Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ Snow Day ( Chapter 14 )

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Bulma had done this before dozens of times, but this time was different. She was actually borderline giddy. She fluffed her wig of long black hair as she blended in with the hookers that had just docked onto Frieza's ship and were being escorted to the ships common area. Prostitutes were regularly shipped to Frieza's ship to pleasure the soldiers on board. It was the only way she was able to sneak onto the ship without getting caught.

Bulma was a bit nervous to see Vegeta because she wasn't sure how he would react when he saw her. Would he be happy? Would he tell her to go away? She was dressed in a black corset and some skin tight black leather pants with matching knee high boots. She definitely looked the part.

She kept to the back of the group and without anybody looking she turned down a hallway, then down another and then stopped in front door number 9005S. She checked and re-checked the data base to make sure she got the room number right.

She knocked on the door.

“FUCK OFF!” The Prince's muffled voice came from behind the door.

Bulma huffed, rolling her eyes and knocked again. She heard angry stomping and then the door was yanked open. She was then face to face with a very irritated looking Saiyan Prince.

She smiled brightly at him. “You lookin for a good time, baby?” she winked at him, shaking her boobs at him suggestively.

Vegeta blinked at her surprised, for a second and then pulled her in by the arm as quick as he could, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here??”

Bulma lazily looked around his room. It was bare, besides the small bed that could only fit one and a half people, a meager dresser, and a mirror hanging on the wall… oh and numerous punched holes that littered the walls as well as random scorch marks.

“I'm here to give you your spy gear.” She said as she opened one of his drawers.

Vegeta quickly slammed it shut, nearly slamming her fingers in the door of the dresser. He gave her a disapproving glare and then crossed his arms over his chest. He was angry at her. The Woman was risking her life being here, and if she was caught, there was no telling what Frieza or his men would do to her. Again she was making him feel things he didn't wish to feel.

Bulma raised a blue eyebrow at him. “Don't worry, I do this all the time! I came in with whore's that just came aboard to pleasure the soldiers.” She said playfully.

It was just then that he noticed what she was wearing. His trademark smirk replaced his scowl. The corset she was wearing made her already very perky and large boobs look even more so. He really just wanted to reach out and touch them…

`NO! NO! NO!! AAARGH!!!!'

Just to make matters worse, she reached into the front of her corset and pulled out a capsule and handed it over to him.

“In there, you will find a flash drive. When you have a chance, upload it into any computer on the ship. It will make it so I can have access to the computers without anyone knowing. There is also a spare pair of gravity cuffs, replacement scouters for yourself and your men. It not only shares the frequency Frieza's soldiers use, but it also uplinks to our frequency as well. There are a few other things in there for you too.” She smiled warmly at him.

“Hn.” He grunted as he placed the capsule in his boot for safe keeping. Bulma sighed inwardly as he did so, she didn't want to be there when he opened it up.

The Prince looked up at her again, eyes narrowed at her. “What do you mean, you do this all the time?? How many other times have you been on this ship and why?” He took a step forward towards Bulma.

“I-well…” She pushed her mouth closed and scrunched it to the side. She could tell Vegeta was upset with her. “The first couple of times were to observe you and your men. Then I had to hack into Frieza's main computer to get your file. And then the other couple of times….” She trailed off, looking away from Vegeta's blazing glare.

Vegeta tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to continue expectantly.

“Yes, the other couple of times…” He drawled out, partially in a playful tone.

She looked off to the corner, still not maiking eye contact with him. “… was to observe you.” She said meekly.

He shook his head at her. “You already said that.” He took another step towards her.

“I know… but those other couple of times, I was only observing you.” Bulma said with a blush. “Eherm.” She cleared her throat and looked at him. “When is your next mission?”

The prince looked at her for a few beats, knowing full well she was changing the subject.

“In two days. Frieza say's we have a lot of catching up to do, since we've been absent. I have a feeling that he is going to send us on a lot of purges just to punish us.”

“Well that's great!! The more your gone, the more you train..” She smiled brightly at him.

He scowled deeply at her. “Run this by me again… when we go on missions you are going to meet my men and myself on the planet Frieza sends us to… and then what?”

Bulma rolled her eyes at him. He sounded like he had no faith in hers and Bardock's plan. She dramatically threw herself onto Vegeta's bed and propped her head up with his pillow's.

“Once we get your mission line up, we will have our base ship outside of whichever planet's atmosphere that Frieza sends you to. Once you get to said planet, we will come get you and then you will train.”

