Bulma’s head was buried in her hands. She had cried for how long? She glanced at her watch and pressed a button creating a beeping sound that immediately caught the Saiyan’s attention. Vegeta looked up from the controls and glared at Bulma, “If that is some sort of weapon you won’t be able to kill me.” Bulma looked at him with her puffy blue eyes. Thinking she might as well have some fun since this was going to be the first day of the rest of her life she said, “Oh? What makes you think this weapon can’t kill you.” Bulma smiled mockingly while she watched Vegeta growl and hiss. “Why don’t you try it.” Bulma looked at him and gave a weak giggle, “Nah, I don’t wanna.” Vegeta looked at her and the strange thing around her wrist, “Try me! I can survive any thing!” “Nope, dun wanna.” “KUSO! Just try and kill me!” Bulma almost laughed full out, “No you baka! I don’t want to waist my precious weapon on you.” “WOMAN! Try me!” Vegeta stood up offering her a perfect shot from her weapon that didn’t exist. Bulma looked down at her watch and sniffed back her dry tears. She lifted her wrist up and exposed it to the prince. “It’s watch you baka.” Vegeta looked blankly at the watch and then flopped back down into his seat. He looked back at the controls and muttered under his breath, “Stupid bitch.” Bulma stared back out of the window, “Hell, I’m not the one who thought the watch was a weapon.” Vegeta looked at her, “You manipulative little girl! I bet you think it’s funny playing these little games.” Bulma looked back at him, “Hell yeah! It was quite entertaining watching your arrogant attitude.” “Damn woman, just shut up for once! I will kill you if you don’t shut up.” Bulma was getting sick of his attitude and focused her attention on planets she was passing by. “Yeah whatever you baka-yaro.” Vegeta, finally pushed to his peak of anger, got up and walked over to her. Placing his hands on her arm rests and putting his facing directly in front of hers, “You think this is some kind of a game!” He sneered between his teeth, “You won’t think so after I kill you.” Vegeta created a ki ball and pulled his hand back. “I’m going to release it, say your prayers.” Vegeta released it just by her side, not hitting her but enough to scare her. Her scream echoed throughout the ship as the blast exploded against the strong metal of the ship. She looked in fear towards Vegeta before passing out in fright. Vegeta smirked and laughed as he walked back over to his chair. *Now that she is out I can get some peace in here for a little bit, at least.* * * * * * Vegeta pulled the ship into the portal. He sighed as he shut the ship down and leaned back in his seat. *Finally I can give her to Freeza and go on with my life.* Vegeta unbuckled his seat and walked over to Bulma who seemed to be sleeping; rings of red surrounded her eyes. Vegeta stared at her for a moment almost considering if he should just keep her for himself. He, again, mentally slapped himself for thinking such disgusting thoughts. He reached his hand out rubbing cheek, “Wake up,” he whispered almost gently. He thought if no one was around and she was out he could almost be humane. He knew, though, that she wasn’t going to wake up since she had passed out earlier and most likely wouldn’t be waking up for some time. He looked over to the damaged wall remembering her shriek before she passed out. He smirked, she was quite a feisty woman and he was almost turned on by it, though he showed no emotion towards her at all. He leaned over picking her up, having her head rest against his shoulder. *Damn, I’m so going to hate myself for doing this… But how do you expect me to take her?* He growled as he felt her curl against him. As he walked out of the ship with the passed out girl in his hands soldiers around him stared before mumbling words of respect, such as bowing and saying “Prince Vegeta.” He just glared at them already annoyed by the situations that were taking place. He paced quickly down the maze-like halls to Freeza’s quarters. He kicked the door four times before hearing Freeza’s raspy voice allowing him to enter. Freeza smiled through his wine as he saw Vegeta’s scowl on his face with the beautiful woman in his arms. He set down his wine glass. “You didn’t kill her did you?” Vegeta looked at him with his black saiyan eyes, “No!” he yelled in his tiredsome voice. Freeza walked over to Vegeta, though shorter than the prince he held much more power than Vegeta could even fantasize about. “What did you do?” Freeza spoke as he poked Bulma in the ribs watching her cringe in her sleeping state. “Scare her to death?” Vegeta wanted