Sorry about Chapter 6

Sorry about Chapter 6. It was really bad, the ending sucked, and I might just take it down an re-write it. But until I do, here's chapter 7. LOL, and I agree with you Jzero…Vegeta probably would have tried to fight her off or something…but I'm so bad at writing mushy stuff. Also sorry it took so long to get this one out. I was working on a story for another person and I just had to finish it before I did this, not to mention I've been playing Ultima Online all week (That game kicks ass!). And there won't be any new chapters for a while because I'm leaving on Wednesday to visit my sis in Ohio. But enough excuses. Enjoy all!

"VEGETA!" In the wee hours of the morning a voice screeched across the Capsule Corp. grounds.

"WHAT IS IT WOMAN?"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CLEANING UP THE KITCHEN WHEN YOU GET A MIDNIGHT SNACK?"

"I don't know." He said innocently as Bulma stormed into his room. "I've got such a terrible memory."

"I told you not to leave your crap lying everywhere! Have you seen the state of my kitchen? It looks like freakin world war three happened in there!"

"Well if you find it so offensive, why don't YOU clean it up."

"Because I didn't do it!"

"So? I wouldn't make such a mess if you had the good sense to have something ready for me to eat."

"Vegeta, the world does not revolve around you! My family is not here to cater to your every whim and desire!" Her anger faded briefly and was replaced with a smirk. "Besides, I think you're forgetting who's the stronger of us two."

Vegeta scowled at her. "You may be stronger, but I've had years more experience than you. It's not just power you know, but how you use it that counts."

"Yeah well, I'm still pretty good."

"For a beginner you mean?"

She snorted and turned to go.

"Clean up the kitchen Vegeta. Otherwise I'll just have to shut down the Gravitron."

He shrugged. "Your loss as well as mine woman."

Bulma flinched and kept walking. Damnit, why did he have to be right 90% of the time?

"I hate him." She decided. That kiss the other night had meant nothing. She was just toying with him, a cat batting around a mouse before the kill. Besides, there was no room for love right now. Now she had to work on her new powers and prepare for the androids.

Her mind drifter back to her encounter with Dr. Gero. What was he doing right now? Probably putting the finishing touches on one of his monstrocities. Had it already been six months since that dreadful day? She still remembered Piccolo's retelling of the strange boy's words. That on May 13 (I forgot the real date, so I'm making it may 13) in Ginger town the androids would appear.

"Those poor people...they'll have no idea what hit them."

"Feh. Foolish girl. You spend far too much time worrying about others. It's weakness' like that that will be your downfall."

"Who said that?" Bulma looked around fearfully, trying to find the source of the voice.

All at once hundreds of things stabbed into her, firey hot needles searing her skin and burning her flesh. She opened her mouth to scream but all that came out was a small shriek of terror. And then it stopped. The needles were gone, the pain ceased. Her skin tingled and glowed a tomato red. She rubbed her skin furiously, trying to make the tingle go away.

"Did that hurt lovey?" The voice chuckled. "If you thought that was bad, just wait to you experience the real thing."

"The real what? Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"All in good time my dear, all in good time."

"SARE! Where are you? You must stop this madness now! SARE!"

Something his her in the head. She cried out and fell, only to be caught by strong arms. She looked up and saw Vegeta, eyes narrowed and staring down the hallway.

"Who the hell were you talking to?" He asked.

"I…I don't know. I was going to my room and this voice started speaking to me. When I answered it all these things started stabbing me, and then the voices…"

"You know, it's bad when you start hearing voices. That means your going insane" Vegeta observed.

"This isn't funny Vegeta!" She snapped wriggling out of his grasp and glaring at him. "I really heard something just now!"

"Oh sure, and I'm the bogeyman."

"I wouldn't be surprised." She muttered.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and rested a hand on his hip. "If you ask me, you've been working too hard. You spend too much time cooped up in that lab of yours; you should get out more."

"Ch, since when did you start caring about me?"

He shrugged. "I don't. But I want a sparring partner who's in tip top shape; not some psycho bitch who hears voices."

He ducked quickly to avoid being slapped and laughing phased to his bedroom.

"I HATE that man." She growled balling up her fists.

"Don't we all…"

Bulma ignored the voice and went into her room. She had no time for this. She was just far too tired to care.

*************

"Hey Bulma! I was thinking about having a barbecue next Saturday. You know, get the whole gang together at your place and catch up on things."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Amazing how whenever YOU plan a barbecue it almost always ends up happening at MY house."

