Yamcha. At the sight of his grinning face beneath the glass of that frame
an unexplainable anger came over Vegeta. He positively seethed with rage as
he took the frame in his hand, his grip threatening to crush the tender
clay. That unfaithful shit head! Vegeta thought to himself, staring at the
soap-box smile on the bastard's face, and positively loathing the way his
hair fell across his forehead. That woman was nothing but faithful to him,
and how does that cretin repay her? Follows his dick all over town and
breaks her heart....If she were my woman I would treat her better. As soon
as that thought entered his head Vegeta questioned his own sanity. Some
strange faramone of the room had infected him and made him think
uncharacteristically foolish thoughts.
Tossing the frame down on the desk, Vegeta groaned. "What is wrong with me?!? Sighing loudly at his own witless compassion that came out of seemingly nowhere. "Why can't I get that woman out of my head?" He asked again, wishing that someone would tell him the answer to that question that plagued him.
Vegeta shook his head, and looked down underneath his legs at the white sheets. Pure and clean, just like Bulma...
"ARRRR!" He screamed, beating himself on the side of the head with a hand. "Damn you you moronic, obsessive man! You are the Prince of Saiyans damn you! You can not be attracted to some loud mouthed, ugly, dense little earth woman. You are above that!" He shouted to himself, attempting to come up with his own little affirmations of virtue to replace the wicked thoughts of Bulma cooking in his brain.
He had to get out of there and get some air or he was never going to get himself back to normal. These thoughts weren't going to leave him unless replaced by the face of Kakkarott being pounded into the ground. That would certainly help Vegeta's morality. Knock a few teeth out of Kakkarotts grinning face and he would be good as new. Jumping to his feet, the blood thirsty Prince launched himself out the window and in the direction of the Son household. He needed something to distract him, and he needed it fast.
Vegeta's aura pounded through the night like an overly bright star that had just entered the earths atmosphere. He was souring across the sky with one vision in his mind. Kakkarott struggling in his grip. Oh how he loved that thought Nothing would please him more than to know that he had been responsible for a little pain and suffering in Kakkarott's life.
As he flew, some little part of the man's head couldn't help but wonder where Bulma was and what she was doing. That little part of him grew a bit larger with every mile he went along the road. Soon it became so unbearably large that it replaced his brain with that of a paranoid vegetable.
Something might have happened to her. What do I care? You're going to be responsible you know. Not in the least, it's her own fault she ran off like that. Don't kid yourself, you have to find her. I do not. At least fly a little lower so you can see her if she is there? What makes me think I'm going to see her? Sigh...alright.
That mental battle being raged and the rational side of his brain emerging victorious, Vegeta semi-reluctantly floated down so he was only a few feet off the ground, but refused to change his pace to compensate. He was still speeding along, keeping one eye open in search of the lost maiden.
There was a hill up ahead and Vegeta slowed down a little so as not to go crashing into some invisible object over the hump. As he did so, a pair of headlights came into view and Vegeta quirked a brow. What kind of moron would be sitting in a running car on the side of the road at this time of night? Kakkarott? No. Not Kakkarott. He didn't even drive as far as Vegeta knew. Being the most powerful being in the universe does bring certain perks along with the title.
Slowing down to an almost halted pace, Vegeta peered though the dashboard, attempting to see any sign of life. There was none, just glass and metal. Now there was no person in the car? Whoever did this was certainly a real winner.
Part of him said that he should just keep going, and that Kakkarott deserved a 11:00 pm wake up call and a good punch in the nose. The other part nagged at him to look inside the car and have some compassion for his fellow man for once. They weren't even his fellow man for crying out loud, they were stupid weakling humans. Nonetheless, Vegeta finally gave in and convinced himself that he would do nothing but look.
