Hi all!, Chapter 14 and on a roll!!!: As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it…I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to all for 70+ reviews! I am so vary happy! JJJJJJJ
Special thanks to: SSJPrincess for giving me the ideas to this chappies plot! Yay! You rock girlie!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Fourteen
Bulma raced home, tearing down the busy streets. Bulma only stopped at signs and stoplights, tapping her foot impatiently every single time the light turned red. When she got home, she raced up the driveway, parking the car with a screeching halt. Storming out of the car, Bulma raced into the mansion, shouting Vegeta's name.
"Vegeta!!!"
No answer.
She called again, "Vegeta!!!"
No answer.
Just when she was about to call a third time, Vegeta turned the corner, frowning his usual frown. "What is it woman? Do you insist on busting my ear drums?" he said, cringing a little. He hated when she yelled at him. It would ring in his ears, causing him to cringe as pain shot through and into his sensitive ears.
Bulma panted, as if she has been running the marathon. "Vegeta, do you have a minute?" she asked, her heart racing a mile an hour.
Vegeta eyed Bulma, then shook his head, "Hai, what do you want?" he asked harshly.
Bulma ignored the harshness. "I just got back from the hospital…" Bulma was cut off short by Vegeta's raised voice.
"Woman! Get to the point" his narrowed eyes fixed on hers.
Bulma frowned, feeling her face heart up. "Baka! I was in the process of explaining it to you, but you interrupted me!" she nearly shrieked. With her hands on her hips, she glared daggers at the scowling Prince who stood mere inches from her. In his usual stance, arms tightly crossed over his muscular chest, he stood over her, watching her, waiting for her to continue.
He humphed, she continued, "Since you're so antsy to find out, I'll get straight to the point" she began with a sigh, then continued. "Your in danger" she began, hoping to get his attention…it did.
"Woman, what are you talking about?" his now fixed eyes held a curiosity about them that Bulma could tell he was listening to her fully now.
Bulma's blue eyes met his, "I said you're in danger. You, me, all of my friends, and family are in real danger" she said, feeling like she was going to cry, but she held back.
Vegeta smirked. Looking down at this woman, he admired her even then. But what she claimed was even funnier then Kakkarot's fear of needles. "Woman, do you really think me, the Prince of all Saiyans, is in danger?" he asked, his eyes held a mocking glee that sent Bulma nearly through the roof in anger.
Bulma was near fed up with this arrogance of his. "I'm serious Vegeta! I had a dream where someone warned me about a guy who is hunting all of us and…" she was cut off again, this time by Vegeta's roars of laugher.
"Woman, you actually believe that your dream is real!?" his fit of laugher echoed in mansion. "Your a fool, woman!"
Bulma blushed red in deep anger. How dare he mock her! "You listen you vegetable top head!" she shouted, he in turned cringed, "I'm sick of your mockery. I came here to warn you! Dang it! If you want to die, then die for all I care!" Bulma shouts at the Prince. She was fed up with this man, but yet…she couldn't help but look into his eyes right then and there. They held anger, wanting…and guilt. Bulma couldn't believe it. When she turned back to confirm what she say, it was no longer there.
Vegeta frowned down at the woman. How he loved to see her fire. Now it was even hotter then ever. Inside, his heart raced at the thought of seeing more of her rage. Her untamed and quite enkindled fire. "Woman, if you wouldn't tell such child's stories, then I wouldn't mock you" he fired back. Smirking at his own wit.
Bulma, by now, was about to punch him. "This is not some child's nursery rhythm or something Dr. Seuss would talk about. This is real you stupid baka! Someone is coming to kill us!"
Vegeta smirked despite the nagging turning feeling in his gut. "There is no one coming to kill us onna," he said, almost softly. He was looking straight into her ocean blue eyes now. His hallowed out raven orbs searching hers for the truth. He saw sincerity. He guessed from the nagging feeling that this woman was speaking truth. That's what bothered him. 'Could the woman be right?' then he thought again with a smirk, 'No, she couldn't be! Who would dare try to confront the Prince of Saiyans?' he asked himself, and then he quickly answered himself. 'No, no one would' He stared her, convinced that no one was after him. "Woman, you can't believe your foolish little human nightmare that pops in or out of your head. Its absurd." He said matter-of-factly.
Bulma's anger was boiling over now. She was not a child! She knew nightmares were not real, but this dream was. She was sure of it. Seeing him smirk at her…mocking her, it was driving her nuts. Bulma have had enough of this royal pain in her butt. "If you will not believe me, then I'll prove to you its not a lie!" and with that, she stormed off to her room, feeling hot tears pour down her cheeks.
