She SCREAMED at the top of her lungs causing the arrogant man to cover his ears quickly.
Her screaming did nothing to soothe the headache Vegeta obtained after his bout of nausea. "GET OUT!" She screamed. Causing him to laugh It's my bathroom he thought, I'm not going anywhere.
"Who the hell do you think you are! Sneaking up on a defenseless young woman while she's in the shower!" Bulma screamed animatedly.
At this point Vegeta found the new slave to be far too amusing to anger him. If she's giving me this much trouble, imagine the hell she'll give Freza. He thought. He decided his best way to occupy Freza was use the fire in this woman as a distraction, leaving him open to attack.
He decided to keep her around, if only just for entertainment. After all he admired her feistiness, and pert buttocks.
"I am the Prince of All Sayians, This is MY bathroom, and you are far from young. Toss this on, Kakkarot should have a decent meal finished soon." He said as he threw the suit at her, leaving the bathroom and one befuddled slightly aggravated slave behind him.
After she was dressed Vegeta escorted her back to the kitchen in silence. He walked behind her, convincing himself it was to keep a close eye on her. In reality it was to get a good look at her ass in the spandex body suit he lent her.
When they entered the kitchen Kakkarot dropped the spatula at the sight of Bulmas large breasts straining against the fabric of the spandex. It was clear that her bra that was lost with the earth and never replaced.
"I found this in my shower," Vegeta said nodding to the woman. "You clearly cannot manage a task as small as keeping track of it. Bring the slaves their meal and relieve Nappa, you're on guard duty for the night."
"Aww." Kakkarot moaned as he picked up the bucket containing the generous portions he cooked for the slaves. "Fine, come on B- I'll show you the way back."
"No, she is to remain here. I will keep an eye on her myself as its clear no one else can be trusted to the task." Vegeta replied.
"I'll keep whatever you like on her, sir." Radditz teased as he entered the room. He then good a good look at the woman in question. "Wow, um just wow." His jaw dropped at the sight of her in nothing but the form fitting spandex they all wore.
It had been a long time since any of them saw a physically compatible woman. Even the ever self-controlled Vegeta was being worn down by the soft sway of her hips.
Vegeta attempted to ignore her as he served up his portion of the meal. This became all the more difficult when she leaned forward to serve up a small portion for herself.
"You can have more than that; it's not poisoned unlike your cooking." Vegeta said staring at his plate.
"I did purposely make it taste like that, but truth is I'm not a very good cook even when I try. Humans don't eat even a tenth of what a Sayian does, I don't require as much food is all." She said politely as she bit into the first forkful.
"Goku's not a half bad cook though, I'm kinda surprised. All he could cook growing up whatever weird animals he caught roasted over a fire."
Nappa came into the kitchen and stopped in the door way. "How the hell did that get here?" he asked indicating to Bulma in shock.
"She escaped you hours ago, both you and Kakkarot could not keep her under control, so now she will be under my supervision." Vegeta replied.
"Why is it eating at the table?" Nappa asked scathingly.
While Sayians always had a distinct caste system in place, they never condoned slavery. It was Freza who brought the practice to their culture, something Nappa believe to be a civilizing influence.
"Because she has outsmarted half my forces already, not that neither you nor Kakkarot are that intelligent, so she has earned the right to eat at our table." Vegeta replied as he continued shoveling his food at warp speed.
Silence overtook them at the table something Bulma was unfamiliar with. So she attempted to fill it.
"SO," She said. "Eventful day, huh. What's the plan for the remainder of the evening?" she asked pleasantly.
She earned herself a disdainful look from Vegeta as he continued to eat, never breaking pace.
Sighing she decided to clean up the dishes while the others finished, humming to herself as she worked. She began singing what little she remembered of a jazzy song from her Chicago sound track. Humming through the unfamiliar lyrics she belted out the chorus. "You be good to MAMA, Mama'll be good to youuuu."While she shook her hips slightly.
When she got to a particularly sassy part of the song she began all out dancing, swinging her hips widely, spraying suds throughout the sink. Radditz dropped his fork off the table and food clung to his lower lip as he watched her rounded rear end sway alluringly.
"Woman, stop that immediately. You're going to give Radditz and aneurysm." Vegeta said sneering at his subordinate.
"Oh," She said shocked that she had gotten so carried away. She turned to see Radditz attempt to gather his composure and giggled. "It's been awhile since you guys had a girl around huh?"
"Sayianoid beings are rather rare in the universe," Vegeta said as he handed her his plate to wash. "One as similar as yourself has been, until this point, unheard of."
"Aren't there any Sayian girls for you to hook up with?" She asked.
"No" He replied darkly.
Bulma felt she had hit a sore spot and continued the dishes in silence.