[Disclaimer—I'm eating an orange right now. Wait—that's not it! I don't
own Dragonball/Z/GT—ha, I knew I'd get it…umm….orange….
{A/N}—Thanks to everybody for their reviews! I just want you to know that I really really really really really appreciate them!!!]
____________________
Last Time:
Just as Vegeta was weighing the pros and cons of using a Big Bang Attack on his head, the computer's voice echoed through the chamber, "Gravity Simulation now complete. Atmosphere returned to 1 earth gravity. Inquiry: Ok to enter? Affirmative. Access granted."
____________________
Vegeta watched as the door to the Gravity Chamber slowly swung open to reveal…"Kakkarott?" Vegeta asked, surprise and disappointment evident in his voice.
Goku stood in the doorway, silhouetted in sunlight. "Hiya Vegeta," Goku chirped, "Wanna spar?"
"How the Hell did you get in here Kakkarott? How did you know the correct sequence to de-gravitify (my word, I own it! Hehe!) the chamber," Vegeta asked, looking at Goku in astonishment.
A confused Goku scratched his head, perplexed. "What?"
Vegeta sighed and decided to try another track. "How'd you get the door to open, Kakkarott?"
Goku brightened, confused expression vanishing. "Oh, I just pressed the big red button!"
Vegeta's eyes widened a bit, then, shoving past Goku, he raced to the control panel outside the door. Clearly evident, as he'd known they would be, were two big, red, blinking buttons.
"Kakkarott you moron," Vegeta roared, "if you'd pushed the other 'big red button' you would have encapsulated the Gravity Chamber with me inside of it!"
"Oh, I wouldn't have done that! You're my friend Vegeta, I'd never put you in a capsule!"
Vegeta momentarily considered whether he'd gotten strong enough to strangle the life out of Kakkarott here and now, and reluctantly concluded that he hadn't. If his time with Frieza had taught him anything, it'd taught him that foolish overconfidence in such situations only got you killed. Although he doubted Kakkarott would kill him. He was much too soft.
The word soft involuntarily turned Vegeta's thoughts to Bulma. How her hair ran down her back just so, the feel of her lips pressed against his…
"Umm, Vegeta?" Goku asked, a worried expression covering his face. He waved his hand in front of Vegeta's eyes, but the pointy-haired prince seemed to be held spellbound by something. Creeping a little closer, Goku peered down at Vegeta.
Snapping out of his daydream, Vegeta almost yelped to see Kakkarott's face not two inches from his own. "Argh, what the hell are you doing Kakkarot??!"
"You were daydreaming Vegeta," Goku teased, "you were thinking about Bulma, weren't you?"
"What?!" How did this uncouth third-class know he'd been thinking of the woman? WHY had he been thinking of her? He couldn't get her out of his mind….
"You're thinking of her again." Goku laughed, as Vegeta's eyes glazed over once more.
Vegeta looked up to see Goku grinning from ear to ear. His eyes narrowed and a scowl leapt to his features. "You wanna spar Kakkarott, fine, let's go," growled Vegeta, powering up and slugging Goku before he was able to react.
"Hey Vegeta, that's not fair," Goku began. Then, looking up, he saw Vegeta preparing an energy blast and leapt to his feet, and into the air.
"Gotta catch me first, Vegeta," Goku laughed, zipping away from Capsule Corps.
"Get back here you third-class coward," Vegeta roared, as he zoomed after Goku, and away from the city.
_____________________
Bulma threw the washcloth down on the table with a grunt of disgust. "Why do THEY get to go off any play, while I'm stuck here washing THEIR dishes, after I cooked THEIR breakfast," she fumed.
A little voice in the back of her head whispered, *Because they're not playing, they're training to save the world from evil androids, remember?*
*Oh, shut up,* Bulma told the voice, starting her fifth load through the dishwasher.
Sitting back for a moment, Bulma's thoughts drifted to her problem as she waited for the dishwasher to finish. What was she going to do about Goku? Here he was, living in her house, and she had to find some way to avoid him. To avoid the future that was painted in the boy, hard at work in her lab at this very moment.
Bulma sighed, *It's just not fair, I really like Trunks. I've always wanted a child. Why did it have to be with GOKU of all people?!*
Bulma leaned her head in her palm, her thoughts turning to her other problem. Vegeta. *He's an arrogant, pompous, spiky-haired, demanding, attractive, good-kissing…hey! Where did that come from?!*
Bulma groaned and tore at her hair, *VEGETA!* she yelled mentally. *Why are you making me think all these things?*
____________________
*VEGETA!*
Vegeta paused in midair. That was the woman's voice. What was she doing here—she could get hurt!