“Why do you want our ships to remain on the planet?”

“We need your ship's computer to relay back to Frieza that you guys have touched down. We want to make sure we are covering all of our bases here.” She paused a moment, to make sure this was sinking in and then went on. “From there my team will relocated the planet's inhabitants, making it look like you completed your mission…. You with me so far, Oh Mighty One?”

Vegeta sneered at her. She took that as a `Yes' and then continued.

“Since missions usually take up to three weeks to a month and a half, you will have that time to train… of course when you have leave time, you will need to make appearances at the planet you and your men frequent when on shore leave.” Bulma tried not to make the last part sound angry. She knew what he did when on shore leave. She had to remind herself that although they spent a night of mind blowing sex together, it didn't mean a thing and he had made it quite clear that their night together didn't mean a damn thing.

He nodded his head at her.

“There's one more thing before I go…” She lifted her self up into a sitting position. “You know the mystery rescue we were picking up on Utopia?”

Vegeta grunted as he turned around to put the capsule in one of the drawers he had just retrieved from his boot. In actuality, he was trying to busy himself, trying to fight the urges to jump her. She was making it hard not to, she was sprawled on his bed and the way she was dressed, she was practicaly screaming at him to tear the clothing off of her slim body.

“We… it was…it was your mother.”

Vegeta froze. His shoulders tensed, his hands didn't move from the dresser drawer. He took a large intake of air and then slowly turned around.

“What did you just say?” He was giving her that same scary look that made him look like a wild animal.

Bulma shrunk back as the feral looked took deepened and his eyes zeroed in on her. “I-I-I said we have your mother. The Queen.”

He took two large quick strides towards her and yanked her up by her upper arms making her squeak in surprise. He was growling making his chest rumble furiously and his eyes latched onto hers making her tremble.

“You lie.” His voice low… dangerous. How dare she spew such lies at him. His mother was dead. Vegeta was certain she perished at the hands of his father. The King had even told him, it was the last thing he had said to him before handing him over to Frieza.

Young Vegeta thrashed in his father's arms.

“Please father!” He sobbed. “I promise! I'll be good! I'll train extra hard just for you!! I'm sorry, Father!! I didn't mean to break the door of the training room!! I'll fix it!! Please don't send me away!!”

His father, barely keeping his grip on his powerful son, stopped walking and tossed the little one onto the floor of the Palace hangar.

“Quit your whining boy.”

The little prince sniffled. “I want my mother!!! She'll protect me from you!”

King Vegeta sneered at him. “I said shut your mouth, BOY!” His powerful arm wound up and violently snapped back, hitting the prince square in the gut, making him sink to his knees. “Your mother will be dead by the time the suns set tonight!!” He grabbed his son by the scruff of the neck and tossed him to one of Frieza's men.

“NOOOOOO!!! MOTHER!! NOOOOO!!! I HATE YOU FATHER! I SWEAR TO THE GODS I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!!”

The King wordlessly turned on his heal and left his small son to his fate.

“Vegeta, you're hurting me.” Bulma said just above a whisper.

Her words snapped him back from his revere and he loosened his grip on her arms, but didn't let go.

Bulma brought her hand up to his cheek. “I'm not lying to you Vegeta. She's on our base ship.” She said to him, soothingly. She could see the barrage of emotions flooding his face and all she wanted to do was comfort him.

His eyes softened at her gesture and words. “How?”

She smiled softly at him. “Apparently your father had beat her and left her for dead. The royal physician smuggled her out of the planet and told your father that she had died.”

“…and my brother?” his voice hoarse from the ever familiar strain in his throat.

Bulma shook her head. “I don't know. He wasn't mentioned.”

Vegeta absently nodded his head and let go of Bulma's arms, but stayed put.

Bulma's watch let out a series a beeps. She quickly silenced it.

“I have to go.” She reluctantly stepped away from him and headed towards the door and looked over her shoulder. She didn't want to leave him in such a state of mental anguish. She thought that the news of his mother would have brought happiness to him.

Vegeta still stood where she left him, the look on his face was blank as he looked down at the ground. She turned back around to the door and hesitated, biting her lip she turned yet again and walked back up to Vegeta.

“Make sure to upload that flash drive today… I'll see you soon.” She reached on her tip toes and kissed him on his forehead and caressed his cheek. She turned around and left his quarters before he could react to her kind gesture.

