Spark of Blue

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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 5

Vegeta had gone to sleep with a satisfied smirk on his face. That woman had taken him by surprise but he had managed to turn the table to his side; lately things around the castle and in general had been rather dull, his whole life had been based on training and training alone and he didn’t found any interest in his father’s boring lesions about being a political figure, not that he didn’t aspire to be the king one day, ha was sure than when that day came power would be everything he would need. So the obnoxious woman proved to be a nice distraction, a challenge, at least in verbal spars, and he would take his time to make her regret everything she had said to him, he would show her who the prince of all sayajins really was, and while doing so he could have some fun with her, she had smelled oh so very nice when he had leaned on her… /yes she would be fun indeed/.

Those thoughts in mind had lulled him to sleep.

The next day he woke at least one hour after daylight with the clear intention of disturbing the woman. He had said their little “talk” wasn’t over, and he planned on keeping true to his word. He took a quick shower and dressed in his training gear, there was no need to wear armor, he wasn’t looking after going outside the castle anyway, and with a devilish smirk crossed the distance between their rooms, and without any kind of warning threw her door wide open.

Nothing.

The bed was neatly made, and there weren’t any signs of the woman. He looked around for good measure but beside some clothes in her closet he didn’t found anything of use or even related to her.

/Mmm I have a sneaky one in my hands/ he thought, secretly admiring her ability to maintain everything out of foreign hands and at the same time pissed because of his lack of success in his initial plan to get back at her.

/Stupid woman where the hell did she go?/ he mussed angrily to himself.

Concluding that he wouldn’t accomplish a thing standing like a fool in the middle of her room, he stormed out the door and headed to the dinning room, he might eat as well, he did think better with a full stomach, and maybe there he would find someone who could be of some help to his campaign. But when he reached the room, there was nobody there. At first that struck him as odd, usually there would be Kakarot stuffing his face with food or at least his father, reading the daily agenda; then he remembered how early it really was.

He seated at the table, and in a matter of seconds the kitchen servants had a steamy breakfast in front of him. Vegeta ate at his heart content, and then decided some training would have to do, seeing as he had no clue about the woman’s whereabouts and the others were too lazy to be up anytime soon.

He had been training in the elites’ common grounds for three hours when the first warriors began to arrive. They seemed confused at seeing him there, but quickly shrugged it off and started training themselves, leaving a cautious distance between them and the prince. Initially the atmosphere was awkward, but eventually conversation ensued.

Vegeta was practicing his katas when the name of the woman being said in some distant conversation caught his attention. Without stopping what he was doing, he scooted closer to the pair of chatty warriors, who didn’t notice him being that they were busy with their own training regime and listened to their conversation.

/Maybe these suckers would prove to be of some kind of entertainment/ he thought absentminded while he kept his pace doing the exercises.

“Did you see Commander Briefs yesterday?” the taller one was asking.

“Are you kidding me? I had my eyes glued to her ass the entire time” the other one answered with a disgusting cackle.

“Don’t you have eyes for anything else? Sure she is hot, but she could kick your ass to next dimension too”

“True… can you picture her in bed?” he sniffed “I bet she is a feisty one”

The other man shook his head in surrender. “There is no talking to you, you can’t get your head out of the gutter”

“Hey you can’t blame a man for enjoying the view along the way, I heard there’s trouble around the corner, maybe these days are the last ones we have to do it”

“What are you talking about?”

“Pshh, come on! Can’t you see it? The hot piece of ass is back for a reason, isn’t she?”

“Damn, who’d have thought it? You are actually making sense”

“Of course I am, and I got news too”

“You are worst than a woman with all your gossiping”

“Fine, I won’t tell you then” he spitted crossing his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be a pansy, tall already” the other man said hitting him on the arm.

“Well…” he began giving himself airs of importance “some soldiers saw the commander, the 2nd class squad’s commander and a royal guard leaving the castle to go to a secret location at first hour in the morning”

“Do you think it has to do with the shield issue?”

“Sure, she did made that thing”

“Ok, the royal guard I get, it’s protocol, but that second class? What the hell has to do with her?”