to smirk as he held her in his arms almost possessively as Freeza poked at her. “She wouldn’t shut up so I threatened her life then shot a ki beam a foot away from her. She passed out.” Freeza laughed at Vegeta’s sour humor, “Wake her up.” Vegeta opened his mouth about to say that she was out cold but closed it. “Fine.” With a smirk he dropped Bulma on the floor with a sickening thud. Freeza stared at the prince then to Bulma who sat up and rubbed her sore body. Bulma moaned as she rubbed her head, “How is it that I’m always falling on my ass these days,” Bulma mumbled not looking around her. She finally stopped trying to make herself better and looked around the room. “Holy shit! Where the hell am I! Eeeeeek! What the hell are you!” Bulma coward at the site of Freeza then backing up towards Vegeta. “Vegeta! HELP ME!” She got up, stumbling, then crawling behind Vegeta peeking out behind his body. Freeza laughed at the sight of Bulma as she used Vegeta as her shield. Vegeta stiffened as she grabbed his knees pulling his legs from under him and he fell just an inch behind Bulma. She screamed again crawling behind Vegeta and holding onto his shoulders screaming into his ears, “If that is Freeza I want to go home!” She stared slapping Vegeta when he gave no response other than a growl, “Damnit! Stop growling and take, ME, HOME!!!” Freeza could help but laughing at the loud mouthed genius and the emotionless prince. Freeza stepped forward offering a hand to Bulma. “I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to work for me. You are the heir to Capsule Corporation, are you not?” Bulma deciding that if he found her so interesting he couldn’t be so bad. She finally let go of the angry prince and took Freeza’s hand standing up. Her pride taking control she stood up proudly and said, “I am Bulma Briefs, brains and beauty if I do say so.” She winked as she gave Freeza a peace sign; Freeza sweat dropped. Vegeta stood up standing tall next to Bulma who was only an inch shorter than he. Freeza looked at Bulma, “Yes, I know your name. I have asked Vegeta to bring you to me because I need someone like you to work in my science department. You will be treated well and given your own quarters. As long as you do everything I tell you to do, you will be just fine.” Bulma looked at him the out into space. “No, I wish to be returned to my home.” Bulma said defiantly. Freeza suddenly turned his smiling face into a serious and murderous face. “You can go home, if you wish to be killed.” Bulma stood back as she tried to rationalize the situation in her head. *Well Vegeta is capable of killing me and yet he bows to Freeza. Freeza must obviously be stronger. Damn… Well I bet if I get on his good side and work for him, things might turn out ok. I think I’d much rather prefer living than dying in a blast.* She looked out of his chamber window again and finally deciding that if she would work for Freeza she would get to stay alive and would be treated well. She looked at Freeza. Sighing she said, “Fine. Tell me what to do.” Freeza finally gave his trademark smile. “Good. I’ll tell you what, I’ll get one of the guards to show you to your quarters and then I’ll meet you for dinner.” Bulma looked at him and nodded. “Guards!” Freeza yelled, “Take this lady to her room please.” Bulma exited with one of the guards leaving Vegeta and Freeza alone. “So, what do you think of her.” Vegeta grunted, “I hate her.” Freeza laughed as he sat back down at his table drinking his wine again. “You do? Too bad, I’m appointing you her watcher. You’ll have to oversee her work.” “What!” Vegeta stared hatefully at his master, “I don’t want to watch that stupid woman! She is annoying, loud, obnoxious, arrogant, loud mouthed, and most of all STUPID!” Freeza smiled as Vegeta described her exactly as Vegeta acted. “Too bad. You will now oversee the Science Department and all that they do.” “No way.” Vegeta yelled angrily. “No way in hell am I going to watch that woman.” Freeza was finally getting angry at Vegeta’s childish attitude. “SHUT UP! You will watch her and report to me of what she has accomplish. Don’t kill her, she is very useful to us. Now go away, you will be joining us at dinner. Oh yeah, your quarters are right next to hers, so you can get her for dinner, lets say, oh, 20 hundred hours (8:00 p.m.).” Vegeta’s tail lashed behind him as his blood began to boil. “You did what! Why did you put her room next to mine!” Freeza laughed again, “Because you will oversee her work monkey boy. NOW LEAVE!” Vegeta was angry and enraged and left muttering curse words under his breath. *Stupid lizard breath. First making me go get her on Chikyuu, now making her live next to me. What next?