Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ Blood on the floor ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight - Blood on the floor

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As Radditz reached the refugee quarters, he thanked the gods of Vegetasei for his good fortune. With Kakkarot located all they had to do was get through the shield and convince him to go with them to defeat Freeza.

He knocked on Prince Vegeta's door to inform them of the good news. Vegeta was in the process of dressing himself in his armour, ready to tackle some heavy-duty training. He was not in a good mood. Vegeta had been plagued by strange dreams all night and had not had the most satisfactory sleep.

Radditz approached him carefully bowing low, not wanting a repeat of the events of the last evening. "Your highness, I have news about Kakkarot."

"Well?" Snapped Vegeta. "Get on with it!"

"The woman, Ms Briefs, she knows where he is. Apparently she has known him for some time and has knowledge of his exact location. Also, it appears that he has forgotten or has no knowledge of his true heritage." He kept his bowed hoping that Vegeta would overlook his unprompted contact with Bulma.

Vegeta rubbed his jaw thoughtfully before speaking. "So the woman can give us his location. It appears that she will have more uses than I first thought. Radditz, do not alert her to the fact that you know Kakkarot. She may become suspicious and refuse to assist us with our endeavour."

He glanced back to the large warrior before him. "And another thing Radditz, stop stalking her. This is not Freeza's flagship with a multitude of willing whores around every corner. Humans seem to have squeamish behaviour towards rape."

Radditz nodded still bowing before Vegeta.

"Good. Oh and in case you have forgotten weakling, I am ready to bathe my hands in your blood during our sparring session. We have wasted enough time. Get Nappa and meet me in the training facility on the 18th level. Both of you are in dire need of training." Vegeta smirked. He liked nothing better than a good sparring session, even if it was with two substandard soldiers.

Radditz rose from the floor and went to get Nappa from his quarters, grimacing in anticipation of the beating he was about to receive. He hoped that the station had very good medical facilities.

Vegeta was left alone with his thoughts in his room. Yes. The human woman did have her value. He was not blind. He had noticed her when she came to interview them yesterday. Unusually coloured, but beautiful none the less, and when she had looked at him, Vegeta felt himself drowning in her eyes. It had been hard to tear himself away and he knew that she had done almost the exact same thing. Vegeta would not admit to himself or anyone else for that matter that he was jealous of the contact Radditz had already had with her. If only he had come here under different circumstances, then he might have acted on his instant attraction to Bulma.

But now was not the time.

He had an important fight for his very survival coming soon and needed to be in the best fighting shape possible. Who knows? Maybe he could even crack the elusive barrier keeping him from ascending to Super Saiyan while he was training. Focusing on the battle ahead with Freeza, he made his way to the training facility, preparing to put his two soldiers through their paces.

With the numbness receding from her left arm, Bulma made the move towards docking bay one with her equipment ready to make a start on the necessary repairs on the Saiyan pods. It was going to be a lengthy job, she knew. She hoped that she would not have to spend much time interacting with the Saiyans on this job. Those guys were starting to give her the creeps and she had only had any real contact with one of them!

Once she reached the docking bay she located the pods and pulled out her portable walkman and set her comms device on vibrate so she would be aware of any calls from her Saiyan charges. After settling the headphones on and pulling out her tools she set her mind to the task ahead. Oh, it was going to be a long 11 months.

Vegeta arrived at the training floor and found both Radditz and Nappa already sparring with each other. Radditz was improving but still needed more strength training if he was going to be of any use. Nappa on the other hand, had the strength and the experience, but needed to use more of his brain. If he had any. Vegeta had always suspected that the hulking Nappa had been brain damaged at birth. How he had survived so long sometimes amazed him considering the lack of grey matter in that baldhead of his. With a scowl on his face he jumped into the fray, taking on the both of them at once. It was the only way he was going to get a half way decent work out.

From the far corner of the training facility a pair of golden eyes glittered with malice. So the monkeys had come here after all. Time to contact Freeza and start the ball rolling.

Bulma wiped the sweat from her brow only to replace it with the grease and oil from the first pod. This job was worse than she anticipated. It would take her at least 3 - 4 days to complete the repairs on the first pod and she had no idea how bad the other 2 were. It had taken her around 2 hours to familiarise herself with the internal systems and then start repairing them. Sharon had allowed her to work on the pods regardless of how long it would take. Any work Bulma had back at the tech lab would have to wait until she was finished.

Surprisingly, Bulma had received no demands from her charges at all in the last 5 hours, which pleased her immensely. Regardless of how disturbing Radditz seemed by his stalking she knew he meant no harm to her. Bulma mumbled aloud to herself. "Maybe if I was a little more inclined towards a fling then he would be perfect."

As Bulma extracted herself from the pod and sat back on the floor of the docking bay, her comms device started to vibrate. Bulma slapped herself on the forehead. "Famous last words, Bulma" she mentally scolded.

Disengaging the walkman, she answered the call.

She was greeted with the face of the Prince, Vegeta. "We require your services on the 18th level, training facility. Immediately." Then as abruptly as the communication started it was cut.

"Shit. So much for not being disturbed. Better get cleaned up a little before going up. Can't look like the proverbial grease monkey." Bulma giggled. She wiped down her face with paper towels and hurried to the elevator. It wasn't that she was worried about her appearance that much, it was just that their was no reason to walk around looking like a grease monkey when you didn't have to.

Upon reaching the 18th level she was greeted with the sight of two very bloody Saiyans lying on the floor. She rushed forward without any regard for her own safety, realising after a second or two that the situation could be hazardous to her own health.

As she started walking backwards a voice came from the corner. "It's alright woman. Just a normal training session. Nothing out of the ordinary."

Bulma snapped her head in the direction of the voice. She realised it was Prince Vegeta, arms crossed with a smirk on his face, looking remarkably healthy considering the damage done to the other two. His armour bore a few bloodstains and he had a few bruises visible on his jaw, but otherwise he looked just fine.

"Just a normal training session?" she shrieked. Realising that she sounded hysterical, Bulma took a few deep restorative breaths to calm down. "If this is normal then I don't want to see a heavy training session. Did you call me up here to turn my stomach?"

"No. I need both of them taken to the med wing." Replied Vegeta smoothly.

"Fine." Snapped Bulma. "I'll call the med techs. They will send qualified staff to try and patch up whatever is left of these two."

"Do that. Once they are taken, I require your services, woman." With that, Vegeta spun on his heel to the elevator. "In my quarters, 1 quarter of an hour."

Bulma promptly lost her temper. The bastard was mocking her! "The name is Bulma or Ms Briefs, fuckwit! Try to remember that the next time you require assistance!"

"1 quarter of an hour, woman" he replied smirking once more as the elevator doors closed.

Bulma went over to what she assumed was Radditz and kneeled by him trying to avoid the large puddles of blood and mucus. It was a little hard to tell initially considering all the blood and scrapes on his face and body. "Radditz?" She spoke softly. "Med techs on the way. Where is the most pain?"

To her surprise, Radditz attempted to sit up, more blood dripping from his mouth onto his armour. "Everywhere…" he grinned before thumping back onto the now blood slicked floor.