Spark of Blue

WARNING: This fic contains foul language, violence and adult situations involving sex o implying it, so if any of the later bothers you, don’t read.

“Blah”- talking

/Blah/- thoughts

/*Blah*/ - telepathy

Disclaimer: I think it is a waste of time but oh well… don’t own don’t sue.

SPARK OF BLUE

Chapter 3

Kick /I’m not going to do it/ punch /I’m not some stupid woman’s mean of entertainment/ back flip /I’m the prince of all sayajins/ ki blast /I won’t do it/ ki blast deflection /damn bastard/ upper cut /bossing me around as if I were a little kid/ punch, kick to the side, punch, punch, elbow to the gut /after all I went trough/ kick, kick, knee to the face /one would think he’d have some kind of respect/ front flip, roll down, kick low /but noo, the fucker doesn’t gives a shit/ ki blast.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”

“Darn it”

There was a pile of ashes in the place where until just then stood the tenth sparring partner of the prince.

/It was a miracle he lasted this long anyway/ he thought.

Vegeta dropped to his hands and knees, sweat dripped from his aristocrat nose to the floor, he’d been training restlessly since the argument with his father, and that was precisely seventeen hours ago. He had started with his usual routine, but when the tension inside him proved to need a better outlet it was time to tremble for the designed sparring slaves. No one wanted to be debted the prince’s partner, it was well know that it was the equivalent of punching bag and more often than not a death sentence. But this time it had been worst, the prince seemed to be out of focus, unlashing his full force in frantic rage induced attacks that left nothing behind.

With some effort he managed to get to his feet, and stumbled out the training grounds, the lack of food and strenuous workout taking their toll on him. When he got to his room he went straight to the shower and braced himself against the wall, letting the hot water pelt his skin and relax his sore muscles. He was two seconds from falling asleep right there when the water turned cold bringing him back to this plane of existence. “Stupid water” he mumbled. Vegeta wobbled to his bed and plopped down on it drifting to dream’s land immediately, had he not been so drained he’d have noticed the new ki located in the room across the hall from his.

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Bulma was scattered over her bed re reading some papers by the time she felt Vegeta enter his room. She cast a glance to her watch and was shocked to see it was eight thirty in the morning. She had woken up at six, not used to having time to actually sleep, and had set to organize the countless documents she had collected in her mission. It was a tedious work, more so because it wasn’t for herself, she remembered everything with accuracy but knew that if she wanted the thickheaded members of the council to really do something, she was going to need more than her speech, maybe the grim pictures of some of Freeza’ s deeds and the digitalized material would help.

“What the hell is he doing going to bed at this time?” she asked to herself.

Being without contact with others for so long made her develop the habit of talking alone.

“Oh, what do you care? The little prick must have had a temper tantrum and ended just now” she chuckled at her own joke. She didn’t know why but there was something about him she didn’t like and their earlier encounter surely hadn’t help. “I wonder if he’ll came to pick me up and escort me to the ball” she scratched her chin a couple of times, “probably not”.

Bulma adopted a mischievous expression and said “ all the better, I’ll make him eat his heart out” then erupted in a fit of giggles. A knock on the door and a softly spoken request forced her to stop.

“Can I come in Miss. Briefs? I got your breakfast”

“Yeah come in” Bulma replied with a raspy voice from laughing so much.

A petite woman made her shy entrance carrying a tray twice her size and carefully deposited it over a table, then stepped aside and waited for instructions.

At the sight of food Bulma remembered how hungry she was, and was sitting at the table shoveling food inside her mouth in a blink of an eye. She raised her head to see the servant girl eyeing the food wishfully, her shiny whiskers twitching ever so slightly; she was an ashtrakan, a race long lost under Freeza’ s paws, and was similar to a cat, with pointed ears a fluffy tail and soft fur covering her chest and thighs. Bulma decided she could do without a plate of food, and so grabbed a big one and pushed it to a side in a silent offer. The girl looked at it oddly and didn’t move.

“Come on, eat! I know you’re hungry Sirly” Bulma said in between bites.

Sirly was confused; this particular sayajin was very strange, never before had one of them showed any sort of sympathy towards a slave, but this woman was different, she had met her the past day and had received nothing but polite requests and generous retributions.

