Chapter the sixth
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
WARNING: If you are a Vegeta fan (Like myself!) this chapter may contain some material that is very sad and may promote tears. If so, you may want to skip this chapter! Thank you, I just wanted to warn every Veggie fan out there that Vegeta gets seriously injured near the end of this chapter. Bye!
As the party came to a close, Vegeta watched with a stony glare as all of the guests made their way out the door. It was about time they left, for five hours ago was when they had arrived! Vegeta had been getting tired of hearing them talk and cuss and do anything else regular partygoers do. He just wanted them to leave the house and never come back!
His wish was carried out. He sighed on the couch, enjoying the fact that he was no longer considered Bulma's 'date' and that Kakarott was gone. But something worse happened the minute that all of the guests left. Bulma came and sat down by him!
"Hi there, Vegeta!" She gushed. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his head away from her, his usual gesture when somebody he didn't like was around him. *Why does she want to talk to me all of the sudden? Before she was being the biggest bitch of a woman I've ever seen. * Veggie thought.
Bulma frowned at Vegeta's stupid attitude. Why couldn't he just TALK to people instead of just sitting there and acting like that person was not even there? Bulma got up and sat on the other side of him, but he just turned his head the other way. When she repeated her actions, she eventually heard him give an irritated little snort and FINALLY turn to face her.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, wench! In case you haven't noticed I'm ignoring you, so I suggest you get up before I lose my temper and blow your ugly little head off!" Vegeta growled, his voice booming louder with each word. He smirked as he saw the woman cringe back. How much he enjoyed having as much power; or maybe even MORE power than when he was on Planet Vegeta.
"I just wanted to know how come you're always so lonely." Bulma said. "I mean, I know that your planet was destroyed and everything . . . But why can't you just buckle down and make friends, maybe get MARRIED, like Goku did?" She cringed back, expecting Vegeta to fire a blast and end her life.
Vegeta felt a tinge of sadness run its way up his spine, but it was gone as soon as it came. He snarled. "Because there's no use! If I'm to destroy this planet after I reach Super Saiyan and beat Kakarott, then there's no use! And another thing I wouldn't want to show my weakness by making friends and getting married. It'd be a sacrifice to my pride!" He then jumped up and started to stomp up the stairs, stomping like an elephant might. He burst into his boarding room, sitting on the bed and looking out the window at his Gravity Room.
He started to think about how much he'd enjoy having it done so that he'd have somewhere to sit by himself, instead of Bulma irritating him constantly. But there was still that little bit of thought about how Bulma had asked him why he was so lonely all of the time.
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The next morning, Veggie woke up to the sun shining itself in his eyes. He shielded his eyes. "Damn sun." He muttered to himself, getting up and drawing the curtain. But this didn't help as soon as he thought about his Gravity Room, thinking about that it was going to be done today. Today at noon. He got up and put his saiyan armor on over his head. He then stomped down the stairs and found nothing but the woman sitting at the table, handing her dog pieces of her biscuits and gravy.
"Hey! Woman! Make me something to eat." Vegeta ordered in a much softer voice than he usually used around Bulma. He didn't think it would be very wise to be ordering her around too much this morning; she COULD stop the bots from finishing his GR right before it was finished.
Bulma looked up at Vegeta and forced a smile. "Good morning to you too, grouchy." She grumbled. "What makes you think I'm going to get up and get you something to eat if you don't ask nicely?"
Vegeta's handsome features crinkled up into a horrible sneer. "Because if you DON'T do what I say, than I just might KILL YOU. Now get up and FIX ME SOMETHING!" He roared.
Bulma thought about threatening him with the GR but decided not to. She was not in the mood to hear Vegeta's roaring voice throughout the house, and she was not in the mood to anger him. Ever since she had seen him standing by the window so lonely at the party she was not able to really be a bitch to him. He just needed someone to be nice to him, someone to be his friend, someone who wouldn't spout off at him and call him a bastard. Someone who would talk to him like a friend and be a friend, when he was sad, hurt or sick. Bulma wasn't so sure she wanted to be that person yet. But she was sure that she'd damn sure find someone.
She got him some cereal really quick and then sat down across from him. "Your gravity room will be done today, so don't you think that you should thank a certain person for it?" Bulma asked her houseguest.
Vegeta scoffed, accidentally making a bit of cereal come out of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand. "No. I don't think I should thank anybody for it." He plainly said, taking another bite of his cereal. *Why does she think I should thank her for it? She's literally writing her own epitaph! * His thoughts raved. He quickly pushed the bowl at her, causing it to spill a little bit on the table. He stood up and was about to walk out, when Bulma ran over to him.
"Can't you just sit here and talk to me awhile? There's some things I need to know." She squeaked.
Vegeta smirked, then threw back his head and laughed handsomely. "Why do you think I'd want to sit here and talk to you, woman? I have better things to do." He mumbled. As he was walking away with his arms tightly crossed across his chest, Bulma's stupid puppy happened to run under his feet and cause him to trip. He landed on his tummy, knocking the breath out of him. His face bloomed red with embarrassment.
Bulma burst out laughing. She really couldn't help it. "Oh, Vegeta . . . *Giggle* Are you all right?" Bulma choked.