* * * * * * Vegeta sat by the window again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He almost felt home sick for his dead planet. He pressed his hand against the window as he looked out into the depths of space. His life felt it had no meaning. Once his ambition was to overthrow Freeza and become the strongest fighter in the universe. However, he soon discovered that his goal was only a pipe dream as he kept training and his powerlevel continuously rose, but it was never enough to equal the power of Freeza’s. His power was endless and not only that, his power was endless in his first form. Vegeta didn’t even know how many forms he had or what unimaginable power those forms held. That goal was lost forever now and Vegeta knew it. But now he felt his life could have meaning once more. The addition of Bulma seemed to have lightened his spirits some. Those 12 hours on the ship almost caused to him smile as he saw the way she acted. *In fact, she almost reminded me of myself.* Vegeta smirked, he was taking a shine to the Chikyuu girl. He liked fighting with her and frightening her. And though he didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, he was glad to be forced to over see her work. It would give them more time together. *She might even produce a good brat for me.* As that thought crossed his mind Vegeta shot out of his sitting position. “What the hell was I thinking!” Vegeta began to pace around his chamber mumbling to himself it was weak to ever think of taking her as his mate. As soon as Freeza was done with her Vegeta planned on taking the pleasure of killing her. Vegeta glanced at the clock in his room. *19:56 hours… I think I should make myself presentable for tonight.* Bulma sulked on her couch. She had walked around the room. It was actually quite beautiful. She had a sleeping chamber which included a large walk-in closet. She had a living room which included a couch and a large window. Along with that an enormous bathroom with a bath tub almost the size of a small pool with rose petals floating on the sides. Yet she sat sadly on the couch gazing out the window. Yes, she was vain and expected only the best, but she hated the fact that not only was she dragged her against her will by the annoying prince but that she would never get to see her home again. She choked back a protruding sob. *What if Freeza will only have me work for him for only a year or so then kill me once he has no more use for me! What if Vegeta kills me first because he already hates me. I’m sure he does, especially because of the time in Freeza’s room.* “I wanna go home!” Bulma pulled her legs up to her chest and hid her face in them. “What did I do, I didn’t do anything!” Bulma then felt something poke her chest. She pulled out what happened to be her capsule compact. “What?” She opened it up seeing about 20 capsules that included clothes, cars, houses, first-aid kits, and food. She smiled. *I knew it was a good idea to stick them in my pocket this morning. At least that is a good thing, I’ll have clothes.* Bulma threw them onto her bed and stared intently out the window. Though to any one else it would look like an endless black abyss too Bulma it was as if the stars were a path leading her back home. She sniffed, “It’s too bad I won’t ever get to go on that trail.” She placed her head back onto her legs and cried some more. Through her sobs and thoughts she didn’t hear the door open to her chambers as someone entered. Vegeta let himself into Bulma’s room and he scanned the room for her. He was about to yell at her when he saw her sitting curled up on the couch but didn’t. He stood there silently staring at her and listening to her painful sobs. Though he didn’t want to acknowledge it he felt sorry for her. Her home was taken from her, just like his, and she was forced to work under Freeza, just like him. It became silent in her room as Bulma began to try and stop crying. She picked her head up and stared back out the window. Vegeta still stood back staying quiet. He expected her to turn around and tell him to go away, but those words never came out of her mouth as he saw her pick up her head and stare out the window steadfast. Vegeta, trying to bring himself back to normal, sneered at Bulma, “Stop crying woman.” Bulma turned around and stared at him, “How long have you been standing there Vegeta.” “Prince Vegeta, Vegeta corrected, “It’s time for dinner, come with me.” “Ok Vegie-Chan.” Bulma was trying to make herself happy, she still believed if she could get on Freeza’s