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Chapter 4
Chapter Name: Shadowed by Darkness
Vegeta sat in a dark corner in his room. He had drawn the curtains and turned off the lights. The only source of light is the sunlight trying to pass through the curtains.
Vegeta just sat there, his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. His left leg is in indian style position and the other leg was drawn to his body with his right arm rested on the knee.
Vegeta opened his eyes and stared into the dimness. He hardly ever just take a break and sit in peace by himself. If he did, all he thinks about is training and battle and victory. This time, he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about his whole life and how he feels about everything.
The first thought was his main obessesion. Goku. Deep down inside of him, he respects Goku in a way even though Vegeta himself sometimes doesn't realize it. Why? Goku had been the first person to understand him out of all those earthlings. Even now. Goku is the only one who doesn't think he is as bad as Frieza.
Goku had given him a chance, and Goku even trusted him.
But...ah...Kakkarot...that will be your downfall someday. I told you on Planet Namek...you have to get over your softheartedness. It'll get you killed. Feelings don't belong on the battlefield. Sayians rarely are emotional and sentimental like you are.
Vegeta remembered his first time being emotional. When he was dying. Goku kept telling him not to talk because it'll sap all of his energy. But Vegeta knew Goku would not have the heart to kill Frieza if Goku didn't know how ruthless and evil Frieza is. Frieza didn't deserve any chances.
Vegeta slighty frowned. He had been in tears just before he took his last breath. He had opened his heart and...he cried. He told Goku of his dark and haunting childhood. Actually he only told Goku half of it. He never told anyone of what he saw, what he experienced, the beatings, the threats...Vegeta clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. He had never cried again after that time in front of Goku.
Being a Super Sayian was such a obession of his not only because of surpassing Goku. That was only half of it. All his life, he had believed in the legend, clinging onto it as if its his only hope. It kept him alive. Frieza had scorned him just before killing him. He had said it was only a myth. Frieza told Goku that Vegeta won't shut up about the myth.
And I'll make that "myth" come true! I have to...
Vegeta started to smell tomato soup in traveling from the kitchen. Damn, that woman is actually going to start to eat? Thank Kame! I don't have time to save her every time she collaspes.
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While in the kitchen...
Bulma had finished the soup and it smelled delicious. She had made a turkey sandwhich and it all looks heavenly. She was starving!
But before she started to eat, suddenly the thought that Vegeta hadn't eaten yet made her stop and decide to go upstairs to tell him theres lunch if he wanted it.
She stopped in front of his door. "Hey, Vegeta! I just want to tell you theres lunch. If you want to eat, then come downstairs."
She only had walked away a few steps and then she heard his voice "Bring it up to me."
She flared with anger and stomped back to his door. "What did you just say!? YOU want ME to bring up your food?! While you're at it, WHY DONT' YOU ALSO ASK ME TO COOK UP A GOURMET JUST FOR YOU and bring it up also?!" she said with her leaned over slightly, face close to the door, and hands on her hips.
"That'll be nice." Vegeta replied.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!! I AM NOT BRINGING UP YOUR FOOD! YOU WANT TO EAT, GO DOWN TO THE KITCHEN AND GET YOUR FOOD FOR YOURSELF!" said Bulma, waving her hands around.
Bulma heard firm foorsteps from Vegeta room. He opened the door half way and looked at her.
Bulma couldn't help but try to see past his shoulder into his room.
"Vegeta, were you sleeping? Your room is all dark, I'm sorry if i disturbed you. I mean thank kame you are actually resting for once.."
Vegeta just looked at her with no emotion.
Then one side of his mouth jerked up in a smirk. "Why whats wrong? I thought just moments ago you were screaming and yelling at me. Why so civilized now?"
Bulma's mouth dropped open and she just gaped at him.
He stared back without blinking.
Bulma said "HEY, MR. Monkey! I was just being nice." while jabbing her right thumb at herself.
she used her left index finger to jab at Vegeta's chest and continued "Unlike YOU who just can't be nice for once even if your LIFE depended on it!"
Vegeta didn't turn his head or anything. He just moved his gaze downward to Bulma's index finger poking his chest.
He grabbed her hand, looked back to her face and leaned in closer to her.
"Wha-what are you doing?!" Bulma said, panic showing both in her expression and voice.
Vegeta smiled an evil smile at her. "Becareful woman. Unless you want to challenge me to a fight, don't jab me like that. We wouldn't want those pretty nails of yours to crack now, would we."
Bulma squirmed to get her hand out of his grasp but of course she couldn't even move her hand.
Vegeta let her hand go and smirked. "Now leave me alone unless you want to die a very painful death." he said slowly, making each word clear to make sure Bulma gets it into her head.
He thought that his threat would scare her but instead it did the exact opposite.
Bulma started grinning like crazy and said "Vegeta, when are you going to drop that tough bad man act? You know, what I said the day I invited you to live here is true. You ARE kinda cute. Ok alot cute! But hey! You won't get any girl if you keep threatening people like that! Bummer!"
Vegeta stared bewildered at Bulma as though she just sprouted fangs and grew a third eye.
"CUTE?! Hmmph, you bonehead!" he said, while tossing his head to face the side.
Bulma kept on smiling. She cocked her head to one side and asked "Now. Do you want to eat lunch or not?"
"NO."
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8pm that night...
"Hey Bulma!!!!!! We're back!" Bulma's parents said.
"Oh mom! dad!" Bulma hugged her mother.
Bulma glanced at her father. "Dad, Vegeta wanted to speak to you."
"Oh? Do you know what its about?"
"Something about the gravity machine."
"Thank you Bulma."
Mr. Briefs went down to the lab to check on some things and started playing yarn with his cat on a table.
"I need you to fix the gravity machine for me." a voice said suddenly.
Mr. Briefs glanced up and saw Vegeta standing there and sighed.
"What is it this time?"
"I tried to go up to 500g but the pathetic machine couldn't take it. So the circuit shorted. and I noticed the defence system robots weren't there. I thought I told you to fix them." Vegeta said.
"Alright, alright, I'll do all that right now."
Mr. Briefs heard no response.
"ok, Vegeta?"
He looked up. Vegeta was already gone.
Vegeta went to the living room and sat down in a armchair. He had spent the whole day in his room.
Bulma came into the room.
She ignored Vegeta and turned on the television.
The doorbell rang 5 minutes later. Bulma opened the door and found a guy standing there.
"Hi! You don't know me, but I'm Clarissa's cousin! She told me to come. Remember that party at her place? "
Bulma nodded. "Yeah! It starts at 10 doesn't it? What about it?"
"Oh, because the party is starting at my house right now. We changed time and location."
"Really? But Clarissa didn't call me to notify me about the change."
"Thats because she told me to come get you."
"Hey if you are her cousin, why haven't I seen you before?"
"I just came into town thats why."
"Oh...so whats your name?"
"Gary."
"Well why don't you come in, have a seat, and I'll be ready in like 15 minutes alright?"
"Sure."
Gary sat in the living room and looked at Vegeta.
"Oh, you are Bulma's family member?"
Vegeta ignored him.
Gary shrugged and turned to the television.
Half hour later, Bulma came down the stairs.
"Ok! I'm all set for the party!!"
Vegeta had decided on a quick glance at Bulma.
Her hair used to be ridiculously poofed up in a weired way but now its all straightened and tied in a long braid that stopped at about her midback and she had bangs that ended a little below her eyebrows. Wisps of the few escaped strands of hair framed her face loosely.
She had on jean cutoff shorts that stops at her midthigh and a white short sleeve with a black leather jacket over it. The jean cutoff shorts showed off her long strong legs and also showed off a cute butt.
Bulma had on red lipstick and some mascara. With a bright red helmet under her arm. Overall, she looked daring and beautiful.
Gary looked her all over and whistled. "Wow Bulma. You look great for the party!"
Bulma grinned evily. "Hey, what else am I going to wear? At the end of the party there's a motorcycle race right? I can't wear a dress to do that!"