A huge energy drew Vegeta's attention back to the battle. Looking up, he saw a monster Kamehameha blast bearing down on him.
*Oh, shi--* was all he had time to think, as the blast scored a direct hit, and blackness overtook his vision.
____________________
*Oh, shi--*
Bulma looked up quickly. Was that Vegeta? Something was wrong! Rushing out to the front lawn, Bulma was just in time to see Goku teleport in, a limp charred bundle cradled in his arms.
"Oh, no, Goku, what happened? Is that Vegeta?" Bulma ran to Goku, peering at what he held.
Vegeta was a mess. There was no other way to describe it. He was covered in blood. Although there were few burns, and his features seemed unmarred, Bulma guessed that whatever had happened to him was comparable to a normal human being hit head on by a train.
"Oh, shit," Bulma muttered, frozen with shock. Then her mind took over from her emotions, and Bulma started shouting out orders to the many surrounding robots.
Within minutes, Vegeta was tucked safely in his bed, cleaned up, with his wounds tended, although he was still unconscious.
Bulma stared down at him, a hot tear trickling from the corner of her eye. She quickly wiped it away and spun around as Goku appeared in the doorway.
"Can't you do anything for him Goku? What about a senzu bean?"
Goku sighed, "I already tried Bulma. Korrin says there won't be any ready for another two weeks. Vegeta's just going to have to tough it out."
"What happened out there Goku? What could put Vegeta in this kind of condition?"
Goku bowed his head. "I'm afraid it's my fault Bulma. Vegeta and I were sparring at full power, well, full power without going Super Saiyan, and he must have gotten distracted by something. He took a Kamehameha head on. He didn't even try to block it. I couldn't pull it, it was just too close!"
Bulma put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "It's ok Goku. It's not your fault. Could you sit here with Vegeta for awhile? I've got to go fix lunch for you and Trunks."
"Sure." Goku smiled, sitting down next to Vegeta's bed. "I'll be here for you buddy, for as long as it takes."
***Alrighty now people. The question here is, to lemon, or not to lemon? I've never written a real lemon before, because it embarrasses the heck out of me, but if you want it, I'll try, since everyone seems to love a lemon. I warn you, if I do try to write a lemon, it won't be that racy, and it'll undoubtedly be humorous to fit with the tone of the story. So, do you want me to attempt this? Review and give me your opinion!***
{A/N}—Thanks to everybody for their reviews! I just want you to know that I really really really really really appreciate them!!!]
____________________
Last Time:
Just as Vegeta was weighing the pros and cons of using a Big Bang Attack on his head, the computer's voice echoed through the chamber, "Gravity Simulation now complete. Atmosphere returned to 1 earth gravity. Inquiry: Ok to enter? Affirmative. Access granted."
____________________
Vegeta watched as the door to the Gravity Chamber slowly swung open to reveal…"Kakkarott?" Vegeta asked, surprise and disappointment evident in his voice.
Goku stood in the doorway, silhouetted in sunlight. "Hiya Vegeta," Goku chirped, "Wanna spar?"
"How the Hell did you get in here Kakkarott? How did you know the correct sequence to de-gravitify (my word, I own it! Hehe!) the chamber," Vegeta asked, looking at Goku in astonishment.
A confused Goku scratched his head, perplexed. "What?"
Vegeta sighed and decided to try another track. "How'd you get the door to open, Kakkarott?"
Goku brightened, confused expression vanishing. "Oh, I just pressed the big red button!"
Vegeta's eyes widened a bit, then, shoving past Goku, he raced to the control panel outside the door. Clearly evident, as he'd known they would be, were two big, red, blinking buttons.
"Kakkarott you moron," Vegeta roared, "if you'd pushed the other 'big red button' you would have encapsulated the Gravity Chamber with me inside of it!"
"Oh, I wouldn't have done that! You're my friend Vegeta, I'd never put you in a capsule!"
Vegeta momentarily considered whether he'd gotten strong enough to strangle the life out of Kakkarott here and now, and reluctantly concluded that he hadn't. If his time with Frieza had taught him anything, it'd taught him that foolish overconfidence in such situations only got you killed. Although he doubted Kakkarott would kill him. He was much too soft.
The word soft involuntarily turned Vegeta's thoughts to Bulma. How her hair ran down her back just so, the feel of her lips pressed against his…
"Umm, Vegeta?" Goku asked, a worried expression covering his face. He waved his hand in front of Vegeta's eyes, but the pointy-haired prince seemed to be held spellbound by something. Creeping a little closer, Goku peered down at Vegeta.
