Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. . .yet. Anyway, here's Chapter 7.
~ ~ ~ ~Flashback of end of Chapter 6~ ~ ~ ~ Bulma opened her eyes wide as Vegeta picked her up and flew through the house to his room. He landed outside of the room and put Bulma down. She still clutched to his body even though they had landed. Bulma could feel the muscles under his shirt and had the urge to rip it off to revel what was underneath. She looked back into his eyed and the longing for her was still there, but his face did not show it. *He wants this as much as I do*, she said to herself. Bulma grinned evilly. *I'm going to make him (her) submit to me*, they both thought.
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Bulma made the first move and pulled Vegeta into a kiss. Vegeta circled her waist with his arms as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Somehow they managed to get into the room and onto the bed, Bulma on the bottom and Vegeta on top. Vegeta's mouth found its way down to Bulma's neck where her kissed and nibbled at the flesh there. His hands started to move down the sides of her body when the phone rang. Vegeta ignored the loud ringing but Bulma pulled away from Vegeta's hold to answer it.
"Hello?" Bulma said into the receiver.
"Hello, honey. It's your mother. How is everything over there?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Everything's. . .everything's great," Bulma said as she watched Vegeta leave the room.
"That's wonderful, dear. Your father and I are in some tropical place with all these good looking guys. It's so much fun!" her mother exclaimed into the receiver. Bulma hung her head in shame. *My mother's such a flirt,* she thought.
"Mom, I have to go. I'm pretty busy," *was pretty busy is more like it.*
"Okay, honey. We'll be home in a couple of weeks. Miss you."
Bulma hung up the phone and sighed.
"I can't believe I picked that up," she said aloud.
Bulma stood up, fixed her clothes, and left the room, closing the door behind her. She walked straight to her lab without glancing at the gravity room. *So much for my day off.* Bulma locked the door and began working on that prototype. She didn't plan to leave until late that night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Vegeta's point of view~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Stupid girl. Why'd she answer the phone? Doesn't matter. I have training to do. She would just get in the way. I don't even like her anyway."
Vegeta said all this to himself as he walked down to the gravity room. He was going to train extra hard today. When he got into the gravity room, he upped the gravity from 400x earth's gravity to 600x. He started with one handed push-ups but stopped when his sensitive hearing picked up footsteps coming this way. He looked up at the little window and saw Bulma walk past the room without a glace his way.
"Baka," he mumbled to himself.
He shook Bulma out of his mind and continued to train, but throughout the day, thoughts of Bulma kept pushing their way into his mind. This frustrated him and he pushed himself even harder in his training to get her out of his head. *I have to surpass Kakorott. I have to become Super Saiyan,* was what he kept repeating to himself to keep him focused. *
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* Later that night:
Bulma looked at the clock and the glowing number read 12:37. She rubbed her eyes and dragged herself to the cot she kept in the lab for late nights like these. She placed her head on the pillow and fell asleep right away.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Dream~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bulma and Vegeta were lying in bed. She was resting her head on his bare chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.
'Woman?' Vegeta asked softly.
No answer.
'Bulma?'
The 'hm?' barely escaped from Bulma's throat.
Vegeta whispered a barely audible 'I love you' into her hair.
'I love you too, Vegeta.' Bulma replied.
Vegeta was glad that it was dark because he began to blush. He didn't think she would hear him. He started to deny that he had said anything, but decided against it. She would probably forget by morning.
The vision faded and another appeared before her subconscious. Bulma was holding a small lavender-haired child in her arms and Vegeta was standing next to her. The little boy pointed at Vegeta and yelled 'jackass.' Vegeta was furious.
'What are you teaching our son?!' Vegeta yelled at Bulma.
'Nothing. He picks it up on his own,' Bulma replied innocently.
'Jackass, jackass, jackass, jackass,' the little boy repeated over and over to Vegeta.
This vision faded too. Suddenly hundreds of images zoom around. She saw the lavender-haired boy again, except he looked like he was a teenager. She saw Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, and another little boy that looked like Goku when he was little. They were all in fighting stance, as if they were waiting for something, or someone. She saw when they were on planet Namek and Gohan, Goku, Piccolo, and Vegeta were fighting Freiza. She even saw when Vegeta had turned into that huge ugly monkey and nearly killed Goku. More images flashed before her, until she woke. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Dream~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bulma sat straight up in her cot. She was covered in a cold sweat. She rubbed her eyes and recalled what she had just seen. The first part was okay, but the second was a little odd and the third was even more so. *It was just a dream,* she told herself. She got up and opened the lab door. The hall was completely dark. She felt her way down the hallways to her room and climbed into her bed. The bed was soft and sleep soon fell upon her once again.
Author's note: How was that? Longer than the other chapters, right? Well, let's see what I can come up with now. Excuse any spelling and/or grammatical errors. I don't proofread my work like I should, but spell check should get the job done. @_@ I'm done rambling. . .
