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Vejita awoke with the hot covers stifling him. He opened his eyes wide. His hands gripping his 'comfort' pillow even tighter. There lying languidly was Bulma, with her face only inches from his own, head lying on the pillow with her hands clutching the other side. It appeared that the both of them had been fighting over this symbol of security. Bulma moaned when she felt the pillow move slightly away from her. She tore it back to her. That's when she heard a low growl. 'Now what the hell could that be?' She opened her eyes lazily snapping wide as her blue eyes met a fierce black gaze. She gasped. 'Damn! I overslept!' She almost quivered as she watched him studying her. His eyes narrowed. 'God, this cannot be good.' She slid away from him, hoping that he wouldn't say anything. If only she were that lucky... His hand shot out catching her wrist. "Well?" he looked up at her. She laughed nervously, "Well what?" she asked while trying to twist her wrist free. 'Geez, who am I kidding? He's got one hell of a death grip.' "Well, what are you doing here?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Um...I thought this was my room! Silly me!" She made a move to get up. "Right..."he smirked and suddenly released her. She stumbled to the door about to leave. "Woman, leave the pillow." She scowled at him and dropped the pillow at the door and left. "It was nice having you here, bitch, stop by anytime." He laughed deeply and cynically. She whirled around, "Bastard, I hope you burn in hell." He smiled at her, "Now why do I have to go there when I have my own blazing inferno standing before me." Bulma gritted her teeth. "Fuck you!" "No thanks, I'm tired." She growled and slammed the door. He chuckled to himself. 'I definitely got my own version of hell here. Like a plague, that woman is.'
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
"I hope SHE burns in hell." he muttered before changing into his suit and leaping off the balcony to the Gravitron below.
Bulma stalked into her room. Throwing a torrent in the walk-in closet, tossing clothes every which way. "Aha!" She finally pulled out her Capsule Corps. jump suit. Today was her day for hands-on engineering work, which she could not do in a business suit. It was a pleasant blue color with her name stitched on a nametag on her left chest. She pulled it on, tossing her nightgown onto the bed. 'Wait…nightgown…. Oh, shit!' she screamed in her mind. 'Ve-Vejita…he doesn't wear uh…pajamas, does he?' A visible drop of sweat trailed its way down the side of her face. 'Oh Hell! I just slept with a naked man!' She grabbed her hair in embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a few shades of red. To cover it up she powered her face with her compact vigorously and hurried down to breakfast. She shoved a piece of toast into her mouth and bolted for the hangar where Capsule Corps new project lay under large gray covering sheet, billowing in the breeze. She walked around the large bay, switching on all the computers and machines. Then climbing into the crane lift, she levitated herself to the roof. After pulling off a section of the covering, she began to work on a section of wiring. A few sparks jump out but she remained steadfast, her face serious and concentrated behind the fireshield.
Bulma had spent the day arguing with her father over simple changes in schematics but still, he refused to see how much simpler her plan was. She slammed her hands down frustrated on a control. "Uh...Ms. Briefs?" She turned to see Hecate. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I'm just so...so..." "Frustrated?" "Yes, for lack of a better word." "I came with the reports that you wanted concerning the bidding for the last project." "The chip?" "Yes, here's the stack." She handed Bulma a load of stuffed portfolios brimming with paper. "Thanks, Hecate." "No problem. Are you going to eat dinner?" "Dinner? All ready? I suppose so..." "Well then, good night."
