Warriors At Heart
By: Wind Nymph
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z/Gt or any other famous products that may appear in this fic- such as coffee. It is commmon sence people. ^_^ Also- this is my first fic EVER so be gentle.
Chapter Four
Darkness. That's all it was. Their was no light to be found in the view of the Saiyan King. His entire body ached from the blast he had taken on. How was he still alive? Surely Tanly would have captured his now useless body and taken him against his will to the Dymien king. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he was deep within the fish looking monsters ship at this very moment. His heart skipped a beat when two soft fingers suddenly yet gently touched his arm- but he still kept his eyes closed. "Vegeta," a femle voice echoed in his ears. She was right next to his face. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, "If you can hear me don't worry. I am just taking a DNA sample. Then I will give you a senzu bean and you will be as good as new." Following her kind words he felt a harsh pinch. That must have been the sample.
His eyes were still closed- he couldn't seem to find the strength to open them. He had never been so weak in his entire life, and all because something possessed him to protect that woman. The woman. Was this the same female taking samples? Was the blue haired beauty the same one that promised this miracle cure? He had to know. With a great deal of energy- he mustered up all the strength he had left in him to open his eyes. A brilliant light flooded into him. God it was so bright. That was all he could see for several moments until it was clouded by a miraculous blue. It brushed across his face as she leaned over him. It was soft and long, wavy and so silky. It was her hair. Yes- he remembered now.
"B- B-" he began to stutter out trying to will his broken voice to work properly. "B- Bulma." It took a lot but her name finally rolled off of his tongue.
Bulma released a small gasp from the shock of him knowing her name. How did he know? Yamcha told her his name was Vegeta and that he was the king- that was the only reason she knew him- but this man never had a chance to get hers because he was too busy throwing himself infront of her. "Yes, it is me." she said in a soothing tone. "Wait one moment king- don't speak." with that she rushed off from his sight only to return a few moments later with a small bean in hand.
"Here your highness- swallow this." she said and gently forced the bean into his mouth and held his nose in order to make him swallow. "You will feel like a million bucks in a moment. Your scars are already starting to heal."
She was right. He could feel himself rejuvinating with every breath he took. What was happening to him? He was not in a tank of any kind, yet he healed so rapidly. All the strength he once took for granted was returning to him faster than he ever imagined. With a low growl he sat up while clenching his fist checking to see if it worked properly. It did- actually, come to think of it- that little bean had healed a wound from childhood that not even the regeneration tanks could get to! "What magic is this woman?" he asked gruffly.
She laughed lightly and pulled a strand of hair from her face. "It isn't magic silly- it is a senzu bean. They grow wild in this area but not many people know of its healing abilities. How are you feeling? Better? Stand up and let me take a look at you."
"Watch who you order around woman." he warned while complying to her wishes.
Bulma furrowed her blue brow and poked her index finger into his chest, "I could say the same for you buddy! You aren't on your planet anymore- you are in my house, and I will not be disrespected." she said forcefully allowing her anger to seep through.
Vegeta stood in utter shock, "Are you royalty?" he asked and watched as Bulma poked and rubbed radom joints to check if they healed completely. "The only women I know of that spoke like that happened to be looking for a king. I however have no time for such nonsense,"
"No." Bulma replied and looked up to examine his face. She cupped his strong jaw in her hands and turned his head in different directions looking for any type of mark. "I am not royalty but a girl can always dream right?" she spoke with a giggle. Vegeta however was not laughing, not becasue he was trying to be strong, but because he honestly did not know what was so funny. To make up for his ignorance, he watched her movements. She certainly did not move like royalty. No grace what so ever. Granted she was not droppping everything that met her hands, but she was no princess. Besides, what daughter of a king would be found in a lab of sorts examining and healing men. She had better be careful- some men of his race would take her shameless touching as an invitation. A smirk formed on his face at the thought.
"Woman, why are you working in this place? Are you a servant?"
"First of all YOUR HIGHNESS! I have a name, Bulma! Learn it- use it. And second of all, NO I am not a servant. Here on earth we do not have servants unless that is what they wish, like a buttler or something- but even they get paid."
Vegeta stepped foward and placed a strong hand on Bulma's back in order to ensure she would not get away from him, "Is it my imagination, WOMAN, or are you truely getting short with me?"
Out of instinct Bulma pushed her hands against his chest trying to get out of his strong grasp. "Let me go!" she demanded while making futile attempts of escape. "Look, I don't know who you think you are or what your getting at, but you better get over it. I will not be insulted in my own home!"
"Who is insulting you? I just asked a simple question." he said as he took in the scent of her hair.
