Blue Light | A fic set in the famous missing "three years."

Chapter 1

"Woman, I'm not lonely. Stop bugging me. I'm trying to train." Vegeta did his best to dodge yet another conversation with Bulma late one afternoon. He was busy training in the gravity chamber as per usual when Bulma took it upon herself to turn off the gravity simulation and invite herself in with a sandwich and Gatorade. Sometime between a couple weeks ago and today, Bulma's found a wild hair up her ass and has been trying to get to know Vegeta better since he lives under her roof, she has every right.

Please.

Vegeta would rather saran wrap his face and hula hoop around the block five times than sit and listen to the woman go on and on about, "I know how you feel." Until she's a slave nearly all her life for a tyrannical evil overlord who destroyed damn near her whole entire race, not to mention her home planet, leaving her an orphan raised to be an evil bastard like himself, then yeah. She might come close to knowing how he felt. That's even without this Kakarot wrench thrown into the gears of his existence.

"Vegeta, I just don't understand you. You're like the polar ice caps! How can you hope to overcome anything if your mind is so bogged down and frozen in your self-pity? Everyone has a past, Vegeta, but we don't have to be prisoners of them." Bulma set the sandwich and Gatorade upon a small table in the corner of the room. She picked up a felled metal chair and sat down on it. Vegeta opened his mouth to yell at her, but before a sound could exit his mouth, Bulma's cell phone began to play out of her pocket. So, much to his annoyance, she answered it with a chipper, "Hey Yamcha bear! What did she say?"

"She won't let me renew my lease and it ended today. I guess she's putting up for sale. Which is shit because she never gave me any notice or anything. If you don't mind, I'm afraid I'm going to have to come live with you for a little bit until I find a place." Yamcha explained with great detachment in his voice.

"Oh no! That's too bad. Of course you can some stay with me. The only one home tonight will be Vegeta. My dad has a convention a couple hours away, and I'm going to go stay in their hotel with them. You can totally sleep in my room if you like." Bulma yapped away while Vegeta scowled at her with sincere loathing. Bulma noticed, scowled back, and held up an index finger warning him to calm down.

"Yeah, that'd be great! Thanks Bulma. If I don't see you before you leave, have a safe trip babe." Yamcha thanked her.

"You're welcome. Thanks. Bye!" Bulma hung up the phone and immediately turned her attention to the Saiyan warrior who looked as though he might burst a blood vessel in his brain at any time.

"Get out woman, or I'm going to turn this gravity simulation on with you in here and I will laugh as your body is mashed into a flatcake!" Vegeta threatened through his teeth while she puffed up and slammed her fists onto her hips.

"Vegeta!," she growled, "First of all, its PANcake! Not flatcake, and second of all, what makes you think you can speak to me that way? I have graciously out of the kindness of my heart given you shelter and food and a big fancy playpen to do all of your training in, and you treat me like I'm just scum of the Earth! All I'm trying to do is make you feel more welcome, but fine. If this is how you want it – just keep on being a lonely ass hole!" Bulma stood up out of her seat and exited the room. Vegeta didn't know whether to be angry still or smile in satisfaction that he finally pissed her off enough that he might be able to enjoy a few days of peace and quiet. He returned function to the gravity simulator and began doing a thousand sets of a thousand pushups.

Later that night, Bulma, her mom, and her father were walking out of the banquet hall of the city civic center where Dr. Briefs presented his genetic cloning and amplifying study to thirty of the top scientists in the world. Bulma glanced at her wrist where the face of her wrist watch had fallen to look at the time.

Hmm, it's not that late. . . I do sort of want to lay in my own bed. Especially if Yamcha is there. Bulma thought and smiled internally as she looked at her parents. "I think I'm going to head home. I need to make sure Vegeta hasn't blown anything up. It's past due for his next eruption." Bulma excused herself and found her way to her vehicle. Not even bothering to change out of her formal gown, she made the two and a half hour drive home.

When she pulled up to the Capsule Corp, she noticed Yamcha's and another strange vehicle parked in the drive way. . . . That's weird. . . Bulma thought as she shut the door to her car and proceeded to make her way into her home. She ascended the stairs from the living room and when she made it to the top, she slipped off her high heels and picked them up to finish her what seemed like a mile long journey to her bedroom. As she drew nearer, Bulma began to hear a copious amount of activity going on from within her room. The thought struck her and a what felt like a brick dropped in her stomach. At first, she gently opened the door and saw candles lit and heard soft music playing, but then she suddenly slammed the door open to find not one, not two, but three people laying in her bed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE TWO SLEAZY ASS FEMALES DOING IN MY BED? That's sure brave of you, Yamcha. Fuck you! Fuck off! Get the fuck out of here RIGHT NOW!" Bulma erupted so loudly that Vegeta could hear all the way from the gravity chamber where he had just finished his routine. Feeling a bit whimsical (for him anyways), and curious – he decided he was going to check out what was going on and began to nonchalantly make his way toward Bulma's general direction.

