They spent another several days together, and although sometimes she
wished that
Vegeta would just drop dead, over all she got used to being this close to him constantly. Sure, some of his habits made her very tempted to put some strong poison in his food but Vegeta more then made up for it, every time. Vegeta continued to train alone, every morning, and so did she. She liked being alone – it gave her the strength in the solitude of the silence and the power that surrounded her, but even despite his incredibly annoying personality, the more and more she got closer to him, the more Bulma began to see something no one ever saw. Maybe not even Vegeta. Unwillingly, as he learned to trust her, Vegeta was letting her under that thick shell of his, his rudeness, coldness, nastiness, and ruthless. Somewhere, where there was a heart of a noble and deeply honorable warrior. One night, as they rested on the soft and warm sand, after hours of incredibly passionate lovemaking, she leaned her head on his chest, and as they were falling asleep she mumbled to him that he should get going tomorrow morning. She was planning to come back herself in a couple of days…but it would be better if Vegeta returned first. Alone. She didn't know if he heard her or not, but the sound of his heart beating pulled her into deep, long sleep, before she could ever see his reaction. If there was any.
But as she drifted to sleep, Vegeta continued to look at her, holding her close. As soon as he realized that she completely fell asleep, he picked her up and took her to the tent. He put her into the bed, and moved to leave – but as Bulma's head hit the pillow, she stirred and quietly called for him.
No – she said, probably half way asleep, half awake – don't leave. Not now, Vegeta. Tomorrow. Please.
Vegeta wanted to let her go to sleep and leave, but he couldn't. Something in her voice made him feel like he was glued to this spot. Like it was his place to be here, by her side. He pulled the covers over himself, and hugged Bulma close once again. She smiled.
I love you, - she said in a quiet, sleepy voice – Vegeta.
Yet in the morning, he was already gone. Bulma awoke, alone – and although the
covers still kept the warmth of his body – Vegeta was gone. He obeyed her wish to return home alone. A thought crossed her mind, that maybe asking that of him, she has offended Vegeta – but she brushed it off. Offended or not – Vegeta was NOT a boyfriend you told everyone about. He should be brought up in a careful conversation, whenever she was sure that her parents won't die of a heart attack. Both of them. Not to mention the rest of the Z gang. She shook her head again – this time she could almost see their surprised faces. After all, it was VEGETA. Bulma ate breakfast – that Saiyan left without even eating. She grabbed her lab equipment – and started packing it, carefully. She wanted to do some experiments while she was away – she sighed – this was not good. After the lab equipment, came her clothes, her food, her basic tools, and finally her tent. She stood for a little while, saying good-bye to the lovely spot, and picked up the bag. It was a bit heavy, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Bending her knees, and pausing for a second right before she took off – Bulma gathered her ki and jumped up. The glow around her body intensified, and she also could feel Vegeta pretty far away, in the direction of Capsule Corp.
At home, everyone was finally happy to see her. Her mother, ran to her, as soon as Bulma took a step inside the house, and almost knocked her off her feet. Bulma hugged her mother happily.
I've missed you mommy, so very much – she said answering her mother's numerous questions. Where was she? Why did she go? Why was she gone so long? Doesn't she know they were worried? Did she know that Vegeta was gone too?
That question caught her off guard, and it took her almost all of her strength to keep a straight face.
Really? – Bulma managed to express a surprise on her face – Well, I didn't know that. Besides, why, would I really care?
Her mother smiled.
Well, personally dear, - she answered in a sweet giggling voice – I think you and Vegeta make a nice couple.
MOOOOOOM – Bulma made big eyes – DO you even KNOW what you're saying?
Of course I do, honey – Mrs. Briefs answered – Trust me. I know a good young man when I see one.
Speaking of Vegeta, - Bulma asked, trying seriously not to blush – where is he?
Oh, he's been in that machine. He came back right before you, and went into the gravitron. To train, I suppose.
Mrs. Briefs continued to look at her daughter with a bit of interrogating eyes.
WHAT?? – Bulma once again pretended she was surprised – You don't really THINK that I really… care about Vegeta?
Her mother smiled.
Of course not dear, - she answered – but since you can feel his presence, I just thought you'd be able to feel him. That's all.
This, Bulma decided not to answer.
Where's dad, mom?