"Hey Bulma I..." Yamcha stopped dead in his tracks as he caught site of the vision before him. His Bulma was in the arms of the Saiyan king! "What's going on here?" he asked in a low tone. Vegeta followed Yamcha's gaze all the way to Bulma. Perhaps she was marked after all. With that thought he released her.
"We were having a little conversation." He replied arrogantly and watched Yamcha cross the room and wrap his arms around Bulma possessivley. For some unknown reason when he saw her in his arms he twitched and felt some sort of emotion rise in his stomach. It felt as hot as fire, yet as cold as ice- jealousy?
Bulma smiled, "You remember Yamcha right? I called him to carry you back to the lab so I could heal you. It was the least I could do since you saved my life."
"Yes, but what happened with Tanly, who defeated him?"
"You did." Bulma replied quickly. "I wasn't completly watching but when I looked he was nothing but a puddle on the ground and you were just passing out."
The mighty king soon found it hard to shake his rising emotions and quickly leapt off the bed. Bulma gasped and rushed foward to wrap one hand around his middle and push the other against his chest. "No wait- what are you doing? Where do you think you're going? You need to stay here and let me run more test."
More gently than Vegeta knew he grabbed her hands and spoke, "I am fine. Thank you for your assisstance, but I have a race to train. The day will soon come when we can return to our home planet and defeat the Dymien Jins. Your kindness will not be forgotten."
Bulma listened intently as he spoke. Whether she realized it or not, Yamcha's power level was steadil rising. "Well wait. Stay here. You don't have anywhere else to go. I am sure we have enough space to house most of your troops and if not then pull your ships out back. We have hundreds of acres. Just stay here. I need to finish the medicals and I am sure the gravity room will be completed shortly, it could help you prepare."
"Bulma," Yamcha cut in. "he obviously doesn't want to stay, just let him..."
"What is a gravity machine?" Vegeta asked completly ignoring Yamcha.
Bulma smiled and pushed Vegeta back forcing him to sit on the medical table before resting her hands on his thighs. "Well. The idea behind it came from Goku of all people. It is a machine that can duplicate the Earths gravity hundreds of times if need be. It will speed up the training process."
Vegeta was astonished. He knew from the first time he heard the name the machine would be incredible but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine it to be this great. "Is it possible to build such a detailed contraption?"
"Well." Yamcha stated loudly making them both jump. They had nearly forgotten about him. "If anyone can do it, it would be my little Bulma here." he said as her draped his arms around her shoulders. "she is a certified genius. The top in all of her classes and now in her entire field."
"Bulma." Vegeta started, "If you can build this machine it will not go un noticed. You will be greatly rewarded and honored. I will gather my men and relocate them to this area. But considering the fragilness of your race and the brutalness of mine, I am insisting that the men sleep in their pods."
"Fine." she agreed slapping her hands together. "And I am insisting that you sleep inside."
"What?" Yamcha and Vegeta asked in unison.
"Well- you are not well. I need to finish my tests and make sure your anatomy does not reject the senzu bean, though I honestly don't see why it would, you seem to be very similar to us, well, all except the tail." she said as she ran her fingers along the smooth, furry belt wrapped tightly around his waist. Vegeta nearly fell over right then. His tail had always been very sensitive like all Saiyans, but this touch was so foriegn to him it almost felt... sensual. Before he let himself be found out he pulled his tail out of her grasp catching her off gaurd. "You okay? Listen, I think I will just make Goku round them up and you stay here. I'll just go tell him to.."
"Woman- Don't bother. I will gather.."
"I THINK you should listen to me on this, I am afterall the doctor, you are the patient. Yamcha- keep him company I will be right back."
"But Bulma.." Yamcha began. However, when Bulma sent 'the look' his way he put his hands up in a surrendering motion and complied. She nodded in approval and walked up the long, black stairs to the lab and out the door. The two men could hear her begin to bark out orders.
"So." Vegeta said with a smirk as he crossed his arms. "She is your woman?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I could tell by the look she just shot you. Besides, you seem to be very protective of her, as you should be." he said looking Yamcha straight in the eye.
Yamcha furrowed an eyebrow before responding, "What is that supposed to mean?"
"My race is very agressive, You may want to watch your woman or someone will try to take her from you. And believe me, from your power reading I'd say it won't be a problem."
With a gasp of terror and anger Yamcha clenched his fist and took a bold step foward, "Look Vegeta- I don't know what you are getting at, but don't you try anything! You will regret it."
"Oh? Is that a fact?"
"No. It is a promise,"
AN- Alright, took me forever to get this one out, but only because its only purpose is to create tension between Yamcha and Vegeta. Other than that it is pointless. haha. BTW- RUBEN IS IN THE FINALS!!! GO RUBEN! 205! (Sorry Clay- I love ya, I really do- but I was raised in Alabama- Birmingham to be exact!)