Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 5

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Chapter Five

“You see my dear Prince Vegeta, inside me I’ve installed a very deadly bomb.” She explained, tapping a lined scar on her right hip. “If you were to blow me up, your ki would detonate this little baby laying dormant in me. And we would all go boom.” She raised a closed fist before him and opened it quickly as if illustrating an explosion while she smiled beautifully up at him. “The explosives I’ve made are powerful enough to take down this entire worthless Castle you revere so much. And then some.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened in shock as he studied the scar that lined her right hip as if mesmerized by its sheer audacity at hiding a bomb behind it. Then his gaze drifted back up to look straight into a pair of taunting blue eyes.

Their gazes clashed, duelled and it was infuriating for the Saiyan Prince that he was not the victor in their little staring match.

“Well then, if I can’t blast you into oblivion then I guess I just have to tear you limb from limb.” He said drily as he advanced on Bulma.

“Oh Vegeta, like the rest of your kind, you are so primitive. It’s no wonder Frieza has the upper hand on you guys.” Bulma mocked.

“Frieza … upper hand.” Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the beaten woman before him. “What do you know about him woman? I suggest you keep your mouth shut about matters that don’t concern you.” He warned, without waiting for a reply to his question.

Bulma laughed victoriously. She would have to play some of her finest trump cards now but anything was better than dying like this. And who knew, maybe she could even extract some gain from the disastrous situation she found herself in.

“Oh I probably know more about him than you do Vegeta. You see while you Saiyans deal with everything using brute strength, Frieza has advanced his Empire technologically as well. It’s one of the main reasons he’s always been one step ahead of you.” She told him simply.

It was true. Vegeta knew it as well as Bulma did. Vegeta-sei wasn’t a Planet that was known for anything but birthing some of the strongest warriors in the universe. It’s hot and humid conditions kept almost all of its lands barren. Coupled with its warriors endless need for battles. Saiyans depended heavily on other Planets within their Empire to provide sustenance and any other necessities they might require. They may be capable of space travel and regeneration tanks but that wasn’t really much considering the potential such technology could grow. They seemed to dwell only with bare essentials and anything that advanced their ability to grow stronger. Nothing else seemed of importance to them. They overestimated their strength drastically.

“What are you babbling about woman?” He was starting to intensely dislike this female. She was like a pestering bug that no matter how hard you stomped on would just continue to scurry along your path. ‘What was she?’

“Why don’t I just give you some cold hard proof instead, hmm? You seem like the kind of guy who only appreciates facts, Vegeta.” Bulma told him as she reached for the tiny capsule inside the confines of the underwire of her bra. She was glad he hadn’t stripped her of all her clothing before beating her.

Pressing onto its buttoned top Bulma gently threw the capsule onto the ground next to her and let it open up in its normal poof of pink smoke. She saw his surprise at her little trick but he remained standing still – watching her more intently. She opened a small black pouch that had been released from within the capsule ignoring her little hand tool that had also popped out from the capsule. Bulma took out a green scouter and placed it on her ear allowing the glass to cover her right eye. All the while Vegeta just watched her, unsure of what in the world was happening.

“Take out your own scouter won’t you.” She told him and he surprisingly complied without any resistance. As she watched him remove the scouter from inside his breast plate Bulma raised an eyebrow at him. “Considering Nappa hadn’t been wearing any armor, I would hate to think where he kept his scouter.”

She could have sworn she had seen light colour tint his cheeks but it must have been a trick of the light from his own rosy coloured scouter.

“Now what woman?” He sounded as if it had almost killed him to question her, however he couldn’t quite hide the curiosity that was prominent in his raspy voice. All thoughts of ending her miserable existence temporarily cowed.

“Ok, grant me access.” Bulma told him as he recognised a foreign communication link waiting for a response from his scouter.

Bulma pressed a few dials on her scouter after Vegeta paired their communication links. “I’m sending you some information on Frieza’s Empire. You see, I not only managed to hack into the Saiyans data base but I was also able to hack into Frieza’s too. It wasn’t that difficult if you knew what to look for.” She explained proudly as she watched data and figures flit through her screen.

