Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Time Spent with Two Saiyans ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Fire Kitten 
The growing relationships between Bulma and two of our favorite Saiyans; Vegeta and Goku.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.16.2010 | Updated On: 05.16.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
The growing relationships between Bulma and two of our favorite Saiyans; Vegeta and Goku.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.16.2010 | Updated On: 05.16.2010 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 628 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Yes, yes. I know it’s been a hell of a long time since I last updated. But you wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through these past couple years. Needless to say, it’s been a trip to hell, and sadly, I’m still not out of hell lol. Hopefully the trip out will be a quick and easy one. Wish me luck.
Ok, I would just like to let everyone know that Science was my weakest subject in school. So, being said, I hope readers to this will cut me some slack.
This is a rather boring chapter and I do apologize for it, but nonetheless, Enjoy ^_^
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Time Spent with Two Saiyans
Bulma had entered into a routine in her short time of being in the ship.
The blue haired beauty spent all of her nights with the Saiyan prince. She would lie on his bed waiting till he arrived, and he would accordingly be right on time, not having her wait all that long.
She had taken to not wearing any of her dancing outfits and opted for little night gowns, lacy bras and panties, corsets, garter belts, and stockings. She mixed and matched trying to please the Prince hoping that the physical attraction and lust could turn into some form of love and/or obsession. She could only hope.
And the prince didn’t have any problem showing her just how lustful he was of her.
When he would come in he wouldn’t waste any time in devouring her as he crushed his lips onto hers and had his way with her. He never asked, never informed nor requested of her, he just took as though he had all the right to her and her body.
Once she hadn’t even been done getting dressed when he decided to practically assault her.
As Bulma was fastening the end of the garter belt to one black stocking, slightly bend over with one foot placed on a chair for a better reach, the prince had quietly entered the room. She had been in deep thought and must not have heard the door open nor shut and before she knew it she ‘yipped’ in surprise as a very firm hand held her hip as brought her closer to the area she was affecting him.
“FUCK!!” she yelled in pain as Vegeta’s other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward him till her back was against his chest and her head against the crook of his neck.
He let out a low chuckle into her ear making her bite her lip in anticipation.
“If you insist.” he whispered huskily into her ear.
The hand that had been on her hip left, replaced by a fuzzy appendage that held her in place as his hand started to travel up.
She squirmed a bit earning her a hair tug indicating for her to stop.
“Behave, woman.” he ordered, his breath tickling her neck.
Vegeta’s hand moved up her stomach and ribs till he cupped on breast making her inhale sharply. However, the black lacy bra she was wearing was in his way, but dark haired male quickly fixed that problem by ripping it from the front.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“No.” he answered and grinned against her neck, looking very much like what a mean little kid would looked like while he burned ants with a magnifying lens using the sun’s rays. Although killing poor defenseless creatures wasn’t required, it didn’t stop the fact that it was fun.
The Prince continued as he now much more freely played with her, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned as he breathe in her scent, both indicating her arousal.
His hand traveled right back down, pushing the matching black panties so he could carefully bury his fingers where the source of the alluring smell came.
He made small circles on her nub, varying in speed and pressure, igniting little pants and groans from her. He didn’t stop till he felt that she was slick as he let one finger slip in, Bulma gasping from the act.
It didn’t last long as Vegeta, not to softly, let go of her blue locks and pushed her upper body down having her support herself against the back of the chair.
He lowered the bottom of his spandex suit and, much like her top, tore her panties of with one quick turn of his wrist, his tail dancing behind him
Blue hair whipped around as Bulma turned around to look over her shoulder at him frowning at him not happy with her garment now lying shredded on the floor.
Shrugging his shoulders he gave her one wicked grin, she raising her eyebrow and rolling her eyes at him.
He ran his hand up her back and then right back down her spine, the ink markings once again getting his attention for a mere second.
Feeling this, the blue eyed vixen widened her legs apart, got on her tippy-toes, and arched her back so that her behind would stick out bringing his mind back to where it started.
Furthermore, it was. His hands held her hips but ventured out to caress her cheeks, giving her rear a good squeeze before he spread them apart. Deciding to taunt her for just a bit longer, he placed his head right at her entry, slowly entering her, but then pulling away.
“You teasing coward, just take me.” she whispered to herself.
However, his Saiyan ears heard that clearly and that was all he needed before penetrating her with one quick thrust, having her yell out loud as he did so.
The encounter was still fresh on Bulma’s mind. The Saiyan prince knew very well how to keep matters between the sheets, or out of the sheets for that matter, interesting.
