Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Veil ❯ Shadows ( Chapter 3 )

Bulma and Vegeta were still glaring at each other, when King Vegeta noticed the exchange of deathly glares.

King Vegeta cleared his throat, "Vegeta, YOU will escort our guest to the science department. Is that clear?"

Bulma looked down at her bowl of food, a sinking feeling overcoming her stomach.

Vegeta growled as he looked at his father in a disgusted manner. "Hn," was all the reply he would give. Anger was beginning to bubble up, how could a Prince be forced to escort a lowly and UGLY looking creature as that Chikyuu-jin female?

By now Bulma had completely lost her appetite and only picked at her food, waiting for the almighty 'Royal Pain in the Ass' to finish his breakfast.

Vegeta practically threw his spoon back into the empty bowl and stood up, his features giving off a venomous glow. "Let's go, I don't have all day."

Bulma bit her tongue, trying desperately not to retort that HE had been the one taking his sweet time. She stood up with her head bowed, and bid the King farewell.

King Vegeta sat back on his large seat, finding the actions of his son and guest quite amusing. He called out to Bulma, "In one week's time I shall visit the science department. If nothing has changed, consider your death guaranteed." He laughed cruelly and continued eating

The pace of Bulma's heart quickened as she heard this, she quickly scurried out of the room following Vegeta. His pace was fast and she had trouble keeping up, after five minutes of this she began to grow frustrated and stopped dead in her tracks refusing to budge.

Vegeta continued down the hall, unaware that Bulma was no longer following. Only as he curved towards the stairwell, did he notice that she was no longer behind him. Grumbling, he retraced his steps back to where Bulma was standing with her feet firmly planted on the floor and a scowl gracing her face. "Baka Onna, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Bulma folded her arms and glared at him, "I can't keep up with you. You're going too fast!"

Vegeta scowled at this remark, "Is it my fault that you are a weakling and too slow?"

Bulma stomped her foot in frustration, "I thought Prince's were supposed to be gentlemen, not egotistical pigs!"

Vegeta's temper flared at the remark, no one had ever dared to talk back to him. In an instance he closed his large hand around her tiny throat and squeezed it, pushing her back against the wall.

"Watch what you say, woman. I will not tolerate insubordination from a low-class, ugly looking wench such as yourself. You are nothing but a lowly servant and you had better treat me with respect or I'll have you in my father's whore house faster than you can say Super-Saiya-jin. Got it?" He growled menacingly into her ear.

Even though it shouldn't have, his words had cut deep. She felt her air supply being cut off and she struggled slightly to get free. Her fingers wrapped around his unusually large hand and she tried to pry them off. "Let go, you're hurting me!" She finally managed to choke out.

Vegeta smirked and released his grip, she fell to the floor on her knees. He looked down at her and snorted, "Pathetic." He slowly began to walk away, expecting her to follow.

Bulma felt her eyes begin to water, try as she might she not stop the tears from falling from her eyes. She let out a strangled sob, still shaken by the fact that she was almost killed.

Vegeta stopped and turned, finding Bulma still on the floor, he growled in annoyance. "Well, servant, are you coming." It was more like a demand than a question.

Bulma held back another sob when she felt someone tugging her arm and pulling her up. She looked up, surprised to find herself staring into the eyes of the Saiya-jin who had brought her here.

Radditz had seen the entire ordeal. When the Prince had pushed her against the wall, he felt a strange anger rising up inside of himself. He had to force himself not to interfere, for that would lead to much worse things for himself and the little ningen.

But as the Prince walked away, he could not help himself. And so he stepped out of the shadows and gently helped her to her feet, he hid his surprise at finding her looking so.. unattractive. Somehow he knew that she had purposely dressed this way, for reasons he could not determine.

Bulma's eyes widened in astonishment at her savior. "Radditz.." She breathed out in relief.

Vegeta turned around and narrowed his eyes. He could not believe that one of his elite guards was helping a lowly earthling. "Radditz!" He barked out, "Let go of that filthy weakling. She does not deserve to be helped."

Once Bulma was in an upright position, Radditz did as he was told and let her go, "Forgive me Vegeta no Ouji. I was told to escort her to my father's laboratory and I came in search of her when she could not be found. If I may by permitted, should I escort her to the labs? That way you can continue your training without any interruptions."

Vegeta contemplated this though for a while and then nodded in agreement, "Very well. I have better things to do than take out the trash." He said this whilst looking at Bulma.

Bulma felt her face heating up at the comment and looked down at the floor, standing partly behind Radditzs' large frame and using it as a barrier against the cruel prince.

Radditz bowed slightly and waited for Vegeta to leave. As soon as he was out of ear shot and out of sight he whirled around, anger contorting his face, "What on Vegeta-sei did you say to make him THAT angry?"

Bulma shook her head, "All I said was that I thought Prince's were supposed to be gentlemen, not egotistical pigs. I didn't say anything else! It's not as if I said anything remotely ruder!"

Radditz found himself chuckling inwardly, his expression calmed slightly, "Next time, do not say such things. They will only anger him further and you're already treading in thin ice. My advice is to stay away from him while you are here, avoid him at all costs and you will be fine." He looked deep into her crystal blue eyes, hidden behind her glasses. He tried not to smile as he noticed the fire held beneath them.

Bulma frowned, making a face. "Trust me, I will gladly not speak to him! What an asshole! I swear if I was as strong as him, I would kick his short behind all around the universe!" Her eyes began to sparkle in amusement at the thought.

Radditz held back a laugh at this remark. "Come, I will take you to my father." He was about to carry on walking when he stopped.

Bulma looked at him quizzically.

Radditz frowned slightly, "I have a question."

Bulma nodded, "Go on.."

"What are those strange things on your head, covering your eyes?" He blurted out.

Bulma blushed slightly, "They're called glasses. It's for people who can't see very well, whether its from a distance or from close up."

Radditz grew even more confused, "Surely you do not need them. You saw fine without them before, did you not?"

Bulma shifted her eyes side to side, "Uh well, it's just a sort of disguise technique. I'm hiding how I really look from everyone. Only you and Bardock know how I really look, please don't mention to anyone else that I never used to wear them before. Or my entire idea for wearing these stupid things will be ruined!"

Radditz nodded, "Very well. You Chikyuu-jins have such strange customs, what with your dressing up in different attire and odd words. My father told me how you taught him the word 'brockfest'. Are such things as meal times worth the trouble of naming?"

Bulma smiled at his naivety, "It just makes things simpler, that's all."

He nodded again and motioned for her to follow him, now remaining silent and reflecting on the beauty she held before she transformed herself. The truth was that he found himself liking the look of her either way. To him looks were petty and frivolous but he could not help remembering how she looked before she decided to dress this way. If he was honest with himself then he knew that he was beginning to become quite taken with the small blue-haired female.

Bulma padded along softly beside him, not finding the silence uncomfortable. She hummed quietly to herself as they made their way towards the labs. The pair were oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

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