Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within The Beast ❯ Blood ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Dark Angel Of Love 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.09.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 370 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Suspense / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.09.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 370 | Status: Work In Progress
I’m sorry for the loooong wait for an update people, I had trouble with this chapter >__> But I’m back now!
I want to thank everyone that as reviewed this story! It’s giving me the motivation to write more!
So a few notes about this chapter, it’s short >__< It’s over 5,000 words, but it’s still short in my opinion. It’s also kinda a filler chapter, nothing big goes on in this, but it’s necessary for character development and to stretch the story out a bit. It wouldn’t be any fun if I just dove right into what was happening now would it?
I’ve also ben re-reading this, and I’ve caught a lot of inconsistency’s with my story, and it makes me sad T__T I’m going to edit out the first three chapters so it fits better, but that might not get done for the next week or so.
Anyway, enough with the BS, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not down DragonBall Z or Vegeta…But a girl can dream, right?
The girls took Nappa's advice and steered clear of the kitchen until they had cleaned the meat from the bones of the animal. Since there was currently no electricity running through the castle, which was next on Bulma's to do list, Kakarrot and Raditz used their ki to cook for the girls. The Saiyan's ate their meat mostly raw, but since they were in the presents of a Princess, they thought it would be best not to be dripping in blood during the meal. Nappa and Vegeta on the other hand couldn't care less, and dug into the kill before it was even browned. The girls decided to eat in another room that night.
Bulma tried to get an early start on working on the gravity room the next morning, but she ended up trying to set up torches around the ballroom so she could see. As it turned out this planet was much bigger then Earth and the rotation was slower, and it had one sun and two moons. They would have 20 hours of sunlight, then about another forty of darkness. The sun had set about ten hours ago, so she had another thirty to go before it rose again. Once she was through setting up her makeshift torches, Kakarrot walked into the ballroom.
"Hey Kakarrot, ready to work?"
"You bet. Raditz is doing the first run, so he'll be here in about thirty minutes."
"First run?"
"Yeah, we do a sweep of the area every couple of hours. Raditz took the first one this morning, and then Nappa will go; then me, and then Vegeta."
"It sounds like you're trying to make sure no one sneaks up on you." She said as she un-capsulized her main toolbox. The first thing she needed to do was get the electric system up and running, and then she could have the boys start on the shell.
"Well, kinda. It's kinda complicated and I can't tell you without-"
"Yeah yeah, without asking his royal highness, I know." He just smiled at her and scratched the back of his head. She decided that had to be a nervous habit. He removed his armor so he could move around easer, leaving him in only his black spandex body suit.
"Aren't you cold?" Bulma asked him. Just looking at him made her insides shiver. She her self had on a pair of jeans and sweatpants over them; two long sleeve shirts and a sweater, but they were thin and were barely making a difference between them selves and the sheet she had worn the day before.
"Neah, us Saiyan's are pretty tough. And our body temperature runs pretty high so it takes a lot to get us cold. Like If I were to stand outside in just this for a few minutes with no ki, I'd be an ice sickle. But in here it's not bad; plus I'm sure you're going to have me working pretty hard huh? So that'll help!" He said with a laugh. She had forgotten about their high running body temperature. At that moment she wished with everything she had that she had packed her research books on them. It had been years since she had read through them and she knew that she could have used any information she had in them to help her now.
Smiling at the man in front of her, she confirmed that, yes, she was going to be working him and his brother hard today, and everyday until the gravity room was complete. Shifting through her industrial sized toolbox, she found the wires that she would need and the mini generator she had invented to keep the gravity room going in any circumstances. She had bright two just incase, it was always good to have a back up, and she planed on using the second one to power the castles electric. If she could get the power up and running in this place she and the other girls might have a chance of surviving with the heat on. She prayed to God the castle had a heating system. She made a mental note to check that on her lunch break.
"Hey, is this your dad?" She looked up and saw that Kakarrot was holding the picture she kept in the main toolbox cover. It was a picture of her father and her on vacation last year. They had gone to the Bora Ocean, one of Bulma's favorite vacation spots. The picture showed her in a blue bikini with a white bathing suit cover on and her father in red swim trunks with a matching tank top on. They were both soaking wet from their swim and they were leaning on the rail on the boardwalk that connected to their privet over-the-water cabin. Her father had his arm around her shoulders and hers was around his waist. They were both smiling and happy. She loved that picture so much. It reminded her of happier days.
Smiling fondly she shook her head yes.
"That was us last year on vacation."
"That ocean of yours looks beautiful. I've never seen water so clear before."
“You like the water?”
"Oh yeah! I love to swim. I mean I hardly ever get to with Frieza's missions and all, but once in awhile we'll be sent to a planet with a nice ocean, and I'll find a way to sneak away from the guys for a dip. Raditz likes the ocean too, he just won't admit it."
"Well, once you guys have taken down Frieza, you're all more then welcome to visit Earth anytime and I'll take you there. If you think it's pretty in the picture, you should see it up close." His smile could have lit the room on it's own. She really liked him. He reminded her of a kid in some ways, and it amazed her that he could still smile like that; even after all the travesty's she was sure he was forced to commit over the years.
"What do we need to see up close?" Bulma turned around and saw Raditz walking up to them, pulling his armor off as well.
"One of the beaches on my home planet, Kakarrot says you guys like the ocean."
"Pff, its just water." Kakarrot looked at Bulma and winked. He said he wouldn't admit it, and he wasn't, but she did notice that his tail had unwound it self from around his waist and was flicking back and forth softly. Did that mean he was excited? She was going to take that as a yes. She grabbed a few more coils of wire and watched as Raditz walked over to his brother and looked at the picture he was holding. He didn't say anything and the expression on his face didn't change, but his tail started swinging back and forth like a cats. She wanted to reach out and touch it and see if it was as soft as a cat’s, but she didn't want to chance getting her hand bit off, so she refrained from doing so.
