.To trust again:::…
Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols: "….." = Talking *…..* = Thinking […..] = Author's note
Last time on 'to trust again'
_.-+†+-._ He frowned and stared at the door where Bulma had stood just 10 minutes earlier. He was determined not to let history repeat itself, he was going to have to help Bulma through this, he wouldn't let her end up like his mother. New memories of his mother's death began to surface but he wouldn't let them, and with a growl, he ran out of the room _.-+†+-._
Chapter 3 ~~ A master plan
Bulma sat in her room, the lights where out and the curtains closed. It was 9 in the morning but she didn't want to be bothered, she just sat there, staring into the dark room that suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore. But she didn't feel safe anywhere at the time so she figured her room would have to do. Her mother had come up to her a couple of times but couldn't get a real response from her daughter so she called her husband, who didn't know what to do either so they just left her there, in the dark.
There was a knock on the door. "yes." Bulma responded in a soft, flat voice.
"Bulma honey, are you hungry?" A concerned question came from the other side of the door.
"No."
It was silent for a couple of seconds before Mrs. Briefs answered, her voice didn't sound as happy and careless as it used to.
"Okay, I'll just leave it out here. For when you change your mind."
Bulma listened to her mothers footsteps that slowly faded away before everything went quiet again.
She sat there for a good hour, just trying to sort everything out when there was another knock on the door, but not nearly as soft and hesitantly as her mothers. "Woman!" Bulma sighed as she recognized the harsh voice immediately. "Get lost Vegeta." She said, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Onna, that stupid machine broke again. It can't even withstand a blast that wouldn't even hurt one of those pathetic weaklings that you call fighters around here!" Bulma sighed, couldn't he ever give her a break. Didn't he know what had happened to her? Off course he does. She told herself. He just doesn't care…
Vegeta brought his fist down on the door again, he hated to do this but it was the only way to snap her out of it. He had to keep her busy so she wouldn't get a chance to drift away. He had to keep her with him. He didn't have to wait very long 'caus the door slowly opened a second later and a lifeless Bulma came out. Vegeta watched her walk by, her cheek was still a little red but had started to heal nicely a day ago, her back was a little broader because of the large bandage around it and her arm still had it's cast. He grimaced, the last thing he wanted to do was cause her more pain but he didn't have a choice. If he let her rot away in her room, she would get so depressed she'd never get better. And by that he didn't mean her wounds, they would heal fine, he meant herself, she'd never be the same old Bulma they all knew and he wouldn't, couldn't let that happen.
Bulma angrily connected another broken wire to the panel with a large frown on her face, how dare he do this to her! That bastard! She screamed in her head, she'd get him for this… Suddenly an idea popped up in her head and her frown turned into a wicked grin as she started working harder to get her job finished in time.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow as Bulma walked into the kitchen. "It's finished." She simply said, got herself a cup of coffee and disappeared again. This can't be right. He thought and stuffed his last sandwich in his mouth, pondering Bulma's behaviour as he started on his way towards the G.T.
-(~~*~~)-
Later that day Bulma sat on the couch in the living room, not even paying attention to the television that was playing some boring old movie. Her mind was somewhere else completely, working out her plan to get even with Vegeta…She didn't even notice how all the thoughts about what happened only a week ago never even entered her head… *I just have to wait until that blockhead Vegeta breaks the training bots again, which won't take too long, and I'll have the perfect opportunity to make him pay.* Bulma thought angrily. But then her thoughts started to drift. But wasn't he the one that saved you, didn't he blast those bastards to hell and back for you? The questions came to her automatically and automatically Bulma pushed them away again. That bastard doesn't care about anyone but himself, he deserves it. She answered sternly and continued working out her plan.
