HAZARDOUS!3: "hey, look! You're bleeding!"
Yup, on the notch, just before the next week begins. Some more. Well, most of ya seemed to like the last part, so I figured hey, what the hell. Still got some hours before bed-time.
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Bulma heard them coming before she saw them. She sighed and put away the plans for her newest invention she had been working on, hiding them well away in her desk-drawer.
Then, she went over to the cupboard and got the medical supplies out.
She didn't have to wait to find out what was up; that stuck-up prince could be heard a mile away.
Wailing about 'not having time for this shit', about, 'Chikyu women having a death wish', and so on, and so on.
Honestly, did all Siyi-jins behave like children when it came to doctoring hurts?
The young scientist ground her teeth, waiting for the inevitable.
Finally, the door swung open, and she was rewarded with a sight that was almost worth the wait.
Her mother, with that ever-present smile on her face, was pulling along with her that same Saiyi-jin prince. The man looked absolutely venomous; red in the face wit hanger.
But every time his hand shot up to roughly pull himself from the woman's grip, his decision seemed to falter and his hand would hover over hers as if afraid to break them –which he would definitely do if did decide to bear free.
Her mother smiled at her as Bulma leaned pack against the cupboards, her face inquiring.
"Oh, there you are, Bulma-chan! Look, poor Veggie-kun cut himself practising and,.."
-"WHAT did you just call me?!"
The Saiyi-jins eyes bulged indignantly, but Ms briefs just released him to put her hands in front of her face to giggle.
"Oh, Bulma-dear! I just know how handy you are with dressing wounds, so I figured I'd ask you to do it."
Tossing back her blue hair, Bulma smiled. She didn't much like the idea of helping the Saiyi-jin prince. In fact, she was sick to death of him making her do this and that.
Having him bother her, nag her and just get in her way any way he could. But this wasn't doing Vegeta a favour now; she was doing her mother a favour.
That was the important thing to remember.
"Sure mom. Let's see it Veggie, so I can fix you right up."
Vegeta practically froze. So close.
He'd already made it half way out of the door.
What did these females want of him. Sighing, he turned around.
"Look, see? Just a little cut." He pointed at his scalp. "Now if you don't mind,.."
"Hmm,…" Bulma told them, looking for the plasters. "Lets see,.."
Funny.
They had to be in here.
She'd put new ones in last week.
Errr,.. Scissors,..
disinfectant,..
Tape,..
nop! no plasters.
But the tape,..
A devious smile spread on Bulma's lips.
It was tape-up to protect sore joints; you know the stuff. The stuff you wrap around your knee when you've overdone it so you can keep going for a few days; the stuff that doesn't come off without pulling all the hairs out of your skin.
But with a little piece of cotton in the middle, it was just as good as a plaster.
Of course, it would be hell to get it off when it'd healed, but,..
She used the tape anyway.
"What are you doing?"
That annoying prince again. "What the hell is that supposed to do? I swear, you weak Chikyu have as poor medical facilities as you have fighting skills. I really can't understand how this fucking mud-ball,…"
Frowning, he looked up as if trying to see the tape self-made plaster Bulma had just stuck over the cut, then raised a hand to touch it.
The initial surprise gave way to indignation soon enough though.
"What the hell good is that supposed to do."
Exasperated, Bulma shook her head.
"It's a plaster, Veggie-brains it's supposed to keep the dirt out until the wound heals. That way, you it can't get infected and make you sick."
He just scowled, of course. "Saiyi-jins don't get sick."
Typical enough.
She was really getting sick of the guy. "Whatever monkey-boy."
That always seemed to tick him off.
'Bulma, girl, I thought we agreed. No more picking fights with the monkey-prince. It's unhealthy, and besides, it's childish,..'
Too late though.
Prodding a finger at her, Vegeta growled in a menacing, soft tone:
"I would not call me that, if you knew what was good for you, you annoying weak, baka, ugly,.."
"UGLY?!
oh, now I'm ugly, am I? Well yesterday, you seemed to like me well enough."
Suddenly remembering they weren't alone, they both turned to look at Ms. Briefs.
Giggling, she put her hands to her cheeks.
"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just standing here!"
Well, Bulma wasn't about to argue about such things in front of her own mother, but the Saiyi-jin prick didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, I wouldn't think to much of that. I was just,.. Bored."
