Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge: An Earthling's Retribution ❯ Chapter 6

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Chapter Six

“Absolutely not!” He snarled his denial at her, not bothering to grace her presence below him with even a look.

Bulma squinted as she shielded her eyes from the strong sunlight of Vegeta-sei. ‘Gosh, I really need some sunglasses.’ She absently thought as she looked down at the dusty red grounds of sand she stood upon.

Sighing she plopped down heavily onto her bottom and slumped her shoulders. She kept her legs bent at the knees so her bare skin wouldn’t burn from the heat of the fine particles of sand. She would obviously have to wait a while for his lordship to give her his full attention from his training. The man was obsessed. Sure Saiyans preferred nothing better than to fight since they celebrated everything with a battle, even death, but Vegeta was a class act.

Ever since she had given him Frieza’s power reading he had become obsessed with surpassing the Ice-jin. She hardly ever saw him do anything else. She wondered if he even slept. However that was not her concern. She had come to seek permission from the monkey but she had no doubt she would have to melt in the harsh sun light until he took a break from his intense training. Either that or he became too annoyed with her constantly staring at him.

It was strange but she actually enjoyed watching him train. At first she had just glowered at him because she knew it annoyed the hell out of him and he would give in to her quicker. However it wasn’t until later on when Vegeta had made a very peculiar comment, which had almost sounded like he had been flirting with her, had Bulma realised she actually enjoyed her little breaks from being cooped up indoors all day.

“If I didn’t know any better woman, I’d think you actually enjoyed watching me train.” He had arrogantly told her a while ago. Bulma was no prude, she had always enjoyed ogling eye candy before but ever since coming to this Planet she had been too disgusted with its male species to admire any man. However she guessed as she wasn’t required to bend over and play bitch to anyone and everyone it was easy to watch someone who definitely had a hot body. The thought didn’t make her feel dirty like she thought it would and she guessed it had less to do with the Saiyan himself and more to do with the fact that Vegeta had never violated her before. Well not sexually at least.

Bulma was glad she had come prepared and with her thick rubber gloves still on her hands she relaxed, using a single palm on the ground to keep her steady. Head lolled back, one hand shading her face from the blazing sun Bulma watched Vegeta with narrowed eyes.

He was training with only his spandex pants and gloves on; armour, shirt and boots lay forgotten on a sand dune near him. He performed a set of intricate yet graceful katas that made him look uncannily like a ballet dancer with his broad shoulders and narrow hips. Bulma snorted at this. If the prince knew what she was thinking he’d probably blast her just for the thought. Perspiration formed tiny droplets on his muscular body, trickling down his bronze skin, making it seem like he had been glazed in honey and Bulma thought he could have easily posed for a magazine back on Earth. He was dreamy, she’d give him that, however even if he wasn’t the Saiyan Prince of the nation that had robbed her of everything she still wouldn’t do him. He was a jerk, plainly put. The man was beyond arrogant, couldn’t string more than three words together most of the time and his pride she bet, was bigger than his … dick.

‘Yep, he definitely is one.’ She smiled at that and looked away, neck aching from holding one position for more than five minutes.

Out of the corner of her eyes she peered at Kakarot standing rigidly away from her as if he were sculpted from stone. He was less antsy when alone with her but it seemed in front of his almighty Prince, Kakarot was another person completely.

Three weeks since she had made her little pact with Vegeta and it was easy to pretend she wasn’t in her own personal hell. Most of the time. She had more freedom now that she wasn’t petrified of what would happen to her if someone came across her alone, since she was always guarded by Kakarot. It had also brightened her dull spirits considerably since she was allowed to work for a change. And she didn’t mean by lying on her back.

