Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Note: ~hello!~ Mental thought/speech

"Shit, shit. Fuck, Fuck.!" Sarumi cried in frustration. "Stupid, foolish whore bitch! Surely she knows what he's capable of! What woman in her right mind stay with a man like that after what he did to her?!"

"I have no idea." Birsha agreed. "She has even defiled herself by not only mating with him but also bearing him a bastard son."

"Yes, and for that she was pay along with Vegeta and we must also wipe his seed from existence."

"Sa…Sarumi?" The youngest member of her high-ranking followers asked. "Do we have to harm the boy?"

"Of course we do Gaila!" Samuri snapped at the adolescent girl. "You know that Saiyajins are dangerous. Once we have destroyed all remnants of their race not only will we be avenged but also we had done the entire universe a great service."

"But he's only a child!" She exclaimed. "What if after we get rid of Vegeta, we can take the child and raise him in the right way, so that he becomes nothing like his father."

"A noble notion Gaila. But that's all it is." Sarumi looked at the girl. "For that to have worked we had needed possession of the boy while he was still an infant. The ideas and influence of his father have already taken root in him. And if any of the inclinations of the mother is in him already, which I'm sure there is, there is no hope for the boy." Her voice took on a deathly tone. "The riddance of them all is the only possible, only justifiable option left to us."

Gaila bowed her head and gave up her argument. Though, she still couldn't shake the feeling that killing the boy was wrong. Surely! He was a young innocent, his heart still reachable; and in murdering him they were being no better than the Saiyajin that destroyed their people and home planet. Not to mention the millions of deaths throughout the known galaxies.

Sarumi noticed the play of emotion on Gaila's face and made a mental note to be wary of the child's wavering convictions before trning to the woman to her side.

"Birsha,"

"Yes Sarumi?"

"Has Jarik reported from Earth yet?"

"No he hasn't. We still have no knowledge of what the Earthlings know of us. But in his previous message he did say that we were detected passing by the rings of the eighth planet. "

"Argh!" She growled angrily. "Well he better hurry up. I'd prefer to have his information before we plan our next move." She stalked the length of conference room of the ship. "What of Shizema? Has he gathered all samples that I have ordered of him yet?"

"Almost," she said encouragingly.

"Well I don't intend to wait for them than more is necessary." She turned to face Birsha. "Deploy a scanner module that the earthlings will be able to pick up, and have it continue at our current speed towards earth. But make sure that it's one that will not be easily discovered…a Mark 16 Module will be ideal."

"Immediately!" Birsha rushed out the bridge of the ship to prepare the module.

"Gaila,"

"Yes Sarumi?"
"Plot in a different route to Earth and make sure that we are completely masked. We cannot let them blasted earthlings detect us again."

Walking to the navigations console Gaila hesitantly did her leader's biding, her heart swamping with the beginnings of regret.


***


Bulma walked comfortably into the URSO meeting room for the second time. It had now been over two weeks since she had first come here, since the shower incident, and she had completely healed. As hard as it had been for him, Vegeta had only held her during their evenings over the fortnight.

The closest to sexual activity they had come to were the kisses they shared before going to sleep in each others arms. There were also a number of caressing sessions. Both touching and feeling the body of the other through nightclothes; Vegeta didn't trust himself to sleep in the nude in her; and for good reason. There had been a few heat filled moments when Vegeta had to fight against ripping the clothes off them both and taking her with urgent need.

Bulma took to her seat like an automaton. Though she vaguely was aware of where she was and why, the main part of her concentration was on a certain Saiyan prince, and what they could finally do together now that she was better.

"Miss Bulma Briefs?"

Bulma started at the masculine but soft-spoken voice, and she turned her head to face its owner.

"Yes?" She mentally scolded herself for being so distracted with her daydream that she didn't hear his approach. A critical comment made by Vegeta came to mind. He had once told her how she was always `unaware of her surroundings' and how that could be hazardous. This little example, as much as she hated to admit it, proved that there was some reality in his words. "Can I help you?"

"Are you the Bulma Briefs of the Capsule Corporation?"

"Yes I am, and you are…?"

"Oh forgive me." He took the seat next to her and held up the name plaque that was positioned in front of him. "I'm Jiro Shizema. I doctor at West Central General hospital, and for some strange reason was deemed worthy of use to be included in this fine little gathering of the URSO."

