Hello all, well I just wanted to say thanks for my first set of reviews. I
hope you enjoy this chapter, it's going to be a little bit more of Vegeta
and Bulma having a few more encounters. Enjoy! ~/Super_Saiyajin
no Ouji\~
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Bulma gazed at her watch and frowned as it read 2:37 a.m.. She had always lost track of time whenever she was involved in a project that she had her mind set on, and this project along with getting back at Vegeta as incentive sure was one of them. Putting down the sawdering iron, she finally decided that she had done enough tonight. With the main body of the gravity machine completed it was just a matter of time before it was fully operational with her "improvements". The thought of her devious plans just sent a girlish laugh to echo within the confines of the work area. Finally turning all the equipment off for the night she made her way to her room where she would have herself a shower and a night filled with dreams of torturing the prince.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Roof-top of Capsule Corps~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Stars. Vegeta could only stare at them. Not so long ago he was up there destroying millions of people, not caring for there pitiful excuse for a world or lives. Now, he was on one and not just on one, he was living with a family of those who he thought were worthless. Yes fate could be twisted and perverted at times, but he would have to make due with what he had.
"I could always wait for the girl to finish with the ship, kill her and everyone else on this mud-ball and take off into space." Vegeta thought as he continued to peer into the clear night sky.
"Bah, then who would fix it. Knowing there limited strengths in metals it would break within a week, then what, I'm stuck with no way to get back or to go anywhere in general!" he thought with frustration. His face turned into a deeper frown with these thoughts but then let a sigh escape as he lade back on the roof. He continued through out the night to argue with himself as he contemplated everything that had happened to him and his options on how to remedy them, but all in all he came to the distraught conclusion that he would have to stay for the time being until an opportunity was available.
"Why can I not push over the edge.I have the desire, I have the power.what is it that I'm missing.what is it that Kakarot has that I do not to turn into a Super Saiyajin.." Vegeta once again tortured himself on the one question that had no answer as far as he could see. It had turned into an obsession, but being a prince of a long dead race did not offer much to hang on to. His blood flowed with rage as his thoughts wondered back to Namek before it was destroyed.the green eyes, blonde hair, the power.the memory was something that Vegeta thought of at days at a time at certain points.
"Father.I will have my destiny yet.I will get what is rightfully mine!" with this vow Vegeta continued to stare at the endless black sky as he drifted into another night of uncomfortable sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Capsule Corps Kitchen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma stood at the kitchen counter looking outside, she was still rather tired from last nights work period. Although she could have slept in she declined the temptation for the sake of starting another argument with the fowl tempered prince. She had to admit though she did not mind the arguments that much, there were to few of people that would dare to speak back to her in the manner that Vegeta did. With the coffee machine beeping signaling its finished process, Bulma grabbed a mug and poured herself some. She gathered a bagel and a banana and turned around to sit at the table. Bulma nearly dropped everything that she had a hold of as she saw the prince sitting at the table with his usual arms crossed and scowl worn on his face.
"Kami Vegeta you scared me half to death." Bulma blurted out as she sat herself in a chair.
Vegeta let a devilish smirk find its way to his lips as he spat out his own comment. "Well that's to bad, looks like I'll have to try harder next time now wont I."
Before Bulma could retaliate Vegeta once again cut in with his insulting tone.
"I did not come here to waste my time quarrelling with you women, I demand to know the status of my gravity machine, you better hope for your sake that you get it done within the allotted amount of time that I have given you." Vegeta stated as he returned his face to his normal scowl.
"Well your all mighty prince.." Bulma said with sarcasm as she glared at the saiyajin. "Its already halfway done so I really don't want to hear anything from you and by the way I don't know where you get the idea that it is YOURS when all you do is break the damn thing." Bulma finished as she took a drink from her mug.
"Listen here woman, like I have said. I do not have time to waste with you or any other fools. I have training that needs to be completed and I will not tolerate such insubordination from the likes of you!" Vegeta retorted in a raised agitated voice.
"No you listen to me, I don't care if you do need this training, I am sick and tired of you throwing back kindness and generosity which you receive! What the hell is your problem Vegeta?! All you do is insult the people that help you." Asked Bulma as she stared at Vegeta for an answer.
