DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the character used in this fic, nor do I claim to. Akira Toriyama does.
Hey guys! It been awhile, eh? Well, I have traveled a whole lot and then school started, but I agree with you that that is no reason not to update! Love you guys and thanks for reading my fic!
CHAPTER 3: THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
It was now Bulma's turn to watch him think, she also noticed he had balled his hands into fists. She began to get a bit scared. And she felt herself getting weak from exhaustion.
"Vegeta, I appreciate you "thoughtfully" waking me up, but I am exhausted and I want to go to bed now. Goodnight." She said, and began to leave the bathroom.
Her words had broken Vegeta out of his train of thought, and he finally realized what she had said.
"Woman, enough with the lies. You can't hide the truth." He stated.
She turned and looked at him, expecting a verbal spar. Instead he walked over to her and began check her over, looking at each one of her injuries.
What the hell is he doing? I would have never expected he would react like this. It almost seems like he is… concerned.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had not allowed his mind to think, or to say anything. His anger had taken full control of him. An instinct had come over him and had over-ridden any thoughts his arrogant mind might have screamed at him. He wanted to make sure she was fine and then he was going to take care of that low-life trashy weakling. So he continued examining her, looking over each injury carefully.
She seems ok, nothing that won't heal. Her skin is so smooth…… AH! What was that? Vegeta was surprised by his sudden thoughts and shook himself to banish them out of his mind forever. However, he had tightened his grip, and his hand was currently over a large bruise on Bulma's arm.
"Owwww! You could be just a little more gentle, eh? I mean, you don't have to go around poking at my bruises! Any dumbass could see that that hurts!" Bulma screamed and looked up at him.
Vegeta is acting so strange, but I am actually kind of glad he is here. His touch is so tender. Whoa! This is Vegeta we are talking about! You need some sleep!
He looked up at her and smirked. Yeah, I think she is going to be just fine.
"Woman, Stop whining! Your injuries are not too severe. Well, they might be considered severe for a weakling like yourself." He added.
"Thank you, almighty jerk! Now can I go to bed?" She asked.
"I don't know, can you? Or are you going to pass out on the way?" He said sarcastically.
"Well, you were kind enough to bring me up to the 3rd floor. I think I will manage just fine. GOODNIGHT!" She turned and stormed down the hallway toward her room. A few seconds later, Vegeta heard her door open and slam.
He stood there for a couple more minutes, and then got up and began descend the staircase. This should be a lot of fun. Although, it won't be much of a challenge.
Bulma knelt down to examine the gravity chamber closer. She was covered in grease and oil. Her hands moved over the small parts carefully. Leaning down to get a closer look, she hit her knee.
"Oww! Shit! That was really smart!" Bulma cursed.
Thank Kami the last of my bruises healed 4 months ago, or that would have hurt a lot more. Okay Bulma, you can fix this problem. You are a genius! I just can't figure it out. I am almost positive we had equipped it with a really powerful generator. It should have been able to handle 500 times gravity easily.
"Hey sweetheart. How is it going?" Dr. Breifs said as he walked in.
"I don't know, Dad. Vegeta said it just started to smoke when it hit 500 times gravity. I think it is something with the generator. I just can't locate it." She replied.
"Need any help?"
"Nope, thanks anyway. I am kind of enjoying the challenge."
"Okay sweetie, just call over the vid-phone if you change your mind. Bye!" He said as he exited her lab.
"Bye Dad!" Bulma called after him. She turned around and began tinkering in the gravity chamber again. After a couple hours, she still hadn't gotten very far.
"I'll go and look over the blueprints of this piece of crap. Maybe there is a part I am overlooking." She sighed and walked over to her desk. Glancing over the complicated maps of the gravity chamber, she looked outside and noticed it was beginning to get dark.
Kami, how long have I been working? Come to think of it, I am a bit tired. I have to fix this damn gravity chamber. Vegeta will be a major ass in the morning if I don't. And I don't think I want my day ruined by him tomorrow.
With that thought, Bulma went back to looking over the numerous blueprints.
Around 3:00 in the morning, a figure walked through the door of Capsule Corp. It headed straight for the kitchen. Vegeta was in a bad mood. He had gotten nothing done today.
Damn that woman. She needs to hurry up with that stupid machine. Nothing challenged me today, not even sparring with Kakkarot. He did not even try; he has most definitely allowed this planet to transform him into a weakling. I must make sure I do not suffer the same fate.
Vegeta finished up his snack and started toward his room. He thought he might try to sleep tonight, although he knew it would be a lost cause. He had not slept soundly ever, and he had not slept a full night since he came to live on earth. Once he reached his bedroom, he pulled off his clothes and put on a pair of boxers. Then he lay down.
I hate it here. I hate the way everyone seems to know where he or she is headed, where they are going. And I am just . . . . here. I have nowhere to go, nothing to live for. Kakkarot has his mate, his family; the Namek even seems content training and living up on Kami's lookout. And where do I go? Damn, I just feel so trapped. I can't think of one time on this miserable planet when I was actually enjoying myself. Well, except for the time I beat the shit out of the one with the scar. I loved how he apologized for everything he did to the woman and said he would never make any contact with her again.
Vegeta smirked and stared out his window.
The woman herself is a mystery all her own. She seems to have an . . . effect on me. One that not even I can explain. I somehow feel different around her. And I definitely do not like it. Not at all. I am going to have to be more careful around her. . . .
