Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not the owner of DBZ...I wish I could borrow it sometimes though.
A/N, well so far this might not look like much, but it will in time, hopefully...
Chapter Two
Bulma just finished her new invention. Whipping some of the grease that was splattered on her face off, she stood with a sigh. Shaking her head she picked up the small piece of equipment and stored it in her cabinet for later use.
Stupid thing blew up -three- fricken times! She grumbled as she drug herself up the stairs to her room. She glanced at the door at the end of the dim hall briefly before opening her own and walking in. Only taking enough time to wash her face and change her dirty clothes, she laid down on her bed and was asleep before she even hit the pillow.
Hey! Vegeta! Vegeta looked up from his daily stretches at the over-eccentric Son Goku, who waved enthusiastically. Vegeta rolled his eyes and continued to stretch. Whatcha doin'?
What do you think I'm `doin'` Kakkorot? Vegeta asked, irritated that he would interrupt when he knew good and well not to. Goku scratched his head and shrugged to the sarcastic question. Vegeta growled at him.
Looks like your stretching to me. He said in a know-it-all voice, as if Vegeta were some sort of retard. Vegeta just narrowed his eyes at him and continued to do what he was doing. Preparing for a run.
I know this, exactly why did you come in the first place, certainly not to just annoy me, right? Vegeta asked, not even caring to look at Goku as he asked. Goku seemed to give some thought to this simple question before answering.
Bulma asked me to come over to try out some new kind of invention, so here I am! He answered, his normal smile back. He stood legs somewhat apart in a stance sort of like Vegeta, his hands on his hips and his head cocked to one side as he grinned at Vegeta. Vegeta paused to give Goku a look that said Who-the-hell-are-you-and-what-did-you-do-with-Kakkorot-cause-I-know-for-a-fact-that-he-isn't-that-much-of-a-retard.'
Than why are you bothering me? You blundering piece of third class crap. Go away. Vegeta grumbled before standing straight and walking the other direction. Goku watched him leave with his eyebrows up in surprise and confusion.
He needs some medicine for that temper of his... Goku mumbled before entering Capsule Corp. in search of Bulma. When he finally found her, she was in the living room drinking coffee. She looked up at him with a smile on her face as he entered.
What took you so long? She asked, sitting up straight from her previously slouched position on the couch. Goku seated himself next to her.
Uh...Well...I had a small problem. He didn't want to tell her about to detour to the kitchen. Bulma gave him a quizzical look, but shrugged it off and went to the point. Which Goku was a bit doubtful of the shady invention by now.
Come with me, I want to see if this new invention works or not. Hopefully, for your sake, it does. She mumbled the last part of her sentence as the walked quietly down the halls until they reached her lab. Goku watched her, now even more uncertain because of her last statement, about his sake.
Exactly what am I supposed to do anyway? Goku asked as he scooted up on the doctors table. Bulma had her back turned to him and was shuffling through a cabinet before she produced a small bottle of pills. There was a doubtful look on Goku's face as Bulma shook out two pills and handed them to him.
Take these, they're supposed to cure phobia's. She said, Goku shrugged and took them. Bulma glanced at her watch a few minutes later, tapping her foot she looked at the ceiling, bored. She had made these spills so that whenever she went underground in the subways, she wouldn't get scared. And another reason, was for Vegeta, which she had the misfortune to find out exactly what he was scared of. A blush crept up on her at the thought of what she had accidentally did, and that she was in the wrong place and the wrong time.
Goku watched her intently, trying to figure out what was going on. Finally she turned back around and when she turned back, she was hiding something in her hand. Hopefully this works...
What wor-AAAAHHHHHHHHH!! Getitaway!Getitaway! Goku was now cowering in a corner, his hands in front of himself for protection. Bulma rolled her eyes and set the needle back into the cabinet. `Guess it needs a little more work.`
I guess it didn't work...okay you can go now Goku, thanks anyway. Bulma said mindlessly as she turned back to her work muttering something about stupid machines and Sayia-jin cowards. Goku shakily walked out of the room, keeping a watchful eye of the needle.
Vegeta looked up from his kata at the scream that sounded eerily manly and when a frazzled Goku came out of the house Vegeta couldn't help himself, and she chuckled at the misfortune goku.
What are you laughing at? -You- didn't just have a -needle- shoved in your face. Goku snapped, his good mood dissolved. Vegeta couldn't hold it in and he started to just laugh at Goku. Who growled and put his two fingers to his forehead, glaring at Vegeta he mumbled a few things under his breath as he disappeared. Bulma came out of the door way and looked at him expectantly, hiding something behind her back.
Vegeta will you come here for a sec.? Bulam asked sweetly, a smile on her face. Vegeta held his hands up in refusal.
There is no way I'm going near you woman! Vegeta said, a glare in his eyes as he eyed her hidden hand. She gave a smile of innocence. He didn't buy it and stood his ground.
But why not? What's wrong Vegeta? Scared? She asked taunting him. Vegeta growled at her, but held his hands up nevertheless. He shook his head and watched as she pulled her hand out and produced a...needle, it glinted in the sun as she held an evil look in her eye. Vegeta slowly lowered his hands and he gave her a look that was read as You freak.'
Woman, are you okay? Did Kakkorot rub off on you or something? he asked, crossing his arms. Bulma stopped in her tracks and looked from the needle to Vegeta with a surprised look on her face. Her assumption was wrong, and now she felt like a fool.
You-you`re not afraid of needles? She asked a puzzled look on her face as Vegeta rolled his eyes. Vegeta walked over to her and took it from her hand and waved it about in front of her.
If you haven't noticed, I'm not a retard like Kakkorot. I'm not afraid of a damn fricken little needle like that, are you feeble-minded? Vegeta exclaimed, a completely and utterly look of disgust on his face as he yelled at her. Bulma just looked at him with a blank face before laughing at herself. She had a Son-kun move going on and she scratched her head with a look of embarrassment and a cheesy smile on her face.
Oh ya, I forgot that the Almighty Prince of the Sayia-jins' isn't afraid of anything, especially not some thing that Kakkorot' is afraid of!! Bulma laughed and waved her arms about empathizing her statement. Vegeta glared at her and crossed his arms.
That's right, and don't ever forget it. Vegeta answered before stalking off in a heated manner. Bulma gazed after him, as her amusement died off. She turned to look at the setting sun, the oranges and yellows mixed with the pink. She sighed and turned back into the house, in a tranquilized mood.
She recalled the time when she found out Vegeta's fear. She was walking into his room when he first came, in the middle of the night because there was a cat in the tree out side of her room and it wouldn't shut up. She walked in the dark room, not having the courage to turn on the light, so instead she relied on her eyes which were already used to the dark. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it slightly, when that didn't work she leaned over him and said his name softly. That did it, he awoke wit ha start, let out a short, yelp and shoved her away from the bed. He had been in that position before when he was under Frieza, and it never meant good when he was woken in the middle of the night. Never. The weird and scary thing is, he called her Zarbon, until he actually took the time to look around himself and remember that he isn't under Frieza, and that Zarbon is dead.
Laughing Bulma walked in the kitchen, to get dinner ready.