Bulma also had someone to share her work with. Kakarot’s father, Bardock, was more intrigued by science than battle and after begrudgingly accepting her obvious intelligence his hatred for her had lessened. Especially after she showed him what she could do. She couldn’t blame him for despising her or not trusting her considering he knew of what she had done to his King. But there were times when she wanted to laugh in his face and tell him he was an idiot. For everyday she had to gaze upon the faces of those who had annihilated her entire race with demanded respect. Of course he may be more scientifically gifted for a Saiyan, but he was still a million times stronger than her, so she had wisely held back her tongue. Also it was difficult at times to remember why she hated him when she’d look up at him and find the resemblance between him and Kakarot so uncanny she couldn’t help but smile. Not that Bardock would ever grace her with his son’s rare showcases of fondness though.

Kakarot was surprisingly less cruel for a Saiyan. She sensed a deep sense of loss within him. And she could only assume it was due to the fact that he had been introduced to death at a tender age. Even Saiyans had feelings, even if they didn’t express their emotions because they believed it posed weaknesses that made you vulnerable to your enemies. They were skilled to supress emotions where humans were strong believers in embracing and fearlessly expressing emotions. But that didn’t mean they lacked the capacity to feel; no matter how masterfully they concealed it. And she could tell that Kakarot had been very fond of his elder brother. However with no mother and his brother – who had been his only constant – now dead he was obviously lonely. More so since …

Her thoughts were cut short when a pair of dusty feet landed strongly before her causing sand to rise around it. She stared up at Vegeta’s face, beaded with perspiration she noticed his skin looked slightly darker than usual from the long hours of training he did in direct sunlight.

Vegeta was the complete opposite of Kakarot. He was proud, hard and cold like a rock and she assumed being a Prince that was how he was supposed to act. But then she had realised it wasn’t an act. There wasn’t a soft bone anywhere in this man. He cared about no one. Possibly, not even for himself. She saw how recklessly he engaged in battle, uncaring if he broke bones or scarred flesh. His single purpose was to grow stronger. And she frowned. A man like him had no weaknesses. It was daunting thinking she had taken on someone she could not expose to her dark ways by preying on his weaknesses. But she comforted herself with the thought that she would not have to take him on at all. If all went as planned that was.

“I am not changing my mind.” He told her sternly.

Bulma stood up and dusted the sand from her black shorts. “Listen, you’re being ridiculously stubborn. I can’t begin working on anything without proper material.” She wanted to milk her situation for as much as possible and going of planet was for materials as much as it was for herself.

It was the perfect opportunity to get of this wretched ball of fire and explore other planets. Also, it was an ideal opportunity to gather some important materials for her own personal use.

“I remember asking you to compose a list and get Bardock to go.” Vegeta told her.

“He can’t possibly recognise everything that I would need. He can’t even comprehend some of my designs. It will waste valuable time. You’ve already announced to everyone that you would be striking against Frieza soon. You are delaying the process.”

She could see his frown of agitation at her words. He hated when she was right and he hated it more when she brought Frieza into her bargains. He drove a hard bargain, but so did she.

“I don’t trust you woman.”

Bulma rolled her eyes at him. “Kakarot will be with me at all times. You don’t have to trust me Vegeta.”

“I don’t trust him either.” Vegeta spared Kakarot a flitting look before returning his piercing gaze onto her.

“You don’t?” Bulma asked in surprise. If he didn’t trust Kakarot then why had Vegeta asked him to watch her? Why not Nappa or someone of higher ranking? And then it hit her, ever since Kakarot had visited her cell when she had been caught for murder, Vegeta wanted to keep an eye on Kakarot as much as he wanted to watch her.

Vegeta just shook his head at her question and Bulma sighed. “Is there anyone that you do trust?”

“Myself.” Again she wondered if this Saiyan possessed any weaknesses. Then her eyes widened from a light bulb idea but Vegeta immediately cut off her train of thoughts. “No. I do not have time to model around the universe with you woman and I am not a personal chauffer.”

She hated when he did that. Cut of anything that she would say from looking at her eyes before she said it. Sometimes she wondered if he knew what she would want to say before she even thought it. ‘Jerk.’

