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A/N Yeah I know I spell it Sayian in this chapter then in earlier chapters it's Saiyin. W/E! And I don't feel like editing. Also a warning it is not written like the chapters previous. To me this chapter doesn't have the rhythm I once had. Blame it on the golden arches!
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Chapter Seven: Entrapped On the Salvage
Frieza's room was decorated in every shade of blue imaged. The ceiling was a light blue and ribbons and tassels of a slightly darker hue drifted in the air. The floor was the darkest blue very close to purple. Statues erect of his King, brother, and him darn in of stony bluish-gray color. The walls were curved and draped with several light blue cloth. Contrasting of the skyscraper windows that she was use to was a row of tiny bubble windows. She knew the stars were limited now. Captain Ginyu sat her up on a stone ledge and chained her up before Frieza enter the room. When he did his footsteps slow and then turn to the blue mistress. He sat far from her on the other side by the drapes.
""So tell me about my son."" Bulma lay on a stone bed with her legs clamped and chained. Frieza hadn't touched her yet which surprised her. Usually he'd whisper in her ear how he coveted her when he visited the Dominion.
""That Vegeta! What are we going to do with him? He wants me to keep you safe."" His chilling alto tone kept in a laugh as he spoke. Bulma did recognize his humor quite yet. ""That's not the funny part so don't laugh... here's the punch line he wants me to keep my hands off of you. Isn't that hysterical?"" Lava molted in her belly, churning. Vegeta added fuel to Frieza's disgusting fire. He started in his laugh. ""Vegeta happens know where Trunks is, yes. Well I guess he does because he didn't answer when I asked. This kid will be the death of me. I hate kids. I hate kids! Saiyan kids! I hate them... no sophistication!"" His tongue snared and rolled against his teeth and he snapped them shut. In the process of closing his mouth he snagged a piece of lip and it bleed. He licked the blood and eyed his candy. ""I'll show you your son."" He strutted towards her with his tail dragging behind him. His hot breath fogged in the cool room. ""Vegeta's quest for immortality is going to come to a dead end. I think he even traded your son in order to have that book. You remember that book Mistress? Remember my last trip to the Dominion and I brought that Fortune Teller?"" Her eyes condensed now parallel to his.
""Krebs."" Still churning still on fire she revels within.
""How bad do you want your son?"" His breath smelled like blood her eyes saw the revenge.
Turles Shop
"Vegeta." After spending the night in luscious silk and alien linen this stone bed felt like needles. Bulma waited for MALX to come. She drifted in and out of sleep because she didn't get much sleeping done during the previous night. It was almost time for MALX to invade the shop again and she knew she had to listen closely to the guards. In her mind she had already made up that she wasn't going to tell anyone what Vegeta told her. Before he took her back he whispered that he was going to be in one of the suits. "He smiled." She rustled through her tumultuous blue hair and brought her knees against her chest. Just as planned MALX stormed in. The girls ran in different directions as Bulma watched from her bed. Turles was seen dragged passed her door clinging to the rug. "I wonder will he choose to fight with MALX." A tall Saiyan with black hair and spikes in wild directions entered her room. He was armed in MALX official armor he reek of an Elite. He stood so high and strong. Then he looked down at the stone slab where Bulma laid; his eyes watered and he dropped to his knees and picked her up.
""Child you were not supposed to go on the ship."" Bulma didn't resist him he looked exactly like her friend.
""You're Bardock."" Bulma whispered softly.
""Vegeta!"" Bardock yelled as he was coming out of the shop the light of both suns were blinding. Vegeta had three MALX soldiers with him and two open pods shaped like a chariot. ""Vegeta!"" He put Bulma in Vegeta's arm. Vegeta placed her in the back of the last pod where she was the only girl there. He pulled off the drape so that it rested on his neck. ""Vegeta"" Bardock motion for Vegeta to step away from the pod. Bulma looked over the rim to see if she could hear them and she couldn't really read their lips.
""What Bardock!"" Vegeta sort of floated Bardock's way, he barely let his feet touch the ground.
""We were supposed to leave her on Earth."" Bardock said calmly tilting his head towards the chariot.
""No."" Was the answer in the same second without dimension; he tried not to look her way.
""She will burn the Empire to the ground."" A little more sharpness was added to the tone of Bardock's voice. The two suns beat on the reflection of their armor.
""You saw this and didn't tell me, why?"" Vegeta upped his authoritativeness knowing it was valuable information. Bardock would try to avoid any type fight with Vegeta with no one here to pose on his side.
""Vegeta who was the one that brought her here?"" Bardock closed his eyes and figured out the answer. ""Nappa. You know when this is done it will be your fault.""
