Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Danger in the horizon ❯ Fly in the ointment ( Chapter 26 )

Chapter 26 - Fly in the ointment (NC 17)

Note: I don't own DBZ

Sexual situations, if these make you uncomfortable do not read.

Bulma and Vegeta barely made it through the door to her room before Vegeta pushed her roughly against the wall, capturing her lips passionately heedless of their damage, causing her to lose her grip on the laptop. As it fell, Bulma struggled to break free of Vegeta's clutches to retrieve it. He merely held her pinned to the wall murmuring, "Leave it," as he moved his hot mouth lower to her partially exposed collarbone careful to avoid her bruised and tender throat. His hands busied themselves with the zip on her overalls, pulling them down over her shoulders and exposing her full breasts, clad in a lacy black bra. Vegeta trailed his mouth lower, suckling on her nipples through the fabric like a starving man. Lifting her as if she was only a feather, but not losing contact, Vegeta gently deposited her on the bed. With sharp tug on her bra, Vegeta successfully tore it in two, fully exposing her breasts to him. "Beautiful…" He whispered hoarsely before plundering them once again, while stripping what remained of her clothing off, leaving her only clad in her thong.

Bulma panted, Vegeta's sweet torture of her breasts being almost unbearable. Her body felt weightless, and she was unable and unwilling to resist the feelings building up within her mind and body. Reaching her hands out, Bulma made contact with Vegeta's training clothing, desperately clawing at the fabric, wanting to feel his bare skin next to hers. Vegeta removed his mouth from her breasts, and hurriedly disrobed, equally eager to have his bare skin next to hers. She whimpered as he began to place kisses down the flat plain of her belly, finally reaching the apex of her thighs. Gently removing the last vestige of clothing, he spread her legs apart, inserting two fingers into her warmth, pumping them in and out as he licked her, making Bulma writhe sensuously beneath him. Her hands clutched his soft spiky hair, pulling him in closer, wanting the release that only he could give her. Sensing this, Vegeta somewhat cruelly stopped what he was doing, a devilish smirk on his face. "Bastard," Bulma hissed between clenched teeth. Vegeta chuckled at her outraged expression replying, "I told you that I would show you how much of a bastard I can be, didn't I?"

"Oh shut up!" Bulma cried out, pulling him back down on top of her, "Just don't stop." Vegeta smirked again, rolling them both over, positioning Bulma above him and firmly holding her hips in place, plunged into Bulma's wet warmth, earning a satisfied groan of from between her swollen lips. Gradually Bulma found her rhythm, rocking back and forth, sweat beginning to course down her body onto Vegeta. He reached up and fondled her sensitive breasts, enjoying hearing Bulma's moans and gasps as he did so.

With her orgasm building up Bulma leaned forward, placing her hands on Vegeta's muscular chest for support. Quickly he flipped her over, never leaving her warmth and began thrusting wildly, licking and nipping her breasts as he did so. Bulma in turn clawed at his back like a wild cat, before grasping his tail, stroking it at the base, urging him silently to go faster. Vegeta's whole body tensed, his release coming fast and hard, as Bulma, seconds later joined him, a scream of pleasure passing her lips as she did so.

Vegeta pulled out slowly and tenderly placed his arms around Bulma, softly caressing her neck with small kisses, before both of them submitted to exhaustion, falling into a satisfied catnap. As Bulma drifted off, she swore that she could hear a soft purring coming from the Saiyan Prince.

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Zarbon was growing impatient. He had requested Lisa's presence approximately an hour ago. His impatience was making him become angry, which in turn would cause him to dispose of her quickly, rather than slowly, as he had planned. Just as his rage was building to bursting point, Zarbon heard a soft knock on the door. "Well," he smirked, "it seems my guest has arrived. Time for the fun to begin"

He walked quickly over to the door to let a slightly dishevelled Lisa in, the strong smell of sex on her skin assaulting his nostrils. Zarbon quirked an eyebrow at this, it seemed that she was indeed not above using sex as her personal weapon in a desperate bid to climb to the top. Lisa strode in and seated herself on the bed and, assuming that Zarbon would want sex with his negotiations, began slowly undressing herself. Not a word was spoken between the two of them, both having different reasons for being in the room. Once she was completely naked, Lisa then coyly gestured for him to join her on the bed, a grin firmly in place on her pretty face. Zarbon in turn starting removing his own clothing, a malicious plan brewing in his mind.