On the other hand, there were a couple times when he came back to the room with one of the most frustrated and sour faces she had ever seen. So much so that it darkened the Prince’s features all the more, making the young male look much older than what he really was.
During these times all he did was sit down on his bed, seemingly a million thoughts going through his head, and Bulma wasn’t about to let those opportunities slip by.
She would silently go to him and start massaging his tense shoulders. At first he would tense up all the more, but once feeling how soothing it was, he would let her continue.
So moving around him so she could sit on his lap she would play with his hair, trying to calm him and relax him.
“What’s wrong?” she lightly asked, trying to get into his mind.
If she could get him to talk in his pensive state, he could reveal things that could be of much use to her. Anything, no matter how small, could be the difference between whether or not she could bring Freeza victory over the ape race, thus meaning it could be the difference between her gaining her freedom back.
However, so far her two attempts have been futile.
The prince wasn’t a trusting person. The blue haired beauty could be a spy for Freeza for all Vegeta knew, and even if he did trust her, he didn’t think she had the brains to understand the gravity of Vegeta-sei’s condition.
He would just give her an ‘I don’t think your small little mind could comprehend anything I would tell you’ look.
To Bulma, that was just about the most insulting look anyone had ever given her, but she would brush them away knowing full well that the dark Prince didn’t have a clue to how much knowledge she had to such things. She was going to be CEO of Capsule Corp. for Kami sakes! With how well her company’s technology was distributed, she might as well have ruled earth.
None the less, if she wasn’t going to win him over with sweet and quiet listening, she was going to win him through primal, carnal need.
So, she straddled him, instigating the only thing that they could both agree on.
Nonetheless, during the day, she would spend her time with Goku.
She didn’t think that Vegeta would actually grant her request to train. But perhaps it was just that he didn’t trust her to be alone for a long period of time; sending her someone to look out for her proved just that.
Also, he didn’t just send anyone to keep her ‘company’. He had send someone who was uncharacteristically very un-Saiyan. What that meant exactly, she didn’t quite know.
Goku wasn’t at all the threatening, ego-driven, temperamental, proud stereo typed Saiyan. He was goofy, sweet, approachable, and Bulma couldn’t help but start having a warm soft spot for him.
She even found herself looking forward hanging out with the happy-go-lucky spiky haired male. With him she felt like he brought out the goofy side in her, but at the same time she felt like was loosing a couple hundred brain cells with some of the conversations they had no matter how ‘meant well’ they were.
It was the same everyday. Goku would come by Vegeta’s room to pick her up.
Bulma had moved her bag to the Prince’s room, finding a little corner to place her belongings at. Vegeta didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he seemingly didn’t care.
So she was always ready by the time Goku came by.
He would then escort her to the last floor where the training room was located, and the place was rather big considering that it was on just a ship.
They had all sorts of weights, pull up bars, some weapons (since Saiyans favored hand on hand battle), fighting mats, and Bulma’s favorite… the trampoline.
Goku had even taken to training with her although it really wasn’t training for him as much as just passing time.
Today she was hanging upside down on one of the bars as she did some pull ups to work on her abs. She had already done a few sets of twenty reps and was finishing up her fifth so it was needless to say the blue haired earthling had already worked up a sweat.
“So what’s the point of this?” Goku asked as he watched her.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m working out.” she responded as strained some to pull her upper body up, finishing her last set.
“Oh.”
She took a hold of the rail and flipped forward, landing effortlessly on the ground.
“Well, how else do you expect me to keep this hard?” she asked him while she patted her stomach showing him the lean muscles there. “I had to work hard for this you know.”
The spiky haired Saiyan just scratched the back of his head at her comment, puzzlement evident in his features.
“Well, didn’t really think you have to work at that.” he got up and pulled his shirt up, showing her his flawless eight pack abs. “I figured we were all just born like this.”
Bulma made his way toward him as she rolled her eyes.
“Ok, now you’re just showing off, Mister.”
She lightly punched his abs, testing to see just how hard they were.
“Hmm, not bad, I’m impressed. But don’t you think it’s more like just Saiyan’s are born like this?” she asked as she looked up at him.
“Beats me.”
“You’re absolutely no help, you know that right?”
He gave her a big ‘child-like’ grin. “Sorry. I just remember always being like this, even as a kid.”
“Really? So I bet it has to do with the fact that your race is raised to battle, huh?”
“Yeah, I believe so.” he pulled his shirt down.
“Well, what else could it be? Unless the Saiyan metabolism is sky rocketing, I don’t see any other main reason why you guys are born amazingly fit.”
