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Notes: Hey peoples! I'm sorry for the monstrous delay. I've been tied down with school work and just daily life. Please read and review my faithful companions, If you have an Idea that you would like to incorporate to this story or any suggestions, please, please PLEASE tell me. Either in an email or review would be nice. Til next chapter, Enjoy!
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The air around them grew still, Bulma's breathing tickling his ear and he grew impatient.
" Open your eyes Vegeta, look." She whispered, pointing a finger towards the ceiling.
His eyes widened. The center of the wooden beamed ceiling of her bedroom gone, leaving an almost transparent screen showing them space and the billion of stars in the universe. The turbulent wind from before dissolved to a mild breeze floating in through the window, fluttering their clothes and the bedsheets softly.
" Show me quadrant eleven, planetary system number thirty nine, Planet Vegeta." The screen pinpointed the location, narrowing down the the area at Bulma's stern command. Vegeta stayed still, taking in every detail on the screen and storing the location in his mind for future use.
The planet's surrounding atmosphere gave it a deep red glow, contrasting against the unending blackness of space." What happened to it? Thats not the way I remember it." Vegeta looked back at Bulma from the corner of his eye. " Why is Planet Vegeta like that?"
Bulma looked away." You really dont want to know...." Her face paled when she turned back to him, his expression demanding and she sighed." My people didnt see your planet only as a supply for slaves, Vegeta. They were greedy. They took over the planet for the precious resources that Tersia didnt have, using them to its full capacity and turning it to a toxic wasteland."
With a wave of a hand and an ashamed sigh from the Countess, the picture on the screen changed, the landscape turned from lush green to a deep violent red. No longer was his planet abundant with vegetation, Vegeta- Sei had developed into a chaotic and barren desert. " The atmosphere on Vegeta-Sei had become entirely too toxic and poisonous for anyone to safely habitate it....After a decade of manipulating and using the planet and people, they deserted it. They abandoned it just as quickly as they had taken over."
Vegeta's face was blank, his stone cold scowl plastered on his face. His eyes as empty of emotion as his home planet was empty of......everything. Inside though, was a different story in itself. Completely different. Bulma could feel through the bond the surpressed anger and resentment.Resentment towards her race,towards Bulma herself and even towards the one person who least deserved the blame-himself.
" You do yourself a favor by cooperating with me, human." The Saiyan prince gruffly commented, standing up from the bed slowly. " Perhaps I will decide to spare you and your household when I take back my planet and my people..... Destroying yours in turn."
She looked up at him head on, " What would you say if I told you I dont believe you?" Bulma sat up, crossing her arms in defiance.
" Dont tempt me woman, you dont want to cross the path of an angry Saiyan Prince......"
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He left the room quietly last night, the heavy stench of anger vibrating off from his stiff shoulders. But he didnt slam the door behind him. That fact irked Bulma a little bit, and she kept reliving their conversation in her head the next morning,playing it over and over like a broken record. Dissecting every word, phrase and sentence, she tried to find some sort of reasoning to this man's mind. She soon after quit after giving herself a headache going round and round mentally and just let it be.
Vegeta was up earlier than she was and Bulma was surprised to find him awake and eating breakfast at the dinner table along with Goku and Chichi, bandages completely removed and moving as if nothing had happened. She stood unseen in the doorway and watched him from afar, the early morning shadow hiding her from his view. ' He really is beautiful.....' Bulma doubted that 'beautiful' was exactly the word she was looking for, but it suited him nonetheless.
" 'Should come in here and eat before the food's all gone, Onna." Vegeta's gaze shot straight through the shadows and pierced her, his eyes seeming as if he could tell the depth of her mind and soul from across the room. Bulma closed her gaping mouth and walked in, hands held behind her back and expression blank.
"Morning, Chi. Whats on the menu?" She asked, placing a grin on her face and looking over Chichi's shoulder as Bulma stepped behind the pacing, pregnant woman serving the morning's meal.