Vegeta leaned down to the window of the hover car which, incidentally, was rolled halfway down letting in the freezing air, and peered into it. At first glance he saw nothing but the adjacent window, but upon further investigation he was shocked beyond conception at his discovery. There was Bulma, laying face first on the dark interior of the car. She didn't appear to be moving outside of the sudden spasms of shivering that came over her every so often, and the very methodical pattern of her breathing.
Shocked, Vegeta yanked open the door of the car and looked over the woman. He had momentarily forgotten about the missing Bulma when he spotted the stranded car, and his thoughts about her all came back in a sudden rush. He reached out and touched the back of her neck. Her skin was smooth and cold, very cold. No telling how long she had been laying out here with the damn window open. Stupid woman.
Now it was time for another mental conflict. Should he or shouldn't he take her home? The bigger part of him, in conjunction with his Saiyan instinct, told him that he should just leave her there to freeze. She was none of his concern, and he had Kakkarott to feed his anger too. However, the rarely revealed empathetic side of the warrior won again. In one swift movement, he plucked Bulma out of the car and into his arms. She was surprisingly light as far as the humans went. It felt to Vegeta as though he was carrying nothing more than a feather, or a tiny child, not a full grown and very capable woman.
As he was about to blast off, and let the kind side of him win for once, Vegeta spied the red bag sitting in the seat of the car. It was Bulma's purse. Now if his memory served him, the Prince could remember Bulma saying something about how she stored money in that thing. Money, of course, could be used to buy food. Food for the very hungry royalty who desperately need to be fed, for fear of impending death.
Snatching that up as well, Vegeta vowed to make a stop on the way home and pick up a few necessary "items."
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The first thing Bulma could remember upon waking up was an incredible hunger and fatigue. As her puffy, red eyes opened up, she expected to still be face down in her car on the shoulder of the road. But she wasn't. She was home, tucked safely in her bed.
Sitting up and shaking her head, the woman tried to remember how she got there. The last thing she could recall was flopping down on the front seat in a fit of tears and crying herself to sleep. She recalled nothing about driving home and crawling into bed.
A light snorting sound from the corner jarred Bulma's attention from the question of her placement, to the body of Vegeta sitting in her desk chair fast asleep with his head on the wood. The sight of the warrior startled Bulma briefly, (no pun intended) before she finally put two and two together. Vegeta must have been flying around, found me in the car and took me home. How..sweet of him. But why would he do such a thing? He had no reason to help me out. Bulma thought to herself, resting her body against the headboard. Maybe he saw the fight between me and Yamcha and got concerned. No, Vegeta doesn't get concerned. Maybe he does?
Another short glance at the Prince caused Bulma's eyes to frost over with tears. Beside the Saiyan's left hand was a picture of Yamcha. It was her favorite one. The one where he looked like a superstar and a super hero all at the same time. And he was all hers. That's what she used to think, looking at that piece of paper. Several small tears rolled down her cheeks as Bulma attempted to keep her emotions in check. She shouldn't be falling apart over this, he was just a guy, and she had a life to live.
Without warning, a loud sob escaped her throat, and Bulma buried her head in the pillow to muffle any further noises, finally allowing the sorrow to pass through her heart.
Vegeta's mind suddenly snapped back awake, and he opened his eyes. He wasn't aware how long he had been asleep, but imagined it hadn't been more than two hours. He had spent most of the night awake, waiting for Bulma to join him, but not honestly knowing why. Now as he looked over at the bed, he could tell that she was very awake, and crying again. What a surprise. Groaning he rotated the sore muscles in his neck. "Will you shut up. You sound like the dog when she's in heat." He said cruelly, ignoring her apparent grief.
Pulling her head out of the pillow for only a moment, Bulma glared at Vegeta. To think, she thought he might actually be concerned with her welfare. What a laugh. "Get out Vegeta!" She screamed, her voice horse and cracked from her night in the cold.
"I wouldn't speak that way to the man who saved my life." He jeered coldly, getting to his feet and approaching the bed.