Gary nodded. "And the winner gets a 1100 cc Harley Davidson!"
Bulma slapped her helmet on her head loosely and put her hands on her hips. She held her head up high and had a nasty grin on her face. "Oh yeah baby! And I'll win it!"
Vegeta started laughing. "Woman, you'll never win anything. You''ll probably just fall off the thing and break a bone."
Bulma marched over to where Vegeta was sitting and glared down at him.
"I'll win it! How would you know how I would perform with a motorcycle?"
"Because you are a baka weakling thats why."
"Oh?! Then how about this. Lets have a bet. Gary will be our witness. So what do you want to bet that I'll lose?"
Vegeta smirked. "If you lose, then you'll not be unpleasant with me for a week, you'll be my servant and obey and respect me AND carry out my wishes without any arguments. Also you'll have to address me as Prince Vegeta for a week."
Bulma's mouth dropped open. Then she closed them. "Fine! And if I win, you'll have to call me Princess Bulma for a week and you can't be unpleasant or rude. And you can't train because you'll assist me in my lab for a week. There. Hows that?"
Vegeta stood up. He smiled evily. "Deal."
Gary stared. "Um..are you guys always like this?"
Bulma shrugged. "I'm not. HE is. If I talk to him, he'll tell me that I'll die in a very slow and painful death."
Vegeta hmmphed.
Gary laughed "Hey whats his name?"
"Vegeta" Bulma answered.
"Alright. Vegeta, why don't you come to the party also? You can see the race for yourself! And I have to tell yah, its one of the most exciting things you'll ever see."
"Fine. I'll go. I got nothing better to do anyway."
Bulma couldn't stay still and was prancing on the spot excitely like a little child. "Oh, I didn't participate in a race for so long! I missed it so much!! I missed it so much!!!" Her eyes gleamed.
"Hey, we better get going." Gary said.
"Ok, leme make sure I got my motorcycle with me..." Bulma checked her pocket.
"I got it! LETS GOOOOO!!!"
Vegeta, Bulma, and Gary went to Gary's place for the party. By then it was about 9:15pm.
"Wow Gary, your place is HUGE! Its almost the size of Capsule Corp!" Bulma exclaimed.
Clarissa saw Bulma and ran forward to hug her. "Yo Bulma!!!! I can't wait to see you in action!"
Bulma laughed. "Aww, I'm not THAT good."
Clarissa gasped and put her hand to her heart. "Not that good!? Bulma! Remember that stunt you pulled that race 2 years ago?! People who were present back then still talk about it! Man you won that race no problem!"
Clarissa noticed Vegeta, ran her eyes up and down his body and oohed and ahhed. "Bulma! Whose the hot guy?"
"His name is Vegeta."
WhAAAAAAAt!? HOT GUY!? Vegeta thought, his face full of disgust. (Just imagine when Vegeta and the Namekians arrived at Capsule Corps. and Vegeta met Mrs. Briefs)
"Hey hey hey! You still got this hot guy!" Clarissa's boyfriend joined them grinning.
Clarissa laughed. "Of course! You are MY hot guy! Say, John tell them about Bulma in that race 2 years ago!"
John chuckled and he gave Bulma a admirable look. "I still remember the whole thing! It was so COOL! That Bulma is natural born bad ass!" John told Vegeta and Gary.
Vegeta smirked. "Right."
Another fellow friend who was also a scientist/inventor came up and shook Bulma's hand.
"Oh hi Bulma!"
"Pete! How nice to see you!"
"Be prepared for whats going to come next guys." Clarissa whispered.
Vegeta looked at John, who was standing next to him. "What did she mean by that?" Vegeta asked.
Smiling, John told Vegeta "You'll see."
"I just want to tell you to tell Mr. Briefs that I thought his last research report on the A-Den Particles and a more efficient way to use them were BRILLIANT." Pete exclaimed.
"Oh thanks! Thats what I thought too! Of course, in my opinion, YOUR report a few months ago on the Solid Objects and Their Relationships with T-Q Particle Materialization Diagnosis Theory was just AMAZING." Bulma countered.
John started to form a sweatdrop on his head.
"Oh you are just too nice! Thank you! Say, hows that hover jet you are improving getting along?" Pete asked.
"I just finished today! Its full speed is 10 times the full speed of before!" Bulma said proudly.
Pete whistled and congratulated Bulma.
"I can't wait to see you in the race! It'll almost be as good as that 1994 showing of the Gabeno Presentation of the Dematerialzation Level Four of the Rubon Theory!" Pete said.
"Oh well..I can't share your opinion on THAT one, I regret to say! This race, to me, would be FAR more exciting!!" Bulma told Pete with a devilish grin.
Pete and Bulma finished conversing and he went off to have some drinks with his buddies.
Gary's mouth was hanging open and he shut it quickly.
"I see what you mean Clarissa...is she always like this when another scientist talks to her?" He managed to get out.
Clarissa nodded and giggled.
Vegeta decided that Clarissa was too much like Bulma's mom and made it a goal to stay away from her as much as possible.
Bulma cocked her head to one side. "You all didn't understand what I and Pete were talking about?"
"I never did understand anything when you get into those scientific moods." John said.
"Me 2." Clarissa agreed.
"From what I just heard, you were talking in a totally different language." Gary told Bulma.
Vegeta gave a short harsh laugh. His arms were crossed and he gave off the famous side profile. "I understood what she was talking about."
Bulma stared at Vegeta. "Really? Finally! Why didn't you ever tell me before that you understood all that stuff?"
Vegeta returned her gaze and didn't say anything.
"Hey Bulma, lets go shoot some pool! Gary has a pool table in the basement." Clarissa suggested.
Bulma broke her gaze from Vegeta and looked back at Clarissa. "Ok! You and the guys can go down first! I'll be right there!"
Bulma and Vegeta were left alone and she looked back at him.
"So Vegeta can you give me your word you won't lose your temper here? I mean you are here to see the race, not start a fight got that?"
"Hmmph."
"Good. I take that as a yes. Anyway, you still didn't answer me. How come I never knew you knew those scientific stuff?"
"I never said I didn't know did I. Plus, most of the baka humans are so stupid they don't understand the basics of technology and science. Woman, you should know that practically the whole universe knows AND uses this STUFF. I only destroy stupid and weak races. Nappa and I came to Earth to wipe you baka humans out. Can you figure out what I am saying?"
Bulma was annoyed. "Yes VEGETA. I can figure out what you were saying. You are saying that humans are a stupid and weak race and that most of the beings here aren't worth living just because they DIDN'T LEARN THE BASICS OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY! If you think that, then WHY ARE YOU ON PLANET EARTH ANYWAY YOU STUPID BAKA!?"
Vegeta glared at her. "I don't have to explain my actions to the likes of you."
Bulma narrowed her eyes and glared back. "Ok. Then don't ever speak to me again after the bet is over!"
And she stomped away.
At 12 midnight, everyone went to a large barren field with a whole obstacle course thinging already set up, ready for the race.
Gary took hold of a speaker thing and bellowed out. "All racers at the starting line!!! Everybody silent please!"
Bulma and about 10 other people went to the white line. Everybody had to wheel their motorcycles there except for Bulma. She got out a capsule and CLICK! it became her trusty ol' motorcycle. The people not racing went to sit at the bleachers on the side. A wired fence was put between the spectators and the racers.
Gary stood at the topmost bleacher and once everybody was silent, he continued to roar out directions. "Racers, the first part of the race is just speeding towards the obstacle route. You'll have to use your experience to get yourself out of that! After the obstacle course, then its flat out racing to the finish line! Remember to race safetly, we don't want any accidents to happen. Any unfair racers would immediatly lose the chance of getting the prize. Every body clear on that?"
All the racers shouted "YEAH!"
"Ok then, put on your helmets!"
Bulma put on her red helmet and secured it under her chin.
"Get on your bikes!"
Bulma hopped onto her bike excitedly and revved it up a couple of times. vroom vroom!
