A fuming vegeta, powered down, and sat back on his king sized bed.
"Great this is all I need", he growled to himself. Then his thoughts
returned to the nightmare.
*How many more times am I going to have this stupid dream*, he thought. He pondered on that question for a while longer, before snapping back to reality.
*Hmmm, he had just under an hour, enough time to take a shower, get some food made up…and go see someone*, he mentally planned.
Vegeta, after glancing at the timekeeper on his desk, hopped off the bed and over to the control panel on the wall, to the side of the hole, where the door had once stood!
He punched in the link for the kitchen, and waited impatiently for a reply.
"Your highness?" a weary voice answered. "Send me my breakfast right now!!", vegeta hollered through the intercom.
"Of course, I'll have someone send it up right away", the servant spoke quickly, sounding a little more nervous than usual.
Vegeta's voice calmed a little, "and slave" "m-my lord?", the other said, a little hesitantly. Vegeta's voice was now low and threatening, "If I have to wait like that again, you'll wake up in hell…. GOT IT???!! He yelled the last part, and the servant made a sort of squeaking noise and hurriedly cut the link.
A little later, a timid looking servant appeared, hovering just outside of the room, staring at the mess of the doorway. Just then vegeta emerged from the shower, in his robe.
"Well don't just stand there, bring it here NOW!", Vegeta shouted, when he caught sight of the alien slave.
"y-yesir", the maid, quickly set the tray of food down, and scurried away, before she suffered the same fate as the guard,……and the door!!
The young prince watched as she disappeared into the corridor, and smirked to himself
"Never forget who's in charge", he growled to the empty room, then headed over to the tray to satisfy his monstrous appetite.
"Well, how is it ?" Mrs briefs beamed, circling the dinner table, waiting for approval.
"It's the best thing I've ever tasted dear" Dr briefs, said stuffing more food into his mouth.
"oh wonderful!", Mrs briefs gave her smile that could light up the room.
"But bulma, you haven't touched your meal, don't you like it?"
Mrs briefs sounded disappointed
"Oh no, mum it's great, you're the best cook ever…really" bulma said not wanting to hurt her mothers feelings.
"You sound upset dear, is something the matter?" the older woman asked, voice thick with concern.
"Oh, it's Yamcha, he called to ask me out, but I already told him, I couldn't go….he never listens to me!"
Dr briefs looked up "Bulma, if you really want to go, I think, the robots and I , could manage without you.
"But this is a really important project" she whined.
"Bulma, believe me, I'll be fine, you had better call Yamcha back"
"Oh thank you daddy!!", bulma shrieked as she leapt from her seat, and hugged her father. Then dashed out of the kitchen.
!!! BANG!!!! , an explosion rocked the whole palace, and filled the large room with purple smoke. Violent coughing could then be heard from within.
As well as the main lab, there were many other individual labs, often used by small teams of scientists, and in some cases only one.
Vegeta rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door to one of the private labs, this one being the largest.
The prince strained his eyes to see through the smoke, but no luck.
Suddenly another explosion, bigger than the last, blasted through the lab. Vegeta flinched and shielded his face, as he was pelted with various pieces of glass and other equipment. More smoke filled the room, and it was impossible to see at all.
Vegeta wondered for a moment if the person he had come to see was actually here.
"3……2……1……..", he counted down under his breath. Then suddenly as if on cue, a frustrated roar could be heard, followed by a familiar voice. Vegeta grinned.
"Awwww , Fuck it!!, lousy stupid cheap, crap!!!!!…stupid low quality equipment!!!!…imported shit!!!! Aww to hell with this!!!!
Sounds of new glass breaking, and expensive sounding objects being thrown across the room, could be heard.
Vegeta turned as he picked up the sound of running feet. Two slaves rushed into the lab. One immediately stopped after hearing the sounds of the rest of the lab being ripped apart. One however didn't.
The slave slowed when he saw vegeta, giving him an evil grin. "I wouldn't if I were you", he warned. But the foolish alien, just pushed past the prince. And disappeared into the smoke.
Silence for a moment. Then suddenly the small body of the slave came hurtling across the room, closely followed by a gigantic ki blast.
Vegeta stepped to the side to avoid being hit. Then the unfortunate foreigner slammed into far wall, and was dragged out of the lab by the wiser of the two.
The teenage scientist rushed upstairs, like a bat outta hell. She flung open her door, and dived onto her oversized bed, madly grabbing at her pink cordless phone.
She eagerly punched in some numbers.. and waited.
"uh hello?"
"Yamcha, it's me"she said unable to keep the excitement from her voice.
"Bulma???" his voice sounded shocked"
"My dad told me I can go with you!!..isn't that great?"
"uh listen bulma, that's great an all but I already asked michelle….sorry, he explained awkwardly.
"What???, that slut from the gym?" she screamed.
Yamcha's voice suddenly changed from apologetic, to spiteful.
"Hey, I asked you remember?..and you said no!"
"but", bulma squeaked, as yamcha continued to yell.
"It's not my fault!..I want a life you know.. and im not screwing it up, just because you wanna spend all your time in that fuckin lab!!!!!
Bulma was now close to tears.
"How can you say that"
"Whatever", he snarled and put the phone down.
Bulma didn't move for a moment, she couldn't. Slowly she forced her hand to put down the receiver.
"Get a grip"she whispered, "big girls don't cry…big girls don't cry" but it was no use, the tears came streaming down her face.
She didn't want to be seen crying so, she ended up in the place she always went to, when she wanted to be alone.
The roof
*Shakily she got up, and went through the open doors to the balcony. There she climbed onto a tree branch that stuck out, and hoisted herself up to the roof.
