B & V
Chapter 2
"Imagine That "
"If you keep overloading the Gravity Machine, one of these days it'll explode and you with it. Again. And there's gonna be a lot of pretty fireworks." She said scolding Vegeta. Because he accidentally overloaded the machine and it blew a circuit. And now Bulma was fixing it the best she could. "Do you mind holding this up for me?" She asked Vegeta showing him what she wanted him to lift. "Fine…" Vegeta said lifting a large metallic ramp with bunches of cables and wires attached to it. "I'll just connect this and push this down…" she mumbled as she connected, disconnected, and gutted cables wires and bunch of other stuff. "You can put it down." Bulma commanded at Vegeta. Vegeta placed the metallic ramp down. Bulma standed up and pushed some buttons. "There, fixed. Try not overload it again." She said looking at Vegeta. "Whatever." He responded. Bulma took a deep sigh and annoyed by Vegeta's constant destruction of the circuits of the Gravity Machine. "Done," Bulma said whipping the sweat off her forehead. "Its awfully hot today. Try not to overload the machine again." She said as she picked up her mini-toolbox and walking away. She could feel his eyes on her. She tried not to do anything that would make him… (I don't know) change his mind.
* * *
Vegeta was having a hard time concentrating on his training. He just couldn't get the image of Bulma smiling out of his head. "What the hell has this human woman done to me?!" Vegeta said out loud. Then his stomach grumbled. "Oh, great…" he mumbled.
* * *
Bulma was seated on the chair reading some files, and a bunch of other things on the table. Then, Vegeta came in wearing a loose tank top showing his muscles, and some loose blue jeans. Bulma noticed him, and took a deep gulp. Vegeta looked better in those clothes more than Gokou would ever do. Bulma felt her heart race as she saw how good Vegeta looked in those clothes. Vegeta rambled the refrigerator and took out some stuff. Ate it and left back to his training. Bulma noticed as he left and felt her heartbeat slow down. --What the hell is wrong with me? --
Vegeta kept training hard and harder every time. Now that his stomach was full he began his training again to become the legendary Super Saiyan.
* * *
A couple of weeks went by. Bulma and Yamcha haven't seen each other for a long time which was weird even for Vegeta. As for Bulma and Vegeta their usual fights kept on. And rarely a minute without fighting.
* * *
Bulma was up in her room asleep when she heard a clattering noise. Bulma woke up and grabbed a bat that she had always kept beside her bed just in case of emergency. You never know. She crept down the stairs with a small creak in each step. She had a hard grip on the bat. She held it as tightly as she could.
She went to the kitchen only to find one hell of a mess, and well... vegeta.
"What the hell?" Bulma said as she still held the bat in her hand. You never know in the middle of the night with a hungry saiyan prince. Vegeta didn't answer he just kept quiet. He was simply holding his left hand by the wrist with his right hand. Bulma looked down only to see a tint of blood on the floor. She then looked at Vegeta's hand which of course was bleeding.
"Oh, Kami! You're bleeding Vegeta!" Bulma said quickly dropping the bat she was holding. The bat cluttered to the marble floor with a small Bam.
Bulma walked quickly over to Vegeta and tried to grab his hand but, he quickly pushed her away.
"Leave me alone, woman!" he snorted angrily. He grinned at her in her nightgown and frowned.
"What are you doing up so late, anyway?" Vegeta said in his usual rugged tone. "I heard a noise so I thought I'd check it out." Bulma answered. Her eyes were still focused on Vegeta bleeding hand. "Are you sure you are alright, Vegeta?" she said in a worried tone.
"Of course I'm alright, woman." Vegeta scowled.
"Well excuse ME for caring!" Bulma yelled angrily. She puffed angrily but was once more drawn to Vegeta's wound. "Please Vegeta let me look at that wound. It could get infected!" Bulma said calming her tone so the saiyan prince wouldn't feel threatened. "Hn... Hai." Vegeta mumbled out.
"OK!" Bulma said as she took off and a few minutes later returned with a first aid kit. Bulma patched up Vegeta's hand up with ease, and it stopped bleeding. "You should get some sleep and in the morning I'll change the bandages so the wound at least would get some air." Bulma kissed his hand and smiled at him. He could feel his face burn with redness. He growled angrily and turned away embarrassed by her sudden action. Bulma knowing this winked at him and left leaving a very confused Vegeta behind.
--Why the hell did she do this? After all the shit that has happened she has never been nice to me...-- Vegeta thought staring at his hand. He sighed deeply and left for his quarters. He shrugged off all those impending thoughts. They really didn't matter to him. A warrior of high class shouldn't worry about pathetic-full earth woman like her.
* * *
Bulma was seated in her kitchen's chair laying back simply drinking a can of Pepsi, when the phone began ringing. She stood up and picked up the phone that hung from the kitchen wall.
"Moshi Moshi?"
"Bulma? It's me, Mikoto!" the person at the other end said.
"MIKOTO!!" Bulma screamed full of joy. Mikoto was a childhood friend of hers. They have had a few fights and discussions but, always found a way to apologize to each other. Mikoto was a lawyer, she had helped Bulma with a few issues against people trying to sue the Capsule Corp. a few times. "Long time no see, Mikoto! Wow, how's everything? How's Shinjin?"
"I'm alright. Shinjin is just fine!" she responded. "It's a miracle. Phone line isn't busy for a change!"
Bulma laughed. "So what brings you to calling here?" she asked her.
"Ah, nothing important. I was just planning a get-together for the both of us! I bet you need some vacation. You are always working on a device or something."
Bulma stood quiet thinking for a moment if she had anything to do. In exception with messing with the translation device. Since then she really didn't have anything else important to do. "Sure thing." She finally answered.
"Saturday ok for you?"
"Hai." She responded.
"See you then!" Mikoto said hanging up. Bulma hung up the phone and sighed for a moment. Would it be wise to leave a saiyan alone in her house? Vegeta could take care of himself, and he would eat everything on the fridge so she'd have to do some killer grocery shopping later