She had kept the scouter in the event that she would have needed to make a speedy getaway and wasn’t able to gather any of her belongings from Cabba’s place. She hadn’t wanted to carry all her capsules with her on her little mission. Besides she wouldn’t have been able to keep them all on her anyway.

“Impossible.” Vegeta muttered as he read through the data his scouter was receiving. She was sending him enormous amounts of information on Frieza’s Empire; planets under his rule, planets he was targeting and data on every single being under his command.

“As you can see Vegeta, Frieza has been targeting Planets under your rule specifically.” Bulma told him.

“I knew that already woman.” He grunted at her as if she had insulted his intelligence.

Here she was giving him loads of worthy data and he was too prideful to even admit it. ‘What an ass.’

“I’m more use to you alive than I am dead Vegeta.” Bulma bargained. At this he turned towards her and cocked an eyebrow in her direction.

“You’ve just given me a whole frame worth of important data you foolish woman. I doubt you could be of any more use to me. And I’m sure I would not find it too difficult to pry that scouter from your dead body.” He told her.

She just smiled. “What an ungrateful jerk. But your arrogance will be your downfall my Prince.” She told him sarcastically. “You see Vegeta, there’s so much more you don’t know and even if you do take my scouter, I’ve encoded and encrypted all my data which is so heavily protected that I doubt there’s anyone in the universe who could breach my barriers.” She declared.

Vegeta frowned. ‘And she called him arrogant.’ She had proven to be remarkably intelligent and he couldn’t deny it. Not with the facts right in front of his own eye. But she was definitely a liability he couldn’t afford. She could prove to be a hindrance in the future. But if she was speaking truthfully, which he had no doubt she was, then she would most definitely be of great use to him for now. He could always kill her after that.

“Let’s make a deal shall we?” Bulma ventured, her spirits at seeing him inwardly debate on not killing her rising hopefully.

“You are in no position to proposition me woman.” He snarled at her.

“Oh I think I most definitely am in one to proposition you Vegeta. You see, if you kill me, you lose everything that you could benefit from. But if you keep me alive without any benefits then I would refuse to give you what you need.” She promised.

“I could torture it out from you.” He shrugged carelessly.

“You could.” Bulma agreed, already ahead of him on that one. “But then I could just self detonate the explosives inside of me and kill myself. Not to mention take a whole damn army of Saiyans with me.” She stared at him with fierce conviction.

“You wouldn’t.” Vegeta denied. Not about her killing an entire army of Saiyans, but killing herself.

“Wouldn’t I?” She dared him to try her, determined blue eyes sparking challengingly at his black eyes of endlessness.

“What is it that you want woman?” He asked her, always being one for getting straight to the point. For the first time since he had set his sights upon her he was beginning to see more to her than the eye could. She was determined and fierce but there was something odd about her. She had intelligence yes, but she was after something. She wanted more. She was scheming towards a greater goal.

“I can help you Vegeta. Look at this.” She told him, disregarding his question. Pressing a few more dials on her scouter she sent him more information.

“What?” He bellowed in rage. “No, that can’t be right. Your scouter must be malfunctioning or your data is incorrect.” He told her in utter disbelief.

Bulma shook her head. “Nope. That’s Frieza’s power level.” She wanted to smile victoriously up at him but refrained. He looked beyond angry and she didn’t want to risk being in the firing line of his obvious bad temper.

“But that, that’s …” He didn’t have to finish his sentence. She knew what he would say. “ … more than mine.” He turned to look at her. He pulled off the scouter from his ear and crushed it in the palm of his hands.

He turned his back on her and his hands went into his hair. “Listen, I can help you.” Bulma told him calmly. “I can help you to fight back against Frieza and buy yourself some time. Time to become stronger.” She chose her words carefully. She was definitely treading dangerous waters now.

