Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Baby Sitter ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Fire Kitten 
Bulma quarrels with Vegeta, and meets Goku.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 803 | Status: Completed
Bulma quarrels with Vegeta, and meets Goku.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 803 | Status: Completed
A/N: Hi again. It’s been literally FOREVER since I last updated. Close to a year and a half actually. Quite embarrassing on my part sweat drops. Anyways I’m looking forward to updating this as much as possible before the new school year starts again. So, I hope everyone is looking forward to a few more chapters. I will get this story done even if it kills me.
BTW: I modified Chapter 3. Just some changes with the story, no biggie.
Thank You to the small handful of amazing readers who have reviewed, added me to their favorite story/authors list, and added me to their story/author alerts list.
Furthermore, I’d like to give you the addresses to the web site of the drawing that inspired me to write the story. I think I tried e-mailing the artist to praise and tell them about the motivation, but I’m not sure what happened with that.
If you have time, want a clearer picture of what I’m describing, or just for shits and giggles (and/or craps and chuckles, whichever saying you prefer) go check it out.
Web Site address: w w w (dot) angelfire (dot) com (slash) sk3 (slash) madveg (slash) galfart (dot) htm
Direct address to the drawing: w w w (dot) angelfire (dot) com (slash) sk3 (slash) madveg (slash) Exotic (dot) jpg
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Baby Sitter
There was movement and shuffling around, all of which wasn’t too careful. Blue eyes fluttered opened and blinked a couple of times to adjust them to the dim lighting, taking in her environment she slowly got up
Bulma was obviously in the Saiyans room, red walls giving that away. She was also obviously naked, with white sheets wrapped comfortably around, as well as being about exactly the last place she remembered laying on.
There was more shuffling as she turned around to look behind her.
It was the Saiyan. His back towards her, getting out of bed, putting his clothes on, and AWAKE!!
A sudden feeling of panic went through her as she realized that she had not woken up before he did in order to get as far away from him.
‘FUCK! What the hell an I going to do now?’ she thought, nervously biting her lip, knowing all too well that there was a painful punishment coming her way.
Vegeta turned to face the blue haired woman feeling her get up…and he could swear on his life that he had never seen eyes as big as hers were then. It was truly a sight to see.
Her tangled hair framing her face with a few strands out of place, swollen lips being bit down on, cheeks flushed, and those saucers for eyes.
He mockingly grinned and let out a low laugh recognizing that she was frightened at the situation she was in.
Last time she had left before Vegeta woke up. Being the somewhat paranoid being he was, he knew there was a reason for that and the dark male wasn’t about to let that happen again.
“What’s wrong, woman? Don’t tell me you’re scared of me?” he teased.
This was all Bulma needed to be brought out of the panic, apparently there wasn’t going to be any kind of punishment judging from the tone of his voice.
“I’m not scared of you.” She simply replied frowning while she hugged the sheets closer to her all the while turning her body towards him in a defense mechanism.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her, “Humph, could’ve fooled me.”
“Oh trust me, that wouldn’t have been hard.” Bulma quickly answered back with sparkle in her eye that ignited as she defiantly glared at him.
“What?” he menacingly asked, not believing she had the guts to answer back to the Saiyan King.
‘Shit. Can’t I for once just shut my big mouth?’ she thought to herself as she turned her head away from him.
“Nothing.” She once again answered quickly. It would be completely stupid to be mouthing off in unknown territory where the enemy clearly has the upper hand.
Vegeta observed her actions carefully finding them somewhat odd, yet familiar.
Pushing that thought aside he finished getting dressed and started making his way toward the door.
“Wait.”
The Saiyan prince stopped and arrogantly turned his head so that he could see her from the corners of his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked rudely.
Bulma wrapped the sheets more tightly around her as she stood up on the bed, walked across it, and jumped off so she could catch up and stand behind Vegeta.
“Well, what am I supposed to do while you’re away?” she innocently said, tilting her to the side looking angelic.
Seeing this, the young ruler turned around to face her. Hadn’t she been the one who had fucked his brains out, metaphorically speaking of course, a few hours ago? And there she was standing before him, batting her eye lashes like some sweet virginal saint. Clearly she was good with manipulation and trickery. He raised an eyebrow in annoyance. He had to be careful with this one.