Goku stayed silent as he pondered along with her to the anatomy of Saiyans.
Bulma just pushed that thought aside as she turned around and made her way to the trampoline.
“You know Goku...” she started as she jumped and back flipped in the air. “…it wouldn’t hurt you to know something about your species.”
“Hmm, never thought about it.” he said a little too distracted, his tail swooshing back and forth on his left side.
Bulma took note of his distraction as she jumped to do the same back flip but this time twirling in the air as she did so.
“Seriously? Or maybe you just don’t care enough to know?” she continued her curious interrogation.
“I guess not.” he unintentionally brushed off the question.
The female frowned down at the male whose mind seemed to have wandered off somewhere else.
What could he be thinking about that had him like this?
In her short time of being on the ship and under the company of Goku, she had never seen him as distracted and pensive as what he seemed now. Hell, she didn’t even think that this kind of state was possible for him. It worried her.
However, Goku was a simple man so she didn’t feel the need to beat around the bush with him. If she simply just asked she was sure she’d get an answer.
“Goku, what’s wrong?” she sweetly asked as she stopped jumping.
“Huh? What do you mean?” he asked back, genuinely puzzled by her question.
She made her way to him and sat right next to Goku.
“Well, you just don’t seem yourself today. You seem… distracted.”
The kind Saiyan laughed nervously, “Do I?”
Bulma couldn’t help but shake her head at this. He can really act like such a child sometimes.
“Yes, you do. What’s on your mind you big goofball?” she asked as she reached over and messed up his already unruly hair.
He sheepishly smiled at the playful action, “Oh, nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“You promise?”
Goku looked over at her, knowing he was trapped. He was too honest of a person to lie or break any kind of promise.
“Go-ku.” Bulma said in a sing tone voice.
“Agh! You caught me. There IS something wrong.” he confessed all too easily.
“Uh huh, just as I thought. Now how about telling your good buddy Bulma what’s on your mind.”
“Gee, Bulma, I don’t know…” he said turning away from her gaze.
“Goku… look at me.”
He complied.
“What’s the worst that could happen? You know talking will make you feel better.”
“Yeah, but…”
“You don’t think I’m a spy, right?”
“Oh, no. I would never think that of you.” the tall male Saiyan answered a little too quickly making Bulma let out a giggle.
“Well, then spill.”
Goku paused for a minute, seemingly trying to organize his thoughts.
“I’m kinda… worried… about… Vegeta…” he started.
“Vegeta? How so?”
“Well, not just him. It’s just this purge.
“Atlantica? Is that where we’re heading to now?
“No, we’re going back to Vegeta-sei to pick up some things we need.”
Bulma furrowed her eye brows in thought.
“So I’m guessing that you guys need to pick up some air supply?” she asked him.
Goku cocked his head to the side, “Yeah, how’d you know?”
On her journeys to Freeza’s library, she had taken a few books back to her room to read. At first it had started out with simple children’s book that taught her how to read, write, and speak the Frost language, among other languages that she thought were interesting.
It was confusing at first, but after a while she had a fair reading flow. Good thing she had a peculiar talent in the linguistic arts.
She later moved on to reading some science and history books. The blue haired scientist couldn’t find any literature, but that didn’t disappoint her at all seeing as that was her weakest subject.
While on one of her night scavengers she had come across an Atlantica book. This of course had caught her eye.
In earth there were legends about the sunken city of Atlantis, and as she skimmed through the rough pages she couldn’t help but wonder if the lost city was actually a planet that somebody had visited and had renamed and retold as a place located in her home planet.
‘Curious.’ She thought as she shut the leather bound volume and hugged it close to her chest.
However she was brought out of thought with the feeling of someone’s eyes glued on her.
“Well…” she started as she looked over at Goku “…it’s really easy to figure out. I’m pretty sure plenty of beings have heard about the water planet of Atlantica, right?”
Goku blinked in puzzlement, “Yeah, I guess.”
“And you’re race is land and air based, so anything under water would be a weakness, especially considering that your bodies are made to breath in elements of lower densities, and that’s just putting it in simple terms. I’m quite certain that there are more factors involved, but all in all your bodies could only hold their breaths for so long.”
The tall male continued blinking at her. “How do you know about that?”
“Goku, who doesn’t know that?”
“Oh, well I guess everyone, huh?”
Bulma just nodded her head at him and then asked, “So what exactly about this purge are you and Vegeta worried about?”