good side, she might have a fleeting chance to get back home. Vegeta growled as his tail wrapped itself around his waist, “Don’t call me that woman.” “Fine, then don’t call me woman.” “Shut up woman,” Vegeta said trying to make her angry. “Okayyyyy, Vegie-chan!” Bulma cooed as she got up and pranced out of the room, enticing Vegeta to try and counter her remark. Vegeta stared at her, “Woman, you need to be careful. I’ll kill you and I’ll take pleasure in it too. Just remember that.” Vegeta growled as he said that walking past her towards Freeza’s room. Bulma was actually frightened by his death threat. They sounded honest and it scared her that someone might actually take pleasure in killing her. His words sent shivers up her spine as he spoke those deathly words and she reluctantly followed him to Freeza’s room. They were quiet as they walked and Bulma kept her head downcast averting her eyes each time Vegeta took a glance at her. They entered Freeza’s room in silence and entered the dining room in his quarters. They sat down. Bulma and Vegeta sat across each other and Freeza sat at the head of he table. “Hello Bulma dear. How are you adjusting?” Bulma looked at him trying to keep a calm attitude in his presence. “Yes, I have nice quarters, thank you.” Freeza smiled, “Good, I placed your room next to Vegeta’s.” Vegeta kept a straight face although he wanted to frown when he said that. Bulma’s face dropped when she discovered that her room was right next to the Prince of Attitude but changed her dropping face to a smile. “That’s really nice, maybe Vegeta can show me around then.” Freeza smiled, “That would be a…” Suddenly Vegeta butted in, “BAD IDEA! I’m not showing you ANYWHERE around this ship! Someone else can do that, I won’t.” Freeza’s smile turned into a fierce look, “Vegeta, you will show her around.” “I WILL NOT!” “CHILD!” Freeza hissed, “Do as I say or you will regret it.” Vegeta swallowed his pride, “Fine.” He mumbled and looked down at his food. “Now then Bulma, let me explain your new job.” Bulma nodded in response and began eating as Freeza talked. “I’m making you the head of the science department. You will be in charge of it. I have discovered, in my research, you are a talented scientist and that was why I wanted to bring you here. Your first project is to create a weapon that can destroy an entire planet with one hit as well as remain invisible to all sensors.” Bulma nodded, “I can do that. As long as you give me some information on the planet I can create a weapon that can do that. Though, I want you to know I am reluctant to making any machine that will kill thousands of living creatures.” Bulma tried to seem self confident though her voice wavered giving her a weak appearance. “That may be so,” Freeza started, “But whose lives do you value more, yours or the lives of strangers.” Though Bulma didn’t want to confess the answer to his question she did care more about her life than strangers. She bowed her head in defeat, “I understand.” The rest of the meal was almost in silence except of the few questions Freeza asked Bulma and the grunts Vegeta gave when Bulma answered. The meal was soon finished and both her and Vegeta were dismissed. The two exited quietly and began walking slowly to their rooms. It was Bulma who spoke first, “So are you going to show me around?” “No.” Bulma pouted, “Come on Prince Vegeta I wanna see the shiiip!” Vegeta looked at her disgusted, “You can go see it, by yourself!” Bulma looked at his scowling face, “You are such a party pooper. Come on, just a witty bitty tour!” “No woman, now leave me alone!” Vegeta tried to walk faster to get away from Bulma but she ran up to him. “I don’t know what the hell is your problem but you shouldn’t make it so obvious!” “Leave me alone!” “Vegeta, what the hell is it that you have against me!” Vegeta glared at her, she was starting to annoy him again. “Ever since I was force to bring you to this ship your existence is making my life a living hell. Now not only must I live with you and NEXT to you but I have to oversee your work!” Bulma stood speechless, “Well you need to at least give me some chance oh Prince of Vegetasei. I’m sure you could use a friend as well as me. I’m not sure if any thing this drastic has happened in your wonderful life, but I’m sure it won’t even match mine!” Bulma finally ran past the prince into her chambers splattering her tears onto him and the floor. Vegeta stood motionless in the hall till he heard her door slam shut. He didn’t even attempt to yell back at her but stood fixed in his place staring wonderingly at the tears she left on his