"I see…" Bulma really didn't know what to say. He still hadn't really answered her first question.

"You don't know how pleased I am to actually meet you." He put forward his hand and Bulma obliged only to almost have her arm sprained in a more than hearty shake.

"I wanted to tell you how much I admire the work of you and your father's company. Even though I work in the medical industry and not the technological, I really believe that the future of both lie in mergence."

"I have to almost completely agree with you on that one."

Shizema continued to babble about how he had known of CC ever since he could remember and how he was grateful for ingenious scientific minds like that of her father. Within a few minutes Bulma thought that she would die from his complements. They sounded so insincere and…well…vain; beyond a point of vanity that was so very far from her own.

When the vice chairman entered the room and took his seat, Bulma knew that the meeting will almost immediately begin, but Shizema just would not stop talking. Bulma began to feel uncomfortable with all the irate stares she received from all representatives that seemed to shout to her `Shut him the fuck up!' She glanced at Shizema and he seemed oblivious to the silent message and stares. Only when Bulma promised to have lunch with him where they could continue this oh so interesting conversation, did he heartily agree and become silent for the beginning of the meeting.


***


"It is now 12:30 and I suggest we break for an hour and an half lunch."

There was a murmur of agreement among all, but for once Bulma's was not among them. Though her stomach rumbled like an underground tube, she dreaded the notion of doing lunch with Shizema, if what he was going to talk about was anything like their earlier discussion.

An idea struck her and she made a direct beeline for her father. If she had to endure through such an insufferably boring lunch, then she was not going to do it alone.

"Daddy, would you please join me for lunch. Please!"

He looked at her, surprised that she had not only called him `daddy' in public, but she had also practically begged him to join her. The look on her face looked identical to the once she used to use whenever she beseeched him for anything she desperately wanted as a little girl.

"Sorry dear, but no can do." He almost felt sorry for her as her face fell. "I'm lunching with the chairmen."

"You always lunch with them. Aren't I good enough to eat with any more?!" She subconsciously crossed her arms and her bottom lip drooped slightly.

"Bulma…" Dr Briefs took on an irritated tone and he looked at her harshly. "Do not behave childishly. Not here."

Though taken aback, Bulma hid it well. He was right! Here she was a grown woman with a family of her own and she was acting this way?!

"Now if you excuse me, I must leave." With that he turned and left the room with the chairmen.

A gentle hand on Bulma's shoulder caused her turn around.

"Miss Briefs?" Shizema had a pathetically innocent and hopeful look on his face that Bulma found impossible to ignore. "You haven't forgotten about our lunch arrangements have you?"

"No," Bulma smiled pleasantly. ~Like I damn well could!~ "I just had to have a quick word with my father, but it appears he hasn't the time."

"THAT was Dr Briefs?!"

"Yes." Bulma nodded her head. "That was Dr Briefs."

"Wow! I would have loved to meet him." He said wishfully. "Could you introduce us some time?"

"Heh heh," she chuckled, "I'd love to." ~Then I'll be free and he'll have to listen to you!~

"Well then," He gestured with his hand. "Shall we?"


***


Bulma clenched her fork very tightly. How she felt like ramming it into his skull!

The almost one-way conversation they were having during lunch was even worse that the seven-minute conversation they had before the morning meeting session. How she was maintaining her patients and composure was beyond her. No! Wait a sec! It was tuned and trained because of living for years with a certain Saiyan Prince.

~Thank you, Vegeta!~

"…Can you imagine that Bulma?"

"Jiro, I so sorry to interrupt, but can you please excuse me?" She said using this one opportunity he had given her to speak. "I need to use the ladies' room.

"Oh," he courteously rose from his seat as Bulma did. "Certainly." He watched until she disappeared into the ladies' toilet. In a very small movement he leaned forward and dropped a tablet into Bulm's coffee. The alien drug dissolved upon instant contact, and he leaned back and grinned.


***


Bulma looked at her reflection sternly and took a deep breath.

~Alright girl, how the hell are you going to get ride of motor-mouth?~ She though to herself for several seconds before it came to her. ~Of cours!e~

Bulma removed her mobile from her handbag and used the quick dial function. She had only to wait six seconds for her rings to be answered.

"Hello?"

"Oh Chichi! I really need your help!"