"That's the King of Earth?"
"Yup, that's my dad."
"Where's your mom?" The second the seemingly innocent question left Raditz's mouth, he wanted to take it back. The girl’s eyes glossed over and her face fell. She turned away from them and dragged the wires over to the frame of the gravity room. Kakarrot elbowed him has hard as he could in the stomach. Once Bulma started to uncoil the wires, she answered him.
"Frieza has her. She was an inventor, like my dad and my self. Frieza decided that he liked her work, so when I was six he sent for her just like he did me. I haven't seen her sense. I don't even know if she's alive."
"I apologize. I shouldn't have asked." Raditz said once he could breath again. He hated to admit it, but damn his brother was stronger then he was. He almost felt like Frieza himself had elbowed him.
Bulma slapped a grin on her face and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, you didn't know. Besides, I'm hopeful that she is still alive and once Frieza's destroyed I can bring her home. Now lets get to work boys, we have a lot to get done if I'm going to make that grumpy Prince of yours happy"
/
"Leave it to those two morons to ask a stupid question" Nappa said as he and the Prince watched the three of them from the second floor of the castle.
Vegeta decided that he wanted to watch the woman work, to make sure she didn’t plant any kind of explosion device or anything else that could harm them in the machine. Not that anything she could come up with could cause any real damage, but it would be very inconvenient for them to have to deal with any injuries they could sustain in an explosion.
He hadn’t seen any kind of deception in her eyes when she pleaded her case to him, but over two decades under Frieza’s rule had taught him that no one could be trusted, no matter how sincere they appeared to be.
The conversation she was having with his subordinates intrigued him. If she truly believed that her mother was still alive under Frieza’s rule, then helping them really was in her best interests.
He might be able to use that information against her in the future.
He was lost in his thoughts until he heard his name come up in the conversation.
“So, has Vegeta always been this grumpy?” His eyes narrowed. He had spared her life and the life of her comrades in exchange for making them stronger. Her job was to build the machine, not gossip about his temperament.
“Yeah kinda. He’s been worse lately, but he’s never been the laid back kind. But don’t let him put you off. He’s not a nice guy exactly, but he’s the best leader anyone could ask for. He knows what he’s doing on and off the battlefield. He’s an unrivalled strategist. He’s always two steps in front of an enemy, so even if he’s not exactly the best company he’s defiantly someone you want on your side.”
Of course, trust it to Kakrrot to spill his life story to a complete fucking stranger.
“I’m counting on it. I don’t care what his bed side manners are like, as long as he can live up to all that talk. Frieza has to be stopped, and I don’t think anyone else can hold up to Saiyan power.”
“Damn right they can’t.” Came Raditz’s cocky reply. She had him balancing on the top of the frame, tacking down wires while she was doing the same on the bottom. Kakarrot was searching through her enormous toolbox for something.
“You don’t know how thankful I am to that meteor shower. I think it had to be destiny that I crash-landed into the planet that held the only Saiyan’s left in existence.”
“Yeah, talk about lucky. I just hope this machine of yours works.”
“You’re doubting me already, Raditz?”
“No offence meant, Princess, but people have a way of lying their way out of a bad situation. And with Vegeta threatening to kill you, I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to lie.”
“Call me Bulma. And you’re right, but where would lying get me at this point? There’s no way for me to get off this planet, and where would I do if I did? I can’t go home and risk my world; I do not want to be Frieza’s newest whore. My only option in my opinion is to make you all stronger. Besides, after all the time I took to perfect the gravity room, if it doesn’t work then maybe I deserve to die. You want to talk about shame on the battlefield, that is a scientist’s greatest shame. If you talk the talk you better make sure you have the knowhow to back it up”
Kakarrot finally found what he was looking for, a laptop computer it looked like from where Vegeta was sitting, and made his way over the blue haired Onna.
“I wish we had a way to contact her father. I’d beat a month of meat that he finished the dragon ball raider.” Nappa said from beside him.
“What makes you think that?”
“He was a tenacious bastard. He wouldn’t give up on a project unless he died. He had most of the information and equations by the time we had to stop communications with him, so it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he finished the damn thing on his own.” Vegeta looked back at the woman, who right now was typing furiously on the computer.
“The Onna wasn’t lying when she said she was in charge of Red Ribbon, was she.” It was a statement more then a question.
“No, I believe not. It was in her father hands in your fathers’ time, but it would not surprise me if he handed it down to her. She was a prodigy child, smartest little thing I ever saw. Your father allowed her to make necessary repairs on the Anoria, and without even knowing anything about Saiyan technology, it took her all of three hours to figure out how the systems worked.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he continued to watch the work on the gravity room. Saiyan technology was nothing to laugh at. It was a common misconception that Saiyan’s were nothing but savage warriors, but truth be told they were a fairly smart race. Their technology was second only to Frieza’s, but if the majority of his technology came from Earth, then he supposed it was second only to the humans.
He made a wise choice when he decided to keep her alive.
/
Bulma muttered a few choice curses under her breath as she typed away on her computer. It has sustained some damage in the crash and half of the screen was cracked, sending spider webbed looking lines through most of the upper right hand corner. It was a pain in the ass to have to keep scrolling the page every time she needed to read something.
But besides the cracks, everything else had been going according to plain. They had been working for almost five hours now, and the wires for the electrical system had been installed successfully. The boys started attaching the shell to the frame, using their ki as solders. Once the outside was done they could start attaching the gravity manipulating sensors to the bottom of the outside frame. Then once the framing on the inside was complete, the control panel was the next thing to go up. She was programming the chips she would need for that now, because the Saiyan's worked surprisingly fast. She had quoted Vegeta two weeks, but at this rate they could be done in one. One more week of training then she had originally thought. It didn't seem like much, but going up against the likes of Frieza, she'd take anything.