arm. * * * * * Bulma sat in her lab working with chemicals she believed might be the base of her weapon. In the science department there were just a few others that worked along with her. But she rarely talked to them since she focused all her time on her work. She ate breakfast and dinner in Freeza’s room with Vegeta and ate lunch alone in her lab as she worked diligently. What she hated most about her work was that Vegeta would come in and watch her intently for hours. Sometimes he would be in the corner or sometimes right behind her, always in the same position: Arms crossed, scowl on his face and an angry glare in his eyes. It disturbed her and she could never get through a day without getting into a fight with him. Though one of the women who worked in the science department with Bulma told her she thought that Vegeta had a “crush” on her. Bulma yelled at the woman saying that the all mighty arrogant prince of asses didn’t have room in his heart to love anything else but his pride and strength. It was on the eighth day when she was mixing chemicals… “Ok, if I put this one in that and that in here and do that then that should happen. If that happens then this goes in that and that can be put in this which will result in that. Hmn…” Bulma began mixing the chemicals as Vegeta stood behind her. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Bulma, without looking up from her work, snapped at him, “Shut up, you don’t know what your talking about.” “Fine, but if it explodes it’s not my fault.” Vegeta watched her, knowing exactly what was going to happen. She finally mixed the last bit together. “See, I told you nothing was going to happen.” As soon as she said that the chemicals began to boil preparing to explode. She looked down in fear, “Damn.” She seemed to be frozen in her place as the chemical began to explode. She screamed as loud as she could knowing she was going to die. No human could survive the explosion. She tried to run but seemed to be harnessed down by an unseen force. She cursed as she felt a piece of glass scrape her arm. It wasn’t until a moment later that she suddenly felt warm as she saw a bright light surround her. She saw the lab falling apart and the shards of glass flying everywhere. Bulma tried to find what was the source of her protection and she looked up staring in to the face of Vegeta. Seeing that Vegeta was holding onto her tightly and had created a shield around the two, his eyes were shut as he grasped her firmly, Bulma buried her head into his chest as she continued to hear the explosion go on around her. Soon she heard everything go quiet but still Vegeta held onto her. *This is so weird, why hasn’t he let me go? But I do admit it feels really good.* Vegeta, upon noticing the explosion had been done for some moments, released his grip on her and stepped back almost disturbed by what he just did. Bulma sat up and looked around the room then stopping and looking at Vegeta. He had saved her. She then remembered the others in the lab and quickly yelled for help. Guards soon filled the destroyed lab and carried all those who were wounded out of the room and into the doctor’s area. Bulma stood shocked at what had just happened. She leered over to Vegeta who stood with his arms crossed as he observed the scene that was unfolding in front of him. His mind was wheeling about what had just happened. *I should have let the blast kill her. I shouldn’t have saved her. Why did I save her?* He looked at Bulma who stared at him. It was Bulma who made the first move. “Vegeta… I… Why…? Thank you.” Bulma averted her eyes from his as he looked at her with astonishment in his eyes. Vegeta looked upon her. “Well… Grrrrrrrrr… I told you so.” Vegeta turned around and walked out of the room disturbed by his actions, disgusted by his feelings. Bulma looked at him. *Why is he running away from me again?* Bulma decided that he wasn’t important and it was because of him that she ended up there. She quickly salvaged her materials, all that was salvageable, and walked quietly back to her room. She stopped by Vegeta’s doors deciding on whether she should knock or not. She pulled her hand back from knocking and walked to her room, not noticing the figure that watched her. Vegeta stepped out of the shadows as he saw Bulma close the door behind her. He clenched his fists. *Why do I feel this way about her! Damnit, I have to dispose of her, and soon.* ****************************** I hope you liked this chapter! Heehee. I thought parts of it were really funny. I hope you did too. Tomorrow I hope to write Interesting: Chapter 2 ~*~Laura~*~

Chapter 1: Interesting