Vegeta kicked the door in to the lab, once again, and laid her down on the cot in the medical wing. Calling out for her father, ordering him to appear immediately, he then shook her trying to wake her once again.
Bulma groggly said "ugh knock it off your gonna make me sick again" pushing his arms away from her and laying back on the bed.
As her father stumbled in half dressed, Vegeta game him a report "we were out at some 'club' and her and Yamcha had an argument, he knocked her against the wall hitting her head, she said she thinks it's some 'concussion' thing" he said, stepping back to allow the doctor to work.
"hmm" he said softly, preparing the CT scanner they kept in the room, "Bulma hunny, I need you to wake up and answer some questions for me" he said as he softly tapped her face.
Bulma muttered her replies as he assessed her various systems, then he sent the table through the scanner.
"well looks all clear, just a moderate concussion," her father said, "go ahead and sleep hunny, I'll check in on you periodically" to the side he said "really Vegeta shell be fine, you should get some rest."
Vegeta stormed off to his room, after determining that sleep was not an option, he chose instead to train thinking, if I can't beat the shit out of that cowardly runt, I'll demolish those bots instead. Kakarrot owes me a hell of a fight after the stunt he pulled.
Bulma woke the next morning to the sound of her cell phone. "umm hello,"
"hey" she heard Yamcha mutter on the other end of the line.
"what the hell do you want?" she said, still obviously pissed.
"I just wanted to see if you were ok, and to tell you I forgive you" he replied darkly.
"Forgive me! For what? You're the one who gave me a fucking concussion" she said, wincing at the headache her shrill screaming was giving her.
"For nearly fucking Vegeta in front of a crowd for starters, I know you aren't really interested in that jerk. I got the message loud and clear, you want me back, and I'm willing to let that happen on a few conditions" he said.
"Fuck you, and your conditions. In case you didn't notice I'm doing just fine without you. And that wasn't some stupid act, I am interested in him. I want him bad." She said suddenly felling viscously vindictive. "And when my head stops spinning from you slamming me into a wall I have every intention of showing him just how bad I want him." She said before slamming the phone shut. I can't believe the nerve of that self-centered bastard! She said to herself.
Ripping off the various censors her dad had in place she exited the exam room, "hey dad, umm thanks for taking care of me last night." She said shyly, knowing full well he doesn't approve of her drinking and such.
"It's ok hun, how are you feeling?" he asked still concerned.
"A lot better, thanks, I'm gonna go get cleaned up" she said heading for the stairs.
"Promise me one thing first?" he asked "that you'll never date that piece of shit again" he said.
"Uhhh, ya, I promise" she replied, shocked to hear her mild mannered father cuss. She ran upstairs as fast as her throbbing head would let her.
After taking a long, hot, luxurious shower, Bulma left to grab some food. Her mind already on the new sample she was testing in the lab, this could be it, a few more tests and then I'll take it to beta. If I break this it could be a real turning point for the guys. Too bad it won't be useful in the military market; it really is a genus idea.
Her mind so lost in her work she didn't notice Vegeta as he rounded the corner, heading for bed after a long night of training. "umph" she said as she walked into the brick wall of his chest.
"Ugh, woman watch where the hell you're walking" he said to her, in his usual grouchy state.
"Oh, sorry about that, I was thinking" she said rather absent mindedly, she was still debating a different technique for constructing her sample pre testing.
"I'm surprised you can still do that after last night." He said to her smirking and blocking her way to the stairs.
"It was a good dance, but not quite that good" she said, blushing even while she flirted.
"Hmm, maybe we should go work on that" he said as he backed her against the wall, hand gently brushing her check.
"Ohh, umm, I don't know about all that" she replied turning to the side for her escape "I've gotta get to work on this new thing, and you really need a shower, and I just . .. ."
"I see," he said attempting to hide the disappointment in his voice as he continued walking to his room.
"I don't mean never" she shouted back to him as he walked, "just that right this moment, I'm really close to a break through, I need to focus"
"Alright" he said, a small amount of his hope restored.