Frieza. That bastard would be lying in a puddle of his own blood in a year. In a years time the universe could be set free from his reign of terror. No more hiding, no more living in fear, no more pain of having your loved ones stolen away from you. The idea of not having to live under his thumb was so enticing, yet it scared Bulma half to death as well. Frieza had been in control for almost a hundred years now, but from the history books he looked like he hadn't aged a day. No one knew what the life span was for an Ice-jin, and quite frankly, no one gave a shit. He has been in power way too long as it is, so it was time someone forced him off his throne. But what would happen to the universe after his defeat? Surely the Saiyan's would rise up and take over, but what of the forces that were loyal to the empire? The magnitude of the wars that could, and most likely would, break out would cause catastrophic damage to the galaxies.
Shaking her head in frustration, Bulma focused on the task at hand. She wanted the program chips to be done by the time Kakarrot had to go on the third run, which was only a few hours away. Looking back at the soon to be gravity room, she saw that they were half way done with the outer shell, and almost had a heart attack. They had only started less then an hour ago. How the hell can they work that fast?
"Dear God, you guys are better then Super Man!" She exclaimed watching them work. Their hands were nothing but blurs to her, and she barely noticed when they would fly down from the frame to retrieve another piece for it. The only indication that they were indeed using the reinforced metal was the pile its self was becoming smaller and smaller.
"Who?" Kakarrot asked as he landed next to her with another panel in his hand.
"Never mind, it's not important. I knew you guys were gonna be fast, but I had no idea you were this fast. At the rate we're going the entire shell can be done before the days end, then we can start on the control panel. I figured the electric and the shell would take a good three day's them selves, but hot damn if you guys haven't shown me up!" She was grinning from ear to ear, genuinely happy at the progress.
"Well I'm glad you're impressed. But once we get this thing covered, can we take a break for lunch? I'm gonna die soon if I don't eat."
"I second that." Raditz called over to them.
"Of course! You boys take an extra long lunch if you want and make sure you fill up, cause there isn't going to be much resting after that. If we really book it, and I mean REALLY work, well, lets just say we can have this thing done a lot sooner then I thought." She went back to her calculations and left the boys to their work. This time she wasn't surprised when another hour later, they announced that they were finished and going hunting. She supposed that she deserved a break as well. So she set her laptop down and went to find the girls.
She didn't have to go far. They were sitting in to common room just outside of the ballroom, playing with a deck of cards they had found in one of her capsules.
"Hey ladies, what are you playing?" Bulma sat down on the arm of the chair that ChiChi was sitting in, across from Ophelia.
"I taught Ophelia here how to play five hundred rummy. Next I'm going work on poker, but that's more fun with more people."
"Well once the gravity room is done I'll be happy to play. We're actually ahead of schedule, so we should be done much faster then I first anticipated."
"That's good. Maybe it'll put a smile on Prince grumpy Asses face." Ophelia said as she picked up a card from the deck. Looking at the card with mild distain, she placed it down on the pile that had been accumulating for the last ten minutes. It seemed as if neither one of the girls had been having much luck with the cards this hand.
"One can only hope. Anyway, Raditz and Kakarrot left a few minutes ago to get lunch. While their hunting, I'm going to see about getting the power up and running in this place."
"Thank God, if I have to take one more ice sickle shower I'm going to turn teal." Bulma laughed as she walked out of the room. Despite her first impression, she was growing to like these girls. ChiChi was a little hardheaded and stubborn, but she was sweet and ditzy in a way that made you like her. Kinda like a female Kakarrot. Ophelia, on the other hand, was a smart ass and sarcastic. She remind Bulma so much of Juu that she had no choice but to like her. She hopped that she had the opportunity to introduce the two of them one day; now THAT would be interesting.
It took her the better part of an hour before she found the main circuit board in the castle, and by the time she did lunch was already being prepared. She took it apart as quickly as she could and informed the other occupants not to touch anything that she had left lying about. Once they were done with the gravity room for the day, she would start working on the electric.
“If you females weren’t so weak you’d be able to survive without it.” Ah, the Prince knew how to charm a lady didn’t he?
“It’s not a matter of being weak, it’s a matter of being spoiled, which I am ready to admit I am. I want a hot shower and I’m ready to give up a few hours sleep for it.”
That was the only conversation that went on at lunch. Once they were done with the meal, ChiChi and Ophelia volunteered to clean up so Bulma and the boys could go back to work.
With the outside frame now finished, Kakarrot sat Bulma on his shoulders so that she could properly attach the gravity manipulating sensors.
Up in the rafters, the Prince tried to keep track of the work they were doing, but the frame that now surrounded the dome prevented that from happing. He could always just march in there and watch them, but he didn’t want them to know he was watching. He kept his ki low until it was time for his run. He gave one last look at the doorway to the gravity room and saw Kakarrot land on the ground and remove the woman from his shoulders. She held her hand up too him, and when he did nothing she explained what a ‘high-five’ was. Kakarrot, being a third class warrior and not in total control of his strength, sent the woman skidding on her butt across the floor.
Shaking his head, Vegeta flew through one of the second floor windows and started his scan of the area. He completed the run with no interruptions, but he had no desire to return to the castle right away. There wasn’t much he could to anyway. Spying on the woman was now almost pointless since he couldn’t see anything, and he now had no form of entertainment since Kakarrot and Raditz were under the Onna’s command for the time being. That just left him alone with Nappa who, for some reason lately, was digging up the past. King Vegeta this, Vegeta-si that, Earth this, Princess that.
Quite frankly, he was sick of it. The females had been there for all of two days, if you didn’t count the time they were in the tanks, and they had brought up memories he’d rather keep buried deep in his mind and forget they ever happened. He was a Prince; a proud and cold warrior. He could slaughter entire planets of people and barely feel a thing.
