Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Fightin', Frettin', & Frontin' ( Chapter 6 )

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Prince Vegeta had watched his father and his advisor Bardock worry themselves crazy for nearly a week over the fact that the loud, blue Onna was on her way without her father's permission. `What a waste' he thought. `So what if she is coming, big deal. She is a scientist who will fulfill her duties and go home where she belongs'.

He rolled his eyes as the duo animatedly spoke to the purple haired patriarch of the Briefs clan. He too was sweating bullets over that useless female.

He could hear the blue Onna's father declaring, “It won't due to try to convince her once her mind is made up. She won't pick up the video com at all; I've tried every day for the past week.”

The King grumbled, “I am sure she can fulfill the tasks however her safety is another matter entirely. Are you positive I should not force her back to her home?”

Dr. Briefs laughed “Force my Bulma? You'd have an easier time getting the sun not to rise. No, she'll do the job. Things will be fine here. Just do me a favor and keep her as safe as you can.”

Nodding the King agreed. “I will make sure she comes to no harm whilst she is a guest on Vegeta-sei”

Relieved Dr. Briefs nodded and ended the communication.

“Kakkarot, let us train and leave these so-called warriors to their worry” said the Prince. Kakkarot dutifully followed the Prince, ready to test his new limits.

In the Prince's private training quarters, Vegeta and Kakkarot faced each other. The combatants eyed one another for weaknesses that could serve as points of attack.

At once, they crashed together punching, kicking, and blocking earth-shattering blows. Vegeta was able to catch Kakkarot's leg under his arm and used it to swing him into a near wall, creating a large dent.

Dazed, Kakkarot barely recovered enough to know that the Prince was on him, pounding his face into oblivion. Still while being pummeled, Kakkarot was able to place his foot on Vegeta's chest and kick him off.

This action confused the Prince a second giving Kakkarot the chance to phase behind him and elbow him in the back, sending the Prince spiraling forward. Seizing the upper hand in the match, Kakkarot grabbed the Prince's head and drug it along the floor at a high rate of speed creating ditches in the ground.

The Prince was in trouble and he knew it. `Kakkarot is getting too good too fast. I cannot let this third class clown best me' he thought as he concentrated and surprised Kakkarot by grabbing his hand and yanking him on to the ground to join the royal.

Blood dripping from his forehead and nose, Vegeta's eyes began to glint malevolently. `Oh yes, I will be victorious' he supposed as he jumped as hard as needed on the arm he still had in his possession, cleanly breaking the bone. Kakkarot screamed out and tried to remove his shattered limb from the Prince, but was unsuccessful.

Vegeta took this chance to kick his opponent full on in the face, causing him to spin into the nearest wall. Kakkarot was desperate. His orbital bones, jaw, and nose were broken and the pain was excruciating. He had to get some time to recover but Vegeta was having none of that.

While Kakkarot was beginning to ready his next charge, Vegeta, powered up a bit, levitated, then spread his hands so that only the forefingers and thumbs touched, and shouted “Final Flash!” Kakkarot's eyes were as big as saucers for all his broken body could do was absorb the impending pain.

The impact of the energy on Kakkarot was enough to knock him unconscious. Vegeta smirked and punched the button for med-bay to summon someone to take care of his partner.

“Good session, Kakkarot. You are always a challenge”, Vegeta said.

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Bulma was as ready as she could be to land on Vegeta-sei. She had completed her special project and using herself, as the guinea pig had proven successful so far.

Every night of her trip, she had used the unit on her head, engaging the functionality as she slept. It helped her to not dream of her situation with Yamcha and the other aspects of the experiment would have to wait until she got to Vegeta-sei to validate.

Bulma was just finishing the preparation of her personal gravitational bracelet, when her video comm blinked at her.

`Dammit, dad, I'm not turning around' she swore to herself.

She was surprised, however, to see the blood red insignia of Vegeta-sei.

She gulped. `Steady now, Bulma, they will not send you back, they need you,' she reassured herself.

She swallowed a couple of times then shakily said “Computer, answer communication.”

She expected Bardock looking displeased and ready with another lecture but was surprised by who she currently faced. It was King Vegeta flanked by his son, both staring at her with emotionless faces.

The Prince was stunned by her beauty, as this the visage he currently viewed was much more mature than he remembered.

`Had it been that long since he'd seen her?' he wondered. Her eyes were a bit sunken and she seemed a bit off color but overall a magnificent creature to be sure.

Prince Vegeta wondered if he could take her during her stay. After all, every woman on the planet lusted after his absolutely perfect form. He was sure he could win over this lovely female and make her his, if only for a little while.

`Maybe her stay won't be a total waste of our time' he thought. As he started to think of the torrid nights they would share, he was interrupted by the dulcet tones of his father.

“Greetings, Dr. Bulma Briefs, welcome to Vegeta-sei,” the King intoned.

“Thank you, your majesty” Bulma returned.

“You will be landing in a quarter of an hour, after which you will be escorted to your quarters and given a chance to rest.”

Bulma nodded as he continued.