Bulma paused for a moment to wipe her eyes and try to steady her breathing. She had to be cool, and calm or she was likely to blow up and cause yet another fight between the two of them. "Saved my life? What are you talking about?" She lied, having already made an assumption about his involvement in her transportation. Sniffling a little, Bulma bunched her knees up to her chest in a protective manner and buried her face between them so as to avoid the cold look she knew Vegeta had in his eyes.
Tossing the frame down on the desk, Vegeta groaned. "What is wrong with me?!? Sighing loudly at his own witless compassion that came out of seemingly nowhere. "Why can't I get that woman out of my head?" He asked again, wishing that someone would tell him the answer to that question that plagued him.
Vegeta shook his head, and looked down underneath his legs at the white sheets. Pure and clean, just like Bulma...
"ARRRR!" He screamed, beating himself on the side of the head with a hand. "Damn you you moronic, obsessive man! You are the Prince of Saiyans damn you! You can not be attracted to some loud mouthed, ugly, dense little earth woman. You are above that!" He shouted to himself, attempting to come up with his own little affirmations of virtue to replace the wicked thoughts of Bulma cooking in his brain.
He had to get out of there and get some air or he was never going to get himself back to normal. These thoughts weren't going to leave him unless replaced by the face of Kakkarott being pounded into the ground. That would certainly help Vegeta's morality. Knock a few teeth out of Kakkarotts grinning face and he would be good as new. Jumping to his feet, the blood thirsty Prince launched himself out the window and in the direction of the Son household. He needed something to distract him, and he needed it fast.
Vegeta's aura pounded through the night like an overly bright star that had just entered the earths atmosphere. He was souring across the sky with one vision in his mind. Kakkarott struggling in his grip. Oh how he loved that thought Nothing would please him more than to know that he had been responsible for a little pain and suffering in Kakkarott's life.
As he flew, some little part of the man's head couldn't help but wonder where Bulma was and what she was doing. That little part of him grew a bit larger with every mile he went along the road. Soon it became so unbearably large that it replaced his brain with that of a paranoid vegetable.
Something might have happened to her. What do I care? You're going to be responsible you know. Not in the least, it's her own fault she ran off like that. Don't kid yourself, you have to find her. I do not. At least fly a little lower so you can see her if she is there? What makes me think I'm going to see her? Sigh...alright.
That mental battle being raged and the rational side of his brain emerging victorious, Vegeta semi-reluctantly floated down so he was only a few feet off the ground, but refused to change his pace to compensate. He was still speeding along, keeping one eye open in search of the lost maiden.
There was a hill up ahead and Vegeta slowed down a little so as not to go crashing into some invisible object over the hump. As he did so, a pair of headlights came into view and Vegeta quirked a brow. What kind of moron would be sitting in a running car on the side of the road at this time of night? Kakkarott? No. Not Kakkarott. He didn't even drive as far as Vegeta knew. Being the most powerful being in the universe does bring certain perks along with the title.
Slowing down to an almost halted pace, Vegeta peered though the dashboard, attempting to see any sign of life. There was none, just glass and metal. Now there was no person in the car? Whoever did this was certainly a real winner.
Part of him said that he should just keep going, and that Kakkarott deserved a 11:00 pm wake up call and a good punch in the nose. The other part nagged at him to look inside the car and have some compassion for his fellow man for once. They weren't even his fellow man for crying out loud, they were stupid weakling humans. Nonetheless, Vegeta finally gave in and convinced himself that he would do nothing but look.
Vegeta leaned down to the window of the hover car which, incidentally, was rolled halfway down letting in the freezing air, and peered into it. At first glance he saw nothing but the adjacent window, but upon further investigation he was shocked beyond conception at his discovery. There was Bulma, laying face first on the dark interior of the car. She didn't appear to be moving outside of the sudden spasms of shivering that came over her every so often, and the very methodical pattern of her breathing.
