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Bulma left the ship with Vegeta feeling utterly shocked. He could fly! He could actually fly!
"His race must be extremely powerful," she thought. She fetched her 'mother' to cook for Vegeta and made her way up to her room. She thought about how it was possible for him to fly. He didn't have any wings; that's for sure. She checked his boots for jetpacks or anything of the sort, but didn't find anything. This was driving her nuts!!!!!
"Goddamn it!" she screamed in her head, burying her face in her pillow later that night. "I can't even sleep, thinking about this!"
So, she gave up and stumbled down to the living room where she turned on the TV. She flopped down on the couch, where she slowly drifted to sleep.
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She smiled as she felt herself awaken, but didn't want to open her eyes.
"I feel so refreshed," she thought. She slowly opened her eyes to see another pair of eyes looking down at her from in front of her face.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" she screeched. The head reconciled backwards and tripped over the coffee table to the ground. It was Vegeta.
"Don't you EVER do that again!" she screamed.
He got up in a flash. "Well excuse me for being curious!" he roared back, rubbing his ears.
Bulma looked at him disgustedly. "What?"
"You were talking in you sleep! About me! So there! I had a right to know what you were saying!" he said, crossing his arms with a smirk on his face. He thought he'd won…
"Who the hell would want to talk about you in their sleep?" Bulma asked incredulously.
The smirk was wiped clean off. "Well, you, for starters," he said, turning and walking away.
"Coward! Get back here and finish what you started!" she screeched, seeing his retreat. He just threw his head back and laughed, walking calmly away.
"She doesn't realize that I can blast her with one finger," he told himself smugly. "This girl amuses me, though."
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Bulma sat at the dinner table across from her mother. Vegeta was off training and her father was on a business trip to get the metals to repair the ship.
"Ooo, that man is polite," said her mother, sighing in a dreamlike way. Bulma rolled her eyes. She'd been through this before.
"No he's not. You're just saying that because you think he's cute," Bulma said. Her mother just giggled, excused herself to use the bathroom, and left the room.
"She thinks I'm what now?" Bulma turned around to see Vegeta leaning against the doorframe, scowling with his arms crossed. He stepped in and closed the door behind him. He sat down where Bulma's mother had been sitting and started to pile food on top of a new plate sitting in the seat next to his. He swept her mothers plate away and slid his own plate in front of him.
"She thinks you're cute," Bulma stated casually, shrugging. Vegeta looked kind of disgusted.
"Great," he muttered. Bulma laughed.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you. How can you fly? I mean, I've been trying to figure it out for quite a while."
Vegeta eyed and sat up, wiping his hands on his pants.
"You see this?" he asked, forming a ki in his palm. Bulma gasped.
"It's beautiful," she said, awed at the blue color and the shine. Vegeta smirked.
"It's not so beautiful when it comes in contact with your skin. It's energy. All being have this energy inside them. Hard to believe, but you do, too. It's just not that strong. After learning how to harness it, all you have to do is raise it up, and you'll go up with it."
"To put it simply," she finished, nodding her head and returning back to her plate to take a quick bite. Vegeta nodded.
"You can also fire it out of your body," he said, smirking evilly. He looked around for something to shoot, targeting a pile of papers.
"Are those important?" he asked.
Bulma leaned over and looked at them. "No, they're blank." Suddenly they were a pile of ash. Bulma gasped, pinching the ash and letting it fall to make sure it wasn't a hallucination. Vegeta laughed, got up from the table, and went to bed.
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Bulma awoke in her bed, relieved to find that a Saiyan Ouji wasn't face to face with her. She got up and decided to go work on the ship. She was still expecting her father to come back with the metals.
She was examining the ship when she heard a voice yell "Bulma!" She turned around and saw her father.
"Daddy! You came back! Do you have the supplies?" she asked excitedly.
"Yep, all right here, dear," he said, handing her four large capsules.
"Is that it?" Vegeta asked, coming up from behind them. They both turned around to see him in an angry face. "Four pills?"
Bulma rolled her eyes. "They're not pills, genius." She threw clicked the top of one and threw it as far as she could to demonstrate. There was a puff and a mountain of metals and whatnot appeared. Vegeta's jaw dropped and the angry look was quickly erased.
"But… how… wouldn't-fit" he stammered, looking the mountain up and down and looking back at the large capsules.
Bulma laughed. "Let me explain…"
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I have no idea how the capsules work. I have an idea, but I don't want to give out wrong info. I might come back to it in the next chapter. Please review.