He would not kill her after all.

No, he had a better plan in mind for this vicious little bitch. First he would take pleasure in her body, one last time before the anticipated sensual pleasure of plundering Bulma's body. Then he would put her in a place where her talents would be put to most use. As a whore to be used time after time until she was left broken and bleeding, on Freezer's flagship.

With a malevolent smile gracing his thin lips and his golden eyes shining, Zarbon put his mind and body to the task ahead. _____________________________________________________________________

Bulma woke from her slumber, noting that Vegeta's arms still encircled her naked body possessively while he continued to sleep. Moving as little as possible, she tried to wriggle out of his grasp unsuccessfully several times before giving up. It was not a nightmare or a dream that had awoken her, rather it was several things preying on her mind. Firstly, the plan she had set in motion. Would it work? Secondly, if the plan did go as smoothly as planned, how would she explain her involvement with Vegeta to all those who cared for her on Earth? "Well, they will just have to accept my decision." She murmured to herself. Vegeta stirred at the sound of her voice and pulled Bulma in closer, nuzzling her neck, effectively preventing any escape from the bed.

The doubts still clouded Bulma's mind though. Her father would be disappointed that she had tricked him into using his immense power to achieve her own goal. There would be severe repercussions from her actions, which they would all have to deal with, herself especially. As much as Bulma hated to admit it, she still wanted her fathers approval in everything she did, from her work to her personal life. She hoped he would understand and be placated by the technological information she intended to bring home.

Bulma relaxed back into Vegeta's arms, enjoying the sound of his soft purring in her ear and the heat that radiating from his body. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips as Bulma realised that this may be one of the last times that she and her bonded mate would have a moment like this again for some time.

Radditz tried fruitlessly to fall asleep. His mind was torturing him once again, not just with images of Bulma making love to Vegeta, but also with Nappa's unworthy death at his hands. Every time he attempted to close his weary bloodshot eyes, Nappa's harsh voice taunted him relentlessly, laughing at his pitiful level of strength, his pathetic attempts at trying to woo Bulma, his third class status. "Get out of my mind!" he growled aloud, finding only a temporary respite from the grating voice in his head.

He sprang from the bed in desperation, looking for a way to knock himself out for a couple of hours, or at least until departure time. Of course, when that time came, Radditz knew that he would have to explain Nappa's disappearance and then prepare for death himself. Upon not finding any way of rendering himself unconscious, Radditz resumed his position on the bed and struggled to keep the maddening voice of Nappa in his head at bay.

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As the night slowly drifted into morning, Zarbon stirred from sleep, carefully extracting himself from his bed so as not to disturb the obviously exhausted Lisa. He had enjoyed the sex which they had both indulged in, but was also relieved that it would be the last time he would have to lower himself to rut with such a loathsome creature. Silently he crept across the floor towards his bathroom to retrieve what he needed. After several tense moments of searching, Zarbon's hand closed around a small hypodermic gun, which he then loaded up with a strong sedative, the dosage enough to keep a human in a comatose state for a day or two. Zarbon had been planning to use the drug on Bulma, but for the time being it was going to be put to good use, and besides he could always obtain more from the med wing.

Checking to ensure that she was still sleeping deeply, Zarbon closed the bathroom door and subjected himself to a steaming hot shower, almost desperately scrubbing at his pale green skin to get rid of Lisa's scent infecting every pore. After several moments Zarbon exited, and swiftly dressed in his armour and cape, braiding his long hair to prevent it falling into his eyes.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Zarbon discovered that Lisa was still deep in slumber. Standing over her, Zarbon cautiously bent down, and finding an exposed vein in her left arm, he pumped her full of the drug, effectively knocking her out until he was able to rejoin Freeza's flagship. He felt a slight moment of apprehension stab at him as Lisa's breath hitched momentarily at the small pinprick of pain, fearful that drug would not work rapidly as he hoped. As Lisa's breathing became steady once more, Zarbon smiled. "Oh yes, my little whore," he whispered in the dim light, "Freeza's men will enjoy you, over and over again." He chuckled harshly as he wrapped Lisa tightly in a sheet from the bed, then hefted Lisa into his arms and prepared to carry her down to the dark recesses of the docking bay, to his waiting ship. {Once I have you settled on my ship, then I'll get the real prize……Bulma…}.