" Well, whatever these two bottomless pits havent eaten already, I swear. I just went to the market and now we're going to have go back." Chichi waved a wooden stirring spoon over to the table, where both male saiyans were chowing down on bowl after bowl of breakfast noodles and scrambled eggs.
Goku smiled sheepishly at his wife, the pieces of dried noodles stuck to his lips and cheeks as he spoke. " Sorry, Chichi. You know how much I like to eat,I didnt mean it." He grinned widely, hoping to be forgiven with his cute expression.
" Hmph. I wouldnt say anything cow. You ate twice as much as we did." Vegeta stuck up for himself, snickering in Chichi's face. " We all know how much you dont need it. Kami knows how long it'll take you to lose all that weight you've gained carrying a brat."
Chichi gasped, astounded at his audacity and curled up her sleeves, and stalked over to his side. Glaring down at him, Chichi lifted the spoon and held it in the air to hit him square on the face. Vegeta just gazed up at the pregnant 'brat-carrier' with indifference.
Slamming down the spoon, Chichi glared at Bulma when she caught the spoon quickly and effortlessly just bare inches from Vegeta's face. " Chichi, not now, ok sweetie? Remember the baby." Spinning around to the man in question, Bulma seethed. " And you, you have to watch what you're saying. You might be MR 'Prince of Saiyans' and all, but you're in my house. And in my house, we follow the rules." Vegeta only smirked up at her and stuffed a fork full of scrabled eggs in his mouth.
Rubbing her forehead with her fingers, Bulma rolled her eyes in frustration and grabbed the plate full of food that Chichi handed to her. " I'm going to go eat in my room. After breakfast we'll go down into the town square and go get some more food and supplies alright?"
" Sure, I'll get these two rowdy boys cleaned up and ready before you know it, Bulma." Chichi called after her as Bulma left the room. Waiting until she was out of sight, Chichi pulled the two grown Saiyans out of their chairs by their ears and whimpers and curses and all led them to the sink to get cleaned up for their morning trip to the city market.
Notes: Hey peoples! I'm sorry for the monstrous delay. I've been tied down with school work and just daily life. Please read and review my faithful companions, If you have an Idea that you would like to incorporate to this story or any suggestions, please, please PLEASE tell me. Either in an email or review would be nice. Til next chapter, Enjoy!
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The air around them grew still, Bulma's breathing tickling his ear and he grew impatient.
" Open your eyes Vegeta, look." She whispered, pointing a finger towards the ceiling.
His eyes widened. The center of the wooden beamed ceiling of her bedroom gone, leaving an almost transparent screen showing them space and the billion of stars in the universe. The turbulent wind from before dissolved to a mild breeze floating in through the window, fluttering their clothes and the bedsheets softly.
" Show me quadrant eleven, planetary system number thirty nine, Planet Vegeta." The screen pinpointed the location, narrowing down the the area at Bulma's stern command. Vegeta stayed still, taking in every detail on the screen and storing the location in his mind for future use.
The planet's surrounding atmosphere gave it a deep red glow, contrasting against the unending blackness of space." What happened to it? Thats not the way I remember it." Vegeta looked back at Bulma from the corner of his eye. " Why is Planet Vegeta like that?"
Bulma looked away." You really dont want to know...." Her face paled when she turned back to him, his expression demanding and she sighed." My people didnt see your planet only as a supply for slaves, Vegeta. They were greedy. They took over the planet for the precious resources that Tersia didnt have, using them to its full capacity and turning it to a toxic wasteland."
With a wave of a hand and an ashamed sigh from the Countess, the picture on the screen changed, the landscape turned from lush green to a deep violent red. No longer was his planet abundant with vegetation, Vegeta- Sei had developed into a chaotic and barren desert. " The atmosphere on Vegeta-Sei had become entirely too toxic and poisonous for anyone to safely habitate it....After a decade of manipulating and using the planet and people, they deserted it. They abandoned it just as quickly as they had taken over."
