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Vegeta woke up to find himself in a small bunker of a huge training room. His head throbbed in pain and for the first time in his life he felt like crying. Bulma was gone. He wanted to pretend it was a crazy dream but he couldn't, she was as real as the emotions he felt for her.
When I get my hands on the purple horned basterd—"
"Aaaaahhh glad to see your awake Prince Vegeta, said the voice that had interrupted his thoughts."
"Who are you to have the right to be so smug?!"
"Names Nappa and I've been instructed to assist you with your training; word is you grow bored of those aliens that hatch from beans."
"Yes it would seem so. Tell me are there anymore of us?"
"Us?"
"Don't play coy with me I can see your tail plain as day, now how many of us are left?"
"Me, you, and a Saiyan named Raditz."
"How old of you?"
"I'm about mid twenties and Raditz is a little younger than you sir."
"You had better hope you don't disappoint me."
"Yah well Frieza picked me because I am the best person for the job."
"Frieza is nothing more than space trash who is a coward afraid to be over run, as he should be. Someday we won't have to take orders from him anymore and I'll be the one to finish him off you mark my words!"
"Really? I would love that!"
A familiar smirk appeared on his face. Vegeta didn't know how to grieve he only knew how to fight so this is what he would do. Somehow the physical pain of a fight should be enough to distract him from the emotional pain he was feeling right now.
"I'm rather bored of my little nap let's see if you live up to your words."
"Alright but I promise I won't go easy."
"Wasn't planning to, he said with a new found arrogance again."
Silently Vegeta walked briskly to the training room with Nappa in pursuit.
Bulma woke up looking at the roof of an old shack. Last thing she remembered was collapsing in a sand bank. She looked at her surroundings and noticed she was in nothing but her undergarments with a quilt to cover her. A creak from the door made her pull the cloth tightly over her chest. She prepared an evil glare on her face when in walked a turtle yes a turtle.
"Greeting traveler me and my master noticed you seemed like you had been through a lot so we decided to make you a place here…I hope you don't mind."
Yes it was a talking turtle but oddly enough it seemed like a great friend and right now she needed one.
"May I ask where my clothes are?"
"Oh they were wet so we hung them up to dry. Where are you from?"
"West city."
"Is that far from the ocean?"
"Very but there is more than one ocean you know?"
"Really? Oh boy!"
"What may I call you by?"
"I don't have a name but you can call me Mr. Turtle."
"Alright Mr. Turtle do you know where your master is?"
"Out somewhere but he should be back soon."
"Wait what am I going to wear?"
"He laid some clothes out for you in case you were awake."
She scanned the room until she saw a pile of clothes draped over a desk chair. She picked them up and an angry look spread down her face.
"Your master laid out lingerie for me to wear?!"
"That's what he said? What's wrong?"
"I guess you wouldn't really know."
"I'm sorry for what I may or may not have done."
"You are a kind friend Mr. Turtle now if you'll excuse me I need to use your bathroom."
"Down the hall to the left."
For a shack so small it sure seems to have a lot of open space.
Bulma locked the door shut with a soft click trying her best to put on a smile but it was easier said than done.
"Take this! Vegeta screamed in the air."
His voice rang out through the walls of the wide training room as Nappa fired countless Gallic guns and ki beams in his direction. For the most part he was able to dodge them but now and then Nappa would get lucky and hit the target. Vegeta prided himself on pushing his body to its max limit. Fire and hurt fueled his power and for this Vegeta was so reckless that he didn't even care if he died right now he only wanted to be the best at everything and right now he was. Bloodied and bruised he stood and with his one good arm he did rapid punches at Nappa's thick skull. Fist connected with flesh in a sickening sound as both managed to strike it where it mattered.
"You…Vegeta choked out. Aren't a complete imbecile as I previously thought."
"Such kind words but somehow they leave an acidic taste in my mouth."
The prince's smirk grew wider despite the huge amount of pain he was feeling emotionally and physically.
"I believe I'm throwing in the towel, Raditz will be your partner tomorrow but I'm exhausted."
Vegeta wanted to hit the idiot upside the head. "Giving up already? I should have guessed the outcome."
"I gave you a lucky break prince but that's a one time thing only understand?"
"Whatever you tell yourself so you don't feel like less of a waste of my time, honestly go waste someone else's."
"Don't you care about—"
"Listen very carefully, I only care about being the best and surviving so stay out of my way and nothing will come between me and my training."
"What about her?!"
"She's gone and good riddance, not even she can stand in my way. When Vegeta finished his normal cocky attitude had been replaced by a dark cold voice that was foreign to him."
Later that day…
"Lord Frieza."
"Yes Nappa?"
"Vegeta was very powerful indeed and seemed to let out an unexplained anger just like you predicted."
"Good very good soon he will be the dark prince we need and once that happens theirs no stopping my empire!"
"Anything else my lord?"
"Yes tell Vegeta that he should…keep up the good work. With a sinister smile on his face Frieza shut the doors behind him."
"Excuse me lady."
Bulma opened the door just a peek.
"Oh how silly of me my name's Bulma."
"What a nice name."
"Thank you hey does this outfit look okay to you?"
"IT LOOKS GREAT!"
Both Bulma and Mr. Turtle jumped at the sound of a eagerly loud voice. She turned her head and noticed a small old man with a long white mustache and beard. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a pair of black shades and worn down sandals. She noticed he appeared to be drooling…over her…something told Bulma she didn't need to remove the shades to see the lust in his eyes.
EEEWWW! GGGRRROOOSSS! Well at least I'm not completely exposed and I suppose he did sort of take care of me. Alright I'll stay but if he touches me just once he's going to have an early grave!
"So how you end up here anyway?"
"Huh? Oh I crash landed a spaceship into the ocean but I'm from earth."
"Oh I can definitely tell, call me master Roshi."
I had a feeling
"Wait master?"
"That's right I teach martial arts at the turtle school."
"Oh I see."
"So why are so upset little lady?"
"I think I just lost my true love."
"Did he die? Mr. Turtle asked cautiously."
"No but we were separated and I really do miss him."
"Sounds like you could use a miracle."
"Or a wish, said Roshi."
"What do you mean? Bulma said trying to hide her tears."
"There's an old legend about 7 magical dragon balls scattered across the earth and once all are together again a dragon will emerge and grant you a wish but only one."
"It's just a legend though."
"You don't believe?"
"I'm a girl of science I don't believe in such things"
Of course I also didn't believe in be captured on an alien ship or falling in love with one either. Wait a minute did he say wish?
"A wish you say?"
"Yep."
"And it can be anything even if the wish involves a person not from Earth?"
"I believe that would be fine."
I can wish Vegeta to be one Earth! He can escape Frieza and train and be my BOYFRIEND! Most importantly we can be together again!
Happy tears formed in her eyes. With renewed confidence and strength she pulled out her screwdriver.
"How soon can we start looking?"
"WE?!"
"Fine I shall do this quest alone."
"Wait shouldn't you at least take some supplies?"
"Oh right of course thank you for your hospitality…Bulma looked down at her clothes, but I think I should put on my old clothes now."
"What wrong with them, said Roshi half listening half staring at Bulma's well you know what."
"Not really adventurous material."
"How soon will you leave?"
"As soon as I can."
"Then you should have no trouble at all here's a picture of what they look like, said Mr. Turtle handing her the picture."
"Perfect."
Later that night Bulma could barely sleep as new hope filled her thoughts on finding these dragon balls. Of course she had already managed to build a tracking device based on the portion of information told to her by the old man and his pet turtle. With a smile on her face Bulma dreamed of her prince charming.
