AN: This is probably going to be my shortest chapter EVER! Ha, you'll just LOVE the ending. Thank you everyone who sent me a review. I'll continue with chapter nine after I get nine more reviews. =) Don't be lazy guys! Help me out and review me!
Disclaimer: In case you didn't already know, DBZ doesn't belong to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT!
*It's a beautiful day to be young, alive, and in love * Bulma thought, smiling. She showered and changed into her "designer sweats". * Well, I don't know about in love, but I am happy! Now it's time I started heading for the gym. * She trotted down the stairs and ran smack into Vegeta.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"What do you think?" he growled angrily crossing his arms.
"Well…hey! You're wearing sweats? Are you wanting to come to the gym with me today?"
"It took you long enough to figure it out woman. If you're the planet's smartest woman, this place is in really bad shape." He scoffed.
Bulma counted to ten as she bit her tongue. She turned on her heel and left the room. Vegeta followed her into the kitchen and stepped back as she grabbed two bottles of water and silently handed him one.
"If you weren't a guest in my house Vegeta… Well, never mind. Come on!" Bulma smiled and ran out to her blue Volkswagen bug, with Vegeta trailing behind her.
"This is my ancient car. It's in mint condition. The only car the d*mn chauffeur lets me drive." She hopped in, put on her seatbelt and started it. "Come on in Vegeta! What, are you scared?" she taunted. Vegeta got in on the passenger side quickly.
"The only thing that scares me is your driving." He said, smirking.
*Oh, shut up. * Bulma stepped on the gas and they were on their way.
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Henry Churches, Bulma's personal trainer/coach, raised an eyebrow at Bulma's…guest. "Sir, if you want to lift weights while I'm with Bulma, just go down that hall and turn left." He said pointing.
Vegeta went down the hall and was gone. Bulma frowned slightly after him.
"What are we doing today, Henry?" She asked peevishly; irritated that she couldn't be with Vegeta.
"Well, we can do aerobics or you could lift weight for a while and run the treadmill."
"Lift weights." She said quickly, going to the weight room. Henry followed her, confused. He got her started lifting ninety pounds. He turned to Vegeta and his mouth dropped open.
Vegeta had put every other weight in the gym on his bar and he was lifting it above his head with one hand. Henry, flabbergasted, totaled up the weights mentally. *1500 pounds! My Kami! This guy's unbelievable. *
"Henry, I…need…" Bulma gasped. Henry frowned slightly at his needy pupil and quickly changed it to a smile as he helped her.
"Why don't you run for a few miles on the treadmill?" He said starting the machine for her. Bulma got on the machine and jogged at a moderate pace for a long time, watching Henry watch Vegeta. Vegeta was taking Bulma's ninety-pound weights and putting them on his dumbbell. He lifted it again, tossed it in the air, and caught it with ease. He put the weight down.
*Woman, this is too easy *Vegeta thought irritably.
*Try the treadmill *
Vegeta grunted and got on the treadmill next to hers.
*How are you supposed to… *
Bulma leaned over, turned his machine on, and set it on a high setting for him.
*I would have figured it out by myself. *He thought angrily.
*You're welcome *Bulma though6t, blocking him out.
Henry wasn't sure what to do, so he watched as Vegeta ran 50 miles with out breaking a sweat. Bulma, who was jealous of all the attention Vegeta was getting, saw Henry staring at Vegeta and snorted in disgust.
"Let's go Vegeta. I'm finished for today." She said leaving. Vegeta got off his treadmill, and followed her, at a distance. Henry watched Vegeta leave and started to imagine taking him to wrestling or boxing tournaments and winning effortlessly. He cursed as he realized it was too late to ask him; not that he really knew the guy anyway. He told himself that he would ask Bulma to ask him, later.
*Looks like you have a fan. * Bulma thought angrily.
*A what? *
*An admirer. *
*Who? *
"Henry, you d*mn idiot." She snapped, getting in the car. "Hurry up and get in the d*mn car already, Vegeta!"
*Stop your d* mn shouting, and no. I refuse to get in a car with you while you are out of control like this. *
"I am not out of control! What are you going to do, walk home?" she sneered.
"No, I'll fly there." He said dryly, leaving.
"Screw you, you d*mn * sshole!" she yelled after him. Bulma angrily rolled up her window and slammed her foot on the gas. She pulled out of the parking lot on two wheels.
*That stupid idiot * she thought angrily, blocking Vegeta out. She took a sharp left turn still angrily thinking of Vegeta. She was so angry in fact; she didn't even really see the tree she slammed into.
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A.N. Oh no! A cliffhanger! Well, I won't leave you dangling for long! Remember what I said about the reviews! Here's a line or two from chapter nine:
"The woman got what she deserved. She crossed me and got her due. I told her to calm down, d*mn it!"
~ Vegeta.