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He wasn't sure how long she was gone or when he had fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was lying down on the pillow that now had Bulma scent, inhaling it deeply before it dissipated. Vegeta was, yet again, woken up from the dream that seemed to be put on repeat in his brain.

It was now 3am and sleep, as always, was not coming back to him. Vegeta ventured to his top drawer, retrieving the capsule the Woman gave him. He returned to his bed, sitting directly in the middle. He clicked the capsule button and tossed it onto the space in front of him on the bed.

Like the Woman said, there were a pair of cuffs, a flash drive, three viles that were labeled `Blue Goo', and a roll of gauze. His eyes grew large as he looked at the other objects that came out of the capsule. An MP3 player with a pair of ear buds similar to the one's the woman had, a mini dvd player with the whole Star Wars trilogy (A/N, I refuse to mention the newer Star Wars movies… don't get me started.), Terminator, Alien and Aliens… and Nightmare on Elm Street. He chuckled at that last DVD. It was the same movie he first watched with the woman.

He picked up another DVD and noticed a note taped to it.

Oh Mighty One, He rolled his eyes at the letter's opening and read on.

I hope you enjoy your care package, it should keep you out of trouble and entertain you on your down time. This also serves as a `Thank you'… for everything you've done for me. I lost count at how many time's you've saved me…. So thanks for saving my `Fat Ass'. Maybe one day I'll return the favor.

Ok, no more mushy stuff. Don't fuck up, make sure to upload that flash drive. See you soon, Veg-head.

~Your Friend, Bulma

He balked at the last line. `Your Friend' Other than Nappa and Raditz, he had never had a true friend before.

“HA!”

He re-read the letter, smirking at her wittiness in her writing then crumpled it in his hands, making a small ki ball burning the letter to ashes.

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Bulma sat back in the captains chair of her `barrowed' cold army ship, her feet kicked up onto the control panel and her lap top in her lap. It would only be another couple of hours until she would be back on base and she kept her self busy by doing… well busy work.

A window flashed at the bottom right corner of the screen, she clicked on it and smiled. Vegeta had just uplinked Frieza's computer system to her. Another window flashed, she clicked on it.

Here you go, Fat Ass.

-V

“What a dick.” She said out loud, but couldn't help the amused smirk that spread across her lips.

Bulma spent the remainder of her time going through the Saiyan's mission line up. And Vegeta wasn't kidding, Frieza had it out for them. He was sending them to seven planets back to back with only one shore leave thrown in there. Which was fine with her, it meant less time for Vegeta to screw around with the working girls at the brothel he frequented.

By the looks of it, four out of the seven planets only inhabited creatures with IQ's lower than 15 and from the information provided the `animals' on each planet were extremely hostile and territorial. On top of that, the four planets had extreme elements. One planet had nothing but volcano's and rivers of hot lava. Another was a planet that had only extreme weather at all times; tornadoes, fire and brimstone, hail storms. Not a lot of fun.

Their next mission was in less than thirty two hours. Once she made it back, she'd make sure the base ship was enroute to the first planet on the list.

Meanwhile….

Goku nervously followed his father as he showed Queen Alina around the base.

“It may not be the palace you are used to, My Queen, but it is safe, and of course temporary.” Said Bardock.

Queen Alina patted Bardock's elbow that she had linked her arm around. “Bardock, this is perfectly fine. I thank you for taking me in, it's nice to finally be surrounded by pure hearted people. It's been a long time since I've been surrounded by friends.… Now tell me of my son.”

“We found him and he has decided to join forces with us.” Said Bardock, not really going into detail.

The Queen halted making her two escorts stop in their tracks too. “I had no doubt, but what I really was more interested was him. Is he in good health… is he well? Does he have a mate? Cubs? How powerful is he?” Her eyes were pleading. She didn't outright say it, but what she wanted to know was if he had ended up like his father.

“He's in good health” Goku interrupted. “He doesn't have a mate or cubs.” The queen looked a bit let down at this information, but silently urged him to continue. “He's probably the grumpiest man I've ever met in my life... Temperamental too” He stopped when his father cleared his throat and gave him a death glare. “BUT I do see the good in him. He keeps his guard up at all times…which, I don't blame him, especially with what he's endured most of his life. But he does seem to open up a little when he's around Bulma… they fight a lot. But you can tell they like each other.” He scratched the back of his head nervously looking at the Queen. He wasn't sure if he should have even opened his mouth.

“Bulma? The blue haired woman?”

“Yes. I think they have potential.” Goku declared to her happily.