“Whatever it is that your kind does.” the said gruffly turning around to start to head out again.
She frowned, “My kind? What exactly is that suppose to mean?” she sternly said more than asked, getting his attention once again stopping him dead on his tracks.
“Whatever you want it to mean. I don’t know what you dancers do, nor do I have any interest in knowing. You could jump off this ship for all I care.”
Bulma glared daggers at his back while she balled her fists next to her trying her hardest to not say anything she would regret later. Hell, she barely knew this man and he already had a way to push her buttons. However, she had to remain composed and calm if she wanted to pull this off.
Vegeta, on the other hand, would have already left but didn’t, feeling her ki flare with the sign of her rage. Instead he faced her again with a smirk that could rival the devil himself. Now he found her rather entertaining.
This time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him annoyingly.
“So…” she began slowly getting closer to him. “…you have absolutely no interest in knowing what us dancers do you say?”
“Did I stutter?”
One corner of her mouth turned up, giving him a wicked little smile.
“Pardon me King Vegeta.” Bulma teased, emphasizing the honorific title. “Correct me if I’m wrong but from what I remember you were quite interested in what my kind does a few hours ago.” She placed her fingers on his abdominal carefully to test out the effect it might cause.
Vegeta frowned suspiciously at her actions.
Seeing this, she placed her whole palm down and glided her hand up to his armor chest plate.
“Isn’t that right?” she continued as her fingers steadily made her way around him, tracing his collar bone, his shoulder, and his back till she reached his nape, stroking that area with small circles. She noticed that his eyes were intently glued on her.
Pressing herself to him, she got closer as she started to place butterfly kisses on his neck, making her way up.
“I am after all human and you are Saiyan. That’s quite a disadvantage for me you know? I had some trouble keeping up with you.” She whispered against his skin, feeding his ego. “You wouldn’t want me to fall behind and disappoint you, right?”
The Prince couldn’t help his tail from shuddering when she had reached his earlobe and nibbled it.
“You’re wasting my time. What do you want?” he asked impatiently, hiding the fact that he was enjoying her little actions.
The dancer stopped her teasing ministrations and backed away, giving him a serious look.
“Well, you’re just not going to leave me here to do nothing are you?”
“Yes.”
“Really? I’m a complete stranger, your Highness. I could snoop around while you’re gone.”
“There’s nothing in my room important enough to hide, the door will be locked so you can’t get out, and even if you could get out, which I highly doubt…”
Bulma frowned at that statement.
“…you wouldn’t last three steps before you’re caught by any one of my troops. So, yes, you will be left here with nothing to do and if you do get that insanely bored, make yourself useful and clean my room.”
“Dancers are trained. I need a place to practice.” she said a little harshly, getting straight to the point, clearly annoyed by everything he had to say.
“You dancers train?” he asked unbelievingly.
“Well, we weren’t born doing what we do.”
The dark male grinned mischievously, “Well, I would hope not.”
A little smile escaped her lips but she quickly collected herself as she glared at the Prince.
“Pervert.” she quietly said, still not knowing whether or not the Saiyan leader gets offended easily, thus being cautious.
He skeptically stared down at her as she looked right back up at him. Although she was presently wrapped in just his white sheets alone, un-shamefully completely naked, she still held some arrogance. It was well hidden and carefully masked, but it was there, a ‘better than thou’ aura.
‘Humph, rather impressive.’ He thought.
“Takes a pervert to know a pervert.” Vegeta commented back unfazed.
“Touché, but I didn’t hear any complains in your part.”
“Not yet.” he quickly countered.
“Yet?” she venomously asked, offended by his little remark.
“Well, I would have to return you to Freeza once I am good and bored with you.” He said while once again turning around heading towards the door. “You’re just borrowed property, don’t forget that.”
The blue haired genius shook with anger. Her hands, out of habit, balled up in a fist again.
‘Why you lousy, cocky son of a bitch.’ she thought
“I’ll send someone to baby-sit.” He said before he left, leaving one fuming young vixen behind.
