Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Suspicion ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Hmm. There’s not much to be said this time. Enjoy ^_^


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Suspicion


She felt him stir as he got up from his bed. She had been awake for a while, debating whether or not she should help the Saiyans navigating safely around the black-hole. She had told Goku she would help. Well, she told Goku that she would help him help Vegeta. His ‘Highness’ is probably too proud to ask for any assistance, but if just freely given, would he take it?

Frieza wants this ape race weakened through their leader, but couldn’t they be weakened another way? Say by attaining the Saiyans’ trust; not just the Kings, but all of the troops and civilians as well, then giving Frieza any useful information about them.

Easier said than done.

Why would Frieza assign a small, fragile human female to bring down such a formidable race?

Bulma got up from the bed, hugging the white sheets to her body, and went over to the corner where her bag laid. She took out some ‘working out’ attire; dark-blue sports bra and matching shorts. Her hands let go of the sheets, letting it fall to the ground.

Her eyes looked behind her to see if he Saiyan King was watching.

Indeed he was.

“May I help you?” she teasingly asked him, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I’ve got better things to do.” he answered, taking out one of the many armor in his closet.

“Suit yourself.” she said, proceeding to putting her clothes on. “Did you still want those coordinates?”

“What coordinates?”

“The ones to fastest rout around the black-hole.”

He paused, looking at her up and down.

“Will you be calculating those coordinates dressed like that?” he smirked condescendingly.

“What would you rather me wear?” she raised an eye-brow at him, “Blue spandex?”

“It’s not spandex, woman!” he spit out, his tail furiously dancing with agitation behind him.

“Calm down. I was only teasing, Your Highness.” she smiled as she made her way over to him. “Don’t you Saiyans ever joke around?”

Her hand went over to reach for his arm, wondering about the fabric he was wearing. However, he quickly snatched her wrist, stopping her from making any contact.

“No.” he harshly answered.

Cerulean irises looked up meeting his own onyx, glaring at him, challenging his stare. They couldn’t help it.

She had been raised her to meet her challenges head on. There was never any room for second guessing yourself. She was expected to run her family’s company; to honor, represent, and contribute to the growth of Capsule Corp.

Vegeta was likewise raised with similar morals. His devotion, duty, and legacy all belonged to Vegeta-sei. He has and will always fight for his Kingdom, sacrificing blood and sweat for his land. There was never a challenge to great to back out of.

A growl escaped him; however it wasn’t a menacing or threatening, but rather more satisfied and content.

Bulma stopped their little ‘stating contest’, breaking his hold on her as she snatched her arm back.

“I was just going to take a look at the material.” she explained. “Do you mind?”

“Humph.” he answered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Blue-haired dancer scowled at him, not knowing what his noise meant. The dark Prince didn’t move, so she assumed he didn’t mind. She placed her hand over his arm, starting her examination.

Vegeta looked down at her, watching her as she rubbed, pinched, and stretched his combat wardrobe. He momentary closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in her scent. There was no way he could ever forget that smell. There had been a numerous females he had bedded, but her scent is to this date, his favorite.

He opened his eyes and slightly tilted his head to the side as he examined her. Vegeta had seen many blue-heads before, not only within his species but outside as well. The dancer’s color was undeniably unique. He could see why the disgusting lizard has an interest for her. However, he has seen that hue before.

“You’re right. It’s not spandex.” she said as she looked up at him, noticing the look on his face, leaving her temporarily unable to speak any further.

It was a mix of curiosity and puzzlement. His arms unwound from across his chest and a glove hand went to reach for a lock of hair. It wasn’t just one kind of blue he noticed as he studied the said lock. It was a combination of mostly cerulean and baby blue, some lavender, and hints of silver and aqua.

Deep in thought, his mind searched to where he had seen such color before.

He closed his eyes in concentration. His hand slowly closed, fisting her hair tightly as his frustration grew.

“Vegeta?” she was becoming nervous, not knowing what he was thinking or what he was about to do.

His grasp of her hair loosened, letting her hair gradually slip and fall from his hand. Dark eyes opened to see a concerned Bulma. He could swear he had seen her before. But where? And how?

“Vegeta? What’s wrong?”

He shook his thoughts away. He was probably just confusing her with someone else.

“Nothing, woman.” he answered, annoyed with himself.

“You know…” she started, “…I could improve this.”

“Improve what exactly?”

“Your armor. I can… hmm… update it, if you will. I don’t think there’s much that can be done about your ‘spandex’ though.”

“Humph.” he wasn’t too fond of that term.