Bulma strolled into the kitchen and headed to the pantry. She grabbed a box of Oreos and began to veg in front of the TV. Her mother came in from the sunroom. "Bulma dear, I'm making dinner." Bulma only nodded. "That's not very healthy." Bulma was about to retort when she heard a soft chuckle. "Oh, let the women get fat. That way she will be unable to move and therefore unable to harass anybody." Bulma shoved herself off the couch. "I am NOT getting fat!" "So says you," he pointed out. "And what would you know?" "Plenty seeing as I'm the strongest fighter in the universe." "I really doubt that." He growled, "Better quit while you're ahead, woman." "Oh please. What will you do? Since I'm so FAT, why don't I sit on you and kill you?" "I'll tell you when I'm good and ready to die, you'll be the first person I ask for help." She looked at him shocked, "How dare you?!" "What? Insult you? I thought you would have gotten over that by now. I should start insulting you more." "That's it!" She throws the bag of Oreos onto the coffee table. She poked her finger into his chest. "You think you got what it takes. Bring it on!" He just chuckled and stared at her finger implanted on his chest. "Woman? Your finger?" "Yeah? What about it?" she growled. "Do you want to lose it?" he asked in all seriousness. She quickly pulled it away. "That's what I thought." She whirled into the kitchen. "Mom!" Her mother bustled in from where she had been watching the whole encounter. "Yes, dear?" "Dinner?" "Oh, of course. Get started on the salad. I think I'm going to make some nice lasagna..." Vejita watched the two bustle around the kitchen, quite aware of the woman's anger simmering beneath the surface. He chuckled and whirled up to the stairs. "Good idea, Vejita," he heard her voice float from the kitchen. "I'm glad you started to notice the stench I've been having to live with for the past couple of week." He growled. "Yeah, stinky. Dinner will be ready when you're finished." He growled even louder and proceeded to the bathroom as loud as humanly—uh, better make that unhumanly—possible.
Bulma's mother sighed and turned to her, "I really wish you wouldn't anger him like that." "Oh please, Mom. He doesn't scare me." "Well, Bulma. We have a murderer in the house. If not for your safety of mind, than please placate him for mine." "I will do no such thing as—as…as placate him. Not if he was a three-year-old, a real bastard of a three- year-old he would be. I'd hate to see any of his children. God forbid, he has any. They'd be little terrors!" Bulma's mother chuckled, "That's a funny thought, dear." Bulma rolled her eyes, "It's more of a nightmarish one." They continued to laugh while Bulma tore leaves of lettuce and her mother cooked a few pans of lasagna.
Bulma picked up the cooked lasagnas and sitting down at the dinning room table, she stared out the bay window. She sighed heavily. So…this was to be the rest of her life. Cooking meals for a thankless man and slaving away like a dog for a severe father. 'Shit…it's gonna be a long life.' She didn't notice her melancholy behavior being monitored by her mother from the kitchen…(and perhaps another pair of eyes… I really didn't want to add that in there unnecessarily… I'm REALLY trying for in character here.) The rain began to drizzle lightly though the sky remained blue and unfazed. She took a small, precision knife and began to section the lasagnas, leaving a few uncut. Vejita did not even care to remove the pieces of lasagna from the pans so why should she even cut them up nice. Turning back to the window, she gave a wistful smile.
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love only stronger
She shivered unconsciously and moved to close the windows. Turning to her mother, she commented, "Isn't it a little cold in here, Mom?" "A little drafty, yes. The weather is so unpredictable. I don't care what those weathermen say." Bulma nodded in agreement, "Really weird weather. It was so clear yesterday and hot, too!" Vejita cleared his throat, making himself known to the room. Bulma looked uninterestedly at him; "It's all there. Just help yourself." He nodded and took a seat at the table. In record time, the table was cleared. Bulma shook her head disbelieving. "I'll never get used to your eating habits, Vejita." He looked at her strangely, "Well, you shouldn't. As soon as this android incident is over, you won't have to concern yourself over me anymore, woman." Shocked, "You're leaving?" He smirked, "You sound almost sad…" "As if," she scoffed. "I just thought your reign of terror would never end. Well, at least now I know there is hope." Walking out of the room, he threw over his shoulder, "Yes, with me gone, you can go back to lazing on your ass like you used to no doubt." He chuckled deeply, then was gone. "I DO NOT JUST SIT ON MY ASS!" she shot to a Vejita-less room. 