"Oh honestly Bulma, I've had BBQ'S at my house before. It's just your place had more room than my humdrum shack of a house."

"Yeah, I guess that's true…but this time Chich, make sure to bring enough food for 4 saiyans…I find I've been getting a bit peckish during the night."

"Oooh. You and Vegeta romancing over a late night scoop of Godiva?"

"CHI-CHI!"

Chi-Chi giggled. "Admit it girl, you think he's the greatest thing since the microchip." She sighed heavily. "I mean come one, he's built like a god."

"But he has the attitude of a man. Stupid, Stubborn, and Proud." (no offense to the guys out there!)

"True, true…anyways, it's set then?"

"Huh? Yeah sure; call the gang and tell them to be here next week at three. Everything should be ready then."

"K. Bye!"

"Bye!"

Bulma hung up and looked down at the piles of folders on her desk. There was no way in hell she would get this finished by three next Saturday. Some of these reports she'd been putting off for months. And to get the barbecue ready would take all of Saturday morning; she couldn't do it.

"I can't call and cancel…if I know Chi-Chi she's already invited the whole gang before she even called me. So now what?"

Yawning, she pulled back her chair and sat down again. Might as well get to work. Maybe if she put off training for the rest of the week she could get it done. Sparring with Vegeta was turning out to be more time-consuming than all these files put together.

"Why do I even bother? There's no way I'll be good enough to fight with the guys. Vegeta was right…I'm powerful, but I don't have half the experience I need. Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead…"

"NO!"

The ferocity in the voice was so strong Bulma nearly jumped out of her seat.

"DON'T EVEN THINK OF QUITTING! TOO MUCH IS RIDING ON THIS FOR YOU TO SCREW UP NOW!"

"Huh..what…who are you? Show yourself now!"

"You want to see me? Fine. But I bet you can't handle it."

"Try me."

A kind of fog settled over Bulma's head. She sighed and her head fell onto the desk as she slipped into a deep sleep.

*************

"Stop it! You can't do this! NO!" The woman recoiled in horror as a young girl, no older than fourteen perhaps, proceeded to slowly remove a man's intestines through a hole in his throat.

"Sare…god no…what did we do?"

Sare, the girl by the body, looked over to the woman curled up against the wall. She grinned and forgetting the man, walked over to her.

"Well well well… what do we have here? Shamae! I thought you'd died."

"Sare…no. Stop it."

"Like you did to me right? When I was strapped to that table screaming for mercy, did you stop? When Cougre beat me and abused me, did you tell him to stop? To show me mercy? No, you laughed and poked me, amazed I was still alive. Well let me tell you something Shamae. Payback's a bitch, and it's time you got yours. After all, isn't that what I was made for?"

"Please," Shamae sobbed "Spare me. I can fix you, make you normal again. It's not permanent, I swear to god it's not!"

Sare snorted. "Like hell it's not."

Shamae screams echoed off the walls as Sare proceeded to mangle and brutalize her body in ways that can't even be imagined.

Unbeknownst to Sare, a man watched her from the shadows. He ran a hand through his spiky black hair, tail swishing to and fro behind him. "So…this is what my work has done."

Shaking his head in disgust he left to go hunting for dinner.

*************

"Bulma wake up damnit!" Vegeta said shaking her furiously.

Bulma gradually came to, the world coming in blurry and dark. She heard Vegeta calling to her, and groaning she sat up.

"What happened?" She mumbled groggily.

"You were talking in your sleep. Muttering things about demons and hunters and all kinds of nonsense.

"I was? Oh."

He frowned. "What did you dream about anyway?"

"I…I'm not too sure. I can't remember. Something about a girl."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "A girl huh? Honestly Bulma, I didn't think you swung that way."

Bulma glared at him and stared down at her desk clock. Seven A.M.?! How long had she been out? Four, five hours?

"I'm hungry woman. Breakfast, now."

"Make your own damn breakfast! I've got too much to do today to run around like your servant!"

He crossed his arms. "You should consider it an honor to be my servant. On Vegeta-sei people would kill to even get within three feet of me"

"Well on Earth things are different I'm afraid. Slavery was abolished years ago, and I sure as hell ain't changing that just to suit your needs 'princey'"

"Well it would do you good to learn to respect me. It would save me from having to kill you in the future."