“I don’t know, they were dancing at the ball, maybe the fucker is getting lucky”

“Yeah right, not everything about life spins around sex you know”

“Well, it should”…

The conversation turned too moronic for Vegeta to stand it any longer; he regretted even listening to them in the first place, but at least he now knew where she was and who she was with, which didn’t set too well with him.

/How dare that harpy-woman! She stole my personal guard/ he thought angrily /Idiotic Kakarot I’m sure he was bribed with food. He should be here so I could kick his ass, not fooling around with the bitch/

/*Kakarot!*/ he called telepathically.

No response.

/*Damn it Kakarot answer me*/ he yelled in his mind.

/*Vegeta!!*/ Came the loud reply.

/*Where the fuck are you?*/

/*Hmm, in the desert*/

Vegeta took a long breath calming himself. /*The desert is wide you dimwit, where in the desert are you?*/ he asked peeved.

Kakarot chuckled lightly. /*I don’t know*/ he answered, and Vegeta could picture him with a hand scratching behind his head.

/*I don’t care anyway; get your fat ass back to the castle this moment*/ he ordered.

/*Sorry Vegeta, can’t do it*/

/*What do you mean you can’t do it?! I’M YOUR PRINCE AND I’M ORDERING IT*/

/*Sorry*/ Kakarot apologized and cut the telepathic link between them.

“He has just not brush me off!” Vegeta screamed out loud with a burst of energy, startling the warriors on the arena who froze and stared at him.

“And what the hell are you looking at?!” he hollered and then left the grounds with a huff.

“Stupid Kakarot I’ll find him and put him in a regen tank for a weak” Vegeta mumbled walking through the palace’s hallways. He reached one of the many inside gardens and took to the air in the desert direction where he could faintly sense Kakarot’s ki, leaving a shocked par of palace guards behind.

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Bulma was up and moving way too early, even for her. She had spent the whole night having weird dreams about Vegeta and now wanted to do something to push them out of her head. She thought that strengthening the shield’s power sources would be time and mind absorbing enough to fulfill the task.

“Ok, I have all the tools, the components, the modified blueprints…” she said while placing each mentioned item over her bed “… I’ll need someone to assist me with this. Mmm who to trust with it?”. She pondered it for a moment, petting her tail without thought.

“Gosh Bulma for a genius you sure can be stupid some times… you got the perfect one for it… Bardok!”

Having planned everything, she grabbed her things, capsulated what she wouldn’t need and left the bedroom.

She walked with catlike grace mindful of the sleeping men and women, and finally reached her destination. In the lower grounds of the castle there were apartments designed to the palace’s workers. Whenever you had a commanding position, a job in there or where a member of the royal guard, you lived there. It was divided in classes as everything else, the bigger and more luxurious ones where for the elites.

Bulma searched for Bardok’ s ki and found it along with Kakarot and Raditz in one of the best apartments. She knocked lightly on the door, and when she received no answer she tried doing it a bit harder, still without getting a response from the men inside.

/One would think they are dead inside there/ she thought annoyed and proceeded to bang on the door until she was positive that if she did it one more time the door would crumble before her. Luckily her insistent banging rouse the sleeping warriors, and a half-sleep wild haired Raditz opened the door only clad in a black pair of boxers while incoherent mumbles of protest could be hear in the back.

She wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted her, and even though she wasn’t remotely close to being a puritan she couldn’t stop the blush that crept to her cheeks. Finally registering the woman blushing furiously on his doorframe, Raditz took notice of what he was wearing and almost slammed the door shut on her face in his haste to rush back inside to put something on.

Bulma snapped out of her uncommon shyness and prevented the door to successfully shut. Without waiting for any kind of leave she let herself in. There were no signs of Raditz, and she figured the mortified warrior would be locked inside the bathroom getting presentable. She knew the man had a certain attraction to her, which had been obvious at the ball, and she found him to her liking. The fact that he was somewhat trying to impress her, added to her interest in him.

Bulma let her gaze wonder through the apartment until it landed on a seemingly comfortable couch and then she promptly plummeted on it. She could hear the men getting dressed so she just limited to wait.

The first one to emerge from the sleeping quarters was Bardok.