He burrowed his eyebrows in thought, “Well, I just don’t like doing them. I sit aside and try not to get involved. I don’t want to have any part in that. But Vegeta…I’m not exactly sure what he’s worried about. He has a lot on his mind, you know, with ruling Vegeta-sei and making sure Freeza doesn’t destroy it.”
“Is Freeza really capable of doing that?” she asked, although knowing full well that the Cold leader is indeed worried about the increasing power of the Saiyan race.
“Yeah.” Goku simply answered.
Bulma observed him for a little while. Goku, one of the only beings she’s ever met that was a true ‘pure heart’. She was still baffled at how different he was from everyone else in the ship. She had only known him for a short time and she can already tell that he would help anyone at a drop of a dime.
“You’ve known Vegeta since you were young right?”
“Yeah.”
“Does he ever talk to you about his problems?” she inquired, hoping to get any information, any at all.
“No, not really. He closed himself ever since he had to rule. We don’t ever have time to talk and when we do it’s all about things that he needs me to get done. ”
Bulma’s heart really went out to Goku. Poor thing seemed to be handling all the qualms of his nation along with his leader, and seemed to be losing his friendship due to it as well.
“Did you ever think about helping Vegeta out other that following his every order and not getting in his way?” she asked trying to help her new found friend.
His furrowed his eyebrows, “How so?”
“Hell, I don’t know Goku. Suggest something to him. What would you do if you were the ruler of Vegeta-sei?”
“But I’m not.”
Bulma lightly smacked her forehead at the lack of his comprehension. “Goku, stick with me here. What would you say is a Saiyan weakness toward this purge and how would you fix and or improve upon that?”
Goku was silent for a while, thinking real hard about it. The man seemed he was coming on to something. His eyes brightened with the sign of an epiphany as he turned to look at his blue haired companion again.
“Well…” he started as Bulma waited patiently for his idea. “…I can’t think of anything, B.” he said scratching the back of his head, his idea quickly lost, leaving Bulma exasperated and unbelieving.
“Kami, Goku!” she exclaimed.
He gave a laugh as he shrugged his shoulders at her.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” she told him as she placed her elbows on her legs so she can place chin along her fists, getting into a pensive matter.
Her blue eyes looked straight in front of her, slightly narrowing her eyes her eyes. She was going to hate to do this, be she was going to have to use Goku. Bulma knew she was supposed to help weaken the Saiyan race through weakening the ruler, but it wouldn’t hurt to know about all the weaponry, strategies, and technology they have. Maybe that had something to do with their increasing strength. If she could find a loop-hole or weakness within that and present that to the disgusting Cold leader, her mission would be accomplished and her freedom obtained.
Vegeta didn’t seem to be falling for her in any way or form and she doubt that the Saiyan King was capable of love or any form of affection. Furthermore, if his feelings other than lust for her weren’t going blossom, she would have to find another way to weaken him and his people.
Her blue eyes darted over to her friendly companion.
“I could help you.” she suggested as she turned to face him.
Goku blinked confused at her, “How?”
“Do you trust me?” she asked, hoping that he could put some faith in someone he just met.
“Yes.” the tall male answered all too easily, making Bulma’s heart twinge with guilt.
She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. “Ok, if you really want me to help you help Vegeta…” she started, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “…we are going to need more information.”
“Information on what?”
“To begin with, Atlantica. I only know a handful of things about the place and that’s not going to help. I’m most certain that Vegeta knows the location, the route, and the time it will take to get there, so that won’t be a problem. I’m not sure that he knows what kind of power these beings have, but whether he does or not we are going to investigate that as well. Along with the any information on the technological capacities, rulers, and way of living of the beings of Atlantica. Maybe compare them to you Saiyans. Are you following me?” she looked over at Goku to see if he was paying any attention and more importantly if he was understanding what she was advising him.
He just looked at her, waiting on her to say more, as his tail lightly and playfully danced behind him.
“Goku, we are going to have to get into this ship’s mainframe or control center. Does this ship have something of the sort?
The spiky haired male nodded his head.
Bulma continued, “And we might have to trip some wires on the cameras with footage of a couple days prior so Vegeta or the security won’t get suspicious of our actions. Well, that is, if you want. You could just ask permission and take me along with you telling them something along the lines of how you can’t leave me off your sight.”
Her cerulean eyes looked at him, “Are you sure you’re understanding, Goku?” she asked unsure if he was.
“Yeah. We pretty much need to get into the room with all the computers. Right?”
“Well, yes.”
Goku gave her a big grin. “Well, what are we waiting for?” he asked as he took a hold of her wrist. “Let’s go.” He said as he guided her out the training room.