"Now THAT I don't see happening in this lifetime."

He turned his back to her and started to walk away, but not before tossing back one last insult.

"You overestimate yourself too much woman. You're not at good as you think you are."

"It would do you well to follow your own good advice you jerk." She muttered under her breath.

**********

Vegeta remained in the gravitron the rest of the day. He could only assume Bulma was busy with whatever tasks she'd had before she dozed off.

"Great…now who will I spar with?"

His eyes drifted over to one of the walls of the room. On it was a square panel, which Vegeta remembered held the training robots that Bulma had built him before she started training.

"Hm…I wonder if they still work?"

Within moments he was zipping around the room firing blasts and blocking previous ones as the bounced off the floating bots.

"Stupid robots…these things are no challenge at all. I need a REAL partner to fight with."

"Well, your wish is my command."

Vegeta looked over his shoulder at the figure floating behind him.

"Oh it's just you."

"Hi Vegeta!" Goku said cheerfully. "Wanna spar? Piccolo took Gohan to go do some special training, and I'm bored so I figured I'd go get myself a partner too!"

Vegeta looked at him with disgust. "Kakkarot, do you have any idea how wrong that sounds?"

Goku stared at him in bewilderment. "Huh?"

"Oh never mind. Yes, I'll spar with you."

"Yay!"

The two of them began their little sparring session, stopping neither for food or drink. Finally, sometime around noon a grumbling sound second only to that of a thunderclap rang through the hollow dome.

"Um…Vegeta…do you have any food? I think I'm hungry." He rubbed his stomach, which protested loudly at having been ignored for so long.

"What? Oh fine Kakkarot. The woman's mother should be making lunch anyway."

The two of them went inside the house and just as Vegeta had predicted, Mrs. Briefs was busying herself with making a huge lunch for the hungry saiyans.

"Oh, Vegeta! I thought I heard you come in! Do you want lemonade or coffee with your lunch?"

"I want lemonade!" Goku cut in.

"Oh, Goku! I didn't see you there! Lemonade it is. And you, Vegeta?"

"Lemonade's fine." He mumbled.

"Two Lemonade's it is! We're having sandwiches for lunch, unless you guys want some pizza, 'cause there's some in the fridge from Friday night."

"Pizza! Yummy! But sandwiches are fine Mrs. Briefs."

"Oh Goku, no need to call me that! You're a good friend of Bulma's; my first name is fine."

Goku blushed. "That's really nice of you but um…I don't know your first name."

She blinked. "You don't? Oh dear! I'm so used to being called Mrs. Briefs I never told you! Well it's-"

*ding!*

"Oh! The cake is done!"

"Cake? Yummy!" Goku exclaimed.

As him and Mrs. Briefs continued their conversation about the lunch menu Vegeta had taken some sandwiches and retired to the living room. Let them babble all they wanted; he wanted to eat his lunch in peace.

"HEY MOM, IS LUNCH READY YET?"

"YES DEAR, I'LL HAVE VEGETA SEND IT DOWN TO YOU!"

"THANKS!"

"WELCOME!"

Vegeta froze. What? Why was he just volunteered to bring food down to that bitch?

Mrs. Briefs appeared with two sandwiches on a plate. She handed them to Vegeta and ruffled his hair a little.

"Vegeta, be a good boy and bring these down to my daughter for me? I'd do it myself but I have to finish my baking."

"What do I look like woman, a dog? Do it your damn self, or get one of those stupid robots to do it!"

She giggled. "Honestly hun, you're cute but you're as dense as a pile of bricks."

He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.

"I KNOW you like my daughter. I've been around a lot longer than you you know; I know what romance looks like."

Vegeta was unsure of what to say. He'd always had a feeling Mrs. Briefs was smarter than she looked, and it looked like he was right.

"Just take the sandwiches dear. She likes you too, in case you didn't know. But I don't like to get involved in these things, so I won't bring it up again."

And with that she returned to the kitchen, most likely to finish her cake.

He stared dumbly at the plate of sandwiches. How the hell did she know all that? He wondered what else she was hiding behind her high squeaky voice and ditzy attitude.

"Oh well...I guess I'll take them down to her…she must be starving. Which reminds me, she never did make me breakfast. I suppose I'll have to prompt her on the proper way to serve her prince."

Pushing his conversation with Mrs. Briefs to the back of his mind he lifted the plate and proceeded cheerfully, for Vegeta anyway, down the stairs.