(s'not much, but I'm working on it. give it time, K?)
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chapter 5
If anything could be said for the last prince of the Saiyi-jins it was that he always stuck to his schedule.
Not that it was much of a matter of choice; much less conscious choice.
It's just that when you're used to starting your every morning in the same way since you were four, it tends to stick at a later age.
So, after a few modifications to his morning's ritual due to some lacks in Chikyu's accommodations, Vegeta's morning schedule consisted of the following:
5:00 get up. Go swimming in the pool at the back.
6:00 get breakfast.
7:00 stretch and warm-up.
8:00 enter the gravity room (And sty there unless a live-threatening situation occurs. Fires and Earthquakes don't count. Time for lunch does.)
Now, some of you may agree with the vertically challenged Saiyi-jin, and some may not, but in his mind conscious thought wasn't really necessary for any of this up to the point where he reached the gravity room itself and it was time to set the dial.
So it would not be a surprise to anyone that it wasn't until the moment he reached for that dial that he remembered the occurrences of the previous day. Looking down with a dishearten sigh at the still smoking ruins, Vegeta realised that today would be one of those days where he only got to practise his bullying skills –bullying that Bulma-woman into fixing his machine that was.
Not at all an easy task; aristocrats like to sleep late and the young Miss Briefs thought herself to be quite a little princes.
Add to that that it takes a conscious mind to be able to realise their life is at risk, and that Bulma's conscious mind had already in an especially bright mood pointed out how arbitrary it would be to have her fix the gravity capsule after she had been big banged….
Vegeta had already resigned to the fact that it would take him till at least noon before the woman even bothered to glance at his machine when he turned around to come eye-to-eye with the blue haired Scientist.
The Saiyi-jin choked.
Bulma beamed.
The woman's hair was piled neatly up on top of her head, one curl falling down her neck to rather tight little dress she was wearing. And she smiled at him, her eyes closed to happy little slits as she held her repair-kit tightly in front of herself.
So, Vegeta ventured, if he wasn't hallucinating, it would seem she was actually here –by her own free will even- to fix the damn capsule.
Still "What are you doing here?"
He had better make sure. Hell, right now, he hoped he wasn't talking to a figment of his imagination.
She blinked, pouting a little. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"That's not the point." He choked out, already seeing her stomp off in his mind. Undoubtedly back to bed, and away from his gravity room. Oh, the sheer horror of having to come drag her out again. While he'd almost had had her services for free. The Saiyi-jin prince choked down his pride.
"Actually, I'm very happy to see you."
But then he turned suspicious again at her delirious look. "You are here to fix the gravity-console, right?"
There she went with the pouting again. scary.
"You don't like the dress?" she inquired, almost at the brink of tears.
Of course, crying in her room would be even more hopeless then sleeping. "No, the dress is fine, but" the Saiyi-jin prince remembered. "I thought you told me you wouldn't work on anything when wearing anything. Pretty." Not that it was a pretty dress. But Vegeta knew the woman thought it was. She'd been thoroughly disgusted at the thought of getting any grease on the damned thing last time he'd asked (well, told) her to fix his Gravity room.
This time, however. "Oh, funny!" and she smiled brightly once again. "I think it'll be okay just this once, don't you think?" And she winked at him, before bending down at the controls.
The next day, she was there again. At 8 o'clock sharp.
Banging away merrily at the console –that was actually coming along a lot faster then it had any other time.
Of course, the down side to this was that the woman apparently needed his moral support to keep up this pace. Every time he came to check up on her progress, she'd try to strike up a conversation with him. Every day she was smiling brightly and every time she was wearing a skimpy outfit.
The flame-haired Saiyi-jin had tried to write it off. But on the fourth day he finally couldn't any longer.
She had been telling him some story about her high-school days. –Vegeta didn't have a clue what it was about, he just made a grunting moise every once in a while to keep her happy –and working.
The, suddenly, she had put her wrench down and turned to him, looking at him very seriously. "Vegeta." she had said, in that one tone of voice.
"You know I'm with Yaumcha again, right?"
Of course, the first answer that came to him (after hn, really?) was: "I hadn't really noticed no, but whatever, just pick up the wrench and git."
But, being the prince he had been raised to be, he'd had the feeling that saying something like that would somehow interfere with his gravity room's progress.
So he'd gone for. "Oh, yes, of course."
Maybe that hadn't been as right as he'd thought it was, for she'd stared at him the longest time with an almost sad expression on her face.
Finally, he hadn't been able to stand it any longer and had simply left.
It was after this that the woman had really started to scare him. Scare the Prince of the Saiyi-jins. It was true; he himself hadn't thought it was possible, if he hadn't been experiencing it himself. Vegeta had always know the woman was a little funny. But now…
Every time she saw him, she'd either give him that happy smile, or she'd shake her head at him sadly.
Or she'd tell him about that annoying boyfriend of hers.
But Vegeta bore it, best as he could.
Until that one faithful day. The day he couldn't stand it any longer.