""You'll just tell planet Vegeta that you didn't know about this."" Vegeta said simply. Bardock's features got even further perplexed and filled with disgust. How could the Prince muster this without his knowledge and how could he go on to take that risk.
""Wait how did you know about... you know that she'll dethrone!"" He went to search for answers; he didn't find what he was looking for. It wasn't like he never took a peak into Vegeta's head before. It was just that Vegeta had a complex mind. ""...What's your agenda?""
""Bardock stop reading my mind or I'll kill you."" Vegeta was done with this conversation and moved on with giving orders. ""Bardock." He murmured under breath. He wasn't going to let the likes of Bardock ruin his plan.
""Krebs?! You can't trust that old senile woman!"" Vegeta walked away and started up his pod.
""Turles you and your father will take her to my mother. Never mind Bardock... you will go to the King and tell him you've found my princess. You..."" This other Saiyan had cold black eyes; he wore an animalistic face gritting his teeth in a smile. ""You'll take these whores to East entrance of the Palace tell them it's a gift to Onitabo from the Prince."" His signature smirk that Bulma knew all too well had resurfaced giving him a light in his eyes. She knew he wasn't as evil as she had once barked.
All three turned to Vegeta and took in their duties. ""Sir"" Vegeta placed the drape back over his nose to keep the sand out the lungs.
"Now are you ready to meet my mother? I swear she's not as bad as I make her to be... she's just a Saiyan woman. Are you ready to work?" He planted himself in the driver's seat and took off.
"Sure." Bulma sounded unsure though. These Saiyans loved work and wasn't sure what her work entailed. Really all she knew about Saiyans was that they loved sex. "Is your mother like you?"
"No."
Bulma didn't argue with Vegeta and she put on the hooded sack she had stolen from one of the girls. Vegeta tilted his head back and smiled. "I want you tonight. My mother will hopefully let me fulfill this. Don't you think?"
"I think you're crazy." She said as he rode by in dramatic speeds in the bright white sand.
"You never told me you knew Bardock." Vegeta huffed out in amazement. He just wanted to hear that mouth ramble on and expectantly sneer various vulgarities.
"I don't know Bardock. I know Goku and you told me that Bardock was Goku father."
"Kakarott!"
"Whatever! I've known him for years and I'll keep calling him Goku."
"Keep it up and I'll leave you with my mother."
"That does sound like a bad idea as long as she isn't a nympho then we're cool."
"You think I'm a nymph?"
"I'm pretty sure you're a whore."
"No you're the whore! Really you are a whore, was a whore. You'll be my princess soon."
"What if I gratuitously decline?"
"What if you're gratuitously an idiot?"
"Well before I met you I wasn't a whore. I had no reason to be a whore. I met you and that's when the shit hit the fan. I became a whore."
"You're not a whore now. Do you think I'm a whore?"
"Well within 2 seconds of meeting me you had sex with me. So what am I suppose to think?"
"Well what nerve? You know while you were out whoring yourself off I had abstained from sex for the seven Earthly months when we were apart. I went on missions and collected women like you wouldn't believe. Did I have sex with them? No. You on the other hand spread like peanut butter." Vegeta stop talking and laughed as Bulma was picking her up jaw from the floor. "That human term! I've always wanted to say that."
"You know Vegeta! That's not funny."
"You may like it tonight. It's going to be extremely dark the darker moon will eclipse the lighter one for a few days. Then you just said my name. I'll pull this pod to the side at this second but I believe my mother would be disappointed if you came in late."
"I don't know why you still have me around. Kill me already."
"Isn't it every little earth girls' dream to become a princess and you avidly hate it. I want to become a princess and I'm already a prince."
"You a jack..."
"I've thought about your mouth. You have a very vulgar tongue its very Saiyan to have a tongue like yours but it's extremely un-lady like. Princesses don't say those words Love."
"I don't know what to do with you. I hate you! I really have a strong hate for you in the pit of my stomach. It feels like fire...no it feels like lava. It burns for me to kill you."
"That's okay you won't be strong enough to kill me. You can't kill a Saiyan."
"Everything dies."
"I won't."
"Don't you think that you're afraid of dying?"
"I don't fear anything."
"Everyone has a fear Prince."
"What do you fear?"
"You're ridiculous...really. I really fear that my family is dead."
"Now was that so hard?"
"...and you?"
"Well it's not the regurgitated bull you just gave me. I hate crowds."
"You fear crowds of people?"
"No I hate crowds! Bulma Briefs I know everything about you. I know that you may worry about your parents, but you don't really fear for their lives. Before you met me you seemed like the type that was unhappy with life. You fear me."
