But somewhere in between crying, and struggling with her ever-growing
dizziness and tiredness, Bulma leaned her head on the bed, and began to
drift asleep. She pulled her knees so close to her chest – it was really
strange, to see this fully-grown woman sleep like an infant. Her dreams,
although a welcomed relief, were full of feverish images of Vegeta's death
that taunted her. She shrugged in her sleep and as she mumbled between the
tears – she wouldn't believe if someone told her what she said. He can't
die… He won't die… he just… Vegeta… In the evening, Vegeta was released
from the hospital, and although he looked like a 3000 year old mummy,
wrapped nice and tight in the new and fresh set of bandages his loud
demands were clear. Vegeta wanted to go back to training, and he wanted to
do it now! As Bulma met her father's pondering look, she shrug her
shoulders. Let Vegeta do whatever he wants – she wasn't here to baby sit
him. She passed by him, walking slowly towards the door, and handed a jug
full of water. Water, carefully mixed with the right doze of painkillers
would be a nice thing, for someone in Vegeta's condition.
Trust me, - she said as Vegeta's pondering gaze fell upon her – if you don't want to go back to hell, you'll need this.
He took the jug, from her hands and downed it in almost one gulp. Vegeta threw the empty container in the corner of the room and grinned.
Well you're WELCOME you stupid JERK – Bulma yelled as he was heading out of
the door – I wish YOU WOULD drop dead this time – she was still hurling at him as the doors of the Gravitron closed shut. – Man, how I WISH you would drop dead, conveniently, just ONCE – she mumbled already to herself, tiredly easing herself onto a kitchen chair. Although, she wouldn't admit it to herself, and let anyone else admit it for her, deep down inside, Bulma was relieved to know he was ok.
She was tired herself, yet despite that not so good feeling in general, and her mother's constant pleas about skipping the training for tonight, Bulma changed into her work out clothing and threw a towel over her shoulder. If Vegeta could train after what has happened – why can't she? She walked out of the house, and in directed her footsteps towards the shaking machine. It didn't really surprise her, to see Vegeta going almost all out – this guy will never learn that he isn't made of metal. She also made a very good guess, that although Vegeta wouldn't admit it to anyone – he will finish his training early tonight, unless he wants his stitches to come apart and all of his inner organs splatter on the floor of the mechanical constructions. To wait for him, she sat down on the grass, and pulled her knees closer to her chest, raising her head to look at the sky.
It was crystal clear that evening, no clouds, no fog, and almost no moon light. Just precious stars – shining like huge beautiful diamonds, far, far away. Even thought she has traveled towards them, and to distance planets even before she reached age 20 – they never failed to amaze or fascinate her. She stared at them, as if it was her very first time seeing them. Ever since she was little – Bulma dreamed of traveling to stars. She wanted to visit, other distant planets, discover new worlds. Unfortunately, her LAST journey turned out to be a disaster, where she almost lost her life, almost lost all of her friends and also ended up with a house full of NAMEKS for couple of weeks. Bulma knew all about the stars, their lives, their lights, their behavior, and although her father was teaching her quantum physics even before she could talk – Bulma remembered one story her mother told her as a child – that stuck in her head.
" In this world" – Mrs. Briefs soft voice filled the gentle summer evening surrounding them, as both of them mother and daughter sat up on the roof of the Capsule Corp, gazing at beautiful giants far away – " Every time a person is born a traveling star is created. Each star, has a counter part, another star, that it longs to be with, right from the moment of its creation. And as the person grows older, the star travels great distances, just to find its other part, that other star, to be happy together for whole eternity. Just as your father and I did, and just as you will when you'll be a bit older, Bulma – chan" – her mother said.
Just like… Vegeta did – Bulma mumbled still submerged into that fantasy world, without even realizing what she was saying - staring at the great creations towering above her – he traveled all that distance… just… just to come… here…
What are you mumbling over there, woman? – a half sarcastic voice coming from the Gravitron said, shattering all of the romantic mood as well as any good feelings for Vegeta– you look so lost and lonely.
None of your business, your SHORTNESS – Bulma put her nose in the air, and rose to her feet – now if you're DONE with my Gravitron, and would be so kind as to get your STINKING – short – stuff – hair – sticking – up – self OUT Of there, I would like to start my training.
Vegeta clenched his fists, and snarled at her, as she walked by him her chin up in the air.
Watch it – he growled – just because we….