Your father? Oh, he's been down in that lab, ever since you were gone, honey.
I'm going to run down and say hello to him.
Yes, I agree. Go ahead. And then come up for some breakfast – we've missed you a lot home. Oh yes – Mrs. Briefs yelled, as Bulma began to run down towards the lab,
in order to avoid any more tricky questions and embarrassing situations that would involve answering questions about Vegeta – your little friend Krillin came back. He said he's going to drop by again.
Thanks mom – Bulma shouted and waved, right before vanishing behind the door.
Meeting with her father might have involved less hugs, but was never the less very emotional also. Her father filled her in on a lot of little things she was really dying to know. Yamcha came by several times, and so did that funny looking green guy. What was his name? Oh yes, Piccolo. Piccolo wanted a space pod for some reason – and he lent it to him. After all, the Namek was now considered one of Bulma's friends. Chi Chi called. She was wondering if Bulma knew where Gohan gone to. No, Bulma didn't know – of course she didn't. That woman sometimes annoyed serious bejubies out of her. She treated Gohan as if he was going to be her little baby forever. Oh yes. Vegeta was also gone almost all this time too. Bulma blushed – lab was sort of murky, and she hoped that no one would notice.
Life returned to its original track. Bulma trained and worked on her inventions, right along with her father. She tried to put Vegeta as far away from her mind, as she possibly could. It was hard, because the Saiyan lived with her under one roof. But after studying his regular patterns of life style – she figured out how she could completely avoid him. Not that she didn't feel the yearning to be with him – Vegeta's personality suffered a tremendous drop for the worse – and it felt way safer NOT to bump into him, whether it was an accident or not. She assured that the Smurf had an easy access to almost everything he could possibly think of needing. His clothes, food, water, shower, personal, solitary space – and his gravitron. Bulma with the help of her dad, built a new machine in extreme hurry, with a lot new modifications – such as energy absorbing walls, and anti shock gravity centers, that allowed Vegeta to almost go nuts inside, and wouldn't damage the equipment. She felt a serious itch to install the energy reflecting mirrors so that whenever he fired a ki blast inside the room it would return and bite him in the ass – but she stopped herself before she gave in to the temptation. It wasn't an easy task to kill Vegeta, yet it was a very easy one to aggravate him to the point of a blind rage. Then, even Goku wouldn't want to deal with the short cake. She got her gravitron back – and over all this whole month felt like NOTHING could ever go wrong. Everyone was finally happy and calm.
Somehow, after everything that has happened between her and Vegeta, Bulma hoped the stubborn Saiyan is going to change. However, no matter what happened, Vegeta seemed just super eager for a fight. He got everywhere she didn't want him to be, he annoyed her every time she couldn't get something right, and pissed off with her own inability, Bulma was a bit short for patience on Vegeta's idiotic remarks. With the whole month passing, Bulma couldn't really believe that no matter what she did, she always ended up having a HUGE argument with Vegeta. She pushed herself, like an idiot in the gravitron, but that was only venting. She couldn't believe how worked up, he left her, constantly, draining her calmness and concentration.
Pretty soon Bulma began to doubt that Vegeta ever even liked her. She began to doubt that what she thought has happened between them, didn't really happen, and she only saw that in her dreams. Of course what a strange dream that would be to see, but rather then her own memories, she couldn't see any other evidence anywhere around her. Vegeta was behaving towards her even worse then they started off before. Of course, nothing could really been any worse then they've started off, however, with his behavior Vegeta was proving impossible. No matter how bad you thought his company was, he could be ten times more annoying and disgusting. He was rude, snobbish and obnoxious. He demanded his dinner, as if she was his slave, which did result in two plates breaking against Vegeta's extremely hard forehead. Somehow, Saiyan had enough common sense and not answer her, after she hurled the plate with hot soup and hot rice at his face, and hit pretty successfully on target. Several times she caught him yelling at her father – and almost seriously got in a fight. Bulma was on the brink of getting Goku to come by, and put Vegeta out, like a dog. She clenched her fists, and grinded her teeth, as she thought about her friend's current problems, and tried NOT to bother him over this stupidity. After all, Vegeta didn't get out of hand. And even if he did, they could always move, to the place he'd never find them. Everything. All the employees, the capsule corp itself.
