Here's chapter 2 of my story. I would like to thank the people who have already responded, you're support of a new author means a lot. And I thought I didn't care about reviews! Ha! On with the story!
Once again Bulma was working in her lab when she heard Vegeta calling for her. She went to the door and met him stalking down the hall.
"Woman! There is no food in this house! How am I supposed to keep up my strength for training when I cant even get a decent meal?" he finished roaring at her, standing only inches away from her. Bulma had to fight down the totally inappropriate urge to laugh. Even though Vegeta's hair made him seem taller, he was just at eye level with her.
"You know, it's amazing how someone of such...slight stature can still manage to look down on everyone."
"I am the prince of the Saiyans, and so obviously above you," Vegeta said, standing tall and proud...or at least proud.
"Yeah, except in height," Bulma replied scathingly.
"Woman, are you going to make me some food now or not?"
"Since you cant even be bothered to call me by my name, I think NOT! You're gonna have to go shopping yourself if you want any food."
"You want me, Prince Vegeta, last and greatest of the most illustrious race of warriors in the universe to go shopping! I think not!"
"Good, then you can just starve! You're head's so big it probably couldn't fit through the door anyway!" Bulma could be pretty stubborn when angry, as much as Vegeta could be, so these screaming matches between the two of them were not out of the ordinary. Still, when Dr. Briefs heard the raised voices, he headed to the lab to see what the problem was.
"Oh, well, that's no problem. I'll just ask Mrs. Briefs to go to the store to pick up some food. That way neither of you has to interrupt your important work," he said, and headed out of the room. Vegeta smirked at Bulma, in the way only he could, which drover her crazy.
"All right, then I'll go back to my training. Let me know when my food is ready," he said negligently, making her feel like a lowly servant. He chuckled quietly under his breath at the look of absolute fury on her face. It was too easy.
"Ohh! He makes me so mad!" cried Bulma. "I cant believe I asked that pompous jerk to move in here, just so that I can spend all my time waiting on him hand and foot! What is the matter with me?" She stormed around her lab for a while, alleviating her feelings by throwing anything you could find. This went on for quite some time, until her mother interrupted her.
"Bulma dear, I'm back-oh my goodness, what happened!? Your father told me you and Vegeta had another fight, but he didn't mention that he trashed the place! Are you sure its safe to have him living here?"
Bulma looked a little embarrassed. "No mom, I did this. Vegeta just makes me so mad."
"Oh, I understand, dear. It can be so frustrating when men don't notice what's right in front of them. Don't worry, I'm sure you and Vegeta can work past this."
Bulma was puzzled. "What are you talking about, Mom? There is no 'me and Vegeta.'"
"Sure dear, I understand," her mother replied knowingly. "You don't want to tell people yet. Anyway, I'm going to go start dinner, why don't you tell Vegeta that it'll be ready soon and he should stop training now and take a shower."
"Okay," said Bulma, still confused as to what her mother meant. She decided to just forget it for a while.
She went to the Gravity Trainer (GT) to tell Vegeta it was time to eat. Since he was training inside the chamber at 200 times Earth's gravity, she decided to use the intercom.
"Hey Vegeta-oh no!" Bulma had accidentally distracted Vegeta just as every training machine in there shot an energy beam at him. The first few made him scream, but by the time Bulma managed to power down the GT, he was past pain. She rushed in the room to try to wake him up.
"Vegeta, please wake up. Come on, speak to me. I know you're too tough to let a few energy beams stop you." Slowly Vegeta's eyes cracked open.
"Stupid...woman," he managed to croak before the darkness claimed him again. For once Bulma agreed with him completely; this was all her fault. And if anything was wrong with him...if he was really hurt...she knew, somehow, that her world would never be right again. She quickly ran to get her parents, and together they managed to get Vegeta to his bed. Bulma paced anxiously outside the room while her father checked him over, not willing to examine her feelings too closely, just knowing that he needed to be all right. Finally, her father came out of the room.
"Now don't worry, Bulma, he'll be just fine. All he needs is some bed rest for a few days." Bulma sagged against the wall in relief when she heard this. At first Dr. Briefs was taken aback by the intensity of her reaction to Vegeta's hurt, but then he remembered his recent conversation with his wife. "Well, I guess she was right. Hahaha, who would have thought it, my little girl and Vegeta." And chuckling to himself, he walked down the hall.
Bulma barely noticed his departure. She quietly opened the door to Vegeta's room, trying not to make any noise to disturb him. At the sight of the bruises and cuts covering his body, a quiet sob escaped form Bulma, and she quietly began to cry. The slight noises she made caused Vegeta to stir in his sleep, rolling over and muttering, "Bulma."
She looked up, expecting to see him looking back at her. But to her surprise, he was still deep asleep. "Wow," she thought, "He must be dreaming about me. I wonder what's going through his mind? I bet he's probably thinking about how he's going to yell at me when he wakes up." Bulma turned and quietly made her way out of the room. She resolved to ask him about the dream when he was awake.