She laughed, not being able to resist teasing him. “There’s not a lot I could do with this material. That is, unless you have resources in Vegeta-sei to make a better fabric to protect you better in combat.”

“How do you know this?” he asked, the suspicion he had just brushed aside brewing up again. There is absolutely no way a slave can know as much as the Earthling is letting on she knows. Knowledge is power and he knew that Frieza was well aware of that fact. The purple lizard wouldn’t permit any subjects attain any form of education.

“Doesn’t everybody know that?” she innocently asked.

There was something wrong with this picture, and Vegeta was going to get to the bottom of it.

He gave her a once over and proceeded to make his way out of the room, tail wrapping around his own hips.

“You didn’t answer my question about the black-hole coordinates.”

“I won’t be needing it. I don’t need or want anybodies help, especially if it’s from such an inferior race as yours.”

He opened the door, but stopped and looked over his shoulder. She was fuming; her blazed eyes sinisterly and defiantly staring at him.

“And, woman. You are to remain in my chambers or go to the training room but only if Kakarrot escorts you. There will not be any venturing about the ship.” and with that, he shut the door behind him.

“We’ll just see about that.”


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His mind was still on her while he walked down the hallways of his ship. There was definitely something odd and out of place about the dancer. He couldn’t ignore his gut feeling.

As he turned a corner, he was met with a tall spiky haired male; Goku.

“Hey, Vegeta.” he greeted.

Vegeta snarled at him, he was not in the mood for his comrade’s peppy persona.

“Whoa, what’s going on with you?” Goku asked alarmed.

The grumpy Saiyan King didn’t quite know how to answer that. He inhaled deeply and then let the air out, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Kakarrot…” he started, “…what exactly do you and the dancer do all day?”

Goku looked at Vegeta confused, “Let’s see… all she does is train. Not the way we do, but she still trains. That’s about it.”

“What do you two talk about?” he continued his interrogation.

“Lots of things.”

Vegeta frowned at the answer, not liking where it was going.

“Elaborate.” he ordered.

“Well… she asks a lot of questions.” he scratched the back of his head in thought. “We talk about us, you know, Saiyans. Our health, how we fight, our language, where we’re going, about Atlantica…”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I just answered her questions, Vegeta.” he obliviously answered.

‘Great.’ he thought, just what he needed; a spy. The only advantage he’d have is they’re on his territory and perhaps he can use her, somehow. He was defiantly going to need more background information on his blue-haired lover.

“Kakarrot, listen to me carefully, I’m only going to say this once.”

Goku straightened up, ready to hear and execute the instructions he was about to receive.

“I need you to find out anything you can about the dancer.”

“Bulma?”

“Yes, and report back to me.”

“How am I going to find out things about her?”

Vegeta really couldn’t believe how dense his life-long friend can be. “Use any means necessary. For starters ask her questions.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m commanding you to. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”


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Bulma sat on the large bed, waited patiently for Goku to arrive. Maybe the cheerful Saiyan can bring her out of the foul mood the ‘Monkey Prince’ had put her in. Why did she let him get to her that easily?

‘Sticks and stones, Bulma.’ she thought to herself.

The awaited knock on the door finally came and she rushed over to open it.

“Hey, B.”

She couldn’t help but beam up at Goku. “Hey, it’s about time.”

“Yeah, I was held up for a while.” he said, a bit nervously.

That didn’t get past her; there was something different about him. However, it could be something personal, so she wasn’t going to inquire, at least not yet.

“So, are you ready to… what you call it?... ‘exercise’?”

A giggle escaped her lips. Goku was definitely what she needed to cheer her up.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, but we’re not going to ‘exercise’ for long today.” Bulma informed him.

“Really? How come?”

“We’re going to the lab remember? We are going to figure out those damn coordinates that way you can give them to Vegeta, help him out like you wanted to, and be the hero.”

“Umm, B, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

One blue eyebrow rose at this, “Why not?”

“I just don’t want you to get caught and get into trouble.”

Ex-scientist sighed. “Goku… what’s wrong?”

His hand flew up to scratch the back of his head as he laughed nervously, his tail lightly twitching behind him, “Why would you think anything’s wrong?”

‘Silly Goku.’ she thought. He was so easy to read, he didn’t have an inkling of a poker face.

“I thought you wanted to help Vegeta. Didn’t you think that was a good idea?” she sweetly asked, tilting her head to one side.

“I do want to help him…”

“Then why’d you change your mind?”