~ ~ ~ ~Flashback of end of Chapter 6~ ~ ~ ~ Bulma opened her eyes wide as Vegeta picked her up and flew through the house to his room. He landed outside of the room and put Bulma down. She still clutched to his body even though they had landed. Bulma could feel the muscles under his shirt and had the urge to rip it off to revel what was underneath. She looked back into his eyed and the longing for her was still there, but his face did not show it. *He wants this as much as I do*, she said to herself. Bulma grinned evilly. *I'm going to make him (her) submit to me*, they both thought.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Bulma made the first move and pulled Vegeta into a kiss. Vegeta circled her waist with his arms as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Somehow they managed to get into the room and onto the bed, Bulma on the bottom and Vegeta on top. Vegeta's mouth found its way down to Bulma's neck where her kissed and nibbled at the flesh there. His hands started to move down the sides of her body when the phone rang. Vegeta ignored the loud ringing but Bulma pulled away from Vegeta's hold to answer it.
"Hello?" Bulma said into the receiver.
"Hello, honey. It's your mother. How is everything over there?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Everything's. . .everything's great," Bulma said as she watched Vegeta leave the room.
"That's wonderful, dear. Your father and I are in some tropical place with all these good looking guys. It's so much fun!" her mother exclaimed into the receiver. Bulma hung her head in shame. *My mother's such a flirt,* she thought.
"Mom, I have to go. I'm pretty busy," *was pretty busy is more like it.*
"Okay, honey. We'll be home in a couple of weeks. Miss you."
Bulma hung up the phone and sighed.
"I can't believe I picked that up," she said aloud.
Bulma stood up, fixed her clothes, and left the room, closing the door behind her. She walked straight to her lab without glancing at the gravity room. *So much for my day off.* Bulma locked the door and began working on that prototype. She didn't plan to leave until late that night.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Vegeta's point of view~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Stupid girl. Why'd she answer the phone? Doesn't matter. I have training to do. She would just get in the way. I don't even like her anyway."
Vegeta said all this to himself as he walked down to the gravity room. He was going to train extra hard today. When he got into the gravity room, he upped the gravity from 400x earth's gravity to 600x. He started with one handed push-ups but stopped when his sensitive hearing picked up footsteps coming this way. He looked up at the little window and saw Bulma walk past the room without a glace his way.
"Baka," he mumbled to himself.
He shook Bulma out of his mind and continued to train, but throughout the day, thoughts of Bulma kept pushing their way into his mind. This frustrated him and he pushed himself even harder in his training to get her out of his head. *I have to surpass Kakorott. I have to become Super Saiyan,* was what he kept repeating to himself to keep him focused. *
*
*
* Later that night:
Bulma looked at the clock and the glowing number read 12:37. She rubbed her eyes and dragged herself to the cot she kept in the lab for late nights like these. She placed her head on the pillow and fell asleep right away.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The Dream~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bulma and Vegeta were lying in bed. She was resting her head on his bare chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.
'Woman?' Vegeta asked softly.
No answer.
'Bulma?'
The 'hm?' barely escaped from Bulma's throat.
Vegeta whispered a barely audible 'I love you' into her hair.
'I love you too, Vegeta.' Bulma replied.
Vegeta was glad that it was dark because he began to blush. He didn't think she would hear him. He started to deny that he had said anything, but decided against it. She would probably forget by morning.
The vision faded and another appeared before her subconscious. Bulma was holding a small lavender-haired child in her arms and Vegeta was standing next to her. The little boy pointed at Vegeta and yelled 'jackass.' Vegeta was furious.
'What are you teaching our son?!' Vegeta yelled at Bulma.
'Nothing. He picks it up on his own,' Bulma replied innocently.
'Jackass, jackass, jackass, jackass,' the little boy repeated over and over to Vegeta.
This vision faded too. Suddenly hundreds of images zoom around. She saw the lavender-haired boy again, except he looked like he was a teenager. She saw Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Tien, Yamcha, and another little boy that looked like Goku when he was little. They were all in fighting stance, as if they were waiting for something, or someone. She saw when they were on planet Namek and Gohan, Goku, Piccolo, and Vegeta were fighting Freiza. She even saw when Vegeta had turned into that huge ugly monkey and nearly killed Goku. More images flashed before her, until she woke. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ End of Dream~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Bulma sat straight up in her cot. She was covered in a cold sweat. She rubbed her eyes and recalled what she had just seen. The first part was okay, but the second was a little odd and the third was even more so. *It was just a dream,* she told herself. She got up and opened the lab door. The hall was completely dark. She felt her way down the hallways to her room and climbed into her bed. The bed was soft and sleep soon fell upon her once again.
Author's note: How was that? Longer than the other chapters, right? Well, let's see what I can come up with now. Excuse any spelling and/or grammatical errors. I don't proofread my work like I should, but spell check should get the job done. @_@ I'm done rambling. . .