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Chapter 5

New project

Vegeta was on his knees, trying to catch his breath. As he looked down, he saw sweat drops falling from his forehead to the floor, leaving small dark circles behind. A year passed since his first mission with Kakarott and finally he challenged him to a one-on-one fight. Of course it was just for training, not a real life-death situation, but it was still outrageous how much effort it cost him to defeat a 3rd class warrior. Kakarott was only 11 years old, he was 16 and the Prince, yet his abilities appeared less and less superior compared to his. It might have started on Earth, but since that girl was transported here, Kakarott's abilities somehow began to improve at an unbelievable peace. What did she do with him in the last two years? She knew nothing about fighting and had a tiny Ki, there was no way she trained him. Then what? Did she invent some kind of gadget what was capable of increasing one's Ki? No, even she cannot be so good and he kept a close eye on her in the last year, since she upgraded the armour. That was quite an unexpected boost and it came in handy at the battlefield. It wasn't even like they forced her to do it, she just came up with such a brilliant idea on her own. Damn, he just ended up thinking about her, instead of focusing on the battle. He stood up and looked over at Kakarott. He was still lying on the ground and by the look of it, he just came to himself.

"That was a great fight, we should do it again!" Kakarott called and he was smiling like an idiot.

That was again something, what Vegeta just didn't get. How can somebody be so happy about the fact that his ass was just kicked? He should be ashamed and at loss. Losing a battle was almost like losing your honour, even if it was just a training.

"I know stronger houseplants then you Kakarott" He said, not willing to admit that he was somewhat of a challenge and especially not admitting his fear, that it might just worsen with time.

Bulma was coming back from the kitchen where she has spoken with Chichi and as she turned toward the lab, she saw light coming out from one of the training rooms. It was unusual for anybody to be training at that hour, so she decided to check it out. First she assumed it might be Kakarott, but she remembered that he was out in a mission. As she looked into the room, she saw Vegeta. He was in the middle of the room, practicing his punches, drenched in sweat. This time he didn't even had his armour on, just a dark blue short with sneakers and a black T-shirt. While she always suspected he must have a gorgeous body, not much was revealed as the shirt under his armour was long-sleeved, just like the trunks. Now as she was looking at him, she felt like she was seeing some kind of ancient Greek God or something. He concentrated so much on his exercise, that he failed to notice her. Still, as by now he was also able to sense Ki without scooter, she forced herself to continue walking towards the lab. She had no time drooling, regardless how great sight he proved to be and she was sure he would be outraged in case he noticed her. Still, it was easier said than done as every night she walked back from Chichi, she saw him training. It looked like something happened and he became determined to be even stronger. Why? As far as she knew, he was the strongest of all saiyans, by now even stronger as his own father.

"Yeah, he is strong!" Kakarott answered, when one day Bulma asked him about the Prince. "I have never met anybody so strong before and I'm hoping we will have a fight again."

"What do you mean again?"

"He asked me to spar, out of the blue and he beat me up pretty badly. I'm not sure why he wasn't training with the elite warriors, though recently they don't seem to be as strong any more. I guess the gravity belt helped me a lot!"

"Yeah, it's just a shame it cannot increase the gravity to more than 20 fold. However… I might be able to do something about in case I built a room! Yes, that's it!" Bulma cried out and run to one of the boards and began scribbling on it quickly.

Kakarott already knew this kind of Bulma; there was no chance she would talk with him for hours, so he got up from the desk where he was sitting and left the room. It was about time to get something to eat and visit Chichi!

Vegeta was furious! He came to this goddamn planet to steal some technology, which would enable their spaceships to travel at a higher speed and now the man, whom he was torturing, finally shared with him that as soon as they noticed his spaceship in the orbit, they destroyed everything. He was a stubborn man, Vegeta already broke two of his ribs and crushed both of his hands, when he finally decided to talk. Still, it seemed fishy. He looked at the bloody body sitting on the floor and leaned closer, asking:

"If you really destroyed everything, that would mean that you also lost all of your technologies!"

