Chapter six, yahoo! It shouldn't have turned out this way, but when I had written around 1200 words I couldn't bring myself to delete something to make space for what should really be in the chapter. So now I have made this chapter and the next one will be more like what I had intended chapter six to be like. Originally the story would be 12 chapters long, but now it will be 13 and I'm not sure it won't turn out to become longer once again.
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Bulma dried her forehead with the back of her hand. She was lying underneath a panel in the GR she was building for Vegeta. Some of the engineers had found a blueprint for her and Niklo had helped her by translating the measures. She had asked for some help but Vegeta had denied it. She suspected that he enjoyed seeing her struggle with the machine all by herself while demanding her to do it faster than possible. 'Why did I ever fall in love with such a pain in the ass prince?' she thought. 'And why does he just stand there? If I was left alone I could use the timestopper and make a GR like on earth, it would be much quicker than trying to decipher this!' She huffed and tried to see what she had to do now according to the blueprint.
"Don't you have anything better to do than stare at me?" Bulma yelled still hidden beneath the panel. She could see the lower half of his body as he leaned against the opposite wall. He still wore the type of spandex jumpsuit as he had worn underneath his armor but this had a more grayish color than the former dark-blue. "Your highness," she added sarcastically and fumbled for a tool, which had just been beside her. "Damn, where did it go!?" Bulma sat up and had totally forgotten that she was underneath the panel. She yelped in pain when she hit her forehead hard against a metalbar and when the back of her head then hit the floor as she by instinct shot backwards.
"I do have," Vegeta said and pushed himself away from the wall, "but if the so-called genius keep hitting her head when trying to find this." He picked up the tool which she had been looking for. It had been pushed out from underneath the panel by her elbow when she had made an adjustment to her left earlier. "I'm going to have to wait until my tail rot off before I can start training." He dragged her out by her foot and dropped the tool at her.
Bulma managed to catch the tool before it hit her left shoulder. She didn't know its name, it looked like a combination of a hammer and a screwdriver and yet like nothing she had ever seen before. But it had worked with some of the unusual bolts she had been provided with, and therefor she didn't care about the name. "Why thank you," she said as she held the tool to show what she talked about and tried to sit up. Vegeta still held her foot and thereby had her leg stretched into the air, which left her lying flat on her back. "If you let go of my foot, I will have a chance to make this damn thing before you lose your imaginative tail, your highness."
Just when the words left her mouth Bulma opened her eyes wide. 'Fuck!' "I'm sorry, Prince Vegeta, I…" She didn't manage to say anymore of her apology before she was thrown across the room. She hit the wall with her right shoulder and heard a sickening crunch. Slowly she slit down the wall and tried to hold back the tears as she heard the growling prince walking towards her.
"You must have a death wish, wench," he said with hatred in his dark eyes.
"I'm sorry, please believe me, I am so sorry, Prince Vegeta," Bulma said and let the tears flow. She couldn't care less about what he thought, the thumping pain in her shoulder were almost unbearable. When Vegeta grabbed her right arm and yanked her to her feet she screamed at the top of her lungs and almost passed out. "Please," she screamed and moved towards him in an attempt to release some off the stress on her crushed shoulder. "Please, Vegeta, I beg of you, let go of me!" She felt like her arm was trying to separate itself from her body and the pain made her dizzy. He said something, but she couldn't comprehend his sentences with the blood pumping loudly in her ear.
"Vegeta, please," she wept and clung to him before she finally passed out.
Niklo looked at the woman, who floated in the regenerationtank. He was surprised she even was alive. He had no idea what had happened between her and the prince, but he guessed that she had once again talked without thinking. He shook his head and turned the regenerationtank off as he had been instructed to. Prince Vegeta had wished for her shoulder to be healed enough for her to be able to work but not completely as if he wanted her in pain.
The purple-skinned alien turned his white eyes towards the tank, which was now half drained. He knew, that he was the only one on the ship able to talk to the earth-woman except the prince, no one beside the three of them knew Japanese. That was also the reason why he had gotten the responsibility of overlooking the woman's healing. He just couldn't figure out whether to ask what had happened or not. If the problem had been about the GR and he could help her he would, but if it was anything else he would be of no use.
The machine beeped to tell the draining was done and the person in it ready to be awoken. Niklo opened the machine and carefully took the air-supply off Bulma. "You're done Ms. Bulma, please wake up." He saw her eyelids flutter before they opened to reveal her blue eyes shining with confusion.
"Where am I?" she said with a hoarse voice after her screaming. Her eyes gained focus and to her relief she saw Niklo in front of her. "Niklo, thank kami, what happened?" The last thing she remembered was an intense pain and suddenly everything had turned dark. Her shoulder was still hurting but not anymore than she could manage it for a couple of days if necessary.
"You're at the infirmary. Prince Vegeta brought you here with a completely shattered shoulder. I would have liked to heal you completely," Niklo said and avoided looking into her eyes. "But the prince wanted the healing to be stopped before being complete. I'm sorry."