"I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you women, all you need to know is that if you don't have that blasted machine done your life will be a living hell, and that is before the androids come." Vegeta replied while continuing to stare at Bulma as she seemed to be shaking with anger. Since the gravity machine was broken and he did not have any means of getting in any quality time of training he thought he might as well push Bulma over the edge and see how far he could take her anger.
Allowing the smirk to once again reappear on his face he continued with his insults. "You know what women, its starting to make sense why that weakling of a mate of yours got rid of you when he did, you don't really seem to be of any use to anyone."
Vegeta expecting her to blow up in a maelstrom or rage was taken aback as Bulma's face drained of color and her big aqua stoned eyes began to waver. Bulma could not believe what Vegeta just said. She put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the kitchen. The prince was totally surprised in her reaction. He sat there uncomfortably as he contemplated his actions.
'Dumb earthling woman.not my fault she is weak." was the only thing that Vegeta muttered to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bulmas Room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Choked sobs where the only things heard in Bulmas room. Of all the things that Vegeta could have said, he chose those words. Bulma continued to sob on her bed as the hurtful memories washed over her and Yamcha's breakup.
Vegeta was confused about what had happened. "Damn these earthlings and there emotions." the prince muttered. "I know she won't finish that damn machine if I don't say something, damn it!" Vegeta got up from the chair and made his way to the woman's room.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The door nearly broke in half as the prince knocked on the door. "Women, come out, it wasn't entirely your fault that the weakling male left you, now come out and fix my machine!" Vegeta stated as he thought that was a relatively good apology for himself.
"FUCK YOU VEGETA! YOU'RE THE MOST INCENCITIVE ASSHOLE IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE!" Bulma yelled as she grabbed more tissue to wipe her tears.
Growling, Vegeta forced the door opened and stood at the entranceway with a look of annoyance. "Women, stop this worthless sniveling! You have more important things to do then to sit here in your on self pity. You have my machine to fix." Vegeta finished as he crossed his arms once again staring at the women before him.
"You listen and you listen well Vegeta" Bulma started as her voice went to an eerie soft tone, she looked daggers at the prince as she continued. "I was in love with Yamcha for the last 10 years of my life then all of a sudden that was taken away, obviously you would not understand what I am going through since you are not capable of that emotion, hell your not even capable of any emotions other then hate, so I would advise you to get out of my room right god-damn now."
Vegeta's face went dark when she had finished as he stepped closer to the women.
"Yes I wouldn't know would I women, I only know what it is like to have your family murdered, world destroyed, and pride demolished by a worthless piece of shit!" Vegeta spat out as his face contorted into a fixture of pain and rage. With that being said Vegeta stalked out of Bulma's room and ventured to the front yard.
Bulma sniffled a few more times before accepting what Vegeta had said. It was true, he was far worse then she was but still, did that give him an excuse to insult her and to bring up that painful memory of her and Yamcha? Sighing she straightened herself up and made her way down stairs to find Vegeta.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Roof top of Capsule Corps~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're an idiot, you showed to much back there!" Vegeta scolded himself for his acts of weakness. "I swear this planet is bad for saiyajins, that is what must have happen to Kakarot, this planet tends to make you weak after a bit of time here." The prince told himself.
He had gone to the one place where he could find a bit of peace. Vegeta would often come here to think about the things that plagued him. It would usually range from training, Kakarot, and his past. But on this day it was about the women. Yes the women was attractive but it wasn't so much that that got his attention. It was her attitude, he knew damn well that she was aware of his power but that didn't seem to bother her, she would always challenge him, why though? Vegeta was very confused. Although he had killed many people in his life without second thought it seemed rather odd that he could not with this female or her family.
"I have killed millions why should this be any different", Vegeta asked himself. He could never understand that female. She first confused him when she offered him a place to stay when they were all wished back to earth with the dragonballs. Continuing to confuse him she commanded him to clean up after he had returned from deep space when he was on his search for Kakarot and told him that he could stay here and train.
"Damn this worthless planet!" Vegeta growled as he clenched his fists.
Bulma had looked everywhere for the prince, but to no avail. "He must be long gone by now." Bulma said to herself. With all this she thought she could use a little time to herself and think about this. She never saw that look on Vegeta's face. It was very brief but still. The look of pain was very easy to read from Bulma's point of view. Bulma sighed as she made her way to her usual thinking spot. The top of Capsule Corps.