"I don't care, as long as you don't get it, you filthy saiyan!" He answered with such a rage, that Vegeta had to laugh.

Still, how will he get him to confess where the backup data is? He seemed to endure physical pain way better than anybody whom he ever met. By now he killed almost everybody else, so it was highly unlikely he will find somebody else, who might possess the information. Then he remembered on a conversation which he had with Bulma a couple of days ago.

Flashback

"What I don't get is this; how can you be on such a good terms with Kakarott, who killed all those humans?" Vegeta said as he stepped into the lab.

Kakarott just left the room and Bulma was studying an equation on the board.

"What do you want Vegeta?" She asked sighing.

"How are you progressing with the new spaceship?"

"Good, but I might progress better, if you wouldn't nag me every day!"

She still looked at the board, then suddenly turned to him, deciding to answer his first question:

"You know, I forgave him."

"Whom?"

"Kakarott. I don't expect you to understand, but humans are actually capable of forgiving."

"I guess in case he never hurt you physically, you can do that."

"You know, physical pain is far not the worst kind of pain. When you love somebody and have to see him suffer or die, that is more painful than anything. It's especially painful when you cannot do anything to prohibit it and you are just watching it happen in front of your eyes. I was never hurt when I was on Earth, yet sometimes I wished it was rather physical agony, then mental suffering. Still what Kakarott did, it wasn't his choice and you might not want to hear it, but I believe he is a good guy somewhere inside."

End of flashback

So according to Bulma there was another kind of pain as well and that supposed to work better. Vegeta looked around and grabbed a girl, who was trembling in the corner. She was his daughter, there was no doubt about it; she had the same brown hair and their features were similar. She was around his age, dressed in a white nightgown and sandals. Her elegant bun was already destroyed and most of her long hair hang lose.

"What do you want with her?" He cried out and to Vegeta's pleasure, he heard desperation in his voice.

"If you don't tell me, where you store the backup data, I will rape her in front of you!"

"No, please leave her alone!" He called, while she began to cry.

Vegeta smirked and without further ado, he tore off her clothes with one move. Both father and daughter cried out again, while Vegeta pushed her against the wall. She had an average body with a bit of an overweight, but with her white skin and full breasts, she looked desirable. Vegeta grabbed her arms and pinned her holding them above her head, while he parted her legs. As he loosened his own trouser, his father began to beg him, while she couldn't restrain herself any longer and began to cry, trembling with fear.

"I will tell you! It's in the box, next to my desks!" He finally spit it out.

Vegeta threw a look at the box; yes, it looked big enough to store a device capable of transporting data in electronic format; the man was most probably telling the truth. Still, just for the fun of it, Vegeta went ahead and raped the girl nevertheless, enjoying her cries and her father's sobbing in the background. After he was finished, he made sure he was indeed telling the truth and just for good measure, he killed both of them, before he left the planet.

"You have to find a way to get the data off from this!" Vegeta said, storming into the lab and putting down the box on Bulma's desk.

After he got back and cleaned up, his first priority was to make sure the scientist can work on the new engine.

"Where did you get it?" She asked interested, as she picked out the device and began to plug it together with one of the pcs.

"From an alien planet of course. By the way, it seems like you might end up saying something meaningful occasionally." Vegeta smirked.

"What do you mean?" Bulma asked a bit irritated, but she decided to stick to her plan by not showing fear in front of him and not letting him get under her skin.

"The governor was only willing to give this to me, after I raped his daughter in front of him. Regardless how many bones I crashed in his body, he just wasn't willing to say anything. So as unlikely as it seems, I actually learned something from you."

While she remained sitting and after a few seconds she continued to connect the device, he saw something in her eyes, but he couldn't quite place it. First he thought it was fear, but he realised it wasn't. It was hate and despise. Then it suddenly disappeared and only sadness remained there, like she somehow felt sorry for him. Why?