Snapping out of his daydream, Vegeta almost yelped to see Kakkarott's face not two inches from his own. "Argh, what the hell are you doing Kakkarot??!"
"You were daydreaming Vegeta," Goku teased, "you were thinking about Bulma, weren't you?"
"What?!" How did this uncouth third-class know he'd been thinking of the woman? WHY had he been thinking of her? He couldn't get her out of his mind….
"You're thinking of her again." Goku laughed, as Vegeta's eyes glazed over once more.
Vegeta looked up to see Goku grinning from ear to ear. His eyes narrowed and a scowl leapt to his features. "You wanna spar Kakkarott, fine, let's go," growled Vegeta, powering up and slugging Goku before he was able to react.
"Hey Vegeta, that's not fair," Goku began. Then, looking up, he saw Vegeta preparing an energy blast and leapt to his feet, and into the air.
"Gotta catch me first, Vegeta," Goku laughed, zipping away from Capsule Corps.
"Get back here you third-class coward," Vegeta roared, as he zoomed after Goku, and away from the city.
_____________________
Bulma threw the washcloth down on the table with a grunt of disgust. "Why do THEY get to go off any play, while I'm stuck here washing THEIR dishes, after I cooked THEIR breakfast," she fumed.
A little voice in the back of her head whispered, *Because they're not playing, they're training to save the world from evil androids, remember?*
*Oh, shut up,* Bulma told the voice, starting her fifth load through the dishwasher.
Sitting back for a moment, Bulma's thoughts drifted to her problem as she waited for the dishwasher to finish. What was she going to do about Goku? Here he was, living in her house, and she had to find some way to avoid him. To avoid the future that was painted in the boy, hard at work in her lab at this very moment.
Bulma sighed, *It's just not fair, I really like Trunks. I've always wanted a child. Why did it have to be with GOKU of all people?!*
Bulma leaned her head in her palm, her thoughts turning to her other problem. Vegeta. *He's an arrogant, pompous, spiky-haired, demanding, attractive, good-kissing…hey! Where did that come from?!*
Bulma groaned and tore at her hair, *VEGETA!* she yelled mentally. *Why are you making me think all these things?*
____________________
*VEGETA!*
Vegeta paused in midair. That was the woman's voice. What was she doing here—she could get hurt!
A huge energy drew Vegeta's attention back to the battle. Looking up, he saw a monster Kamehameha blast bearing down on him.
*Oh, shi--* was all he had time to think, as the blast scored a direct hit, and blackness overtook his vision.
____________________
*Oh, shi--*
Bulma looked up quickly. Was that Vegeta? Something was wrong! Rushing out to the front lawn, Bulma was just in time to see Goku teleport in, a limp charred bundle cradled in his arms.
"Oh, no, Goku, what happened? Is that Vegeta?" Bulma ran to Goku, peering at what he held.
Vegeta was a mess. There was no other way to describe it. He was covered in blood. Although there were few burns, and his features seemed unmarred, Bulma guessed that whatever had happened to him was comparable to a normal human being hit head on by a train.
"Oh, shit," Bulma muttered, frozen with shock. Then her mind took over from her emotions, and Bulma started shouting out orders to the many surrounding robots.
Within minutes, Vegeta was tucked safely in his bed, cleaned up, with his wounds tended, although he was still unconscious.
Bulma stared down at him, a hot tear trickling from the corner of her eye. She quickly wiped it away and spun around as Goku appeared in the doorway.
"Can't you do anything for him Goku? What about a senzu bean?"
Goku sighed, "I already tried Bulma. Korrin says there won't be any ready for another two weeks. Vegeta's just going to have to tough it out."
"What happened out there Goku? What could put Vegeta in this kind of condition?"
Goku bowed his head. "I'm afraid it's my fault Bulma. Vegeta and I were sparring at full power, well, full power without going Super Saiyan, and he must have gotten distracted by something. He took a Kamehameha head on. He didn't even try to block it. I couldn't pull it, it was just too close!"
Bulma put a hand on Goku's shoulder. "It's ok Goku. It's not your fault. Could you sit here with Vegeta for awhile? I've got to go fix lunch for you and Trunks."
"Sure." Goku smiled, sitting down next to Vegeta's bed. "I'll be here for you buddy, for as long as it takes."
***Alrighty now people. The question here is, to lemon, or not to lemon? I've never written a real lemon before, because it embarrasses the heck out of me, but if you want it, I'll try, since everyone seems to love a lemon. I warn you, if I do try to write a lemon, it won't be that racy, and it'll undoubtedly be humorous to fit with the tone of the story. So, do you want me to attempt this? Review and give me your opinion!***