Bulma put a hand at his arm and waited for the alien to look her in the eyes. "It's not your fault, Niklo. It wasn't you, who commented on Prince Vegeta's lost tail." Niklo's eyes shot open. Bulma nodded. "I really should learn how to hold my tongue," she said and started laughing. Niklo did the same, but they were interrupted by a growl coming from the door.
"My lord," Niklo said in a high pitched voice. Bulma suddenly noticed her own nakedness when Niklo passed her a towel, and she quickly put it around her body.
"That would be wise, wench," Vegeta said and walked over to where they stood. Bulma saw how Niklo let his shoulders hang and bowed his head to show the much shorter prince his respect and became aware of how high the purple-skinned humanoid really was.
"Yes, Prince Vegeta," she said and looked at her hands fumbling at the towel's edge. She took a sharp intake of breath when Vegeta grabbed her right shoulder and dragged her to the other end of the room. He opened a locker and grabbed a purple jumpsuit.
"Put this on. Then you can match that sorry excuse of a technician," he said and threw the clothes at her. He said something to Niklo in some alien language and left the room with the same frown he had had when he entered. Bulma looked puzzled at Niklo but wouldn't ask what was said if he didn't want to tell her. The alien's eyes were suddenly grayish and not white as usual.
"When you're dressed Prince Vegeta wants me to follow you back to the GR. And…" Niklo's voice broke. After a couple of deep breaths he continued: "He said I should then tell you goodbye and recommend you to learn an alien tongue if you want to talk to other than himself."
Bulma's eyes filled with tears as she understood what she had just been told. She ran across the room and let the giant alien embrace her. "Niklo, is it my fault? Let me try and talk to him, maybe I can do something," she said desperately. During the time between the threat of the ship self-destructing and Vegeta declaring to keep an eye on her at all time the two of them had talked a bit when he had persuaded a guard to let him bring her food. Bulma couldn't let him die without at least trying to save him.
Niklo smiled sadly at her and shook his head. "I went against my lord by healing you as much as I did, and when I woke you up before summoning him I went against another order. I'm sorry Ms. Bulma, I didn't think the consequences would be this grave." He hugged her once again before he turned his back to her and told her to get into the jumpsuit. Bulma did so, while Niklo tried to ignore her heartbreaking sobbing.
They walked to the GR in silence. When they stood outside the room Bulma once again tried to talk Niklo into letting her try and convince Vegeta not to kill him, but the alien wouldn't let her risk her own wellbeing when he knew it would be of no use. Bulma threw her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest ignoring the pain in her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Niklo," she said while her tears soaked his labcoat. He brushed her hair a couple of times and opened the door for her. She went inside and caught a glimpse of her alien friend as the door closed behind her. His eyes were filled with tears and he sent her a sad smile before the door was completely shut.
The door slide shut as Vegeta walked into the middle of the GR. Bulma didn't look at him but continued to work with her left hand as she tried to spare her hurting shoulder. "When will you be done, woman?" he said impatiently and flexed his fingers. They were still hot after soaking in the technician's blood when Vegeta had ripped his internals out.
"In a day, perhaps two," she said still not looking away from the panel she was using to type in commands. She had finished the last hardware constructions as soon as she had wiped her tears after seeing Niklo walk out of her life. She had decided to finish the GR as soon as possible and then try to flee. Even though she would feel as empty in her soul as she had before traveling back in time, she couldn't bear to be at the ship any longer.
"I only have to make the software now, and hopefully the system is totally in Japanese. I don't know what to do if it suddenly gives me an alien screen now when you have killed my only interpreter." Her voice was trembling with her unshed tears and anger. How could he? Niklo hadn't done any damage. It had only been a minor defying of Vegeta's orders, and it wouldn't have harmed anyone except his damned pride! She wiped her nose and continued to work while she could feel Vegeta's burning gaze at her. How she had missed it when she had went back and how she now wished for him to leave her alone. She didn't want to destroy her memories of their wonderful time together by seeing him being as he was right now.
Vegeta snorted. He was tired of playing her games and having to explain himself to a mere human. "Which language am I using, woman?" he said mockingly. Bulma turned around and he could see her redshot eyes were blank with tears. She closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath before opening them again. He was surprised to see the determination and anger shining from their depths. "Japanese, your highness, but I wouldn't take up your precious time of watching me work to ask you to translate for me. That would be too lowly a task for a prince like you, my lord."
Vegeta was in her face in a flash. "And here I thought you had gained some sanity and would try to watch your tongue, bitch," he sneered and grabbed her right shoulder. "Maybe I should have killed the weakling in front of your eyes to show you what waits for you if you don't do as told from now on. Are we clear?" He didn't know why he gave her so many chances, but for some unknown reason he couldn't bring himself to kill her. At least not right now.
Bulma nodded with tears streaming her cheeks. She didn't know what hurt the must. Her shoulder or the knowledge that the man she was so desperately in love with now had killed four of the people she held dear.
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I had some more time to write today than I thought, so I'm gonna write the same as last time *laughs*: "Hopefully I will have the time to make a chapter more before the musical festival, and then you will have to wait until the 22nd of July."