Vegeta watched as Bulma left. He frowned, suddenly feeling guilty about causing the woman pain. But he didn't regret the anger he saw from her. In fact, he was disappointed to loose his verbal sparing partner when she stormed out of the room.
Turning on his heels, he went to his gravity room, to train for the rest of the evening.
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Bulma slammed the door behind her, cursing the mighty pain in the butt for being such a baka! Bulma plopped on her bed, laying flat on her back. Sighing frustratingly, she was confused. How could she tell the others the same thing? Would they believe her? She knew Goku might, but then again…he might scratch his head and say something rational. "Blast my luck" she said, combing her hand through her lavender hair.
Shifting to a different position on the bed, her head and arms flowing over the bedside now, she looked down at the floor, pondering over her own thoughts. Bulma looked down to the side to see her old magazines. There were mostly shopping magazines, some makeup ads torn from the pages, and some beauty tip magazines from a year ago. Bulma only kept those because of the tips.
Just when Bulma was going to lift herself up from her current position, something caught her eye. A magazine with bold letters on a science page opened nearly halfway through it. Bulma moved the pieces of magazine away, reveling the rest of the letters. Bulma nearly cried out because of what it read:
"The Watcher: Myth or Legend?"
Article by: Professor Isaac Jameson
Bulma read the title and author. "Who in Kami's name is Professor Isaac Jameson?" she asked out loud. Bulma wondered who might know him though. Could her father know? Bulma grinned. 'Of course he would know! He knows almost every scientist, Professor, and known doctor in West Capital City' Getting up, Bulma rushed to her father would be in lab right around this time a day.
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Bulma knocked on her father's door. There was no answer at first, and then a voice came from behind the steel door. "Just a minute!" Dr. Briefs called out. Bulma heard footfalls, unlocking of the doors locks, then slowly Dr. Briefs poked his head out, earning a smile because of Bulma's unexpected presence. "Hello baby, what's up?" he asked, in his usual "greeting the daughter" routine.
"Hi daddy…do you got a minute?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
Dr. Briefs eyed his daughter, and then nodded. "Of course Bulma, you know I always make time to chat with you sweetie" he backed up, letting Bulma walk through the door. Shutting the steel door behind her, Dr. Briefs then walked back to his desk by the window. Settling down, Dr. Briefs eyed his daughter thoughtfully, not knowing rather to speak or now. He didn't have to wait long, because Bulma spoke first.
"Daddy, do you know who Professor Isaac Jameson is?" she asked, rotating the magazine in her hands.
Dr. Briefs pondered this for a while, thinking back to his years of studying. "Well" he began, "Yes, come to think of it I do know a Professor by the name of Isaac Jameson. He's the head of his division on myths, legends, and mysterious links to the scientific world." He thought the rest out, making sure that was correct. It was for all he knew at the moment. Turning his fixed gaze to Bulma, he looked curious. "Why did you want to know, baby?"
Bulma thought about her reason, but all she could think up is a lie, "Oh, I was flipping through the magazine and say his name. I had never seen him before. That's why I asked" of course, she was only telling half the truth, the other half she doubted he'd believe.
Dr. Briefs look satisfied with that half correct answer. "Okay sweetie. Anything else you want to discuss?" he drummed a pencil against his hand, eying her.
Bulma shook her head, "No daddy" then with a smiled, she walked up to him and gave him a peck on the check. "Thanks for your help daddy"
Dr. Briefs smiled, "No problem sweetie. Have a nice night. See you tomorrow?" he asked.
Bulma nodded with her smile still on her face, "You bet. We still have to work on the project before next month. I want to get it out as soon as possible"
Dr. Briefs nodded, "Me too. Well, get some rest Bulma. I'll see you tomorrow" and with that, Bulma said her goodnights, heading out the door.
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Bulma walked to her room, deep in her thoughts. 'Now that I know what he specializes in, maybe I will find him and ask him about who or what The Watcher is and where he came from' Bulma thought with a grin. She would love to solve the mystery behind the being that has tormented her for the last month. Bulma walked up the stairs, to her room. She had made her decision. 'First thing after work, I'm going to go see this Professor Jameson'. Opening her door, and closing it tightly behind her, her last thoughts before falling asleep was on her task at hand.
AN: Hi peeps! Whew! 7 page chappy! Yikes! So what did you think? Bad? Good? Needs work? Awesome!!!!!! You suck, delete this thing now? Or wha? Let me know ASAP! Reviews vary much welcome to me! JJ Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^
AN: Thanks to all for 70+ reviews! I am so vary happy! JJJJJJJ
Special thanks to: SSJPrincess for giving me the ideas to this chappies plot! Yay! You rock girlie!
