Chapter Ten

The morning light streamed into Bulma's bedroom window and glinted on the mirror above her dresser. Bulma stared at herself in the mirror, as she brushed her hair vigorously. She shook her head at her complete silliness last night. The strain of the day, combined with the weird dream and a couple of headache tablets had obviously caused a severe over reaction on her part, it was the most satisfactory explanation and the only one she wanted to believe.

Her mind was busy with other thoughts as the full impact of yesterday's news began to sink in. Bulma contemplated the entire situation and was still not entirely convinced she shouldn't go searching for the dragonballs herself despite the others misgivings but as she wasn't going to have any help she decided her time might be better spent on beginning some research on Dr. Gero and the androids.

Yamcha was off training and she had heard the gravity capsule kick in early this morning, which indicated that Vegeta had begun his training as well. She could only assume Vegeta had found his Saiyan suit at his door. She had waited last night until she had heard Vegeta go back to his room before venturing out to get it and dry it. Somehow she hadn't been able to shake the image of his bare chest until she had.

She'd repaired the suit too with Capsule Corp's no sew material repairer and also made some plans to copy the combat suit. She couldn't believe the poor man had been living in that one suit, goodness knows what he'd been wearing to bed for those 129 days.

She wondered why she had never given it any thought before, surely she should have considered getting Vegeta other clothing all that time he was here. Well no time like the present. Research on Dr. Gero would wait; she should get to the shops and find Vegeta some clothes. Men just don't think of these things. "Oh my" Bulma said out aloud. "Was that my mother's voice?"

Outside Bulma ran into Yamcha standing near the gravitron.

"Yyyamcha," Bulma stuttered, she felt strangely embarrassed.

"I just came by to see how things are going, " Yamcha said.

"With what?" asked Bulma.

"You know," Yamcha took her arm and moved them away from the gravitron. "With him here." He jerked his head towards the gravitron.

"Who?" Bulma said. "Vegeta?"

"I don't like him here. He's bad news." Yamcha complained.

"Not really," Bulma said thoughtfully then cleared her voice. "I mean Vegeta was here for 129 days without incidence before and besides Vegeta's too busy training to bother me- us- capsule corp."

"I guess." Yamcha conceded. "Where are you off to?"

"I was going to go shopping," Bulma said awkwardly, "but we can do something else if you like." She lifted her eyes hopefully.

"Nah, I better get back to my training." Yamcha said throwing a few punches to the air.

Bulma shrugged. "Suit yourself."

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Vegeta walked up the stairs of Capsule Corp. heading for his room after an exhaustive but productive day of training. He was pleased by the graviton and felt a small measure of hope that it could be the tool to achieving greatness. He neared his bedroom door and heard noises coming from inside. Putting his hand quietly on the doorknob he used his lightning fast speed to surprise the intruder.

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Bulma fell onto the floor. The clothes she had been stacking on the bed fell in a heap on her lap.

"What are you doing in here? Vegeta angrily demanded.

"You scared me Vegeta," Bulma stood up and dusted herself off.

"I'm waiting for your explanation as to why it is you feel you can enter my room!" Vegeta's voice was raised and threatening.

"Well, I would think that would be obvious," Bulma gestured towards the piles of men's clothes. "I was putting some clothes away that I bought you. I didn't think you would want to go around wearing your Saiyan suit and that pink shirt all the time -"

"I have no use for anything I can't train or fight in." Vegeta interrupted.

"Well, I considered that," Bulma was undeterred, "and I bought you bits and pieces that I could find but your combat suit seemed like the more practical option and I just didn't find time to begin producing them today."

"Am I hearing this right? You are reproducing Saiyan combat armour?"

"Just the suit for now, material is a lot easier to replicate than the armour, Vegeta, but give me some time and I am sure I'll come up with a suitable copy for that too. I am brilliant you know." She beamed at him and then bent down to pick up the pile of clothes that she had dropped on the floor. "As for the other clothes, I thought you might want them but go ahead and disintegrate them if that's what you want to do."

Bulma put the last pile of clothes into a drawer in the dresser and walked to the door. She stopped suddenly and turned back. "Oh, and be careful when you open the wardrobe."

Vegeta watched her leave. He walked over to the dresser and pulled open the other drawers of the dresser. His eyes widened, sure enough they were full of clothes. "How much clothing do these earthlings need?" he muttered.

He went to the wardrobe remembering Bulma's warning he laughed at it, "Be careful, why what's it going to do to me, swallow me up? Hah!" He wrenched open the door and the entire contents of the overstuffed wardrobe fell on him. He stood a few moments with clothing surrounding him with one lone tie hanging from a point of his hair.

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Authors Narration - What's this? Vegeta tie-d down with a wardrobe malfuction? This is no time to be fashionably late. You've got to attain the goal of Super Saiyan and save the earth from the androids! Get a move on Vegeta, we need you for the next chapter of Dragonball B V.