“Good morning sunshine” Bulma greeted with a toothy smile not bothering to move.

Her only rejoinder was a throaty growl.

Bardok approached her and sat on the same couch. He looked like he was ready to fall back asleep right there and then, but still managed to give her a resentful glare.

“You are not a morning person, are you? She asked.

“I am a morning person, but this is the middle of the night” he answered in a gruff voice.

“Well you know the saying “The great Oozaru blesses the one who early rises”” she said in a singsong tone.

“You are taking the saying way too far”

“Yeah, but we are running against the clock and I think is better we begin with a head start. I’m here on formal matters. I need your help”

That seemed to wake him in a second.

“Did something happen?” he asked alarmed.

“No, no. I’m just a little preoccupied about the shield. It is the only thing between Freeza and us, and I don’t like the rumors about people wanting to sabotage it. I want to strengthen the power sources and verify the shield’s integrity”

“I thought the location of those sources was extremely secret. Why would you entrust me, a third class, with such information?”

“Look Bardok, I could care less about the class division. I’ve known you for years, and even if we didn’t got to work together in the past I recognize and respect you as a college. You were close with my father and that says a lot.” Bulma answered solemnly.

“Your words honors me, but I’m sorry to tell I can’t help you with it. The gravity rooms are a priority and I’m the one in charge of that. You are right about racing against the clock, having both of us occupied with the same thing would be a waste of time and resources we are not capable to afford”

“You are right, but I still need someone to assist me with it” she complained, and as if on cue, Raditz stepped in the room. Both Bulma and Bardok looked at him, and thought the same thing.

“You/He can do it” they said at the same time.

The night before when the three of them were talking in the royal bedrooms’ hallway, it had come to Bulma ‘s attention that evidently the father’s genes had been inherited by his offspring. Raditz had a wide instruction in science, albeit not to the extent Bardok or Bulma had.

The after mentioned man was at a lost about what had transpired in the room during his absence, and the confusion on his face was showing.

“Son you’ll have to cancel everything on today’s agenda. You’ll assist Commander Briefs on a secret undertaking” Bardok ordered.

Raditz was still confused but agreed nevertheless with a nod of his head.

“Come on Bardok drop the formalism, we are on leave. You can call me Bulma hot stuff” she said with a wink.

Now it was Raditz’ s turn to blush, and Bardok laughed at his offspring discomfort.

“How can I help you… Bulma?” he asked hesitantly.

“I need you to help me reprogram some functions and run some tests on the shield. It would take a maximum of three days. It’s a piece of cake”

“Cake? Where is it?” came an exited question from behind her. The owner of the voice was no other than the man who had helped her to her feet when prince jerk knocked her over at the market.

“Sorry hunny there is no cake” she said.

“Owww, I’m really hungry and cake is soo tasty” he whined.

“Kakarot you are always hungry, I swear you got a black hole for a stomach” said Raditz, enjoying the way Bulma laughed at his joke.

“Kakarot, isn’t it?” Bulma asked, and when she received and affirmative nod proceeded “I tell you what, I got capsules full with food, if you came now with your brother and I, and help us with a secret job, I’ll give you all the food you could possible want”

“Deal!” he shouted scrambling back to his room to get ready.

“You have no idea of what you just did” Raditz told her, and Bulma just laughed again. She was already fond of the younger brother.

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“Vegeta!!”

Bulma and Raditz had been re-wiring the fifth power source when Kakarot’ s yell jolted them to attention. They were both trying to locate the mentioned man, when they realized Kakarot was talking telepathically. They saw him scratching the back of his head and looking around, and heard him answer he didn’t know something.

Knowing who Kakarot was talking with, Bulma made frantic motions to try to make him understand that she didn’t want the prince nosing around, and not to tell a thing. Fortunately for her, she had spent near an hour explaining to him the importance of keeping everything they were doing under the strictest secrecy, and he had got the message.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Vegeta wanted me to tell him where I was, and to go back to the castle. But I told him I couldn’t do it” Kakarot replied.

Bulma hugged him. “Great! I’ll give you an extra desert next time”

“Really?” he asked with a watering mouth and glazed over eyes, probably imaging a parade of deserts.