Wishful dreams, tattered hearts
© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved
Chapter Fourteen
Bulma raced home, tearing down the busy streets. Bulma only stopped at signs and stoplights, tapping her foot impatiently every single time the light turned red. When she got home, she raced up the driveway, parking the car with a screeching halt. Storming out of the car, Bulma raced into the mansion, shouting Vegeta's name.
"Vegeta!!!"
No answer.
She called again, "Vegeta!!!"
No answer.
Just when she was about to call a third time, Vegeta turned the corner, frowning his usual frown. "What is it woman? Do you insist on busting my ear drums?" he said, cringing a little. He hated when she yelled at him. It would ring in his ears, causing him to cringe as pain shot through and into his sensitive ears.
Bulma panted, as if she has been running the marathon. "Vegeta, do you have a minute?" she asked, her heart racing a mile an hour.
Vegeta eyed Bulma, then shook his head, "Hai, what do you want?" he asked harshly.
Bulma ignored the harshness. "I just got back from the hospital…" Bulma was cut off short by Vegeta's raised voice.
"Woman! Get to the point" his narrowed eyes fixed on hers.
Bulma frowned, feeling her face heart up. "Baka! I was in the process of explaining it to you, but you interrupted me!" she nearly shrieked. With her hands on her hips, she glared daggers at the scowling Prince who stood mere inches from her. In his usual stance, arms tightly crossed over his muscular chest, he stood over her, watching her, waiting for her to continue.
He humphed, she continued, "Since you're so antsy to find out, I'll get straight to the point" she began with a sigh, then continued. "Your in danger" she began, hoping to get his attention…it did.
"Woman, what are you talking about?" his now fixed eyes held a curiosity about them that Bulma could tell he was listening to her fully now.
Bulma's blue eyes met his, "I said you're in danger. You, me, all of my friends, and family are in real danger" she said, feeling like she was going to cry, but she held back.
Vegeta smirked. Looking down at this woman, he admired her even then. But what she claimed was even funnier then Kakkarot's fear of needles. "Woman, do you really think me, the Prince of all Saiyans, is in danger?" he asked, his eyes held a mocking glee that sent Bulma nearly through the roof in anger.
Bulma was near fed up with this arrogance of his. "I'm serious Vegeta! I had a dream where someone warned me about a guy who is hunting all of us and…" she was cut off again, this time by Vegeta's roars of laugher.
"Woman, you actually believe that your dream is real!?" his fit of laugher echoed in mansion. "Your a fool, woman!"
Bulma blushed red in deep anger. How dare he mock her! "You listen you vegetable top head!" she shouted, he in turned cringed, "I'm sick of your mockery. I came here to warn you! Dang it! If you want to die, then die for all I care!" Bulma shouts at the Prince. She was fed up with this man, but yet…she couldn't help but look into his eyes right then and there. They held anger, wanting…and guilt. Bulma couldn't believe it. When she turned back to confirm what she say, it was no longer there.
Vegeta frowned down at the woman. How he loved to see her fire. Now it was even hotter then ever. Inside, his heart raced at the thought of seeing more of her rage. Her untamed and quite enkindled fire. "Woman, if you wouldn't tell such child's stories, then I wouldn't mock you" he fired back. Smirking at his own wit.
Bulma, by now, was about to punch him. "This is not some child's nursery rhythm or something Dr. Seuss would talk about. This is real you stupid baka! Someone is coming to kill us!"
Vegeta smirked despite the nagging turning feeling in his gut. "There is no one coming to kill us onna," he said, almost softly. He was looking straight into her ocean blue eyes now. His hallowed out raven orbs searching hers for the truth. He saw sincerity. He guessed from the nagging feeling that this woman was speaking truth. That's what bothered him. 'Could the woman be right?' then he thought again with a smirk, 'No, she couldn't be! Who would dare try to confront the Prince of Saiyans?' he asked himself, and then he quickly answered himself. 'No, no one would' He stared her, convinced that no one was after him. "Woman, you can't believe your foolish little human nightmare that pops in or out of your head. Its absurd." He said matter-of-factly.
Bulma's anger was boiling over now. She was not a child! She knew nightmares were not real, but this dream was. She was sure of it. Seeing him smirk at her…mocking her, it was driving her nuts. Bulma have had enough of this royal pain in her butt. "If you will not believe me, then I'll prove to you its not a lie!" and with that, she stormed off to her room, feeling hot tears pour down her cheeks.
