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Chapter 3
'I can't believe I said that to her! Out of all the things that could come out of my mouth, I said that!' Vegeta did a combo of kicks and punches, fighting his invisible opponent. 'Now the woman probably thinks I heart or something but let me tell you this, a heart is the last thing I possess. My pride and strength is my number one priority!' He began do one handed push-ups right-side up. 'What made me say that anyway? I never cared about her until now.' He let that thought linger for a while and suddenly, felt as if he was starting to get distracted. He quickly dismissed the thought and clenched his teeth. 'No, that woman will not do this to me. She'll only get in the way of my ultimate goal: To become a Super Saiyan. So whatever is it that's going on now, it has to stop!'
Bulma was sitting on her bed in her room, trying to get what Vegeta said out of her head. 'Its just words Bulma, nothing more. This is Vegeta, remember? There is no meaning to it. Just, words...' After a while she shook her head not being able to convince herself. She groan in frustration. "Exactly! This is Vegeta!" She laid on her bed and covered her face with her hands. "Why is this bugging me so much!" She removed her hands from her face and turned to the window. Judging from hard vibrations, she could tell that he was really going at it today. "I wonder what's his problem?" She got up walked over to the window and opened it. "I don't get how he's training, its like a hundred degrees out there." She sighed. "I guess when you're as stubborn as him, nothing phases you." She quirked an eyebrow. "Okay that's the Bulma I remember." She left the window.
The humming from the Gravity Room stopped and Vegeta emerged from it. It was about eleven thirty at night and he was looking forward to nice warm shower before going to bed. Making his way to his room he hoped in the shower and turn the nozzle to the max. As the hot water scolded his back, he could feel his tenses muscles relax. He later emerged clad in a navy blue pajama bottom and wife-beater shirt. He made his way over to his bed and laid down, waiting for sleep to come, but it never did. Tonight would be another night that he would yet again have to face him demons. He hated those stupid dreams. They were the only thing preventing him from being fully rested in the morning. He was awake for a full half hour before he finally fell asleep.
Bulma was laying in a huge meadow full of butterflies and wild flowers. She closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the cool breeze of the beautiful Summer evening. Everything seemed right at that moment. She just felt, at ease. Still, there was something missing. 'What was it?' She joined her brows in confusion. Not long after that thought, she felt a hand touch her cheek. Gingerly opening her eyes, she realize that all this time she was in the arms of a person. A man to be exact. Following the trail of his hand she came to met his face. But the thing is, she was more confused than before. She propped herself on her elbows and squinted her eyes. 'His face is so blurry. Why can't I see his face?' The man chuckled as if he had heard her thought. This made Bulma even more confused. Focusing harder, the person's face began to come into view. Pulling in even closer she was beginning to make out the face and then there was a noise and everything went blank.
Bulma snapped out of her sleep and then shook her head, trying to get rid of some of the sleepiness. After she was aware of her surrounding she began to back-track on what happened. "Damn. Why do I always wake up when I was about to see his face. Thanks a lot Vegeta." She muttered. Glancing over at the clock she noticed the time and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, 12:19? How did I manage to oversleep that much?" Sighing she got out of the bed and hit the showers. While drying off she reminded herself to ask her mom why she didn't wake her up. If there was anyone who could get her out of bed, it was her. 'Mom would annoy me to hell and the last thing I need was a headache before going to the lab.' She threw on a tank top and shorts then headed down. For the whole walk there she couldn't help wonder why the house was so quiet. She didn't even smell the breakfast that her mother was usually making in the morning. Something was wrong. The place was too quiet. She went to search the whole building looking for them but turned up empty handed. Well, Vegeta was obviously still here. 'Figures.' Deciding to give them a call, saw the date on the phone and to give herself a slap on the forehead. "Gosh, I forgot what day it was. They went off to that convention thing mom kept talking about." She shook her head at her stupidity. "I'm beginning to think those all-nighters are starting to mess up my metal state."
Bulma later popped in a movie and sat on the couch as she began to eat some pop corn. As the cheesy cliché scenes about the guy telling the girl he loved her, played, Bulma threw pop corn at the screen and booed. "Lair! He doesn't love you!" Reaching in the bowl for more pop corn, there was a loud explosion and the room shook. Bulma fell off the couch and stayed on the ground until the shaking stopped. She groaned as she got up, she held her head to stop the room from spinning. "What the hell was that? The last time that happened was when...Vegeta!" She yelled and ran out to the yard. As she approached the rubble where the Gravity Room once stood, fear started to creep up into her. "Vegeta..." She whispered. Pieces of scrap metals and bolts where flying everywhere as Bulma dogged Vegeta out of his metallic grave. "Please be alive, please be alive, please be alive-" she gasped when she saw his face and then continued digging desperately. After she got a good grip on him, she pulled him into the house and then all the way to the infirmary. "Damn he's heavy." She breathe out while she lifted him up and put him on the bed. She began tending to his wounds and wrapped bandages around him. He seemed to be stabled so Bulma left him and went to dispose of the bloody cloths. When she returned she saw a sight that made her put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from gasping. Vegeta was crying in his sleep and mumbling something incoherent. She slowly made her way over to him with a worried expression on her face. She knelt down in front of him and moved in closer to tried and hear what he was talking about. It was mostly about his life and when he was serving under freeza. She actually felt bad for him to hear what he went through and couldn't help the urged of putting a hand on his cheek. Almost immediately, Vegeta's eyes flew open and her breath was caught in her throat. 'Oh shit.'
