Vegeta and Bulma
Just a little ficy I wrote about Bulma and Vegeta. This time (or at least this chapter) I don't feel like writing about my pets and I. ~what Bulma is thinking~ *what Vegeta is thinking*
It had been three months since they had been warned of the androids. Vegeta had spent most of his time training in the gravity machine but left every once in awhile to raid the fridge or sometimes to pull Bulma away from whatever she was doing and have her cook something. All in all, not much had happened. Except maybe that Bulma had broken up with Yamcha. It wasn't that he had done something wrong. It was just that they both agreed that they didn't connect on much anymore but that they would always be friends. (Yah, I know it's sorta cheap but I didn't want to have him cheating on her. So if your reading this for a bit of Yamcha bashing you mind as well stop.)
She was now in her lab trying to fix one of the robots that Vegeta had broken training. He had broken at least one each week for the past two months and then demanded that she fix it. She sighed and looked over at the clock. It was 11:45. "Aw, heck with it," she said in exasperation "if he wants to through a fit tomorrow he can just be my guest!" She was exhausted. She trudged slowly up to her room, changed clothes, and got into bed. The next morning Vegeta stormed into the kitchen while Bulma, her mother, and father were eating breakfast.
"Woman, where is that training robot?!?" Bulma's mother and father cringed back in fear but she stood her ground.
She calmly looked up at Vegeta. "I do have a name you know." she said frowning. "I didn't have time to finish it last night but I should be done by this afternoon."
At this, Vegeta's look of slight anger had turned to one of amusement. *She has guts.* He smirked. "I will call you what ever I please, and as for the robot, what makes you think I will wait till this afternoon?" He asked curtly.
"The fact that you can not do it yourself," she said in a calm but defiant voice. ~I'm going to make sure he knows that I wont be pushed around for any reason!~
That did it. Now he was mad. "Woman, why is it that you are the only one that doesn't respect me?!?" *She is going to get it for that!*
"Because I am not afraid of you and see no other reason why I should respect you," she said in the same tone of calm. ~Stay calm. He won't hurt me because he will be short one mechanic.~
"Then maybe I should teach a lesson in why it's in your best interest to fear me," he said scowling. *I can't hurt her but I can bluff.*
At this point both Bulma's parents were looking on in horror. Her mother put a hand on Bulma's arm and said, "Bulma, honey....." But she never got to finish.
"I'm fine mom," Bulma said locking eyes with Vegeta. They stayed like this for a good two minutes, neither one moving. It was like a stare down, but at the same time they were each searching one another's eyes for some sign of emotion. *I can find no sign of fear in her eyes. Either she is very good at hiding emotion or she would make a fine Saiyan.* ~Strange, he is very stubborn. No one has ever lasted this long in a stare down with me. Maybe he's as stubborn as me! Wow, that would be something. Forget the androids, this planet could never survive another me.~
"I'm still waiting for that lesson," she said without averting her gaze but staring into his eyes fixedly. ~I can't show him any sign of fear or he'll just think I'm weak.~ *She really isn't afraid! Now I know she would make a fine Saiyan.* All of the sudden Yamcha walks in the door and right by Vegeta over to Bulma. Not even noticing the competition.
"Hi, babe. How are ya?" Yamcha said looking down at Bulma. He found that her eyes were fixed somewhere else. He wasn't that surprised when he found it was Vegeta.
"We'll finish this later woman," said turning and heading for the door and the gravity machine. *I guess I'll be training without that robot after all.*
Just a little ficy I wrote about Bulma and Vegeta. This time (or at least this chapter) I don't feel like writing about my pets and I. ~what Bulma is thinking~ *what Vegeta is thinking*
It had been three months since they had been warned of the androids. Vegeta had spent most of his time training in the gravity machine but left every once in awhile to raid the fridge or sometimes to pull Bulma away from whatever she was doing and have her cook something. All in all, not much had happened. Except maybe that Bulma had broken up with Yamcha. It wasn't that he had done something wrong. It was just that they both agreed that they didn't connect on much anymore but that they would always be friends. (Yah, I know it's sorta cheap but I didn't want to have him cheating on her. So if your reading this for a bit of Yamcha bashing you mind as well stop.)
She was now in her lab trying to fix one of the robots that Vegeta had broken training. He had broken at least one each week for the past two months and then demanded that she fix it. She sighed and looked over at the clock. It was 11:45. "Aw, heck with it," she said in exasperation "if he wants to through a fit tomorrow he can just be my guest!" She was exhausted. She trudged slowly up to her room, changed clothes, and got into bed. The next morning Vegeta stormed into the kitchen while Bulma, her mother, and father were eating breakfast.
"Woman, where is that training robot?!?" Bulma's mother and father cringed back in fear but she stood her ground.
She calmly looked up at Vegeta. "I do have a name you know." she said frowning. "I didn't have time to finish it last night but I should be done by this afternoon."
At this, Vegeta's look of slight anger had turned to one of amusement. *She has guts.* He smirked. "I will call you what ever I please, and as for the robot, what makes you think I will wait till this afternoon?" He asked curtly.
"The fact that you can not do it yourself," she said in a calm but defiant voice. ~I'm going to make sure he knows that I wont be pushed around for any reason!~
That did it. Now he was mad. "Woman, why is it that you are the only one that doesn't respect me?!?" *She is going to get it for that!*
"Because I am not afraid of you and see no other reason why I should respect you," she said in the same tone of calm. ~Stay calm. He won't hurt me because he will be short one mechanic.~
"Then maybe I should teach a lesson in why it's in your best interest to fear me," he said scowling. *I can't hurt her but I can bluff.*
At this point both Bulma's parents were looking on in horror. Her mother put a hand on Bulma's arm and said, "Bulma, honey....." But she never got to finish.
"I'm fine mom," Bulma said locking eyes with Vegeta. They stayed like this for a good two minutes, neither one moving. It was like a stare down, but at the same time they were each searching one another's eyes for some sign of emotion. *I can find no sign of fear in her eyes. Either she is very good at hiding emotion or she would make a fine Saiyan.* ~Strange, he is very stubborn. No one has ever lasted this long in a stare down with me. Maybe he's as stubborn as me! Wow, that would be something. Forget the androids, this planet could never survive another me.~
"I'm still waiting for that lesson," she said without averting her gaze but staring into his eyes fixedly. ~I can't show him any sign of fear or he'll just think I'm weak.~ *She really isn't afraid! Now I know she would make a fine Saiyan.* All of the sudden Yamcha walks in the door and right by Vegeta over to Bulma. Not even noticing the competition.
"Hi, babe. How are ya?" Yamcha said looking down at Bulma. He found that her eyes were fixed somewhere else. He wasn't that surprised when he found it was Vegeta.
"We'll finish this later woman," said turning and heading for the door and the gravity machine. *I guess I'll be training without that robot after all.*