Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Variations of Fate ❯ Prudence ( Chapter 20 )
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By: CrystalTokyoPrincess 
The gravity chamber is now in progress.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
The gravity chamber is now in progress.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 609 | Status: Completed
"How was the Briefs woman?" King Vegeta questioned his son without skipping a beat, his obsidian gaze -- detached but scrutinizing -- following his spitting image. Schooled by years of politics, the elder Vegeta looked not in the least bit suspicious.
"Satisfactory. However, she is insufferably rude and ungrateful. She does not know her place," came the Prince's haughty rejoinder. He bristled with his next statement, "Her presence...is intolerable. She nags, she bitches..."
His complaints were interrupted by the King's mellow chortle. "Every woman is that way, son. Your mother could be the worst nag in the universe, but she more than made up for it."
"Do not compare that inferior being to my mother," Vegeta stated coldly, an eyebrow twitching delicately over onyx eyes.
"I'm not comparing her to your mother, only saying that she does have merits. She's brilliant and she's attractive. She'd be a worthwhile fling, I'd say. The smart ones make the most creative..."
"She's far too inferior for that, father," Vegeta stated and turned on his heel without so much as a respectful bow to his father. He stormed out of the the throne room, leaving the King to chortle at his own son's antics.
That's what you think now, thought the elder Vegeta before he glanced up at the surveillance system screen. He tapped a button on his chair and the screen came on; another button was tapped and the cameras followed the irate Prince to the training areas. But once you're with Sukena, you'll need a break every so often. Preferably with something even more attractive than Sukena...
===
Ava stiffled a sigh as she sat in the kitchen peeling vegetables and discretely watching Sukena's vain self-ministrations across the room. The self-styled future Queen of Vegetasei was watching herself in the mirror, trying on a variety of clothing and twirling in them.At the moment, however, Lady Sukena was in her underthings in front of the mirror, hands caressing the curves of her body while a smirk toyed at her lips.
Ava rolled her eyes at the noblewoman's antics and went back to peeling her vegetables, with greater furor it might be added. She's more enamored of her own body than she could ever be of that Prince. She needs a clone...of herself.
"Human!" Sukena barked out, her gaze not looking away from the mirror and the breasts cupped in her hands. Ava glanced up and stifled a sigh. "Human! Would you suspect someone so athletic would have so feminine a figure?"
"To be honest, no...but Lady Sukena, you are one of a kind," Ava intoned as she continued to peel vegetables. She bit back a grimace.
"I am one of a kind, aren't I? How can Prince Vegeta choose someone other than me?"
Well, you're annoying as Hell, was Ava's first thought, but her own conscience -- compounded by years of working for Sukena -- had her biting her tongue. "Well, I suppose he would choose the best consort...but then you do have the highest power level out of his possible consorts..."
"So I do...but that's not what I mean, human!" barked the Saiyan female.
"Yes, yes, I know, lady. I apologize profusely," said Ava as she continued peeling Vegetables, "I do suppose that if he was going for the most feminine, most physically beautiful, he'd go for you."
That, at least, appeased Sukena.
"Yes, yes I know. I am quite physically attractive," she said, cupping her breasts once more, her tail twitching behind her.
Ava bit her lip in order to avoid a comment that could have had her killed on the spot. Sukena continued to revel in her vanity.
===
The door to the apartment swished open and Savoya glanced up to see the figure of her entering roommate, a roommate who looked quite exasperated. With the ghost of a smirk toying at her lips, she set aside her reading material and stated, "How was the meeting with His Royal Highness?" The door swished closed behind Bulma.
"Insufferable! A day with him is like a day in Hell!" was Bulma's immediate response. She huffed her way over to the love seat and flopped down. "I've never met a more asinine individual in my entire life. Well...no. I lie. But he's a regular pain in the ass!"
"Bulma! Remember, he IS your Prince..."
"Yes, well, that doesn't mean I have to like him, does it?"
"Well, no...but speaking like that could be considered treason by many."
"Treason or not, they won't kill me. King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta need me to complete the gravity technology."
"Well, Suhyo could do it, couldn't he?"
"Well, yes, but it would take him longer...considering that most of the blue prints still exist up here..." she tapped her head, tossing a devious grin Savoya's way, "or in files encrypted in a way unusual to encrypted Saiyan files."
Savoya shook her head, but a smile tugged at one side of her mouth. "You are a naughty one, you know that?"