Vegeta would just drop dead, over all she got used to being this close to him constantly. Sure, some of his habits made her very tempted to put some strong poison in his food but Vegeta more then made up for it, every time. Vegeta continued to train alone, every morning, and so did she. She liked being alone – it gave her the strength in the solitude of the silence and the power that surrounded her, but even despite his incredibly annoying personality, the more and more she got closer to him, the more Bulma began to see something no one ever saw. Maybe not even Vegeta. Unwillingly, as he learned to trust her, Vegeta was letting her under that thick shell of his, his rudeness, coldness, nastiness, and ruthless. Somewhere, where there was a heart of a noble and deeply honorable warrior. One night, as they rested on the soft and warm sand, after hours of incredibly passionate lovemaking, she leaned her head on his chest, and as they were falling asleep she mumbled to him that he should get going tomorrow morning. She was planning to come back herself in a couple of days…but it would be better if Vegeta returned first. Alone. She didn't know if he heard her or not, but the sound of his heart beating pulled her into deep, long sleep, before she could ever see his reaction. If there was any.
But as she drifted to sleep, Vegeta continued to look at her, holding her close. As soon as he realized that she completely fell asleep, he picked her up and took her to the tent. He put her into the bed, and moved to leave – but as Bulma's head hit the pillow, she stirred and quietly called for him.
No – she said, probably half way asleep, half awake – don't leave. Not now, Vegeta. Tomorrow. Please.
Vegeta wanted to let her go to sleep and leave, but he couldn't. Something in her voice made him feel like he was glued to this spot. Like it was his place to be here, by her side. He pulled the covers over himself, and hugged Bulma close once again. She smiled.
I love you, - she said in a quiet, sleepy voice – Vegeta.
Yet in the morning, he was already gone. Bulma awoke, alone – and although the
covers still kept the warmth of his body – Vegeta was gone. He obeyed her wish to return home alone. A thought crossed her mind, that maybe asking that of him, she has offended Vegeta – but she brushed it off. Offended or not – Vegeta was NOT a boyfriend you told everyone about. He should be brought up in a careful conversation, whenever she was sure that her parents won't die of a heart attack. Both of them. Not to mention the rest of the Z gang. She shook her head again – this time she could almost see their surprised faces. After all, it was VEGETA. Bulma ate breakfast – that Saiyan left without even eating. She grabbed her lab equipment – and started packing it, carefully. She wanted to do some experiments while she was away – she sighed – this was not good. After the lab equipment, came her clothes, her food, her basic tools, and finally her tent. She stood for a little while, saying good-bye to the lovely spot, and picked up the bag. It was a bit heavy, but nothing that she couldn't handle. Bending her knees, and pausing for a second right before she took off – Bulma gathered her ki and jumped up. The glow around her body intensified, and she also could feel Vegeta pretty far away, in the direction of Capsule Corp.
At home, everyone was finally happy to see her. Her mother, ran to her, as soon as Bulma took a step inside the house, and almost knocked her off her feet. Bulma hugged her mother happily.
I've missed you mommy, so very much – she said answering her mother's numerous questions. Where was she? Why did she go? Why was she gone so long? Doesn't she know they were worried? Did she know that Vegeta was gone too?
That question caught her off guard, and it took her almost all of her strength to keep a straight face.
Really? – Bulma managed to express a surprise on her face – Well, I didn't know that. Besides, why, would I really care?
Her mother smiled.
Well, personally dear, - she answered in a sweet giggling voice – I think you and Vegeta make a nice couple.
MOOOOOOM – Bulma made big eyes – DO you even KNOW what you're saying?
Of course I do, honey – Mrs. Briefs answered – Trust me. I know a good young man when I see one.
Speaking of Vegeta, - Bulma asked, trying seriously not to blush – where is he?
Oh, he's been in that machine. He came back right before you, and went into the gravitron. To train, I suppose.
Mrs. Briefs continued to look at her daughter with a bit of interrogating eyes.
WHAT?? – Bulma once again pretended she was surprised – You don't really THINK that I really… care about Vegeta?
Her mother smiled.
Of course not dear, - she answered – but since you can feel his presence, I just thought you'd be able to feel him. That's all.
This, Bulma decided not to answer.
Where's dad, mom?
