It was August when the 1000G gravity room was finally completed. As the exact day drew near, Vegeta's questioning of the Brief family became more and more frequent. Bulma was literally being driven nuts by his constant barrage of having to answer more and more precisely when the gravity room would finally be done. It was getting to be all that he talked about. But finally, the big day finally came.
Bulma lay in her bed awake for a few minutes before finally getting up. Vegeta had not graced her with his presence last night. She was happy about this because she didn't especially feel like dealing with him this morning. Although she had her own reasons for this, she suspected that he wanted to concentrate on his training for the time being instead of expending any energy into their extra-curricular activities, at least for one night. Ever since they discovered each other's willingness to make the agreement, most nights were, in fact, spent in Bulma's bedroom together.
Bulma felt a little wetness between her legs. I wonder. She got up and headed to the bathroom. When she pulled down her panties, she looked to see if anything looked different than the night before. Nothing. She was really getting worried now.
Bulma sighed as she relieved herself. I'd better run to the store before I start working on the gravity room.
She went about her normal morning routine, though instead of dressing for the office or the lab, she put on a pair of stained jeans and a T-shirt. She knew she was going to be spending at least half a day on the gravity room to finish it before handing over the password to Vegeta.
Breakfast was eaten with her parents and Vegeta. He was dressed for training as he usually was at this time of day. That surprised her a bit considering he knew he would have his new gravity room starting in the afternoon. She thought for sure he'd want to rest until then – it would be hard to pry him out of there after that.
Bulma sat there and played with her scrambled eggs, just pushing them around the plate for the most part.
Vegeta felt something wasn't quite right with the woman. Then he began to closely observe her behavior and knew something was bothering her.
"Woman, what is your problem?" he asked.
Not wanting to disclose anything at this point, she simply gave him the standard answer of, "Nothing."
"I can see how stressed you are," said Vegeta. "Out with it."
"Vegeta, I said nothing was wrong," she replied with an irritated tone.
He decided not to push her in front of her parents, at least for now. He finished his breakfast and exited out the back door.
Bulma finally tired of her eating/pushing her food around the plate game that she was playing and cleaned up her dishes herself.
"Dad, I'll be back in a half hour so we can finish up the gravity room. I need to run an errand," Bulma told her father.
"I'll meet you there," said Dr. Brief.
Bulma turned and went out the back door. She headed straight for one of the Capsule Corp fleet vehicles and just as she was reaching for the door handle, Vegeta suddenly appeared between her and the car.
"What do you want, Vegeta?" she asked.
"Again I'll ask you, what is your problem?" he asked.
"And you already heard my answer!" she replied.
"Woman, let me explain something to you. One of the side effects of our nightly romps is that we've started to form a bond between the two of us," Vegeta explained.
"Bond? What on earth are you talking about?" Bulma questioned.
"Onna, must I remind you once again that I am not from earth?" Vegeta asked.
"No, you really don't have to remind me, Vegeta. I think I can remember that one," said Bulma.
"You haven't noticed anything strange since we began our little arrangement?" asked Vegeta.
"Like what?" said Bulma.
"Like having a second sense about where I am, or what kind of mood I'm in?" said Vegeta.
Bulma thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. I just thought that was because we were getting to know each other better."
"You idiot! That's the bond!" remarked Vegeta.
"You never told me anything about a bond!" Bulma struck back.
"I didn't know how strong it would be….or even if there would be one since you aren't Saiyan," answered Vegeta. "Don't worry, this is as bad as it should get unless we take things to the next level."
"I don't even want to know," stated Bulma. She turned back to the car so she could open the door thinking that the conversation was essentially over. Vegeta placed his hand on it once again.
"Now back to the matter at hand. I know you are upset about something. I need to get your blasted concern out of my mind so I can concentrate!" demanded Vegeta.
"I'm late, ok?" Bulma yelled.
Vegeta backed off immediately. "Late? You mean…"
"Well, that's where I was going, you jerk. I wasn't going to say anything until I knew for sure. But noooo, you needed to know now, didn't you?" she unloaded on him.
"I thought you were protecting yourself!" shouted Vegeta.
"I was! It's not foolproof though! Nothing is!" shouted Bulma right back. "Now, let me go!"
Vegeta stepped away and let Bulma go on her way. He fumed as he made his way towards the 400G gravity room. When he entered, he didn't even bother to do his usual warm-ups. He just wanted to smash something. He turned the gravity up to 400G right away and activated the training bots that usually helped him in practicing his blast dodging. This time, however, he went right on the offensive and started to take the bots down one by one with direct blasts. When they were down on the floor of the gravity room, he started kicking them around the room at full force. By the time he was done, they were in pieces on the floor.
Bulma left Vegeta standing there as she drove off to the closest store. She found the test she was looking for and quickly returned to Capsule Corp. She went right for her private bathroom with her newly bought package. She took out the first stick and followed the instructions precisely. After three minutes, she examined the white display screen. It was still empty.
Nothing? she questioned.
Not trusting first stick, she pulled the second stick from the package. Now I know why they sell these in packages of two or three.
She performed the same ritual on the second stick. After three minutes, she looked at the display screen. Again, it was still blank.