"When everythings ready, give a thumbs up!"
One by one the racers put up a thumbs up.
"OOOOOKAY! Reaaaady! Seeeeeeeeeeeet!! .....GO!"
The racers all set off so fast it was like they were sprung from a tight rubber band.
Before the had race started, Vegeta already rose into the air, a distance from the field so he'll be able to see everything. He honestly didn't think the woman would win.
Bulma had learned when racing you never ever look at the other racers. That will distract you and slow you down. So she kept her mind and focus solely on her course. After speeding at about 70-80 mph for a few minutes, she saw the first obstacle. It was orange cones, spread so that she'll have to drive zigzagged to get to the next obstacle.
Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left Bulma chanted in her head.
She cleared the cones and breathed a sigh of relief.
Next she saw a approximately 3 feet wall a distance away from her. She floored her bike to 100mph and sped towards the wall. a few feet away from the wall, she pulled on the handles with all her might to make it soar over the wall. She landed, swerved in a circle, straightened out herself and continued on.
Bulma, girl, damn, I just amaze myself sometimes! Bulma thought with rush and delight.
Then came the hardest course of all. All the racers have to race right next to eacher other, almost touching because there was two wired fencings on both sides, not allowing much room.
HAHA! TIME FOR THE OL' TRICK! Bulma grinned.
Two racers, one on each side of Bulma were closing in. She waited till all the racers are in a horizontal line, barely touching each other then she quickly made sure her right foot was planted firmly on the rest thing on the side and she loosened her left foot. She never lost her grip on the handles and her eyes never strayed off the road. Then she quickly swung her left leg over to where her right leg was. She was standing on one side of the motorcycle!
She increased her speed and the "squeeze test" was over. Bulma swung her left leg back over the seat and sat down. She had noticed briefly that about 7 racers didnt make it through that obstacle. A few got nervous and lost speed and balance and fell over. The rest of the 5 people either accidently got knocked off by other racers because of the closeness, or they hit the bikes of the person next to theirs due to loss of balance and had a collision accident.
Bulma saw the last obtacle and grinned. This was too easy. It was a long huge board, propped onto a huge boulder so its horizontal. Riders would go up the board and when they reach the "cliff" of the board, they would go flying into the air, and would have to land on the ground safetly. Bulma rode onto the wooden board and flew off it perfectly when she reached the edge.
At the second she flew off the board, it was like for a moment, she just hung there in the air, suspended. "WOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!" she yelled out. Her braid was flying behind her in the air and her butt was off the seat while she crouched/leaned foward, gripping the handleds tightly.
Then she hit the ground, the impact making her sit back down onto the seat. She skidded sideways for a good 10 feet and then she regained control. She straightened the bike again and raced off at top speed towards the finishing line. After 3-5 minutes she saw the white and red flags and the yellow ribbon line meaning the finishing line is near. She floored the bike and practically flew down the path. The partyers was already waiting at the line, cheering her on.
She whipped past the onlookers as she past the line, going so fast shes just a blur to them. a few seconds later the remaining racers went past also.
Bulma was high with giddy and was laughing triumphantly. She had stopped the bike and got off it.
"BUUUULLLLMAAAA!!!!!! BUUUULMMAAA! BUUULMA!" her friends chanted.
"YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!! I WON I WON I WON I WON!!!!!!!!" Bulma yelled, jumping up and down. She took off her helmet and threw it high up in the air. Somebody in the crowd caught it.
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While up in the air...
Vegeta froze with shock as he saw how good a rider Bulma was. He never knew she was like that.
And when she past the finish line first, his eyes almost popped out. "GGRRRRAAAAARGH!!" NOOOOOOOOOO! arghh...a bet is a ...bet he grinded out in his mind.
So he desended and landed next to Bulma.
Bulma turned and grinned at him. "Oh Vegeetaaaa!" she sang out.
Vegeta crossed his arms and glared daggers at her.
Bulma winked at him. She whispered "Its ok, you can start when we get home, you dont have to do it here."
Vegeta stared at her for a second before resuming his glare and a "hmmph".
She...why did she do that?
Bulma got the prize and she happily rode it home, with Vegeta flying above her.
After they got to Capsule Corps, Bulma wheeled the Harley Davidson inside the garage. She'll add on the capsuling feature tomorrow or something.
Vegeta avoided Bulma and quickly went to his room to take a shower.
Bulma did the same in her bathroom. Before she got into the shower, she looked in the mirror. She had untied her braid so her straight hair flowed down her back. Bulma felt like a short and cute look so she got some sissors and professionally cut her hair short so it reached a little above the base of her neck. Then she took a shower, dried her hair, and changed into soft blue cotton pjs.
Bulma walked to Vegeta's room. "Hey Vegeta." She called out.
no answer.
She took the liberty to open the door. Vegeta was sitting in a chair next to his bed. He was dressed in a white tank (muscle) top and had black boxers on.
Bulma walked to sit on the right side of the bed, facing him.
Vegeta glowered at her then turned to shift his gaze to the side again.
Bulma looked down and felt bad. She knew how badly Vegeta's pride would be wounded if he really called her Princess Bulma and have to assist her for a whole week.
And since he lost the bet, she could tell he is already beating himself up about it.
"Um...Vegeta..?"
Silence.
"Look, I know you won't speak to me so..I just wanted to tell you that the bet wasn't for real alright? You don't have to do anything we spoke about.." she said kindly.
Vegeta snapped his eyes back to her and frowned. "I do not need your pity or kindness. I agreed to a bet, I lost, and I'll whatever I said I'll do."
"But you don't have to! It wasn't for real. I was just playing around, honestly. So you better not do anything or else I'll pester your annoying royal ass day in and day out, you got that Vegeta!?"
They stared at each other in a uncomfortable silence for about 5 minutes before Vegeta spoke.
"Woman, what the hell did you do to your hair. I don't know how it can be possible. But you look incredibly uglier than before."
Bulma smiled inwardly. Usually she would've exploded at that kind of insult from him, but this time, she knew that this is his only way of telling her that they were friends again. Wait. Friends is too strong a word. Rephrase that. His only way of telling her that they can tolerate each others presence once again.
"Thanks for the compliment." She smiled.
Vegeta frowned and glared at her some more. "I was not and will not EVER compliment you so why don't you just get the hell outta my blasted room and leave me alone."
"Nan de mo Vegeta!!"
"Well? Get out!"
Bulma ignored his scowl and laid back on the queen sized bed, eagle spread. She stretched a little then rolled to her side, with her head propped on her hand, facing him.
"Woman. What do you want?"
"I wanna talk to somebody. And since I am in your room and I am talking to you already, I decided that somebody would be you."
Vegeta's frown became deeper. "Woman. Its 2:30 in the morning. I need to get back to my training after a few hours, when the old man finishes fixing everything. Would you just leave me alone." He gritted out.
"No! I want to talk to you! Annnd he is my DAD. MR. Briefs. Not ~old man~. And I still wanna talk to you."
"Fine go ahead. Talk. Don't expect me to say anything in return."
"You are talking now though."
"Thats because..*growl*! Forget. It.! "
Bulma smiled with satisfaction.
"Baka human woman." Vegeta muttered under his breath.
Bulma glared at him. "Baka sayian."
"Don't call me baka sayian!"
"Then don't call me baka human woman!"
"I can call you whatever I want."
"If thats how it is, then I can do so too."
"I am Vegeta. Prince Vegeta. I can say anything I want."
"So? This is MYYY home. And incase you haven't noticed, you are LIVING in MY home. So I have the right to say anything I want about my guest."
"baka woman."
Bulma rolled her eyes and flopped onto her stomach. She peered at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't tell me we are going to start again.."
Vegeta smirked.
Bulma pull back the covers and crawled underneath them. She then reappeared, placing her head on the pillow placed on the right side of the bed.
"mmm...ahhhh..." She sighed with content as she hugged the covers to her and buried her head deeper into the pillow.