"Bulma? What is it?"

"You've got to rescue me!"

"What?! Who's after you?!" Chichi was catching Bulma's panic.

"No I don't mean like that but it's almost as bad!"

"What are you talking about?"

"There's this guy that I've just got to get away from!" Bulma pleased her case. "He's just killing me with boredom. And if I have to listen to him much longer I swear I'll become violently ill and die!!"

Chichi giggled on the other end of the connection.

"He must really be a pitiful loser if a technical scientific mind like you can't stand him."

"Ha! You're telling me!" She threw up her free hand in exasperation. "He's a handsome and the most well mannered loser I've met, but a loser the nonetheless."

"I'd think Vegeta would disagree with you." Chichi said teasingly.

"Hey! Leave him out of this!"

"Alright! Alright Bulma!" Chichi laughed as she tried to calm her friend at the same time. "What do you want me to do, anyway?"

"In five minutes or so I need you to call me on my cell phone, and ask to talk to me in private or something. Then I can excuse myself for the rest of lunch."

"And you're sure he'll buy that?"

"Well…just scream down the phone." Then Bulma partially covered the mouthpiece and added in a low tone. "Like you always do…"

"What?!" Chichi bellowed. "Don't think I didn't hear that you know." She sounded genuinely cross.

"Sorry Chichi…but I really do need your help."

"Alright Bulma," her tone softened. "I'll call you back in five minutes."

"Thank you so much Chichi!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…"

"No, really. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it."

"Bye. Speak to you in a few."

"Yeah, bye."

Both women hung up and Bulma placed her cellular back in her bag. After a quick touching up with her lipstick, she went to rejoin Shizema. When she approached the table, Shizema rose to hold out her chair for her. She thanked him and she looked at him thoughtfully as he took his own seat.
~Once he puts a little life into his personality, he'll make some woman a wonderful husband.~ She drank some of her coffee before asking him to continue.

Eight minutes later Bulma was fighting as best as she could to keep her eyes open. She nodded her head in agreement to what was being said, though she had no idea what Shizema was talking about, due to her failing concentration.

~Oh brother! This man's even more boring than I thought. He's putting me to sleep!~ She was suddenly startled by the sound of her phone going off.

"Please excuse me for a moment Jiro."

"Sure."

~About time Chichi!!~ Bulma retrieved her phone, pressed the answer button and held it to her head.

"Hello?"

Shizema faintly heard the reply of her friend from the other end of the line.

"Oh Chichi! This is a surprise. How are you?"

Shizema smiled politely as he waited for the end of the conversation.

"But I'm busy right now…" Bulma winced as Chichi's voice and pitch increased to the power of fifty and she knew that Shizema could hear what Chichi was saying. "Jiro I'm really sorry, but I must take this call in private. It's a friend of mine, and she needs me."

"Of course, I understand. I hope everything turns out right."

"Thank you." Then Bulma went back to addressing her friend. "Chichi…" Bulma couldn't be au fait with why her throat was tightening or why it was so impossible to keep awake. "Chichi…I…"

"Bulma, are you alright?" She easily picked up the lack of energy in her voice.

"Chichi…I…can't…I…" The phone slipped from her grasp and crashed on the floor, under a second and a half Bulma followed.

Shizema quickly stood and walked around the table to Bulma. Chichi's frantic voice was heart yelling from the phone before he crushed it beneath his foot. He bent down and revealed a syringe from his pocket. After sticking the needle in Bulma's arm, he withdrew a sample of her blood. Removing it from her arm he placed the syringe back in his pocket before a small concerned crowd of those lunching approached after having just noticed the blued haired woman on the floor.

"Is she alright?" Asked a fat lady.

"It appears she just fainted." Said middle-aged man.

"She'll be fine if you all clear the area and give her as much air to breath as she possible." Shizema addressed them all. "Please do as I say ladies and gentleman, I am a doctor and she is in good hands."

"Anything you say Doc," spoke a young man.

"Yeah step back and let him work." Chimed a teenage girl, and after a number concurred murmurs the crowd dispersed.

Shizema rested two fingers on the left side of Bulma's neck. Her pulse was slow and weak, and her breath was shallow and slow. A dark elated grin crept along Shizema's features as he stared down at the unconscious beauty. He now had what he wanted.

***

to be continued…

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