I guess….I'm not pregnant. She exhaled. Although the tests were telling her not to be worried, she still was a little nervous. Why hadn't Aunt Flo come for her monthly visit? Bulma decided not to obsess over it – she still had some work to do on the new gravity room. The two negative pregnancy tests had given her enough confidence to go on with her day.
Bulma and her father worked on the final diagnostic testing and tweaking of the system over the remainder of the morning. They actually finished right before lunch – a few hours earlier than they had anticipated.
When they walked into the kitchen in their greasy clothes with smiles on their faces, both Vegeta and Mrs. Brief noticed the pleasant demeanor immediately.
"Well, well. You two look like you've have a good morning," noted Mrs. Brief.
"The 1000G gravity room is finally done," noted Bulma. "Vegeta, you and I will head over there after we're done here, ok?"
She seems….relieved. I guess I know what the outcome of the test was then. "After lunch it is," he replied.
Lunch continued without incident. Bulma and Vegeta walked out of the kitchen together afterwards and headed towards the new gravity room.
"Woman, I take it your mind has been eased," remarked Vegeta.
"Based on what you told me earlier, you already know that it has," replied Bulma.
"True," he replied.
"Why didn't you tell me about what could happen between us?" asked Bulma. "I never agreed to this bond of yours."
"I didn't think it would be that big a deal. Like I said, I didn't even know if one would form because you are from earth. And it's not like I can read your mind or anything," said Vegeta.
"Well that's a relief," answered Bulma.
"Why? What thoughts do you have that you don't want me to know about?" smirked Vegeta.
"That, my dear Saiyan, you will never know," Bulma replied. "So are we just going to be like this from now on?"
"If we remain the way we are now, yes. Like I said, if we take it to the next level, then the bond will get stronger," said Vegeta.
"Yeah, that's what you said before. I guess I don't have to worry about that, right?" asked Bulma.
"Damn straight," said Vegeta.
Bulma opened the outer door of the space capsule by inputting a code into a keypad. "The code is 28562," she said. The door hissed open. They stepped inside.
"It looks larger than the last one," noted Vegeta.
"The actual training area isn't any larger," said Bulma. "But the additional equipment needed to pull and sustain 1000Gs took up some of the extra space. We also added some amenities."
"Such as…," Vegeta followed-on.
"There is a small personal room off to the side over there," she said as she pointed down the rounded hallway to the left.
"What the hell is a personal room?" asked Vegeta.
"Dammit, I didn't know what else to call it! Follow me," said Bulma. She led Vegeta to the left where there were two doors off the corridor.
"This room is just a bathroom," she said opening the first door. "You can access it from the hallway or the personal room."
Vegeta looked inside and saw the normal tub/shower, toilet and sink that you'd see in any bathroom.
"If you use this, keep an eye on this sensor," said Bulma. "Since this ship isn't connected to the outside world, the water supply could dry up or the waste container could overflow. When this sensor turns yellow, it is time to change it all out. If you let it get to red, something will probably break and no more training for the Saiyan."
"Noted," said Vegeta.
"And this," she started as she opened up the other door inside the bathroom, "is the personal room. It isn't very big, but it has a full-size bed in here and a few shelves and drawers to utilize. There's also a small frig over there."
"Isn't this just a bedroom?" asked Vegeta.
"Yeah, I guess so. It's just so small, and it just has the basics," noted Bulma. "I didn't think it was worthy of the title 'bedroom'."
She led him back into the corridor and into the gravity room itself. In the center of the room was the control panel.
"The controls operate very similarly to the 400G gravity room. But, as you can see, the dial now goes to 1000G. I know we've designed out the possibility of explosions, but Vegeta, please do not go above 1000G. You will break the thing and it will take a long time to fix. Some of these components are extremely expensive and as such, we won't be keeping spares on-hand."
Vegeta grunted in acknowledgement. "Now woman, leave me so I can start training!"
Bulma knew that Vegeta would want to get going as soon as he could and she expected his curt request to get out.
"Knock yourself out," she said as she went out the door to the gravity room.
She walked over to her lab and settled in to work for the rest of the day. She ate dinner with her parents, watched some TV, and went to bed alone.
The next few days flew by in a similar manner. She did not even see Vegeta though she suspected he probably came and got some food from the main kitchen to put in his new personal space that she had carved out for him.
When she finally got her period, she didn't even bother to tell him. By the time it arrived, it had been days since she last saw him and by then she was a little put off by his lack of appearances.
I know we're only friends, she thought, but I thought there was a little more to it than just the sex.
Vegeta trained hard in his new gravity room. He only took minimal breaks to eat, bathe and sleep. Now, thanks to the woman, he didn't even have to leave the capsule to meet any of his basic needs. It was all right here. And he had some serious time to make up for from the weeks of training only at 400G.
Two days into his retreat, he noticed a slight sense of irritation and frustration in the air. Every day after that, the feeling grew a little more so that by the time he had locked himself away for a week, he not only was looking at an extremely short temper, but he had the feeling of impending doom hovering over him. Vegeta could tell that this aura he sensed did not originate from himself. The woman must be pissed.