“Fine, then build the damn equipment by yourself. I’ll even hand you all the blueprints.”

“Stop pestering me woman. I have training to do.”

“Urgh.” Bulma screeched, hands dramatically cutting towards her sides before she turned to walk away from him.

“Six days.” Bulma turned around slowly to stare at him, not sure if she had heard him correctly. She watched him carefully.

“Six days?” Bulma questioned nervously.

“You heard me. Take that lap dog of yours and go before I change my mind. But if you’re not back in six days then you will pay for it.” Vegeta warned.

Bulma’s eyes lit up like blue fire and she smiled beautifully at him. At last, she was getting to leave this planet even if it was for a short period of time. That was when she frowned.

“Six days? Vegeta, it will take three days for us to travel to Planet Leets.”

Vegeta shrugged. “So? You will only need a couple of hours at most to gather what you require and then come straight back here.”

“But – ” Bulma was silenced by a large palm held before her face.

“No more. Now leave before I change my mind.” He growled in warning at her.

“Fine.” Bulma turned to walk away. “Jerk.” She muttered, bottom lip protruding to blow up her bangs from her forehead in exasperation.

“I heard that.” He snarled at her.

“Good.” She muttered before walking more briskly; lest he release a ki ball at her unsuspecting back. Although he had managed to contain some of his temper around her she trusted him as much as he trusted her. “And you assigned Kakarot as my guard. So he has no choice but to follow me around all day and night. He’s not a lap dog.” Bulma threw over her shoulder.

~~~o0o~~~

“Can’t we eat first?” Kakarot moaned as he rubbed his rumbling stomach.

“You can eat on the ship. I’ve capsulized enough food for us.” Bulma rolled her eyes. Kakarot’s appetite was far worse than any other Saiyan she had come across. His appetite was simply insatiable.

Knowing not to argue with that stern tone of voice from Bulma – unless he wanted his ears to start bleeding from her endless screeching – Kakarot wisely shut his mouth and walked towards their destination by her side. She had made him fly deliberately slower than usual to the docking bay and he had hated it as much as she had loved it. She fidgeted too much in his arms, “oo-ing” and “ah-ing” at everything, and he became more restless and hungrier.

But he could see the joy in her face at having gained permission from Vegeta to go to Planet Leets and he enjoyed the real smile on her face. It was the first he had ever seen from her and he felt as if it could light up an entire night sky with its radiance. Not the fake one she plastered sarcastically for everyone else’s benefit. She hadn’t wasted any time when Vegeta had miraculously given her his permission and now they were nearing the entrance of the docking bay.

As they approached they both stopped walking as they saw Vegeta lounging against a small ship, hands crossed over his muscular chest, one leg propped up on the metal outside.

Kakarot bowed and Bulma raised an eyebrow at him. Vegeta ignored her questioning look and nodded at Kakarot. It seemed like the woman was becoming too familiar with her surroundings and she was beginning to take liberties with him he did not like. However her spark intrigued him and he was beginning to wonder if he should first play with her a little when the time came to end her life. It would prove rather amusing. Yes, he would sincerely enjoy crushing her spirits.

“A word, Kakarot.” Vegeta demanded as he walked away from the ship and a few steps away from Bulma. He watched as she shrugged and wandered over towards the ship. ‘Inquisitive thing.’

As he spoke softly to Kakarot his eyes remained watchful of the woman lurking around the ship. She walked around the spacecraft, lovingly caressing its exterior before crouching down to inspect underneath it. She then stood up again and walked inside the ship. Not trusting her in the least, even though he had sensed no trickery from her, he decided to send Kakarot off. He walked behind Kakarot noting that he still did not smell the woman on the young Saiyan. Either they were being extra careful to keep it a secret from him or they really weren’t engaging in sex. The latter he didn’t believe.

He stepped onto the ramp of the ship and watched the woman fiddle with the control panel.

“Six days from today woman.” He reminded her.

She shook her head at him. “No Vegeta. Six days from tomorrow. You didn’t tell me we had to leave today. That was my idea. So considering I have outsmarted you in our little agreement I will not fear your wrath on return.” She winked at him before engaging the ship into flight sequence.

He snarled in annoyance at her knowing that she was right and it would be pointless to argue with her. She had outsmarted him. However he doubted she could get up to any mischief while away. He had put her on an extremely tight schedule with a very short leash. He enjoyed that thought very much and felt reassured.

He did not bother to dignify her annoyingness with an answer and hearing no denial from him she again winked boldly at him before returning her attention towards the control panel once more. Kakarot gave him an unhelpful shrug and Vegeta, more aggravated than ever, flew off the ramp and away from the docking bay.

