Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Strength of Love ❯ How to Tame a Kakarrot ( Chapter 5 )

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The Strength of Love

Chapter Five: How to Tame a Kakarrot

A smile formed on her lips as she thought up a plan of what her father had asked her to do. `If he is to stay here on his own free will, then he needs a reason to want to stay.' Bulma's brillant blue eyes lit up. `And I just might be the reason. . .'

If she planned it out right, the warrior named Kakarrot would be all hers to wrap around one of her delicate fingers, not to mention the fact that her every whim and desire would be at her fingertips with the supposedly strongest being in the entire universe at her side. . .not that she didn't mind it. She always had admired strength-hell, she grew up around it her whole life. But as an added bonus, Kakarrot had the looks as well. He was handsome when dormant, and absolutely striking when angry. The more she thought about it, the more appealing Kakarrot seemed to her.

Not to mention that this would be her first time ever engaging in anything remotely related to the field of this kind. Sure, she had manipulated a lot of people in her life, but never had molded one to become completely infatuated with her. She briefly wondered if she had the power to do so, then threw out her doubt altogether. It was a new challenge, one of those exciting puzzles that never failed to stimilate her mind. Her smile grew wider with that thought.

She approached another hallway and heard footsteps coming towards her. Bulma rolled her sky blue eyes up to the ceiling of the large ship. Not him again. When would this moron give up? She came to a stop when she located the source of the noise. "Yamcha."

The dark haired man's eyes lit up when he saw her. "Bulma. . ." His black pupils looked around for any of the usual quasi-machines that always followed this beauteous young woman and was visibly satisfied when he didn't find either one.

He blocked her path to Kakarrot's room, whether it was intentional or accidental, Bulma didn't care. "If you don't have anything useful to say, then move the hell out of my path," she said as she tried to push past him. However, he wouldn't budge. Bulma let out a deep sigh as she put her hands on her hips. "What the hell do you want now, Yamcha?"

He gripped her arms and pressed her back to the wall. "To finish what we started earlier." His mouth desended towards hers.

Bulma rolled her eyes again as she slammed her knee into his groin. He immediately released her and doubled over in pain. "Look, you docile little puppy-I apologize that I don't have the time to once again put you in your place, but I need to get somewhere, and staying here chatting with you is a waste of my valuble minutes." She walked away from the man who was grabbing his crotch, doing everything that he could to ease the intense sting that Bulma had given him.

The woman flipped a few of her blue strands over her shoulder and continued her way to her destination. What a half-wit imbecible. `But,' Bulma sighed in her thoughts. `He is only a Chikyuu-jin, the reason why he is such a weakling. . .'

She had her hand on the door to Kakarrot's room when the intruder alarms of the ship sounded. "What the hell. . .?" Bulma turned and ran down the hallway to her father's chambers.

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Vegeta's dark eyes scanned the large docking room that his space pod was dragged into. He knew that the ship was gigantic, but he would never have guessed that it was capable of containing a room of this caliber. There were other smaller pods in the vicinity, but the prince presumed that they were not like his own, filled with captives. His attention went to the high metalic balconies that lined the walls and noticed that they were becoming loaded with the ships inhabitants. Well. . .this would prove to be most interesting.

He then noted two familiar figures that entered the room. He growled when he saw the raven head and the cerulean hair. The bitch and her little cur. A dark smirk creeped its way across his face. He would give anything to tear the two apart. However, against the odds of one versus at least a hundred of strong fighters that stood in the room, he supposed that he would have to wait for his chance.

The blue haired woman decended the stairs towards Vegeta's pod. She called three of the warriors from above to pry open the intruder's container. The prince readily prepared to defend himself. But then, Vegeta found the door of his pod forced open, himself yanked from his round shelter and in a arm lock.

The woman smiled. "So, you chased us. You have a lot of gall, I'll give you that." A wicked smile formed on her lips as she moved to stand in front of him. "You must be tired from your long journey. Seventeen," she called out to the android positioned behind her. "Show him to his new room. Oh, and please do remember to give him the `royal treatment'. We wouldn't want to show any disrespect to a part of the royal family, now would we?"

"You are correct, Bulma. I must be sure to show him my manners after all," Seventeen said as he stepped forward and grabbed a hold of the prince's spandex collar. "Come, Your Majesty," the black-haired android said mockingly as he dragged the Saiyan from the room. "Your royal chambers await your favorable presence."

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As it turned out, Vegeta's `royal chambers' was a small room nearly the size as a small closet. The walls were painted an interesting shade of tan, not quite bright, but definitely not dark. There was not much inside of the room, save a bed and a toilet for him to do his business. The Saiyan prince supposed that he was located somewhere on the lower level on the ship, since there were no windows in the room to gaze out at the numerous stars. Not that he would have any time to, however. He needed to think of a plan. . .to get both Kakarrot and himself off of the ship. Brute strength would not eliminate the legion of warriors outside of the locked door on the far wall of his cell, although it would indeed help. The only real threat to his plan was the bitch and her two bitches. He needed enough energy to deal with them after he disposed of the other idiots of the ship.

One gloved hand came up to wipe the blood from his regal lip. His `royal treatment' was what he alleged to be a beating by his dark haired jailer. Even though his pride told him that the thrashing was of menial substance to him, Vegeta's mind had to admit that the little dog had one hell of a punch. The prince felt the air hitting the hot bruises on his face and sharp pain in his middle. He would have to make sure that he repaid the fool for his generosity.