"I don't...."
"You do! I have showed you compassion and you can't understand why. Bulma listen, you've woken up in the middle of the night just to check if you're still alive. You've checked to see if I kept you alive. Now tell me you don't fear me." She didn't say anymore. The drive to the palace was not like yesterdays flight to the place. The Prince, she wanted to argue with him and tell him how wrong he was. Then she thought about last night and when she went to sleep in the shop. Was he watching her? Then she thought to herself that Vegeta knew nothing about her and that anger started flowing again. This time the outburst could not be shown. This time her rage would have to be dealt with in a bottled up fashion.
'I will kill a Saiyan.' Clear as day; she had to check if she said it aloud. The desolate bright white sand ended to start with the metal-framed entrance and bleached white walls as the legs of the structure. With only the lights bouncing off the dark walls and the engine blaring as it bounced along the tunnel there was only silence between the two.
Those prominent colors took inundation in this part of the Palace. Not like Vegeta's where only his bed had the royal colors. This was a torrent of White, Yellow, and Black. Everything was in that sequence of white, yellow, and black it was very nauseating to Bulma to say the least. She was very trouble by the décor and drapes off the royal colors barely touching the pure white marble like ground. The black statues of a large sized Vegeta killing a creature and the eye catcher put fear in Bulma's heart. This statue was different it was yellow and unlike sulfur this yellow element was hard to her fingernail as she dragged them along the toe of the behemoth statue. Her eyes traveled upward to meet a colossal sized Vegeta in near 11 feet not including the stump it was hosteled onto.
"Find something you like?" She was so intensely mystified by a Statue she didn't understand. She didn't pay much attention to a word Vegeta said. He took his grip around her wrist and dragged her away from the statue that seemed to glow to her. "Let's go!"
"What was that?" Silence filled the space between the two once more. It was constant and maddening for Bulma. She didn't understand the culture and here she had a Prince that was very cultured and refused to teach her anything but the Saiyan language. He took her to a set of dark doors and pushed both doors open without any strain. This room didn't skip out on the décor as Bulma hoped. It was a constant reminder that a family liked three colors lived vivaciously. Everything was stuck out like sore thump. The bed however had an akin to crème linen fabric. It wasn't as amazing as the floating bed on the ship but it was a piece of art.
Vegeta took his place before her and she suit to follow. Here she was first impression on the queen in a sack basically. There she was outfitted in a dark violet dress that shimmered in open light. The golden straps webbed along her shoulders and neck. Her back was open and she slowly turned her head over her shoulders. Her body then followed her head and she didn't smile. She was petite and little with a god-complex look in her eyes.
""Mother this is Bulma Briefs. She was being cleared from Turles whorehouse when I found her this morning. Where is my father?"" So casual of an introduction Bulma thought that there would be some type of fanfare if you meet a queen. When Bulma say her it stunned her how beautiful the Queen was. Her hair was like a metallic black pinned up and it shimmered in the skylight. Her eyes were small but they fit the dark gray that slanted upwards. She had a slight widow's peak that pointed to the T shape brow to nose. Her nose ended in a bubble and was the only soft quality to her face. Her top lip formed a perfect crease and swelled up only to flatten out to the corner of her mouth. Her face was had many plains but wasn't that there was so much to point out that this woman was unearthly beautiful. Like Vegeta. ""A whorehouse you say? Well she's a bit dirty could you at least get a cleaner one.""
"The asshole doesn't fall far from the tree." Bulma rocked on her heels like an impatient child.
""She was the cleanest one mother."" Vegeta ignored Bulma's blunt impertinence and kept his eyes locked on his mother.
""You know Vegeta? I don't think that this one can work the way I would command her. Can she even understand what we're saying? I don't like those big eyes either.""
""She can understand most of the things we say.""
""Those eyes will get her killed. I hate the way it looks.""
""Mother I want her to work for my father.""
""NO!""
""Well what do you want me to do with her?""
""You keep her. I'm disgusted by you taste of women... slave girl or not."
""Well if she is mine then give me a permit for her. That's why I brought her to you. So that you can get one of your girls to show her around and get her tagged. Since I'm never home because of missions she'll just be an ornament in my room.""
""You want to really keep her I thought if I said I didn't want her you'd just end up killing her like that one slave girl you brought me. I'll keep her, for now."" His mother was firm and stern she meant business and her dark eyes were like coals under pressure. He didn't really have respect for most of his elders and this was not an exception Bulma caught on to this. It wasn't the same disrespect that earthly teenagers displayed; it was too much respect in a mocking like tone.
"You don't like her do you?" Bulma whispered as he left the two to meet.
