Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love Transcending ❯ Escape Plan ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17 - Escape Plan

Bulma carefully opened her fist and let the soil fall from her palm to the corner of her room. Some stuck to her fist, as it had been sweaty and nervous. She was putting it there to remind her of the ground and planets, something devoid from the space ship.

She sat back on the floor and sighed, she tipped her head backwards and stared at the ceiling before lying down. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Everything falls apart....how stupid could I have been? To make that radar in the first place and to let them order me around and then to give into passion so readily and completely...I am such a hopeless fool." she breathed softly, before standing and sitting back at her desk.

She tapped a pencil against the paper, trying to think of something to invent. Something original and useful to these idiots. It was much harder than she had first expected.

"What if I can't think of anything! Then they kill me! I know! Next time we land, I can escape....or....those pod things, the ships the individual things travel in, maybe I could escape on one of those!" she thought, and smirked to herself and tossed down the pencil. She picked the pencil up again and bent over the paper, she drew out a grid, to record the comings and goings on the docking area for a week, or whatever she figured to be a week. She picked up the grid and sauntered out the door, she was suprised by how much the gravity didn't bother her anymore. She put her scouter on 'anything moves' mode, so she could detect if she was being followed or being approached. She sat down in the corner of the dock area, and a few noticed her but paid no heed, as they couldn't care less what she was doing, or just assumed it was Fureizas' bidding.

She noted the time from the large clock device on the wall and decided to monitor how many arrived each hour, she set the timer on her scouter and also adjusted it to record how many Ki auras it sensed if she should fall asleep, and so she slowly began her long and slow tally chart. Along with smudged doodles next to the columns.

As she sat, she thought a little more of her few hours with Vegeta. She was glad that she had not become pregnant, for that would have been most troublesome to explain and she dreaded to think what they could have done with it, had they not killed it unborn.