~~~o0o~~~

“What happened to him?” Bulma asked softly, trying to inject her voice with a bravery she did not feel. She did not want to inquire into Kakarot’s personal life however being naturally inquisitive she couldn’t hold back the question. Especially since they had been talking about Raditz. Kakarot had been sharing stories of his elder brother, who he clearly admired grandly, with her over lunch.

He didn’t look at her and if it weren’t for his Saiyan hearing or the way his chewing slowed from its regular jaw-breaking fastness Bulma would have thought he hadn’t heard her.

“He was protecting a Planet Frieza blew up from space.” He answered her simply and Bulma felt her chest constrict at the pained expression in his deep eyes. They looked empty and eternally sad. And she immediately swallowed, not wanting to feel any sympathy for him. However it seemed like her fondness for Kakarot could not be shut down like her other emotions.

Bulma covered his clenched fist on the table with her own small hand. Unsure of the action but feeling right in doing so anyway. She looked nervously up at him and tried to offer him a small smile of comfort but found her lips frozen from the intense look he gave her. Turning his fist around he opened his palm and held her hand. A current of emotion shot up her arm and her chest constricted for him. In that moment he looked more like a lost nine year old boy than a brave nineteen year old warrior.

“About fifteen years ago some Tuffles that had managed to escape Vegeta-sei after the Saiyan-Tuffle war had come back seeking revenge. They had somehow managed to regain strength in numbers using warriors from different races and other planets. A war broke out. I must have been no older than three at the time. I wasn’t a strong child and so mother had taken it upon herself to train me instead of sending me off on missions like the other kids. Raditz said it was because I looked so much like my dad that I was her favourite.”

“Kakarot …” Bulma’s protests died on her lips as she sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t looking at her now; his eyes were focused on an empty point of space nearby. She knew he was lost in remembering his past and curiosity kept her quite. Eager to hear his story, battling with not wanting to feel any remorse for him and wondering why he was telling her all of this in the first place.

“The Tuffles were smart, attacking the weaker beings of our race that were living on different parts of the planet in smaller numbers. The third class Saiyans were the first. I remember her fighting so fearlessly. Every blow that she dealt was done with such passion and I vowed I’d fight as she did. She must have aroused similar feelings in the Tuffles. She had just protected me from over fifteen Tuffle soldiers. I can still see their bodies lying in piles outside. Then two more came. They were stronger than the ones before and mother was tired. Yet she still gave it everything she had. But they were too strong for her.”

His hand tightened around hers and Bulma’s fragile fingers felt like they would break from his strength. However she didn’t protest, she couldn’t. Her tongue felt glued to the roof of her mouth. She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for a scared three year old to have to witness his mother being murdered in cold blood. Saiyan or not, he had been helpless to save her, and that had to hurt.

“I tried to save her. I kicked and punched just like she had been teaching me, even bit and scratched.” His lips curled into a wry smile. “But it was of no use. One of them caught me by my tail and all I could do was hang from it in abandoned pain. She tried to get up. Tried to help me and I wish she hadn’t. He enjoyed her passion he told her. And he raped her while I watched. I’ll never forget his eyes. Empty pools of glowing green.”

Bulma gasped. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse. And yet she could finally understand why Kakarot despised rape and was unconsciously so protective of women.