"On the contrary, I'm rather angelic. Weren't you making soup earlier?"
"Yes, it's still sitting on the stove, on the 'low' setting."
"Aha!" Bulma hopped up and went to get herself a bowl of it. "So how did training go today?"
"Same as normal."
"Got your ass kicked or kicked ass?"
"A bit of both. Sukena took another day off from training, and I was so looking forward to at least getting a boot in her face today..." drolly said the Saiyan as she lounged across the couch, reading a printout.
"Hmm. Wait until I have a day off and can watch you kick her ass..."
===
A whoosh of breath rushed out of the blue-haired woman's mouth as she skidded to a halt in front of the 'office' of King Vegeta. By the time indicated on the security touch screen beside the door, Bulma was ten minutes late. She tapped in her security code and -- when the lock clicked open -- attempted to slip quietly through the doors, despite her full knowledge that she was late and that there was no way her late entry would go unnoticed. She was, after all, an integral part of this meeting.
Several faces, some delicate in their amusement and others sneering openly, greeted her entrance: Salrud and the Prince, for instance. Bulma quickly made the choice to avert her attention from them and ignore them; this was in part due to King Vegeta's rejoinder.
"Ah, Miss Briefs," the King intoned -- his countenance bland, to boot. "Thank you for joining us. We've been discussing the basics with Suhyo--" this was said with a sweeping hand gesture to the director, "--until you could arrive, but he said that it would be best if we discussed materials with you. Please take a seat."
"I apologize for my tardiness," Bulma bowed to the King and took her seat -- which incidentally was right beside Prince Vegeta. The two avoided looking at one another or aknowledging the other.
The King looked at the two of them, the barest of amused smirks hidden beneath his beard. "Nonsense. Now Miss Briefs, tell me. Given all the materials needed for the completion of the gravity chamber, how long would it take for you to complete the project?"
"Well...I know all the materials I need, but I'm a little unsure on the programming as of yet. Oh, here," Bulma withdrew a set of datapads from her bag and passed them around the table. Suhyo winked at her and Bulma had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. She looked down at her datapad, "Unfortunately, some of the materials may have to be purchased from Frieza unless you could get them on the black market. I've devised some of the materials, like energy absorbation and reflection tiles and panelling."
Suhyo cleared his throat. Bulma gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Suhyo. I wanted it to be a surprise for you."
"No, no, it's quite alright, child. Continue."
Bulma bowed her head respectfully to Suhyo and then continued with her explanations, "The tiles I'm proposing aren't anywhere near as efficient as the materials we could buy from Frieza -- I tested them and a scrap sample of the material left over from the construction of the training arena. BUT, there're a few added bonuses."
She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that the Prine raised one of his eyebrows.
"The synthesis should be cheap, reliable and quick on the scale of mass production, although in the long run it would be more cost effective to buy the material from Frieza or on the black market. For now, though, these tiles should work. If I can eventually get those alloys from the Ice-jins, I can rig it up so that the energy absorbed is refocused in a similar manner as it was directed at the walls." Bulma paused thoughtfully for a second, "Or I could program something that can reshape the ki blasts entirely...but anyhow! If we go with the tiles for now, we can mass produce them and store them and replace them as needed. They will need regular replacement and I'll have to devise some program to say just when they need replacing, but that should be a fairly simple algorithm.
"Um, at any rate, I have marked through everything that I can easily make or make do with something we have on Vegetasei. Furthermore, I have marked through what I came up with -- even with some difficulty -- that could have been bought from Frieza and would have clued him into the fact that we're building something different and new here."
Bulma paused and took a deep breath, considering the Saiyan males around her. "I feel some perspicacity in keeping Frieza ignorant of what we're doing. From what I've been privy to in the files about him...he's not someone to be trifled with in any way, shape or form. He might feel threatened by this OR he might want the technology for himself. I don't want my research, much less my father's research, falling into that monster's hands. Knowing what this technology could do and knowing that Frieza can destroy a planet of his own power, I don't think any of you would like to see that happen, either."
With that said, she looked each man squarely in the eyes. Suhyo nodded his approval. King Vegeta nodded his agreement. Salrud glared. Prince Vegeta was a stony and expressionless as he always seemed to be while taking in information. The other military men in the room just blinked dumbly.
"But, on a lighter note...it shouldn't be that expensive, what we need to buy from him, that is. Click on the 'next' tab."