Vegeta watched as Bulma left. He frowned, suddenly feeling guilty about causing the woman pain. But he didn't regret the anger he saw from her. In fact, he was disappointed to loose his verbal sparing partner when she stormed out of the room.
Turning on his heels, he went to his gravity room, to train for the rest of the evening.
******************
Bulma slammed the door behind her, cursing the mighty pain in the butt for being such a baka! Bulma plopped on her bed, laying flat on her back. Sighing frustratingly, she was confused. How could she tell the others the same thing? Would they believe her? She knew Goku might, but then again…he might scratch his head and say something rational. "Blast my luck" she said, combing her hand through her lavender hair.
Shifting to a different position on the bed, her head and arms flowing over the bedside now, she looked down at the floor, pondering over her own thoughts. Bulma looked down to the side to see her old magazines. There were mostly shopping magazines, some makeup ads torn from the pages, and some beauty tip magazines from a year ago. Bulma only kept those because of the tips.
Just when Bulma was going to lift herself up from her current position, something caught her eye. A magazine with bold letters on a science page opened nearly halfway through it. Bulma moved the pieces of magazine away, reveling the rest of the letters. Bulma nearly cried out because of what it read:
"The Watcher: Myth or Legend?"
Article by: Professor Isaac Jameson
Bulma read the title and author. "Who in Kami's name is Professor Isaac Jameson?" she asked out loud. Bulma wondered who might know him though. Could her father know? Bulma grinned. 'Of course he would know! He knows almost every scientist, Professor, and known doctor in West Capital City' Getting up, Bulma rushed to her father would be in lab right around this time a day.
***************
Bulma knocked on her father's door. There was no answer at first, and then a voice came from behind the steel door. "Just a minute!" Dr. Briefs called out. Bulma heard footfalls, unlocking of the doors locks, then slowly Dr. Briefs poked his head out, earning a smile because of Bulma's unexpected presence. "Hello baby, what's up?" he asked, in his usual "greeting the daughter" routine.
"Hi daddy…do you got a minute?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
Dr. Briefs eyed his daughter, and then nodded. "Of course Bulma, you know I always make time to chat with you sweetie" he backed up, letting Bulma walk through the door. Shutting the steel door behind her, Dr. Briefs then walked back to his desk by the window. Settling down, Dr. Briefs eyed his daughter thoughtfully, not knowing rather to speak or now. He didn't have to wait long, because Bulma spoke first.
"Daddy, do you know who Professor Isaac Jameson is?" she asked, rotating the magazine in her hands.
Dr. Briefs pondered this for a while, thinking back to his years of studying. "Well" he began, "Yes, come to think of it I do know a Professor by the name of Isaac Jameson. He's the head of his division on myths, legends, and mysterious links to the scientific world." He thought the rest out, making sure that was correct. It was for all he knew at the moment. Turning his fixed gaze to Bulma, he looked curious. "Why did you want to know, baby?"
Bulma thought about her reason, but all she could think up is a lie, "Oh, I was flipping through the magazine and say his name. I had never seen him before. That's why I asked" of course, she was only telling half the truth, the other half she doubted he'd believe.
Dr. Briefs look satisfied with that half correct answer. "Okay sweetie. Anything else you want to discuss?" he drummed a pencil against his hand, eying her.
Bulma shook her head, "No daddy" then with a smiled, she walked up to him and gave him a peck on the check. "Thanks for your help daddy"
Dr. Briefs smiled, "No problem sweetie. Have a nice night. See you tomorrow?" he asked.
Bulma nodded with her smile still on her face, "You bet. We still have to work on the project before next month. I want to get it out as soon as possible"
Dr. Briefs nodded, "Me too. Well, get some rest Bulma. I'll see you tomorrow" and with that, Bulma said her goodnights, heading out the door.
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Bulma walked to her room, deep in her thoughts. 'Now that I know what he specializes in, maybe I will find him and ask him about who or what The Watcher is and where he came from' Bulma thought with a grin. She would love to solve the mystery behind the being that has tormented her for the last month. Bulma walked up the stairs, to her room. She had made her decision. 'First thing after work, I'm going to go see this Professor Jameson'. Opening her door, and closing it tightly behind her, her last thoughts before falling asleep was on her task at hand.
AN: Hi peeps! Whew! 7 page chappy! Yikes! So what did you think? Bad? Good? Needs work? Awesome!!!!!! You suck, delete this thing now? Or wha? Let me know ASAP! Reviews vary much welcome to me! JJ Ja ne!