“Wait!” Bulma exclaimed as the stronger being practically dragged her behind him. “I didn’t mean now, Goku. You are going to get both you and me into trouble.”
His tail just continued dancing behind him.
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A/N: So what you think? Just a taste on the relationship Bulma is having with two very different Saiyans.
Ok, I would just like to let everyone know that Science was my weakest subject in school. So, being said, I hope readers to this will cut me some slack.
This is a rather boring chapter and I do apologize for it, but nonetheless, Enjoy ^_^
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Time Spent with Two Saiyans
Bulma had entered into a routine in her short time of being in the ship.
The blue haired beauty spent all of her nights with the Saiyan prince. She would lie on his bed waiting till he arrived, and he would accordingly be right on time, not having her wait all that long.
She had taken to not wearing any of her dancing outfits and opted for little night gowns, lacy bras and panties, corsets, garter belts, and stockings. She mixed and matched trying to please the Prince hoping that the physical attraction and lust could turn into some form of love and/or obsession. She could only hope.
And the prince didn’t have any problem showing her just how lustful he was of her.
When he would come in he wouldn’t waste any time in devouring her as he crushed his lips onto hers and had his way with her. He never asked, never informed nor requested of her, he just took as though he had all the right to her and her body.
Once she hadn’t even been done getting dressed when he decided to practically assault her.
As Bulma was fastening the end of the garter belt to one black stocking, slightly bend over with one foot placed on a chair for a better reach, the prince had quietly entered the room. She had been in deep thought and must not have heard the door open nor shut and before she knew it she ‘yipped’ in surprise as a very firm hand held her hip as brought her closer to the area she was affecting him.
“FUCK!!” she yelled in pain as Vegeta’s other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her toward him till her back was against his chest and her head against the crook of his neck.
He let out a low chuckle into her ear making her bite her lip in anticipation.
“If you insist.” he whispered huskily into her ear.
The hand that had been on her hip left, replaced by a fuzzy appendage that held her in place as his hand started to travel up.
She squirmed a bit earning her a hair tug indicating for her to stop.
“Behave, woman.” he ordered, his breath tickling her neck.
Vegeta’s hand moved up her stomach and ribs till he cupped on breast making her inhale sharply. However, the black lacy bra she was wearing was in his way, but dark haired male quickly fixed that problem by ripping it from the front.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“No.” he answered and grinned against her neck, looking very much like what a mean little kid would looked like while he burned ants with a magnifying lens using the sun’s rays. Although killing poor defenseless creatures wasn’t required, it didn’t stop the fact that it was fun.
The Prince continued as he now much more freely played with her, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned as he breathe in her scent, both indicating her arousal.
His hand traveled right back down, pushing the matching black panties so he could carefully bury his fingers where the source of the alluring smell came.
He made small circles on her nub, varying in speed and pressure, igniting little pants and groans from her. He didn’t stop till he felt that she was slick as he let one finger slip in, Bulma gasping from the act.
It didn’t last long as Vegeta, not to softly, let go of her blue locks and pushed her upper body down having her support herself against the back of the chair.
He lowered the bottom of his spandex suit and, much like her top, tore her panties of with one quick turn of his wrist, his tail dancing behind him
Blue hair whipped around as Bulma turned around to look over her shoulder at him frowning at him not happy with her garment now lying shredded on the floor.
Shrugging his shoulders he gave her one wicked grin, she raising her eyebrow and rolling her eyes at him.
He ran his hand up her back and then right back down her spine, the ink markings once again getting his attention for a mere second.
Feeling this, the blue eyed vixen widened her legs apart, got on her tippy-toes, and arched her back so that her behind would stick out bringing his mind back to where it started.
Furthermore, it was. His hands held her hips but ventured out to caress her cheeks, giving her rear a good squeeze before he spread them apart. Deciding to taunt her for just a bit longer, he placed his head right at her entry, slowly entering her, but then pulling away.
“You teasing coward, just take me.” she whispered to herself.
However, his Saiyan ears heard that clearly and that was all he needed before penetrating her with one quick thrust, having her yell out loud as he did so.
The encounter was still fresh on Bulma’s mind. The Saiyan prince knew very well how to keep matters between the sheets, or out of the sheets for that matter, interesting.
On the other hand, there were a couple times when he came back to the room with one of the most frustrated and sour faces she had ever seen. So much so that it darkened the Prince’s features all the more, making the young male look much older than what he really was.
During these times all he did was sit down on his bed, seemingly a million thoughts going through his head, and Bulma wasn’t about to let those opportunities slip by.