He turned to stare maliciously at her. She watched as he materialised before her as fast as a flash of lightning, lifting her up by her throat. Her still wounded back scraping painfully against the wall as she was pulled up onto her feet and then completely off the ground. She hissed sharply, her bare feet dangling from her ankles, her toes trying to meet the security of the ground. Her hand instinctively went to his wrist trying to get him to stop choking her. It was then that she realised that his hold on her wasn’t suffocating. Although he held fastidiously onto her neck she could still choppily breathe in and out. She didn’t fail to realise though; that if he didn’t like what she said next he’d have no qualms about snapping her neck in two.

“Why would you do that woman?” He asked her. “You hate my people so much that you killed our King and seek revenge on us. So I ask again, why would you help me?” This time his hand squeezed around her neck in warning.

“You have something of mine that I want back.” She told him stiffly.

“Oh, and what might that be?” Vegeta questioned.

“My Planet.” Was Bulma’s only reply.


Vegeta paced in his chambers for what felt like the umpteenth time since he had arrived home last night. His strong fingers found their way through the mass of thick black hair that adorned his throbbing skull. He had not had a wink of sleep in … well three days if his mind served him right. And knowing his mind, it was definitely three days. He hadn’t slept a wink since before arriving on Vegeta-sei. Now was definitely not the time though. And besides, he had always been a firm believer in “you could sleep when you were dead”. His body required only rest to re-cooperate and keep up with his rigid routines.

However the weight of the situation he found himself in was beginning to weigh heavily on him and he needed to offload some of it. So he paced. It always helped him as if it allowed him to keep up with the furious pace his thoughts ran in when there were too many in his mind.

‘Curse that blue female.’ This was all her fault. However he was starting to see the definite bright side in this situation. More so than Bardock and Zorn. The two elder Saiyans had been furious and downright appalled that Vegeta would suggest they align themselves with the woman who had no doubt murdered their King but they didn’t really have a choice. He was their Prince after all.

That was another thing on Vegeta’s mind. He was the crown prince of his Planet and Empire but that bitch had robbed him from claiming his birth right. She had stolen the right to be anointed by his father’s blood after a glorious battle where he could display his undeniably, unequalled strength before all his people. Normally only at thirty years of age would the first born son be recognised as worthy of claiming the throne. Saiyans believed that a King should not engage in deadly battles or wars after coronation unless challenged. They always desired leadership and guidance. Saiyans also aged at a slower rate, so thirty was viewed as being at your prime. There were laws of course that would allow Vegeta to claim his birth right in the case of unforeseen circumstances but he didn’t think his father being killed by a human woman would befit those circumstances.

Saiyans were very set in the few rules that they did impose. And Saiyan hierarchy demanded that no Saiyan could be deemed worthy of ruling or of elite status if they died a shameful death. In fact, death in itself was a shameful thing. Saiyans prided themselves on their battle prowess and dying to anyone below your rank was seen as an abomination. If you had to die, it was expected – no demanded of you – to die in a manner significant enough for acknowledgement.

Vegeta may not have been known to show such knowledge in his heritage or culture, but he was highly educated in his ways and being naturally of high intelligence had always found it easy to grasp concepts. Especially ones that concerned him.

He knew Bardock and Zorn would never question their loyalties or even think of challenging Vegeta but what of the others? The younger generation who weren’t privy to what his father and he did for them. What about those who held jealousy and anger towards the royal family? It was not easy ruling after all, there had to be people who begrudged them. This was not good. An inter-race war could lead to worse things. They were not in a position to deal with one. It would leave them open for Frieza to strike. And undoubtedly more Planets under their rule would deflect. ‘Damn it all to hell.’

Frieza. It was unimaginable to think that the blasted Ice-jin was stronger than he was. But what if Frieza was? Vegeta could not risk being defeated by the Ice-jin. Or possibly killed. That reality was very possible.

The Saiyan Prince was just about to blow a hole through his chambers when a sharp knock sounded at his door. It took him a while to calm down and compose himself again during which time the brass knob was hit more persistently against his door. This did not help his temper.

“Enter.” He barked out.

“My Prince, it’s an honour to finally meet you.” Kakarot bowed before his Prince, his right fist loyally placed against his left pectoral where the emblazoned Saiyan crest was stamped upon.