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Arriving at the control room, Vegeta quickly looked around to see if everything was going as smooth as planned. Looking at every screen, panel, display, and the warriors controlling them, he made sure all was exceptionally the way he wanted it to be run.
The Prince hated wasting time.
He went over to Nappa.
“Did you rest well, sir?” asked the bald Saiyan when he felt Vegeta come up behind him.
“Well enough.” answered the Prince although in all actuality he had to admit that he was much more refreshed and less stressed out than what he thought he would be. Having met up with the blue haired female had done the job.
‘Nothing like a good fuck to get you through the day.’ Vegeta thought.
“So, did you find anything out?” he asked referring to Nappa’s Atlantica research as he scanned the screen that Nappa was using.
“Nothing that we don’t already know, but I’m sure there’s something in the Palace’s library.”
“Humph.” was all the widow-peaked man said as he left his right hand man’s side and went over to his seat.
His thoughts went over to her. There had been slaves in the past who have dared disobey and rebel against him and it was suffice to say that those were the last words they ever had a chance to voice out. However, this woman had a way to request from him so cleverly humbly that he had to question whether she was out of line or not. Were dancers even treated like slaves to begin with?
“Kakarrot.” he called out to his spiky haired soldier.
“Yeah, Vegeta.”
The Saiyan leader frowned at him.
“I mean…yes, sir?” Goku quickly corrected himself.
Vegeta made a head nod that told him to get closer.
“Go to my room and check up on the guest.” he said in a low voice, not wanting the rest of his troops knowing about the human female, although he was almost certain that most of them knew anyways.
“We have a guest?” the taller male asked curiously.
“Yes, Kakarrot.” he answered rolling his eyes. “Accompany her to the training room and don’t let her out of your sight. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” Goku said as he made his way out the control room.
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Bulma had put on the blue out fit that been laying on all areas of the floor. She had tried opening the door but it was no use. It, like how the Saiyan had assured her, was locked.
So she sat on the bed, her arms crossed against her chest, looking about the room to see if there was an alternate exit. One thing the Saiyan Prince was wrong about is her escaping. There was nothing she couldn’t figure out and get out of.
Back on Planet Frost she was always sneaking out of her room to roam through Freeza’s entire domain. Well, not all of it. She didn’t dare venture out to where the lizard frequently stayed or visited.
Nonetheless, the blue eyed woman would always favor snooping around the laboratories, libraries, infantry units, and weaponry bases.
Shuffling from the door brought her out of her thoughts. Quickly standing up she stood waiting for the intruder to make his way in, hoping he wasn’t as barbaric as the bald Saiyan and not as rude as the Prince himself. But realistically thinking, what were the chances of that, especially from this particular race?
A spiky haired Saiyan made his way in. He was taller than the Prince that was for sure and he wore the usual Saiyan-jin uniform.
But this soldier didn’t have the trademark frown or menacing scowl that all the other Saiyans seemed to attribute. His face was calm and his eyes were serene. This was throwing Bulma off as she curiously glared at him.
Goku looked at her up and down, recognizing her as the lead dancer at planet Frost.
‘Why is she on the ship?’ he thought to himself.
She seemed annoyed and skeptical of him, even though he was sure that he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Ready for what?” she asked right back.
“My orders are to accompany you to the training room.” Goku frankly told her.
He didn’t seem like any kind of threat, and he wasn’t bossing her or getting pushy with her. What the hell was the Prince trying to get at? Was this supposed to be some kind of trick?
“Um…” Bulma started, not sure what to make of this out of character Saiyan. “…no. I need to change out of this.” she motioned to her outfit.
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence that fell between them, but it didn’t last long as Goku scratched the back of his head in thought, his face illuminated with the sign of an idea before turning around to walk out the door. But he stopped and turned around to look at Bulma as she looked back at him with a look of utter confusion.
“Well, aren’t you coming?” he asked her, sounding as though he was expecting her to know what he was thinking.
“Coming where?” she tilted her head to one side in question.
“To get your stuff so you can change.”
“Oh, right.” she hurried up to catch up to him, the charms she was wearing jingling as she did so. If she was to choose between being stuck in that room or following the stranger, a friendly one at that, the later would be the more preferable choice.
Bulma felt comfortable enough to walk by him, unlike many of the rest who she preferred and was subject to following, glaring madly at the back of their heads.