Queen Alina smiled warmly at him then looked to Bardock.

“He will be back soon according to Bulma, you will be reunited before you know it.” Bardock told her.

She nodded at him. “Shall we?”

The three of them continued on with tour.

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Bulma was now out of her leather outfit and into a comfy pair of black spandex shorts, an overlarge white tank top over a tight purple t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. She gathered her things and exited the ship.

It was early in the morning and since she hadn't eaten since before her visit with Vegeta, she wanted to get some breakfast after she informed Bardock of the Saiyans mission lineup and where their first stop would be.

As she exited the ship and made her way out of the hangar, someone from behind grabbed her shoulder.

Instincts took over, Bulma dropped her belongings and gripped her would be attacker's wrist and tossed the assailant over her shoulder and onto the ground.

Yamcha, now sprawled on the ground, looked up at her in shock.

“Ow, B. What the hell?” He rubbed the back of his head and slowly got up.

“What were you thinking, sneaking up on me like that??” She screeched.

He outstretched his arms in defense. “Sorry! Last time I do that.” He winced as he felt a good sized lump forming at the base of his head.

“What do you want, Yamcha? I have shit to do.” Bulma asked angrily as she bent over and picked up the discarded items she'd dropped before tossing Yamcha to the ground.

“Look,B. I…I just wanted to tell you something.”

Bulma looked at him with an exasperated glare.

He continued. “I really don't like that you're spending so much time with Vegeta.”

She surprised him by throwing her head back and laughed out loud.

“You're joking right?” She laughed and dramatically wiped away a tear. “You? My cheating ex boyfriend are telling me that you don't like who I'm keeping company with? Get bent.” She pushed passed him and continued down the corridor that led to the control room of the base, where Bardock spent most of his time.

Yamcha caught up to her, stopping her by putting himself in front of her.

“You know, I really don't think Dory would approve of you talking to me, especially if she knew you were telling me that you didn't approve of my guy friends.” She huffed.

He sighed heavily. “Look, I saw you guys on the beach that night, and I just don't want you getting hurt. You need someone different… someone like-“

“YOU?” Bulma interrupted.

“Well, yeah. Come on Bulma! The guy is a cold blooded killer. Plus what kind of future do you have with him? He's a prince! There's no way he'd end up with you.”

Bulma narrowed her eyes at him and stepped forward, threateningly. “First off, not that it's any of your business, but Vegeta and I are only friends. Secondly, if Vegeta and I were to be together, it wouldn't be any of your business. And yes, he is a cold blooded killer, but it wasn't his choice to become one and furthermore how dare you imply that I am not good enough for him!! Clearly you have forgotten who I was on Earth, I was practically royalty you son of a bitch. Keep your damn nose out of my business.” She poked him in the chest shoved him out of the way and continued down the corridor.

After debriefing Bardock, and personally entering the coordinates to the planet that Vegeta and his men would be going to first she dropped her things off in her room and headed to Piccolo's quarters. She had since lost her appetite after her run in with Yamcha.

Piccolo was almost always meditating around this time in the morning, and giving her current state of mind, meditation would help her re-focus. Plus it had been a while since she'd seen her caretaker.

She smiled as she rode the elevator up to his floor. She had remembered back when the giant green man had scared her, but soon her fear of him vanished. He had taught her to be brave, trained her and sculpted her from a fragile little girl into a strong warrior (for a human anyway, he'd always say.) And although he lacked the comfort she so very much needed in the beginning, she knew that he had grown to care for her as if she were his own.

When news got back to him about her capture, Bardock had told her that Piccolo had gone berserk at the news of what she endured. It had given her comfort that he had reacted that way… crazy as it may seem.

Bulma didn't knock. She opened the door and took her shoes off and sat down across from the floating green Namekian in the middle of the room.

He didn't bother opening his eyes. His antennae flinched, sensing her energy.

“Bulma.” He greeted in his usual monotoned way.

“Piccolo.” She answered back and closed her eyes, concentrating… thinking soothing thoughts… thoughts that soon turned to Vegeta… and the night they spent together. She instantly relaxed… a small smile graced her lips.

Piccolo's antennae twitched. His left eye opening, focusing on Bulma and a slight frown formed on his lips. Apparently his ward had forgotten that he was a telepath… He closed his eye and quickly deflected thoughts and mental images she was absently throwing at him.

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Planet Name: Kultra

Terrestrial Beings: Affirmitive. Beings IQ lower than average. Territorial, extremely hostile.