“You may rise.” Vegeta inclined his head in a small nod. He sized up the warrior before him with his sharp mind. “I have a task for you.” Nineteen years was still considered young amongst his people and yet the Saiyan before him seemed wiser than his years and stronger than his class. Only confirming Vegeta’s suspicions that the young Saiyan needed to be better watched. After all, the young were more susceptible to rebellious streaks.

“I would fulfill any task prescribed to me to the best of my ability.” Kakarot nodded in assurance.

“Good. I require you to watch over someone for me. Guard them during every second they are not in my presence. You see they have proved to be rather dangerous when provoked and although they have acquiesced to working for me they may still be a threat to me and our people.” Vegeta explained watching the taller Saiyan’s every facial feature.

“Forgive me my Prince, but why would you want me to protect someone who possibly is of danger to us?” Kakarot frowned.

“I said guard Kakarot. Not protect.” Vegeta watched the younger Saiyan’s frown deepen and he sighed softly. “You are to ensure she stays away from trouble while she renders her services to me. It is important she works for me but I do not trust her in the least. Her actions of late have been less than honest.” Vegeta explained.

Kakarot nodded silently. “I understand Prince Vegeta. However if you don’t mind me asking, who is she?”

Ah, a good question. “An Earth woman called Bulma.” Vegeta watched as Kakarot’s lightly tanned skin paled in the bright lights above him before he regained his impassive mask. “Will that pose any problems Kakarot?” Vegeta asked, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Of course not Prince Vegeta. I assume it is because I know of her that you have required my duty?” Kakarot wisely asked.

Vegeta found Kakarot’s phrasing of his sentence very interesting. “Of course.” The Prince nodded. “You should know that I fight my battles very strategically.” He smirked as Kakarot frowned at his words again.

“I will not disappoint you my Prince.” Kakarot vowed as he thumped his right fist against his chest again.

Vegeta nodded his approval before briefing Kakarot on his task at hand. “You may leave.” He dismissed Kakarot after he had said all he needed to say. The third class warrior bent his waist to bow to his prince before he turned to leave once more. “Did you help her escape?” Vegeta asked simply. He had waited for Kakarot to turn around because he knew he’d be able to read more from the Saiyan’s tense shoulders, stiff back and bristling tail than from his placid features. He watched as Kakarot turned around to face him, a mild mask of confusion donned in the time it took him to face his Prince.

“No my Prince. I visited her only to ask why she had been in the dungeons. Forgive my curiosity and foolishness.” Kakarot lied easily, comforting himself with the fact that he hadn’t really lied.

Vegeta took a step towards the taller Saiyan. His dark eyes lifted to penetrate right through his inferiors own eyes and smash against his skull. “And did you? Find out why she was there?” Vegeta asked very softly and slowly. His voice even and controlled.

“She told me you were punishing her for being unwilling.” Kakarot searched for the right words.

Vegeta was less annoyed at the woman’s audacity to lie about him from the relief that washed over his riled up senses. Vegeta simply nodded and turned his back on Kakarot successfully ending their conversation and dismissing the younger Saiyan from his chambers.

He had no need to justify himself to a third class warrior or fully involve the other Saiyan in his plans. Even if he were the son of Bardock and brother to Raditz. He was the Prince of every single Saiyan. And if need be, he could flush out Kakarot as easily as he would the woman. When the time was right!

He watched her as she floated in the healing liquids of the regeneration tank. Her peaceful stance encouraging guilt from him as he thought of his conversation with his Prince.

Kakarot was unfailingly loyal to a point where he could be accused of being foolish. However, he knew not better for that was his upbringing. His father and elder brother had instilled noting but Saiyan righteousness into his being until he was overflowing with “proper decorum”.

This was an ideal opportunity for him to establish his worth amongst the Saiyans. As he grew he was continuously having to prove himself. It was a challenge he took to heart, trying every day to rise to meet it. More so now since all the burden of being named firstborn son weighed heavily upon his shoulders. “You have strong shoulders my son, you are capable of carrying them.”

He recalled his father’s words with pride. Although it still stung to come to terms with the fact that he was carrying his sibling’s rights now. Something that never seemed to sit well with him.