“So, what brings you to travel with us, dancer?” asked the male next to her.
Was a Saiyan seriously trying to make some form of conversation with her?
Her eyes flew up to look at him, studying his profile.
“Don’t you know?”
“Not really.”
“I figured the Prince would tell you.”
“Nah, not Vegeta. He keeps most things to himself. He doesn’t like opening up.”
“That’s not surprising.”
He smiled, the act in itself shocking her. It wasn’t one of those lustful, mocking, or cruel smiles she was so used to seeing and more so receiving. His smile was genuine, so much so she was inquiring whether or not those kinds of smiles still existed.
“Yeah, tell me about it. I grew up with the guy and he still keeps things from me.” he explained.
“How come?”
“I guess we’ve grown apart a bit.”
“I see.”
“Yup. So, you haven’t answered the question.”
“What question?”
“What brings you here?”
Bulma scrunched her nose up, not really wanting to answer that, especially not answering it truthfully.
“I don’t really know.” she lied.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He let out a small laugh, “I don’t think you’re being honest with me.”
“How so?”
“Because of the face you made.” he reached over and playfully grabbed her nose.
“Hey.” she slapped his hand away. “Watch it.”
Goku laughed a little more. “You know that pretty much gave it away.”
They walked through the corridors of the ship, once again in silence.
She was very uncomfortable while he seemed perfectly alright with the strange moment. Furthermore, Bulma kept stealing glances from the corner of her eyes to him. This continued till they were almost close to the door where the little room she was held at laid behind.
“Why are you being nice?” she suddenly asked.
“Well, you don’t give me a reason not to be.”
“But you’re kind…Saiyans…you’re not nice beings. Everybody knows that.”
He scratched the back of his head as he thought about that.
“Wow, well that’s not a very good reputation we have then huh?”
Now this she couldn’t help but smile at, mimicking his contagious grin.
“See that didn’t hurt did it, dancer?”
“What didn’t?”
“Smile.”
She snickered, “No, I guess not, and it’s Bulma, not dancer.”
He held his hand out, “I’m Goku.”
Bulma took his hand and shook it, “Right, my baby-sitter.”
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A/N: So was the wait worth it? lol probably and possibly not, this chapter does seem to drag on. Anyways…comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections gladly accepted.
BTW: I modified Chapter 3. Just some changes with the story, no biggie.
Thank You to the small handful of amazing readers who have reviewed, added me to their favorite story/authors list, and added me to their story/author alerts list.
Furthermore, I’d like to give you the addresses to the web site of the drawing that inspired me to write the story. I think I tried e-mailing the artist to praise and tell them about the motivation, but I’m not sure what happened with that.
If you have time, want a clearer picture of what I’m describing, or just for shits and giggles (and/or craps and chuckles, whichever saying you prefer) go check it out.
Web Site address: w w w (dot) angelfire (dot) com (slash) sk3 (slash) madveg (slash) galfart (dot) htm
Direct address to the drawing: w w w (dot) angelfire (dot) com (slash) sk3 (slash) madveg (slash) Exotic (dot) jpg
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Baby Sitter
There was movement and shuffling around, all of which wasn’t too careful. Blue eyes fluttered opened and blinked a couple of times to adjust them to the dim lighting, taking in her environment she slowly got up
Bulma was obviously in the Saiyans room, red walls giving that away. She was also obviously naked, with white sheets wrapped comfortably around, as well as being about exactly the last place she remembered laying on.
There was more shuffling as she turned around to look behind her.
It was the Saiyan. His back towards her, getting out of bed, putting his clothes on, and AWAKE!!
A sudden feeling of panic went through her as she realized that she had not woken up before he did in order to get as far away from him.
‘FUCK! What the hell an I going to do now?’ she thought, nervously biting her lip, knowing all too well that there was a painful punishment coming her way.
Vegeta turned to face the blue haired woman feeling her get up…and he could swear on his life that he had never seen eyes as big as hers were then. It was truly a sight to see.
Her tangled hair framing her face with a few strands out of place, swollen lips being bit down on, cheeks flushed, and those saucers for eyes.