Vegeta scowled even more. "Woman. What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Aww come on Vegeta please?? I'm so tired, just let me lay here for a while ok?"
"Go to your room if you want to lie down."
"But I wanna talk to you!"
Silence. Vegeta obviously didn't know how to chase her out of his room. More specifically, his BED.
Bulma clamped her fingers together and rested them on the back of her head. She looked sleepily at him. "Vegeta...what did you think of the race?"
"I've seen better races than that."
"Ve-ge-ta!"
"Compared to the other human bakas, I was surprised you did so well."
Bulma gaped at him. Did he just compliment her?
"Ok, woman, you got your talk, now can I have my bed back? Consider yourself lucky I didn't blast you into the next dimension already."
"Hey, I am only occupying one side of the bed. Theres still an empty left side."
"I am NOT getting into the same bed as you baka.. Furthermore, I am NOT sharing the same covers as you."
Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "Say...its already September....Christmas is coming in about 3 months."
"And that piece of information is useful to me...how?"
Bulma frowned at him. "I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for Christmas."
"I swear, your human holidays are so stupid."
"Hmmph! They aren't stupid! I love them... anyway, you still didn't answer my question."
"What question."
"Ve-ge-taaa!!" she whined.
He looked amused at her. "I would love to become a SSJ, beat Kakarott and that purple haired boy, blow this dirtball up, and get my non existence tail out of this galaxy."
Bulma giggled. "Vegeta, how about something that is more likely to happen?"
The amused look is gone from his eyes. "Are you questioning my ability to become a super sayain?"
Bulma noticed how fast he changed expressions. She liked him better when he was playful/amused.
"No I didn't mean that Vegeta. I meant how about wishing for a present that is actually within my power to give you?"
Whatever Vegeta was expecting, it wasn't this. He just stared at her with a emotionless expression. Or it seemed like it was. Inside, it was stampede of questions, thoughts, emotions.
Why would she want to give me a present? I haven't done anything for her. Why is that baka bothering me now anyway? Does she care for me? Vegeta half smirked half scowled.
(A/N:only vegeta is capable of that kind of expression.) She probably wants me to do her a favor, so she's bribing me. At the thought of that, Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he coldly looked at her.
"Woman, you don't have to bribe me. What favor is it that you want done?"
Bulma's face turned to utter confusion. "Huh?! Wha-Vegeta what are you talking about?"
"You know what I am talking about. Why else would you offer to give me a present. So thats why you are in my room right now for over half an hour talking to me acting all innocent and nice. Well guess what? I didn't fail for your bait you stupid bitch."
Bulma just stared at him with disbelief and something else that he couldn't quite figure out.
She looked away for a moment and then back at him. Bulma threw back the covers and got out of the bed.
Vegeta thought she gotten up because he had guessed it right and she was embarrassed.
"ha! So I was right! You are just probably bribing me to do something for you. Leme guess...is it to sleep with you?" He spat out.
Bulma froze, her back to him with her hand turning the doorknob.
She was so tired of men's egoistic crap. She was tired of everything. And she was so confused with herself. Why did she care so much about what he said anyway? Why was there a feeling inside her like someone is slowly sticking needles in her heart?
Why were tears starting to gather in her eyes?
Bulma didn't turn around to look at Vegeta. Nor did she say anything. She had lowered her head and was staring blankly at the floor. Then without a word she opened the door and left, closing the door behind her.
Vegeta scowled at the door and had half the mind to go out there and blow this whole blasted planet up. He looked at the clock and it read 3:08am.
He got up from the chair and laid down on the bed. He avoided the right side because the woman had just laid there. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
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After Bulma stepped out of Vegeta room...
Bulma closed the door behind her and went into her room across from his. She couldn't believe what just happend. She was so happy while talking to him...until she brought up the present thing...
Bulma walked to her closet and opened it. On the high shelf, next to other boxes, there was a wrapped box. A present she had bought a week ago, to give him at Christmas.
Bulma took it down and looked blankly at it. She closed the closet and walked to her bed, and sat.
Inside the box, it contained a very expensive watch. The background of the watch was black and the numbers were carefully done from diamonds. The hands of the watch were real gold. Around the "face" of the watch, was silver, to contrast with the dark background.
The band she had picked out was black leathery kind. She didn't like the huge metal kinds because 1) they were too showy and 2) they bite your skin. The band wasn't too small, or else it'll look too feminine.
Bulma had personally spent quite amount of time in the watch maker's shop in the mall because she had requested this design and materials herself and needed to talk things clear with the person whose going to send the order to whereever it is they make the watches.
To add to the price, it was waterproof. And the surface of the watch wasn't just any ol' surface. It was specially made so it wasn't easily scratched.
A tear escaped Bulma's eye and dropped onto the wrapped box. She had thought designing a watch herself, and letting the godknowswhere make it, would make a perfect present. She had noticed he didn't have a watch.
More tears slipped down her cheeks and dropped one by one onto her hands.
Why do I care so much what that cold heartless baka had said to me? Why am I crying? Whywhywhy?!
Bulma slid onto the floor next to the bed. She just sat there, in a depressed state and she doesn't know why the hell she is like this.
For the past 2 weeks, Bulma has been experiencing depression several times already. Even she, herself felt so happy and fine almost all the time she just doesn't understand those "black moods" that come onto her suddenly, always out of nowhere.
Someone would accuse her of something or yell at her, even if its just a joke. Then she'll start to feel down and horrible. She'll retreat to her room and just sit on the floor in a corner or next to her bed, and tears just start coming out with no reason at all.
Other times, Bulma would laugh and go along with the joke or get angry at the person yelling at her. Then she'll turn the tables and be the normal Bulma. Yell the other person's head off.
Now she's back in her black mood. Her room suddenly is too cheery for her and she wants everything black. What scares Bulma is that she is starting to think suicidal thoughts.
I could die right now and nobody would care... Bulma knew her parents would care. Goku, ChiChi,Gohan, Krillin, Yamacha, and all her friends would care. But...right now, she feels like noone would.
A question popped into her head. Would Vegeta care?...NANI?! Bulma, listen to yourself! What were you THINKING?! What does Vegeta have to do with all of this?! This...this crap you are buried in...?
Bulma moved her hand under her bed, her hand already memorized where her "secret box" is. She pulled it out and opened the shoe box. Inside, in a medicine container, where all kinds of different capsules of medication she had took from all the medicine in the house was kept.
She would get into a black mood and just walk to the medicine cabinet and take out 2-3 capsules of each kind of medication in there. Slowly the capsules are adding up to a dangerous amount.
Bulma sighed. Maybe I should just do it right now...to me, there's no sense of living anyway.
She reached for a bottle of spring water and was about to put in the first capsule when a face flashed in her mind. Vegeta.
Bulma is going to go nuts. "Why..why is he haunting me so much?!" she whispered in fustration.
Suddenly she heard someone opening and closing a door outside in the hallway. Bulma panicked and quickly put back the medicine, closed the box, shoved it under the bed and put the present back into the closet with shaky hands.
Bulma walked to her door and opened it. She glanced down the hall and saw nobody.
oh...I need a cup of coffee...
She went down to the kitchen, wet her face at the sink to get rid of the dried salty traces of her tears. Then she made a cup of coffee and hoisted herself up to sit on the counter.
As she sipped, she glanced at the time and took note that it was 3:50 in the morning.
The more she thought about what happend with Vegeta, the sadder she became, and the sadder she became, the more fustrated and confused she is.
Tears started to form again and several slipped down her face.
"Oh, lookey who's here. Its the bitch. In person. " A rough taunting voice said from the kitchen doorway.
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~pants~ well how did you like THAT jumbo sized chapter? I hope you like it cuz this chapter broke my record length. This is the longest chapter I have ever written in my stories. ^.^
I don't know much about motorcycles so...hehe. anyway, please comment on it, I really want to know how I did. ^.^ Thank you all! Arigato!