And yet, thinking of his father, his mother, of his home planet in general, brought a stabbing pain in his chest like nothing he had felt before. He supposed he deserved this pain. It was his fault after all, that his family and home world was destroyed. If only he hadn’t-
No. He wouldn‘t think about it. What’s done is done. You can’t turn back time, you can’t change the past.
Who says? Maybe you can’t change the past, but maybe you can wish them back.
The voice in his head sounded suspiciously like Nappa. He stopped in a remote part of the forest and sent his fist flying through a tree. His glove was not torn and he had no cuts what so ever on his skin. That didn’t cut it. He punched another one, and another one, and when they didn’t give him the pain he was looking for, he started on boulders. He punched the ground when that didn’t work; and when that didn’t give him release he flew toward the other side of the planet. It took him three hours going at top speed, but he finally reached it. The sun was shining here, so he stopped for a minute to let the rays beat down on his face. He missed the heat. His kind could survive in the cold, sure, but they were a desert species. They thrived in the heat.
This was just another element of Frieza’s punishment.
Looking down at the land below, he saw the creatures. Most of them were seven foot tall, some shorter, a few taller. Covered in white fur, they had no problem blending into the environment around them. They stood on two legs that led down to ape-ish like feet. Their arms looked entirely too long for their bodies, like their fingers looked entirely too long for their hands. Their heads were misshapen, far to small for their bodies, and they grew smaller from the neck to the top of their skull, almost bringing it to a point. Their mouths were too wide, stretching almost the entire width of their faces. Their teeth all came to razor sharp points, making it easy for them to rip into the flesh of their pray. But their eyes were too small and their noses were pushed flat into their faces, making it almost impossible to see or smell anything. They relied on their hearing, and what little tunnel vision they had to find pray. They were not smart, and they could not communicant. They were mindless beasts that killed because that’s what they were born to do.
And Vegeta had let them do it. That was why they were on this ice ball now.
Letting out a homicidal cry, Vegeta dove into the field of creatures and began the blood bath.
/
By the time the sun rose 20 hours later, the Prince still hadn't come back to the castle. Neither Nappa nor either of the boys looked worried about his sudden disappearance, but by the time dinner rolled around that day they started expanding their run parameter around the castle. There was no sign of the Prince except for a few beaten down trees. They decided it would be best to leave him alone for the time being. Though he had blocked them all out mentally, they could still feel his sub-consciousness brushing the backs of their minds. He was alive, and that's all they needed to know.
As the sun readied its self to set for another almost two days, Bulma ordered the boys to wash up, in their newly heated tubs, thanks to her genius, and to call it a day. They had been working for three days on the gravity room, (three days Earth time.) and it was almost complete. The inside framing had been installed, the control panel was assembled and almost all the wiring was done. The only thing left to do was the programing, and they would be no help to her in that department. She would be working alone from now on. It would probably take her two to three days to make sure everything was running functionally and up to par. But that would still mean having the gravity room ready seven to eight days earlier then what she had anticipated.
As excited as the thought made her, it also gave her a headache. She hadn't been sleeping very well the last few days, and her sleep-deprived mind was in over drive, trying to figure out what else she would work on for the next year while the men were training. She hadn't brought a lot of materials with her, since she was only supposed to work on the gravity room anyway, and it was supposed to take her a lot longer to build with only her self and the worker bots. She remembered Kakarrot's advice about building some sort of weapon, but she wasn't sure what she could with such a limited amount of supplies.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she headed down to the room the Saiyan's had changed into a medical wing of sorts, to find something to alleviate the headache that was pounding her skull at the moment. As she entered the room, she saw a bloody trail that lead from the door way to one of rejuvenation tanks. Sitting up against the tank, passed out and a blood mess, was Vegeta.
It didn't even cross her mind to call for help from one of the other Saiyan's, her feet were carrying her across the floor on their own accord. She knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to try and wake him up, but one of his own wrapped around her neck and he had her pinned to the floor before she could even blink. She didn't scream, and she didn't struggle; it would have just made the situation worse. His eyes were glossy and unfocused, she could tell he wasn't really there; he wasn't really seeing her. Instead she placed a gentle hand on the wrist that was wrapped around her neck and another on his chest plate and gently pushed him back. His grip on her neck wasn't very tight, but it was getting very hard to breath, so she used whatever breath she had left to try and pry the Prince off her.
"Vegeta, please, let go of me. I'm not going to hurt you." The sound of her voice seemed to break him out of whatever spell he was under, and he let go of her and jumped back like she was on fire. She sat up from the ground holding her neck and gasping for breath as he wobbled and fell to the floor. He made it up on his hands and knees by the time she reached him. She placed a hand on her shoulder, but he batted it away with more force then she expected.
"Don't touch me." He managed to get out between raspy breaths. Hugging her hand to her chest, she got up off the floor and stood watching him for a minute. He wouldn't make it into the tank alone, she knew it, but he didn't want her help, and she knew he didn't want the others seeing him like this either. If he wanted their help he could have just called for them through the mental bond they all shared; she had learned about that on day two of construction on the gravity room. Looking down at her hand, she was sure it was broken; it had already begun to take on a purplish back color and it was swollen.
He didn't want help, and she couldn't give it now. But she couldn't just leave him there.
Walking past him, she programmed the rejuvenation tank for his injuries and started it. All he would have to do now is activate it once he had the strength to pull him self up.
With one last look at his broken body, Bulma left the room.
So we get a little bit closer to what’s going on in this story eh? Well, not too close, but its progress XD Anyway…
So I’m sure most of you noticed I renamed Bora Bora, Bora Beach. Well, that’s because in this story I want to make the Earth one united people, not a bunch of different nations. You know how Vegeta-Si was just all Saiyan’s? Well Earth is all humans, but not…different. It is all under one King, and was rule, so Bora Bora, is now bora beach.
