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Chapter 8
Vegeta groaned. "Aw, Woman, can't I eat?" "Eat?? You have this big news for my life, and all you can think about is eating?!?" Bulma was about to explode. Vegeta shook his head and snickered, "For a Saiyan, you'd think you'd have more control over your mind and reactions...I'll have to train you-"
"What? What did you say?"
"You need more control." Vegeta smirked.
"No," Bulma said, sitting on the edge of her chair with her palms flat against the table top, food forgotten. Her voice trembled as she said, "Before that." Vegeta chuckled and replied, "Ah, you know what? I can't remember. Must have slipped my mind." "Vegeta...", Bulma growled, and Vegeta felt her ki jump to a ridiculously high level. "Hmm, that could be valuable knowledge...her ki jumps when she's angry...," he thought to himself, but said, "Woman, calm yourself, before you cause more destruction to this house." "Destruction?" Bulma asked, calming for a second to consider what he just said. "Destruction??" Vegeta mocked her, "Don't tell me that the mechanical genius neglected to notice that there was a gaping hole in her wall..." Vegeta snickered again...this was fun. "Of course I noticed it, baka!" Bulma exclaimed angrily, "How did it get there? You have no right to go around and destroy this house!"
"Me? I didn't touch your flimsy wall, Woman!"
"You didn't?" Bulma was puzzled. "Then who...?"
Vegeta smirked, but with less wrath than normal...it was closer to a smile. "You know the answer to that, Woman," he replied softly.
Bulma crossed her arms again, and sat in silence. She looked upward, as if considering the hole in her wall, then her right hand dropped to the tail wrapped around her waist, and realization came over her face. She looked right at Vegeta and said, without question, "I'm a Saiyan."
(Sidebar: Tee hee, I thought about ending here, but that would make the chapter way too short...)
Vegeta nodded his head and said, "Yes. You are Saiyan. Now can I eat?"
Bulma shook her head no, but sat once again in silence, so Vegeta ate without her consent, and sat with her, long after he had finished. He allowed himself to study her while she was oblivious...she was completely lost in thought. Vegeta watched as she stared at the floor, her arms once again folded across her chest, her feet flat on the ground. Her eyes were almost windows to her mind, and he watched as the thoughts raced through at frighteningly fast speeds. "She's trying to understand what none of us ever will," Vegeta realized, and cast his glance at his empty plate. He couldn't briefly asking himself the same questions, before deciding to mentally change the subject. Instead, he allowed himself to appreciate how attractive she was when lost in thought. "Thank Kami for these moments," he said to himself, "Where I can be me and still appreciate her..."
Bulma suddenly looked up and snapped her gaze in Vegeta's direction. Vegeta literally jumped, surprised by the suddenness of her reaction. "She's faster", he realized, "the surfacing of her Saiyan genes raised her speed...," Vegeta realized his eagerness..."I can't wait to train her." "How much do you know about me?" Bulma asked. "Have you figured out how it happened?" "Actually, while you were sleeping all morning, your father and I-" "What? My father knows already? And I was sleeping all morning? " Bulma stopped for a moment, then continued, "Vegeta,...what happened last night?"
"Calm down, woman, calm down. I will answer all of your questions eventually. I will have to teach you patience too, I see...well, let's start at the beginning..." Vegeta relayed the events of the previous evening, throwing in his snide comments, and was sure to put emphasis on the fact that Bulma called his name out in bed. Bulma reddened with mortification, not only at being told she had done such things, but also remembering doing them, too. Finally, Vegeta got to where Bulma shot him through the wall. He also told of what he did to Yamcha, but conveniently left out the credit he gave her..."Wouldn't want her to think I was going soft..." he thought. When he finished, Bulma sat for a moment, then said, "You mean you saw me nude?" Vegeta fell of his chair, hearing the daughter Briefs express the same sentiment as her father, hours before. "That's not what's important, baka!" he exploded. "I guess you didn't like it then," Bulma said quietly, more to herself, with her head cast downward. "That's not important, Woman! Damn you Briefs, can't you stay focused? Oh well, I will train that into your foolish human-trained mind, too."