Just 2 days later a loud yell filled the air and Bulma's face contorted as an evil grin spread across her face, now it was her time to get even.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta closed the heavy door behind him with a frown on his face and waited for the lights to turn on. Something was up but he couldn't figure out what… The onna had been distracted the last few days, he would have expected her to lock herself up in her room but she'd just continued working in her lab. He sighed, walked up to the control panel and typed in 200 to get warmed up. By now he was used to training at 500 times earths normal gravity but he always got started at 200. As soon as the gravity was all the way up, the drones came into action. They where smashed to bits that morning by a diverted blast and the strange thing was that Bulma fixed them without too much complaining. Something defiantly was up. He shook his head and eyed the robots carefully as he shot a medium strong ki-blast at one of them, crunching down into a fighting stance.
The blast bounced from side to side for a while as Vegeta kept dodging it but after 5 minutes, it suddenly stopped. Vegeta turned around to look at the drone that had last touched it. The stupid thing must still be broken. He figured and was about to approach it when it started humming softly. His eyebrow rose just a little bit when the robot started glowing a soft red. Than, without any warning, it shot off two blasts, each as powerful as the first one Vegeta had released.
Vegeta dodged the energy just in time and they rushed past him with incredible speed, he didn't remember programming them to do that…Both blasts where bounced back but each time they hit that one robot, they multiplied. It all went so fast, Vegeta hardly got time to react in order to dodge the blasts and come out alive. In no time there where 8 balls of energy racing through the room, Vegeta hadn't been hit yet but he knew he couldn't handle any more so he had 2 choices… Wait for hundreds of blasts to finally finish him off, or take out that one drone. But that would mean he'd need time, and that was one thing he didn't have. But he had to try, anything better than being killed by your own attack…
He waited for the right opportunity but by now there where 16 blasts aimed at him so he quickly gathered his last bit of energy, everything he had was in that and he defiantly couldn't afford to make any mistakes. He formed the energy into a small, glowing ball, still furiously working on not getting hit. Everything went in slow-motion, he flew up, aimed and released the blast, hoping his aim wasn't off. It hit the robot and it exploded, scattering into a thousand bits but it was too late for Vegeta, he could feel the ki blasts coming at him, all of them. He closed his eyes, it was all he could do until he was surrounded by a blinding light and his ear splitting scream filled the air as an agonizing wave of pain washed over his body
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Disclaimer: DBZ belongs to Akria Toriyama
Symbols: "….." = Talking *…..* = Thinking […..] = Author's note
Last time on 'to trust again'
_.-+†+-._ He frowned and stared at the door where Bulma had stood just 10 minutes earlier. He was determined not to let history repeat itself, he was going to have to help Bulma through this, he wouldn't let her end up like his mother. New memories of his mother's death began to surface but he wouldn't let them, and with a growl, he ran out of the room _.-+†+-._
Chapter 3 ~~ A master plan
Bulma sat in her room, the lights where out and the curtains closed. It was 9 in the morning but she didn't want to be bothered, she just sat there, staring into the dark room that suddenly didn't feel so safe anymore. But she didn't feel safe anywhere at the time so she figured her room would have to do. Her mother had come up to her a couple of times but couldn't get a real response from her daughter so she called her husband, who didn't know what to do either so they just left her there, in the dark.
There was a knock on the door. "yes." Bulma responded in a soft, flat voice.
"Bulma honey, are you hungry?" A concerned question came from the other side of the door.
"No."
It was silent for a couple of seconds before Mrs. Briefs answered, her voice didn't sound as happy and careless as it used to.
"Okay, I'll just leave it out here. For when you change your mind."
Bulma listened to her mothers footsteps that slowly faded away before everything went quiet again.
She sat there for a good hour, just trying to sort everything out when there was another knock on the door, but not nearly as soft and hesitantly as her mothers. "Woman!" Bulma sighed as she recognized the harsh voice immediately. "Get lost Vegeta." She said, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Onna, that stupid machine broke again. It can't even withstand a blast that wouldn't even hurt one of those pathetic weaklings that you call fighters around here!" Bulma sighed, couldn't he ever give her a break. Didn't he know what had happened to her? Off course he does. She told herself. He just doesn't care…
Vegeta brought his fist down on the door again, he hated to do this but it was the only way to snap her out of it. He had to keep her busy so she wouldn't get a chance to drift away. He had to keep her with him. He didn't have to wait very long 'caus the door slowly opened a second later and a lifeless Bulma came out. Vegeta watched her walk by, her cheek was still a little red but had started to heal nicely a day ago, her back was a little broader because of the large bandage around it and her arm still had it's cast. He grimaced, the last thing he wanted to do was cause her more pain but he didn't have a choice. If he let her rot away in her room, she would get so depressed she'd never get better. And by that he didn't mean her wounds, they would heal fine, he meant herself, she'd never be the same old Bulma they all knew and he wouldn't, couldn't let that happen.
