Bulma felt extremely tired – she surprised herself how little she had to do
now to get tired. She wondered if it was her exercises, or her eating, or
maybe her resting patterns. But nothing seemed to be wrong – she had a
schedule that she followed. Everything was balanced out – her sleep, nice
and long, her rest, her training, her inventions. As she submerged into her
own quiet universe, and began to forget that there was something outside of
it, she began to notice that the more time it passed, the less it took to
make her exhausted. It angered her – because she wanted to push herself as
hard as she could – but severe pain taught her how to obey her own body's
commands. Tired, means tired. She growled but subdued to these orders.
Vegeta continued to live his own secluded life – and sometimes she wondered
if he would be the same way if he suddenly got a girlfriend.
Those thoughts were completely occupying her mind when she heard a loud boom, followed with an earth-shattering explosion. Bulma jumped off her chair and moaned in disbelief.
DAMN YOU, Vegeta!!! – She yelled out as her eyes sparked with an insane rage. – I just built that machine!
A monitor above her work desk turned on.
Miss Briefs, - a shaking voice of an over obeying employee called her attention. Bulma raised her baby blues.
Yes? – she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Mr. Vegeta blew up the gravitron again – the voice said
Yes, I know – she answered – I'll be right there.
She got up and took couple of steps in the direction of the door, as the room started spinning around. Bulma grabbed a back of a chair and stopped. There was something wrong, something seriously wrong. She waited until the dizziness went away. Yet there was no time to think about that now.
Outside, it looked like a tornado hit Capsule Corp's front yard. Bits and pieces of bent, melted metal were scattered all over the place. Some of the people from the working offices came out to see what that big explosion was all about, and as Bulma walked by them – she could only shake her head. In front of her, a big pile of heavy debree, somewhere there was buried the unconscious prince. It happened many times before, and it probably would happen many times after. She was already too used to the drill to be surprised. She walked through the buzzing robots, hauling away the broken pieces, and came to the front row, where her father stood with his cigarette and his cat on his shoulder.
Bulma, honey – Mr. Briefs said, feeling his daughter's elbow brush up against him – it seems that Vegeta blew himself up again.
Yeah I know, dad – Bulma replied tiredly – we need to dig him up though. Oh how do I wish he would just drop dead.
Finding Vegeta under all of that mess wasn't an easy task, but never the less she spent
all that time looking for him. Accidentally, kicking off a piece of the metal, she saw his bloody hand sticking out of the pile of debree.
DAD – Bulma yelled in the loudest voice – over here!
As they were pulling Vegeta out, she noticed a metal rod piercing Vegeta's shoulder, and gasped. Her father lost his glasses – as he mumbled in a low voice that Vegeta was so damn lucky – a bit to the left and the metal stick would pierce his heart. Vegeta was DAMN lucky.
We need to pull it out – said one of the doctors that got dispatched to Capsule Corp. Bulma nodded and cringed stepping back. She didn't want to see that thing being pulled out of Vegeta. She grabbed her father's shoulder, and felt his gentle hug and pat on her hand.
Get away from me – barked a harsh voice, and flying into four different sides aidees returned her to the sour reality in a blink of an eye. Vegeta was alive, not only was he alive he was fully in control of his consciousness. Bulma clenched her fists, and barely holding her enormous fury at bay, she ran towards the Saiyan.
WHATA HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM??? – she yelled, towering above him, with her hands on her hips and her teeth clenched tight – Do you WANT to die????
Vegeta tried to get up, but failed, falling back and uttering a cry of pain. Something in that cry made Bulma forget her anger, and she sank to her knees over the fallen Prince.
Damn it, Vegeta – she yelled, without even noticing that tears began to run down her face – why can't you be NORMAL???
He opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. And even though the corner of his mouth was twitching in great pain, his eyes were crispy clear. She could almost feel how horrible it was for him – Bulma reached out with one hand, and grabbed his shoulder, trying to ease him into a sitting position. Vegeta groaned.
Don't touch me woman – he pushed out in between heavy breathing and clenched teeth – I'm fine.
SHUT UP – this time she was really angry – because if you don't we can do this two ways. I can just leave you here to DIE or I'll help you to get out of this mess, and get you back to your normal condition. WHAT will it be, idiot???
Vegeta snarled back at her – and if looks could kill she would have been dead ten times by now, but it seemed that the pain he felt was way too strong for him to deal with and he looked away.
Good – Bulma uttered easing him into the sitting position, holding his shoulders with her hands – now you're going to shut up and put up or I swear I'll leave you here.
Vegeta didn't respond, he continued to growl through tightly clenched teeth, but by the shudder of his body Bulma realized that Vegeta wasn't growling in anger. He was growling in tremendous pain. She held him patiently and gently, and as he was carried over to the stretchers, and secured in the ambulance Bulma stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. She felt as if someone just put her under a press, and her knees were shaking. Tiredly, looking around, she slowly walked over to her father and told him that she will be up in her room. She was too tired to deal with the wreckage anymore. And after getting upstairs, and crawling under the sheets, Bulma remembered how her heart stopped when she saw Vegeta's condition. What do I care? – she wondered. And yet even her hands shook, when she saw him in that much pain. No matter how much she tried resisting it, her own body started to shake and she reserved to tears. In anguish, Bulma punched the pillow, sending it to pillow's hell. She grabbed her head and clenched it between her hands - this was completely insane! How could that little incident affect her so much! It's not like she's never seen Vegeta die, or come close to dieing before. She thought she'd be used to it by now.