“I told you yesterday I refuse to treat you as some kind of dumb beast that only follows orders, so I won’t do it, but I won’t beg you either, if you don’t start eating in the next five seconds there won’t be any more food left”

With wide eyes Sirly took a seat and began eating. “Than..Thank you my lady” she said stuttering a bit.

“You’re welcomed” was Bulma’ s reply.

They kept on eating together and after a while Bulma managed to get Sirly to open up to her. Amazingly the girl had spunk, and was very well instructed. Bulma was addicted to knowledge, so she absorbed Sirly’ s tales about her world like a sponge.

“… and because of that no one dared to do a thing.” Sirly finished in a sad tone. “ In all and all I think I was lucky, had it not been for those slave traders I’d be dead by now”

“I was once in a similar situation and let me tell you, you are very brave, it’s easy to let oneself be dragged down by adversity, find the strength to keep on going is the hard thing”

Sirly’ s face turned a bright red. “Thank you”

“It’s the truth!” affirmed Bulma, and patted her hand. “Well Sirly I enjoyed our time together but I need to get back at work, I’ll see you again for lunch and maybe then you can help me get ready to the ball”

“Yes, yes! I’d love to do it, and I’ll make sure the cook prepares something really special for you” said Sirly while she hurried to pick everything up and out the door.

Alone one more time, Bulma went back to her papers, but couldn’t seem to concentrate. Sirly’ s words kept on playing in her head. A couple of years back she wouldn’t have sent the slave a second glance, but now she had a different point of view.

--Flashback--

It had been three months in her mission when she came across with some kick ass technology; it had taken her completely for surprise. A spaceship full of bug like aliens had dragged her ship into their huge one and used some kind of ki disabler on her, rendering her as harmless as a newborn. Apparently her coloring and creamy white skin were something those bugs found extremely pleasant, because they made a point of having her around as much as possible and even with her unending bad behavior and big mouth, never once did they marred her with their disciplinary punishments. It had taken her almost a month to decipher the guns’ mechanism and break free, but in that time she learned what slavery really was. She came out of that experience with the blood of those bugs on her hands, a new weapon and a change of heart.

--End of flashback--

“Damn it Bulma, stop spacing off and get your ass back to work” she admonished herself.

Time seemed to fly, and next thing she knew Sirly was back with lunch in tow; luckily she had managed to get everything done.

After they finished eating, Bulma asked Sirly to lie out two or three gowns so she could pick one for the ball, and went to take a long bath. It felt like years since the last time she had taken one. She let the different bath salts work their magic on her tired muscles and played with the bubbles, when she felt she was starting to turn into a prune, she washed her hair and tail vigorously and once she rinsed all the shampoo from them pulled the plug out and watched mesmerized as the water flowed to the drain. Snapping out of her trance, she stood up, dried herself carefully with a towel and then went back to the room where she found Sirly dancing around with a gown clutched to her chest.

The poor girl was so embarrassed she looked like she would start crying any moment, but to Bulma’ s ears relief she didn’t.

Bulma inspected the dresses and decided for a royal blue one, it cut right before her knees and had a low neckline with white strings crossing over it in the breast section, that showed a nice portion of cleavage without being tacky; the back of the dress was bare, giving the impression that the tinny straps wouldn’t hold it together for many time, and ended inches before her tail spot. It was perfect to accompany with the white knee length high-healed boots she was so fond of.

With the decision of what to wear made, it was time to do something about her hair. Bulma took seat in front of her vanity and asked Sirly to help her. After a while her hair was done, piled in a carefully made bun with little diamonds intertwined in it, a few curly strands were left to cascade on her back and those unheeding spiky bangs of hers gave her face a beautiful frame. Her tail was also stylized; she had laced two silky white strings similar to that of the dress around it creating a nice pattern over her fur.

Her makeup was done lightly but striking at the same time. Heavy dark eyeliner and light blue mascara, with a smoked white eye shadow, made her eyes a sight to see, and a cherry red lipstick on her lips made them seem good enough to eat. She didn’t need any more, her natural beauty taking care of it.

Bulma dressed mindful of her hair and makeup, and checked herself in the mirror. The dress hugged her figure dreamily, showing all of her curves, and her hairdo was the right one for it. Simply put, she looked amazing.