"I don't think there is a known word strong enough to describe my "dislike"."
""Charming isn't he. My own flesh knows how to impress his prey. I don't know what exactly he is trying to pull but...""
""I'm sorry I'll just get on to work."" Bulma bowed and was ready to follow Vegeta but the Queen had as firm as a grip as Vegeta.
""Wait! Um it seems that my son rattled some despair in you. I have nothing for you to do, for now. Please take a bath. You reek; this discolored smell. A whorehouse? Where did you come from?"" The queen's eyes narrowed as she wiped her hands clean in a bowl of water.
""Earth.""
""Well that makes some sense Earth. I've always wanted to visit the tiny blue blur. Do all the girls look like you? I mean that hair color is a bit off.""
""No just a few girls dye their hair this color and I was born with it.""
""Interesting. You'll work for me and live with my son. That's his plan, right? Contact with the King my husband is prohibited and will be punished by death if done so without express permission. Do you got that? Please! Vegeta has a bathhouse in his quarters. I'll have one of my new girls to take you. As a matter of fact... she is from the same place as you. What a coincidence?""
""I'll call her here. Karochi."" The dark haired girl came from the hall and her face hit Bulma before anything else did. It was so familiar to her. Yet it was dark and crowded with thoughts and it didn't smile in the presence of Bulma. When Bulma realized who it was she pulled a smile out and dropped it. Bulma copied the face and quickly walked out of the Queen's presence.
""Karochi?"" She didn't answer to the name and kept walking until Bulma realized it was Vegeta's room.
""Get inside."" Karochi said sternly.
"Bulma." The girl took Bulma in a tight embrace.
"Karochi is it?"
"Well I had to take a Saiyan name and the queen doesn't like smiles on a slave girls' face."
"Well she needs to get the stick out of her as..."
"Bulma?"
"Yes Chi."
"How are you? I mean do you know how hard it is to only talk to Goku in my language. This Saiyan crap is still taking a bit more time for me to get use to...and you."
"Well I was in a whorehouse and I had sex with all these different men. It was the worst ever then Vegeta came and turned the place down."
"Vegeta? Ehh! Goodness! He owns this world doesn't he? There is so much I have to share with you but let me start your bath first. You reek. The Queen was right."
"Do you wait on her hand and foot?"
"Worse she can't do anything by herself. She brings different members of the Dominion to her room and discusses business. I don't know what that's all about but she gives everyone the same warning about the King."
""Do come near the King without my expressed permission.""
"Ha! You sounded just like her."
"I think finding you is the worst now no one can understand us and our little jokes."
"That's okay they talk about me in other languages too."
"You're being paranoid."
"No Saiyans have some diverse language systems. This Saiyan dialect, Icijingo, and an old Tusfuru language are three common languages here. I heard the Queen speak it and the head honcho speaks it too. This place has me feeling like some old hag. All the time I find myself sleeping."
"You could be pregnant!"
"Ha! Funny how that is your first answer to everything I saw. Bulma I'm feeling a little depressed. Then I might as well be pregnant, right?"
"Chi Chi maybe? I hate this place with a passion. I'll burn it down with my own hands."
"Well you do that. Just make sure I have at least a ten second head start. What do you think about Vegeta?"
"Cocky, terrible in bed, most ugly, self-centered, control freak thing in the world! One time he told me that the ship didn't have food and then told me to go on a fast. When he came to his bed I'd find smells of food on him. He's evil."
"Bulma I can't tell you everything I know and I want to cry."
"Oh God you are pregnant." Bulma's eyes jumped with excitement then slowly eased down to this Saiyan planet.
"No listen to me! There is so much I can't tell you. If I do they threaten to kill my child. Please don't say anything. Goku said when I start showing he's going to have to take me somewhere else. He doesn't know if my body can support a Saiyan child and I might have to stay under care. Many Saiyan women can't bear their own children and that's why most are planted in tubes. That's why I'm so scared."
"Chi you're kiddin' me you're the strongest woman I know."
"Thanks but you still smell. Dunk your head in. I'm going to scrub all the smelly off of you. They didn't let you bathe in a whorehouse shouldn't that be a requirement."
"Shut up this isn't Earth. Wow Chi you're going to have Goku's kid."
"Yeah! I don't want a dead husband though. Do you know what MALX do?"
"No. What do they do?"
"They Sanitize Planets. They kill everything then sell the planet. What they did with Earth was different they were searching and found what they were looking for. Bulma... Vegeta will be here soon and it's not safe to talk about this. So I have to stop today. I'll bring you a towel and a heating wrap. A heating wrap is awesome. One thing you'll find out is that this warrior planet has amazing healing treatments."
