After a re-upload that went haywire I once again had to delete and repeat. Hopefully this time it works out better! Thanks!
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used, or DB,DBZ,DBGT as a whole.
Pale hands reached out, skin an ashen grey, so very pale that the outlines of blue could be seen from her veins, which worked to pump blood to her heart which was beating away feverishly in her chest. She was so close to finishing what some would call the most genius leap in space and time for Earthlings history, her pale hands stayed steady as she typed out the equations needed to determine just how well this ship would be able to cut through space, faster than any previous ship had, including the one they had taken to Namek.
How long had she trapped herself away in the lab, it felt like mere days for her, but she knew it had been weeks only because the piling up of dirty coffee mugs was beginning to invade over her desk and onto the floor beside the trash can. An impressive amount of ignored text that vibrated now and again from her neglected cell phone, and her parent's constant worrisome check -ins. mostly from her mother, her father had come to respect her need for privacy even though they still didn't know what had their daughter in this state of grind stonework. Her father could relate to shutting yourself away in the name of scientific breakthrough.
After all, there had been many nights when the lavender-haired man had neglected his family and friends for sleepless nights fueled by caffeine and nicotine to help him reach beyond the depths of intelligence to pure legacy. But he was unknown to the fact his daughters leap into the depths of pure legacy had been more like a jump in mental suicide. She had locked herself up in the lab to escape the over barring memories of what had happened a couple weeks before.
Letting herself into her, then still beloved, boyfriend's apartment to drop off his surprise for their anniversary. The way Puar had squeaked in horror seeing the blue-haired beauty entering the apartment, and the other squeaks coming from the bedroom, the low moans and grunts both feminine and male mingled together in pure ecstasy. She had only caught a glimpse from the cracked door of the bedroom, his toned tanned legs tangled with the fit tanned legs of the female, their clothing splashed about the room like awkward spills of brightly covered cheap paint. Knock off brand Victoria Secret underwear dangling from the ankle of the woman who sounded near the edge. That had been enough for her, enough for her to turn and leave with the weight of years wasted crushing down on her shoulders. She hadn't even heard Paurs half-assed "Sorry".
She shoved away from the desk, the sound of her chair screaming in protest as it was dragged against the solid concrete floor of her lab. A few coffee mugs crashing to the floor as she jolted her desk, her brows raising as she bit her lower lip hard, she couldn't concentrate on the numbers in front of her if her mind kept wanting to flee back to that awkward and heart-tearing moment. Looking at herself she curled a lip in disgust at her surroundings she was always a bit of a slob but this was too much even for her. Piles of papers, folders, spilled from the desk onto the floor, huge amounts of coffee stains here and there and an overflowing ashtray that envied her fathers, and a couple half eaten meals sat decaying. With a lip curled in utter revulsion, she took the collar of her shirt and pulled it away from her body to inhale the stench that came from her unbathed flesh. "Ugh, oh come on girl your smelling ratchet!" She ground out her eyes nearly watering from the musk of body odor and grease. One hand went to the puffy mass of neglected perm on her head wincing at how horrible it felt. "Alright, enough is enough Bulma Briefs! You're a Briefs!" She called out with more confidence then she truly felt, pushing away from her desk she went to get a well-needed shower and then she was going to do something about this worn out hairdo!
Three hours later, and a lot of cursing she looked at her reflection in the mirror, a horrible amount of pain was etched in her eyes but with enough mascara that could be covered away as well. She had lost some of her curvatures due to her lack of eating and resulting weight loss, her cheeks looked a bit sunken her pale skin was sickly and ashen from being locked away in the lab with no real sunlight. All these things could be fixed with make-up, and some relaxation.
But what she was focused on the most were the long waves of turquoise that hung to her mid-back, the beautiful locks had held up well to the stressful amounts of chemicals that were used to undo the perm. They framed her face well and were slightly curled at the ends but none the less perfect. She couldn't help but inhale deeply a little boost to her confidence in times of being down always helped anyone.
Pulling out a Capsule Corp t-shirt and some high-rider shorts that where snug on her bottom in all the correct places she, bounced down the steps of the Brief Mansion one of the largest buildings on the Capsule Crop compound. A firm grip on the cell phone in her palm as she was preparing to sit down with a nice cup of tea, some of her mother's famous sweets and finally face the messages from the one man she had planned to marry her whole life until a couple weeks ago.
It didn't register with him until he had shut off the Gravity Rooms power that her Ki was no longer flickering on the far side of the compound where it had stayed stationary for weeks now. If it hadn't been for being able to sense Ki he would have expected them to be dragging out a corpse by now. Not that Vegeta really would have minded the weeks of peace from the loud mouth woman had been a blissful time for him to focus on his training, even if that little nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach would flare every now and again for him to seek out the woman just for the thrill of an argument.
He would never admit to anyone, not even himself that their verbal sparring was fuel for his workouts on more than one occasion, she got his blood pumping like he was getting ready for battle. Her absence he was sure had something to do with the inferior runt that she had been, "dating", yet another pathetic human practice that the scar-faced imbecilic couldn't seem to master, along with being a warrior. Not that he cared, he only gave it the smallest bit of thought because now the woman's father had taken over repairing the Gravity Room but wasn't able to give it the upgrades that the woman could. If she had stayed in there another day then he would have had to scream at her to get the hell up and fix his training equipment.