Bulma snapped herself back into the topic. "Okay, that's one question answered...what did you and my father find out?" "Well...we took a sample of your blood and a sample of my blood and checked the genetic coding...you have the same genes that make you Saiyan as I. That is how we concluded that you were Saiyan." "What...uh, did my father say?" Bulma asked. Vegeta chuckled and replied, "He thought that I had ravished you and somehow transferred the genes to you." Bulma blushed furiously, which surprised Vegeta, who had braced for verbal impact..."I wonder if the thought appeals to the Woman..." He chuckled again. "Well," Bulma said, "did you tell him we didn't?" "Hmm...Woman, that seems to have slipped my mind also..." Vegeta smirked, and once again felt her ki jump to an enormously high level. Much to his amusement, she raised from her chair and placed her hands on her hips. With narrowed eyes, she glared at Vegeta, saying "Okay, then. That's enough. We know how, and only Kami knows why...now the question is what. What do I do now?"
"I will train you."
"You?" Bulma gaped...she hadn't thought of that. "Train me?"
"Yes, baka. I believe I am qualified to teach you how to control and perform perfectly, as your Saiyan blood demands of you. I will make you strong." Vegeta vowed.
Bulma sighed. "I don't have any better ideas..." she thought, and spoke, "If you think so, then I will. You have more experience, being Saiyan, than I do, so..."
"Exactly," Vegeta said, cutting off the rest of her thought. "Trust me." He looked deeply into her eyes and saw what she was feeling: fear, resentment, trepidation...but also that want, the same desire he had-power. "That, among other things," he said to himself with a smirk. "Well, then, we shall begin. Meet me in the anti-gravity chamber in an hour. Wear clothing you can move in." With that, he turned and headed toward the anti-gravity chamber, leaving Bulma in a daze.
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Chapter 8
Vegeta groaned. "Aw, Woman, can't I eat?" "Eat?? You have this big news for my life, and all you can think about is eating?!?" Bulma was about to explode. Vegeta shook his head and snickered, "For a Saiyan, you'd think you'd have more control over your mind and reactions...I'll have to train you-"
"What? What did you say?"
"You need more control." Vegeta smirked.
"No," Bulma said, sitting on the edge of her chair with her palms flat against the table top, food forgotten. Her voice trembled as she said, "Before that." Vegeta chuckled and replied, "Ah, you know what? I can't remember. Must have slipped my mind." "Vegeta...", Bulma growled, and Vegeta felt her ki jump to a ridiculously high level. "Hmm, that could be valuable knowledge...her ki jumps when she's angry...," he thought to himself, but said, "Woman, calm yourself, before you cause more destruction to this house." "Destruction?" Bulma asked, calming for a second to consider what he just said. "Destruction??" Vegeta mocked her, "Don't tell me that the mechanical genius neglected to notice that there was a gaping hole in her wall..." Vegeta snickered again...this was fun. "Of course I noticed it, baka!" Bulma exclaimed angrily, "How did it get there? You have no right to go around and destroy this house!"
"Me? I didn't touch your flimsy wall, Woman!"
"You didn't?" Bulma was puzzled. "Then who...?"
Vegeta smirked, but with less wrath than normal...it was closer to a smile. "You know the answer to that, Woman," he replied softly.
Bulma crossed her arms again, and sat in silence. She looked upward, as if considering the hole in her wall, then her right hand dropped to the tail wrapped around her waist, and realization came over her face. She looked right at Vegeta and said, without question, "I'm a Saiyan."
(Sidebar: Tee hee, I thought about ending here, but that would make the chapter way too short...)
Vegeta nodded his head and said, "Yes. You are Saiyan. Now can I eat?"