Terrain: Mountainous.

Weather: Extreme cold temperatures.

Breathable air, No technology.

Gravity: 5x standard gravity

Orders: Iliminate all living beings. Keep damage to a minimum. Planet up for possible sale.

Vegeta let out a grumble as the computer read out the information. He hated the cold… and Frieza knew this. The slimy lizard made it a point to send him to all of the cold ass planets. He absently pulled at the white body suite and armor he was dressed in. It was designed to keep the wearer warm but thin enough to stay nimble during battle.

“Preparing landing sequences. Landing in 5.5 minutes.” The annoying female computer voice chirped.

Vegeta gripped the arm rest of his chair as the ship broke the planet's atmosphere. He always hated how turbulent the ride got when it came time for landing. The prince was itching to get out of his cramped pod and let out some pent up anger. A nice bloody battle with some mindless beast would do just right.

He grabbed the new scouter the woman gave him and attached it onto his ear. It looked just like the one he had before. He had to admit the woman really knew how to cover her bases, she thought about everything. If only she heard his thoughts… he pictured her smiling up at him and pointing to her head and saying confidently:

`Strategical genius.'

“Looks like they've beat us here.” Raditz's voice sounded through Vegeta's earpiece. “I see their ship.”

Vegeta peered through the small port hole of his pod. Sure enough there was Bulma's ship with some people milling about, waiting for their arrival no doubt. Just a few hours ago, Bulma sent him a message. Telling him that she would gather a team to help with this purge. The planet was larger than normal, and since his time was better spent training, she'd help him and his team get this done in less than half the time, giving him more valuable training time.

`Landing in 5…4…3…2…1'

All three pods landed, making snow explode all around them.

At once, all three hatches hissed open and Nappa, Raditz and Vegeta crawled out and stretched the limbs.

“Prince Vegeta.” A deep monotoned voice called from above the small crater the pods had made. Vegeta, along with the other Saiyan's, head snapped up towards the voice.

Piccolo stood with his arms crossed. His cape billowing in the harsh cold wind.

The Prince flew out of the hole and landed in front of the large Namekian.

“I am Piccolo. I will be accompanying Bulma and her team with your mission.” He paid Nappa and Raditz little attention. He kept his glare on the flamed haired man.

Vegeta returned his icy glare, crossing his arms too. He smirked at him.

“You go by Piccolo? I thought you went by `The Demon King'.”

Piccolo flinched slightly at his old name. “Hmph… I haven't been called that in a long time. I have since given up my days of terrorizing innocent people ever since your master started the first intergalactic revolution.”

Vegeta grunted.

There was a long pause, both men continued their stare down. Vegeta couldn't help but think the large green man was sizing him up.

Piccolo finally spoke up. “If you will follow me, I will take you where Bulma is. She is about to debrief everybody about the planet's inhabitants.” Piccolo turned around and took to the air, not waiting for Vegeta and his men.

The three took to the air, following the green alien.

“He certainly doesn't seem friendly.” Raditz said playfully.

Nappa rolled his eyes.

Vegeta let out a dark chuckle. No the Namekian surely didn't seem to care for him. For the briefest moment, he wondered why.

They all touched down. Goku and the Woman were there, along with some new faces Vegeta weren't familiar with. In total Vegeta had ten people at his disposal.

They were all huddled around the Woman. She was in a heavy white winter jacket that was lined with fur a tight pair of black pants and some heavy duty snow shoes. Even in bulky clothes she was beautiful.

`DAMNIT!!!' he scolded himself. `Get your shit together stop staring at her ass Focus!'

Bulma looked around at her team, when her eyes made it to Vegeta she gave him a small smile. He of course looked back at her with a look of indifference and uncaring. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Now that everybody is here, I'll tell you about what we're up against.” She pulled out a small device the size and shape of a hockey puck and clicked a small button on the side. She held it out on her palm and as she did so a holographic image of a nasty looking beast appeared.

“This is a Naduke.” She motioned towards the image. The beast was hulking. It was covered in pure white fur with bright purple tufts of hair sprouting randomly out of its body. “As you can see it has a horn for a nose and has two sets of eyes. Be careful of the spike coming out of here,” she pointed to a barb that came out of it's wrist. It was at least half a yard long. “If you are stuck, scratched, poked or stabbed you will go into anaphylactic shock times 50. If by any chance any of you do, you will have ten minutes to inject yourself in the heart with a syringe with anti-poison.” Everyone except Vegeta and Piccolo cringed at that little tidbit. “Make sure you grab a syringe before you guys take off… Now, these things range from six feet to eight feet in height and averages 300 to 600 lbs. They have extremely sharp claws and can blend into the terrain easily. They are fast and very grumpy. From the research I've gathered their fur is thick and the only week spot they have is the head and neck area where their fur is less dense.”