However Kakarot believed that he would not jeopardise protecting Bulma over his duty. He believed that he could do both. He would prove to his father and Prince that he was worthy of moving up the ranks and maybe he would be given more challenging battles to engage in. While doing so he would be there for Bulma as he had wanted to all those years ago. He believed he was receiving a brilliant opportunity that was meant for him to succeed in. How wrong he was. Not realising the lives of those you intertwined yours with could screw with your destiny like a twist to your tail.

He watched the healing fluid drain from the tank as Bulma’s sparkling blue eyes opened slowly. She was lowered slowly onto her feet without the liquids to keep her afloat. She looked quizzically at him for a few moments before the corners of her mouth lifted silently and she nodded at him.

He handed her a towel and offered her a small smile of his own. Yes, everything would be just fine from now on. “Please don’t ask me to help you escape again.” He told her softly. Then he would have to choose duty over her. And he would.

“I won’t.” She assured him and smiled at his bewildered expression. He wasn’t very clued up on what was going on between Vegeta and her but he didn’t dare question the Prince. So he had known his only option was to be answered by Bulma.

“You won’t?” He asked dumbly.

“Right now I just need a nice hot shower and some clean clothes.” She told him. “Escaping is the furthest thing from my mind.”

“So you are planning on escaping then.” He said as if he had just caught her doing something very naughty.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Kakarot what do you want?”

“The Prince asked me to be your personal guard.” Kakarot told her. And for the first time he was a little worried for her safety. Even with the knowledge that it was he who would be protecting her.

“Should have known.” Bulma muttered. She couldn’t have really expected the aggravating Saiyan Prince to let her roam around freely after what she had done.

“What have you gotten yourself into this time Bulma?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“You don’t want to know.” She sighed.

Kakarot seemed to be a very literal person. She couldn’t tell yet if that made him stupid or naïve. “Why wouldn’t I want to know? I asked you.”

“That’s a question you should ask yourself Kakarot.” She winked smartly at him as his frowned deepened. “Come on now, this stuff is starting to dry on me.”

Vegeta was thoroughly displeased and slightly discomforted by the idea of that blasted female dressed in his own garments. She wore a black training suit that lightly skimmed over her curves as it wasn’t her size. He was in no doubt that she was completely naked underneath his clothes and the thought made his skin crawl. However he couldn't have her traipsing around the Castle lest she rise suspicions; so he had had no choice but to ask Kakarot to keep her in personal chambers. They would have to work relatively unnoticed.

She was intelligent yet wickedly crafty. She definitely had the feminine wiles down to an art form. As he entered his chambers he watched her lounge on the carpet of his entrance room, bare footed, her back leaned against his rich burgundy chaise, one leg bent at the knee as she tossed her capsule into the air before catching it again.

The third class was sitting on the chaise above her and Vegeta noticed Kakarot’s leg was touching the woman’s shoulder lightly. Vegeta was suspicious about the air of comfort between the two that permeated his chambers. It was strange and he didn’t understand it. This was a woman who had claimed to hate all Saiyans. There was obviously much more to this pair than he initially suspected.

Upon his arrival Kakarot sprung to attention and bowed to him. He did not fail to notice that all the blue haired woman did was turn her head to acknowledge his presence. And he also noticed the shift of uneasiness and tension that now stifled the calmness in the room until only an awkward almost buzzing silence was heard.

Vegeta ignored Kakarot as he walked towards the woman on his floor. She immediately rose, standing defiantly before him, defiantly and … proudly.

“Kakarot, carry the woman, we will fly to her dwelling now.” Vegeta addressed the younger warrior without so much as sparing him a look.

As Kakarot made to move towards Bulma she spoke.

“You stink! There is no way we’re going anywhere with that foul stench following us.” Vegeta was in no doubt as to what she meant. He had been battling Nappa at almost full strength ensuring Nappa received the beating the old fool deserved for punishment while venting his own anger.

“Bulma.” He heard the other warrior in the room call out to her in warning.

