Chapter 2: The Plot
Bulma tapped her foot and swung her hips to the beat as she looked over the plans for the new updates. She pulled her pencil out from behind her ear and made a few adjustments to the outline. Then proceeded to grab a wrench and kneel down to where the control panel was, all the while singing loudly to herself.
"What the hell is that infernal racket!" a deep harsh voice yelled, echoing around the metal chamber.
He looked for the source and found it coming from a box on the floor of his gravity chamber. He clutched both hands to his sensitive ears. "I can't take it anymore!" He went over to the box from hell, grabbed it with both hands and crushed like you would a soda can. He sighed in a moment of relief, but the moment was cut short as a shrieking so shrill could be heard it could only come from one woman.
"VEGETA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY RADIO?!?" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs.
He suddenly had the urge to cover his ears again but his pride would not allow it. "A radio? So that's what they call the one thing that can be as loud and obnoxious as you?" he said while tossing the crushed radio to the floor nonchalantly. "I have defeated your siren call, now get out." He said while crossing his arms over his chest, taking the usual 'I am the Prince of all Saiyens and am therefore better than you stance.'
She huffed in agitation, striding over to him and poking him in the chest with her finger with each word. "That is MY property Vegeta; you can't just go destroying everything that you don't like!"
"I haven't destroyed you….yet" he said smirking down at her.
"That's because your royal ass needs me." she said as she flung her curls over her shoulder. "And you can't have the G.R. tonight I'm updating it."
He growled low in his chest. "Can't you do it tonight when I'm sleeping or something? How long is this expected to take?" he said glaring at her.
"I am not your damn slave, it will take as long as it needs to, but since your fortunate enough to have me working on it you should get it back tomorrow morning at the earliest, but time can only tell, now that you destroyed my only means of motivation, it might just take a bit longer." She said smugly, as she stuck her nose in the air.
"Why does it need updating right now? Last I checked, which was this morning, it was working fine." He inquired.
She swirled around to face him; almost losing her balance she was so furious. "YOU keep PUSHING it to higher levels than it was designed for, in doing so you have damaged its long term conditioning. It was designed to last a hundred years if necessary but if you keep going at this pace I will be surprised if it lasts through the end of the year!"
"Well it's not my fault that your inferior mind is overwhelmed by my superior saiyan physique." he said while gesturing to himself with a wave of his palm as he started to strut out of the room.
That's it, she was seeing red. She threw the wrench that she had been holding in her hand at him, all the while screeching at the top of her lungs. "ITS NOT A MATTER OF MIND, BUT MATERIALS THAT I HAVE AVAIL……" he dodged the flying object easily as he knew what had been coming ever since he saw the object in her hand. He could see her arm twitch, itching to throw something whenever she was in a raging fit. The continuing screeching and loud banging could be heard from inside the huge piece of machinery. He just chuckled to himself, as he thought how incredibly entertaining it was to engage in a fight with her. She put up some of the wittiest and mentally engaging battles. It made his saiyan instincts come out a bit, not that he couldn't control himself. But just the fact that when she argued with him she sounded like a female saiyan. She could be so viscous at some instances that he was taken aback when they had had their first couple of rows together. She brought out such a playful side of him, sometimes, he thought that if he still had a tail it would be wagging back in forth like some sort of playful mutt when they engaged in this sort of conflict. He would just have to make sure he didn't get to close to her that's all. He didn't want her to think that he had some sort of relationship with her or anything. He entered in to the huge main dome and proceeded to make his way up to his residence. He needed a nice long shower.
"That stupid, ignorant piece of monkey butt, who does he think he is, barging in here breaking my stuff, ordering me around! The nerve!" she grumbled as she threw another tool down on the ground. She had been in the blasted machine for hours now. She had wanted to go to sleep at a decent hour tonight, but it was no use, she was simply too worked up. She thought that if she worked a little longer than maybe she would calm down. So far it had kind of worked, though minimally, she had a least gone from grinding her teeth and kicking and punching things to throwing her tools and grumbling to herself. It was a slight improvement. She picked back up one of her parts and rubbed her eyes. 'Wait why am I letting this jerk get what he wants, I'm tired, and I think I want a bubble bath. Yes, that's exactly what I need something relaxing to calm me down before I go to bed.' She put away all her tools and turned the light out in the GR, then headed back up to her room in the main dome. She lit some candles around the bath as she drew the water and got her favorite towels and slippers for when she got out, then quickly undressed and slid into the half filled tub. She let out a huge sigh of relief and sunk deeper into the bliss. She could literally feel her muscles relax; she lazily grabbed the container of bubble bath stuff and squirted a generous amount into the water, watching as the bubbles immediately started to float up.
After she had leaned up and turned the faucet off she sat back and let her mind begin to wander, the first thing she thought about was Yamacha and their earlier interaction. She felt a little bad for not spending time with him, but to be quite honest he hadn't exactly been bending over backwards to be with her either. She sighed and flicked some of the bubbles around her; she was in such a funk. Everything seemed to be going in a different direction lately, including her relationship. They had drifted apart, his appeal to her was lacking, and she just didn't want him the same way anymore. HE definitely wasn't the one her body was reacting to lately. She bit her bottom lip as she started to lather the plush pink poof. How in the hell had it ever come to Vegeta? She admitted to having a sort of bad boy complex, and she had a thing for extra uberly strong men. Hell if ChiChi hadn't been there to snatch Goku up from the first sighting of him as a man after he had trained on top of Kami's lookout, then she might have tried to snatch him up. But Vegeta was not Goku, but for the love of Kami he was hot. Maybe if she tried seducing him for the mere fact of getting him out of her system, she blushed subconsciously. She scolded herself, she was better than that, not some two bit harlot. No she wanted to make him come to her, she thought for a moment. What would Vegeta be attracted to? That's easy a female saiyen, and that's when it hit her. She laughed to herself and beamed with pride at her brilliance. Looks like little monkey boy will be mine after all….