She walked around, letting everyone study the image. “The planet large. I figure we all can break off into teams of two?” She looked to Vegeta. It was his mission after all, she didn't want to step on his toes, she probably had already done so.

The prince stalked up to where Bulma was. “We'll break up into teams of two… Woman you will come with me, you'll be eaten by one of those beasts with in seconds with your track record…. Everyone will meet back here before sun down. We finish what is left over first thing in the morning.”

Raditz made a bee line to a blue haired woman that looked somewhat like Bulma.

“Well hello there…. Wanna be my partner?” Radditz purred.

The woman smiled brightly at him. “Sure!! My name's Launch. What's yours?” She said dumbly, extending her hand to him.

Raditz grasped it and brought her hand to his lips and kissed. “My name's Raditz.” He said putting on a sexy grin.

Launch blushed and giggled at him.

“Uuuh… Raditz.” Bulma motioned for him to come over to her.

“I'll be right back.” He said to her, giving her hand one more peck and then sauntered over.

“Raditz, you may want to be careful with her…” Bulma said with a grimace.

“Who? That little thing over there?” He turned to her and gave her a little wave and snickered when she returned the wave and blushed.

“Ya, she, uh… she has split personalities… She may look and act sweet, but if she sneezes she'll kick the shit out of you… and when I say she'll kick the shit out of you, I mean she'll kick the shit out of you.”

Vegeta and Raditz looked at the seemingly innocent woman standing a few feet away from them. She was twirling her finger through her hair and was humming some sort of tune.

“What?” Raditz huffed. He looked to his Prince questionably and then back to Bulma.

Bulma rolled her eyes and rolled her jacket sleeve up, showing her upper bicep. There were two bullet holes that had since scarred. “This,” she pointed to the two scars. “This is what happened the last time her alter ego and I brawled. We were laughing having a good time, next thing I know she sneezes and starts a fight with me accusing me of stealing her boyfriend. She grabbed her oozy and squeezed off a few rounds. Thankfully I only got hit twice. I had to break both of her arms before she'd let off… so what I'm trying to get at, is if she does sneeze, pray that she'll point her anger and her oozy at the snow beasts and not you… k?”

Bulma tugged Vegeta by the arm and the two of them walked off, leaving Raditz standing there… rethinking his choice in his partner...

But then again he liked them feisty and dumb.

Piccolo chose Goku as his partner and the two of them had already taken off. Nappa somehow got paired up with a young Saiyan boy named Denta. He seemed excited to be Nappa's partner and was eager to see him in battle. The other two in Bulma's team took off too, leaving she and Vegeta to take care of the area they had landed in.

“Well, what first?” Bulma asked.

“You get back in the ship.” He said looking off into the distance.

“What? No.”

“I'll get this done faster without you harping at me. If you've forgotten, Woman, your track record of keeping out of trouble isn't the best. Now, do as I say and get back on the ship.” His rough voice demanded.

Bulma planted her hands on her hips and glared at him defiantly. She was going to help him whether he liked it or not.

“No.”

“No?”

“That's right, No.” She said keeping her expression even as he advanced on her.

“Woman, I swear if you get in my way-“

“Oh quit your bitching.” Bulma interrupted. “You're wasting time harping at me.” She said as she walked passed him and grabbed her gear from the ground, strapping on her pistols and backpack. She continued walking and smiled inwardly when the prince caught up with her.

She could practically taste the anger that was emanating off of him. The both of them stayed silent for over an hour. After his holiness stopped his silent temper tantrum he started tracking a pack of the giant snow beasts.

He walked ahead of her by a few feet. Bulma watched as he expertly stopped momentarily to sniff the air, closed his eyes to listen or squat down, picking up fists full of snow and tasting it.

It was lightly snowing and a light gust of wind would blow through the mountainous terrain every so often. Bulma checked her scouter, there was a storm cell that had a possible chance turning into a blizzard. She was hoping it would just blow through.

After another hour or two Vegeta halted and threw up his fist, signaling Bulma to stop and stay silent as they came to a ridge that led to a large canyon.