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The second time Bulma woke, she discovered that Vegeta was already up and dressed, staring out of the small window into space. Tension was present on his handsome face, his jaw muscles taut. His gloved hands alternately clenched and unclenched in agitation. Tearing her gaze from him, Bulma checked the time on her clock/radio discovering that it was 2.45am, giving her ample time to get showered and gather some of her items before departure. Gracefully exiting the bed, Bulma strode silently across the floor, small patches of dim light being cast across her nude body as she closed the distance between them. Bulma wound her arms around Vegeta's waist, her face pressed against his back, feeling the tension present in his muscles.

Vegeta relaxed somewhat at her gentle touch and turned, bringing his own arms around her tightly, placing a small light kiss on Bulma's forehead, and savouring the softness of her skin. "Get ready. There isn't much time." He growled. If the situation had not been so stressful, Bulma would have retorted with a pithy comeback. But now was not the time. Nodding her head in agreement, she started to get ready for what was going to be journey fraught with many possible dangers.

As Bulma washed, Vegeta resumed his quiet vigil at the window. The moment of truth, he knew was drawing ever closer, the day would come that he and he alone would face Freeza in combat. Despite the warmth of the room, Vegeta shivered, both with the anticipation and the small amount of fear at what he was going to face. Freeza was still so much stronger than him at this time. {If only I could ascend!}

Vegeta also feared for Bulma. Despite her outward façade of confidence, he knew of her fears. Although they had only been bound for a very short span of time, feelings other than lust were beginning to rise within him. Would this bond weaken him as Nappa had told him? Or would it merely serve to strengthen him, easing his path towards to ascension? Only time would tell, and that particular asset was now in very short supply.

Bulma emerged from the bathroom and dressed quickly in a pair of her standard issue overalls and boots. She had not bothered to brush her hair, leaving it in snarled tendrils around her face knowing that her bedraggled appearance would assist in convincing her father that she was indeed a hostage. She gathered up a few personal belongings and her laptop, quickly encapsulating them for easy transport and as she did so, Bulma noted Vegeta's surprise at the capsules, resolving to tell him about their full capabilities later. Her eyes then alighted on the small dagger still lying on the floor from the bonding ritual and gingerly picked it up, turning it in her hands briefly before tucking it securely into the top of her right boot, just in case a fly decided to settle in the ointment that was her plan.

Having gotten herself prepared, Bulma turned to Vegeta who had silently watched her throughout.

She took a deep breath before speaking to Vegeta. "Okay. Once we get to the ship, I'll attach the camouflage and weapons. Then, when we are in flight, I'll open a channel to Earth shield control, so that you can give your demands. You must be as threatening as possible. Do what ever you think necessary. I have dressed this way to display the bruises from Nappa. This will give the impression of a beating from you."

Vegeta gently placed his hands on Bulma's pale and anxious face, stroking her cheeks lightly before replying. "I understand. I will try not to cause you any great pain, Bulma, but it may be necessary to force their hand." He then kissed Bulma's lips tenderly before releasing her and turning towards the door, ready to leave.

Bulma glanced at the state of the room. It was a mess. The bed was rumpled and the sheet that had been wound around her body during the bonding ritual was pooled on the floor, spattered with her and Vegeta's blood. It didn't matter who found the room in such a state, in fact it would help with the small deception they were about to use. With a quick look behind her, Bulma left, saying a silent goodbye to her old life.

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Zarbon had settled Lisa's comatose form into his small ship, now confident that she would not awaken. As he made checks on the computer system in the cockpit, Zarbon could faintly hear noises in the docking bay. He tensed up, ready for any eventuality. Slipping out of his ship, Zarbon moved into the shadows to observe who was in the docking bay at such an early hour. To his immense surprise and lustful joy, he saw that it was Bulma, but unfortunately she was not alone. Zarbon narrowed his eyes, straining to see who was with her and discovered that it was Vegeta and Radditz, both men seemingly keeping guard on her progress. She appeared to be working on the Batalhaian ship, within the cockpit. Zarbon grinned. He was supremely confident of his power to dispose of both of the Saiyans and take Bulma by force.

Bulma finished the last connections of the camouflage unit on the ship, wearily wiping the sweat from her forehead. Behind her in the darkness, Radditz and Vegeta stood like statues observing Bulma work. Without turning his head Vegeta spoke quietly to Radditz his voice calm and controlled. "Where is Nappa?"