Salrud slipped out of his seat when he saw the total, leaving a plethora of other male Saiyans and one female Earthling peering over at him.
"Really, it's not THAT huge of a budget considering..."
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"Satisfactory. However, she is insufferably rude and ungrateful. She does not know her place," came the Prince's haughty rejoinder. He bristled with his next statement, "Her presence...is intolerable. She nags, she bitches..."
His complaints were interrupted by the King's mellow chortle. "Every woman is that way, son. Your mother could be the worst nag in the universe, but she more than made up for it."
"Do not compare that inferior being to my mother," Vegeta stated coldly, an eyebrow twitching delicately over onyx eyes.
"I'm not comparing her to your mother, only saying that she does have merits. She's brilliant and she's attractive. She'd be a worthwhile fling, I'd say. The smart ones make the most creative..."
"She's far too inferior for that, father," Vegeta stated and turned on his heel without so much as a respectful bow to his father. He stormed out of the the throne room, leaving the King to chortle at his own son's antics.
That's what you think now, thought the elder Vegeta before he glanced up at the surveillance system screen. He tapped a button on his chair and the screen came on; another button was tapped and the cameras followed the irate Prince to the training areas. But once you're with Sukena, you'll need a break every so often. Preferably with something even more attractive than Sukena...
===
Ava stiffled a sigh as she sat in the kitchen peeling vegetables and discretely watching Sukena's vain self-ministrations across the room. The self-styled future Queen of Vegetasei was watching herself in the mirror, trying on a variety of clothing and twirling in them.At the moment, however, Lady Sukena was in her underthings in front of the mirror, hands caressing the curves of her body while a smirk toyed at her lips.
Ava rolled her eyes at the noblewoman's antics and went back to peeling her vegetables, with greater furor it might be added. She's more enamored of her own body than she could ever be of that Prince. She needs a clone...of herself.
"Human!" Sukena barked out, her gaze not looking away from the mirror and the breasts cupped in her hands. Ava glanced up and stifled a sigh. "Human! Would you suspect someone so athletic would have so feminine a figure?"
"To be honest, no...but Lady Sukena, you are one of a kind," Ava intoned as she continued to peel vegetables. She bit back a grimace.
"I am one of a kind, aren't I? How can Prince Vegeta choose someone other than me?"
Well, you're annoying as Hell, was Ava's first thought, but her own conscience -- compounded by years of working for Sukena -- had her biting her tongue. "Well, I suppose he would choose the best consort...but then you do have the highest power level out of his possible consorts..."
"So I do...but that's not what I mean, human!" barked the Saiyan female.
"Yes, yes, I know, lady. I apologize profusely," said Ava as she continued peeling Vegetables, "I do suppose that if he was going for the most feminine, most physically beautiful, he'd go for you."
That, at least, appeased Sukena.
"Yes, yes I know. I am quite physically attractive," she said, cupping her breasts once more, her tail twitching behind her.
Ava bit her lip in order to avoid a comment that could have had her killed on the spot. Sukena continued to revel in her vanity.
===
The door to the apartment swished open and Savoya glanced up to see the figure of her entering roommate, a roommate who looked quite exasperated. With the ghost of a smirk toying at her lips, she set aside her reading material and stated, "How was the meeting with His Royal Highness?" The door swished closed behind Bulma.
"Insufferable! A day with him is like a day in Hell!" was Bulma's immediate response. She huffed her way over to the love seat and flopped down. "I've never met a more asinine individual in my entire life. Well...no. I lie. But he's a regular pain in the ass!"
"Bulma! Remember, he IS your Prince..."
"Yes, well, that doesn't mean I have to like him, does it?"
"Well, no...but speaking like that could be considered treason by many."
"Treason or not, they won't kill me. King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta need me to complete the gravity technology."
"Well, Suhyo could do it, couldn't he?"
"Well, yes, but it would take him longer...considering that most of the blue prints still exist up here..." she tapped her head, tossing a devious grin Savoya's way, "or in files encrypted in a way unusual to encrypted Saiyan files."
Savoya shook her head, but a smile tugged at one side of her mouth. "You are a naughty one, you know that?"
"On the contrary, I'm rather angelic. Weren't you making soup earlier?"
"Yes, it's still sitting on the stove, on the 'low' setting."
"Aha!" Bulma hopped up and went to get herself a bowl of it. "So how did training go today?"