Thanks a bunch reviewers! You guys are GREAT!! And to make up for the long wait, Heres a JUMBO size chapter!!! ^.^
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Chapter 4
Chapter Name: Shadowed by Darkness
Vegeta sat in a dark corner in his room. He had drawn the curtains and turned off the lights. The only source of light is the sunlight trying to pass through the curtains.
Vegeta just sat there, his head leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed. His left leg is in indian style position and the other leg was drawn to his body with his right arm rested on the knee.
Vegeta opened his eyes and stared into the dimness. He hardly ever just take a break and sit in peace by himself. If he did, all he thinks about is training and battle and victory. This time, he wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about his whole life and how he feels about everything.
The first thought was his main obessesion. Goku. Deep down inside of him, he respects Goku in a way even though Vegeta himself sometimes doesn't realize it. Why? Goku had been the first person to understand him out of all those earthlings. Even now. Goku is the only one who doesn't think he is as bad as Frieza.
Goku had given him a chance, and Goku even trusted him.
But...ah...Kakkarot...that will be your downfall someday. I told you on Planet Namek...you have to get over your softheartedness. It'll get you killed. Feelings don't belong on the battlefield. Sayians rarely are emotional and sentimental like you are.
Vegeta remembered his first time being emotional. When he was dying. Goku kept telling him not to talk because it'll sap all of his energy. But Vegeta knew Goku would not have the heart to kill Frieza if Goku didn't know how ruthless and evil Frieza is. Frieza didn't deserve any chances.
Vegeta slighty frowned. He had been in tears just before he took his last breath. He had opened his heart and...he cried. He told Goku of his dark and haunting childhood. Actually he only told Goku half of it. He never told anyone of what he saw, what he experienced, the beatings, the threats...Vegeta clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. He had never cried again after that time in front of Goku.
Being a Super Sayian was such a obession of his not only because of surpassing Goku. That was only half of it. All his life, he had believed in the legend, clinging onto it as if its his only hope. It kept him alive. Frieza had scorned him just before killing him. He had said it was only a myth. Frieza told Goku that Vegeta won't shut up about the myth.
And I'll make that "myth" come true! I have to...
Vegeta started to smell tomato soup in traveling from the kitchen. Damn, that woman is actually going to start to eat? Thank Kame! I don't have time to save her every time she collaspes.
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While in the kitchen...
Bulma had finished the soup and it smelled delicious. She had made a turkey sandwhich and it all looks heavenly. She was starving!
But before she started to eat, suddenly the thought that Vegeta hadn't eaten yet made her stop and decide to go upstairs to tell him theres lunch if he wanted it.
She stopped in front of his door. "Hey, Vegeta! I just want to tell you theres lunch. If you want to eat, then come downstairs."
She only had walked away a few steps and then she heard his voice "Bring it up to me."
She flared with anger and stomped back to his door. "What did you just say!? YOU want ME to bring up your food?! While you're at it, WHY DONT' YOU ALSO ASK ME TO COOK UP A GOURMET JUST FOR YOU and bring it up also?!" she said with her leaned over slightly, face close to the door, and hands on her hips.
"That'll be nice." Vegeta replied.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!! I AM NOT BRINGING UP YOUR FOOD! YOU WANT TO EAT, GO DOWN TO THE KITCHEN AND GET YOUR FOOD FOR YOURSELF!" said Bulma, waving her hands around.
Bulma heard firm foorsteps from Vegeta room. He opened the door half way and looked at her.
Bulma couldn't help but try to see past his shoulder into his room.
"Vegeta, were you sleeping? Your room is all dark, I'm sorry if i disturbed you. I mean thank kame you are actually resting for once.."
Vegeta just looked at her with no emotion.
Then one side of his mouth jerked up in a smirk. "Why whats wrong? I thought just moments ago you were screaming and yelling at me. Why so civilized now?"
Bulma's mouth dropped open and she just gaped at him.
He stared back without blinking.
Bulma said "HEY, MR. Monkey! I was just being nice." while jabbing her right thumb at herself.
she used her left index finger to jab at Vegeta's chest and continued "Unlike YOU who just can't be nice for once even if your LIFE depended on it!"
Vegeta didn't turn his head or anything. He just moved his gaze downward to Bulma's index finger poking his chest.
He grabbed her hand, looked back to her face and leaned in closer to her.
"Wha-what are you doing?!" Bulma said, panic showing both in her expression and voice.
Vegeta smiled an evil smile at her. "Becareful woman. Unless you want to challenge me to a fight, don't jab me like that. We wouldn't want those pretty nails of yours to crack now, would we."
Bulma squirmed to get her hand out of his grasp but of course she couldn't even move her hand.
Vegeta let her hand go and smirked. "Now leave me alone unless you want to die a very painful death." he said slowly, making each word clear to make sure Bulma gets it into her head.
He thought that his threat would scare her but instead it did the exact opposite.
Bulma started grinning like crazy and said "Vegeta, when are you going to drop that tough bad man act? You know, what I said the day I invited you to live here is true. You ARE kinda cute. Ok alot cute! But hey! You won't get any girl if you keep threatening people like that! Bummer!"
Vegeta stared bewildered at Bulma as though she just sprouted fangs and grew a third eye.
"CUTE?! Hmmph, you bonehead!" he said, while tossing his head to face the side.
Bulma kept on smiling. She cocked her head to one side and asked "Now. Do you want to eat lunch or not?"
"NO."
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8pm that night...
"Hey Bulma!!!!!! We're back!" Bulma's parents said.
"Oh mom! dad!" Bulma hugged her mother.
Bulma glanced at her father. "Dad, Vegeta wanted to speak to you."
"Oh? Do you know what its about?"
"Something about the gravity machine."
"Thank you Bulma."
Mr. Briefs went down to the lab to check on some things and started playing yarn with his cat on a table.
"I need you to fix the gravity machine for me." a voice said suddenly.
Mr. Briefs glanced up and saw Vegeta standing there and sighed.
"What is it this time?"
"I tried to go up to 500g but the pathetic machine couldn't take it. So the circuit shorted. and I noticed the defence system robots weren't there. I thought I told you to fix them." Vegeta said.
"Alright, alright, I'll do all that right now."
Mr. Briefs heard no response.
"ok, Vegeta?"
He looked up. Vegeta was already gone.
Vegeta went to the living room and sat down in a armchair. He had spent the whole day in his room.
Bulma came into the room.
She ignored Vegeta and turned on the television.
The doorbell rang 5 minutes later. Bulma opened the door and found a guy standing there.
"Hi! You don't know me, but I'm Clarissa's cousin! She told me to come. Remember that party at her place? "
Bulma nodded. "Yeah! It starts at 10 doesn't it? What about it?"
"Oh, because the party is starting at my house right now. We changed time and location."
"Really? But Clarissa didn't call me to notify me about the change."
"Thats because she told me to come get you."
"Hey if you are her cousin, why haven't I seen you before?"
"I just came into town thats why."
"Oh...so whats your name?"
"Gary."
"Well why don't you come in, have a seat, and I'll be ready in like 15 minutes alright?"
"Sure."
Gary sat in the living room and looked at Vegeta.
"Oh, you are Bulma's family member?"
Vegeta ignored him.
Gary shrugged and turned to the television.
Half hour later, Bulma came down the stairs.
"Ok! I'm all set for the party!!"
Vegeta had decided on a quick glance at Bulma.
Her hair used to be ridiculously poofed up in a weired way but now its all straightened and tied in a long braid that stopped at about her midback and she had bangs that ended a little below her eyebrows. Wisps of the few escaped strands of hair framed her face loosely.
She had on jean cutoff shorts that stops at her midthigh and a white short sleeve with a black leather jacket over it. The jean cutoff shorts showed off her long strong legs and also showed off a cute butt.
Bulma had on red lipstick and some mascara. With a bright red helmet under her arm. Overall, she looked daring and beautiful.
Gary looked her all over and whistled. "Wow Bulma. You look great for the party!"
Bulma grinned evily. "Hey, what else am I going to wear? At the end of the party there's a motorcycle race right? I can't wear a dress to do that!"