However she paid no mind to him, tossing her head to the side defiantly. Vegeta knew what she was doing. She was trying to insert some claim into their dealings. Showing that she held some power in her situation. A begrudging approval of her strategy had the Prince refraining from strangling her with his bare hands.

He stepped closer towards her, almost invading her personal space. The tension in the room immediately heightened as Vegeta watched her stare challengingly at him. All the while a bewildered Kakarot looked from one to the other.

“It is extremely unwise to trifle through my belongings woman. Furthermore I will not tolerate your disrespect towards me. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. You are a weak alien female who will do well to remember her place and where she belongs. Is that understood?” He spoke quietly although every words meaning was not lost on the genius.

She shook her head and Vegeta frowned. “It isn’t my fault that you destroyed my clothing. So consider this …” She paused to sweep a hand slowly down her body, her palm skating over her full breasts, flat abdomen and curved hip to motion towards her borrowed outfit before she continued. “ … repayment for my dress. Considering I am an alien here, you will receive the respect that you earn from me. After all, you are not my Prince. Oh and worry not, I know this is not my place.”

He found himself utterly shocked by her outright verbal sparring with him and he wondered if there had ever been anyone who had owned enough wit or courage to mentally spar with him. Belatedly he heard Kakarot groan and Vegeta growled at her in annoyance advancing a little towards her, his fists clenched at his sides.

She didn’t budge. She stood her ground, gazing almost serenely at him. She refused to show any fear towards him. He enjoyed that far too much. And she would not let him impose himself on her. Never.

Poking a finger bravely into his chest she turned it around, imagining it was a dagger twisting into his heart. ‘If he did in fact possess one.’ She thought wryly. “Why don’t you go bathe now.”

He was gone before she could blink simply because he did not want to kill her for her blatant disrespect towards him. ‘Not yet.’ He tried to reiterate into his mind. Not yet.

Kakarot groaned again before he turned to grab Bulma by her arms. She released a shuddering breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding and allowed Kakarot to hold her steady on her feet as her shoulders slumped from holding them so stiffly upright. Her little battle of words and dominance with Vegeta was not going to be an easy one. She just needed to practice more and keep her mind strong. He would not be as easy as any other Saiyan being. His mind and willpower was certainly more developed than the rest of his kind. She rolled her eyes and sighed. No, it would not be easy at all.

The thirty-five minute flight to Cabba’s tiny stone house was dreadful. Her eyes burned from having to keep them open to direct Kakarot on their tour, her face stung from the sharp wind that pricked at her skin and her hair had dried into an unruly wave of frizz from the humid heat.

She hated flying, but at the speed Kakarot and Vegeta – who was right at their side – flew at Bulma considered herself lucky. When she had managed to bribe a Saiyan into taking her to the Castle he had flown rather slowly, not too high into the sky and she had had a cloak around her. Although that had been a safe flight it that had also taken almost an hour to reach her intended destination.

Kakarot slowed as she pointed out the small stone building, shrouded in darkness, erected a little away from the other buildings. They travelled in the almost setting sun of Vegeta-sei so as not to draw much attention to the Prince.

Now, seeing the familiar building she had lived in for almost five years she felt a slight sense of ease. It wasn’t home, she never referred to it as such or even entertained the thought but it had provided some sort of security for her. Regardless of how imprisoning it made her feel.

They entered the sparsely furnished house with trepidation and Bulma filled the room with light as she pressed into a wall panel.

“Where is your master?” Vegeta questioned.

“Off planet.” Bulma shrugged.

He didn’t believe her of course and he made a mental note to gather the truth from Zorn later.

‘Might as well get on with it then.’ Bulma thought. “This way.” She instructed as she walked through a side door.

“Stand guard outside Kakarot.” Vegeta ordered the other Saiyan out before following the retreating back of the woman.

He stood in the open doorway for a while before entering and closing the door behind him. He took in the distorted mess of the room that only had a large table in the centre of the room, a stool next to it and a tiny cot towards the side of a wall below a small rounded window. Everywhere else was cluttered with wires and metal, plastic, tools, paper and some dirty dishes or discarded clothes. Immediately he knew that her master had not been in residence for a very long while now.