/Damn I’m hot/ she thought spinning in front of the mirror. /I only need some jewelry and I’m done/

She grabbed a thick and wide gold and diamonds bracelet and fastened it on her right wrist, then rummaged for the pair of earrings she knew would look perfect with her outfit and once she found them, put them on. She was ready to go. /And I’m only fifteen minutes late/ she thought proudly.

“My lady you are like a vision” Sirly exclaimed.

“Thanks Sirly, you did a great job with my hair” congratulated Bulma.

“I bet the prince is going to be stunned by your beauty”

Bulma scoffed. “Talking about prince not so charming, he should be here”.

“Oh he surely wanted to give you more time to get ready, he’ll be here any minute now” tried to smoothen things Sirly.

“It’s ok, I wasn’t planning on going with him anyway” said Bulma, and with that threw the door open and revealed a perplex guy standing there with the hand in pose to knock.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Bulma with an angry tone and her hands on her hips.

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The king was searching the congregation of people in front of him, looking for two particular faces, but neither Bulma nor his son had shown face or hide until then.

/Thoughtless brats/ he thought annoyed.

Suddenly he spotted Kakarot near the buffet table stuffing his face with food and headed there /hmm, he should know where my bratty son is/ deducted the king.

“Kakarot where the hell is my son?” asked Vegeta Ou.

The early mentioned man choked on a slice of ham at the king’s thunderous voice, and started jumping up and down while grabbing his throat and making gasping sounds. The king rolled his eyes and patted his back with a little more force than what was necessary.

“That’s what you get for not chewing you idiot”

Kakarot laughed sheepishly.

“Now answer my question, where the hell is he?”

“I don’t know sir”

“What do you mean you don’t know? He should be here with Bulma by his side”

“The scientist girl? He said something like he wasn’t going to be that stupid woman mean of entertainment ”

“WHAT?” Vegeta Ou’s voice rebounded in every corner of the huge lounge making more than one cringe at his harsh tone. “GO AND FIND HIM, THEN DRAG HIS SORRY ASS HERE RIGHT NOW” he ordered.

Kakarot lost no time and flew trough the doors in search of his prince.

“Raditz!! Come here!” the king yelled.

A tall man with long raven black hair that went all the way to the back of his knees forced his way trough the crowd of people, when he finally reached his king’s side, he made a courteous bow.

“Yes my king, what can I do for you?” he asked solemnly.

“I need you to go to the royal wing of dormitories and escort Commander Bulma Briefs to this ball, she is in the room across the hall from the prince’s”

“Yes sir” answered Raditz, but didn’t move.

“NOW Raditz” growled the king a little more than peeved.

Following his brother’s example Raditz precipitated trough the lounge’s doors. He reached the royal hall of dormitories in record time and paused in front of Bulma’ s room to try and catch his breath, when he was ready to knock, the door before him opened abruptly revealing a blue goddess.

“Who the hell are you?”

An ill-tempered goddess.

Raditz breath seemed to have escaped him again, and he struggled to get the words out. “I..I.. I’m Raditz my lady… the king sent me to escort you to the ball”

Bulma looked him over /at least he is cute/ she thought. He was tall, with broad shoulders and for what she could see, extremely well built; the armor he was wearing suited him nicely. She could feel his dark brown eyes on her, and was pleased with it. It was no revelation; Bulma Briefs was a very vain woman. Adopting a sensual air, she glided to his side and attached herself to his arm.

“All right Raditz, lets go, it seems I’m yours for tonight” she purred, enjoying the light tremor that went trough him at her words.

Raditz gulped and tried to hide a blush unsuccessfully; not wanting to get the exotic beauty in his arms mad he lead her on jelly legs to their destination.

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While his older brother was having a rather easy time with his mission, Kakarot was suffering the consequences of having disturbed the prince’s slumber. Currently he was trying to blend in with the wall, whilst Vegeta paced from side to side of his room hurling insults to the scientist woman and his father.

It took some time, but finally Vegeta calmed down enough to be convinced to put on the royal garments and if nothing more, attend to the ball. With that accomplished and the occasional insult they headed to the ballroom. Surprisingly their arrival went unnoticed, all eyes were on a beautiful sayajin woman dancing with the Squad leader, Raditz.