“Well, like I said… I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

“Why would I get into trouble if I have you protecting me? You’re not going to let anything happen to me, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

Bulma knew she was guilt tripping him and she wasn’t proud of it, but she needed to get into that lab. She needed to prove to not just to Vegeta, but to herself that she wasn’t useless. Plus, she needed to take a few things from the lab for herself.

“No, Bulma. I do trust you.”

“Then, what are we waiting for?”

He frowned in thought. She hadn’t seen him frown till then. It was odd and, in her opinion, it didn’t fit him. She preferred the big smiles that matched his personality.

Goku weighted what Vegeta had ordered him to do and what Bulma wanted to do in order to help. He didn’t know why his leader wanted information on the guest, but if he did, he had to have a reason behind it.

He had always considered himself a good judge of character and he always saw the good in beings. To him, Bulma didn’t give him any reasons to doubt or distrust her. Her intentions are good; she wouldn’t offer to help him I they weren’t. There is nothing mean or malicious about her.

So, who was he going to side with?

Vegeta said the he wanted him to find out about Bulma. He never mentioned anything about not letting Bulma into the lab or preventing her from helping.

With that in thought, Goku made up his mind.


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She had quickly got to work once they entered the ship’s lab. Like she had told Goku, they weren’t going to spend a lot of time in the training room and true to her word, they didn’t. They didn’t even bother going back to Vegeta’s room for her to shower and change, leaving her still damp, sticky, and reeking of perspiration from her work out. She wasn’t too comfortable with her body odor but getting those coordinates was much more urgent than a bath.

First, she set off to look for all the equipment she was going to need, grateful for the fact that she had Goku with her to carry all of the heavier pieces that she wouldn’t have been able to move herself.

“Impressive.” she told him when he had single handedly moved a large telescope on a table she needed, making him blush.

“Aww, it’s nothing, B.”

Bulma knew that it was going to take her a good while to figure out the self assigned task.

The labor she was doing was making her break more of a sweat. She hadn’t worked like that since before Earth was destroyed, when she assisted her father.

She didn’t let those sad yet endearing thoughts get to her as she pushed them aside, concentrating on unscrewing the telescope open and going over to the back of the large computers to disconnect a few cables.

“So, where did you say you learned how to do this?” Goku asked.

Her eyes didn’t leave her assignment, “The bigger question is, how do you not know how to do this?” she countered with a question of her own as she connected the cables into the telescope.

Goku was stumped; he had a feeling getting anything out of the blue-haired companion was going to be much harder than he thought.

“What’s Earth like?” he asked again, not giving up easily.

“Earth?” she went over and typed a few things into the computer and went around the lab seemingly searching for more items of use to her. “Why do you want to know about Earth?”

“Well, isn’t that where you’re from?”

Bulma collected a pair of big gloves, goggles, a metal sheet, a torch, and a lab coat.

“I am human, so yes, my home planet was Earth. Hey, Goku, do you mind helping me out with those?” her eyes signaled over to the fuel tank and large laser.

He complied and helped her carry the bigger materials.

They continued like this as she busily worked. She managed to make a welder’s mask out of the goggles and metal sheet she found, carefully melting them together with the torch. Apparently, Saiyans didn’t need much protection from such flames; she couldn’t find a mask like the one she made anywhere in the lab. At least they had lab coats and gloves. Bulma was going to need those to shield the rest of her body.

The dark-haired Saiyan continued his innocent interrogation as he assisted her.

Bulma at first didn’t mind the questions, finding the situation very much like a curious child asking a parent about anything their naïve minds didn’t understand. At first he asked about the little things; her home planet, what it was like, what she did, did she battle, and even went as far as asking her for her favorite color and food.

However, she had built up such a defensive wall throughout her existence following Earth’s destruction, it was second nature when she answered back with ‘I don’t know’, ‘I’m not sure’, ‘I forgot’, ‘Never really thought about it’, or with just a question of her own.

It wasn’t till she was through fusing the wires of the telescope and laser together that she noticed his inquisitions were getting a bit too… out of character.

Her ‘happy-go-lucky’ friend began to ask her about Planet Frost; what she did, how well she knew Frieza, how he was like, why Frieza had let her come with them on the ship…

‘Vegeta.’ she thought. He was probably on to her. She needed to be more careful.

However, she continued to dodge Goku’s inquiries.

The largest computer screen confirmed that her creation had successfully connected. She smiled with satisfaction as she proceeded to weld the telescope shut.

“Goku, do you mind placing the telescope by that window?”