“I cried for them to stop but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He beat her so badly I couldn’t even recognise her anymore. Do you know what was the worst part, all those screams that echoed in my ears and not one was from her. It was all me. She hadn’t even whimpered in pain. And I wished they would have just killed her then. End it all so she didn’t have to suffer anymore … so I didn’t have to witness her suffering. I shamed her that day.”

“No, of course you didn’t.” Bulma shook her head forcefully.

Kakarot ignored her protests though and as if in a daze he just continued to speak. Whether he was aware he was speaking to her or not; Bulma couldn’t tell. “She was just a pool of red blood then. I could only make out her shiny hair lying loosely around her. It was so black it seemed to shine deep blue at times. Like yours.” He turned to look at Bulma, his haunted eyes focusing on her deep blue tresses.

“I don’t remember much after that. Only the rancid smell of blood and the warm scent of reassurance that normally surrounded my mother, that was soon eclipsed by the suffocating stench of death. I felt power surge into my veins just before I blacked out. Raditz found me a while later. Hours maybe or it could have been days even, I don’t know.” Kakarot shrugged. “He beat me senseless after that. Told me my mother would have been ashamed of me if she were there. She had given her life for me and I should repay her by becoming stronger not whining like a brat.”

Bulma looked horrified by this. It proved how Saiyans beat emotion out of their young, blindly calling it weaknesses. And yet Bulma’s heart ached at the thought of a baby Kakarot not receiving any empathy or comfort after everything that he had endured.

However he squeezed her hand and shook his head. “Raditz was all I had. Father was so busy in the Labs or away on missions that Raditz took on the burden of training me. It wasn’t easy I’m sure, I was a real brat. Energetic and strong, always searching for a release, but not possessing the ability to focus or concentrate long enough to learn control. Raditz persevered though, he thought me how to contain my power and become stronger. Then one day he left, and he never came back.”

When Kakarot’s dark eyes, etched with unbelievable pain and hurt, settled onto her again Bulma looked away as if the spell his story had created had just been broken. Colours and sounds blurred into her mind again as if seeping through the dark space they had created by remembering and imagining the pain. Reminding them that they weren’t the only two people in the building. Not liking this conversation one bit Bulma snatched her hand away from Kakarot’s as if he had burned her. She couldn’t afford to care for Kakarot. It was a weakness she was in no position to harbour and even though she liked him she didn’t want to be involved in his issues.

She was a badass bitch out for blood, she wasn’t here to get emotional over a boy who had his feelings hurt and had to grow up fast.

“You remind me of her. That blue hair, it made me think of my mother.” At those words Bulma felt the back of her eyes prick with unshed tears and she wondered what this Saiyan was doing to her. She was a cold woman, she cared only for revenge and regaining what she had lost.

“You’re a great guy Kakarot.” She heard the husky words that escaped her lips before she even felt them brush against her mind. Fortunately she was spared from any further sappy emotions when the server from the restaurant they had been lunching at appeared with more food for Kakarot.

Bestowing one of his rare boyish grins on her he attacked his food at full force, the sadness and tension disappearing from his body. She marvelled at his strength and at how he had grown so humble with the demons of his past. She felt a small twinge of shame at how she had dealt with her own ghosts and she cursed Kakarot for sharing his past with her. It was time to pretend again. Pretend this conversation had never happened.

“Kakarot, do we have to leave today?” Bulma whined as she gave her Saiyan guard her best pout.

Kakarot frowned at her. “Yes Bulma. Vegeta was very clear about our time limit. And you managed to sneak in some extra hours as is. He’ll be royally pissed if we don’t arrive back as expected.”

Kakarot was right. She had managed to complete all the shopping for Vegeta and also purchase things that she herself had required. With the amount of shopping she had been doing it wasn’t too difficult a feat to convince Kakarot her goods for her own experiments was for Vegeta. More so since he hadn’t a clue what most equipment did and he showed no interest in learning either.