Vegeta was on his guard when the door slid open. His eyes narrowed when he spotted the color of radiant blue. She would actually have the audacity to talk to him now, when all he wanted to do was to snap that pretty little neck of hers?

"I hope you're enjoying your stay here, Prince Vegeta," the young woman spoke as she took a few steps forward. "It's been a long time since we had so many visitors." The Saiyan no ouji growled and launched himself at her in a blind rage, except he wasn't able to reach her, due to her dark haired bodyguard who held him away from her.

"Now, now," Seventeen said as he tightened his grip. "Is that any way to show gratitute for her gracious hospitality?"

Bulma smiled as she crossed her arms. "I have to give it to you, Vegeta. Currently, we're at a loss of ideas of what to do with you. You see, we weren't expecting your sudden visit, and father doesn't exactly want to destroy you, since he prefers to keep some sort of peace with your race-"

"If you wanted that, bitch, then you wouldn't have taken Kakarrot away from his planet." He groaned in pain when Seventeen increased his pressure.

"Is that what you're after, my prince? Kakarrot?" Bulma laughed. "And here I thought you had decided to drop in for a rematch. I guess I was wrong about your pride."

"Personally, I could care less about that damn lout, but my father seems to want the moron back on Saiyan soil."

"Aww. . .isn't that sweet, Seventeen," Bulma cooed. "He risked his own life in order to conform to his father's wishes."

Seventeen smirked slighly, however keeping an impassive expression in his eyes. "Touching."

"But, I'm sorry to disappoint you, my prince. As you can clearly see, we are not in any position to give up Kakarrot. I believe I have already informed you of my father's brillant plan, and to give up the man that destroyed the most powerful being in the universe is not an option to us."

"Well then, bitch, might I remind you that I am a prince of a race of strong warriors and once they discover that their future king to the throne has been taken captive, there will be nothing to stop them from coming to eliminate you and rescuing Kakarrot and myself."

Bulma leaned forward, close enough for Vegeta to feel her breath on his cheek. "If that was an attempt to scare me, then I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken. You do not frighten me, Prince Vegeta. However, if you keep with these idle threats, then you will soon have something to fear from me."

"Fear you?" Vegeta let out a raspy chuckle. "And what could I possibly have to fear from you? You're a puny little woman with only a pair of snots to carry out your heeds; it would be silly of me to actually fear you."

Normally, Bulma would have beaten him until the insolence bleed from his open wounds-it was certainly what Seventeen was expecting, as well as anticipating. Yet, all the woman seemed to do was to smile sweetly. "Is that what you think of me, Vegeta? How very amusing." She placed a hand on her hip. "You'll be spending a lot of your time in this room. I hope you find something to keep yourself busy. Come Seventeen. We have some planning to do."

The sable-haired android was forced to raise an eyebrow. "Bulma?"

"Don't worry. He'll have enough time to learn his lesson. For now, we let him be."

Seventeen didn't agree, but released his hold on the Saiyan prince anyway. "As you wish." He followed Bulma out of the door and set the lock to the Saiyan's cell. "Mind telling me what that was all about?"

She turned to him. "Obviously, the prince considers me less of a threat than you and Eighteen. It amused me. Not many people would consider me weak after they had faced me in the battlefield."

"I'm shocked that you did not take the time to show him just how weak you are."

The corner of her mouth turned upward. "Did you not just hear what I said to him? He will learn his mistake, all in good time. However, father asked me to complete another mission and work comes before play. You know that, Seventeen. It is imperative that I recruit Kakarrot to our team, and father is counting on me to do that."

Seventeen's face changed from his usual uncaring manner to of slight fascination. "And how are you going to do that, when the man seems to despise our very presence?"

"Easy. I'm going to make him completely besotted with me."

"What?!" The android's eyes widened with alarm. "What kind of plan is that?"

"It's really quite simple, actually. If Kakarrot is undeniably enamored, then he will be very reluctant to leave me. And now with Monkey Prince coming to take him away," Bulma jerked her thumb at the door to Vegeta's cell. "Kakarrot would have no choice but to turn against his own kingdom. Our problem would be solved."

Seventeen placed a hand to his forehead and shook his head. "Bulma, that is one of the most retarded things that I have ever heard come out of your mouth. Kakarrot loves his planet too much to give it all up for you."

"We never know until we try."

"Okay. Let's say that this foolish little idea of yours does work. Kakarrot becomes madly in love with you. Don't you think he'll try to persuade you in coming back with him to Vegeta-sei?"

"He couldn't be that stupid. One-right now, I probably don't have the best of reputations on that planet, and two-he'll find out that I have no intention of leaving this ship."

"And don't you think he has no intention of staying here, Bulma?"

Bulma rose a thin brow. "Why are you so against my strategy, Seventeen. I don't remember when you have ever been so admant about helping me before."

"I'm not admant. I'm only suggesting that you think this more thoroughly."

"This plan is the fastest way. Any other would take up too much time. And in my opinion, this has to be the most effective way. There's nothing to worry about, Seventeen."

Giving up on the matter-for now-the raven-haired android shook his head. "I hope you're right, Bulma."

"Just wait, Seventeen," Bulma said, walking down the corridors to Kakarrot's room. "Just you wait."

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Author's Note: Well now, the plan is revealed and is about to be set in motion! How will Kakarrot fare against Bulma? And what is the jailed Saiyan prince going to do about his situation? Stay tuned for the next chapter! And as always, I hope you will review!