Shocked, Vegeta yanked open the door of the car and looked over the woman. He had momentarily forgotten about the missing Bulma when he spotted the stranded car, and his thoughts about her all came back in a sudden rush. He reached out and touched the back of her neck. Her skin was smooth and cold, very cold. No telling how long she had been laying out here with the damn window open. Stupid woman.
Now it was time for another mental conflict. Should he or shouldn't he take her home? The bigger part of him, in conjunction with his Saiyan instinct, told him that he should just leave her there to freeze. She was none of his concern, and he had Kakkarott to feed his anger too. However, the rarely revealed empathetic side of the warrior won again. In one swift movement, he plucked Bulma out of the car and into his arms. She was surprisingly light as far as the humans went. It felt to Vegeta as though he was carrying nothing more than a feather, or a tiny child, not a full grown and very capable woman.
As he was about to blast off, and let the kind side of him win for once, Vegeta spied the red bag sitting in the seat of the car. It was Bulma's purse. Now if his memory served him, the Prince could remember Bulma saying something about how she stored money in that thing. Money, of course, could be used to buy food. Food for the very hungry royalty who desperately need to be fed, for fear of impending death.
Snatching that up as well, Vegeta vowed to make a stop on the way home and pick up a few necessary "items."
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The first thing Bulma could remember upon waking up was an incredible hunger and fatigue. As her puffy, red eyes opened up, she expected to still be face down in her car on the shoulder of the road. But she wasn't. She was home, tucked safely in her bed.
Sitting up and shaking her head, the woman tried to remember how she got there. The last thing she could recall was flopping down on the front seat in a fit of tears and crying herself to sleep. She recalled nothing about driving home and crawling into bed.
A light snorting sound from the corner jarred Bulma's attention from the question of her placement, to the body of Vegeta sitting in her desk chair fast asleep with his head on the wood. The sight of the warrior startled Bulma briefly, (no pun intended) before she finally put two and two together. Vegeta must have been flying around, found me in the car and took me home. How..sweet of him. But why would he do such a thing? He had no reason to help me out. Bulma thought to herself, resting her body against the headboard. Maybe he saw the fight between me and Yamcha and got concerned. No, Vegeta doesn't get concerned. Maybe he does?
Another short glance at the Prince caused Bulma's eyes to frost over with tears. Beside the Saiyan's left hand was a picture of Yamcha. It was her favorite one. The one where he looked like a superstar and a super hero all at the same time. And he was all hers. That's what she used to think, looking at that piece of paper. Several small tears rolled down her cheeks as Bulma attempted to keep her emotions in check. She shouldn't be falling apart over this, he was just a guy, and she had a life to live.
Without warning, a loud sob escaped her throat, and Bulma buried her head in the pillow to muffle any further noises, finally allowing the sorrow to pass through her heart.
Vegeta's mind suddenly snapped back awake, and he opened his eyes. He wasn't aware how long he had been asleep, but imagined it hadn't been more than two hours. He had spent most of the night awake, waiting for Bulma to join him, but not honestly knowing why. Now as he looked over at the bed, he could tell that she was very awake, and crying again. What a surprise. Groaning he rotated the sore muscles in his neck. "Will you shut up. You sound like the dog when she's in heat." He said cruelly, ignoring her apparent grief.
Pulling her head out of the pillow for only a moment, Bulma glared at Vegeta. To think, she thought he might actually be concerned with her welfare. What a laugh. "Get out Vegeta!" She screamed, her voice horse and cracked from her night in the cold.
"I wouldn't speak that way to the man who saved my life." He jeered coldly, getting to his feet and approaching the bed.
Bulma paused for a moment to wipe her eyes and try to steady her breathing. She had to be cool, and calm or she was likely to blow up and cause yet another fight between the two of them. "Saved my life? What are you talking about?" She lied, having already made an assumption about his involvement in her transportation. Sniffling a little, Bulma bunched her knees up to her chest in a protective manner and buried her face between them so as to avoid the cold look she knew Vegeta had in his eyes.