Radditz gulped nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled to bring himself to tell the truth of Nappa's disappearance. "H, Highness," he stuttered as the words tangled up in his mouth, "Nappa is dead." Radditz hung his head in shame and prepared himself for the killing blow that was sure to follow such a statement.

Vegeta's expression did not change, his dark eyes betraying not a flicker of emotion. "How?" He demanded tersely.

"By my hand. I, I saw everything….." Radditz did not get to finish his statement, having found himself lifted off his feet by Vegeta's fist at his throat.

"I should kill you now, Radditz." He growled, his eyes flashing. "You took away my right to dispose of that piece of shit." Vegeta then released the larger man, letting him fall to the floor. "But I won't. You have your uses."

Radditz drew a deep breath of relief, knowing that his life was not going to be snuffed out, just yet. Vegeta leaned over him, his face barely millimetres from Radditz's, snarling at him, "That was your last life, weakling. Next time I will tear you limb from limb letting you experience every moment of pain."

Vegeta then resumed his former position arms crossed, watching Bulma work. Even in this dangerous situation, he could feel himself grow warm at the sight of her curvaceous body bent over the control panel. Mentally he cursed his momentary weakness, and quickly regained control of his body.

Bulma was either oblivious to the small exchange between Radditz and Vegeta or chose to ignore it, after all there were more important things to do in her mind. Suddenly she let out a loud curse, followed by a fist crashing down on the control panel in front of her. The installation was almost complete, but to her immense annoyance a vital tool needed to finish the job was not with her. She spun on her heel, eyes clouded and angry. "I forgot something, Vegeta. I need another tool to finish this." She snapped.

"Go and get it, then. Time is running short, woman." He spoke back calmly, inadvertently raising Bulma's ire.

"Don't you fucking think I know that?!" she shrieked, causing Vegeta to wince. With another muffled string of curses, Bulma left the cockpit, blundering in the near darkness to her workbench, 100 meters away. Radditz, once again on his feet, shot a quizzical look at Vegeta who snapped, "Don't you say a fucking word, Radditz, not a word."

As Bulma neared her workbench, the very familiar prickling sensation travelled up her spine, alerting her to the presence of danger. Only one creature could be the source of this sensation. But before she could react and call for help, a strong pair of arms seized her, hauling her into the shadows, one hand over her mouth, preventing a scream coming from her mouth.

A familiar hateful voice breathed softly into her ears. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? I see you are ready to leave Bulma." Bulma struggled futilely, trying to kick out with her legs. Zarbon laughed quietly at her attempt to free herself and continued with his little speech. "Just a small change of plans though, you won't be travelling with those nasty monkeys, instead you will be coming with me. You will enjoy yourself…..even if I have to force you." His tongue trailed along her delicate earlobe, tasting her. Bulma suppressed a shudder of revulsion at his touch, her heart sinking with the knowledge that she could do nothing to break free from his hold. The power she had demonstrated with almost deadly accuracy against Nappa would not work this time because Zarbon had not caused her any pain. Only with pain could she escape.

Zarbon then summoned up a small ball of energy into his free hand and released Bulma's mouth from his grasp, gesturing what he would do to her if she cried out for help. He looked her up and down before adding one more small detail to her continued good health. "By the way Bulma, don't bother trying to send a little mental message for help." Bulma's eyes widened in disbelief. {How did he know?} "I've known for some time. So don't even attempt it"

He then forcefully dragged her towards his ship, careful to remain in the shadows. His plan was now almost complete and surprisingly he didn't even have to kill anyone to achieve it. Bulma whimpered softly as he pulled her now unresisting body to his ship, hoping against all odds that Vegeta would be suspicious of the time she had been gone to retrieve one simple tool.

Something was wrong, very wrong. As Bulma had hoped, Vegeta was becoming paranoid at the time it was taking her to come back and finish the job. "Stupid woman, it doesn't take that long," he mumbled to himself. He stretched out with his mind, attempting to seek her out. Nothing. A blank wall. Something was definitely amiss. "Radditz." Vegeta barked out, turning towards the larger Saiyan, "get the ship ready for departure. I will be back." Swiftly he left the cockpit, leaving Radditz with a puzzled look on his face. Vegeta ran in the darkness, able to make out Bulma's workbench ahead of him.