'Arrogant ass… I wonder if I'll miss him. I mean, I never thought he would leave, true. But with this new information, how do I feel? I'll be alone…again.' She looked up angrily from her plate of food, "Wait!" Her mother turned around. "Did you say something, dear?" 'Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? Damn…' "Uh…no. It's okay." Her mother just went on humming in the kitchen. 'Uh…yeah, that was close. Can't start thinking out loud again… but where was I? Oh yeah, wait! When he's here I feel alone anyway, right? Maybe not as alone…and I have my mother anyway! But…it does feel good to have someone my own age here. Even he's a big mouth arrogant prince of asses. Maybe I'll adopt a child! Yeah, that would be super cool and really philanthropic of me to boot! Sure, I'll do that, first thing in the morning…' She stifled a yawn and stumbled upstairs. "Good night, mom" she called back to the room. "Good night, sweetheart…"
Bulma woke up tangled in her sheets (her OWN sheets this time heh heh). She stretched cat-like and rolled out of bed, crossing the large room to her personal computer near the balcony. She switched it on and connected to the Internet. Over the next few hours, she printed dozens of case files of children in need of adoption. She felt such a warm, bubbly feeling come over her when she realized that one of these children might become hers very soon and she wouldn't be alone. She would someone of her very own to take care of (besides Vejita) and to raise instead of being the one pampered by her mother and the Capsule Corporation as a whole. She was the daughter of the entire company and all the employees went out of their way to make her comfortable wherever she went. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but she really wished she could have someone to look after and not the other way around. 'Hmm… maybe I should start off with a dog or something.' But after looking at a few of the pictures enclosed in the files, she definitely wanted a kid. 'Aww…they are so cute!' Just then, her phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello, Hecate! Good morning to you too! Uh huh… mm hmm… I understand. I thought that wasn't till Monday? Oh, I see. Very well then. I'll be there in about an hour. Yes, I'll hurry. Good bye." She hung up the line with a frustrated sigh. 'Honestly, not a minutes' rest.' She stared back at the stack. "I wonder if I could dedicate myself." She picked up the papers and after changing into a suit, she headed downstairs. She placed the pile of profiles on the breakfast bar and went to grab a muffin. "Hello, dear." "Oh, hey mom! Uh…I got to go to the office this morning…" "But it's your day off! We were going to go shopping." "I know. I promise we'll go when I get back." "Okay, sweetie. You just do your best." "Don't I always?" "Of course." Bulma grabbed her keys off a hook by the door and took off for the downtown offices. There were some discrepancies in the tax work that needed to be rectified immediately and if there was a problem in the programming…well, that would have to be dealt with swiftly as well.
Bulma dragged herself through the front door of the house. "Mom?" she called weakly. No answer. She breathed out heavily. 'Good. Well at least I won't have to go out again for a little way.' She plopped down onto a stool, searching the flat top. 'Now where did I put those files?' She scratched her head. 'I thought I put them here… I guess Momma must've moved them out of the way. I guess I'll just look for them later.' She went upstairs to her private bath and ran herself a tub. She leaned back with her luscious blue hair piled on top of her head. When she was finished, she wrapped a dark blue terry cloth robe about her body. And that was exactly how she exited the bathroom: hair messily pinned on top with a few tendrils escaping to float about her face and her face flushed with the heat, to meet an irritated Vejita sitting on her bed. She jumped back, startled. "V-Vejita? What are you doing here?" He looked up from observing a carpet and eyed her shrewdly. "Maybe I should come back, woman, you look a mess." "Thanks, Vejita. But I take it you did not come here to give me fashion advice." "Correct," he admitted smugly. "Actually, I thought you would want this back." He handed her the pile of case files. She turned red. "Uh… you weren't supposed to see those." He shrugged, "What you do is no concern of mine. I just thought MAYBE you would want them since your father walked in, spotted them and threw them in the trash." "He did WHAT?" "No need to scream at me, wench." She ran a hand through her hair, coming to the clip, she pulled it out. Her aqua hair fell down from its perch to rest at her shoulders. "That little fuck…" "Tsk. Tsk. That's no way to speak of your father," he waggled a finger at her. "Screw you." He crossed his arms. "I believe we've had this conversation