Vegeta's face was blank, his stone cold scowl plastered on his face. His eyes as empty of emotion as his home planet was empty of......everything. Inside though, was a different story in itself. Completely different. Bulma could feel through the bond the surpressed anger and resentment.Resentment towards her race,towards Bulma herself and even towards the one person who least deserved the blame-himself.
" You do yourself a favor by cooperating with me, human." The Saiyan prince gruffly commented, standing up from the bed slowly. " Perhaps I will decide to spare you and your household when I take back my planet and my people..... Destroying yours in turn."
She looked up at him head on, " What would you say if I told you I dont believe you?" Bulma sat up, crossing her arms in defiance.
" Dont tempt me woman, you dont want to cross the path of an angry Saiyan Prince......"
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He left the room quietly last night, the heavy stench of anger vibrating off from his stiff shoulders. But he didnt slam the door behind him. That fact irked Bulma a little bit, and she kept reliving their conversation in her head the next morning,playing it over and over like a broken record. Dissecting every word, phrase and sentence, she tried to find some sort of reasoning to this man's mind. She soon after quit after giving herself a headache going round and round mentally and just let it be.
Vegeta was up earlier than she was and Bulma was surprised to find him awake and eating breakfast at the dinner table along with Goku and Chichi, bandages completely removed and moving as if nothing had happened. She stood unseen in the doorway and watched him from afar, the early morning shadow hiding her from his view. ' He really is beautiful.....' Bulma doubted that 'beautiful' was exactly the word she was looking for, but it suited him nonetheless.
" 'Should come in here and eat before the food's all gone, Onna." Vegeta's gaze shot straight through the shadows and pierced her, his eyes seeming as if he could tell the depth of her mind and soul from across the room. Bulma closed her gaping mouth and walked in, hands held behind her back and expression blank.
"Morning, Chi. Whats on the menu?" She asked, placing a grin on her face and looking over Chichi's shoulder as Bulma stepped behind the pacing, pregnant woman serving the morning's meal.
" Well, whatever these two bottomless pits havent eaten already, I swear. I just went to the market and now we're going to have go back." Chichi waved a wooden stirring spoon over to the table, where both male saiyans were chowing down on bowl after bowl of breakfast noodles and scrambled eggs.
Goku smiled sheepishly at his wife, the pieces of dried noodles stuck to his lips and cheeks as he spoke. " Sorry, Chichi. You know how much I like to eat,I didnt mean it." He grinned widely, hoping to be forgiven with his cute expression.
" Hmph. I wouldnt say anything cow. You ate twice as much as we did." Vegeta stuck up for himself, snickering in Chichi's face. " We all know how much you dont need it. Kami knows how long it'll take you to lose all that weight you've gained carrying a brat."
Chichi gasped, astounded at his audacity and curled up her sleeves, and stalked over to his side. Glaring down at him, Chichi lifted the spoon and held it in the air to hit him square on the face. Vegeta just gazed up at the pregnant 'brat-carrier' with indifference.
Slamming down the spoon, Chichi glared at Bulma when she caught the spoon quickly and effortlessly just bare inches from Vegeta's face. " Chichi, not now, ok sweetie? Remember the baby." Spinning around to the man in question, Bulma seethed. " And you, you have to watch what you're saying. You might be MR 'Prince of Saiyans' and all, but you're in my house. And in my house, we follow the rules." Vegeta only smirked up at her and stuffed a fork full of scrabled eggs in his mouth.
Rubbing her forehead with her fingers, Bulma rolled her eyes in frustration and grabbed the plate full of food that Chichi handed to her. " I'm going to go eat in my room. After breakfast we'll go down into the town square and go get some more food and supplies alright?"
" Sure, I'll get these two rowdy boys cleaned up and ready before you know it, Bulma." Chichi called after her as Bulma left the room. Waiting until she was out of sight, Chichi pulled the two grown Saiyans out of their chairs by their ears and whimpers and curses and all led them to the sink to get cleaned up for their morning trip to the city market.