Gary nodded. "And the winner gets a 1100 cc Harley Davidson!"
Bulma slapped her helmet on her head loosely and put her hands on her hips. She held her head up high and had a nasty grin on her face. "Oh yeah baby! And I'll win it!"
Vegeta started laughing. "Woman, you'll never win anything. You''ll probably just fall off the thing and break a bone."
Bulma marched over to where Vegeta was sitting and glared down at him.
"I'll win it! How would you know how I would perform with a motorcycle?"
"Because you are a baka weakling thats why."
"Oh?! Then how about this. Lets have a bet. Gary will be our witness. So what do you want to bet that I'll lose?"
Vegeta smirked. "If you lose, then you'll not be unpleasant with me for a week, you'll be my servant and obey and respect me AND carry out my wishes without any arguments. Also you'll have to address me as Prince Vegeta for a week."
Bulma's mouth dropped open. Then she closed them. "Fine! And if I win, you'll have to call me Princess Bulma for a week and you can't be unpleasant or rude. And you can't train because you'll assist me in my lab for a week. There. Hows that?"
Vegeta stood up. He smiled evily. "Deal."
Gary stared. "Um..are you guys always like this?"
Bulma shrugged. "I'm not. HE is. If I talk to him, he'll tell me that I'll die in a very slow and painful death."
Vegeta hmmphed.
Gary laughed "Hey whats his name?"
"Vegeta" Bulma answered.
"Alright. Vegeta, why don't you come to the party also? You can see the race for yourself! And I have to tell yah, its one of the most exciting things you'll ever see."
"Fine. I'll go. I got nothing better to do anyway."
Bulma couldn't stay still and was prancing on the spot excitely like a little child. "Oh, I didn't participate in a race for so long! I missed it so much!! I missed it so much!!!" Her eyes gleamed.
"Hey, we better get going." Gary said.
"Ok, leme make sure I got my motorcycle with me..." Bulma checked her pocket.
"I got it! LETS GOOOOO!!!"
Vegeta, Bulma, and Gary went to Gary's place for the party. By then it was about 9:15pm.
"Wow Gary, your place is HUGE! Its almost the size of Capsule Corp!" Bulma exclaimed.
Clarissa saw Bulma and ran forward to hug her. "Yo Bulma!!!! I can't wait to see you in action!"
Bulma laughed. "Aww, I'm not THAT good."
Clarissa gasped and put her hand to her heart. "Not that good!? Bulma! Remember that stunt you pulled that race 2 years ago?! People who were present back then still talk about it! Man you won that race no problem!"
Clarissa noticed Vegeta, ran her eyes up and down his body and oohed and ahhed. "Bulma! Whose the hot guy?"
"His name is Vegeta."
WhAAAAAAAt!? HOT GUY!? Vegeta thought, his face full of disgust. (Just imagine when Vegeta and the Namekians arrived at Capsule Corps. and Vegeta met Mrs. Briefs)
"Hey hey hey! You still got this hot guy!" Clarissa's boyfriend joined them grinning.
Clarissa laughed. "Of course! You are MY hot guy! Say, John tell them about Bulma in that race 2 years ago!"
John chuckled and he gave Bulma a admirable look. "I still remember the whole thing! It was so COOL! That Bulma is natural born bad ass!" John told Vegeta and Gary.
Vegeta smirked. "Right."
Another fellow friend who was also a scientist/inventor came up and shook Bulma's hand.
"Oh hi Bulma!"
"Pete! How nice to see you!"
"Be prepared for whats going to come next guys." Clarissa whispered.
Vegeta looked at John, who was standing next to him. "What did she mean by that?" Vegeta asked.
Smiling, John told Vegeta "You'll see."
"I just want to tell you to tell Mr. Briefs that I thought his last research report on the A-Den Particles and a more efficient way to use them were BRILLIANT." Pete exclaimed.
"Oh thanks! Thats what I thought too! Of course, in my opinion, YOUR report a few months ago on the Solid Objects and Their Relationships with T-Q Particle Materialization Diagnosis Theory was just AMAZING." Bulma countered.
John started to form a sweatdrop on his head.
"Oh you are just too nice! Thank you! Say, hows that hover jet you are improving getting along?" Pete asked.
"I just finished today! Its full speed is 10 times the full speed of before!" Bulma said proudly.
Pete whistled and congratulated Bulma.
"I can't wait to see you in the race! It'll almost be as good as that 1994 showing of the Gabeno Presentation of the Dematerialzation Level Four of the Rubon Theory!" Pete said.
"Oh well..I can't share your opinion on THAT one, I regret to say! This race, to me, would be FAR more exciting!!" Bulma told Pete with a devilish grin.
Pete and Bulma finished conversing and he went off to have some drinks with his buddies.
Gary's mouth was hanging open and he shut it quickly.
"I see what you mean Clarissa...is she always like this when another scientist talks to her?" He managed to get out.
Clarissa nodded and giggled.
Vegeta decided that Clarissa was too much like Bulma's mom and made it a goal to stay away from her as much as possible.
Bulma cocked her head to one side. "You all didn't understand what I and Pete were talking about?"
"I never did understand anything when you get into those scientific moods." John said.
"Me 2." Clarissa agreed.
"From what I just heard, you were talking in a totally different language." Gary told Bulma.
Vegeta gave a short harsh laugh. His arms were crossed and he gave off the famous side profile. "I understood what she was talking about."
Bulma stared at Vegeta. "Really? Finally! Why didn't you ever tell me before that you understood all that stuff?"
Vegeta returned her gaze and didn't say anything.
"Hey Bulma, lets go shoot some pool! Gary has a pool table in the basement." Clarissa suggested.
Bulma broke her gaze from Vegeta and looked back at Clarissa. "Ok! You and the guys can go down first! I'll be right there!"
Bulma and Vegeta were left alone and she looked back at him.
"So Vegeta can you give me your word you won't lose your temper here? I mean you are here to see the race, not start a fight got that?"
"Hmmph."
"Good. I take that as a yes. Anyway, you still didn't answer me. How come I never knew you knew those scientific stuff?"
"I never said I didn't know did I. Plus, most of the baka humans are so stupid they don't understand the basics of technology and science. Woman, you should know that practically the whole universe knows AND uses this STUFF. I only destroy stupid and weak races. Nappa and I came to Earth to wipe you baka humans out. Can you figure out what I am saying?"
Bulma was annoyed. "Yes VEGETA. I can figure out what you were saying. You are saying that humans are a stupid and weak race and that most of the beings here aren't worth living just because they DIDN'T LEARN THE BASICS OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY! If you think that, then WHY ARE YOU ON PLANET EARTH ANYWAY YOU STUPID BAKA!?"
Vegeta glared at her. "I don't have to explain my actions to the likes of you."
Bulma narrowed her eyes and glared back. "Ok. Then don't ever speak to me again after the bet is over!"
And she stomped away.
At 12 midnight, everyone went to a large barren field with a whole obstacle course thinging already set up, ready for the race.
Gary took hold of a speaker thing and bellowed out. "All racers at the starting line!!! Everybody silent please!"
Bulma and about 10 other people went to the white line. Everybody had to wheel their motorcycles there except for Bulma. She got out a capsule and CLICK! it became her trusty ol' motorcycle. The people not racing went to sit at the bleachers on the side. A wired fence was put between the spectators and the racers.
Gary stood at the topmost bleacher and once everybody was silent, he continued to roar out directions. "Racers, the first part of the race is just speeding towards the obstacle route. You'll have to use your experience to get yourself out of that! After the obstacle course, then its flat out racing to the finish line! Remember to race safetly, we don't want any accidents to happen. Any unfair racers would immediatly lose the chance of getting the prize. Every body clear on that?"
All the racers shouted "YEAH!"
"Ok then, put on your helmets!"
Bulma put on her red helmet and secured it under her chin.
"Get on your bikes!"