Anyway, I’d really like some feedback in for this, so go review people! =D
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I want to thank everyone that as reviewed this story! It’s giving me the motivation to write more!
So a few notes about this chapter, it’s short >__< It’s over 5,000 words, but it’s still short in my opinion. It’s also kinda a filler chapter, nothing big goes on in this, but it’s necessary for character development and to stretch the story out a bit. It wouldn’t be any fun if I just dove right into what was happening now would it?
I’ve also ben re-reading this, and I’ve caught a lot of inconsistency’s with my story, and it makes me sad T__T I’m going to edit out the first three chapters so it fits better, but that might not get done for the next week or so.
Anyway, enough with the BS, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not down DragonBall Z or Vegeta…But a girl can dream, right?
The girls took Nappa's advice and steered clear of the kitchen until they had cleaned the meat from the bones of the animal. Since there was currently no electricity running through the castle, which was next on Bulma's to do list, Kakarrot and Raditz used their ki to cook for the girls. The Saiyan's ate their meat mostly raw, but since they were in the presents of a Princess, they thought it would be best not to be dripping in blood during the meal. Nappa and Vegeta on the other hand couldn't care less, and dug into the kill before it was even browned. The girls decided to eat in another room that night.
Bulma tried to get an early start on working on the gravity room the next morning, but she ended up trying to set up torches around the ballroom so she could see. As it turned out this planet was much bigger then Earth and the rotation was slower, and it had one sun and two moons. They would have 20 hours of sunlight, then about another forty of darkness. The sun had set about ten hours ago, so she had another thirty to go before it rose again. Once she was through setting up her makeshift torches, Kakarrot walked into the ballroom.
"Hey Kakarrot, ready to work?"
"You bet. Raditz is doing the first run, so he'll be here in about thirty minutes."
"First run?"
"Yeah, we do a sweep of the area every couple of hours. Raditz took the first one this morning, and then Nappa will go; then me, and then Vegeta."
"It sounds like you're trying to make sure no one sneaks up on you." She said as she un-capsulized her main toolbox. The first thing she needed to do was get the electric system up and running, and then she could have the boys start on the shell.
"Well, kinda. It's kinda complicated and I can't tell you without-"
"Yeah yeah, without asking his royal highness, I know." He just smiled at her and scratched the back of his head. She decided that had to be a nervous habit. He removed his armor so he could move around easer, leaving him in only his black spandex body suit.
"Aren't you cold?" Bulma asked him. Just looking at him made her insides shiver. She her self had on a pair of jeans and sweatpants over them; two long sleeve shirts and a sweater, but they were thin and were barely making a difference between them selves and the sheet she had worn the day before.
"Neah, us Saiyan's are pretty tough. And our body temperature runs pretty high so it takes a lot to get us cold. Like If I were to stand outside in just this for a few minutes with no ki, I'd be an ice sickle. But in here it's not bad; plus I'm sure you're going to have me working pretty hard huh? So that'll help!" He said with a laugh. She had forgotten about their high running body temperature. At that moment she wished with everything she had that she had packed her research books on them. It had been years since she had read through them and she knew that she could have used any information she had in them to help her now.
Smiling at the man in front of her, she confirmed that, yes, she was going to be working him and his brother hard today, and everyday until the gravity room was complete. Shifting through her industrial sized toolbox, she found the wires that she would need and the mini generator she had invented to keep the gravity room going in any circumstances. She had bright two just incase, it was always good to have a back up, and she planed on using the second one to power the castles electric. If she could get the power up and running in this place she and the other girls might have a chance of surviving with the heat on. She prayed to God the castle had a heating system. She made a mental note to check that on her lunch break.
"Hey, is this your dad?" She looked up and saw that Kakarrot was holding the picture she kept in the main toolbox cover. It was a picture of her father and her on vacation last year. They had gone to the Bora Ocean, one of Bulma's favorite vacation spots. The picture showed her in a blue bikini with a white bathing suit cover on and her father in red swim trunks with a matching tank top on. They were both soaking wet from their swim and they were leaning on the rail on the boardwalk that connected to their privet over-the-water cabin. Her father had his arm around her shoulders and hers was around his waist. They were both smiling and happy. She loved that picture so much. It reminded her of happier days.
Smiling fondly she shook her head yes.
"That was us last year on vacation."
"That ocean of yours looks beautiful. I've never seen water so clear before."
“You like the water?”
"Oh yeah! I love to swim. I mean I hardly ever get to with Frieza's missions and all, but once in awhile we'll be sent to a planet with a nice ocean, and I'll find a way to sneak away from the guys for a dip. Raditz likes the ocean too, he just won't admit it."
"Well, once you guys have taken down Frieza, you're all more then welcome to visit Earth anytime and I'll take you there. If you think it's pretty in the picture, you should see it up close." His smile could have lit the room on it's own. She really liked him. He reminded her of a kid in some ways, and it amazed her that he could still smile like that; even after all the travesty's she was sure he was forced to commit over the years.
"What do we need to see up close?" Bulma turned around and saw Raditz walking up to them, pulling his armor off as well.
"One of the beaches on my home planet, Kakarrot says you guys like the ocean."
"Pff, its just water." Kakarrot looked at Bulma and winked. He said he wouldn't admit it, and he wasn't, but she did notice that his tail had unwound it self from around his waist and was flicking back and forth softly. Did that mean he was excited? She was going to take that as a yes. She grabbed a few more coils of wire and watched as Raditz walked over to his brother and looked at the picture he was holding. He didn't say anything and the expression on his face didn't change, but his tail started swinging back and forth like a cats. She wanted to reach out and touch it and see if it was as soft as a cat’s, but she didn't want to chance getting her hand bit off, so she refrained from doing so.
"That's the King of Earth?"
"Yup, that's my dad."
