Chapter Nine
Vegeta had been right. It had been an awful day. He lay in bed knowing it was completely futile that he even try to sleep. How could he after everything he had learned today? The strange kid from the future with all of those predictions had robbed him of the chance to defeat Frieza, but that was the least of his concern. It was the predictions that alarmed him most, not that he was sure he could even trust that kid. He had said that they would all die by the hands of the androids. He could only assume that meant that he hadn't reached Super Saiyan in the next three years. It troubled him considerably. Especially as apparently there were two of them now. Goku and the future kid. He, Vegeta prince of all Saiyans must reach it; he must have it.
Vegeta considered getting up to train. He could hear the old man downstairs working on the capsule. Maybe the gravitron would give him the edge. Kakkarot had trained in one hundred times earth gravity.
He threw the covers from the bed and stood up pacing. Perhaps he should go and properly motivate the old man. Vegeta clenched his fists and then released them. No it was better if he trained tomorrow after a full nights sleep. He looked at the bed knowing it was pointless to try again, he needed something to help him sleep. A glass of hot milk? Wasn't that the usual earth custom?
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Bulma was sunk into a chair in the dimly lit downstairs lounge. It had been a turbulent day and her head was pulsing from the strain of it. First Vegeta had returned, then Frieza had arrived bent on revenge, then that guy from the future and then Goku. Not to mention the news of the androids and the earths impending doom. It made her head dizzy.
Yamcha had gone home to prepare and get rest. In honest truth perhaps it was his behaviour that had added to the mayhem of her thoughts and feelings. He'd argued with her on and off throughout the day and had left her behind on several occasions as well as leaving Gohan to help her up the mountain. Then he had turned around and begun acting all strange after Goku's bizarre comment about her having a healthy baby. Bulma frowned deeply she hadn't put on any weight and Yamcha's suggestion that they should settle down was ludicrous in light of the future.
She rubbed her temples. It was going to be a hard three years. She heard clanking outside and knew it was going to be a hard night for her Dad. He was busy repairing and rebuilding Capsule 3 so that it would be capable of producing gravity suitable for Vegeta's training.
The clanking was irritating, her head pulsed and she tried to summon up enough energy to move from the lounge chair. She had to get up and take a painkiller. She managed to get up and switch off the remaining light in the lounge. Sighing at the comfort of darkness she walked to the kitchen, feeling her way and pushed open the swinging door. She switched the light on the kitchen stove to give her self just enough to see by, she retrieved the tablet from the top shelf and poured a glass of water. Swallowing the tablet she walked towards the kitchen door, glass in hand and stretched her hand out to the door to push it open when suddenly it swung towards her. A dark shape loomed in the doorway menacingly.
"Aaaaagh!" She threw the glass of water at her assailant and stumbled backwards surprised as it bounced.
The glass shattered on the floor and the light switch came on with blinding fury.
"What are you doing?" The shape asked.
"Ve- geta?" Bulma's foggy head determined. "I thought you were a burglar . . . or an android."
Vegeta was standing there his pink 'bad man' shirt covered in water. " In that instance I hope water wasn't your only defense."
"I'm sorry, I'll get you a drying cloth er towel." Bulma stammered. She pulled a clean kitchen towel from the drawer.
Vegeta took it thanklessly and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Bulma wondered why he was still wearing the pink shirt she'd given him earlier. It dawned on her that he didn't have any other clothes to wear as she'd washed his saiyan suit and left it wet.
"You weren't wearing those clothes to bed were you?" She looked up meeting his gaze. His chest was bare and so close to her body. She immediately regretted asking anything about what he did or didn't do in bed. She was suddenly breathless and sure he could read her mind just by looking in her eyes. "I'll get you something more suitable." She dropped her gaze and fled the kitchen.
Clothes, clothes, she ordered her self, attempting to shy away from the embarrassment. She opened the linen closet for guests. She grabbed pajamas that looked appropriate; they were men's and black. She returned to the kitchen and without making eye contact managed to shove them at Vegeta and muttered him a promise of making sure his saiyan outfit was ready by morning.
Vegeta gave Bulma a quizzical look. She was behaving strangely. He must have really startled her. He shrugged, it was no concern of his. He concentrated on making his hot milk.
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In the safety of her bedroom Bulma sharply turned the key on her door as if she was somehow locking out her own emotions. She placed her back against the door; her hand clutched against her heart and tried to slow her breathing. What had just happened? It was that silly dream again! It had put thoughts it her head that just weren't there before. They seemed to be here now, quite vividly, she added as she reflected on her reaction. Well that was that. No more flirting. None. No more. Just to be safe.
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Authors Narration - Vegeta may have fallen from the sky in space capsule 3 but it seems like Bulma is doing some falling of her own, falling head over heels for Vegeta that is! Will she be able to do anything to stop herself – find out by reading Dragonball B V.
