"I found it and restored it." He replied plainly, going over to one of the screens and tapping in a few codes. Nodding his satisfaction he shut down that system and turned back to her. "I was getting sick of your slow human technology."
The muscle under Bulma's eye started to twitch. "So... You mean you can... Do all this techy stuff... Don't you."
Vegeta smirked, "Of course."
She leapt at him, hands aimed at his throat. The Saiya-jin warrior caught her by the wrists, holding her away from him.
"Why you little!" She shouted, "You could've fixed the GR yourself!! You... you... nasty bugger!" He laughed at her sudden lack of swear words.
"Yes, and you can cook."
Bulma blushed to her ears and pulled out of his grasp, mimicking his signature pose, arms crossed over chest.
"Yeah, well, so what if I can?"
"You just don't to annoy me."
"Okay, so perhaps that's true." She admitted, "But how'd you even find out I could cook at all?"
"Because you accidentally made me a proper breakfast the third day after you invited me to stay at CC. If I remember rightly you were jumping all around the house singing because the rat decided to do something nice for you..."
Bulma scowled, but decided to let it drop. She went back to the main control panel and watched the Harathokin ship get smaller while Chikyuusei got larger.
"Geta?" She asked.
"Hnn?"
"Where'd you find this ship? D'you know where it came from?"
The Saiya-jin no Ouji's eyes darkened. "I found it in a forest. It had crash landed. The original owners were in various states of decomposition. They were Saiya-jin. This was a Saiya-jin ship."
Bulma covered her open mouth with a hand. "Vegeta... That must've been quite a shock..."
He said nothing, walking past her so their shoulders brushed. He tapped something into the panel with his tail before slouching into the largest seat.
"You should sit. We're about to land."
Bulma nodded and sat beside him in a smaller chair. She wanted to break the silence that surrounded them like a dark shroud but found that she couldn't. For once the silence was uncomfortable. Next to her Vegeta closed his eyes, remembering what he had found while trying to forget...
'Seven bodies in all, sprawled over the control panels, floor and chairs. Their blood was everywhere, a rust red colour that clung to every surface. Vegeta tried not to breath, knowing what smell would fill his nostrils if he did. The prince went over to one of the mangled bodies, moving its head so he could see the face. He pulled back and drew breath.
Both the sight of the pale, bloodless face, its eyes replaced by dark pits, and the smell proved what Vegeta had already known, but didn't want to prove. They were Saiya-jin and, yes, this was one of the best warships in the fleet. He stood slowly and swept the bridge with an all-seeing gaze. Kiyashi's ship...'
It had taken nearly all of the month before the android attack was predicted to clean and repair the vessel and Vegeta often neglected the thing for days at a time. Who would want to go inside the grave of seven of their people, elites at that... Yes, they'd been elites. Vegeta had found files on all of them, most of which he had trained and grown up with. Perhaps it made him feel better to know that some others escaped, perhaps it was worse because they too had suffered as he had. A question he would probably never really figure out.
And there was another puzzle to solve: why had they crashed? According to the surviving records the craft had been in perfect working condition, but every log ended about three days before the crash date had been recorded. Vegeta had no way of knowing what had caused the deaths of seven Saiya-jin and, for once, he couldn't find a way to blame Freiza.
The tyrant had been on a small planet at the time with most of his upper class elites. Vegeta should know, he was one of them. So what had caused it to crash? What had caused it to go down...
The question repeated itself over and over in his head, getting louder and louder until he felt his eardrums would explode. Bulma looked up at him as they landed carefully, the thrusters slowing their decent until touchdown was nothing more than a slight quiver through the ship's floors.
She frowned, Vegeta's brow was furrowed, tail whipping and sweat dripping down his face. She reached out and shook his arm.
"Hey, Vegeta! Are you okay?"
The prince shook himself and locked eyes with her. "I-I'm fine." He lied, "I was just... thinking."