The room was small and had a chair next to a huge control panel. A big lizard creature sat at the control station while three other goons were standing around the border of the room. A sealed door led to a huge empty room. There were lights illuminating the walls but nothing else.
"What's with the cargo, Vegeta? You don't know her personally do you? Smirked the lizard creature as a few of his buddies chuckled."
"Spare me your squabbles I came here to train and to train alone. I just have an unwanted pest I have to look out for nothing more."
"Hey! I am NOT a pest! I'm the only one who knows how to repair this ship, you're the ones who need my help!"
Bulma hit the ground hard as her prince dropped her on the ground without a care. He simply walked to the steel door and blasted it open. She saw from the grand window that he was just standing there waiting. What's he waiting for? Then 50 foot blasts from all over the room aimed at Vegeta. Her mouth hung open expecting to see him fatally injured. When the smog cleared she saw he was standing in the exact same spot but his arms were raised out in front of him. As if appearing from the floor 14 green little sharp clawed creatures charged. They were outmatched. He dodged attack after attack with a few minor scrap's, he let out a blast so powerful it killed the things on sight. Unfortunately he forgot to count. Only one remained. It slashed at his check and Vegeta stared up at him coldly.
"You'll pay for that."
Vegeta screamed and a huge blast from his arms shook the room and the glass from the window shattered. Bulma could not believe what she was seeing. She found that she was impressed yet somehow knew this would be the end result. He had a few minor cuts on his arms and face but his expression remained the same arrogant cold face. What was once a slimy green alien was now smoke and ash. He emerged with a swing in his step.
"I'm bored playing with your little toys, I want something actually fun."
All the goons turned to look at him as each got the same mischievous grin on their face. Bulma felt her stomach drop. As unbelievably strong as Vegeta was she didn't underestimate 3 powerful older aliens who probably didn't have a mind or a soul.
"Your such a child Vegeta, said the lizard like one. I don't even see you fit to be in charge of the specimen. In fact how about a little wager?"
"Oh?"
"Yes, three against one and the winner gets the earth girl."
She exploded with rage as she shouted, "I am not a prize that you brutes can win so easily. I don't belong to any of you and this wager is so stupid."
"Well earthling it seems you've got quite the temper, he said amused. I should just take you right now since I have already won."
Bulma felt helpless. Her life was in their hands and right now Vegeta didn't seem so bad compared to them. She felt her face grow hot with rage.
"As if! You three probably lounge around all day while Vegeta trains! I guess some people are happy being a mindless servant to a tyrant. And if you're so sure of winning then why don't you fight instead of talking like the half assed idiot you are."
That really did the trick! All three guards/goons were up on their feet. A hateful glare directed towards her. She turned to see Vegeta smiling and barely able to control his laughter.
"It seems you can't handle her at all. This makes your idea of winning this fight all the more pathetic."
"I think it's time we put you in your place, Vegeta. Let's begin."
And so the four of them walked calmly into the huge training space. Although the glass had been shattered from the window Bulma could see well enough. Her back was against the corner as the weak purple reptile in the control chair mashed some buttons. Smoke lit up the room as blasts were fired from all directions. Two of the goons charged from opposite directions at Vegeta but he had anticipated their moves. He moved like light as they ended up crashing into one another. One was knocked out while the other got up, his eyes angry. Vegeta was done dodging and charged at the one closest to him. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room as the aliens ribs connected with Vegeta's fist. At first it made a look of pain but then slid into a grin as he picked up Vegeta. He was shorter than the normal height for a thirteen year old but he was taller than her.
It just wasn't enough when facing a 6 foot tall mutant. He grabbed the prince's boot and swung him back and forth tossing him into the concrete wall until he choked up blood. Vegeta spat at the ground in disgust and with a new surge of energy rammed his head into his attackers head. Although the alien had a much thicker skull and should have withstood the attack there was just too much force and an angry prideful prince against him. He didn't even have time to scream before he crashed through the wall landing in a crumpled heap. Two down and only one to go.
The leader of the three, the one who had a bigger mouth than his brain, if he had one. Bulma shuddered of the thought of her last moments alive spent with this creatures company. It charged at Vegeta full force and landed punch after punch into Vegeta's side. He only laughed at this and fought back hard knocking the thing to the ground. Explosion after explosion was fired as the two seemed evenly matched. Bulma thought her ears were gonna pop off because of all the noise then something caught her attention. Vegeta had his hands around his opponents neck and was about to squeeze the life out of him when the purple weak looking reptile in the chair turned a knob. The control panel buzzed to life and a blinding light aimed at the prince. He cried out as he temporarily was blinded. The creature was back on its feet and fired a blast that shot through Vegeta's chest nearly piercing his heart. Now she was furious at this coward sitting in the control channel, safe from any danger, except for her. She took out her screwdriver and lunged. She was poised like a cat as the screwdriver sank into its target's side leaving a bloody mess on the floor. The creature still had the look of surprise and horror on its face when she heard him drop onto the floor.
Her hands were covered in blood and besides for a deep cut in her forehead she was intact. She looked up just in time to see the mutant goon inches away from Vegeta as he raised his hand out. Without a clue what she was doing she pulled out the screwdriver from the crumpled body on the floor and threw it. It sailed through the air as a high pitched song bounced off the walls, right as it sunk into the mutants flesh. It howled in pain and Vegeta effortlessly swung a single kick that knocked it down. It lay still and did not move. Bulma was relieved but not for long. She glanced up to see Vegeta painfully grip his chest which was now covered in blood. Bulma rushed up to him and took off her jacket leaving only a black tank top. Draping it carefully over the wound she tied it around him as he hissed in pain.
"Leave me alone, pest! I'm perfectly fine on my own so just leave!"
"Save your breath. You are in charge of me, remember?"
"Of course I do!"
"Stop yelling or you'll waste all your energy. Look I promise I'll work on the engine as soon as I get you to one of the healing pods. You're in a critical condition and I'm gonna make sure your okay."
"How dare you boss me around like such minority!"
"I'll do whatever I have to when I have to! Anyway those guys were a bunch of idiots all talk no walk."
"What does walking have to do with anything?!"
"You really need to learn how to take a joke."
"I… Vegeta collapsed."
"Vegeta! Bulma shouted and tried to lift him up but only managed to knock herself down. She landed on top of him and looked up blushing.
"Comfortable?! Vegeta smirked."
"As if! Try extremely uncomfortable! I'm tired of this ship, and its idiots."
"Is that why your still on top of me?!"
Bulma quickly got up and held out a hand. When Vegeta didn't take it she grabbed him up by surprise by his shoulders. He leaned on her like a crutch and could feel his life draining. She practically barged into the healing chamber shouting at whoever was there to help the boy in her arms. A few were taken back but one regained his composure and took him off her. She felt sad to see him go and watched to make sure he would be ok when she left. It hurt her to know that once again she was turning her back on the people she cared about. Willing herself to forget about her thoughts she headed for the engine room hoping the work would keep her distracted.