He mockingly grinned and let out a low laugh recognizing that she was frightened at the situation she was in.
Last time she had left before Vegeta woke up. Being the somewhat paranoid being he was, he knew there was a reason for that and the dark male wasn’t about to let that happen again.
“What’s wrong, woman? Don’t tell me you’re scared of me?” he teased.
This was all Bulma needed to be brought out of the panic, apparently there wasn’t going to be any kind of punishment judging from the tone of his voice.
“I’m not scared of you.” She simply replied frowning while she hugged the sheets closer to her all the while turning her body towards him in a defense mechanism.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her, “Humph, could’ve fooled me.”
“Oh trust me, that wouldn’t have been hard.” Bulma quickly answered back with sparkle in her eye that ignited as she defiantly glared at him.
“What?” he menacingly asked, not believing she had the guts to answer back to the Saiyan King.
‘Shit. Can’t I for once just shut my big mouth?’ she thought to herself as she turned her head away from him.
“Nothing.” She once again answered quickly. It would be completely stupid to be mouthing off in unknown territory where the enemy clearly has the upper hand.
Vegeta observed her actions carefully finding them somewhat odd, yet familiar.
Pushing that thought aside he finished getting dressed and started making his way toward the door.
“Wait.”
The Saiyan prince stopped and arrogantly turned his head so that he could see her from the corners of his eyes.
“What is it?” he asked rudely.
Bulma wrapped the sheets more tightly around her as she stood up on the bed, walked across it, and jumped off so she could catch up and stand behind Vegeta.
“Well, what am I supposed to do while you’re away?” she innocently said, tilting her to the side looking angelic.
Seeing this, the young ruler turned around to face her. Hadn’t she been the one who had fucked his brains out, metaphorically speaking of course, a few hours ago? And there she was standing before him, batting her eye lashes like some sweet virginal saint. Clearly she was good with manipulation and trickery. He raised an eyebrow in annoyance. He had to be careful with this one.
“Whatever it is that your kind does.” the said gruffly turning around to start to head out again.
She frowned, “My kind? What exactly is that suppose to mean?” she sternly said more than asked, getting his attention once again stopping him dead on his tracks.
“Whatever you want it to mean. I don’t know what you dancers do, nor do I have any interest in knowing. You could jump off this ship for all I care.”
Bulma glared daggers at his back while she balled her fists next to her trying her hardest to not say anything she would regret later. Hell, she barely knew this man and he already had a way to push her buttons. However, she had to remain composed and calm if she wanted to pull this off.
Vegeta, on the other hand, would have already left but didn’t, feeling her ki flare with the sign of her rage. Instead he faced her again with a smirk that could rival the devil himself. Now he found her rather entertaining.
This time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him annoyingly.
“So…” she began slowly getting closer to him. “…you have absolutely no interest in knowing what us dancers do you say?”
“Did I stutter?”
One corner of her mouth turned up, giving him a wicked little smile.
“Pardon me King Vegeta.” Bulma teased, emphasizing the honorific title. “Correct me if I’m wrong but from what I remember you were quite interested in what my kind does a few hours ago.” She placed her fingers on his abdominal carefully to test out the effect it might cause.
Vegeta frowned suspiciously at her actions.
Seeing this, she placed her whole palm down and glided her hand up to his armor chest plate.
“Isn’t that right?” she continued as her fingers steadily made her way around him, tracing his collar bone, his shoulder, and his back till she reached his nape, stroking that area with small circles. She noticed that his eyes were intently glued on her.
Pressing herself to him, she got closer as she started to place butterfly kisses on his neck, making her way up.
“I am after all human and you are Saiyan. That’s quite a disadvantage for me you know? I had some trouble keeping up with you.” She whispered against his skin, feeding his ego. “You wouldn’t want me to fall behind and disappoint you, right?”
The Prince couldn’t help his tail from shuddering when she had reached his earlobe and nibbled it.
“You’re wasting my time. What do you want?” he asked impatiently, hiding the fact that he was enjoying her little actions.
The dancer stopped her teasing ministrations and backed away, giving him a serious look.
“Well, you’re just not going to leave me here to do nothing are you?”
“Yes.”
“Really? I’m a complete stranger, your Highness. I could snoop around while you’re gone.”