There she went to pieces, sobbing, and crying her heart out.*
*How many more times am I going to have this stupid dream*, he thought. He pondered on that question for a while longer, before snapping back to reality.
*Hmmm, he had just under an hour, enough time to take a shower, get some food made up…and go see someone*, he mentally planned.
Vegeta, after glancing at the timekeeper on his desk, hopped off the bed and over to the control panel on the wall, to the side of the hole, where the door had once stood!
He punched in the link for the kitchen, and waited impatiently for a reply.
"Your highness?" a weary voice answered. "Send me my breakfast right now!!", vegeta hollered through the intercom.
"Of course, I'll have someone send it up right away", the servant spoke quickly, sounding a little more nervous than usual.
Vegeta's voice calmed a little, "and slave" "m-my lord?", the other said, a little hesitantly. Vegeta's voice was now low and threatening, "If I have to wait like that again, you'll wake up in hell…. GOT IT???!! He yelled the last part, and the servant made a sort of squeaking noise and hurriedly cut the link.
A little later, a timid looking servant appeared, hovering just outside of the room, staring at the mess of the doorway. Just then vegeta emerged from the shower, in his robe.
"Well don't just stand there, bring it here NOW!", Vegeta shouted, when he caught sight of the alien slave.
"y-yesir", the maid, quickly set the tray of food down, and scurried away, before she suffered the same fate as the guard,……and the door!!
The young prince watched as she disappeared into the corridor, and smirked to himself
"Never forget who's in charge", he growled to the empty room, then headed over to the tray to satisfy his monstrous appetite.
"Well, how is it ?" Mrs briefs beamed, circling the dinner table, waiting for approval.
"It's the best thing I've ever tasted dear" Dr briefs, said stuffing more food into his mouth.
"oh wonderful!", Mrs briefs gave her smile that could light up the room.
"But bulma, you haven't touched your meal, don't you like it?"
Mrs briefs sounded disappointed
"Oh no, mum it's great, you're the best cook ever…really" bulma said not wanting to hurt her mothers feelings.
"You sound upset dear, is something the matter?" the older woman asked, voice thick with concern.
"Oh, it's Yamcha, he called to ask me out, but I already told him, I couldn't go….he never listens to me!"
Dr briefs looked up "Bulma, if you really want to go, I think, the robots and I , could manage without you.
"But this is a really important project" she whined.
"Bulma, believe me, I'll be fine, you had better call Yamcha back"
"Oh thank you daddy!!", bulma shrieked as she leapt from her seat, and hugged her father. Then dashed out of the kitchen.
!!! BANG!!!! , an explosion rocked the whole palace, and filled the large room with purple smoke. Violent coughing could then be heard from within.
As well as the main lab, there were many other individual labs, often used by small teams of scientists, and in some cases only one.
Vegeta rolled his eyes as he pushed open the door to one of the private labs, this one being the largest.
The prince strained his eyes to see through the smoke, but no luck.
Suddenly another explosion, bigger than the last, blasted through the lab. Vegeta flinched and shielded his face, as he was pelted with various pieces of glass and other equipment. More smoke filled the room, and it was impossible to see at all.
Vegeta wondered for a moment if the person he had come to see was actually here.
"3……2……1……..", he counted down under his breath. Then suddenly as if on cue, a frustrated roar could be heard, followed by a familiar voice. Vegeta grinned.
"Awwww , Fuck it!!, lousy stupid cheap, crap!!!!!…stupid low quality equipment!!!!…imported shit!!!! Aww to hell with this!!!!
Sounds of new glass breaking, and expensive sounding objects being thrown across the room, could be heard.
Vegeta turned as he picked up the sound of running feet. Two slaves rushed into the lab. One immediately stopped after hearing the sounds of the rest of the lab being ripped apart. One however didn't.
The slave slowed when he saw vegeta, giving him an evil grin. "I wouldn't if I were you", he warned. But the foolish alien, just pushed past the prince. And disappeared into the smoke.
Silence for a moment. Then suddenly the small body of the slave came hurtling across the room, closely followed by a gigantic ki blast.
Vegeta stepped to the side to avoid being hit. Then the unfortunate foreigner slammed into far wall, and was dragged out of the lab by the wiser of the two.
The teenage scientist rushed upstairs, like a bat outta hell. She flung open her door, and dived onto her oversized bed, madly grabbing at her pink cordless phone.
She eagerly punched in some numbers.. and waited.
"uh hello?"
"Yamcha, it's me"she said unable to keep the excitement from her voice.
"Bulma???" his voice sounded shocked"
"My dad told me I can go with you!!..isn't that great?"
"uh listen bulma, that's great an all but I already asked michelle….sorry, he explained awkwardly.
"What???, that slut from the gym?" she screamed.
Yamcha's voice suddenly changed from apologetic, to spiteful.
"Hey, I asked you remember?..and you said no!"
"but", bulma squeaked, as yamcha continued to yell.
"It's not my fault!..I want a life you know.. and im not screwing it up, just because you wanna spend all your time in that fuckin lab!!!!!
Bulma was now close to tears.
"How can you say that"
"Whatever", he snarled and put the phone down.
Bulma didn't move for a moment, she couldn't. Slowly she forced her hand to put down the receiver.
"Get a grip"she whispered, "big girls don't cry…big girls don't cry" but it was no use, the tears came streaming down her face.
She didn't want to be seen crying so, she ended up in the place she always went to, when she wanted to be alone.
The roof
*Shakily she got up, and went through the open doors to the balcony. There she climbed onto a tree branch that stuck out, and hoisted herself up to the roof.
There she went to pieces, sobbing, and crying her heart out.*