Vegeta took in the sight before his eyes and wondered who that gorgeous female was; it wasn’t often that a mere woman caught his attention, but something in her seemed to call to him, her exotic beauty was something deemed for royalty, if for nothing more he was going to have her for the night; a smirk broke in his face, finding his companion was as lost as he was, he turned to some elite warrior and asked about her.

“That’s Commander Briefs my prince” was the reply he got.

/Commander hnn? She seems to be interesting, not like that ugly smart pants woman/ he mussed. /What a waste, dancing with that weakling, is time for a real man to step in/. With that on mind he directed to the dance floor.

He tapped Raditz on the shoulder and signaled for him to hand over the female. Fearful of the prince’s wrath the second class warrior moved aside. Vegeta smirked sexily to the woman and placed his right hand on her back and took her hand in his left one, all the time unaware of what he was getting himself into.

Bulma had sensed him coming and wasn’t surprised when he set Raditz aside and took his place. /What a jerk! not even asking me if I wanted to dance with him. He thinks himself so irresistible, HA as if/ she mentally snorted, but plastered a smile on her face. /He doesn’t know who I am. Perfect, it’s show time/

“Prince Vegeta” was her curt salute.

“Commander Briefs, I believe this is the first time we meet, I’d remember otherwise” he said in a husky voice.

“Yes it is” Bulma replied bating her eyelashes and moving closer. “How fortunate of you to join us, I was under the impression his highness would be busy with royal matters tonight”

The sarcasm was lost to Vegeta as he was distracted by her proximity. “I should be, but no stupid lab rat woman was going to made me lose my time” was his snobby answer.

/Stupid. Lab rat… why you bastard… calm down Bulma, calm down/ it took all her self control to not to snap at him. “ How come?” she asked feigning ignorance.

“My father wanted me to escort some ugly scientist bitch to this ball” he elaborated.

“Well apparently you had others plans in mind” she said, pressing herself even closer to him.

/she is even easier than what I thought she would be/ he thought with arrogance. “Yes indeed”

“And those plans involved me? … I was thinking in having some fun tonight, maybe you could help me? …” she asked with a sensual voice, running a manicured finger up and down his shoulder.

“I could take you to my chambers and show you how helpful I can be”

Bulma saw the king approaching them and smirked breaking free of his hold. “Really?”

“Yes, what..” Vegeta was confused by her change of attitude, but had no time to speak his mind, because a voice interrupted him.

“There you are you two, I wanted to do introductions myself but it seems it won’t be necessary” said the king.

Now Vegeta was really confused. “What are you talking about old man?” he asked, but received no answer.

“My my, Bulma had I been ten years younger you’d be the new queen” joked Vegeta Ou.

“Oh shut it old hag, I’d probably break your hipbones” said Bulma with a laugh.

“We won’t know until we try, won’t we?”

Having a short temper and tired of being ignored Vegeta interrupted the flirting contest between his father and his intended prize.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Why princy, this stupid and ugly lab rat woman is having a conversation with your father” answered Bulma.

Vegeta’ s face registered shock.

“Don’t tell me you were dancing with her without knowing who she was” laughed the king.

“Nope, he didn’t have a clue, even thought he had a chance to score with me” chipped in Bulma laughing too.

Shock leaded to rage, Vegeta’ s hands were fisted at his side, his mouth was a thin line and a vein popped out on his forehead.

“YOU DARE TO MOKE ME? , I’M GOING TO KILL YOU” he yelled forming a ki blast in his hand.

“Brat calm down, you’re making a scene” admonished the king.

Bulma wasn’t faced by his threat. “You are going to need a bigger blast to do it” she said adopting a fighting stance.

Vegeta made as if he was going to launch forward and attack her, but was halted by his father words.

“Stop this nonsense and let’s go to the meeting, we had urgent matters to discuss” said Vegeta Ou, and started to leave.

They both looked at each other, and reluctantly relaxed their stances, but got involved in a staring match contest.

“Are you two coming or not?” Broke trough the king’s voice.

“This is far from over” he whispered to her.

“You are right junior, but remember: life’s a bitch” she whispered back.

Author’s note:

Ok that was the third chapter. Don’t worry, they won’t kill each other, it’s just that with both their personalities it seemed unnatural to write something where they were all lovey dovey from the beginning. Thanks for reading.

Tammy.