“There’s nothing in my room important enough to hide, the door will be locked so you can’t get out, and even if you could get out, which I highly doubt…”
Bulma frowned at that statement.
“…you wouldn’t last three steps before you’re caught by any one of my troops. So, yes, you will be left here with nothing to do and if you do get that insanely bored, make yourself useful and clean my room.”
“Dancers are trained. I need a place to practice.” she said a little harshly, getting straight to the point, clearly annoyed by everything he had to say.
“You dancers train?” he asked unbelievingly.
“Well, we weren’t born doing what we do.”
The dark male grinned mischievously, “Well, I would hope not.”
A little smile escaped her lips but she quickly collected herself as she glared at the Prince.
“Pervert.” she quietly said, still not knowing whether or not the Saiyan leader gets offended easily, thus being cautious.
He skeptically stared down at her as she looked right back up at him. Although she was presently wrapped in just his white sheets alone, un-shamefully completely naked, she still held some arrogance. It was well hidden and carefully masked, but it was there, a ‘better than thou’ aura.
‘Humph, rather impressive.’ He thought.
“Takes a pervert to know a pervert.” Vegeta commented back unfazed.
“Touché, but I didn’t hear any complains in your part.”
“Not yet.” he quickly countered.
“Yet?” she venomously asked, offended by his little remark.
“Well, I would have to return you to Freeza once I am good and bored with you.” He said while once again turning around heading towards the door. “You’re just borrowed property, don’t forget that.”
The blue haired genius shook with anger. Her hands, out of habit, balled up in a fist again.
‘Why you lousy, cocky son of a bitch.’ she thought
“I’ll send someone to baby-sit.” He said before he left, leaving one fuming young vixen behind.
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Arriving at the control room, Vegeta quickly looked around to see if everything was going as smooth as planned. Looking at every screen, panel, display, and the warriors controlling them, he made sure all was exceptionally the way he wanted it to be run.
The Prince hated wasting time.
He went over to Nappa.
“Did you rest well, sir?” asked the bald Saiyan when he felt Vegeta come up behind him.
“Well enough.” answered the Prince although in all actuality he had to admit that he was much more refreshed and less stressed out than what he thought he would be. Having met up with the blue haired female had done the job.
‘Nothing like a good fuck to get you through the day.’ Vegeta thought.
“So, did you find anything out?” he asked referring to Nappa’s Atlantica research as he scanned the screen that Nappa was using.
“Nothing that we don’t already know, but I’m sure there’s something in the Palace’s library.”
“Humph.” was all the widow-peaked man said as he left his right hand man’s side and went over to his seat.
His thoughts went over to her. There had been slaves in the past who have dared disobey and rebel against him and it was suffice to say that those were the last words they ever had a chance to voice out. However, this woman had a way to request from him so cleverly humbly that he had to question whether she was out of line or not. Were dancers even treated like slaves to begin with?
“Kakarrot.” he called out to his spiky haired soldier.
“Yeah, Vegeta.”
The Saiyan leader frowned at him.
“I mean…yes, sir?” Goku quickly corrected himself.
Vegeta made a head nod that told him to get closer.
“Go to my room and check up on the guest.” he said in a low voice, not wanting the rest of his troops knowing about the human female, although he was almost certain that most of them knew anyways.
“We have a guest?” the taller male asked curiously.
“Yes, Kakarrot.” he answered rolling his eyes. “Accompany her to the training room and don’t let her out of your sight. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” Goku said as he made his way out the control room.
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Bulma had put on the blue out fit that been laying on all areas of the floor. She had tried opening the door but it was no use. It, like how the Saiyan had assured her, was locked.
So she sat on the bed, her arms crossed against her chest, looking about the room to see if there was an alternate exit. One thing the Saiyan Prince was wrong about is her escaping. There was nothing she couldn’t figure out and get out of.
Back on Planet Frost she was always sneaking out of her room to roam through Freeza’s entire domain. Well, not all of it. She didn’t dare venture out to where the lizard frequently stayed or visited.
Nonetheless, the blue eyed woman would always favor snooping around the laboratories, libraries, infantry units, and weaponry bases.