Ignoring the trying mess the room was in Vegeta stepped towards the table examining what it carried with his eyes only. He made no comment and she offered none either. He watched as she pulled out a capsule from a drawer beneath the table and popped it open. A small box of some sort appeared and he watched her bend forward to rummage through it. A few more garments were thrown upon her cot before she pulled out a dress similar to the one she had worn when he had first seen her. Except it was a wild green colour.

“You are filthy woman.” He told her disgustedly as she gathered her bushy hair into a tight knot at the back of her head.

She turned back to frown at him as if she had not understood him. Then she looked around the small room as if seeing it for the first time before shrugging casually. “I’m not. It’s called a disorganised mess and at least I know where to find things.” She told him.

“You’re an idiot woman.” He told her.

“Do you think you could at least address me by given name instead of woman?” She muttered.

“No.” He replied simply and she sighed exasperated with him already. “Where did you get those ridiculous garments from?” He frowned at her clothes that he had never before seen or had knowledge of.

“It’s Earth clothing. I had Cabba bring over some material from off Planet and got someone to redesign clothes I felt comfortable in.” She shrugged again.

So her master had obviously been enamoured by her to indulge her in such trivialities. “Did he know of your scientific abilities?”

“No.” She shook her head.

Before he could question her further she turned her back towards him and started to remove the body suit from her.

“What are you doing woman?” Vegeta asked in confusion.

“What does it look like I’m doing Vegeta. Changing. I’m not going to be able to work in this suit.” She told him as she peeled the material from her body.

“Vulgar woman.” He cursed although he did not turn to look away from her as he stood almost entranced by her fluid motions. He scoffed. He refused to look away. He was a Prince who did not need to offer any false sense of chivalrous behaviour towards this female.

She laughed softly and it sounded sweet, melodic almost real. He frowned. Since when did he decipher sounds of laughter. He noticed her supple legs and perfectly rounded bottom was pale and smooth, her skin flawless and obviously soft. And then his gaze travelled upwards at her back which was decorated with white scars. He almost flinched at seeing the damage his own beatings had inflicted but shrugged it off. She deserved it.

“I am not ashamed of my nudity Vegeta. I have no reason to be. Besides, I have been seen more naked in my life than I have been clothed.” She shrugged as she pulled the material over her head. As she slipped on the dress he caught sight of pink tipped breasts that were rounded nicely and perked proudly. She shimmied her hips to fit more comfortably into the dress, smoothing her palms over the material before she turned around to face him, pushing a few strands of rebellious hair from her face. “I do not think your race could shame me anymore.” She told him coldly.

It was the truth and she hated them for it. “Ok, let’s get started.” She told him as she sat upon the stool aside the table. She pulled out a tablet from another drawer under the table and he had no doubt it belonged to her master and powered it up. She beckoned to him with her hand without taking her eyes away from the machinery.

Vegeta watched patiently as she showed him Planets that the Ice-jin ruled. “But we’ve travelled through this galaxy before. There was nothing there. Your co-ordinates are obviously wrong.” Vegeta frowned.

She shook her head at him before picking up a piece of parchment and a pen. “Nope. The planets are definitely there.” She told him while she made some scratches on the paper.

“What are you doing?” He asked her.

“Making notes obviously.” Bulma told him.

“Woman that writing is undecipherable.” He scowled at her.

She rolled her eyes at him and ignored his complaints. “Ok, so the reason you couldn’t venture onto Frieza’s Planets is because he’s been using cloaking devices to make his empire undetectable from enemies.” She explained.

“Cloaking devices?” Vegeta choked out.

“Yep.” Bulma nodded. “I told you his technology has far since surpassed your own.”

He was momentarily stunned. Not that Frieza had managed to technologically surpass his kind but because he had outwitted him with plain technology. Compared to the Saiyans strength. And then the fact that none of them, not even Bardock, had managed to figure this out. None but a mere Earth woman.

“Take out your scouter.” She told him. Vegeta took out a new scouter that replaced the one he had broken earlier. Bulma sent co-ordinates to his new scouter. “Send some of your men there. Then you’ll see I’m right. But I will obviously have to build a device that will disable the cloaking devices first.” She told him and she scribbled some more notes onto her paper.

