Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Facing it Together ❯ Crap, Crap, and Some More Crap ( Chapter 8 )

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Facing it Together

Chapter Eight: Crap, Crap, and Some More Crap

Kakarrot walked down the palace halls. He knew he was a little late for his daily sparring sessions-actually he was two hours late-but spending the night with Chi Chi was something that he found that didn't allow himself to pull away too quickly. He just hoped that she would stay sleeping in his bed for a couple more hours so that he could wake her up personally, perhaps even repeating another preformance of last night…

"You're late, Kakarrot."

Kakarrot sighed to his older brother. "Sorry, Radditz. I overslept, but now I'm ready to train."

Radditz crossed his arms over his chest. "Oversleeping? As I recall, you left last night's dinner very early with the excuse of going to bed, and now you overslept? Saiyans only need three hours of sleep a night. You, however, had ten!"

Kakarrot's eyebrow shot up. "And why, my brother, do you have such a sudden interest in my well-being?"

Radditz frowned at him. "This isn't like you."

"Radditz," Kakarrot said, completing his warm-ups. "It isn't your problem, so don't worry about it." He gave his body one last stretch. "Are you ready to spar, or not?"

His brother growled before charging at him. Kakarrot blocked his punches with great ease. Radditz delivered swift kick to his stomach before disappearing out of sight. Kakarrot then felt the slight pain of his brother's fist connecting with his spine. Falling forward from the last hit, he sent a leg up, hitting Radditz's jaw, causing it to snap back from the impact.

Radditz rubbed his jaw. "You've gotten better at counter-attacks."

Kakarrot steadied himself on his feet. "With someone who is known to fight as dirty as you, I made myself improve." He grabbed his brother's boot when Radditz tried to kick him again and swept his brother's floored foot. Radditz fell flat on his back. Kakarrot dodged the ki blast that he threw at him and jumped back before Radditz could flip himself back on his feet, attempting to kick his brother as well.

Both powered up, then came at each other in a flurry of punches. Kakarrot sent a knee up in Radditz's chest. The older brother fell back, clutching his stomach.

"Should I stop?" Kakarrot asked, watching Radditz stagger.

"Stop?" Radditz rasped out. "We've hardly begun yet."

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Bulma patted the pocket in her pants to make sure that she hadn't forgotten the fake dragonball radar. If she did, then she was more than sure that the king would be pissed. `Well, after he finds out it's a fake, then he'll be more than that,' she thought to herself. Hopefully, Chi Chi was right and they would be safe from Vegeta's wrath. Maybe they would even be off the planet before he even started to use it. `That wouldn't be a shocker. He seemed so intent on me leaving.' She made her way to the king's throne room.

Turles was waiting for her. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her approach. It was funny to him, the fact that the thought of her never crossed his mind until the night before. But the more he kept thinking about it, the more it made sense. She was intellegent, brave, and utterly beautiful. Bulma Briefs would be a useful commodity to him when the rebellion took place and he would conquer the throne. She was definitely smarter than two thirds of the Saiyan race; her intellegence ranked close to his own. Turles would never go as far as to make her his mate or queen, due to his loyalty to the ancient Saiyan laws, but a concubine would be more than efficent to him. However, he knew that she didn't entirely trust him, which would be a problem to his future planning, so he decided to take care of that element right now.

"Ms. Briefs?"

She turned. "Turles?" Bulma let out a shaky laugh. "I almost didn't see you there."

He smiled at her. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

`All of the time.' "No, you just surprised me." She pointed to the doors of her destination. "I'm afraid to say that I can't talk long. Vegeta-ou is expecting me."

"This will only take a minute of your time." Turles brought a long object wrapped in black cloth into view. "A token for the assistance that you've bestowed on Vegeta-sei."

"A gift, for me?" Bulma asked as she took the present and unwrapped it. She held it up to admire the craftmanship of the object. The blade was a bright silver metal and the hilt was crafted into a dark dragon. "A new sword…" She gave Turles a smile. "Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, Ms. Briefs." He turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait, Turles."

He stopped and looked at her. She smiled again. "I don't think it's fair that I can call you by your first name and you call me by my last name. Just call me Bulma from now on."

Turles nodded before walking down the hall. She watched him leave. Who would have ever guessed that he would actually be nice? It was an interesting turn of events in her perspective. She sighed before turning back to the door, remembering the reason that she had run into Turles in the first place. The king always had a way of ruining the greatest of her moods. Bulma took a step forward, gathering up her courage.

"Bulma?"

"Chi Chi?" She whirled around. "What are you doing up this early? You usually sleep until it's afternoon."

"I know…something woke me up. Have you seen Kakarrot around?" Chi Chi asked as she stopped to stand right beside her best friend.

"No, I haven't. But I'm about to give the king his radar. Maybe Kakarrot's in there with him." They watched as the guards opened the doors.

"Hmph. I assume by your tardiness, woman, that you lost your way here. Am I correct?"

Bulma formed a tiny smirk on her lips. "Good morning to you, too, Ou-sama."

"Shut up. Now give me the item that I've requested."

Bulma reached into her pocket and retrieved the radar. "Here you go, Ou-sama. I hope it will work to your satisfaction." She handed the radar to Vegeta. "Now, if there was something else…?"

"No. You may leave."

Bulma nodded as she and Chi Chi walked to the doors. Bulma turned to Chi Chi and whispered in their native language, "Well, that's that. Thanks to your plan, Vegeta can't wish for anything. Now the universe is saved."

She nearly let out a scream when Vegeta materialized in front of her, arms crossed and a deadly expression on his face. His eyebrows drew together as he spoke in clear Japanese:

"And why can't I?"

Author's Note: God, I'm evil, aren't I? Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is where the shit hits the fan. What will happen? The more reviews I get, the quicker the next chapter comes out! (Another demonstration of my evilness…heh heh.)