Sorry that it took a little longer. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to continue posting here. ^^

@ kruzifix: At the moment she cannot think of escaping, it would go wrong. ^^ You will find out today what kind of technology this is, but Bulma is certainly not enthusiastic about it. * g * Oh yes, your point of criticism has been corrected, you are right. It really wasn't that good the way I introduced Geta, after all, he's an important character in my story. THX. ^^

@ wassersaeufer: Okay, your wish be my command ... Even if a little late. I don't have to go on writing, the story is about 70 percent complete and currently comprises 102 pages. * swell * But they all have to be revised, I'm at page 45. ^^

Now let's go on. *G*

"Bulma's Order"

Bulma stared fearfully at the man who was now on his way to her. He must be a pretty big beast here too. What else did he say ... Father?So he was the prince, or something like that.
She didn't have much time to worry about it, because he had already grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him.
'Not the arm again,' she howled inwardly, but said nothing. The door closed behind them and he took them further inside the ship.
"Where did you want to flee to?" He asked suddenly and Bulma was surprised by the calm in his voice. Maybe he got along better than the other sayajins. He didn't slow down, however, so Bulma had to make every effort not to trip or fall.
"Just go away," she said shortly.
"You don't seriously think we didn't notice, do you?" He asked further and turned a corner.
"Um ... but. Why? Do you have radar or something?" Bulma became curious; also with regard to her new function on this ship. The prince laughed.
"You can't imagine how far we are ahead of you.I would have dismantled you and your spaceship into its individual parts without hesitation. You puny Earthlings have no brains. "
His voice sounded angry and Bulma thought, 'Well. I was wrong. He's just like everyone else. '
Vegeta stopped. He raised his hand to enter a numeric code, but hesitated when he realized that Bulma was watching him with interest. With one jerk he threw her on the floor and glared at her angrily.
"Don't look," he ordered her and waited until she looked away fearfully. For a moment she toyed with the idea of ​​just running off and trying to get out of here somehow, but she couldn't. The Sayajin would "shoot" her from behind and even if she could escape him, the guards at the exits would be an insurmountable obstacle. The door beeped and swung open. Then Vegeta pulled her up from the floor and dragged her into the interior of the room.
But what stretched out inside was not a room - it was a city.Lights flashed, creatures whose appearance did not resemble that of humans were bustling about. They all wore white coats, had clipboards and minicomputers with them, got out and disappeared into so many doors that Bulma was unable to determine their number. Bulma wondered: Scientist.
A whole reservoir of it, certainly hundreds of races had to be represented here. They all worked for the Sayajins ...
Vegeta took her to some kind of office where another soldier was sitting and opened the door. Then he let go of her. Bulma rubbed the spot on her arm where two sayajins had pulled and tugged that day. The guy in this office bowed his head in awe when he saw who was making him the honor of visiting.
"Prince Vegeta. I see we're growing?" He asked and asked Vegeta to sit down. However, he waved it off.
"The king has ordered them to familiarize themselves with the technology of the Lotagians ... our own people must have too little brains," said Vegeta irritably and looked blankly at the hustle and bustle outside."Oh, of course, I'll take care of it personally," he assured the prince, who nodded but did not move. His gaze was still on the outside, but somehow he looked absent. After a few seconds, Bulma dared to say something:
"May I ask what kind of technology ... or rather not?" She quickly averted her gaze when both pairs of eyes of the Sayajins focused on her. If only she had shut up once in her life ...
"Pretty cheeky - what gives you the right, princess?" Asked the scientist sharply. Bulma looked around for help. But who should help her too? Vegeta stared at her with cold eyes. A hatred shone in his eyes that seemed to eat away at her and gave her a cold shiver after the other down her spine. He didn't say a word.
"I didn't mean ... I'm sorry," Bulma tried to explain.
"Do you need your tongue to think?"the scientist asked suddenly and approached her.
"What? No, but to speak ... No! I mean yes! Without a tongue I can ... not think!" It was awful! Without her friends, she was lost here.
The man moved closer to her and grinned and raised a hand in the direction of her head. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed his throat and choked him without much effort. The scientist pulled both hands to his neck and groaned. His eyes got bigger and bigger, until Vegeta finally threw him with a jerk on his desk, which collapsed under the weight.
Bulma couldn't believe what had just happened. Vegeta had saved her. She searched his gaze, but only earned a growl. Nothing in his eyes seemed to have changed. Still cold and full of hatred, he stared at her. Then he turned back to the man on the floor, who slowly heaved himself to his feet again, both hands still pressed to his neck."I beg your pardon very much," he croaked.
"My father said she should look at the technology. If it doesn't work, you can do whatever you want with her, but before that ... you do what I tell you, is that clear?" Vegeta ordered menacingly and no longer waited for an answer, but went back outside as quickly as possible and slammed the glass door behind him again with a loud bang.
Now Bulma was alone with this guy with a handprint emblazoned on his neck. She was afraid. She didn't know how to get out of here in her life. Did she have to live here forever? Or rather until she died? She no longer had any doubts that she would perish on this ship. She looked anxiously at the scientist, who waved angrily at her.
"Come on, otherwise I'll make you legs," he grumbled and climbed over the rubble of the broken table to another door and opened it.Behind it was another large room with lots of electronic devices. The man led her to a smaller back room and ordered her to sit on a chair. Another sayajin entered the room. He had several pieces of paper in his hand ... and some sort of poster. Without a word he handed her all the documents and, like the other scientist, folded his arms over his chest.
They eyed the young woman disapprovingly. What did they need them for? They had their own people, after all, this woman was just good at cooking and cleaning.
Bulma looked carefully at the documents to find out what it was because she didn't dare to ask.
`Hm ... it's kind of a construction plan, but what for? For a spaceship? No, the Sayajins have enough other ships. '
There were a few formulas and functions on the sheets as well. She had never seen anything like this before, but it still felt familiar.She had worked according to this scheme too, it might take a little longer to find out, but at least it was possible. Bulma took heart.
"Yes ... I can do that. If you could tell me what this blueprint is for ... then that would help me a lot ..." she said uncertainly and hoped that this guy wouldn't get it on her tongue again had intended. He just growled and briefly closed his eyes.
"You should just build it. Everything else is unimportant," he then hissed. Bulma put on a blank look.
"Yes, I can understand that, but if I'm supposed to build it, then I have to know what it is. How else can I do it? If you're that smart, do it yourself. Yes, exactly , Let me out of here and do your own shit ... ", the two Sayajins looked at Bulma with narrowed eyes.
"What is it now?" Urged Bulma, who was now regaining more and more of her old self-confidence.The scientist with the print on his neck clenched a fist and looked at the other sayajin. This looked sharply at Bulma. After a short pause, which seemed to reinforce her point of view rather than unsettle her, he finally began reluctantly to explain:
"It's a weapon. A weapon of mass destruction that can be used to exterminate entire planets. Not that we couldn't do it alone, ... but there are certain peoples who like to trade. Planets for technology, e.g. weapons. We. We wrecked a planet and appropriated these plans. Just stupidly I'm too busy ... "He got an angry look from the other scientist and then corrected himself," We're too busy to take care of it, so you will do that if you are able to ... which I strongly doubt. Big mouth, nothing behind it. "
A twinkle appeared in Bulma's eyes when she heard this. She was the greatest scientist of all time on earth.The boss Capsule Corp. How could he? She would show him what she could do. She would build this. Bulma would build this weapon of mass destruction, it would destroy every planet three times, it would become that strong and ... hold on ... Oh God!
No. No way!

Difficult situation...
I'm always happy about commies. ^^
see you soon
.K.