“You could do that?” He asked her uncertainly.

“Of course I can. I am a genius.” There was no falsity to her claim, nor arrogance in her tone, or a need to impress him. She spoke simply in truth with a thrill of something … excitement. Of course, she was thrilled to play scientist and experiment her expertise. As he lived for battle, she lived for technology. He loved his bodily strength, she valued her minds power.

“I’ll plan out everything I can and will do for you. Obviously I’ll need equipment and a little help sometimes. Sometimes, but not for the most part.” She told him and he just shook his head numbly, plans already whirring in his own mind.

“Why?” Bulma turned to look at him with a frown.

“Why what?” She asked him.

“Why would you do his for a race you claim to hate so much?” He elaborated wanting to know the truth.

“I told you. For my Planet.” Bulma stared at him.

So she was sticking to that then. Fine. “And what do you plan to do with a Planet already bought and inhabited?”
“Ah well it won’t be inhabited for much longer Vegeta. Once I prove my worth you’re going to have Earth re-purged for me.” Bulma told him as if it were a done deal.

“And if I do re-purge it for you, then what? You will go over, claim the Earth as your own, rule it? What rebirth new earthlings?” He laughed harshly at that idea. But his laughter was cut short by the look of pure anger and determination on her face.

“That's it, isn't it?” He told her shocked. “You’re going to try to make the Earth into what it was aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She told him simply.

“How do Earthling’s procreate?” He asked her bluntly.

“The same way that Saiyans do.” She replied just as bluntly.

“You know of other Earthling elsewhere.” It wasn’t a question and so she didn’t bother answering him. He stared at her for a long moment. “And you believe you can, don’t you.” Again, not a question.

“Why not?” Bulma shrugged. “Adam and Eve did it.” She looked back towards her tablet, scrolling along it while making more notes on her paper.

“Adam and Eve?” Vegeta questioned.

Bulma sighed. “Earthling’s believed that a singular God created the Earth. He then birthed man, Adam, from clay and later a woman from Adam’s ribs for a wife. They then populated the Earth.”

“That is the worst kind of mythical rubbish I’ve ever heard.” Vegeta sneered.

“Maybe.” Bulma agreed. After all, she was a scientist. It could just be that man evolved from apes. Look at the Saiyans after all. They possibly could be her ancient ancestors who were still evolving. She inwardly laughed at the thought. “Anyway, for now I suggest you tell everyone that your father has managed to infiltrate Ice-jin territory.” Bulma suggested.

“What?” He frowned sharply at her.

Bulma sighed. “You obviously can’t tell them he’s dead right? And besides, people will start to wonder where you’ve managed to gather such valuable information from. That should cover up everything. It’s extremely dangerous and so of course it’s top secret and only you are in direct contact with him. Blah, blah, blah.” She waved a hand dismissively in the air.

She did not notice the frown that became extremely thoughtful as the Saiyan Prince mentally commended her idea. Indeed she was proving to be more use to him than he could imagine. But he wasn’t fooled by her usefulness.  

“How can you trust me to keep up my end of the deal?” He questioned again.

“I don’t.” She replied truthfully and he frowned more deeply – if that was even possible for him – upon her.

Of course she couldn’t trust him and she was definitely smart enough to know this. But if she was in doubt of that, then why was she still helping him?

“So that does not honestly answer my earlier question of why.” He sneered at her.

‘And for now it never will.’ Bulma inwardly smiled smugly. “Don’t worry Vegeta, you will receive all the help I can give.” ‘And then some.’ She added mentally. “And I do this all in the hopes that I will realise my dreams. Dreams that I have worked years to make a reality. It was either barter like this with you or die in vain.” She explained.

He stared at her for the longest time possible before walking towards the door. He could understand her ambition. And yet he knew someone of her intelligence had a better plot than this. She couldn’t secure what she wanted by helping him. So in doing so, she had to be helping herself too.

In time, Vegeta would come to learn of how right his suspicions really were …