The Well-worn subject of Bulma and Vegeta.
Well, this is it...Vegeta slowly landed in the middle of the lawn, dirt clouds repelling from his landing site from the force of his chi. Several of the Capsule Corp. employees in the immediate area gaped at the short man who was just airborne a minute ago. He was clad neck down in blue spandex that hugged his muscles, save for a white and yellow vest-like armor piece, white gloves that may have come from a Civil War Confederate officer, and white boots. Noticing their stares and feeling incredibly annoyed, he gave them his classic 'I'll-kill-you-all' glare, perfected through the years. The people immediately turned back to what they were doing and pretended not to pay him any mind. Smirking at the apparent weakness of the Chikyuu people, he turned his attention back to the large domed building in front of him. There was black lettering along the side. He searched through the files of his mind, sorting through the various languages he and Nappa had learned working for Frieza. A small smile crept on his face, when his lessons on the Common language of Chikyuu came flooding back to him. This was indeed the place he was looking for...and inside he would find Dr. Briefs and the answer to all of his problems. Vegeta straightened his back and raised his chin, walking through the revolving doors with a regal air.
The first room he entered impressively suited his tastes. The walls were made of a blue stone, as was the floor, and the reception desk as well as the Capsule Corp. insignia on the wall were light blue marble. The chairs in the waiting area were also a light blue, with a black wood frame, and looked quite inviting. He nodded his approval and walked up to the reception desk, clearing his throat so that he would be noticed. The young woman who looked up at him smiled gently, and stated with a sorry air of authority that was almost laughable, "I'm sorry, but all of Miss Bulma's suitors are to be turned away. She is engaged and I'm afraid you're too late." She slowly looked him up and down. "But, I'm available," batting her green eyes furiously.
Vegeta crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his right side, cocking his head to the side. "Baka. I have no business with that silly woman. I am here on business with Dr. Briefs. You will tell him I will see him immediately." He looked at the intercom pointedly. Not sure what to say, or what the man in front of her would do if she didn't honor his request, she decided it within her own benefit if she ask the doctor to see him. Uncertainly, she raised the receiver to her ear, then paused.
"May I tell him who is calling for him?"
"Tell him that I am Prince Vegeta of the Saiyajins."
"Alright...hold please." She typed in a few numbers on the keypad and then waited for a few seconds. Dr. Briefs himself must've picked up because she started speaking directly to him.
"Yes, Dr. I've got a man over here who demands to speak with you.... I believe he would like to see you in person.... I believe he said he was Prince Vegetable of the Saiyajins...yeah.... Yeah.... Uh-huh...Yeah! That's exactly what he looks like...hold on." She turned to Vegeta again. "Are you here to kill him?"
"No. I said I was here on business, not murder."
She nodded, then turned back to the phone. " Oh, your heard him. Okay...alright...Bye." She hung up and the turned and winked at Vegeta.
"You must be someone special, because you're being permitted to go see Dr. Briefs in his home."
"Humph...Of course."
She laughed as if he had told the joke of the millenium. "I like your attitude. Miss Bulma will be her to escort you in a few moments."
She motioned to a door and told him to wait for Bulma in there. He entered, finding a single chair and nothing else. He sat down on the little chair, shifting to get comfortable on the lilac-colored leather. The gold and lilac chair was the only color in this room, the rest being stark white, giving Vegeta a feeling that the room was much smaller than it actually was. The room was so well lighted that he couldn't even see the outlines of the doors. He could hear the steady hum of the lights. Feeling groggy from the trip, he dozed off for a few moments. When Bulma entered she had to take a double look of Vegeta. He looked so sweet and less, well, dangerous when he slept. She held back a giggle and cleared her throat. His eyes snapped open and he looked to her with that old familiar sneer on his face.
"So your name is Bulma?" It was more of a statement than a question, a confirmation to himself.
"Yes, also known as that GORGEOUS girl!" Laughter danced in her eyes when recognition of his own action came across his face. Then his eyes became unreadable again.
"Yes, well, I must've been hit a little to hard on Namek right before I said that, because right now all I see is an ugly wench." He stood and a small smile spread across his face when anger jumped into her blue eyes. She turned and stomped off and he followed, chuckling under his breath. This was going to be more interesting than he fist thought.
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Vegeta stood in front of the doctor, clearly convinced that this guy was a tail short of a Saiyajin. Here he was trying to convince Vegeta that he couldn't handle 300Gs. It wasn't as if he was going to jump in at 300, of course he would gradually progress, but 300 was his goal for now. He lost his patience with the man, yelling, "BUT IT'S WHAT I WANT!!!" The black cat on Dr. Briefs' shoulder was knocked back, and the old man finally gave in.
"Okay, okay, Vegeta. If it's what you want. But I'm warning you, don't go to far too quickly."
"There are androids coming in three years doctor. I'll have to go quickly. Don't worry about me. I'm much stronger than any of you humans could possibly comprehend."
"Then why can't you beat Goku?" Bulma asked from behind. Dr. Briefs held his breath, thinking that Bulma was a goner for sure for what she said. He could see Vegeta's anger rising, and he had a feeling that the oncoming scene wouldn't be a pretty one.
Vegeta stalked over to Bulma, who cringed a little as Vegeta's fist came up. However, instead of hitting her, he cupped her chin with a gloved hand, and forced her to look at him.
"You're lucky you know how to operate these gravity rooms or else I'd use your shredded hide to clean my boots."
She looked up at him defiantly. "I wouldn't want to bloody your precious armor, your royal Pain in the Arse."
He smiled a little, then let go of her chin. "Red is a good color." Turning back to the doctor he spoke as if he were royalty back on Vejiitasei. "I will be in the front lawn. I expect a report on when this gravity chamber will be completed. In this chamber I will require a room as well as a shower on another level than the gravity room."
The doctor seemed to think about something for a moment. Then he nodded as if he had reached an important conclusion on an experiment. "You could have a room in Capsule Corp. near where the chamber will be. You can stay here as long as you need. Bulma, dear, will you go ask your mother if there are any spare rooms on the far west side."
"Yes, daddy."
Bulma left the room and quickly found her mother in the kitchen, putting up the latest of her bakery excursions.
"Hey mum. Dad wants to know if we have any spare rooms on the far west side of the buildings."
Bulma's mother thought for a second, then brightened. "There's your old nursery, dear. I'll go prepare it! Oh! Who's our guest?"
Bulma hesitated for a moment, then answered in a low voice. "Vegeta."
"Oh! You mean that wonderful young man who stayed with us when we had all those green visitors?"
"The one and only."
"Well, then. I believe that that would be a perfect arrangement. He'll be right down the hall from you so that if you need help in the lab, you can ask him."
"Uh, yeah mom."
Mrs. Briefs rushed off up the stairs to prepare Vegeta's room, leaving Bulma by herself, so she poured herself a cup of Kool-Aide and went back into the living room to finish the novel she was in the middle of.