1 Chapter 2
Bulma gazed at her watch and frowned as it read 2:37 a.m.. She had always lost track of time whenever she was involved in a project that she had her mind set on, and this project along with getting back at Vegeta as incentive sure was one of them. Putting down the sawdering iron, she finally decided that she had done enough tonight. With the main body of the gravity machine completed it was just a matter of time before it was fully operational with her "improvements". The thought of her devious plans just sent a girlish laugh to echo within the confines of the work area. Finally turning all the equipment off for the night she made her way to her room where she would have herself a shower and a night filled with dreams of torturing the prince.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Roof-top of Capsule Corps~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Stars. Vegeta could only stare at them. Not so long ago he was up there destroying millions of people, not caring for there pitiful excuse for a world or lives. Now, he was on one and not just on one, he was living with a family of those who he thought were worthless. Yes fate could be twisted and perverted at times, but he would have to make due with what he had.
"I could always wait for the girl to finish with the ship, kill her and everyone else on this mud-ball and take off into space." Vegeta thought as he continued to peer into the clear night sky.
"Bah, then who would fix it. Knowing there limited strengths in metals it would break within a week, then what, I'm stuck with no way to get back or to go anywhere in general!" he thought with frustration. His face turned into a deeper frown with these thoughts but then let a sigh escape as he lade back on the roof. He continued through out the night to argue with himself as he contemplated everything that had happened to him and his options on how to remedy them, but all in all he came to the distraught conclusion that he would have to stay for the time being until an opportunity was available.
"Why can I not push over the edge.I have the desire, I have the power.what is it that I'm missing.what is it that Kakarot has that I do not to turn into a Super Saiyajin.." Vegeta once again tortured himself on the one question that had no answer as far as he could see. It had turned into an obsession, but being a prince of a long dead race did not offer much to hang on to. His blood flowed with rage as his thoughts wondered back to Namek before it was destroyed.the green eyes, blonde hair, the power.the memory was something that Vegeta thought of at days at a time at certain points.
"Father.I will have my destiny yet.I will get what is rightfully mine!" with this vow Vegeta continued to stare at the endless black sky as he drifted into another night of uncomfortable sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Capsule Corps Kitchen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bulma stood at the kitchen counter looking outside, she was still rather tired from last nights work period. Although she could have slept in she declined the temptation for the sake of starting another argument with the fowl tempered prince. She had to admit though she did not mind the arguments that much, there were to few of people that would dare to speak back to her in the manner that Vegeta did. With the coffee machine beeping signaling its finished process, Bulma grabbed a mug and poured herself some. She gathered a bagel and a banana and turned around to sit at the table. Bulma nearly dropped everything that she had a hold of as she saw the prince sitting at the table with his usual arms crossed and scowl worn on his face.
"Kami Vegeta you scared me half to death." Bulma blurted out as she sat herself in a chair.
Vegeta let a devilish smirk find its way to his lips as he spat out his own comment. "Well that's to bad, looks like I'll have to try harder next time now wont I."
Before Bulma could retaliate Vegeta once again cut in with his insulting tone.
"I did not come here to waste my time quarrelling with you women, I demand to know the status of my gravity machine, you better hope for your sake that you get it done within the allotted amount of time that I have given you." Vegeta stated as he returned his face to his normal scowl.
"Well your all mighty prince.." Bulma said with sarcasm as she glared at the saiyajin. "Its already halfway done so I really don't want to hear anything from you and by the way I don't know where you get the idea that it is YOURS when all you do is break the damn thing." Bulma finished as she took a drink from her mug.
"Listen here woman, like I have said. I do not have time to waste with you or any other fools. I have training that needs to be completed and I will not tolerate such insubordination from the likes of you!" Vegeta retorted in a raised agitated voice.
"No you listen to me, I don't care if you do need this training, I am sick and tired of you throwing back kindness and generosity which you receive! What the hell is your problem Vegeta?! All you do is insult the people that help you." Asked Bulma as she stared at Vegeta for an answer.
"I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you women, all you need to know is that if you don't have that blasted machine done your life will be a living hell, and that is before the androids come." Vegeta replied while continuing to stare at Bulma as she seemed to be shaking with anger. Since the gravity machine was broken and he did not have any means of getting in any quality time of training he thought he might as well push Bulma over the edge and see how far he could take her anger.