Ignoring Vegeta's silent order to stay put behind him, Bulma quietly hiked up to where Vegeta was hunkered down just at the lip of the ridge. He immediately shot her an annoyed glare when she squatted next to him. She ignored the silent but deadly look he was shooting over to her and peeked over the edge of the ridge.

At first she didn't know what he was looking at and what made him so uptight. All there was down in the canyon was a blanket of snow… moving snow… with purple. Her eyes bugged out when she realized it wasn't a blanket of moving snow. It was at least 10 to 15 of the snow beasts milling about the canyon floor.

Bulma moved back, looking at Vegeta.

“What do we do?”

Vegeta stayed silent for a moment. There is no way he could take on 15 of these things at once. Three or four, maybe…

“Woman, how good of a shot are you?” He said pointing to the rifle that was strapped to chest.”

“I'm damn pretty damn good.” She whispered.

Vegeta peered over the lip. The beasts where sniffing the air, sniffing him and woman no doubt. They were running out of time, before they would start venturing up where they were to find who or what was emitting the delectable smell of food.

“I'm going down there… I need you to stay here on high ground and cover me.” He said as he got up from his sitting position.

“That's suicide, Vegeta.” She hissed.

“Just do it, Woman.” He said through a clenched jaw. “Don't make me regret my choice in partner. And don't you dare come down there.” With that he stood up and ran down a pathway, quietly making his way down to canyon floor.

Bulma cursed under her breath as she ripped her back pack off and took out the scope to her rifle. She angrily snapped the scope into place and made sure she had plenty of rounds in the chamber. She then laid flat on her belly, extending the tripod to her gun and looked through the scope and waited for Vegeta to make the first move.

“Fucking crazy son of a bitch… got a death wish.” She mumbled as she readied herself. Her pointer finger hovering over the trigger.

Vegeta was stealthy as he kept himself hidden. He worked his way down to the canyon floor, to the edge of the pack so his back was to the canyon wall. The pack was spread out, making it easy to pick them off.

“HEY!” Hey hollered. Catching the attention of four of them. They turned towards their intruder, baring their pointed fangs at him.

“That's right, look at me you.” He said arrogantly. “Who wants it first?”

The beasts threw themselves at the Prince. Vegeta easily dodged their primitive attacks that consisted of throwing their large clawed hands and snarling and snapping at him.

He managed to kill two by sending ki blasts to their heads. The other two charged at him.

Two shots echoed through out the canyon. Immediately the two charging beasts dropped dead at Vegeta's feet.

“She is a good shot.” He mumbled, shooting a scowl up in the direction where Bulma was perched at.

Bulma had no time to comment on the scowl he shot her as the rest of the pack's attention was now on Vegeta and was now running full speed at him.

She picked them off, as did Vegeta, blasting them in the head before they could get to him.

Just as Bulma took a sigh of relief, her stomach dropped. The wall to the canyon shook violently and to her and Vegeta's horror, droves of snow beasts piled out of a large cave that both Vegeta and Bulma overlooked.

Bulma lost count at how many were coming out of the cave. She quickly collected her self, and started shooting at them, though it was getting harder and harder to target them. The light snow fall was starting to come down harder than before, and the wind was picking up as well.

In the chaos of the situation, one slipped past Vegeta's ki blast and come up behind him. It slashed him on the back with it's clawed hand.

The prince let out a scream in pain but mostly in anger that one had slipped under his watchful eye. Vegeta turned around and punched the beast in the chest, slamming it to the canyon wall. It recovered quickly and extended it's very long and very sharp barb out of it's furry arm.

He gave out a growl and it lunged for the prince, swiping at him with it's non-barbed arm.

Vegeta caught it mid swipe and was met with a painful sting in her lower abdomen. He looked down to see that the creature had stabbed him with the barb. Vegeta quickly snapped the barb off of the creatures arm, leaving it protruding out of his stomach and blasted a fatal blast to it's head.

Vegeta twirled around to see another wave of beasts heading towards him. If he didn't do something quick, he'd easily be overrun by the creatures and would be eaten alive.

“WOMAN!! TAKE COVER!!!” He screamed.

Not waiting to makes sure she did what she was told, Vegeta started gathering his engery.

Bulma watched in awe as she watched Vegeta's ki crackle around him like lightening. The blue engery pulsated around him until it turned a rich blue. His muscled bulged and coiled as he strained to keep his deadly ki controlled. The poison from the barb was already starting to take affect on him, he needed to complete the attack before he was completely taken by the animal's poison.