"Where's your mom?" The second the seemingly innocent question left Raditz's mouth, he wanted to take it back. The girl’s eyes glossed over and her face fell. She turned away from them and dragged the wires over to the frame of the gravity room. Kakarrot elbowed him has hard as he could in the stomach. Once Bulma started to uncoil the wires, she answered him.
"Frieza has her. She was an inventor, like my dad and my self. Frieza decided that he liked her work, so when I was six he sent for her just like he did me. I haven't seen her sense. I don't even know if she's alive."
"I apologize. I shouldn't have asked." Raditz said once he could breath again. He hated to admit it, but damn his brother was stronger then he was. He almost felt like Frieza himself had elbowed him.
Bulma slapped a grin on her face and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, you didn't know. Besides, I'm hopeful that she is still alive and once Frieza's destroyed I can bring her home. Now lets get to work boys, we have a lot to get done if I'm going to make that grumpy Prince of yours happy"
/
"Leave it to those two morons to ask a stupid question" Nappa said as he and the Prince watched the three of them from the second floor of the castle.
Vegeta decided that he wanted to watch the woman work, to make sure she didn’t plant any kind of explosion device or anything else that could harm them in the machine. Not that anything she could come up with could cause any real damage, but it would be very inconvenient for them to have to deal with any injuries they could sustain in an explosion.
He hadn’t seen any kind of deception in her eyes when she pleaded her case to him, but over two decades under Frieza’s rule had taught him that no one could be trusted, no matter how sincere they appeared to be.
The conversation she was having with his subordinates intrigued him. If she truly believed that her mother was still alive under Frieza’s rule, then helping them really was in her best interests.
He might be able to use that information against her in the future.
He was lost in his thoughts until he heard his name come up in the conversation.
“So, has Vegeta always been this grumpy?” His eyes narrowed. He had spared her life and the life of her comrades in exchange for making them stronger. Her job was to build the machine, not gossip about his temperament.
“Yeah kinda. He’s been worse lately, but he’s never been the laid back kind. But don’t let him put you off. He’s not a nice guy exactly, but he’s the best leader anyone could ask for. He knows what he’s doing on and off the battlefield. He’s an unrivalled strategist. He’s always two steps in front of an enemy, so even if he’s not exactly the best company he’s defiantly someone you want on your side.”
Of course, trust it to Kakrrot to spill his life story to a complete fucking stranger.
“I’m counting on it. I don’t care what his bed side manners are like, as long as he can live up to all that talk. Frieza has to be stopped, and I don’t think anyone else can hold up to Saiyan power.”
“Damn right they can’t.” Came Raditz’s cocky reply. She had him balancing on the top of the frame, tacking down wires while she was doing the same on the bottom. Kakarrot was searching through her enormous toolbox for something.
“You don’t know how thankful I am to that meteor shower. I think it had to be destiny that I crash-landed into the planet that held the only Saiyan’s left in existence.”
“Yeah, talk about lucky. I just hope this machine of yours works.”
“You’re doubting me already, Raditz?”
“No offence meant, Princess, but people have a way of lying their way out of a bad situation. And with Vegeta threatening to kill you, I’d say that’s a pretty good reason to lie.”
“Call me Bulma. And you’re right, but where would lying get me at this point? There’s no way for me to get off this planet, and where would I do if I did? I can’t go home and risk my world; I do not want to be Frieza’s newest whore. My only option in my opinion is to make you all stronger. Besides, after all the time I took to perfect the gravity room, if it doesn’t work then maybe I deserve to die. You want to talk about shame on the battlefield, that is a scientist’s greatest shame. If you talk the talk you better make sure you have the knowhow to back it up”
Kakarrot finally found what he was looking for, a laptop computer it looked like from where Vegeta was sitting, and made his way over the blue haired Onna.
“I wish we had a way to contact her father. I’d beat a month of meat that he finished the dragon ball raider.” Nappa said from beside him.
“What makes you think that?”
“He was a tenacious bastard. He wouldn’t give up on a project unless he died. He had most of the information and equations by the time we had to stop communications with him, so it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he finished the damn thing on his own.” Vegeta looked back at the woman, who right now was typing furiously on the computer.
“The Onna wasn’t lying when she said she was in charge of Red Ribbon, was she.” It was a statement more then a question.
“No, I believe not. It was in her father hands in your fathers’ time, but it would not surprise me if he handed it down to her. She was a prodigy child, smartest little thing I ever saw. Your father allowed her to make necessary repairs on the Anoria, and without even knowing anything about Saiyan technology, it took her all of three hours to figure out how the systems worked.”
Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he continued to watch the work on the gravity room. Saiyan technology was nothing to laugh at. It was a common misconception that Saiyan’s were nothing but savage warriors, but truth be told they were a fairly smart race. Their technology was second only to Frieza’s, but if the majority of his technology came from Earth, then he supposed it was second only to the humans.
He made a wise choice when he decided to keep her alive.
/
Bulma muttered a few choice curses under her breath as she typed away on her computer. It has sustained some damage in the crash and half of the screen was cracked, sending spider webbed looking lines through most of the upper right hand corner. It was a pain in the ass to have to keep scrolling the page every time she needed to read something.
But besides the cracks, everything else had been going according to plain. They had been working for almost five hours now, and the wires for the electrical system had been installed successfully. The boys started attaching the shell to the frame, using their ki as solders. Once the outside was done they could start attaching the gravity manipulating sensors to the bottom of the outside frame. Then once the framing on the inside was complete, the control panel was the next thing to go up. She was programming the chips she would need for that now, because the Saiyan's worked surprisingly fast. She had quoted Vegeta two weeks, but at this rate they could be done in one. One more week of training then she had originally thought. It didn't seem like much, but going up against the likes of Frieza, she'd take anything.