As he feared, she was not there.

{Could she have just decided not to come?}

{Does she not feel the bond as I do?}

No. That was not the answer.

He reached the workbench and stopped, searching quickly for any sign of Bulma. As he was about to leave and continue his search in another area, he could faintly make out her scent and another mingling with it. He snarled.

The other scent he knew all too well. Zarbon.

Not wasting a precious moment, Vegeta followed the scent with his keen eyesight guiding him in the darkness and what he saw just ahead, filled him with an immense surge of rage, his blue aura sparking into life. The docking bay was illuminated by Vegeta's sudden flash of power, alerting Zarbon to his presence. Having reached his ship, Zarbon roughly threw Bulma in, sealing the door to prevent her escape. With a feigned smile of disinterest, Zarbon faced the angry Vegeta. "So monkey prince," he drawled languidly, "I seem to have taken away your little toy from you."

"You green slime!" Vegeta roared, struggling to contain his rage. "I will kill you!"

"Ha!" Countered Zarbon. "You are weaker than me, Prince Vegeta. You are a dead man. I have no intention of a disgusting mammal like you take her."

Zarbon then launched himself blindly at Vegeta, eager to dispose of him and depart with Bulma at his side, confident that he would dispose of him. Vegeta countered by springing into the air himself and narrowly dodged the first blow coming from Zarbon's fist. The space inside the docking bay was limited and so the two warriors remained mainly on the floor, throwing punches and kicks at one another, the bright flashes of their power sparking each time a blow connected.

Zarbon winced as a well-timed punch was dealt to his handsome face, splitting his lips, surprised at the force behind it. Vegeta had grown stronger, it was now obvious, but what Zarbon could not figure out was how. Six months ago, he would have been able to dispose of the annoying prince without breaking a sweat. Now he himself was in danger of becoming extinct. Countering the blow, Zarbon missed by inches, his desperation becoming apparent, his own attacks sloppy and mistimed.

Vegeta continued to land punches and kicks to Zarbon's midsection, well aware of the other mans steadily diminishing power, careful not to overextend himself or use any of his ki attacks. His eyes glowed with red fire, full of blood lust, eager to kill the creature that had dared place his filthy hands on his mate. Zarbon dodged the next punch and retreated, trying to put as much distance between himself and the enraged Saiyan as possible. He needed a moment to think, to find a way of defeating his enemy. Vegeta watched in amusement at Zarbon's pathetic retreat. "You'll never get away from me, lizard!" he roared as he advanced towards Zarbon preparing to deal him a deathblow.

Zarbon had only two options available to him. Either be killed or morph into his decidedly less handsome but more powerful form, which displayed more of his lizard like genes. The decision made, he tensed and powered up, forcing his body to expand and take on his new form. Hissing in triumph, he met Vegeta head on, cancelling out his intended attack.

Vegeta retreated slightly, now fully on the defensive having forgotten Zarbon's little trick of transformation. There was no question of him transforming himself into the Oozaru form of a Saiyan, if he did so, half of the station would be destroyed and Bulma along with it. Retreating quickly, he flew upwards, and powered up, beckoning the slimy lizard closer.

"She's mine Vegeta" Zarbon taunted coarsely, licking his lips suggestively.

"What have you done to her?" Vegeta yelled back, letting his emotions get the better of him momentarily.

"Nothing yet. But when the time comes, she will scream my name." Zarbon looked over Vegeta's body, noting his increased muscle size. "Well, Vegeta it seems your fighting skills have improved but without a scouter you're as good as dead." Zarbon laughed mercilessly. "Give it up loser, she belongs to me now."

Vegeta threw his head and chuckled maniacally. "It seems the tables have turned since our last encounter, Zarbon. I haven't needed the assistance of a scouter for some time now. I know your power is waning. I have ascended to claim powers unfathomable to the likes of you. Release the woman now and maybe I won't kill you, challenge me and you will not live to tell the story."

"Very, very foolish words, monkey," Zarbon snapped back, "surely you don't think I can be overcome quite so easily?" He began to power up, ready to cast his most powerful attack at Vegeta. " Wake up Prince Vegeta, time to die."