"Same as normal."
"Got your ass kicked or kicked ass?"
"A bit of both. Sukena took another day off from training, and I was so looking forward to at least getting a boot in her face today..." drolly said the Saiyan as she lounged across the couch, reading a printout.
"Hmm. Wait until I have a day off and can watch you kick her ass..."
===
A whoosh of breath rushed out of the blue-haired woman's mouth as she skidded to a halt in front of the 'office' of King Vegeta. By the time indicated on the security touch screen beside the door, Bulma was ten minutes late. She tapped in her security code and -- when the lock clicked open -- attempted to slip quietly through the doors, despite her full knowledge that she was late and that there was no way her late entry would go unnoticed. She was, after all, an integral part of this meeting.
Several faces, some delicate in their amusement and others sneering openly, greeted her entrance: Salrud and the Prince, for instance. Bulma quickly made the choice to avert her attention from them and ignore them; this was in part due to King Vegeta's rejoinder.
"Ah, Miss Briefs," the King intoned -- his countenance bland, to boot. "Thank you for joining us. We've been discussing the basics with Suhyo--" this was said with a sweeping hand gesture to the director, "--until you could arrive, but he said that it would be best if we discussed materials with you. Please take a seat."
"I apologize for my tardiness," Bulma bowed to the King and took her seat -- which incidentally was right beside Prince Vegeta. The two avoided looking at one another or aknowledging the other.
The King looked at the two of them, the barest of amused smirks hidden beneath his beard. "Nonsense. Now Miss Briefs, tell me. Given all the materials needed for the completion of the gravity chamber, how long would it take for you to complete the project?"
"Well...I know all the materials I need, but I'm a little unsure on the programming as of yet. Oh, here," Bulma withdrew a set of datapads from her bag and passed them around the table. Suhyo winked at her and Bulma had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. She looked down at her datapad, "Unfortunately, some of the materials may have to be purchased from Frieza unless you could get them on the black market. I've devised some of the materials, like energy absorbation and reflection tiles and panelling."
Suhyo cleared his throat. Bulma gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Suhyo. I wanted it to be a surprise for you."
"No, no, it's quite alright, child. Continue."
Bulma bowed her head respectfully to Suhyo and then continued with her explanations, "The tiles I'm proposing aren't anywhere near as efficient as the materials we could buy from Frieza -- I tested them and a scrap sample of the material left over from the construction of the training arena. BUT, there're a few added bonuses."
She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, that the Prine raised one of his eyebrows.
"The synthesis should be cheap, reliable and quick on the scale of mass production, although in the long run it would be more cost effective to buy the material from Frieza or on the black market. For now, though, these tiles should work. If I can eventually get those alloys from the Ice-jins, I can rig it up so that the energy absorbed is refocused in a similar manner as it was directed at the walls." Bulma paused thoughtfully for a second, "Or I could program something that can reshape the ki blasts entirely...but anyhow! If we go with the tiles for now, we can mass produce them and store them and replace them as needed. They will need regular replacement and I'll have to devise some program to say just when they need replacing, but that should be a fairly simple algorithm.
"Um, at any rate, I have marked through everything that I can easily make or make do with something we have on Vegetasei. Furthermore, I have marked through what I came up with -- even with some difficulty -- that could have been bought from Frieza and would have clued him into the fact that we're building something different and new here."
Bulma paused and took a deep breath, considering the Saiyan males around her. "I feel some perspicacity in keeping Frieza ignorant of what we're doing. From what I've been privy to in the files about him...he's not someone to be trifled with in any way, shape or form. He might feel threatened by this OR he might want the technology for himself. I don't want my research, much less my father's research, falling into that monster's hands. Knowing what this technology could do and knowing that Frieza can destroy a planet of his own power, I don't think any of you would like to see that happen, either."
With that said, she looked each man squarely in the eyes. Suhyo nodded his approval. King Vegeta nodded his agreement. Salrud glared. Prince Vegeta was a stony and expressionless as he always seemed to be while taking in information. The other military men in the room just blinked dumbly.
"But, on a lighter note...it shouldn't be that expensive, what we need to buy from him, that is. Click on the 'next' tab."
Salrud slipped out of his seat when he saw the total, leaving a plethora of other male Saiyans and one female Earthling peering over at him.
"Really, it's not THAT huge of a budget considering..."
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