Bulma hopped onto her bike excitedly and revved it up a couple of times. vroom vroom!
"When everythings ready, give a thumbs up!"
One by one the racers put up a thumbs up.
"OOOOOKAY! Reaaaady! Seeeeeeeeeeeet!! .....GO!"
The racers all set off so fast it was like they were sprung from a tight rubber band.
Before the had race started, Vegeta already rose into the air, a distance from the field so he'll be able to see everything. He honestly didn't think the woman would win.
Bulma had learned when racing you never ever look at the other racers. That will distract you and slow you down. So she kept her mind and focus solely on her course. After speeding at about 70-80 mph for a few minutes, she saw the first obstacle. It was orange cones, spread so that she'll have to drive zigzagged to get to the next obstacle.
Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left Bulma chanted in her head.
She cleared the cones and breathed a sigh of relief.
Next she saw a approximately 3 feet wall a distance away from her. She floored her bike to 100mph and sped towards the wall. a few feet away from the wall, she pulled on the handles with all her might to make it soar over the wall. She landed, swerved in a circle, straightened out herself and continued on.
Bulma, girl, damn, I just amaze myself sometimes! Bulma thought with rush and delight.
Then came the hardest course of all. All the racers have to race right next to eacher other, almost touching because there was two wired fencings on both sides, not allowing much room.
HAHA! TIME FOR THE OL' TRICK! Bulma grinned.
Two racers, one on each side of Bulma were closing in. She waited till all the racers are in a horizontal line, barely touching each other then she quickly made sure her right foot was planted firmly on the rest thing on the side and she loosened her left foot. She never lost her grip on the handles and her eyes never strayed off the road. Then she quickly swung her left leg over to where her right leg was. She was standing on one side of the motorcycle!
She increased her speed and the "squeeze test" was over. Bulma swung her left leg back over the seat and sat down. She had noticed briefly that about 7 racers didnt make it through that obstacle. A few got nervous and lost speed and balance and fell over. The rest of the 5 people either accidently got knocked off by other racers because of the closeness, or they hit the bikes of the person next to theirs due to loss of balance and had a collision accident.
Bulma saw the last obtacle and grinned. This was too easy. It was a long huge board, propped onto a huge boulder so its horizontal. Riders would go up the board and when they reach the "cliff" of the board, they would go flying into the air, and would have to land on the ground safetly. Bulma rode onto the wooden board and flew off it perfectly when she reached the edge.
At the second she flew off the board, it was like for a moment, she just hung there in the air, suspended. "WOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!" she yelled out. Her braid was flying behind her in the air and her butt was off the seat while she crouched/leaned foward, gripping the handleds tightly.
Then she hit the ground, the impact making her sit back down onto the seat. She skidded sideways for a good 10 feet and then she regained control. She straightened the bike again and raced off at top speed towards the finishing line. After 3-5 minutes she saw the white and red flags and the yellow ribbon line meaning the finishing line is near. She floored the bike and practically flew down the path. The partyers was already waiting at the line, cheering her on.
She whipped past the onlookers as she past the line, going so fast shes just a blur to them. a few seconds later the remaining racers went past also.
Bulma was high with giddy and was laughing triumphantly. She had stopped the bike and got off it.
"BUUUULLLLMAAAA!!!!!! BUUUULMMAAA! BUUULMA!" her friends chanted.
"YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!! I WON I WON I WON I WON!!!!!!!!" Bulma yelled, jumping up and down. She took off her helmet and threw it high up in the air. Somebody in the crowd caught it.
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While up in the air...
Vegeta froze with shock as he saw how good a rider Bulma was. He never knew she was like that.
And when she past the finish line first, his eyes almost popped out. "GGRRRRAAAAARGH!!" NOOOOOOOOOO! arghh...a bet is a ...bet he grinded out in his mind.
So he desended and landed next to Bulma.
Bulma turned and grinned at him. "Oh Vegeetaaaa!" she sang out.
Vegeta crossed his arms and glared daggers at her.
Bulma winked at him. She whispered "Its ok, you can start when we get home, you dont have to do it here."
Vegeta stared at her for a second before resuming his glare and a "hmmph".
She...why did she do that?
Bulma got the prize and she happily rode it home, with Vegeta flying above her.
After they got to Capsule Corps, Bulma wheeled the Harley Davidson inside the garage. She'll add on the capsuling feature tomorrow or something.
Vegeta avoided Bulma and quickly went to his room to take a shower.
Bulma did the same in her bathroom. Before she got into the shower, she looked in the mirror. She had untied her braid so her straight hair flowed down her back. Bulma felt like a short and cute look so she got some sissors and professionally cut her hair short so it reached a little above the base of her neck. Then she took a shower, dried her hair, and changed into soft blue cotton pjs.
Bulma walked to Vegeta's room. "Hey Vegeta." She called out.
no answer.
She took the liberty to open the door. Vegeta was sitting in a chair next to his bed. He was dressed in a white tank (muscle) top and had black boxers on.
Bulma walked to sit on the right side of the bed, facing him.
Vegeta glowered at her then turned to shift his gaze to the side again.
Bulma looked down and felt bad. She knew how badly Vegeta's pride would be wounded if he really called her Princess Bulma and have to assist her for a whole week.
And since he lost the bet, she could tell he is already beating himself up about it.
"Um...Vegeta..?"
Silence.
"Look, I know you won't speak to me so..I just wanted to tell you that the bet wasn't for real alright? You don't have to do anything we spoke about.." she said kindly.
Vegeta snapped his eyes back to her and frowned. "I do not need your pity or kindness. I agreed to a bet, I lost, and I'll whatever I said I'll do."
"But you don't have to! It wasn't for real. I was just playing around, honestly. So you better not do anything or else I'll pester your annoying royal ass day in and day out, you got that Vegeta!?"
They stared at each other in a uncomfortable silence for about 5 minutes before Vegeta spoke.
"Woman, what the hell did you do to your hair. I don't know how it can be possible. But you look incredibly uglier than before."
Bulma smiled inwardly. Usually she would've exploded at that kind of insult from him, but this time, she knew that this is his only way of telling her that they were friends again. Wait. Friends is too strong a word. Rephrase that. His only way of telling her that they can tolerate each others presence once again.
"Thanks for the compliment." She smiled.
Vegeta frowned and glared at her some more. "I was not and will not EVER compliment you so why don't you just get the hell outta my blasted room and leave me alone."
"Nan de mo Vegeta!!"
"Well? Get out!"
Bulma ignored his scowl and laid back on the queen sized bed, eagle spread. She stretched a little then rolled to her side, with her head propped on her hand, facing him.
"Woman. What do you want?"
"I wanna talk to somebody. And since I am in your room and I am talking to you already, I decided that somebody would be you."
Vegeta's frown became deeper. "Woman. Its 2:30 in the morning. I need to get back to my training after a few hours, when the old man finishes fixing everything. Would you just leave me alone." He gritted out.
"No! I want to talk to you! Annnd he is my DAD. MR. Briefs. Not ~old man~. And I still wanna talk to you."
"Fine go ahead. Talk. Don't expect me to say anything in return."
"You are talking now though."
"Thats because..*growl*! Forget. It.! "
Bulma smiled with satisfaction.
"Baka human woman." Vegeta muttered under his breath.
Bulma glared at him. "Baka sayian."
"Don't call me baka sayian!"
"Then don't call me baka human woman!"
"I can call you whatever I want."
"If thats how it is, then I can do so too."
"I am Vegeta. Prince Vegeta. I can say anything I want."
"So? This is MYYY home. And incase you haven't noticed, you are LIVING in MY home. So I have the right to say anything I want about my guest."
"baka woman."
Bulma rolled her eyes and flopped onto her stomach. She peered at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Don't tell me we are going to start again.."
Vegeta smirked.
Bulma pull back the covers and crawled underneath them. She then reappeared, placing her head on the pillow placed on the right side of the bed.
"mmm...ahhhh..." She sighed with content as she hugged the covers to her and buried her head deeper into the pillow.