She would silently go to him and start massaging his tense shoulders. At first he would tense up all the more, but once feeling how soothing it was, he would let her continue.
So moving around him so she could sit on his lap she would play with his hair, trying to calm him and relax him.
“What’s wrong?” she lightly asked, trying to get into his mind.
If she could get him to talk in his pensive state, he could reveal things that could be of much use to her. Anything, no matter how small, could be the difference between whether or not she could bring Freeza victory over the ape race, thus meaning it could be the difference between her gaining her freedom back.
However, so far her two attempts have been futile.
The prince wasn’t a trusting person. The blue haired beauty could be a spy for Freeza for all Vegeta knew, and even if he did trust her, he didn’t think she had the brains to understand the gravity of Vegeta-sei’s condition.
He would just give her an ‘I don’t think your small little mind could comprehend anything I would tell you’ look.
To Bulma, that was just about the most insulting look anyone had ever given her, but she would brush them away knowing full well that the dark Prince didn’t have a clue to how much knowledge she had to such things. She was going to be CEO of Capsule Corp. for Kami sakes! With how well her company’s technology was distributed, she might as well have ruled earth.
None the less, if she wasn’t going to win him over with sweet and quiet listening, she was going to win him through primal, carnal need.
So, she straddled him, instigating the only thing that they could both agree on.
Nonetheless, during the day, she would spend her time with Goku.
She didn’t think that Vegeta would actually grant her request to train. But perhaps it was just that he didn’t trust her to be alone for a long period of time; sending her someone to look out for her proved just that.
Also, he didn’t just send anyone to keep her ‘company’. He had send someone who was uncharacteristically very un-Saiyan. What that meant exactly, she didn’t quite know.
Goku wasn’t at all the threatening, ego-driven, temperamental, proud stereo typed Saiyan. He was goofy, sweet, approachable, and Bulma couldn’t help but start having a warm soft spot for him.
She even found herself looking forward hanging out with the happy-go-lucky spiky haired male. With him she felt like he brought out the goofy side in her, but at the same time she felt like was loosing a couple hundred brain cells with some of the conversations they had no matter how ‘meant well’ they were.
It was the same everyday. Goku would come by Vegeta’s room to pick her up.
Bulma had moved her bag to the Prince’s room, finding a little corner to place her belongings at. Vegeta didn’t seem to notice, and if he did, he seemingly didn’t care.
So she was always ready by the time Goku came by.
He would then escort her to the last floor where the training room was located, and the place was rather big considering that it was on just a ship.
They had all sorts of weights, pull up bars, some weapons (since Saiyans favored hand on hand battle), fighting mats, and Bulma’s favorite… the trampoline.
Goku had even taken to training with her although it really wasn’t training for him as much as just passing time.
Today she was hanging upside down on one of the bars as she did some pull ups to work on her abs. She had already done a few sets of twenty reps and was finishing up her fifth so it was needless to say the blue haired earthling had already worked up a sweat.
“So what’s the point of this?” Goku asked as he watched her.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m working out.” she responded as strained some to pull her upper body up, finishing her last set.
“Oh.”
She took a hold of the rail and flipped forward, landing effortlessly on the ground.
“Well, how else do you expect me to keep this hard?” she asked him while she patted her stomach showing him the lean muscles there. “I had to work hard for this you know.”
The spiky haired Saiyan just scratched the back of his head at her comment, puzzlement evident in his features.
“Well, didn’t really think you have to work at that.” he got up and pulled his shirt up, showing her his flawless eight pack abs. “I figured we were all just born like this.”
Bulma made his way toward him as she rolled her eyes.
“Ok, now you’re just showing off, Mister.”
She lightly punched his abs, testing to see just how hard they were.
“Hmm, not bad, I’m impressed. But don’t you think it’s more like just Saiyan’s are born like this?” she asked as she looked up at him.
“Beats me.”
“You’re absolutely no help, you know that right?”
He gave her a big ‘child-like’ grin. “Sorry. I just remember always being like this, even as a kid.”
“Really? So I bet it has to do with the fact that your race is raised to battle, huh?”
“Yeah, I believe so.” he pulled his shirt down.
“Well, what else could it be? Unless the Saiyan metabolism is sky rocketing, I don’t see any other main reason why you guys are born amazingly fit.”
Goku stayed silent as he pondered along with her to the anatomy of Saiyans.
Bulma just pushed that thought aside as she turned around and made her way to the trampoline.
“You know Goku...” she started as she jumped and back flipped in the air. “…it wouldn’t hurt you to know something about your species.”