Shuffling from the door brought her out of her thoughts. Quickly standing up she stood waiting for the intruder to make his way in, hoping he wasn’t as barbaric as the bald Saiyan and not as rude as the Prince himself. But realistically thinking, what were the chances of that, especially from this particular race?
A spiky haired Saiyan made his way in. He was taller than the Prince that was for sure and he wore the usual Saiyan-jin uniform.
But this soldier didn’t have the trademark frown or menacing scowl that all the other Saiyans seemed to attribute. His face was calm and his eyes were serene. This was throwing Bulma off as she curiously glared at him.
Goku looked at her up and down, recognizing her as the lead dancer at planet Frost.
‘Why is she on the ship?’ he thought to himself.
She seemed annoyed and skeptical of him, even though he was sure that he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Ready for what?” she asked right back.
“My orders are to accompany you to the training room.” Goku frankly told her.
He didn’t seem like any kind of threat, and he wasn’t bossing her or getting pushy with her. What the hell was the Prince trying to get at? Was this supposed to be some kind of trick?
“Um…” Bulma started, not sure what to make of this out of character Saiyan. “…no. I need to change out of this.” she motioned to her outfit.
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence that fell between them, but it didn’t last long as Goku scratched the back of his head in thought, his face illuminated with the sign of an idea before turning around to walk out the door. But he stopped and turned around to look at Bulma as she looked back at him with a look of utter confusion.
“Well, aren’t you coming?” he asked her, sounding as though he was expecting her to know what he was thinking.
“Coming where?” she tilted her head to one side in question.
“To get your stuff so you can change.”
“Oh, right.” she hurried up to catch up to him, the charms she was wearing jingling as she did so. If she was to choose between being stuck in that room or following the stranger, a friendly one at that, the later would be the more preferable choice.
Bulma felt comfortable enough to walk by him, unlike many of the rest who she preferred and was subject to following, glaring madly at the back of their heads.
“So, what brings you to travel with us, dancer?” asked the male next to her.
Was a Saiyan seriously trying to make some form of conversation with her?
Her eyes flew up to look at him, studying his profile.
“Don’t you know?”
“Not really.”
“I figured the Prince would tell you.”
“Nah, not Vegeta. He keeps most things to himself. He doesn’t like opening up.”
“That’s not surprising.”
He smiled, the act in itself shocking her. It wasn’t one of those lustful, mocking, or cruel smiles she was so used to seeing and more so receiving. His smile was genuine, so much so she was inquiring whether or not those kinds of smiles still existed.
“Yeah, tell me about it. I grew up with the guy and he still keeps things from me.” he explained.
“How come?”
“I guess we’ve grown apart a bit.”
“I see.”
“Yup. So, you haven’t answered the question.”
“What question?”
“What brings you here?”
Bulma scrunched her nose up, not really wanting to answer that, especially not answering it truthfully.
“I don’t really know.” she lied.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He let out a small laugh, “I don’t think you’re being honest with me.”
“How so?”
“Because of the face you made.” he reached over and playfully grabbed her nose.
“Hey.” she slapped his hand away. “Watch it.”
Goku laughed a little more. “You know that pretty much gave it away.”
They walked through the corridors of the ship, once again in silence.
She was very uncomfortable while he seemed perfectly alright with the strange moment. Furthermore, Bulma kept stealing glances from the corner of her eyes to him. This continued till they were almost close to the door where the little room she was held at laid behind.
“Why are you being nice?” she suddenly asked.
“Well, you don’t give me a reason not to be.”
“But you’re kind…Saiyans…you’re not nice beings. Everybody knows that.”
He scratched the back of his head as he thought about that.
“Wow, well that’s not a very good reputation we have then huh?”
Now this she couldn’t help but smile at, mimicking his contagious grin.
“See that didn’t hurt did it, dancer?”
“What didn’t?”
“Smile.”
She snickered, “No, I guess not, and it’s Bulma, not dancer.”
He held his hand out, “I’m Goku.”
Bulma took his hand and shook it, “Right, my baby-sitter.”
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A/N: So was the wait worth it? lol probably and possibly not, this chapter does seem to drag on. Anyways…comments, questions, suggestions, or corrections gladly accepted.