However Planet Leets was dull and boring. Its chilly atmosphere not a place she would have chosen for her first off planet visit. Not that she had had a choice in the matter. And though she had managed to find everything she needed here it still sucked. She wanted to visit some place better. A planet that could at least remind her of home. Somewhere where she could find a beach or hell even a river or stream. She wanted fresh air and flora.

“What if I told you we could leave the day after tomorrow and still reach Vegeta-sei on time?” Bulma smiled almost vindictively at Kakarot.

He frowned at her question. “How?”

“Well, I’ve managed to buy some pretty powerful nitrous here and I was thinking, if I could modify the ships engine to work like a Saiyan space pod and ensure it uses oxidized nitrous to propel the ship in space, we could be travelling at way over a speed of a thousand kilometres per a minute.” Bulma babbled.

Kakarot could only stare open mouthed at her, some sauce from his meal dribbling down his strong chin. Noticing that Bulma had finished speaking he slowly closed his mouth and swallowed his food without properly chewing it first, too stunned to speak. With a tool in her hands, this woman was capable of doing anything?

Rubbing the back of his hand against his mouth, regaining himself from his dumbfounded-ness, Kakarot looked thoughtfully at his charge. “You know, it really has been a while since I had a chance to get off planet.”

Bulma’s eyes widened at this. “Oh please say yes Kakarot. It would be so much fun.” She tempted.

“I’ll say yes on one condition.”

“Anything.” Bulma nodded vigorously.

“I choose where we go to.”

At this Bulma frowned a little, her dazzling smile diminishing as she felt the prospect of Kakarot choosing a destination for them would be boring. But he could always not agree to this plan and spy on her to Vegeta so she guessed she would have to compromise here.

“Ok.” Bulma nodded extending her hand out to Kakarot. “But it better be some place fun.”

Kakarot grinned widely at that and engulfed her smaller hand in his larger one. “Deal.”

~~~o0o~~~

“Thank you.” Bulma smiled genuinely at Kakarot before she turned back to gaze at the red sphere they were fast approaching.

They were almost nearing Vegeta-sei and they had been exhausted from their little detour off of Planet Leets. Once Bulma had quickly managed to modify their space ship they had taken off to Planet Namek. It hadn’t even taken them a day to reach the planet.

It was amazing how Kakarot had managed to take her to a world she would like as if he had conjured one up specifically from her thoughts.

The planet was beautiful. Gorgeous green skies bathed lush blue terrain where green water ran peacefully along mountain beds. Tiny, white domed shaped homes dotted the planet and housed a peaceful bunch of Namekians. It had been a wondrous sight to behold. So reminiscent of what West City used to look like back on Earth.

Bulma had enjoyed meeting a friendly race that was so intelligent and endearing that it had made her laugh for the first time in years.

“There’s no need to thank me. I did it for you as much as I did it for myself.” Kakarot told her honestly.

She nodded yet couldn’t help the content smile that graced her full lips. Yes, she understood the connection he had on the planet and with its people but she was glad he had taken her there. It helped her believe again. Not all planets and every being in the universe were murderous or evil. There was still good out there.

 “Thank you.” He spoke so softly she had almost not believed she had heard him.

“For?”

“For not telling Vegeta.”

Bulma sighed. “Since you were honest with me and trusted me with a secret of this magnitude you deserve the same. I didn’t tell Vegeta because I knew it wouldn’t help me. If I thought it would have, then I wouldn’t have kept it a secret. Also, I’d never intentionally hurt them.” It was odd speaking words of truth for the very first time since she could remember being on Vegeta-sei. And to a Saiyan nonetheless. But it felt surprisingly appealing, as if the words had somehow lightened her darkened spirits.

Kakarot smirked at her and she thought he looked rather devilish when she could only see his side profile, black hair sticking up on ends. He didn’t reply and neither did she. They just buckled their belts and waited to land in a companionable silence.

Bulma gathered her wandering thoughts and banded together the strange emotions that had been let loose in the six days she had been away from Vegeta-sei. Locking them away in a cold place where only her natural instincts of survival and her burning desire for revenge was stored. She donned on a cold, impassive mask and wore an air of emotional detachment to face what lay before her.

She was not done yet and she could not afford to be side tracked …

~~~o0o~~~

~ Six months Later ~

Bulma looked down at Kakarot’s sleeping form. She brushed a few strands of stray hair from his face before stroking his strong cheek gently. She smiled sadly before turning away from him.