Frieza. That bastard would be lying in a puddle of his own blood in a year. In a years time the universe could be set free from his reign of terror. No more hiding, no more living in fear, no more pain of having your loved ones stolen away from you. The idea of not having to live under his thumb was so enticing, yet it scared Bulma half to death as well. Frieza had been in control for almost a hundred years now, but from the history books he looked like he hadn't aged a day. No one knew what the life span was for an Ice-jin, and quite frankly, no one gave a shit. He has been in power way too long as it is, so it was time someone forced him off his throne. But what would happen to the universe after his defeat? Surely the Saiyan's would rise up and take over, but what of the forces that were loyal to the empire? The magnitude of the wars that could, and most likely would, break out would cause catastrophic damage to the galaxies.
Shaking her head in frustration, Bulma focused on the task at hand. She wanted the program chips to be done by the time Kakarrot had to go on the third run, which was only a few hours away. Looking back at the soon to be gravity room, she saw that they were half way done with the outer shell, and almost had a heart attack. They had only started less then an hour ago. How the hell can they work that fast?
"Dear God, you guys are better then Super Man!" She exclaimed watching them work. Their hands were nothing but blurs to her, and she barely noticed when they would fly down from the frame to retrieve another piece for it. The only indication that they were indeed using the reinforced metal was the pile its self was becoming smaller and smaller.
"Who?" Kakarrot asked as he landed next to her with another panel in his hand.
"Never mind, it's not important. I knew you guys were gonna be fast, but I had no idea you were this fast. At the rate we're going the entire shell can be done before the days end, then we can start on the control panel. I figured the electric and the shell would take a good three day's them selves, but hot damn if you guys haven't shown me up!" She was grinning from ear to ear, genuinely happy at the progress.
"Well I'm glad you're impressed. But once we get this thing covered, can we take a break for lunch? I'm gonna die soon if I don't eat."
"I second that." Raditz called over to them.
"Of course! You boys take an extra long lunch if you want and make sure you fill up, cause there isn't going to be much resting after that. If we really book it, and I mean REALLY work, well, lets just say we can have this thing done a lot sooner then I thought." She went back to her calculations and left the boys to their work. This time she wasn't surprised when another hour later, they announced that they were finished and going hunting. She supposed that she deserved a break as well. So she set her laptop down and went to find the girls.
She didn't have to go far. They were sitting in to common room just outside of the ballroom, playing with a deck of cards they had found in one of her capsules.
"Hey ladies, what are you playing?" Bulma sat down on the arm of the chair that ChiChi was sitting in, across from Ophelia.
"I taught Ophelia here how to play five hundred rummy. Next I'm going work on poker, but that's more fun with more people."
"Well once the gravity room is done I'll be happy to play. We're actually ahead of schedule, so we should be done much faster then I first anticipated."
"That's good. Maybe it'll put a smile on Prince grumpy Asses face." Ophelia said as she picked up a card from the deck. Looking at the card with mild distain, she placed it down on the pile that had been accumulating for the last ten minutes. It seemed as if neither one of the girls had been having much luck with the cards this hand.
"One can only hope. Anyway, Raditz and Kakarrot left a few minutes ago to get lunch. While their hunting, I'm going to see about getting the power up and running in this place."
"Thank God, if I have to take one more ice sickle shower I'm going to turn teal." Bulma laughed as she walked out of the room. Despite her first impression, she was growing to like these girls. ChiChi was a little hardheaded and stubborn, but she was sweet and ditzy in a way that made you like her. Kinda like a female Kakarrot. Ophelia, on the other hand, was a smart ass and sarcastic. She remind Bulma so much of Juu that she had no choice but to like her. She hopped that she had the opportunity to introduce the two of them one day; now THAT would be interesting.
It took her the better part of an hour before she found the main circuit board in the castle, and by the time she did lunch was already being prepared. She took it apart as quickly as she could and informed the other occupants not to touch anything that she had left lying about. Once they were done with the gravity room for the day, she would start working on the electric.
“If you females weren’t so weak you’d be able to survive without it.” Ah, the Prince knew how to charm a lady didn’t he?
“It’s not a matter of being weak, it’s a matter of being spoiled, which I am ready to admit I am. I want a hot shower and I’m ready to give up a few hours sleep for it.”
That was the only conversation that went on at lunch. Once they were done with the meal, ChiChi and Ophelia volunteered to clean up so Bulma and the boys could go back to work.
With the outside frame now finished, Kakarrot sat Bulma on his shoulders so that she could properly attach the gravity manipulating sensors.
Up in the rafters, the Prince tried to keep track of the work they were doing, but the frame that now surrounded the dome prevented that from happing. He could always just march in there and watch them, but he didn’t want them to know he was watching. He kept his ki low until it was time for his run. He gave one last look at the doorway to the gravity room and saw Kakarrot land on the ground and remove the woman from his shoulders. She held her hand up too him, and when he did nothing she explained what a ‘high-five’ was. Kakarrot, being a third class warrior and not in total control of his strength, sent the woman skidding on her butt across the floor.
Shaking his head, Vegeta flew through one of the second floor windows and started his scan of the area. He completed the run with no interruptions, but he had no desire to return to the castle right away. There wasn’t much he could to anyway. Spying on the woman was now almost pointless since he couldn’t see anything, and he now had no form of entertainment since Kakarrot and Raditz were under the Onna’s command for the time being. That just left him alone with Nappa who, for some reason lately, was digging up the past. King Vegeta this, Vegeta-si that, Earth this, Princess that.
Quite frankly, he was sick of it. The females had been there for all of two days, if you didn’t count the time they were in the tanks, and they had brought up memories he’d rather keep buried deep in his mind and forget they ever happened. He was a Prince; a proud and cold warrior. He could slaughter entire planets of people and barely feel a thing.
