Vegeta will be a very naughty boy and use some foul language… But that is one of the reasons I've marked the story "M", so you have been warned.

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After trying to type in different commands with help from the engineers in a couple of minutes she concluded that there was no error. Someone had started a self-destruct mechanism, which she believed she could stop if she could get the system in Japanese. Luckily she broke the frozen-system-code and one of the technicians had the system changed into Japanese. She found the commando for the self-destruct and she quickly saw through it.

After a glance at the timer she decided that she had time enough to come up with a plan. She had heard some of the technicians mention Earth but that was all she had understood in their conversation. Either they talked about where she came from or they were talking about where they were heading. If the later was the case, she had to do something to persuade Vegeta to stop their journey. She was quite sure he wasn't going to Earth to drop her off with a 'sorry I killed your friends but now you're at home.'

There was an hour and fourteen minutes left and she decided to try to convince Vegeta not to go to Earth. If he wouldn't promise her to leave her home-planet alone she would let everybody at the ship get blown up in space, and if he did promise but didn't keep it, she had done anything possible. "Before I do anything further, I demand to speak to Prince Vegeta," she said and looked at the purple-skinned alien, whom had been her interpreter. He turned pale but nodded. He said something to an orange-skinned alien, who also turned paler but left the room. Three minutes later Vegeta stood in the room, his eyes lightened with anger.

"You demand to speak to me, wench?" he roared in Japanese but all the aliens winced. Even though they didn't understand what their lord said, they all knew he probably was going to kill someone, if his mood didn't change drastically in a short amount of time.

"Yes, I do, and here you are." Bulma had prepared herself for the onslaught she knew would be coming, remembering all too well how Vegeta could have a fit if she didn't repair the GR as soon as he demanded. She had decided to not back down. She was in a position, where she couldn't lose anything but only win.

"To blow you to the next dimension if you don't have a really great excuse, bitch." He was suddenly only a foot away from her, and she tried to hide her shock by his movement and how hurt she felt by his words. She was sure, that the Vegeta she had come to know had called her bitch in his mind many times, but never to her face, and it hurt her deeply.

"I do believe I have, Prince Vegeta," she said as calm as possible. "If I don't stop this timer, the whole ship is gonna blow up. And I will not stop the timer unless you promise me not to hurt Earth!" She had sat her hands at her hips and looked him straight in the eyes.

The alien that knew Japanese looked at her in disbelief. He had thought it was foolish of her to demand to speak to the prince, but to demand him to promise her anything, even if it was for her to get a certain kind of food, was plainly insane. How could she be such a genius and yet be so stupid?

"And what makes you think I would keep that promise?" Vegeta asked, a bit curious to why she would ask him to make her a promise. But even though she had awoken this curiosity, he was still as fury as he had ever been not including situations linked with Freeza.

"Your pride," she just said simply. His eyes grew a bit wider in shock. How did she know? The only saiyan the blue-haired woman had ever known were Kakarrot, and he had only been saiyan by blood not by culture. For a saiyan, his pride was more important than his tail, even more important than his life. A saiyan would rather die in pride than surviving with shattered honor.

"What if I don't care about a promise, and believe it doesn't affect my pride?" He could see the confidence in her blue pools and wanted to shatter it. Nobody should feel confident while talking like that to the Prince of all saiyans!

"But you do," Bulma stated impatiently. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? "If not as a saiyan then as a prince."

That comment made something inside him snap. His fingers closed around her throat, cutting off all blood-supply to her head. "Don't you ever dare talk to me like that, bitch, or you would wish I had left you at Namek, do you understand?" Bulma's eyes were opened wide in shock and she tried desperately to get free of Vegeta's iron-grip. It was of no use and she felt her legs and arms starting to go limb.

"Prince Vegeta, I beg you, please release her, she is the only one who can stop the timer!" the Japanese-knowing alien screamed. He was truly afraid that the prince would kill her and by that doom them all to blow into millions of pieces.

Vegeta growled but let Bulma go. She fell to the floor and let a trembling hand move to her throat. Tears started to fill her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of him. "Fine, I will promise you not to harm Earth, but don't think I will ever let you get another promise from me, bitch!" Vegeta turned around on his heels and stormed out of the rooms.

"Miss Bulma, are you okay?" the alien asked her with a soft voice. She nodded slowly and let him help her to her feet. "No one else but the two of us understood what the prince and you talked about, if you want to, I will keep it that way." He wanted to make the woman as calm as possible. There were only 32 minutes left to the blow up, and he didn't know how long she needed to stop the timer.

"I don't care," Bulma whispered. "But I don't think Vegeta would like a rumor about him promising something to me going around the ship." The alien nodded and didn't comment on how she used the prince's name without any tittle.

Niklo, as she had learned the Japanese-speaking alien was called, and a soldier was escorting Bulma back to her cell after she had stopped the self-destruct mechanism. She put her hands in her pockets and suddenly felt the timestopper. She had forgotten all about it in her grief and self-loathing, but an idea popped into her head instantly. Quickly she pressed the stop-button, and the two aliens stopped at once. Bulma carefully noted where she had been positioned between them as she took off towards the lab.

As soon as she went into the lab she noticed, that they hadn't turned the system from Japanese yet. She found the tools and remedies she needed and started to build a remote. If it had been Vegeta from the time before, she would have trusted him unconditionally, but after seeing him kill Gohan and Krillin in cold blood, she had a small fear in her heart, that he wouldn't care about his promise. After making the remote, Bulma looked at the timestopper. Three hours and twelve minutes left. She concluded that she could manage to complete a couple of things before she had to be back with Niklo and the soldier.

Bulma was once again at the bed in her cell. She was satisfied with her accomplishments. Before she had left the lab she had made a code that turned the system into Japanese by a certain, long combination of commands, so she could use it without help. Then, as a safeguard if the remote was discovered, she had made a microchip, which would make the ship explode, if she died and inserted it in her left arm. If it came down to her life or the entire human race, she hoped to be strong enough to make the right choice.

I have arrived at Samsø, an island in the middle of Denmark, and the connection to the web is not always working, but I will try to update!