"Bulma! I-I. . . uh, wow. You're home. . ." Yamcha stammered as his brain froze. The trashy girls simply looked at Bulma before sighing exaggeratedly and tossing the covers off of themselves. Two completely nude women walked by Bulma to grab their club clothes off of the dresser to redress themselves. Bulma was hot with fury as she marched over to one of the girls and socked her right in the eye socket. The other girl yelped in fear as Bulma turned around and decked her in the jaw, causing her to pass out instantly.

"Wow! I didn't know you could fight Bulma!" Yamcha half forgetting the situation praised Bulma on her skills.

"You better clear out now before I do the same god damn thing to you!" Bulma coldly threatened through clenched teeth and Yamcha believed in that moment that she could.

"I'm sorry, for what it's worth." Yamcha quickly clothed himself, threw the passed out woman over his shoulder, motioned the other to follow, and left Bulma indignant and deserted. As Yamcha and the two women walked down the hall to the stairs, they met Vegeta in the crossing.

"What happened to those two." Vegeta more stated than asked.

"Bulma." Was all Yamcha said as neither of them paused in their paths. Vegeta stopped when he reached the blue haired women's room to see her staring at her bed absently as if she were reliving something unpleasant. He didn't say anything. He just watched her. It was several moments before she noticed he was standing there.

"My own fucking bed he decided to do this shit on. I know he was drunk. He's always fucking drunk. His god damn liver must be crying by now." Bulma's voice was monotone and the quietest Vegeta had ever heard it. To the point it almost worried him. Almost.

"Hn." Was the only response he offered.

"I know you don't really give two shits either way, but I want to say it for the record and out loud that I don't need that asshole. You're an asshole but at least you're consistent. He's the sweetest man in the world when he wants to be and treats me like an absolute Queen, but then he'll go and do shit like this. I'm done. I'm to that point, you know?" Bulma's eyes never left the bed until the end of that sentence. The tears were welled up, almost breaking and spilling over onto her cheeks which were growing hot.

She speaks to me as if I'm her equal. Crazy Earth woman. Where did that notion get into her head? Vegeta thought as he stepped closer to her and leaned against the door frame. He knew he felt something but just what that something was, he hadn't the foggiest clue. Then she exhaled a deep breath and began to sob as she fell crashing to the floor. It shocked Vegeta. He had seen women, men, and children cry countless times but only out of fear and desperation. These tears were new to him. He'd never truly seen sadness like this and frankly it bothered him – not that he'd ever admit it. For several minutes he remained motionless in the doorway and watched her cry her blue eyes out. Gradually, she calmed down and rose back to her feet. With her forearm, she wiped away her own tears and turned off the lamp in the room leaving the only light source as a blue colored night light she kept on.

Sniffling and in a shaky voice Bulma said, "I know you're getting a kick out of this, but can you please just leave me be?"

"No." Was the short response she received. It shocked her.

"Excuse me? No to what?" she queried in her confusion.

"I'm not enjoying what I'm seeing. I'm just curious as to how humans can be so weak, but exert such strong emotions to worthless causes. Strength and power is the only thing that matters. The heart is an organ used to pump blood through your veins and keep you alive, not feelings. Feelings are often faltering and inconsistent. And I'm not willing to develop a heart problem." Vegeta stood on his soap box and preached his word. It did not surprise Bulma to hear these words come from him. Nothing comforting was said, and yet somehow she felt somewhat soothed.

"Feelings can often be the best motivation to get what you want done. If you did not feel that rage and jealousy towards Goku, this Super Saiyan quest you are walking would not mean as much to you as it does. Feelings are what sparked his transformation because he watched someone he loved and care for brutally murdered in front of him and his transformation was an outright reaction. Maybe if you cared for something other than power you might actually find what you seek." Bulma turned to her dresser to find some pajama's to wear. At nearly two in the morning, she needed to get changed and find a bed other than her own to sleep in for the night. Holding her clothes in her arms, she squeezed passed Vegeta; their skin touching for the first time either of them could consciously remember and the electricity was very apparent to the both of them. They locked eyes briefly before she looked away and headed towards a guest suite down the hall where she changed and crawled into bed and fell straight to sleep.

A/N: how do you like it so far? Lemme know! :) Pardon any typos, I worked a 12 hour shift at work today.