before…?" (Rewind to previous conversation… remember? Don't worry. I only remember vaguely.) He placed a finger in the corner of the stack. "What's the meaning of this anyway… an adoption? Agency?" She sighed, "It's a human thing. You-you wouldn't understand." "Try me." "Oh so now you want to talk to me?" "I've got time to burn." "Too bad for me." "Yes, too bad. Now answer the question." "It's…uh…like this. If you don't have children of your own, cough cough you can adopt someone else's child." He quirked an eyebrow, "Humans give up their offspring?" "Sometimes...if… there are certain circumstances. It's a little complex." He narrowed his eyes, "And you want to take in someone else's child?" "I was thinking about it," she shrugged, sitting on the corner of the bed drying her hair with a spare towel. "Well, when you told me you weren't going to stay…" she stopped to think her words. She didn't want to sound desperate. "…I thought maybe I should think about my future…and I don't know. This seemed like a good idea." He shifted positions uncomfortably. He didn't want to be the reason she did this. But hey, if she wanted to tie her life to total stranger's spawn. Who was HE to object? Only the prince of Saiyajins, but regardless… "Vejita…?" He had been staring into space. He turned his dark, unholy eyes on her and swallowed, almost afraid. "Does that answer your question?" He just turned to walk out of the room. She shrugged, taking that as a yes. Before he left, he looked at her, squeezing water out of her hair. "I never directly said I was going to leave, woman." And then he was gone. Bulma looked at the spot that he had occupied a few minutes before, stunned. She whispered to the darkness, "I guess I just always assumed. But no more…"
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
I wanna be daylight...
Vejita walked into his dark room, not bothering to turn on the light. It was warm enough. The light of the compound lighting outside was enough for him. He was too tired to do anything, much less change. He just rolled onto the covers and closed his eyes. 'Imagine...taking in some strange child to raise. That was just not in his instinct. The Saiyajin way was to reproduce and to only care for your own, possibly killing competition if it came to that. A Saiyajin would never raise another's child. It just…wasn't done! He had to admit that any child Bulma took in would be the most spoiled pampered brat on the globe. He was almost jealous as the amount of attention Bulma would lavish on the new addition to her household. He grimaced. 'Now this is ridiculous!' He flipped over on the plush covers and promptly fell asleep.
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Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't pretend to own it. I'm not a very good actress.
Thanks everyone who's been reviewing. It means a lot. And for whose of you who don't... *evil glare*
Vejita awoke with the hot covers stifling him. He opened his eyes wide. His hands gripping his 'comfort' pillow even tighter. There lying languidly was Bulma, with her face only inches from his own, head lying on the pillow with her hands clutching the other side. It appeared that the both of them had been fighting over this symbol of security. Bulma moaned when she felt the pillow move slightly away from her. She tore it back to her. That's when she heard a low growl. 'Now what the hell could that be?' She opened her eyes lazily snapping wide as her blue eyes met a fierce black gaze. She gasped. 'Damn! I overslept!' She almost quivered as she watched him studying her. His eyes narrowed. 'God, this cannot be good.' She slid away from him, hoping that he wouldn't say anything. If only she were that lucky... His hand shot out catching her wrist. "Well?" he looked up at her. She laughed nervously, "Well what?" she asked while trying to twist her wrist free. 'Geez, who am I kidding? He's got one hell of a death grip.' "Well, what are you doing here?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Um...I thought this was my room! Silly me!" She made a move to get up. "Right..."he smirked and suddenly released her. She stumbled to the door about to leave. "Woman, leave the pillow." She scowled at him and dropped the pillow at the door and left. "It was nice having you here, bitch, stop by anytime." He laughed deeply and cynically. She whirled around, "Bastard, I hope you burn in hell." He smiled at her, "Now why do I have to go there when I have my own blazing inferno standing before me." Bulma gritted her teeth. "Fuck you!" "No thanks, I'm tired." She growled and slammed the door. He chuckled to himself. 'I definitely got my own version of hell here. Like a plague, that woman is.'
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
"I hope SHE burns in hell." he muttered before changing into his suit and leaping off the balcony to the Gravitron below.