With glowing fists Vegeta launched a volley of unanswered kicks and punches surprising his opponent once again with his power and speed. Zarbon quickly took to the air testing the depths of the princes fighting technique whilst trying in vain to pinpoint a weakness in the Saiyan. Unfortunately for him, Vegeta's every blow was accurate, with every shot finding its mark, suggesting it was only a matter of time before the Saiyan prince gave him a one-way journey to the afterlife. Zarbon had other ideas; a precious life was at stake, his own. Realising his opponents powers had far surpassed his own he knew now that he would have to go below the belt to escape with his life and the prize.

As the last blow sent him careening to the floor, Zarbon rolled limply out of the dim light and into the darkness his mouth opened, and he slowly muttered in his native language. Gesturing Vegeta forward to draw him in, Zarbon propped himself on his forearms, mustering the strength to spit into the Saiyans face.

Vegeta curled his lips in disgust, wiping away the spittle on his face. "I am the prince of the proudest warrior race in the universe and I am not renowned for my patience," he growled, but the momentary lapse in concentration gave Zarbon the edge he needed. Zarbon lurched forward, tightly wrapping his hands around Vegeta's throat.

"Good night Vegeta" Zarbon yelled into his face as he lined him up for demolition trying to propel Vegeta towards a steel girder using brute strength.

"You cannot challenge me!" Vegeta yelled hoarsely, straining against the hands on his throat. His own hands began to glow, a blue light enveloping them as his ki rose. All he could see in his mind was images of Zarbon raping Bulma over and over again taking her resistant body. He could not let that happen, ever.

Without warning his power reached it's maximum, almost bursting his skin as it did so. The sheer amount of ki was so overwhelming Vegeta had to expel some of it, releasing it point blank into Zarbon's leering face. The hands around Vegeta's throat loosened, releasing him. Zarbon's limp body then slumped once again on the floor, his face almost burned beyond recognition.

Vegeta stepped back from the repulsive sight. "Oh how the mighty have fallen, Zarbon." He murmured as he turned away to find Bulma, not caring if the diabolical lizard was dead or not.

Bulma had watched the fight with her heart in her mouth, but had not remained idle while Vegeta and Zarbon attempted to kill each other. Thinking quickly, she began to tamper with the door, which was preventing her escape, successfully unlocking it from her side. Just as the fight reached it climax it opened, releasing her from the temporary prison. As she was slipping out, Vegeta let loose his attack, bringing the arrogant Zarbon down in one fell swoop. The light blinded Bulma momentarily, causing her to stumble and fall in a hysterical, sobbing heap beside the ship.

Seconds later, as her eyes began to recover Bulma was able to make out the slightly battered figure of Vegeta coming towards her. The feeling of relief overwhelmed her as Vegeta gently raised her to her feet, protectively winding his tail around her waist.

Hush now, Bulma, he soothed mentally, everything is as it should be.

{Please…just get me out of here, Vegeta.}

Vegeta gave her a half crooked smile as he replied, briefly showing his relief that she was unharmed. "I will." He said aloud. {And I promise you this, Bulma, I will never let you out of my sight again…never}

He turned Bulma away from the hideous sight of Zarbon's still smouldering body, the rank stench of burnt flesh rising into his nostrils. Without a word, Bulma allowed herself to be lead back to their ship, keeping her eyes averted.

They both entered the ship, ignoring the startled look from Radditz. As instructed, he had started the ship, ensuring that all systems were online and operational. He raised his bulk from the pilot's chair as Bulma walked towards him, a brief look of sympathy directed towards her.

Bulma was now all too willing now to get the hell off Station Delta. It held bad experiences for them all, with Zarbon's attack and Nappa's death. Shaking her head to dislodge all of the bad thoughts, Bulma settled herself tiredly in the chair, and strapped herself securely in, closing the doors and gestured for the two Saiyans to do likewise and be seated. She had realised that the weapons and camouflage system were not attached, but there was no longer time to remedy those particular problems. Bulma's hopes now depended on convincing her father, Dr Briefs that she was a hostage, her captor more than willing to shed her blood for his cause.

Torturously, the ship advanced towards one of the exit tunnels, the airlock doors then sliding shut and locking behind them. Bulma took a deep breath as she released the door leading into space, powering up the ship to its maximum before letting it shoot forward, propelling it into the blackness, towards Earth. Bulma smiled as she looked out at the beautiful blue sphere of Earth getting closer, all fears forgotten temporarily at the sight. {Finally, I'm going home……}