Grabbing a towel from a weight bench he began to wipe the cloth over his sweaty skin, a growl in his stomach making his feet instinctively head to the kitchen to see what the Mother of the woman had prepared for him. Too busy thinking about food to notice that, that's where her weak Ki had settled until it was too late to turn and avoid her. He stopped for a moment for a split second, the woman's hair was out of that awful bouncy knot on her head, and instead, it was loose and running down her back, spilling out onto the table in small pools that smelled strongly like vanilla. She was beauty-enough with that. "Wench! Where is my food?" He mouthed out loudly, a hinting growl in his words, watching with slight amusement as she looked up from her half-eaten pastry and the glow of her cell phones screen. Her lush pink lips in a firm line as her deep blue eyes burned holes into his chest plate.
"I'm sorry, excuse me? But just who do you think you're squawking at!" She hissed, her voice filled with venom.
"Apparently a waste of space, who can't understand their native language. Food, I demand it!" He said a stern expression as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry veggie, but I'm not your personal slave who you can just boss around! Get your own god damn food!"
"Woman!" He screamed, a vein in his neck straining as he uncrossed his arms fist balled to his sides as his cheek where growing red. How dare she mock the name of a prince! A title that his planet had been named after, and carried on in the royal family since the beginning of the Sayian Empire. "I will tear your tongue from that ugly snare you call a mouth! You disgusting sow of a woman! Now get me some food before I slaughter your family in front of you and feast on their flesh!" He growled his dark eyes staring at the woman who was sitting at the table with a look of boredom, which only served to further inflame his anger.
"For the love of Kami Vegeta, shut up! You're giving me a headache, jeez I'll get your stupid food!" She finally gave in, trying to hide her amusement at his hissy fit. He was more than a little steamy when he was angry. The way his muscles strained and bunched beneath his skin, eyes narrowing on her and staring through to her very soul. Licking her lips she couldn't help but wink to the Saiyan Prince before she pushed back from the table leaving her phone by her half-empty cup of tea. Vegeta hissed in anger at the vulgar woman's actions before pulling back a chair and sitting in it with a huff.
Bulma was busy reheating a large bowl of rice and an equally large bowl of chicken curry as she crossed her arms waiting for the family sized portion to finish heating up to perfection. It was strange how normal it was between her and Vegeta even after her weeks of hiding out in the lab. It was like nothing had happened and honestly she was more than happy with that, he didn't offer her pity or bugged her with constant questions instead he treated her normally. Just the peace she was needing. The verbal fighting wasn't even really making her mad it was entertainment, to say the least.
Vegeta had his eyes on those damn shorts she insisted on wearing, the way they hugged her hips and ass in all the right ways as he furrowed his brows and looked away with a huff. But his gaze was drawn back to her against his will, looking at her legs, he frowned for a moment her skin didn't have the healthy look of fresh cream instead she had the skin he had seen on prisoners in Frieza's ship who had been held away from the sun and natural light. Her waist was thinner and her fingers where boney even, he sneered what a pathetic race of creatures, to be so weak and uncaring of strength to allow themselves to grow so frail. "Woman! Hurry with that food!" He barked out gruffly, angry with himself for even giving the banshee a place in his thoughts.
With a thud, she dropped down the over-sized serving bowl filled with the rice and curry, one of her mother's large bowls she used for hunch punch at her summer garden parties. Vegeta's expression didn't change as he lifted the serving spoon and began to shovel large amounts of food into his mouth not speaking to the woman after she had served her purpose. Bulma rolled her eyes at the manners both table manners and manners in general. "Well, you are very welcome yourhighness!" She snapped, huffing as she retook her seat and picked up her phone sliding her finger over the lock screen.
Babe, call me!
7:00 pm Read
B, please I know your mad just talk to me!
7:05 pm
Its been weeks B please call me!
7:11 pm Read
I LOVE YOU! PLS CALL ME!
7:33 pm Read
B, I CAN SEE YOU READ MY MESSAGES! ANSWER ME PLEASE!
7:55 pm Read
Bulma sighed pushing a hand through the long locks of blue her eyes, on the screen as she bit her lower lip and began to type out a message, her keyboard making little clicking sounds with each tap of her fingers.
Yamcha, what could you have to say to me?
8:00 pm Sent
Oh, god B! I was so worried! Where have you been? I love you! Please call me!
8:00 pm Read
Before she even had time to answer the screen of her phone shifted to Yamcha's laughing face with a small green dot with the word Answer inside it, and a red dot with the word Ignore printed in it. She frowned deeply down at the screen and lifted a finger to press the green dot. But, that was until her phone was out of her hand and instead laying in a crumpled heap in front of her delicately folded into itself next to her half-eaten sweets. Opening her lips to scream at the Sayian who was walking away, he was already turning the corner leaving a stunned Bulma to stare at the crushed cell phone. Why would he do such a thing?
He slammed his door and began to peel the sweat heavy spandex from his toned body, his lips in a harsh line as he made his way to his shower. He didn't know why, but knowing that the scar-faced piss ant was trying to talk to the Woman after being the cause of her disappearance for the last couple weeks, made him angry and seeing her about to answer, he huffed throwing the clothes into the laundry shoot that went to the basement where Cleaning bots would wash them. Even
though at first he was suspicious of the latch in his room but now he accepted it and had come to trust no assassin would be crawling out of it in the middle of his slumber. His training couldn't handle another couple weeks of the Woman not fixing his equipment and providing him upgrades and that was the only reason he crushed the communication device. Not because of the tightening feeling in his gut whenever he thought of the two humans together.