As he showered off he thought to himself I just don't get it, she's nothing. She's some alien whore on a back water planet. Why the hell should I care if . . . I don't know, what the hell! I need to focus on the fight at hand, and preparing for the fights after that. I need to be planning my strategy for taking down the Cold regime. For ascending! For avenging my people! Not pursuing some random female like a horny half-wit. I've gotta get the hell off this rock!
Bulma grabbed a quick snack and headed for the lab. Grabbing her latest sample she began testing. She zapped, cut, poked and prodded it until. Perfect, now just to get a larger construction and set up the Beta phase.
Vegeta!" she shouted "Hey Vegeta, I think I've done it! I need you to test this" Running up the stairs with the flap of cloth she busted down his door, too engrossed in her excitement to knock.
"I need you to - - - oh!" she shouted covering her eyes with the cloth as she backed out of the room "I'm soo sorry, I should have knocked, I can't believe I just. . ." saw his bare delicious ass she thought to herself, almost giggling. Stop it Bluma! Honestly, you're clearly on the rebound, and he deserves better than some horny heartbroken mess of a girl!
Rising from the bed and covering himself quickly he shouted "I'll make you sorry! What the fuck was that about!" stupid wretched woman. He thought, Why the fuck can't she just leave me in peace?
"Oh, God, I'm sorry I was just so excited, I think I figured it out! I just need you to help test it and then I can start production!" she said eagerness returning despite her embarrassment.
"You have the strangest way of asking for help, generally infuriating someone is the opposite way to go!" he said now turning to open the door, fully dressed. "What the hell is it?"
"it'll only take a minute see, I've been working on developing this new cloth using ionicly charged metals mixed with a thread based off of –" she began, as she paced around his room.
"Just get to the point woman!" he said, exhausted and exasperated.
"I'm hoping this fabric can deflect Ki blasts, serving as armor" she said quickly.
Vegeta's exhaustion faded quickly at the prospect of her statement. Not even Sayain armor could do that, and we have the best armor in the universe!
"Prove it" he replied commandingly, grabbing the cloth from her and leaping off the balcony.
"Hey what the hell! I wanna see!" she yelled from the window.
He flew up quickly and grabbed her as she explained "start out very small and work your way up slowly" she said as she settled on the ground "give me time between blasts to examine it, I want to see at what point it frays and at what point it is destroyed. After this test I'll produce a larger sample and we can see how it handles individual blasts and compare it to the results of the cumulative damage we find here" She set the sample against a rock in the yard and stepped back from it, turning to see Vegeta looking slightly disappointed.
"What do you mean is destroyed?" he asked "a minute ago you seemed confident this would work"
"That's not how it works. And it's just Beta testing, besides, I'll probably never be able to make something fully invincible. It'll still be rather resistant and should help deflect a lot of the ki." She said hopefully, she prepared herself for the hardest part of testing; watching weeks of work go up in smoke.
"Remember start small" she said as he set up his attack. Four blasts latter she saw some microscopic damage. After 9 blasts, all of increasing intensity, she could see obvious fraying. Finally after 15 blasts the fabric was toast. Disappointedly she removed her hard work from the rock and peaked at Vegeta through the hole.
"That last one was about half of my hardest blast, that's pretty durable fabric, how's the rock?" he asked now eagerly awaiting the results.
"Only a slight crack from the last blast" she muttered still disappointed her work didn't hold up as well as she hoped.
"Look at the rock now" he said sending another blast at the bare stone "that was the force I used in the last blast" the rock was gone, in its wake a fine powered of sand. "I'd say that's pretty useful armor"
"You think it'll help?" she asked, hopefully.
"I know it will" he said as he took the fabric from her hands, giving her a small kiss on the lips as reward for her hard work in developing it. He took pleasure in the slight blush on her cheeks, then frowning thought; I can't allow myself to be distracted.
He took the fabric running it through his hands; it was very flexible, and surprisingly breathable. There was quite a bit of stretch to it, it should serve quite well in combat, he thought.
"I'm hoping to make it into a kind of under-armor for you guys." She said "You could wear it comfortably under the clothing of your choice and it'll fit as if it's not there." Then she thought "Do you have any specific color or something you would like?"
"Dark blue" he said, the color of the Sayian army.