“Absolutely” she affirmed.

They kept on working until Kakarot interrupted them again.

“Bulma there has just been a trespass of the safety net around this location, the readings indicate it is only one individual with no kind of equipment or weaponry” he said.

“In what direction?” she asked exited about being faced with an opportunity to grasp some deeper knowledge about the people behind the scheme to sabotage her shield, not to mention kick some serious asses.

“Northwest”

“Raditz guard the source, Kakarot come with me” she ordered taking off in the direction previously instructed.

It wasn’t very long before she sensed who the trespasser was. Vexed with the intromission and more so because of the lack of action, she pivoted in the air heading back to her initial location. Kakarot hot on her heels.

Raditz was shocked about seeing them back so soon, and even if he sensed she was pissed he couldn’t help but ask.

“What happened?”

“That happened” Bulma answered pointing with her head to the figure that had landed behind him.

Vegeta strode to her side and looked her in the eye.

“Who gave you the right to steal my personal guard? He barked.

“You mean Kakarot? Why Vegeta, don’t tell me you still need a nanny” she countered.

“I’m not in the mood for your smart mouth woman”

“Was that a compliment?” she asked mockingly.

“Hardly” he spited. “What the hell are you doing?”

“She can’t tell you Vegeta, it’s super ultra hyper mega secret” Kakarot told him. Raditz sweat dropped, grabbed his brother by the arm and dragged him away from the arguing couple.

“I’m doing my job, which is more than what I can say about you”

“I’d be doing my job if it wasn’t because some wench stole my training partner” he hollered.

“Boo Hoo poor Veggie Boy can’t train alone” she said in a baby tone.

“I warned you woman don’t fuck with me”

“I wasn’t planning on doing it”.

/Liar/ said a voice inside her head. /Oh shut up, I wasn’t/ she defended herself. /And what about the dreams that kept you awake all night?/ the insistent voice continued. /I’ve been without male company for more than two years, I’m horny and the midget is sexy, but he is an asshole and I’ll keep my hands off of him/ she said /Ok, we’ll see/ the voice replied in a disbelieving tone /Shut the fuck up/ Bulma screamed to herself successfully shutting the irksome voice.

“Great, keep it that way” he said.

“What do you want Vegeta? We have work to do”

“I want Kakarot back woman, and next time you feel like messing around you’ll do good to remember who is the one in charge”

“I remember perfectly, the one in charge is your father” she said smartly.

“I’m the prince of all sayajins woman”

“But I only serve the king, so I guess that doesn’t means much”

“I’ll show you how much does it means” he said getting so close to her their noses almost touched.

Bulma was uncomfortable by their proximity but her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to step back. “Oh really? Please illustrate me” she challenged.

His breath tickled her ear. “I could make you scream, beg and cry out until your voice was raw without breaking a sweat” he said darkly.

The double meaning of those words didn’t pass unnoticed by Bulma, and she couldn’t help the shudder that ran through her body. She watched with silted eyes as he strode to where Kakarot was and hauled him by the cuff of his neck, taking to the air with him.

“I doubt it” she yelled after him. And she could’ve sworn there was a huge smirk plastered on his face.

Raditz scooted closer to her. “What was all about?” he asked.

“Ughh, that man makes my blood boil” she screamed.

He just looked at her with a weird look.

“Forget it, let’s go back to work” she said and turned around to the panel they were working on.

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“Sir, we’ve been following her the entire day, and it was impossible to step in the circumferences pointed on the map, we only have an estimative of the first five power source’s locations. The exploration robot managed to get by unnoticed but some kind of electromagnetic pulse rendered it useless.”

“Find a way to reach the sources and if you can’t do it, get the woman. You know the price of failure”

“Yes sir”

Author’s note:

Ok, that was chapter 5, sorry for the delay. I’ll try to update more frequently from now on. Reviews are welcomed as always. I won’t be like those authors that threaten to stop writing if they don’t get X number of reviews, but the fed back would be of great inspiration to keep on writing and do it better. So thanks for reading and if you liked it leave a review, constructive critics are welcomed as well, and I don’t care if you flame me.

Tammy.