That single phrase, made Bulma freeze in mid- step, as if someone just hit her over the head with something heavy. Instantaneously, she turned on her hills and stuck her face armed with two gorgeous blue eyes, shooting lighting – right into his.
Just because we WHAT??? – she yelled, towering above Vegeta – What? Do you think that you were any good at it, Vegeta? HA! Don't make me LAUGH! Just because I allowed you to STAY by my side, didn't make you a pleasant or a wanted company! You're horrible at EVERYTHING you do, and THAT is no exception! Don't think too big of yourself little man!
Vegeta's eye began to twitch, and Bulma grinned feeling that she was going to get a rise out of him. His annoying personality was not letting her live easy, and even if it takes fighting him wounded and extremely exhausted to win – that's what she was willing to do. However, the rise she was looking for, yelling all those things in his face, wasn't the rise she got. All of the sudden Vegeta grinned. She looked temptingly awesome, in the muscle shirt, and a tight pair of pants, with her hair, brushed finally down, from the usual daily puff she put on every morning. His grin became wider, as he realized that she was even more good looking when she was mad, and even though she was spitting fire – he decided to show her that she REALLY had no idea how good a Saiyan prince could be.
Bulma picked up the change in moods almost immediately. She remembered that stare, and that glow in his eyes, and realizing that her plan has backfired – she backed off.
Now Vegeta – she mumbled – taking baby steps in the opposite direction of the Saiyan- You must control yourself.. now… now Vegeta…just… just…
But before she could even finish her sentence, a pair of strong hands picked her up and whooshed her into the nearest close space object. The door, slammed and as Bulma weakly struggled trying to prevent her clothes being ripped into pieces in a heap of passion she protested
Vegeta… you're sick – but even her protests came out mixed with giggles as raw and unruly fire hit waves after waves through her body – you shouldn't be doing this.
Awwww – Vegeta answered stopping for a moment, and towering above her on his extended arms so she could catch a glimpse of him in his full glory (no wonder her mother nearly fainted when Vegeta walked around Capsule Corp shirtless) – You aren't afraid of ONE sick Saiya Jin
No – Bulma answered, laughing out loud, as Vegeta grabbed her bra with his teeth and pulled it off – but I'll grow broke buying clothing because of this all the times.
Awww… too bad – Vegeta kissed her on the mouth, sliding down to the gentle curve of her neck – That means you'll walk around naked. – His eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of her – Even better.
After the waves of passion and the accelerated heartbeats calmed down, it struck her that she might have forgotten to close the door of the gravitron.
Did you at least close the door? – she mumbled drifting asleep, leaning her head on Vegeta's chest
Mmmm – he replied, and before she could even decide whether that meant yes or no,
Bulma was fast asleep, along with the stubborn Saiyan, who rested peacefully in her arms.
Trust me, - she said as Vegeta's pondering gaze fell upon her – if you don't want to go back to hell, you'll need this.
He took the jug, from her hands and downed it in almost one gulp. Vegeta threw the empty container in the corner of the room and grinned.
Well you're WELCOME you stupid JERK – Bulma yelled as he was heading out of
the door – I wish YOU WOULD drop dead this time – she was still hurling at him as the doors of the Gravitron closed shut. – Man, how I WISH you would drop dead, conveniently, just ONCE – she mumbled already to herself, tiredly easing herself onto a kitchen chair. Although, she wouldn't admit it to herself, and let anyone else admit it for her, deep down inside, Bulma was relieved to know he was ok.
She was tired herself, yet despite that not so good feeling in general, and her mother's constant pleas about skipping the training for tonight, Bulma changed into her work out clothing and threw a towel over her shoulder. If Vegeta could train after what has happened – why can't she? She walked out of the house, and in directed her footsteps towards the shaking machine. It didn't really surprise her, to see Vegeta going almost all out – this guy will never learn that he isn't made of metal. She also made a very good guess, that although Vegeta wouldn't admit it to anyone – he will finish his training early tonight, unless he wants his stitches to come apart and all of his inner organs splatter on the floor of the mechanical constructions. To wait for him, she sat down on the grass, and pulled her knees closer to her chest, raising her head to look at the sky.