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""Vegeta it's been a while since I've seen you like this." Before Vegeta entered the beaded curtain room the old Fortune Teller had called him out.
""You say that every time I come to visit."" Vegeta smirked when he approached the old woman planted in the middle of the room. Her face was very angular with high cheekbones and slanted bright violet eyes. Her skin appeared to be a wooden color her neck stood high and defined. Her hair was bright brown, long, and dreaded.
"Hmm!"
""What?""
""Bulma isn't on the ship. So you're really going to do it."" Vegeta was going to interrupt her but she stopped him. ""That wasn't a question.""
""Because you know everything!" Vegeta said in a condescending tone.
"That's right boy." She said in clear English. "I find that you think in this earthen language. You speak in this dialect more than your own tongue. Why?"
"I'm not into playing you games tonight Krebs."
"That's fine it's not like I haven't heard you say that before. Sit." Vegeta pulled up the chair that was against the wall and brought it to the round metal table. She didn't have cards or a crystal ball. "Please sit down, now that you've chosen immortally." She stopped and tilted her head as she sat down then locked onto Vegeta's eyes. "How can I say this? I've told you this line times before...but let me say it in a different way, this time. You're not in love with Bulma. Simple?" She tilted her head the other way. "Remember this and I'm talking to you. You love her and you'll go to Earth... there is hope." Vegeta was getting up to leave and it sounded like he muttered something that Bulma would say. "Vegeta! Sit! Before you leave there is a lot you have to take in. This crystal here..." She picked up her clear necklace and held it up. "...Will kill you when you become immortal. It's the price. It won't affect you now, but when you go to that Well and if you ever see me again it will. When you visit me as an immortal it will take away a lot of energy from you. That's my last warning and you're just going to have to remember that."
"Then get rid of it." Vegeta sparked a ki ball in his fingers.
"That's when irony sets in motion. This is called the Mermaid's Pearl; the key to my life. I've also decide not to travel anymore so don't ever worry about us bumping into each other in space. Frieza tried to kill me when he took me to ...you." Krebs stopped and sucked in air in-between her teeth. "You don't love her but you will. Don't worry I have more to share. This is where I give your précis. You might have thought that giving Bulma to Frieza was the brightest idea. The Queen wasn't even in space... your mother never left the planet. Yeah. They did set you up. You set her up but I don't blame your underlying deepest reason for letting go to the "pit bull" as she had called him. She almost had you and the only reason why she didn't kill you because she felt she owed you about the boy. The boy you lied about. You're a liar. It's the path you chose and only a suggestion.
The parents were on Planet Vegeta and you insisted they were dead. That wasn't my idea. You've seen the boy many times and maybe you should have showed her that he was alive and lied about your involvement. She'll never see that boy. Be glad she went after your father first. If she had went with the original plan to go to your room and kill you. Your mother was by your door and would've had her arrested then your father would have told her everything. Then he was going to use her to kill you. Your ideas about the Dominion were too outspoken for his taste. Your luck is amusing Vegeta maybe you're supposed to be immortal. You just won't die."
Vegeta was shaken his eyes pale in the light. Krebs bit her tongue then she went to speak. "Yes he did. SIT!" She screamed before he got up. "Stop worrying about her. You've made up your mind and going back to make another path. I wouldn't suggest it. Yes he did tell her, too. Right now he's trying to manipulate her to go to planet Vegeta kill your mother. I can't feel her mind I know it's in a frail sate after he told her what you did. Vegeta you still have Allies. They may not like you as a person but they are still committed to you. I won't name any of them because that is for you to find out and not my mistake. Remember I told you this...cheer up she still loves you but not today. It'll be thousands of years before you ever realize it again. She'll be on Earth creating an army with your people against your mother. Wait your turn and she'll love you again."
"Love doesn't concern me at this point."
"I know this. One day in your old age you'll find yourself missing her smell, her smile, and her skin. She'll be gone and that's the life of the eternal... they die." Krebs smiled and looked down. "It looks like every time you lose her you go back to Earth. You'll do it every time. Be there. You can never say I didn't warn the proud Saiyan beforehand. There's a planet called Pulsar in the B12 grid. No it's not a drink and it's not food. All you have to do is breathe the air. Remember I told you this!"
End Chapter Seven: Entrapped On the Salvage
Okay my intent for this story it re-written from now till about 7 chapters from now. There is room for change so if you don't like it state yourself state why. If you get a little confused because I'm a total idiot or I spelled something wrong say it. I swear I can re-read and not catch my mistake. I did see drangonball so ask about what I thought.
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