And yet, thinking of his father, his mother, of his home planet in general, brought a stabbing pain in his chest like nothing he had felt before. He supposed he deserved this pain. It was his fault after all, that his family and home world was destroyed. If only he hadn’t-
No. He wouldn‘t think about it. What’s done is done. You can’t turn back time, you can’t change the past.
Who says? Maybe you can’t change the past, but maybe you can wish them back.
The voice in his head sounded suspiciously like Nappa. He stopped in a remote part of the forest and sent his fist flying through a tree. His glove was not torn and he had no cuts what so ever on his skin. That didn’t cut it. He punched another one, and another one, and when they didn’t give him the pain he was looking for, he started on boulders. He punched the ground when that didn’t work; and when that didn’t give him release he flew toward the other side of the planet. It took him three hours going at top speed, but he finally reached it. The sun was shining here, so he stopped for a minute to let the rays beat down on his face. He missed the heat. His kind could survive in the cold, sure, but they were a desert species. They thrived in the heat.
This was just another element of Frieza’s punishment.
Looking down at the land below, he saw the creatures. Most of them were seven foot tall, some shorter, a few taller. Covered in white fur, they had no problem blending into the environment around them. They stood on two legs that led down to ape-ish like feet. Their arms looked entirely too long for their bodies, like their fingers looked entirely too long for their hands. Their heads were misshapen, far to small for their bodies, and they grew smaller from the neck to the top of their skull, almost bringing it to a point. Their mouths were too wide, stretching almost the entire width of their faces. Their teeth all came to razor sharp points, making it easy for them to rip into the flesh of their pray. But their eyes were too small and their noses were pushed flat into their faces, making it almost impossible to see or smell anything. They relied on their hearing, and what little tunnel vision they had to find pray. They were not smart, and they could not communicant. They were mindless beasts that killed because that’s what they were born to do.
And Vegeta had let them do it. That was why they were on this ice ball now.
Letting out a homicidal cry, Vegeta dove into the field of creatures and began the blood bath.
/
By the time the sun rose 20 hours later, the Prince still hadn't come back to the castle. Neither Nappa nor either of the boys looked worried about his sudden disappearance, but by the time dinner rolled around that day they started expanding their run parameter around the castle. There was no sign of the Prince except for a few beaten down trees. They decided it would be best to leave him alone for the time being. Though he had blocked them all out mentally, they could still feel his sub-consciousness brushing the backs of their minds. He was alive, and that's all they needed to know.
As the sun readied its self to set for another almost two days, Bulma ordered the boys to wash up, in their newly heated tubs, thanks to her genius, and to call it a day. They had been working for three days on the gravity room, (three days Earth time.) and it was almost complete. The inside framing had been installed, the control panel was assembled and almost all the wiring was done. The only thing left to do was the programing, and they would be no help to her in that department. She would be working alone from now on. It would probably take her two to three days to make sure everything was running functionally and up to par. But that would still mean having the gravity room ready seven to eight days earlier then what she had anticipated.
As excited as the thought made her, it also gave her a headache. She hadn't been sleeping very well the last few days, and her sleep-deprived mind was in over drive, trying to figure out what else she would work on for the next year while the men were training. She hadn't brought a lot of materials with her, since she was only supposed to work on the gravity room anyway, and it was supposed to take her a lot longer to build with only her self and the worker bots. She remembered Kakarrot's advice about building some sort of weapon, but she wasn't sure what she could with such a limited amount of supplies.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she headed down to the room the Saiyan's had changed into a medical wing of sorts, to find something to alleviate the headache that was pounding her skull at the moment. As she entered the room, she saw a bloody trail that lead from the door way to one of rejuvenation tanks. Sitting up against the tank, passed out and a blood mess, was Vegeta.
It didn't even cross her mind to call for help from one of the other Saiyan's, her feet were carrying her across the floor on their own accord. She knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to try and wake him up, but one of his own wrapped around her neck and he had her pinned to the floor before she could even blink. She didn't scream, and she didn't struggle; it would have just made the situation worse. His eyes were glossy and unfocused, she could tell he wasn't really there; he wasn't really seeing her. Instead she placed a gentle hand on the wrist that was wrapped around her neck and another on his chest plate and gently pushed him back. His grip on her neck wasn't very tight, but it was getting very hard to breath, so she used whatever breath she had left to try and pry the Prince off her.
"Vegeta, please, let go of me. I'm not going to hurt you." The sound of her voice seemed to break him out of whatever spell he was under, and he let go of her and jumped back like she was on fire. She sat up from the ground holding her neck and gasping for breath as he wobbled and fell to the floor. He made it up on his hands and knees by the time she reached him. She placed a hand on her shoulder, but he batted it away with more force then she expected.
"Don't touch me." He managed to get out between raspy breaths. Hugging her hand to her chest, she got up off the floor and stood watching him for a minute. He wouldn't make it into the tank alone, she knew it, but he didn't want her help, and she knew he didn't want the others seeing him like this either. If he wanted their help he could have just called for them through the mental bond they all shared; she had learned about that on day two of construction on the gravity room. Looking down at her hand, she was sure it was broken; it had already begun to take on a purplish back color and it was swollen.
He didn't want help, and she couldn't give it now. But she couldn't just leave him there.
Walking past him, she programmed the rejuvenation tank for his injuries and started it. All he would have to do now is activate it once he had the strength to pull him self up.
With one last look at his broken body, Bulma left the room.
So we get a little bit closer to what’s going on in this story eh? Well, not too close, but its progress XD Anyway…
So I’m sure most of you noticed I renamed Bora Bora, Bora Beach. Well, that’s because in this story I want to make the Earth one united people, not a bunch of different nations. You know how Vegeta-Si was just all Saiyan’s? Well Earth is all humans, but not…different. It is all under one King, and was rule, so Bora Bora, is now bora beach.
Anyway, I’d really like some feedback in for this, so go review people! =D
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