"I will be back within a couple of hours and I expect you to give me something meaningful regarding the engine at that time!" He called and left the room.

As soon as Bulma was sure she was alone, she let go of the cables as her hands began to shake so terribly, that she couldn't work. Also, she felt tears filling up in her eyes and she needed to fight them back. Crying was the last thing what she needed right now! She fully expected herself to hate him for this, but all she felt was sorry. She felt sorry, because he had no feelings whatsoever, he only knew how to kill and destroy, without ever feeling regret or any pang of consciousness. She was sure he was never loved and he was never capable of loving somebody. To feel any kind of attachment was unimaginable for him. And that was way worse than anything what she could imagine. Despite all, he had his good qualities as well; he was clever as whenever she talked with him about a project, he was quite easily following her, unlike his father, who sometimes just pretended to understand what she was talking about. He was persistent and enduring; she has seen him train quite many times recently and it was clear that he never took his power granted; he was willing to work for it. Even though he was the one who lost most of his own men in battles during invasions, by now he became quite a strategist and managed to get back almost everybody most of the times. Even when the mission proved to be more dangerous as they calculated. With his abilities he could really turn things around, but he wasn't capable to feel anything beyond rage and pride.

"What is this? Karris asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Oh, it's some kind of data storing device with an engine plan" Bulma answered, coming back to the present.

She finished plugging in the remaining wires and opened the storage on her pc.

A few days later as Bulma again stumbled upon a training Vegeta, she came up with an idea and decided to try something; she will share the gravity room's plans with the Prince and ask for his permission to build it. She was sure he will find it extremely useful as even just a gravity belt helped Kakarott to improve a lot with a 20 fold gravity. She will try to get close to him and convince him that his actions are wrong. Even inside her mind it sounded crazy, but once she decided to do something, there was no going back. Also, despite everything, she just couldn't believe that he was really not capable of feelings. Nobody can be so cruel, not even a saiyan. When she stepped into the room, Vegeta was just having a short break, clearing his face with a white towel.

"What the hell do you want?" He grunted as he saw Bulma.

"As polite as ever, what?" She answered, then added: "Actually I came to help you."

"Help me? With my training?" Vegeta asked cynically and began to laugh.

"Damn it, I have no idea, why I'm bothering with you at all! I wanted to build you a gravity room, as training at a higher gravity should be more effective, but if you are not interested…"

That caught his attention, now he was looking at her, waiting for her to go on.

"With a belt I can manage to increase the gravity with 20 fold, while in a room I'm quite sure I can manage to create a 100 time higher gravity as it is on Vegetasei."

"Are you crazy? How could you increase the gravity?" He asked, stepping closer and once again stopped by her arm.

"That's close enough! Anyhow, it's so good to know that you are trusting my abilities. Tell me, when did I ever fail to do something?"

As Vegeta decided to ignore this question, Bulma asked him to come to the laboratory and see the plans for himself. As he checked the calculations and the blueprints, he had to admit, it looked feasible. Increased gravity had so much possibility in itself and his training would be a lot more effective as it was under normal circumstances. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at her, studying her face:

"What do you want?"

"What?" This question came so unexpectedly that she had no idea, what he meant by that.

Vegeta stepped back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, while repeating:

"What do you want in exchange?"

"Nothing! I already told you, I just want to help."

"Like on Aoi-sei. You just helped me, without any ulterior motive, right?"

"Well, I saw you as my opportunity to come here, but I would have helped you anyway. I don't care whether you believe me or not, think what you want!"

Vegeta looked at her, but she seemed serious. He has never met anybody, who just did something for him and she was one of the last person, from whom he would have expected it. It just didn't make any sense.

"Why?" He finally asked.

"Maybe because I'm human, maybe because I'm naïve. Anyhow, do you want it or not?"

"When can you finish it?"