Allowing the smirk to once again reappear on his face he continued with his insults. "You know what women, its starting to make sense why that weakling of a mate of yours got rid of you when he did, you don't really seem to be of any use to anyone."
Vegeta expecting her to blow up in a maelstrom or rage was taken aback as Bulma's face drained of color and her big aqua stoned eyes began to waver. Bulma could not believe what Vegeta just said. She put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the kitchen. The prince was totally surprised in her reaction. He sat there uncomfortably as he contemplated his actions.
'Dumb earthling woman.not my fault she is weak." was the only thing that Vegeta muttered to himself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bulmas Room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Choked sobs where the only things heard in Bulmas room. Of all the things that Vegeta could have said, he chose those words. Bulma continued to sob on her bed as the hurtful memories washed over her and Yamcha's breakup.
Vegeta was confused about what had happened. "Damn these earthlings and there emotions." the prince muttered. "I know she won't finish that damn machine if I don't say something, damn it!" Vegeta got up from the chair and made his way to the woman's room.
BANG! BANG! BANG! The door nearly broke in half as the prince knocked on the door. "Women, come out, it wasn't entirely your fault that the weakling male left you, now come out and fix my machine!" Vegeta stated as he thought that was a relatively good apology for himself.
"FUCK YOU VEGETA! YOU'RE THE MOST INCENCITIVE ASSHOLE IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE!" Bulma yelled as she grabbed more tissue to wipe her tears.
Growling, Vegeta forced the door opened and stood at the entranceway with a look of annoyance. "Women, stop this worthless sniveling! You have more important things to do then to sit here in your on self pity. You have my machine to fix." Vegeta finished as he crossed his arms once again staring at the women before him.
"You listen and you listen well Vegeta" Bulma started as her voice went to an eerie soft tone, she looked daggers at the prince as she continued. "I was in love with Yamcha for the last 10 years of my life then all of a sudden that was taken away, obviously you would not understand what I am going through since you are not capable of that emotion, hell your not even capable of any emotions other then hate, so I would advise you to get out of my room right god-damn now."
Vegeta's face went dark when she had finished as he stepped closer to the women.
"Yes I wouldn't know would I women, I only know what it is like to have your family murdered, world destroyed, and pride demolished by a worthless piece of shit!" Vegeta spat out as his face contorted into a fixture of pain and rage. With that being said Vegeta stalked out of Bulma's room and ventured to the front yard.
Bulma sniffled a few more times before accepting what Vegeta had said. It was true, he was far worse then she was but still, did that give him an excuse to insult her and to bring up that painful memory of her and Yamcha? Sighing she straightened herself up and made her way down stairs to find Vegeta.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Roof top of Capsule Corps~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're an idiot, you showed to much back there!" Vegeta scolded himself for his acts of weakness. "I swear this planet is bad for saiyajins, that is what must have happen to Kakarot, this planet tends to make you weak after a bit of time here." The prince told himself.
He had gone to the one place where he could find a bit of peace. Vegeta would often come here to think about the things that plagued him. It would usually range from training, Kakarot, and his past. But on this day it was about the women. Yes the women was attractive but it wasn't so much that that got his attention. It was her attitude, he knew damn well that she was aware of his power but that didn't seem to bother her, she would always challenge him, why though? Vegeta was very confused. Although he had killed many people in his life without second thought it seemed rather odd that he could not with this female or her family.
"I have killed millions why should this be any different", Vegeta asked himself. He could never understand that female. She first confused him when she offered him a place to stay when they were all wished back to earth with the dragonballs. Continuing to confuse him she commanded him to clean up after he had returned from deep space when he was on his search for Kakarot and told him that he could stay here and train.
"Damn this worthless planet!" Vegeta growled as he clenched his fists.
Bulma had looked everywhere for the prince, but to no avail. "He must be long gone by now." Bulma said to herself. With all this she thought she could use a little time to herself and think about this. She never saw that look on Vegeta's face. It was very brief but still. The look of pain was very easy to read from Bulma's point of view. Bulma sighed as she made her way to her usual thinking spot. The top of Capsule Corps.