Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Imperial Amusements ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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It was the next day that one of the Prince's Royal Guard came to Bulma's family home and informed them about when they could expect the Prince later that day to finalize the commission contract for the Gravity Chamber.

Bulma was busy sparring in her own Gravity Chamber with Radditz, they were flying around at 50x Vejiitasei's normal gravity. It was the highest level Bulma could stand.

She was a little distracted, her twin Kakarott was her normal sparring partner, but he seemed to be avoiding her for some reason. He wouldn't even look her in the eyes this morning. He had just mumbled, "Morning," as he walked down stairs for breakfast.

Bulma was a little hurt because of it, he had never treated her in that kind of manner before. She could remember when they were smaller, how they were almost inseparable.

Suddenly, a ki blast took her by surprise as it grazed her cheek. She looked up at Radditz and touched her fingers to her cheek coming away with blood.

"Pay attention!" Radditz yelled at her as he prepared another ki ball. Bulma smirked, Radditz may be strong but he was a complete moron and coward. You never warn your opponent when you were about to attack. Radditz threw the ki ball directly at Bulma who deflected it with ease.

Bulma sometimes had to wonder why he hadn't died on one of his many purging missions. It just seemed a little suspicious that when his team would suffer heavy losses during battle Radditz couldn't be found anywhere.

Radditz's mate had died giving birth to a little girl, she had gone into labor early from all of the demands Radditz had put on her already stooped shoulders. Bulma could remember how furious Radditz had been when his mate had died giving birth to a weakling girl instead of a son. Bulma was sure that Radditz would have killed her anyway if she had lived the delivery.

Her eyes narrowed as she prepared her next attack. The anger she felt when remembering such things fueled her power level. She charged Radditz beginning a series of punches and kicks he had a hard time blocking. They locked, Bulma offensive, Radditz defensive.

Suddenly, the gravity was shut off and Bulma barley had time to think, `Oh shit! Not again!' before she was slammed into the ceiling of the Gravity Chamber along with Radditz.

Bulma slowly levitated down to the floor, rubbing her back and scowling, muttering to herself, "I really have to design some kind of warning device…" Radditz wasn't so lucky. He landed with a thud, face first on the floor of the Gravity Chamber, twitching slightly.

The chamber door opened a little, a white flag waving in the air. Bulma knew who it was, it was Turles, the jokester of the family, "Don't shoot! I come in peace!" he laughed as he poked his head around the doorway.

Bulma couldn't help but smile at her eldest brother, "When did you get back?" she asked as she walked over to give him a hug while whispering in his ear, "You know I will still have to kick your ass for this, don't you?" Turles pulled back from the hug to search her face to see if she was serious, and saw the amusement reflected in her eyes. His smile got even brighter and a little sheepish.

"I just arrived home," he stated, "That mission was a real bitch." Turles had been on a mission to the fourth quadrant to purge a difficult planet, what had seemed a real simple and short mission, stretched to six months and an all out war.

"Father sent me out here to tell you he wants to speak to you Bulma," Turles said with a worried look on his face, "He seemed a little anxious, if you ask me."

"It's nothing, we had an argument and he doesn't know that I have forgiven him for it. It's just too much fun to watch him squirm around me," Bulma stated as she skipped to the back door of the house, followed by a smirking Turles and a grumbling Radditz. Once inside, Bulma contorted her face into an unreadable expression.

"You wanted to see me father?" she asked coldly walking up behind Bardock.

"Yes, Bulma I did," he was sitting on the couch in the living room, his shoulders stiff. Bulma thought it was amusing that her father was still so tense around her. They both had a stubborn streak a mile wide and both would be damned to apologize first. She was definitely Daddy's Little Girl.

"I wanted to inform you that the prince will grace our home in person to finalize the plans for the construction of his gravity chamber," Bardock stated, remained sitting with his back to her. He waited for her temper to explode.

Bulma decided to take pity on her father, he looked so upset. She walked over to him placing her hands on his shoulders, squeezing lightly, "I forgive you for the argument Father and I know you have my best interests in mind. I'm also glad you told me that the Prince would be coming here. I will prepare for his arrival."

