Swimming Pell?

drip....drip.....drip.....

Drops of sweat fell from Bulma's forehead and landed on the tile floor. Bulma reached over at wiped her face with a towel.

"Stupid air conditioning..." Bulma mumbled angrily. The air vent in her lab had broken, and as of tonight she didn't have any way to get 15 feet up in the air to reach it. The room was shockingly tall so she could fit things such as sayian space ships in it.

Bulma glanced over at the clock as she had done the previous night. "7:30..." she looked back to her project, "Not to shabby for only three hours if I do say so myself."

She stood up and arched her back. "It's so blasted hot in here....." she groaned. "Hmm.....I think it's time for a night swim." She grinned thinking of the cool, refreshing water, and headed up stairs to change.

Bulma reappeared about a minute later carrying a towel and wearing a light blue two piece. She was particularly fond of this one because it was comfortable and she didn't have to pull it up every five seconds.

As she headed for the back yard she glanced out of a window, it was fairly dark out and the pale figure of a half moon was visible. Another light caught her eye, the Gravity machine was still on.

"Does he ever quit?" she wondered silently.

Bulma laid her towel out on a deck chair and walked over to the diving board. She dived in to the water with a small splash and came back up in the shallow end of the pool.

"That's better..." she thought contentedly, laying back and allowing herself to float on the water's surface.

If you have ever just floated on the water's surface you may know how you can heat the eco of yourself breathing, or know how relaxing it is to lay with your eyes closed and have the water gently lift and lower you. If so then you have a pretty good idea of how relaxed Bulma was. Maybe that's why she didn't hear the gravity machine power down......

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Vegeta was absolutely drenched with sweat and was exhausted. He had managed to put everything out of his mind , especially Bulma, and think only of becoming the legendary fighter of his race, a super saiyan. And in this mood he was feeling particularly superior to all around him, like a king to his servants. And as off this moment, that's all the earthlings were to him, servants.

Vegeta padded his face and neck with a towel but he was still drenched. "Well I suppose a shower would do it, but I have a better idea," Vegeta smirked at where his own thought was going, "I felt the woman's ki go down to the, what do those baka humans call it.....swimming....swimming pell." The corner of his mouth tugged further up as his thought continued, "I think I'll give her a little reminder of exactly who is in charge here, and cool off as well." With this in mind Vegeta strutted out of the gravity machine and onto the moist front lawn.

A/N: Hey! It's me again! I'm sorry it took me so long to get that chapter out! Once again I was dragged off by my parents, and then when I got back my internet went dead! And then I couldn't get the dumb text to post! Oy vay... But my computer and text is all better now! So please don't kill me... *hides*