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Chapter 3: Now it is junk

Vegeta steadily moved through the set of movements. He enjoyed feeling how his muscles strained in 450 times the earth's gravity. His body flowed from one punch to the next kick back to a punch in a well rehearsed pattern that was so deeply ingrained into him, that it was on a level of instinct leaving his mind free to wander.

It has been more than week since that morning when he had carried the screaming blue haired woman from her bed to fix the machine he was currently training in. A smirk was slowly trying to work its way onto his face.

He could still recall every single detail of that morning with startling clarity. He remembered the absolute fury of the woman when he had ordered her to fix the gravity room. Absently he wondered as he did a back flip, where she had managed to pick up langue like that. Some of the things she had said to him would have made the most battle harden of Freeza's scum blushed.

The smirk finally made it onto his face when he thought of what she had been wearing. He was more than man enough to appreciate a beautiful body. He had thought she was gorgeous even back on Namek, although he had never contemplated that he would end up living with her. In the time that he had lived with the Brief's, first when he had waited for Kakkarot to be wished back to life and now that he was training to fight those tin cans the boy from the future had warned them about, he had gotten to know the woman who was his hostess.

She was spoiled, brilliant, gorgeous and had a temper on her that rivalled a volcano. She was also the only person other than that brain dead buffoon Kakkarot that wasn't afraid of him. She yelled at him, she fought with him and she never backed down. He admired that in a person, even if he didn't admire the person. But that had lead him to push her buttons every chance he got. He fully enjoyed seeing her explode.

He stopped and frowned, turning he walked to the controls in the middle of the room. Time to move up to the next level, he was never going to reach super saiyan if he kept daydreaming of that blasted woman, even if she had been very easy on the eye in her underwear.

Turning the machine up to 500 times the earth's gravity, Vegeta scowled, nothing was happening. He fiddled with the controls for a moment more before the machine responded in a hollow voice. "UNABLE TO REACH SPECIFIED GRAVITY. UNABLE TO REACH SPECIFIED GRAVITY."

Vegeta swore under his breath. Well it seems that it was time to drag the woman from whatever she was doing and get her to upgrade the machine again.

He shut down the machine and stormed of to the dome like structure that was the living quarters of his hosts. He headed straight for the labs because that was where she spent most of her time. He burst into the room a shouted demand dieing on his tongue when he noticed that the room was empty. He frowned as he left the room and started to look for Bulma. She wasn't in her room and the kitchen also was empty. The search for the woman was starting to aggravate him. How dare she make him look for her, didn't she know that it was her duty to be easily foundible when he wanted her.

As he walked past the doors leading to the gym he heard soft music playing. Deciding to give into his curiosity and the fact that he had looked every where else and had not yet found the person that he was looking for he softly entered the gym.

Bulma moved slowly and gracefully from crane pose to the peacock pose by gradually extending her legs straight behind her and smoothly bending her arms so that her legs was suspended in the air in a straight line. Her body lifted up from the floor by her bend arms alone. She did not normally do yoga except when she had a problem on her mind. As she was doing her yoga routine she was unaware that the problem that had drove her to the gym this morning was silently observing her at that very moment.

Vegeta was slowly driving her insane. It had been a week since THAT morning and she had yet to come up with a way to pay him back that wouldn't get her killed.

Vegeta watched as she moved with a stately grace from the one difficult pose to the next in one smooth flowing movement. She was wearing a sport bra showing off her full breast perfectly and pair of tight spandex shorts. An evil smile crept onto his face as a wicked idea took life in his mind. He waited for a minute to make sure that the woman's full attention was on her body before he bellowed out as loud as he could. "Woman!"

Bulma who had been so caught up in her concentration let out a startled yelp. Lost her balance and crashed to the ground falling flat on her stomach.

Vegeta chuckled as he watched the woman collapsed in shock. Well that was entertaining but to get back to the reason he was here. "That machine of your's is a useless piece of junk. Fix it!"

Bulma kept her eyes closed as she lied on the mat slowly counting to 10. She needed to calm down because in her current mood she would most likely try to kill him. If he had been human she would most definitely have tried to kill him, but as he was not and she wasn't feeling particularly suicidal, she needed to calm down.

Finally reaching a state of mind that would let her interact with the saiyan prince on a sort of peaceful manner, she opened her eyes. "What seems to be the problem Vegeta?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Vegeta frowned that was not the reaction he had been hoping for, but on the other hand maybe this will lead to a speedy upgrade for the GR. He could always fight with her at another time. "The Gravity room, it is a useless piece of junk that can't go over 450. "

Bulma sighed. Getting up she moved over to where a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt were lying neatly folded. Putting it on along with a pair of sneakers she turned to face the man who had been making her live unbearable for the last 3 months. She made very sure to appear relaxed and calm, knowing that it would tick him of. "Well then, let's have a look shall we?" She asked as she moved past him out of the door and down the hall that lead outside and to the GR.

Vegeta followed the woman his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. This was not going as he had thought. He wasn't sure if he liked this calm and relaxed attitude that she was giving of. He was sure that she was up to something, but what could it be?

As the reached the gravity room Bulma walked over to the control panel getting out the emergency toolkit that she always store in the here. She carefully removed the control panel's interface. Tenderly setting it aside she looked at the innards of the machine she and her father had created. Silently apologising to her father for what she was about to do she turned and rummaged through her toolkit too get her biggest hammer. Hefting it a few times to get used to the weight and balance she took a deep breath before smashing it into the machine. She did this a few time till she was sure that it was complete broken before she turned and put away the hammer. She picked up the cover plate that she had removed earlier and closed up the machine.

Vegeta could not believe his eyes. What had brought this on; he was stunned into merely standing there. His eyes saw what the woman was doing but his mind just could not register it. She wouldn't.

Bulma straighten and slowly and regally walked to the door as she reached it she turned and looked an extremely shocked Vegeta in the face. "Now it is junk." She said in a cool voice. With that she closed the door gently but firmly behind her. As she headed back to the house she decided that now would be an excellent time to go and visit Goku.

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Okay so there is chapter 3.

I want to apologise for taking so long between updates but unlike my other stories which I more or less know what is going to happen this is entirely spur of the moment.

So if anyone has ideas or hint it would be welcome.

Hope you enjoyed.