Bardock knew nothing good would come from what he had to say next. He stood up and turned to face his daughter, squaring his shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes. He took a deep breath hoping he put off a relieved posture, "I am glad that we have settled our little disagreement from the other night. But there is one little stipulation to the building of the Prince's Gravity Chamber…"

Bulma's posture shifted a little, her eyes sharpened at her father, "And what might that stipulation be?" She crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive posture to signify that she really didn't want to hear about it. Her body tensed as though she were about to strike a helpless opponent.

Bardock swallowed audibly. He didn't want to get into another argument with her. She could get down right scary at times.

"The Prince has requested that you build the chamber on site, at the palace training grounds," he states trying not to lose too much of his resolve in front of her.

Bulma had a hard time keeping control. All of the pieces and parts were here. She growled mentally. What an arrogant sod! She had to leave her comfortable surroundings for weeks to build the High and Mighty Prince a Gravity Machine! Who the hell does he think he is! (A.N. * enter sarcasm here * duh! The Prince)

"You know all the pieces and parts are here, some of them are too big to just transport anywhere and there are quite a few of those pieces," she growled at her father in warning.

"The Prince wants it built out of a new material the scientists have come up with. He will have all the parts made new," Bardock stated looking away from his daughter knowing she was going to erupt at that news.

"He doesn't even know if this new material can handle that much gravity!" she screamed, throwing her hands in the air as a sign of frustration.

"Now girl calm down. The Prince will be here within the hour," Bardock said trying to regain control of the discussion, "I don't think it would do any good to try and talk to the Prince in your sparring gear and smelling as if you walked out of a barnyard. I will not allow shame to fall upon this family." Bardock began getting angry himself.

A wicked gleam came to Bulma's eyes, "Ok father, I don't want shame to fall upon our family either." She had a hard time trying not to laugh as she saw the look of utter shock on Bardock's face as she turned to get ready.

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Exactly an hour later, the transport carrying the Prince arrived in front of Bulma's home. When the Prince emerged from the transport, he could just sneer in disgust. The property was well kept but it was obviously third class. `But that is what you want baka!' he thought to himself.

Bardock was standing by the doorway, on one knee, his hand fisted over his heart. His mate, Leena, knelt with her head bowed as a show of respect, along with Kakarott, Radditz and Turles mimicking their father's posture. The only one missing was the blue-haired vixen, Bulma. Her place beside her mother was empty. The Prince cocked an eyebrow at this, trying not to let his annoyance show.

"Where is your daughter, the one that is to build my Gravity Chamber, Bardock?" Vegeta asked in a smooth growl.

"I-I'm not sure Sire. I told her that she should expect your arrival within the hour…" Bardock was cut off by Vegeta holding his hand up in a motion for silence.

"No matter. I will have my men find her," he stated, about to order his men to find the woman when he heard a crash and curses from behind the dwelling. His tail dancing in the air, Vegeta changed direction towards the source of the noise, Bardock and the rest of the family following closely behind.

He strolled around the side of the dwelling. What he saw there almost made him laugh if it hadn't been such an appealing pose, Bulma on her hands and knees, gathering what looked to be blueprints and contraptions that were scattered everywhere.

"What are you doing woman?" he inquired. He tried hiding his amusement under a scowling mask but the rest of his body was betraying him. `Wait a minute! What the hell is she WEARING?!' he thought to himself, his body betraying him even more at that sight of what she wasn't wearing.

She was wearing a skirt that left very little to the imagination, her top was low enough that her breasts threatening to burst their tight confines with every movement of her arms. Her tail slithered seductively about her legs practically saying, `Come get me.'

Vegeta heard a choking sound beside him, he turned and saw that baka Yamcha staring at Bulma, a stream of drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Yamcha noticed the glare Vegeta latched on him and wiped the drool from his mouth turning away from the enticing site of Bulma.

By this time Bulma had sat back having gathered all of the dropped items, secretly smiling to herself. As she turned around, she stopped dead in her tracks. She widened her eyes in surprise,

"Oh! I'm sorry! Has it been an hour already? I was gathering some models of the different Gravity Chambers that my mother and I have designed over the years."

Bardock snapped out of his stupor, angry beyond belief, "Girl! How dare you parade around in no more than an undergarment! I demand you go back to your room and put on something more appropriate at once!"

Vegeta held up his hand once more, "No, it's quite all right. If she wants to look and behave like a whore let her. Besides, I was rather enjoying the view, as were my guards." He said indicating Yamcha and several others in his entourage, just to see how she would react when secretly he wanted to blast every single one of his guards for daring to look at her.