Bulma angrily connected another broken wire to the panel with a large frown on her face, how dare he do this to her! That bastard! She screamed in her head, she'd get him for this… Suddenly an idea popped up in her head and her frown turned into a wicked grin as she started working harder to get her job finished in time.
Vegeta quirked an eyebrow as Bulma walked into the kitchen. "It's finished." She simply said, got herself a cup of coffee and disappeared again. This can't be right. He thought and stuffed his last sandwich in his mouth, pondering Bulma's behaviour as he started on his way towards the G.T.
-(~~*~~)-
Later that day Bulma sat on the couch in the living room, not even paying attention to the television that was playing some boring old movie. Her mind was somewhere else completely, working out her plan to get even with Vegeta…She didn't even notice how all the thoughts about what happened only a week ago never even entered her head… *I just have to wait until that blockhead Vegeta breaks the training bots again, which won't take too long, and I'll have the perfect opportunity to make him pay.* Bulma thought angrily. But then her thoughts started to drift. But wasn't he the one that saved you, didn't he blast those bastards to hell and back for you? The questions came to her automatically and automatically Bulma pushed them away again. That bastard doesn't care about anyone but himself, he deserves it. She answered sternly and continued working out her plan.
Just 2 days later a loud yell filled the air and Bulma's face contorted as an evil grin spread across her face, now it was her time to get even.
-(~~*~~)-
Vegeta closed the heavy door behind him with a frown on his face and waited for the lights to turn on. Something was up but he couldn't figure out what… The onna had been distracted the last few days, he would have expected her to lock herself up in her room but she'd just continued working in her lab. He sighed, walked up to the control panel and typed in 200 to get warmed up. By now he was used to training at 500 times earths normal gravity but he always got started at 200. As soon as the gravity was all the way up, the drones came into action. They where smashed to bits that morning by a diverted blast and the strange thing was that Bulma fixed them without too much complaining. Something defiantly was up. He shook his head and eyed the robots carefully as he shot a medium strong ki-blast at one of them, crunching down into a fighting stance.
The blast bounced from side to side for a while as Vegeta kept dodging it but after 5 minutes, it suddenly stopped. Vegeta turned around to look at the drone that had last touched it. The stupid thing must still be broken. He figured and was about to approach it when it started humming softly. His eyebrow rose just a little bit when the robot started glowing a soft red. Than, without any warning, it shot off two blasts, each as powerful as the first one Vegeta had released.
Vegeta dodged the energy just in time and they rushed past him with incredible speed, he didn't remember programming them to do that…Both blasts where bounced back but each time they hit that one robot, they multiplied. It all went so fast, Vegeta hardly got time to react in order to dodge the blasts and come out alive. In no time there where 8 balls of energy racing through the room, Vegeta hadn't been hit yet but he knew he couldn't handle any more so he had 2 choices… Wait for hundreds of blasts to finally finish him off, or take out that one drone. But that would mean he'd need time, and that was one thing he didn't have. But he had to try, anything better than being killed by your own attack…
He waited for the right opportunity but by now there where 16 blasts aimed at him so he quickly gathered his last bit of energy, everything he had was in that and he defiantly couldn't afford to make any mistakes. He formed the energy into a small, glowing ball, still furiously working on not getting hit. Everything went in slow-motion, he flew up, aimed and released the blast, hoping his aim wasn't off. It hit the robot and it exploded, scattering into a thousand bits but it was too late for Vegeta, he could feel the ki blasts coming at him, all of them. He closed his eyes, it was all he could do until he was surrounded by a blinding light and his ear splitting scream filled the air as an agonizing wave of pain washed over his body
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