"Hold your horses! In case I'm stupid enough and give you a date, you might end up executing me, in case I fail. But let me tell you something; nobody else would be able to finish it and even when it's done, I will need to check on it occasionally. Meaning, once you agree to it; it will mean that you need me, got it? So you cannot just go and vaporise me, when you have a bad day!"

When Vegeta finally agreed with it, Bulma had a satisfied smile on her face.

Bulma managed to get herself a project, which took an extreme long time to complete. The gravity machine itself wasn't even the hardest part; she had to reinforce the room as well, to withstand gravity. Also, she had to make a basically indestructible compartment for the machine, because in case it would get hit by an energy beam, it might blow up otherwise. Still, she enjoyed the task as it challenged her on a whole new level and she improved a lot.

"Damn it!" She cried out and run to the desk, where she was heating a liquid over a small flame.

While she worked on the walls, she also had to finish her normal work, which involved creating new fuel for the spaceships. For that reason she set up a small lab in the gravity chamber, to avoid running back and forth between the two rooms. However she has totally forgotten about the liquid and now it was just about to boil over. She grabbed it with a clamp and run toward the exit. Vegeta decided to pick this exact moment to appear in the doorway, blocking her way.

"Move!" She cried, but he remained there.

"Move damn it, I don't have time!" She repeated but he decided to argue:

"Just who do you think you are, using that tone with me?"

"Damn it Vegeta…" She began, but at that moment the liquid boiled over and it landed on the Prince's shirt.

It was lucky, that it wasn't really hot as the boiling point was on 50°C, but it was a highly flammable substance. Bulma cursed, then threw away the now empty tube and called:

"Get rid of your shirt!" As Vegeta wasn't showing any willingness to do it, she added: "Strip! Now!"

"Are you crazy?" He managed to ask, while to his dismay he blushed.

He had no idea, what was going on. First, she gave him instructions, then soaked his shirt and now… now she was asking him to get naked? To his utter shock, she grabbed his shirt and began to tear it off. It was most probably due to the adrenalin and not to her power, but she managed to tear it off with two pulls. It was so unexpected that he never even had the presence of mind to try to prevent it. He was just about to seize her, when she grabbed him, pulling him behind a big panel. The next moment they heard a small explosion and when they peeked out behind the panel, they saw the remaining of his shirt burning on the ground.

"See? When I tell you to move your ass, that is with a good reason" Bulma sighed, looking at him.

Gosh, his bare chest looked so gorgeous that she had to gather all her will power to tear away her eyes from it. It was a bad idea removing his shirt… but she had no other choice. As she looked at him, she couldn't help to laugh. His always so composed face, which never revealed any emotion apart from anger, looked way too funny! He almost looked like he was embarrassed and just before she removed his shirt, she could swear, she saw him blushing. That was so unexpected from the mighty Prince, she would have never dreamed to see such a reaction from him.

"What the fuck was that?" Vegeta asked, grinding his teeth.

"A component of the new fuel. I have to work on that as well, as the deadline is within a week. I set up a small lab here, to avoid running from one place to the other."

"You should just work on the gravity machine, that is more important!"

"To let you finally have an excuse to execute one of the other scientists? I don't think so. I told you, I don't need any special treatment. That also means I will keep on working on the normal tasks as well. Had you not killed off all the others working in the lab, I would have more time!"

"Why are you so worried about the others? They are not even from your race."

"Because I cannot not care and I grew quite found of them. I learned a lot from each and I'm not ready to risks their lives, if there is anything what I can do about it."

With that said, she turned back to her small temporary lab, filled another tube with the liquid and began to heat it again, this time promising herself to check on it before it boils over.

At this point, I already figured out the whole plot and the ending. Don't worry, it won't happen quite just yet! Actually in case my calculations are right, it will end up being my second longest fanfiction so far. So for those, who haven't checked out my other stories; this is an invitation to a dance :D I really hope you will follow the story and keep coming back for updates!