Those thoughts were completely occupying her mind when she heard a loud boom, followed with an earth-shattering explosion. Bulma jumped off her chair and moaned in disbelief.
DAMN YOU, Vegeta!!! – She yelled out as her eyes sparked with an insane rage. – I just built that machine!
A monitor above her work desk turned on.
Miss Briefs, - a shaking voice of an over obeying employee called her attention. Bulma raised her baby blues.
Yes? – she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Mr. Vegeta blew up the gravitron again – the voice said
Yes, I know – she answered – I'll be right there.
She got up and took couple of steps in the direction of the door, as the room started spinning around. Bulma grabbed a back of a chair and stopped. There was something wrong, something seriously wrong. She waited until the dizziness went away. Yet there was no time to think about that now.
Outside, it looked like a tornado hit Capsule Corp's front yard. Bits and pieces of bent, melted metal were scattered all over the place. Some of the people from the working offices came out to see what that big explosion was all about, and as Bulma walked by them – she could only shake her head. In front of her, a big pile of heavy debree, somewhere there was buried the unconscious prince. It happened many times before, and it probably would happen many times after. She was already too used to the drill to be surprised. She walked through the buzzing robots, hauling away the broken pieces, and came to the front row, where her father stood with his cigarette and his cat on his shoulder.
Bulma, honey – Mr. Briefs said, feeling his daughter's elbow brush up against him – it seems that Vegeta blew himself up again.
Yeah I know, dad – Bulma replied tiredly – we need to dig him up though. Oh how do I wish he would just drop dead.
Finding Vegeta under all of that mess wasn't an easy task, but never the less she spent
all that time looking for him. Accidentally, kicking off a piece of the metal, she saw his bloody hand sticking out of the pile of debree.
DAD – Bulma yelled in the loudest voice – over here!
As they were pulling Vegeta out, she noticed a metal rod piercing Vegeta's shoulder, and gasped. Her father lost his glasses – as he mumbled in a low voice that Vegeta was so damn lucky – a bit to the left and the metal stick would pierce his heart. Vegeta was DAMN lucky.
We need to pull it out – said one of the doctors that got dispatched to Capsule Corp. Bulma nodded and cringed stepping back. She didn't want to see that thing being pulled out of Vegeta. She grabbed her father's shoulder, and felt his gentle hug and pat on her hand.
Get away from me – barked a harsh voice, and flying into four different sides aidees returned her to the sour reality in a blink of an eye. Vegeta was alive, not only was he alive he was fully in control of his consciousness. Bulma clenched her fists, and barely holding her enormous fury at bay, she ran towards the Saiyan.
WHATA HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM??? – she yelled, towering above him, with her hands on her hips and her teeth clenched tight – Do you WANT to die????
Vegeta tried to get up, but failed, falling back and uttering a cry of pain. Something in that cry made Bulma forget her anger, and she sank to her knees over the fallen Prince.
Damn it, Vegeta – she yelled, without even noticing that tears began to run down her face – why can't you be NORMAL???
He opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. And even though the corner of his mouth was twitching in great pain, his eyes were crispy clear. She could almost feel how horrible it was for him – Bulma reached out with one hand, and grabbed his shoulder, trying to ease him into a sitting position. Vegeta groaned.
Don't touch me woman – he pushed out in between heavy breathing and clenched teeth – I'm fine.
SHUT UP – this time she was really angry – because if you don't we can do this two ways. I can just leave you here to DIE or I'll help you to get out of this mess, and get you back to your normal condition. WHAT will it be, idiot???
Vegeta snarled back at her – and if looks could kill she would have been dead ten times by now, but it seemed that the pain he felt was way too strong for him to deal with and he looked away.
Good – Bulma uttered easing him into the sitting position, holding his shoulders with her hands – now you're going to shut up and put up or I swear I'll leave you here.
Vegeta didn't respond, he continued to growl through tightly clenched teeth, but by the shudder of his body Bulma realized that Vegeta wasn't growling in anger. He was growling in tremendous pain. She held him patiently and gently, and as he was carried over to the stretchers, and secured in the ambulance Bulma stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. She felt as if someone just put her under a press, and her knees were shaking. Tiredly, looking around, she slowly walked over to her father and told him that she will be up in her room. She was too tired to deal with the wreckage anymore. And after getting upstairs, and crawling under the sheets, Bulma remembered how her heart stopped when she saw Vegeta's condition. What do I care? – she wondered. And yet even her hands shook, when she saw him in that much pain. No matter how much she tried resisting it, her own body started to shake and she reserved to tears. In anguish, Bulma punched the pillow, sending it to pillow's hell. She grabbed her head and clenched it between her hands - this was completely insane! How could that little incident affect her so much! It's not like she's never seen Vegeta die, or come close to dieing before. She thought she'd be used to it by now.