Bulma was seething, her face going from a light blush to flaming red, `How dare he call me a whore!' She fumed completely forgetting that this was the reaction that she had been aiming for. She looked at the Prince getting ready to rip into him; something stopped her. She had noticed his body's reaction to her outfit. Was that anger she sensed?

The smooth way Vegeta had spoken had belied that rage just beneath the surface, anger at her for making him want her, anger and a feeling of possessiveness and jealousy he felt when his guards had dared to look at what he considered his. But under the rage was a fair amount of admiration for her courage to dress the way she had.

She decided that it would not be good to make him any angrier. Her caution however, did not diminish her feeling of anger at the Prince. She marched into the house dumping the models and plans on the large dining room table and stomped upstairs to her room, `I'll show them! I'll wear the ugliest outfit that I own!' she screamed in her head.

She tore though her wardrobe, searching for just the right outfit, one that would disgust the Prince. After about fifteen minutes, Bulma gave up. She just did not have anything that did not flatter her figure and her exotic coloring to their best advantage; her innate fashion sense would not let her get anything that would do her an injustice.

So she grabbed one of her sparring uniforms. When she had changed she pulled her long hair into a ponytail on top of her head. She had scrubbed off all of her makeup, so that her face had a slight shiny look to it. She surveyed herself in the mirror smirking, a little thinking that she looked rather plain without any adornments.

When she arrived back down stairs everyone, who had been talking quietly amongst themselves, stopped to look at her, everyone except the Prince that is. He continued to speak to Bardock as if nothing were wrong. She began to get a little nervous with everyone staring at her, "Can we get this done and over with please?" she asked as she sat down.

"We were just waiting for you to grace us with your presence," the Prince smirked, finally looking at her. His eyebrow arched in amusement that she had gone from one extreme in dress to the other. Her body suit covering every inch of her body from her neck to her ankles, it did not by any means hide her body. The black color accentuating her blue hair, her tail wrapped around her waist, the spandex material molding to her lithe body. He could feel his body begin to react again and he scowled.

"Fine, let's get this over with!" she huffed as she reached for some of the blueprints spread over the table, "Your Highness, have you had a chance to review the designs for your gravity chamber?" she asked.

"Yes I have, and none will do. I want you to design one to my specifications and I happen to have a rough sketch right here," he said as he reached into a pocket and produced a folded piece of paper. Shooting it across the table to Bulma, "I want this design and I want it made of the new metal the science division has developed."

Bulma unfolded the blueprint and studied it for a while. It was a simple design and could be done. What amazed her was that the plans were very detailed for being just a rough sketch,

"Prince Vegeta, has the science division tested the new material at high gravity? How high was it tested? When did it start to degrade?" she asked.

"Yes, the science division has tested it, they have gone up to 500x Vejiitasei's normal gravity and it has not shown any signs of degrading." Vegeta answered

"Good. I would like to do some of my own testing before production starts. I would also like to know what kind of training program you would like. Do you want training droids or defensive weapons or a combination of both? Would you like a hologram projector so that you can train in different environments?" Bulma asked.

"Yes, a combination of weapons and droids would be nice and the hologram projector as well. When can production begin?" he asked her.

Vegeta and Bulma continued to shoot questions back and forth to each other over the next hour. The other people sitting around the table looked on in awe, their heads swiveling back and forth like at a tennis match.

"Do we have everything settled then?" Prince asked his arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face, amusement reflected in his eyes. She was so animated when she spoke and he was quite surprised at the amount of wisdom and intelligence she showed.

"Yes, I think we have everything covered except why do you need me to stay at the palace? It is just a quick transport ride or flight there," Bulma asked.

"I want you there because there will be around the clock shifts for this project. The sooner it gets built the sooner you can go home." Vegeta stated, `and it's the best way to for me to continue my pursuit of you,' he though but did not say.

"Ahh, well that covers everything, I think," Bulma said walking toward him with her hand extended to seal the agreement. Vegeta grabbed her hand, turned it over and placed a light nip in the center of her palm. Bulma snatched her hand back as if burned. Vegeta smirked and turned to head for the door saying over his shoulder, "I expect you to report to the palace at 06:00:00 hours. The Prince's guards following him through the door, leaving Bulma still clutching her tingling hand.

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