“Hmm, never thought about it.” he said a little too distracted, his tail swooshing back and forth on his left side.
Bulma took note of his distraction as she jumped to do the same back flip but this time twirling in the air as she did so.
“Seriously? Or maybe you just don’t care enough to know?” she continued her curious interrogation.
“I guess not.” he unintentionally brushed off the question.
The female frowned down at the male whose mind seemed to have wandered off somewhere else.
What could he be thinking about that had him like this?
In her short time of being on the ship and under the company of Goku, she had never seen him as distracted and pensive as what he seemed now. Hell, she didn’t even think that this kind of state was possible for him. It worried her.
However, Goku was a simple man so she didn’t feel the need to beat around the bush with him. If she simply just asked she was sure she’d get an answer.
“Goku, what’s wrong?” she sweetly asked as she stopped jumping.
“Huh? What do you mean?” he asked back, genuinely puzzled by her question.
She made her way to him and sat right next to Goku.
“Well, you just don’t seem yourself today. You seem… distracted.”
The kind Saiyan laughed nervously, “Do I?”
Bulma couldn’t help but shake her head at this. He can really act like such a child sometimes.
“Yes, you do. What’s on your mind you big goofball?” she asked as she reached over and messed up his already unruly hair.
He sheepishly smiled at the playful action, “Oh, nothing.”
“Really?”
“Yup.”
“You promise?”
Goku looked over at her, knowing he was trapped. He was too honest of a person to lie or break any kind of promise.
“Go-ku.” Bulma said in a sing tone voice.
“Agh! You caught me. There IS something wrong.” he confessed all too easily.
“Uh huh, just as I thought. Now how about telling your good buddy Bulma what’s on your mind.”
“Gee, Bulma, I don’t know…” he said turning away from her gaze.
“Goku… look at me.”
He complied.
“What’s the worst that could happen? You know talking will make you feel better.”
“Yeah, but…”
“You don’t think I’m a spy, right?”
“Oh, no. I would never think that of you.” the tall male Saiyan answered a little too quickly making Bulma let out a giggle.
“Well, then spill.”
Goku paused for a minute, seemingly trying to organize his thoughts.
“I’m kinda… worried… about… Vegeta…” he started.
“Vegeta? How so?”
“Well, not just him. It’s just this purge.
“Atlantica? Is that where we’re heading to now?
“No, we’re going back to Vegeta-sei to pick up some things we need.”
Bulma furrowed her eye brows in thought.
“So I’m guessing that you guys need to pick up some air supply?” she asked him.
Goku cocked his head to the side, “Yeah, how’d you know?”
On her journeys to Freeza’s library, she had taken a few books back to her room to read. At first it had started out with simple children’s book that taught her how to read, write, and speak the Frost language, among other languages that she thought were interesting.
It was confusing at first, but after a while she had a fair reading flow. Good thing she had a peculiar talent in the linguistic arts.
She later moved on to reading some science and history books. The blue haired scientist couldn’t find any literature, but that didn’t disappoint her at all seeing as that was her weakest subject.
While on one of her night scavengers she had come across an Atlantica book. This of course had caught her eye.
In earth there were legends about the sunken city of Atlantis, and as she skimmed through the rough pages she couldn’t help but wonder if the lost city was actually a planet that somebody had visited and had renamed and retold as a place located in her home planet.
‘Curious.’ She thought as she shut the leather bound volume and hugged it close to her chest.
However she was brought out of thought with the feeling of someone’s eyes glued on her.
“Well…” she started as she looked over at Goku “…it’s really easy to figure out. I’m pretty sure plenty of beings have heard about the water planet of Atlantica, right?”
Goku blinked in puzzlement, “Yeah, I guess.”
“And you’re race is land and air based, so anything under water would be a weakness, especially considering that your bodies are made to breath in elements of lower densities, and that’s just putting it in simple terms. I’m quite certain that there are more factors involved, but all in all your bodies could only hold their breaths for so long.”
The tall male continued blinking at her. “How do you know about that?”
“Goku, who doesn’t know that?”
“Oh, well I guess everyone, huh?”
Bulma just nodded her head at him and then asked, “So what exactly about this purge are you and Vegeta worried about?”
He burrowed his eyebrows in thought, “Well, I just don’t like doing them. I sit aside and try not to get involved. I don’t want to have any part in that. But Vegeta…I’m not exactly sure what he’s worried about. He has a lot on his mind, you know, with ruling Vegeta-sei and making sure Freeza doesn’t destroy it.”
“Is Freeza really capable of doing that?” she asked, although knowing full well that the Cold leader is indeed worried about the increasing power of the Saiyan race.