Your father? Oh, he's been down in that lab, ever since you were gone, honey.
I'm going to run down and say hello to him.
Yes, I agree. Go ahead. And then come up for some breakfast – we've missed you a lot home. Oh yes – Mrs. Briefs yelled, as Bulma began to run down towards the lab,
in order to avoid any more tricky questions and embarrassing situations that would involve answering questions about Vegeta – your little friend Krillin came back. He said he's going to drop by again.
Thanks mom – Bulma shouted and waved, right before vanishing behind the door.
Meeting with her father might have involved less hugs, but was never the less very emotional also. Her father filled her in on a lot of little things she was really dying to know. Yamcha came by several times, and so did that funny looking green guy. What was his name? Oh yes, Piccolo. Piccolo wanted a space pod for some reason – and he lent it to him. After all, the Namek was now considered one of Bulma's friends. Chi Chi called. She was wondering if Bulma knew where Gohan gone to. No, Bulma didn't know – of course she didn't. That woman sometimes annoyed serious bejubies out of her. She treated Gohan as if he was going to be her little baby forever. Oh yes. Vegeta was also gone almost all this time too. Bulma blushed – lab was sort of murky, and she hoped that no one would notice.
Life returned to its original track. Bulma trained and worked on her inventions, right along with her father. She tried to put Vegeta as far away from her mind, as she possibly could. It was hard, because the Saiyan lived with her under one roof. But after studying his regular patterns of life style – she figured out how she could completely avoid him. Not that she didn't feel the yearning to be with him – Vegeta's personality suffered a tremendous drop for the worse – and it felt way safer NOT to bump into him, whether it was an accident or not. She assured that the Smurf had an easy access to almost everything he could possibly think of needing. His clothes, food, water, shower, personal, solitary space – and his gravitron. Bulma with the help of her dad, built a new machine in extreme hurry, with a lot new modifications – such as energy absorbing walls, and anti shock gravity centers, that allowed Vegeta to almost go nuts inside, and wouldn't damage the equipment. She felt a serious itch to install the energy reflecting mirrors so that whenever he fired a ki blast inside the room it would return and bite him in the ass – but she stopped herself before she gave in to the temptation. It wasn't an easy task to kill Vegeta, yet it was a very easy one to aggravate him to the point of a blind rage. Then, even Goku wouldn't want to deal with the short cake. She got her gravitron back – and over all this whole month felt like NOTHING could ever go wrong. Everyone was finally happy and calm.
Somehow, after everything that has happened between her and Vegeta, Bulma hoped the stubborn Saiyan is going to change. However, no matter what happened, Vegeta seemed just super eager for a fight. He got everywhere she didn't want him to be, he annoyed her every time she couldn't get something right, and pissed off with her own inability, Bulma was a bit short for patience on Vegeta's idiotic remarks. With the whole month passing, Bulma couldn't really believe that no matter what she did, she always ended up having a HUGE argument with Vegeta. She pushed herself, like an idiot in the gravitron, but that was only venting. She couldn't believe how worked up, he left her, constantly, draining her calmness and concentration.
Pretty soon Bulma began to doubt that Vegeta ever even liked her. She began to doubt that what she thought has happened between them, didn't really happen, and she only saw that in her dreams. Of course what a strange dream that would be to see, but rather then her own memories, she couldn't see any other evidence anywhere around her. Vegeta was behaving towards her even worse then they started off before. Of course, nothing could really been any worse then they've started off, however, with his behavior Vegeta was proving impossible. No matter how bad you thought his company was, he could be ten times more annoying and disgusting. He was rude, snobbish and obnoxious. He demanded his dinner, as if she was his slave, which did result in two plates breaking against Vegeta's extremely hard forehead. Somehow, Saiyan had enough common sense and not answer her, after she hurled the plate with hot soup and hot rice at his face, and hit pretty successfully on target. Several times she caught him yelling at her father – and almost seriously got in a fight. Bulma was on the brink of getting Goku to come by, and put Vegeta out, like a dog. She clenched her fists, and grinded her teeth, as she thought about her friend's current problems, and tried NOT to bother him over this stupidity. After all, Vegeta didn't get out of hand. And even if he did, they could always move, to the place he'd never find them. Everything. All the employees, the capsule corp itself.