Bulma shook her head no, but sat once again in silence, so Vegeta ate without her consent, and sat with her, long after he had finished. He allowed himself to study her while she was oblivious...she was completely lost in thought. Vegeta watched as she stared at the floor, her arms once again folded across her chest, her feet flat on the ground. Her eyes were almost windows to her mind, and he watched as the thoughts raced through at frighteningly fast speeds. "She's trying to understand what none of us ever will," Vegeta realized, and cast his glance at his empty plate. He couldn't briefly asking himself the same questions, before deciding to mentally change the subject. Instead, he allowed himself to appreciate how attractive she was when lost in thought. "Thank Kami for these moments," he said to himself, "Where I can be me and still appreciate her..."
Bulma suddenly looked up and snapped her gaze in Vegeta's direction. Vegeta literally jumped, surprised by the suddenness of her reaction. "She's faster", he realized, "the surfacing of her Saiyan genes raised her speed...," Vegeta realized his eagerness..."I can't wait to train her." "How much do you know about me?" Bulma asked. "Have you figured out how it happened?" "Actually, while you were sleeping all morning, your father and I-" "What? My father knows already? And I was sleeping all morning? " Bulma stopped for a moment, then continued, "Vegeta,...what happened last night?"
"Calm down, woman, calm down. I will answer all of your questions eventually. I will have to teach you patience too, I see...well, let's start at the beginning..." Vegeta relayed the events of the previous evening, throwing in his snide comments, and was sure to put emphasis on the fact that Bulma called his name out in bed. Bulma reddened with mortification, not only at being told she had done such things, but also remembering doing them, too. Finally, Vegeta got to where Bulma shot him through the wall. He also told of what he did to Yamcha, but conveniently left out the credit he gave her..."Wouldn't want her to think I was going soft..." he thought. When he finished, Bulma sat for a moment, then said, "You mean you saw me nude?" Vegeta fell of his chair, hearing the daughter Briefs express the same sentiment as her father, hours before. "That's not what's important, baka!" he exploded. "I guess you didn't like it then," Bulma said quietly, more to herself, with her head cast downward. "That's not important, Woman! Damn you Briefs, can't you stay focused? Oh well, I will train that into your foolish human-trained mind, too."
Bulma snapped herself back into the topic. "Okay, that's one question answered...what did you and my father find out?" "Well...we took a sample of your blood and a sample of my blood and checked the genetic coding...you have the same genes that make you Saiyan as I. That is how we concluded that you were Saiyan." "What...uh, did my father say?" Bulma asked. Vegeta chuckled and replied, "He thought that I had ravished you and somehow transferred the genes to you." Bulma blushed furiously, which surprised Vegeta, who had braced for verbal impact..."I wonder if the thought appeals to the Woman..." He chuckled again. "Well," Bulma said, "did you tell him we didn't?" "Hmm...Woman, that seems to have slipped my mind also..." Vegeta smirked, and once again felt her ki jump to an enormously high level. Much to his amusement, she raised from her chair and placed her hands on her hips. With narrowed eyes, she glared at Vegeta, saying "Okay, then. That's enough. We know how, and only Kami knows why...now the question is what. What do I do now?"
"I will train you."
"You?" Bulma gaped...she hadn't thought of that. "Train me?"
"Yes, baka. I believe I am qualified to teach you how to control and perform perfectly, as your Saiyan blood demands of you. I will make you strong." Vegeta vowed.
Bulma sighed. "I don't have any better ideas..." she thought, and spoke, "If you think so, then I will. You have more experience, being Saiyan, than I do, so..."
"Exactly," Vegeta said, cutting off the rest of her thought. "Trust me." He looked deeply into her eyes and saw what she was feeling: fear, resentment, trepidation...but also that want, the same desire he had-power. "That, among other things," he said to himself with a smirk. "Well, then, we shall begin. Meet me in the anti-gravity chamber in an hour. Wear clothing you can move in." With that, he turned and headed toward the anti-gravity chamber, leaving Bulma in a daze.
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