Vegeta scowled even more. "Woman. What the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Aww come on Vegeta please?? I'm so tired, just let me lay here for a while ok?"
"Go to your room if you want to lie down."
"But I wanna talk to you!"
Silence. Vegeta obviously didn't know how to chase her out of his room. More specifically, his BED.
Bulma clamped her fingers together and rested them on the back of her head. She looked sleepily at him. "Vegeta...what did you think of the race?"
"I've seen better races than that."
"Ve-ge-ta!"
"Compared to the other human bakas, I was surprised you did so well."
Bulma gaped at him. Did he just compliment her?
"Ok, woman, you got your talk, now can I have my bed back? Consider yourself lucky I didn't blast you into the next dimension already."
"Hey, I am only occupying one side of the bed. Theres still an empty left side."
"I am NOT getting into the same bed as you baka.. Furthermore, I am NOT sharing the same covers as you."
Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "Say...its already September....Christmas is coming in about 3 months."
"And that piece of information is useful to me...how?"
Bulma frowned at him. "I just wanted to ask you what you wanted for Christmas."
"I swear, your human holidays are so stupid."
"Hmmph! They aren't stupid! I love them... anyway, you still didn't answer my question."
"What question."
"Ve-ge-taaa!!" she whined.
He looked amused at her. "I would love to become a SSJ, beat Kakarott and that purple haired boy, blow this dirtball up, and get my non existence tail out of this galaxy."
Bulma giggled. "Vegeta, how about something that is more likely to happen?"
The amused look is gone from his eyes. "Are you questioning my ability to become a super sayain?"
Bulma noticed how fast he changed expressions. She liked him better when he was playful/amused.
"No I didn't mean that Vegeta. I meant how about wishing for a present that is actually within my power to give you?"
Whatever Vegeta was expecting, it wasn't this. He just stared at her with a emotionless expression. Or it seemed like it was. Inside, it was stampede of questions, thoughts, emotions.
Why would she want to give me a present? I haven't done anything for her. Why is that baka bothering me now anyway? Does she care for me? Vegeta half smirked half scowled.
(A/N:only vegeta is capable of that kind of expression.) She probably wants me to do her a favor, so she's bribing me. At the thought of that, Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he coldly looked at her.
"Woman, you don't have to bribe me. What favor is it that you want done?"
Bulma's face turned to utter confusion. "Huh?! Wha-Vegeta what are you talking about?"
"You know what I am talking about. Why else would you offer to give me a present. So thats why you are in my room right now for over half an hour talking to me acting all innocent and nice. Well guess what? I didn't fail for your bait you stupid bitch."
Bulma just stared at him with disbelief and something else that he couldn't quite figure out.
She looked away for a moment and then back at him. Bulma threw back the covers and got out of the bed.
Vegeta thought she gotten up because he had guessed it right and she was embarrassed.
"ha! So I was right! You are just probably bribing me to do something for you. Leme guess...is it to sleep with you?" He spat out.
Bulma froze, her back to him with her hand turning the doorknob.
She was so tired of men's egoistic crap. She was tired of everything. And she was so confused with herself. Why did she care so much about what he said anyway? Why was there a feeling inside her like someone is slowly sticking needles in her heart?
Why were tears starting to gather in her eyes?
Bulma didn't turn around to look at Vegeta. Nor did she say anything. She had lowered her head and was staring blankly at the floor. Then without a word she opened the door and left, closing the door behind her.
Vegeta scowled at the door and had half the mind to go out there and blow this whole blasted planet up. He looked at the clock and it read 3:08am.
He got up from the chair and laid down on the bed. He avoided the right side because the woman had just laid there. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.
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After Bulma stepped out of Vegeta room...
Bulma closed the door behind her and went into her room across from his. She couldn't believe what just happend. She was so happy while talking to him...until she brought up the present thing...
Bulma walked to her closet and opened it. On the high shelf, next to other boxes, there was a wrapped box. A present she had bought a week ago, to give him at Christmas.
Bulma took it down and looked blankly at it. She closed the closet and walked to her bed, and sat.
Inside the box, it contained a very expensive watch. The background of the watch was black and the numbers were carefully done from diamonds. The hands of the watch were real gold. Around the "face" of the watch, was silver, to contrast with the dark background.
The band she had picked out was black leathery kind. She didn't like the huge metal kinds because 1) they were too showy and 2) they bite your skin. The band wasn't too small, or else it'll look too feminine.
Bulma had personally spent quite amount of time in the watch maker's shop in the mall because she had requested this design and materials herself and needed to talk things clear with the person whose going to send the order to whereever it is they make the watches.
To add to the price, it was waterproof. And the surface of the watch wasn't just any ol' surface. It was specially made so it wasn't easily scratched.
A tear escaped Bulma's eye and dropped onto the wrapped box. She had thought designing a watch herself, and letting the godknowswhere make it, would make a perfect present. She had noticed he didn't have a watch.
More tears slipped down her cheeks and dropped one by one onto her hands.
Why do I care so much what that cold heartless baka had said to me? Why am I crying? Whywhywhy?!
Bulma slid onto the floor next to the bed. She just sat there, in a depressed state and she doesn't know why the hell she is like this.
For the past 2 weeks, Bulma has been experiencing depression several times already. Even she, herself felt so happy and fine almost all the time she just doesn't understand those "black moods" that come onto her suddenly, always out of nowhere.
Someone would accuse her of something or yell at her, even if its just a joke. Then she'll start to feel down and horrible. She'll retreat to her room and just sit on the floor in a corner or next to her bed, and tears just start coming out with no reason at all.
Other times, Bulma would laugh and go along with the joke or get angry at the person yelling at her. Then she'll turn the tables and be the normal Bulma. Yell the other person's head off.
Now she's back in her black mood. Her room suddenly is too cheery for her and she wants everything black. What scares Bulma is that she is starting to think suicidal thoughts.
I could die right now and nobody would care... Bulma knew her parents would care. Goku, ChiChi,Gohan, Krillin, Yamacha, and all her friends would care. But...right now, she feels like noone would.
A question popped into her head. Would Vegeta care?...NANI?! Bulma, listen to yourself! What were you THINKING?! What does Vegeta have to do with all of this?! This...this crap you are buried in...?
Bulma moved her hand under her bed, her hand already memorized where her "secret box" is. She pulled it out and opened the shoe box. Inside, in a medicine container, where all kinds of different capsules of medication she had took from all the medicine in the house was kept.
She would get into a black mood and just walk to the medicine cabinet and take out 2-3 capsules of each kind of medication in there. Slowly the capsules are adding up to a dangerous amount.
Bulma sighed. Maybe I should just do it right now...to me, there's no sense of living anyway.
She reached for a bottle of spring water and was about to put in the first capsule when a face flashed in her mind. Vegeta.
Bulma is going to go nuts. "Why..why is he haunting me so much?!" she whispered in fustration.
Suddenly she heard someone opening and closing a door outside in the hallway. Bulma panicked and quickly put back the medicine, closed the box, shoved it under the bed and put the present back into the closet with shaky hands.
Bulma walked to her door and opened it. She glanced down the hall and saw nobody.
oh...I need a cup of coffee...
She went down to the kitchen, wet her face at the sink to get rid of the dried salty traces of her tears. Then she made a cup of coffee and hoisted herself up to sit on the counter.
As she sipped, she glanced at the time and took note that it was 3:50 in the morning.
The more she thought about what happend with Vegeta, the sadder she became, and the sadder she became, the more fustrated and confused she is.
Tears started to form again and several slipped down her face.
"Oh, lookey who's here. Its the bitch. In person. " A rough taunting voice said from the kitchen doorway.
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~pants~ well how did you like THAT jumbo sized chapter? I hope you like it cuz this chapter broke my record length. This is the longest chapter I have ever written in my stories. ^.^
I don't know much about motorcycles so...hehe. anyway, please comment on it, I really want to know how I did. ^.^ Thank you all! Arigato!