“Yeah.” Goku simply answered.
Bulma observed him for a little while. Goku, one of the only beings she’s ever met that was a true ‘pure heart’. She was still baffled at how different he was from everyone else in the ship. She had only known him for a short time and she can already tell that he would help anyone at a drop of a dime.
“You’ve known Vegeta since you were young right?”
“Yeah.”
“Does he ever talk to you about his problems?” she inquired, hoping to get any information, any at all.
“No, not really. He closed himself ever since he had to rule. We don’t ever have time to talk and when we do it’s all about things that he needs me to get done. ”
Bulma’s heart really went out to Goku. Poor thing seemed to be handling all the qualms of his nation along with his leader, and seemed to be losing his friendship due to it as well.
“Did you ever think about helping Vegeta out other that following his every order and not getting in his way?” she asked trying to help her new found friend.
His furrowed his eyebrows, “How so?”
“Hell, I don’t know Goku. Suggest something to him. What would you do if you were the ruler of Vegeta-sei?”
“But I’m not.”
Bulma lightly smacked her forehead at the lack of his comprehension. “Goku, stick with me here. What would you say is a Saiyan weakness toward this purge and how would you fix and or improve upon that?”
Goku was silent for a while, thinking real hard about it. The man seemed he was coming on to something. His eyes brightened with the sign of an epiphany as he turned to look at his blue haired companion again.
“Well…” he started as Bulma waited patiently for his idea. “…I can’t think of anything, B.” he said scratching the back of his head, his idea quickly lost, leaving Bulma exasperated and unbelieving.
“Kami, Goku!” she exclaimed.
He gave a laugh as he shrugged his shoulders at her.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” she told him as she placed her elbows on her legs so she can place chin along her fists, getting into a pensive matter.
Her blue eyes looked straight in front of her, slightly narrowing her eyes her eyes. She was going to hate to do this, be she was going to have to use Goku. Bulma knew she was supposed to help weaken the Saiyan race through weakening the ruler, but it wouldn’t hurt to know about all the weaponry, strategies, and technology they have. Maybe that had something to do with their increasing strength. If she could find a loop-hole or weakness within that and present that to the disgusting Cold leader, her mission would be accomplished and her freedom obtained.
Vegeta didn’t seem to be falling for her in any way or form and she doubt that the Saiyan King was capable of love or any form of affection. Furthermore, if his feelings other than lust for her weren’t going blossom, she would have to find another way to weaken him and his people.
Her blue eyes darted over to her friendly companion.
“I could help you.” she suggested as she turned to face him.
Goku blinked confused at her, “How?”
“Do you trust me?” she asked, hoping that he could put some faith in someone he just met.
“Yes.” the tall male answered all too easily, making Bulma’s heart twinge with guilt.
She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. “Ok, if you really want me to help you help Vegeta…” she started, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “…we are going to need more information.”
“Information on what?”
“To begin with, Atlantica. I only know a handful of things about the place and that’s not going to help. I’m most certain that Vegeta knows the location, the route, and the time it will take to get there, so that won’t be a problem. I’m not sure that he knows what kind of power these beings have, but whether he does or not we are going to investigate that as well. Along with the any information on the technological capacities, rulers, and way of living of the beings of Atlantica. Maybe compare them to you Saiyans. Are you following me?” she looked over at Goku to see if he was paying any attention and more importantly if he was understanding what she was advising him.
He just looked at her, waiting on her to say more, as his tail lightly and playfully danced behind him.
“Goku, we are going to have to get into this ship’s mainframe or control center. Does this ship have something of the sort?
The spiky haired male nodded his head.
Bulma continued, “And we might have to trip some wires on the cameras with footage of a couple days prior so Vegeta or the security won’t get suspicious of our actions. Well, that is, if you want. You could just ask permission and take me along with you telling them something along the lines of how you can’t leave me off your sight.”
Her cerulean eyes looked at him, “Are you sure you’re understanding, Goku?” she asked unsure if he was.
“Yeah. We pretty much need to get into the room with all the computers. Right?”
“Well, yes.”
Goku gave her a big grin. “Well, what are we waiting for?” he asked as he took a hold of her wrist. “Let’s go.” He said as he guided her out the training room.
“Wait!” Bulma exclaimed as the stronger being practically dragged her behind him. “I didn’t mean now, Goku. You are going to get both you and me into trouble.”
His tail just continued dancing behind him.
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A/N: So what you think? Just a taste on the relationship Bulma is having with two very different Saiyans.