Smirking, he leaned back against a table, crossing his legs in a relaxed pose.
Bulma, on the other hand, looked ready to explode, stance rigid, fists clenched and eyes shooting daggers. "BORED?!"
-"Bored." He agreed, then looked up, as if thinking about it.
"I get bored really fast."
And he smirked again, as if stating that he, as opposed to the Z-fighters (or, in fact any sane human male), wasn't the least bit afraid of her tantrums.
'Breathe Bulma. Breathe. Remember your promise to yourself.'
She really had told herself to stop igniting at every little thing. It just wasn't very lady-like.
Besides, she considered, there were other, better ways to get back.
"Oh, dear, but look, Veggie-coo! You're bleeding!"
He looked at her a bit puzzled. "I know woman, we fixed that. Remember? Or can't your pathetic mind even hold on to that bit of information?"
Mentally, she smiled. nuh-uhhuu! Not this time Veggie-brains.
"No, silly" she smirked. "Look! There! Under your shirt."
He finally looked, and spotted it. A red stain on his otherwise white shirt.
"Oh, gimme a fucking brake! This is even smaller than that other one."
Oh, yes. She was having fun already.
"Now, now Veggie. Don't talk like that. Take off you shirt so I can put a plaster on it. Don't want you getting it infected."
"Woman, I told you! Saiyi-jins don't get sick. Besides, I don't have time."
He sounded sincere enough, but Bulma didn't miss that glare he shot her mother.
The blue-haired woman wondered what that was about.
Ms Briefs giggled.
Again.
Bulma wished her mother wouldn't pretend to be even dumber then she really was.
"Oh, don't you guys worry about me! I'm going already! Have to water the plants, you know."
Their Saiyi-jins houseguest frowned at her mother's retreating back as if she was some sort of ghost, then turned back to glare at Bulma.
"Fine then, but this better not take too long. This is interfering with my,.. training time."
Too caught up in her own wit, Bulma missed his little slip.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing, "Oh, this will _juuuust take a minute."
then cut off a new piece of tape and put if over the little cut.
"There. All done. Oh, wait. Here's another cut,.."
"NANNI!? Woman, stop already. I told you, Saiyi-jins don't get sick."
-"Oh, and how would you know?" She inquired, continuing to put plaster over small cuts.
"You've never been on earth.
In fact, You've probably never even been on a real planet longer that it's necessary to extinguish all live from it.
You may not be aware of it, but Chikyu can be a pretty dangerous place if you're not careful."
Vegeta told her there was no place dangerous to a Saiyi-jin, but he didn't sound all too sure anymore, so she just 'whatever'-ed him.
"You might want to watch it a bit more with this training of yours, you know.
I mean, geez! I never knew bleeding was a integrated part of training before."
She'd moved on from minor cuts to imaginary ones now, but Vegeta didn't seem to notice.
He just grunted.
"Pain makes Saiyi-jins stronger."
"Really?" she'd never thought of it like that.
It made her kind of sorry for what she was doing.
"Gee. That's really,.. sad."
She looked up just in time to see his eyes shoot open.
"It is NOT!" he told her as he pushed her out of the way.
"And what do you think you're doing? Look at this!"
Well, maybe she'd carried this thing a bit too far, she reflected as she looked at the Saiyi-jin's torso.
He was covered in tape.
All the same, she smirked, and threw the empty winding-piece at him.
"That's called payback. For being a fucking bastard. Live with it."
He gave her a blank stare.
"This is your payback? Shimatta, you humans are even more pathetic then I though. Whatever is it supposed to do? Never mind, I'm leaving now."
Bulma laughed at his retreating back.
The man really had no idea!
"Oooh, Bulma, you can be a real bitch sometimes.
But, he had it coming. And, I have to say.
You were quite brilliant; brilliant as usual."
Then, she laughed some more.
- - - -
Vegeta made his way up the back outside. 'Where was I going again?'
Hmm,. Wherever it was he'd first better get rid of all that white wrapping.
He must look pretty stupid in it.
hey? How does this goo come off?
After some scratching, he finally got a piece, but pulling it off was surprisingly painful.
'Shimatta! Oh well, I know. I'll just take a long hot shower and wash this filth off."
Yeah, that's it again. Hope you enjoyed. Please let me know ;)