“We also invite you to join us for dinner and we can begin discussions concerning your tasks while here on Vegeta-sei,” the King concluded.

“Thank you for the privilege of sharing your hospitality, King Vegeta. I look forward to dining with you and the Prince this evening,” Bulma said. Then she nodded and logged off the comm system.

The King turned to his son.

“Vegeta, you will go to the authorized landing station and guide her to her room. You will also keep tabs on her while she is here.”

The Prince raised both eyebrows “What the hell, old man!” raged Vegeta. “I am the Prince of all Saiyans not a babysitter. Besides, watching that female will interfere with my training” his rage clearly visible as he gesticulated.

King Vegeta took a step forward and with a very low and dangerous voice commanded his son. “Vegeta," the King growled, “you will do as I command or you may find yourself in the tau quadrant purging backwater, boring planets WITH your betrothed.”

“You wouldn't dare, old man” Vegeta sneered.

“Wouldn't I, brat? You would do better to remember your place and that I am The King. Heed my command or suffer your punishment, as is the law” the King finished, staring his son down.

The Prince had to acquiesce. He could not at all stand the thought of being with that dimwitted nuisance for more than a second without wanting to kill her.

“This is blackmail,” muttered Vegeta.

“Ah yes, but it is my will, brat” smirked the King. “What will it be, hmm? Come now, she will be landing shortly or you will be leaving with Grace within the hour.”

Vegeta flinched. “I will do your bidding this time old man” Vegeta bit out. “But you w--” The King held up a hand to interrupt any tirade he may break into.

“Save the threats for later, Vegeta and go tend to Dr. Briefs. You may threaten me at dinner if you like. Now, do as I have commanded.” The King then dismissed him with a wave and began to attend to his other stately affairs.

Fury raged within the Sayian Prince. “That son of a bitch! Treating me like a peasant. He will regret this day, I swear it!” the spoiled Prince murmured as he stalked to meet the beautiful scientist.

After landing, Bulma patted herself down for the third time.

“I have the capsules with the blue prints and my projects…the capsule house from our new line… my clothes and personal stuff. Yep, I'm all set” she chatted to herself nervously.

She engaged the IGU (individual gravitational unit) and pressed the button to open the door while taking very deep breaths.

“Come on!” she reprimanded herself, “Just do your job. You do projects all the time on your own.”

As Bulma descended the ramp, she was surprised to be face to face with a younger version of the King. He was handsome that was no question, but she was here for business only. He also looked pissed off so she went with a most conservative greeting.

She walked up to the Prince and bowed. “Prince Vegeta, thank you for meeting me upon my arrival. Your hos-”

“Why aren't you on the ground?” Vegeta interrupted.

“I'm sorry?” Bulma said, jerking her head back, clearly confused.

“I was not aware that you weaklings could stand ten times your gravity,” he explained.

Swallowing her anger, Bulma thrust out her wrist to display the IGU “I invented this band to help with the gravity situation. I didn't want to be a bother to you or your people” she gritted out.

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow. He did not miss the irritation that blazed in her eyes. `Ahh,' he thought `there is that flash of fire. She is hiding it but it is there. Most intriguing.'

“Well at least we know you will be useful, Woman” Vegeta snorted. “Where are your things? There better not be many bags, female, I am not a pack animal.

Bulma produced a box of capsules wishing to Kami that she had one that would re-arrange his face. “Everything I need is here your Highness. There is nothing for you to carry. I am ready to go when you are.”

The pair walked on to the guest rooms quietly. Bulma was working double time to keep up with the swift prince and could not take in the beautiful surroundings of the castle, as she would have liked.

Finally, the Prince slowed and opened the door to a room and entered with a winded Bulma following behind him.

The room was breathtaking. Navy blue coated the walls matching nicely with the black carpeting. The four-poster king sized bed was also done in navy. Rounding out the room was a personal cleansing center, an armoire and a beautiful wood carved desk.

Bulma was indeed in awe and wanted to express her thanks. She opened her mouth but the Prince had that pissed off look on his face again.

He then approached Bulma and leaned in so they were eye to eye. “Let us come to an understanding now, Onna. I have been ordered by my father to watch over you during your stay but I will not coddle you like some 3-day-old cub. You would do well to stay in the lab until someone is able to escort you elsewhere or I am able to do so myself. Are we clear?”

Bulma wanted to smack him so hard his teeth rattled; however, she was not here for that. She lowered her eyes and answered, “If that is your wish, Prince Vegeta, I will comply.”

“Very well, Onna” the Prince said. “I will send Bardock to escort you in an hour. You are dining with royalty and I expect you to dress appropriately, better than those rags you wear presently” he commanded and swept out of the room.

An irate Bulma stared after him clinching her fists so hard she nearly drew blood. `Piece of shit! How dare he…no, no don't do this. People can barely stand you already. Remember it was your attitude that drove Yamcha away' she reminded.

Bulma closed her eyes, counted to ten and focused on her breathing. Feeling she had sufficiently calmed herself, she de-capsulated her clothing and put them away. Afterward, when headed for the cleansing area for a well needed soak before dining with the royal pain in the ass, Prince Vegeta.