Vegeta took a large intake of air.

“GALLICK GUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He roared.

Bulma closed her eyes and took cover as Vegeta's controlled attack exploded from him. The beam of energy ripped through every single last one of the beasts. The smell of burnt flesh and hair saturated the air.

Bulma peeked over the lip of the ridge. There were dozens and dozens charred carcases littered about the canyon floor, some on fire, some smoking.

“VEGETA!?” She frantically searched for him. She couldn't find him. She huridly collected her things and raced down to where he was.

“Vegeta? Please answer me!” She screamed, hopping over burnt corpses of the beasts.

“Stop screeching, Woman.” His muffled voice said in an almost whisper. Bulma whipped around. She heard him, but couldn't see him.

“Where are you?”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement. As she slowly made her way over she gripped the pistols that where on her hips. She could have sworn she saw a very large snow beast, that looked dead, move from the place it was lying.

She gave out a startled yelp as it was all of the sudden propelled off of the ground, landing god knows where.

Vegeta staggered to a standing position.

“Those things smell.” He said, his features twisted in pain. “And weigh a lot.” He stumbled towards Bulma, only to drop to his knees as he clutched his stomach. Bulma ran to him, sinking down to her knees and looked down to where his hands where.

“You've been stabbed.”

“Wow, you're observant.” He sneered at her and grabbed the broken barb and yanked it out of his stomach.

Bulma ignored him and dug through her back pack and took out a mean a syringe with a mean looking needle.

Vegeta looked at it, his eyes went large for a moment. “What the fuck are you doing with that?”

She took the cap off and flicked the part with the medicine, clearing it of air bubbles and squeezed out some of the medicine.

“I need to inject you… in the heart.”

“Fuck that you crazy bitch.” He tried to pull himself up, but found that his legs had gone numb. He flopped ungracefully onto the ground next to Bulma.

“Ya well, this crazy bitch is gonna save your life.” She shoved him down into a laying position on the ground.

“If you think you are going to impale me in my heart with that, you are sorely mistaken, madam.” He growled weakly.

She shook her head at him and ripped the remaining piece of shirt off of his body. She noticed a blanket of sweat had formed over his body and he was extremely hot to the touch, which meant on top of the poison he had received from the barb, he also received an infection as well.

“Don't you dare.” He groaned. He hated this. He was weak. The poison had spread quickly, rendering his limbs useless. He felt as if his head was swimming in murky water and was finding it hard to focus.

“Or what, Vegeta? You'll kill me? Kind of hard when your whole body has gone numb. If I don't give this to you, you will die a slow agonizing death. Now shut up and take this like a man!”

He bared his k9's at her.

She raised the syringe in the air and drove the needle into his heart with pinpoint accuracy and pushed down on the plunger.

Vegeta exploded off of the ground into a standing position, his eyes dashing from side to side violently. The feeling to his limbs had come back but now felt that if he didn't start running full speed, he would explode. His chest heaved heavily as panted like a rabid dog.

“Whoa, Vegeta. Just sit still..” Bulma inched her way to him. “You still have the syringe in your heart. Let me take it out.”

He looked down. Sure enough it was sticking out of his chest.

“Ah!” He yelped in disbelief.

Bulma swiftly extracted it and tossed it away from them.

“I need you to sit down Vegeta. The effects you feel will wear off in a few seconds and then you are going to feel like shit.” She put her hands out to steady him.

As if on cue, Vegeta collapsed on to the charred ground.

“I thought you said the fucking shot would make me better. You lied to me, whore.” He spat out through clenched teeth.

Bulma counted to ten. Now was not the time to be angry with him. She would be angry with him later. She bent down and felt his forehead. He was scorching hot.

“The shot reversed the effects of the poison, but it has some nasty side affects, that and you have an infection.”

“I can't already have an infection, infections take time.” He cringed as pain shot through his stomach, making it feel as if someone was stabbing him with a white hot poker.

Bulma nodded her head. “Most of the time, yes, infections do take time. But not in this case…” She looked around. With all of the excitement she hadn't noticed that the wind had picked up considerably and the snow was now dumping large amounts onto the ground. “Damnit.” She cursed as she called Goku through her scouter.

All she got was static. The blizzard was making it impossible to contact anybody. For now, they were stranded, by themselves… in the middle of what looked to be the start of a nasty looking blizzard.

She looked back to the barely conscience Saiyan. This was going to be an interesting night.