She felt a rush of guilt at her actions swell up inside her but she immediately forced it back down. She took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she opened her eyes. They seemed to be empty and withdrawn from sparking with laughter moments ago.

She had been groaning about Kakarot’s bad table manners while eating and he had opened his stuffed mouth to apologise when she had shot him a disparaging look of disgust. He had blinked and made to swallow his food. But as he often did when he rushed to speak while eating he had not chewed the morsels of meat properly before swallowing.

He had choked and she had had to go over and knock at his back while he struggled to snort and spit out the offending food that blocked his windpipe.

Her hands had hurt from slapping at his steel like back and she later regretted the action.

‘Damn Saiyans.’ She muttered as she focused on the present again. Bulma ensured her capsules were securely stored in her dress pocket before checking that her syringe was safely harnessed inside her leather thigh garter. Face set in steely determination she walked out the door.

She lit a cigarette while she walked and puffed at the tobacco stick with relish. This was the perfect opportunity and she couldn’t waste it. She had waited six months to accomplish this little goal and she was not going to let a little thing like her fondness for Kakarot dissuade her now. Eight years of misery could not be extinguished by six months of some kind of bizarre friendship. The only small pang of guilt she had felt was having to slip sedatives into Kakarot’s food to keep him ignorant of what she was up to. However the guilt was miniscule at best, he would awaken unharmed after all.

It had been a relatively easy six months for her. She had fallen into some sort of dysfunctional routine. She worked from Cabba’s home for the most part which she was grateful for. After creating satellites that could disable cloaking devices Vegeta had gone off to destroy planets in Frieza’s rein with his army behind him. That meant she hadn’t had anyone breathing down her neck continuously. Bardock often came by to monitor her progress and would offer help when she needed it but he wasn’t persistent in his inspections. Sometimes Zorn would come by and he would be the only one besides Vegeta to rile her up and get under her skin.

He addressed her as “whore” and she hated it, however she managed to ignore his derogatory tone and scathing comments. Ironic, but she had learned that not responding to his hatred infuriated him and got him to leave sooner. She momentarily pondered whether she should take care of him but shrugged, deciding he wasn’t worth her personal effort.

Since Kakarot never understood any of her experiments he didn’t bother her while she worked. It was foolish but she knew he trusted her. And she used that to her advantage. During the times she was left unguarded she had managed to brew up her next scheme. After all she wasn’t going to just sit back and work for the demanding Vegeta only. Oh no, while forced to be here she would make the most of it.

Bulma threw her cigarette away from her and tapped her scouter to get a more accurate reading on her target before increasing her pace. Stopping a few miles from where he was training she stood behind some large rocks, stalking her prey.

She smiled wickedly as she watched his muscular yet compact frame start to bulge muscles in strain. Removing her scouter and encapsulating it she dropped it safely unto the ground. Straightening her dress, pinching her cheeks and puckering her lips she walked out from behind the rocks.

“Hi.” She called seductively to gain his attention.

He turned around and stared menacingly at the intruder before recognition flashed in his dark eyes. His bothered look turned into a lecherous smirk and Bulma smiled sweetly at that.

‘That’s right you bastard, I’m here just for you.’

She put one booted foot before the other and walked towards him. Slowly, hips swaying seductively, breasts pushed out temptingly and a siren smile adorning her glossy lips. She would not be a sexy woman to indulge in this time though; she was nothing but a harbinger of death …