Bulma stalked into her room. Throwing a torrent in the walk-in closet, tossing clothes every which way. "Aha!" She finally pulled out her Capsule Corps. jump suit. Today was her day for hands-on engineering work, which she could not do in a business suit. It was a pleasant blue color with her name stitched on a nametag on her left chest. She pulled it on, tossing her nightgown onto the bed. 'Wait…nightgown…. Oh, shit!' she screamed in her mind. 'Ve-Vejita…he doesn't wear uh…pajamas, does he?' A visible drop of sweat trailed its way down the side of her face. 'Oh Hell! I just slept with a naked man!' She grabbed her hair in embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a few shades of red. To cover it up she powered her face with her compact vigorously and hurried down to breakfast. She shoved a piece of toast into her mouth and bolted for the hangar where Capsule Corps new project lay under large gray covering sheet, billowing in the breeze. She walked around the large bay, switching on all the computers and machines. Then climbing into the crane lift, she levitated herself to the roof. After pulling off a section of the covering, she began to work on a section of wiring. A few sparks jump out but she remained steadfast, her face serious and concentrated behind the fireshield.
Bulma had spent the day arguing with her father over simple changes in schematics but still, he refused to see how much simpler her plan was. She slammed her hands down frustrated on a control. "Uh...Ms. Briefs?" She turned to see Hecate. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I'm just so...so..." "Frustrated?" "Yes, for lack of a better word." "I came with the reports that you wanted concerning the bidding for the last project." "The chip?" "Yes, here's the stack." She handed Bulma a load of stuffed portfolios brimming with paper. "Thanks, Hecate." "No problem. Are you going to eat dinner?" "Dinner? All ready? I suppose so..." "Well then, good night."
Bulma strolled into the kitchen and headed to the pantry. She grabbed a box of Oreos and began to veg in front of the TV. Her mother came in from the sunroom. "Bulma dear, I'm making dinner." Bulma only nodded. "That's not very healthy." Bulma was about to retort when she heard a soft chuckle. "Oh, let the women get fat. That way she will be unable to move and therefore unable to harass anybody." Bulma shoved herself off the couch. "I am NOT getting fat!" "So says you," he pointed out. "And what would you know?" "Plenty seeing as I'm the strongest fighter in the universe." "I really doubt that." He growled, "Better quit while you're ahead, woman." "Oh please. What will you do? Since I'm so FAT, why don't I sit on you and kill you?" "I'll tell you when I'm good and ready to die, you'll be the first person I ask for help." She looked at him shocked, "How dare you?!" "What? Insult you? I thought you would have gotten over that by now. I should start insulting you more." "That's it!" She throws the bag of Oreos onto the coffee table. She poked her finger into his chest. "You think you got what it takes. Bring it on!" He just chuckled and stared at her finger implanted on his chest. "Woman? Your finger?" "Yeah? What about it?" she growled. "Do you want to lose it?" he asked in all seriousness. She quickly pulled it away. "That's what I thought." She whirled into the kitchen. "Mom!" Her mother bustled in from where she had been watching the whole encounter. "Yes, dear?" "Dinner?" "Oh, of course. Get started on the salad. I think I'm going to make some nice lasagna..." Vejita watched the two bustle around the kitchen, quite aware of the woman's anger simmering beneath the surface. He chuckled and whirled up to the stairs. "Good idea, Vejita," he heard her voice float from the kitchen. "I'm glad you started to notice the stench I've been having to live with for the past couple of week." He growled. "Yeah, stinky. Dinner will be ready when you're finished." He growled even louder and proceeded to the bathroom as loud as humanly—uh, better make that unhumanly—possible.
Bulma's mother sighed and turned to her, "I really wish you wouldn't anger him like that." "Oh please, Mom. He doesn't scare me." "Well, Bulma. We have a murderer in the house. If not for your safety of mind, than please placate him for mine." "I will do no such thing as—as…as placate him. Not if he was a three-year-old, a real bastard of a three- year-old he would be. I'd hate to see any of his children. God forbid, he has any. They'd be little terrors!" Bulma's mother chuckled, "That's a funny thought, dear." Bulma rolled her eyes, "It's more of a nightmarish one." They continued to laugh while Bulma tore leaves of lettuce and her mother cooked a few pans of lasagna.
