Unaware Attraction
I have recieved a review that asked me to clarify the ages. I had honestly forgot to do so, and am glad this was brought to my attention. In this version, Bulma is 17, but recieves alot of freedom from her parents. Vegeta is about to turn 18.
Chapter Three- Home Sweet Home
They rode in silence. Why did she have to choose today to piss off Vegeta? She needed to get home, if there was a home to return to. She couldn't wait until they reached the city so she could buy a plane ticket and take a shower. Luckily, a credit card was included in her capsule supplies. A bump in the trail jolted her out of her thoughts.
"How much longer do you think it will be until we get to the city?" Bulma asked Zed.
"It should be only another twenty minutes or so," Zed replied. Bulma glanced over at the sleeping form of Ravis. He looked so peaceful; a contrast to his usual talkative personality. They continued along in silence unaware of the eyes watching them from the shadows.
Looking over his shoulder at Bulma, Zed began to speak but was suddenly interrupted by an arrow hitting Bulma's backpack. The startled girl let out a shriek and covered her head with her backpack. Not a second too late, for a second arrow lodged itself in the tan leather of her backpack. Bulma looked up in horror as she saw four cloaked horse riders surrounding the moving carriage. A taunt loaded bow was pointed at Zed and a gruff voice ordered them to stop the cart and get out. Bulma shook Ravis awake and quietly explained what was going on. 'My god, I am too young and beautiful to get robbed' Bulma mentally shrieked. She suddenly remembered the concealed daggers on her belt. 'Or maybe not,' she said, mentally smug and now protected.
Making her face look as scared as possible (not all of her fear faked) and making herself appear to be quivering, she joined Zed and Ravis on the side of the road. A loaded bow was pointed at them as the riders dismounted and surrounded them, at a distance.
"Oww, it hurts," Bulma screwed up her face making it hopefully look in pain and hunched over, holding her stomach. One of the captors cautiously approached her. Remembering everything she had been taught during her self-defense training (which she started after hearing about a young woman who was attacked while jogging) she prepared herself for the fight. The captor was now in striking distance and she slowly straightened her back. In one fluid motion she whipped out a dagger and threw it with deadly aim at the approaching bandit. It sliced the person across the cheek and caused their hood to fall down revealing a young man with spiky hair. He was too shocked by the slice on his cheek to stop her kick. The kick caught him under the chin, snapping his head back. But Bulma wasn't done; turning in a circle she yelled at Zed to get another one of the criminals and she kneed the man in the stomach. He sunk to the ground, clutching his sides and groaning. She chopped him in the neck and watched as he sunk to the ground, unconscious. She saw Zed had overpowered one of the other bandits and was running toward the third. Bulma set her sights on the smallest Bandit and drew her dagger.
The small person deftly removed their cloak and Bulma noticed it was a petite red headed woman. The woman drew a small straight edged dagger from her belt and began to circle Bulma. Bulma, not to be intimidated, copied a fighting stance Master Roshie had shown her. The woman leapt at Bulma, dagger out stretched, but Bulma dodged and tripped the woman as she skidded past. The woman turned in mid-fall and caught herself before she hit the ground. Again the woman leapt at Bulma, but this time the woman kicked Bulma in the leg. Her leg wobbled and Bulma fell to the ground. The bandit aimed a kick at her head, but Bulma caught it and flipped the red-head onto her back. Bulma then kicked the offender in the stomach and knocked her out with a swift punch to the temple. Bulma saw Zed had defeated the other two, and after they collected their things, they set off again.
The rest of the trip was uneventful, and the time passed quickly. Soon they approached the city's borders. Bulma, still full of adrenaline, was ready to run home (if necessary). As they trotted into the city, Bulma felt out of place on the carriage in comparison to the cars and subway. Luckily the sidewalks were large enough for the cart and they continued deeper into the metropolis. Passing numerous neighborhoods and gated communities, they finally stopped at the airport. Bulma hopped down from the carriage and said her goodbyes to Zed and Ravis. She asked them to wait for a second, as she went in and got some cash from the ATM machine. She handed Zed the couple hundred while he just looked at her, open mouthed.
"I cannot accept your money, Bulma." Zed tried to hand it back. Bulma just looked at him and pointed at the Capsule Corp advertisement billboard (they were in every city). He looked confused until she told him her last name. Then he just looked shocked, as he made the connection between the name on the billboards and her name. She just waved and set out to find the Airport Restrooms. After she cleaned up she decided to go purchase a ticket. Her clothes were dirty and torn, her hair messy and her makeup smeared. She walked up to the ticket counter.
"When is the next flight to the United States?" She asked the woman behind the counter. The woman peered from behind the desk, and then looked at her with distain.
"The next available flight is in three hours, there is one in a half-hour but we only have coach seats left open." The woman replied in a stuck-up voice.
"Well, Then I will take a coach seat, a private room please, and it needs to have a full bathroom. (Let me explain, the planes in this story have very expensive rooms that have beds and bathrooms, those are referred to as coach seats). I would also like to know where I can purchase a change of clothes, before the flight." The woman just sneered at Bulma.
"May I have your card, please?" she impatiently asked. (The cards are also identification cards).
"Sure," Bulma handed her American-Express over to the rude lady. The woman glanced at the name, and her jaw opened in surprise.
"Y...Y...You are Bulma Briefs," She stuttered.
"In fact I am," Bulma gave a smirk.
"Oh, of course Ms. Briefs here is your ticket, and there is a boutique near deporting station A." The woman looked like she might faint. Gone was the superior attitude and rude behavior, now she was just another employee trying to kiss Bulma's ass.
"Thank you," Bulma said curtly as she took her card and ticket and headed to the boutique.
The boutique had a very wide selection of cute dresses, in which Bulma bought as many as she could fit in her backpack. She kept her favorite in the front pouch. She had twenty minutes before departure, so she headed to a store selling cosmetics. There she bought a blue eye-shadow and a soft pink lipstick. She would show Vegeta that she could still look good even after he dropped her in the woods. She still had four minutes, so she bought a cute pair of heeled sandals that she saw in the window of a shop while she made her way toward the station. As she gave her ticket to the collector, she was led to her room. The flight would take seven hours, but it would be around seven o'clock PM when she got home. The airport was only ten minutes away from her house, so hopefully she could make it in time to prevent Vegeta from turning ape.
The plane took to the air, but she could barely feel it. After they had stopped ascending she went to examine the bathroom. The bathroom had a white marble countertop with gold swirls and flecks in it. The sink was a gold hue that matched the bathtubs facet. The bath tub was large and circular. On the shelves right above it were some expensive shampoos and conditioners, as well as bubble bath soap. Bulma started the water, making sure to add bubble bath, and she waited for it to fill up. A few minutes later the tub was full and filled with bubbles. As Bulma slid into the warm water, she could feel her cares melting away. After washing her hair and body, she exited the tub and drained it. She dried off and put on the pair of loose silk pajamas that she found in the dresser next to the bed. The bed was a queen size, with an abundance of pillows and silky smooth sheets. She sunk into the soft mattress and set the alarm clock so it would wake her up an hour before arrival. She then fell into a dreamless sleep.
Yay!