It was crystal clear that evening, no clouds, no fog, and almost no moon light. Just precious stars – shining like huge beautiful diamonds, far, far away. Even thought she has traveled towards them, and to distance planets even before she reached age 20 – they never failed to amaze or fascinate her. She stared at them, as if it was her very first time seeing them. Ever since she was little – Bulma dreamed of traveling to stars. She wanted to visit, other distant planets, discover new worlds. Unfortunately, her LAST journey turned out to be a disaster, where she almost lost her life, almost lost all of her friends and also ended up with a house full of NAMEKS for couple of weeks. Bulma knew all about the stars, their lives, their lights, their behavior, and although her father was teaching her quantum physics even before she could talk – Bulma remembered one story her mother told her as a child – that stuck in her head.
" In this world" – Mrs. Briefs soft voice filled the gentle summer evening surrounding them, as both of them mother and daughter sat up on the roof of the Capsule Corp, gazing at beautiful giants far away – " Every time a person is born a traveling star is created. Each star, has a counter part, another star, that it longs to be with, right from the moment of its creation. And as the person grows older, the star travels great distances, just to find its other part, that other star, to be happy together for whole eternity. Just as your father and I did, and just as you will when you'll be a bit older, Bulma – chan" – her mother said.
Just like… Vegeta did – Bulma mumbled still submerged into that fantasy world, without even realizing what she was saying - staring at the great creations towering above her – he traveled all that distance… just… just to come… here…
What are you mumbling over there, woman? – a half sarcastic voice coming from the Gravitron said, shattering all of the romantic mood as well as any good feelings for Vegeta– you look so lost and lonely.
None of your business, your SHORTNESS – Bulma put her nose in the air, and rose to her feet – now if you're DONE with my Gravitron, and would be so kind as to get your STINKING – short – stuff – hair – sticking – up – self OUT Of there, I would like to start my training.
Vegeta clenched his fists, and snarled at her, as she walked by him her chin up in the air.
Watch it – he growled – just because we….
That single phrase, made Bulma freeze in mid- step, as if someone just hit her over the head with something heavy. Instantaneously, she turned on her hills and stuck her face armed with two gorgeous blue eyes, shooting lighting – right into his.
Just because we WHAT??? – she yelled, towering above Vegeta – What? Do you think that you were any good at it, Vegeta? HA! Don't make me LAUGH! Just because I allowed you to STAY by my side, didn't make you a pleasant or a wanted company! You're horrible at EVERYTHING you do, and THAT is no exception! Don't think too big of yourself little man!
Vegeta's eye began to twitch, and Bulma grinned feeling that she was going to get a rise out of him. His annoying personality was not letting her live easy, and even if it takes fighting him wounded and extremely exhausted to win – that's what she was willing to do. However, the rise she was looking for, yelling all those things in his face, wasn't the rise she got. All of the sudden Vegeta grinned. She looked temptingly awesome, in the muscle shirt, and a tight pair of pants, with her hair, brushed finally down, from the usual daily puff she put on every morning. His grin became wider, as he realized that she was even more good looking when she was mad, and even though she was spitting fire – he decided to show her that she REALLY had no idea how good a Saiyan prince could be.
Bulma picked up the change in moods almost immediately. She remembered that stare, and that glow in his eyes, and realizing that her plan has backfired – she backed off.
Now Vegeta – she mumbled – taking baby steps in the opposite direction of the Saiyan- You must control yourself.. now… now Vegeta…just… just…
But before she could even finish her sentence, a pair of strong hands picked her up and whooshed her into the nearest close space object. The door, slammed and as Bulma weakly struggled trying to prevent her clothes being ripped into pieces in a heap of passion she protested
Vegeta… you're sick – but even her protests came out mixed with giggles as raw and unruly fire hit waves after waves through her body – you shouldn't be doing this.
Awwww – Vegeta answered stopping for a moment, and towering above her on his extended arms so she could catch a glimpse of him in his full glory (no wonder her mother nearly fainted when Vegeta walked around Capsule Corp shirtless) – You aren't afraid of ONE sick Saiya Jin
No – Bulma answered, laughing out loud, as Vegeta grabbed her bra with his teeth and pulled it off – but I'll grow broke buying clothing because of this all the times.
Awww… too bad – Vegeta kissed her on the mouth, sliding down to the gentle curve of her neck – That means you'll walk around naked. – His eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of her – Even better.
After the waves of passion and the accelerated heartbeats calmed down, it struck her that she might have forgotten to close the door of the gravitron.
Did you at least close the door? – she mumbled drifting asleep, leaning her head on Vegeta's chest
Mmmm – he replied, and before she could even decide whether that meant yes or no,
Bulma was fast asleep, along with the stubborn Saiyan, who rested peacefully in her arms.