Bulma picked up the cooked lasagnas and sitting down at the dinning room table, she stared out the bay window. She sighed heavily. So…this was to be the rest of her life. Cooking meals for a thankless man and slaving away like a dog for a severe father. 'Shit…it's gonna be a long life.' She didn't notice her melancholy behavior being monitored by her mother from the kitchen…(and perhaps another pair of eyes… I really didn't want to add that in there unnecessarily… I'm REALLY trying for in character here.) The rain began to drizzle lightly though the sky remained blue and unfazed. She took a small, precision knife and began to section the lasagnas, leaving a few uncut. Vejita did not even care to remove the pieces of lasagna from the pans so why should she even cut them up nice. Turning back to the window, she gave a wistful smile.
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be love only stronger
She shivered unconsciously and moved to close the windows. Turning to her mother, she commented, "Isn't it a little cold in here, Mom?" "A little drafty, yes. The weather is so unpredictable. I don't care what those weathermen say." Bulma nodded in agreement, "Really weird weather. It was so clear yesterday and hot, too!" Vejita cleared his throat, making himself known to the room. Bulma looked uninterestedly at him; "It's all there. Just help yourself." He nodded and took a seat at the table. In record time, the table was cleared. Bulma shook her head disbelieving. "I'll never get used to your eating habits, Vejita." He looked at her strangely, "Well, you shouldn't. As soon as this android incident is over, you won't have to concern yourself over me anymore, woman." Shocked, "You're leaving?" He smirked, "You sound almost sad…" "As if," she scoffed. "I just thought your reign of terror would never end. Well, at least now I know there is hope." Walking out of the room, he threw over his shoulder, "Yes, with me gone, you can go back to lazing on your ass like you used to no doubt." He chuckled deeply, then was gone. "I DO NOT JUST SIT ON MY ASS!" she shot to a Vejita-less room. 'Arrogant ass… I wonder if I'll miss him. I mean, I never thought he would leave, true. But with this new information, how do I feel? I'll be alone…again.' She looked up angrily from her plate of food, "Wait!" Her mother turned around. "Did you say something, dear?" 'Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? Damn…' "Uh…no. It's okay." Her mother just went on humming in the kitchen. 'Uh…yeah, that was close. Can't start thinking out loud again… but where was I? Oh yeah, wait! When he's here I feel alone anyway, right? Maybe not as alone…and I have my mother anyway! But…it does feel good to have someone my own age here. Even he's a big mouth arrogant prince of asses. Maybe I'll adopt a child! Yeah, that would be super cool and really philanthropic of me to boot! Sure, I'll do that, first thing in the morning…' She stifled a yawn and stumbled upstairs. "Good night, mom" she called back to the room. "Good night, sweetheart…"
Bulma woke up tangled in her sheets (her OWN sheets this time heh heh). She stretched cat-like and rolled out of bed, crossing the large room to her personal computer near the balcony. She switched it on and connected to the Internet. Over the next few hours, she printed dozens of case files of children in need of adoption. She felt such a warm, bubbly feeling come over her when she realized that one of these children might become hers very soon and she wouldn't be alone. She would someone of her very own to take care of (besides Vejita) and to raise instead of being the one pampered by her mother and the Capsule Corporation as a whole. She was the daughter of the entire company and all the employees went out of their way to make her comfortable wherever she went. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but she really wished she could have someone to look after and not the other way around. 'Hmm… maybe I should start off with a dog or something.' But after looking at a few of the pictures enclosed in the files, she definitely wanted a kid. 'Aww…they are so cute!' Just then, her phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello, Hecate! Good morning to you too! Uh huh… mm hmm… I understand. I thought that wasn't till Monday? Oh, I see. Very well then. I'll be there in about an hour. Yes, I'll hurry. Good bye." She hung up the line with a frustrated sigh. 'Honestly, not a minutes' rest.' She stared back at the stack. "I wonder if I could dedicate myself." She picked up the papers and after changing into a suit, she headed downstairs. She placed the pile of profiles on the breakfast bar and went to grab a muffin. "Hello, dear." "Oh, hey mom! Uh…I got to go to the office this morning…" "But it's your day off! We were going to go shopping." "I know. I promise we'll go when I get back." "Okay, sweetie. You just do your best." "Don't I always?" "Of course." Bulma grabbed her keys off a hook by the door and took off for the downtown offices. There were some discrepancies in the tax work that needed to be rectified immediately and if there was a problem in the programming…well, that would have to be dealt with swiftly as well.