“Sure.” he did as asked, but was getting suspicious himself as to why she was avoiding answering. He was beginning to understand why Vegeta had put him up to finding things out about her.

She typed some commands into the computer, making the telescope come to life and shoot the laser beam off into space. It was going to take a while for it to retrieve and analyze the measurements to the black-hole.

“So…” she started as she took off the mask, gloves, and lab coat, “…are you through with the interrogation?”

Goku sheepishly laughed knowing he was caught, “Was I that obvious?”

She smirked over at him, “Just a bit.”

Walking over to a table, she got to working on a little gadget for herself, knowing that it wouldn’t be wise to try and hide it form Goku, deciding to openly work on it in front of him.

“I know that Vegeta is not only your ruler but a good friend to you as well, so I’m not going to ask what your motives are behind all the questioning. I understand and admire you loyalty.” Bulma sincerely told him.

The computer signaled that it had in fact retrieved what it looking for, making both of them look up into the screen.

“Hold that thought.” she told him as he went over to the computer and furiously typed. Now that the first phase was done, it was all easy sailing from there.

She found the equation she needed and plugged in the information the laser-telescope had just attained, and programmed it to find the exact coordinates she had worked so hard in finding. All she needed then to do was wait till it was done and print out her work.

Now she can give Goku her undivided attention.

“So, like I was saying... Goku, the reason we’re doing all of this...” her eyes gestured to the computer screen, “…is to help your friend out. I know where your loyalty lies and it’s not with me. Which is fine, we just barely met.”

“Yeah.” he wasn’t quite sure what she was getting at.

“I trust you too, Goku. But I can’t tell you what he wants you to dig up. Well, at least not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Yup. I’m going to ask you for time. Give me a little more time and I’ll answer any and all the questions you want.”

“When will I know to ask?”

“I’ll let you know. Is that ok?”

Goku looked down at her reflective, clear blue eyes. She had been upfront and honest with him, washing away any apprehension he had just felt toward her.

He sighed in defeat, “Of course it’s ok, B.”


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Once the last sheet was printed, Goku quickly made his way out of the lab and toward the area Vegeta was located. On his way over, he briefly stopped to drop Bulma off in her room, finishing escorting her for the day.

As he entered the control room, he was greeted with the ever so permanent scowl of the Saiyan King as he was busily looking at a map that showed the progress of the voyage.

He gulped as he made his way toward him.

“Can I take a moment of your time, Sir?” he asked, trying to sound as respectful as possible.

Vegeta growled with annoyance.

“Make it quick.” he said as he led the taller male toward the large windows away from the rest of the troops to get some privacy.

“What did you find out?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Then why are you wasting my time?”

“Vegeta…” Goku’s voice came down to a whisper. “…I’ve got the coordinates. We need to put these in so we can get back home as soon as possible.”

“You’ve got the coordinates?” Vegeta asked unbelievingly. “Kakarrot, don’t tell me you let the woman enter the lab.”

“That’s beside the point, Veg.”

“You disobeyed a direct order.” The dark Prince venomously said.

“No, I didn’t. You didn’t say anything about not taking her to the lab.”

Vegeta glared furiously up at the taller Saiyan. He needed to remember to be more specific with Goku next time.

“Come on. Don’t we need to get home?”

“We don’t need her assistance.”

“But it’s in our best interest.”

“What if those coordinates lead us straight to that black-hole?”

“They won’t.”

“That has always been you’re flaw, Kakarrot. You’re too trusting.” he snarled at him turning around to head back to work.

“Vegeta, wait.”

The flame-haired man stopped.

“We won’t know till we try. Please, just take the coordinates.”

He heard desperation in his voice. Vegeta stood still as he contemplated this, running all the pros and cons at the situation at hand.

“Nappa!”

“Yes, sir?”

“Take Kakarrots coordinates.” Vegeta commanded, knowing he gave in too easily, but he wasn’t in the mood to hear Goku plead.

Goku victoriously smiled. “You won’t regret it, Sir.”

“For your sake I hope I don’t either.”


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Bulma took out the little gadget she had been working on in the lab. It was a small square with a couple buttons on it and a round receiver.

She hugged it close to her body, praying and hoping it would work.

A finger went over to push one of the buttons, turning it on as a red light bulb lit up.

Static was all she heard coming from the device.

She pushed and held the other button and brought it close to her mouth.

“Hello?” she said into it. “It’s Bulma. Chichi? Are you there?”


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A/N: So what you think? I felt like this Chapter dragged on for a while. Don’t worry thought, next chapter they’ll finally be in Vegeta-sei. ^_^