Bulma dragged herself through the front door of the house. "Mom?" she called weakly. No answer. She breathed out heavily. 'Good. Well at least I won't have to go out again for a little way.' She plopped down onto a stool, searching the flat top. 'Now where did I put those files?' She scratched her head. 'I thought I put them here… I guess Momma must've moved them out of the way. I guess I'll just look for them later.' She went upstairs to her private bath and ran herself a tub. She leaned back with her luscious blue hair piled on top of her head. When she was finished, she wrapped a dark blue terry cloth robe about her body. And that was exactly how she exited the bathroom: hair messily pinned on top with a few tendrils escaping to float about her face and her face flushed with the heat, to meet an irritated Vejita sitting on her bed. She jumped back, startled. "V-Vejita? What are you doing here?" He looked up from observing a carpet and eyed her shrewdly. "Maybe I should come back, woman, you look a mess." "Thanks, Vejita. But I take it you did not come here to give me fashion advice." "Correct," he admitted smugly. "Actually, I thought you would want this back." He handed her the pile of case files. She turned red. "Uh… you weren't supposed to see those." He shrugged, "What you do is no concern of mine. I just thought MAYBE you would want them since your father walked in, spotted them and threw them in the trash." "He did WHAT?" "No need to scream at me, wench." She ran a hand through her hair, coming to the clip, she pulled it out. Her aqua hair fell down from its perch to rest at her shoulders. "That little fuck…" "Tsk. Tsk. That's no way to speak of your father," he waggled a finger at her. "Screw you." He crossed his arms. "I believe we've had this conversation before…?" (Rewind to previous conversation… remember? Don't worry. I only remember vaguely.) He placed a finger in the corner of the stack. "What's the meaning of this anyway… an adoption? Agency?" She sighed, "It's a human thing. You-you wouldn't understand." "Try me." "Oh so now you want to talk to me?" "I've got time to burn." "Too bad for me." "Yes, too bad. Now answer the question." "It's…uh…like this. If you don't have children of your own, cough cough you can adopt someone else's child." He quirked an eyebrow, "Humans give up their offspring?" "Sometimes...if… there are certain circumstances. It's a little complex." He narrowed his eyes, "And you want to take in someone else's child?" "I was thinking about it," she shrugged, sitting on the corner of the bed drying her hair with a spare towel. "Well, when you told me you weren't going to stay…" she stopped to think her words. She didn't want to sound desperate. "…I thought maybe I should think about my future…and I don't know. This seemed like a good idea." He shifted positions uncomfortably. He didn't want to be the reason she did this. But hey, if she wanted to tie her life to total stranger's spawn. Who was HE to object? Only the prince of Saiyajins, but regardless… "Vejita…?" He had been staring into space. He turned his dark, unholy eyes on her and swallowed, almost afraid. "Does that answer your question?" He just turned to walk out of the room. She shrugged, taking that as a yes. Before he left, he looked at her, squeezing water out of her hair. "I never directly said I was going to leave, woman." And then he was gone. Bulma looked at the spot that he had occupied a few minutes before, stunned. She whispered to the darkness, "I guess I just always assumed. But no more…"
I wanna be daylight in your eyes
I wanna be sunlight only warmer
I wanna be daylight...
Vejita walked into his dark room, not bothering to turn on the light. It was warm enough. The light of the compound lighting outside was enough for him. He was too tired to do anything, much less change. He just rolled onto the covers and closed his eyes. 'Imagine...taking in some strange child to raise. That was just not in his instinct. The Saiyajin way was to reproduce and to only care for your own, possibly killing competition if it came to that. A Saiyajin would never raise another's child. It just…wasn't done! He had to admit that any child Bulma took in would be the most spoiled pampered brat on the globe. He was almost jealous as the amount of attention Bulma would lavish on the new addition to her household. He grimaced. 'Now this is ridiculous!' He flipped over on the plush covers and promptly fell asleep.
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