Vegeta turned his head to face her, getting into the sitting position. He was blushing so hard that his cheeks were blood red. "OF COURSE I'M ALL RIGHT!" He screamed. "NOW STOP TITTERING AT ME OR I'LL SLAP YOU!" He was so embarrassed that he himself felt like laughing along with her. But the Prince of all Saiyans never laughed for fun. He only laughed in his sick amusement of somebody being killed or hurt at his hands. NEVER because he was wildly embarrassed, so embarrassed that he could just piss his pants. But Bulma's puppy did something AGAIN, adding to his embarrassment. It jumped on him and started to lick him all over his face. Vegeta was surprised.
Bulma was now laughing so hard that she was rolling on the floor.
Vegeta growled, grabbed the dog, and threw it against the wall as hard as he could. He heard a huge SNAP and then a yelp as the dog's spine snapped. It slid to the floor, dead before it even hit. Vegeta didn't care. He had no remorse. First, the little booger had tripped him, THEN, he had started to lick him all over his face! He could get Pellagra!
As soon as Bulma noticed what Vegeta had done her laughter ceased. She ran over to the puppy that was now bleeding out both ears and his mouth. Bulma checked its heartbeat, and screamed.
"YOU SHITHEAD! YOU KILLED MY DOG! AGAIN!"
Vegeta covered his sensitive ears at her loud yell. "Yes, I did. Nothing gets in my way. I thought I told you that?" Vegeta said, in a soft voice. He pulled himself to his feet and dusted his ass off. He noticed that only one tear squeezed its way out of Bulma's eyes; but she didn't cry. She just took the puppy and carried it outside. Most likely to bury it.
Vegeta looked after her with a plain look on his face. *Teach her to laugh at me. * He thought with satisfaction, slinking up the stairway.
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Later, at Noon, Vegeta eagerly pranced down the stairs to see his new Gravity Room. He just couldn't wait to try it out! He was so happy for once, that he even back flipped down the stairs. Unfortunately, Mrs. Breifs was standing right there when he did it.
"Happy, dear?" She asked.
Vegeta stared daggers at her, and she just went about her business. He went and looked out the window. He saw Bulma outside, doing something to one of the bots. Behind her was a finished Gravity Room! Vegeta got up and walked outside to see what she was doing to the bot. When he finally made it out there, Bulma glanced up at him.
"Like it? It's all finished." She asked. "I'm just putting this bot in sleep mode."
Vegeta slowly nodded. "So, is it ready for me to go in there and try it out?" He asked, in a mean voice. He saw Bulma nod, so he walked inside of it. It was large with a domed ceiling. (I'm scared of domed ceilings! That's why I can't go inside the Casa Manana!) Vegeta noticed the piece of machinery in the middle of the GR. "This must be where I set the Gravity." He mumbled to himself. He walked over to it and looked at the little screen. On a little calculator looking thing next to the screen, he typed in 450. Little did he know that this was a TERRIBLY huge amount of Gravity to use in this machine. This machine was not made for 450 degrees gravity because it was made so cheaply. Vegeta would find out why in about six hours or so.
As soon as Vegeta pushed in these numbers and pressed 'start', he all of the sudden felt a huge weight on his shoulders, as if someone had dropped a sandbag on top of him. Vegeta gritted his teeth as he tried to withstand the horrible amount of gravity. But, before he could even get the hang of it, a ki blast came out of no where at lightning speed and hit him. Vegeta groaned out with pain. *God, this thing's fast! * He thought, avoiding the next blast by a hair. His legs nearly buckled beneath him on his next attempt at jumping out of the way of another blast, but he just leaped up into the air and started flipping and things to avoid the blasts.
An hour later, Vegeta found that it was awfully fun in this 'GR,' and that he would probably become a Super Saiyan in no time. But these feelings were quickly reversed when a powerball hit him right in the manly chest. The breath was knocked out of him immediately, and he started to tumble to the ground. He landed on his head, causing pain to swell its way through his entire head and up his back. He groaned. "Ohhh . . . Owwww . . ." He decided it was best to get up and come out of the Gravity Room until his headache fled. And that's just what he did.
Bulma saw him coming out of the GR, holding his head and grumbling something. "What's the matter, Vegeta?" She asked.
Vegeta looked at her and scowled. "Why is it any of your business?" He asked.
Bulma shrugged. "Because I want to know if you're okay?" She was very worried about the parts she had used, and if anything had went wrong. Because the parts were almost plastic one could fall out of place quite easily.
Vegeta nodded. "I'm perfect. I've just got a headache, so I'm going to go inside and sleep it off." He then started to stomp across the yard, back to the house. He couldn't help thinking about the future, that maybe the GR might be how he eventually died.
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Later, Vegeta headed back out to his GR. He saw Bulma was still outside, working on burying that dog that he had killed. Vegeta kicked some dirt in Bulma's face and continued walking out to his GR.
"Hey, jerk!" She shouted. "There was no reason to kick dirt in my face!"
Vegeta mocked her bitchy mouth. "Nag nag nag SHUT UP!" He said, screaming the 'shut up'. He was about to start walking again when he felt the woman grab onto his leg. He stared down at her, frowning. "Hey! Just what do you think you're doing?" He shouted, giving his leg a little shake. But Bulma just held on tight, making Veggie even more frustrated.
"I think that maybe because you're always so grouchy, that you need a hug! So I'm giving you one!" Bulma explained, personally digging her nails into his calf.
Vegeta yelped. "Hey, get off of me!" He ordered. He shook his leg a lot harder than he had before. When he realized that it would take more to get her off he lit a ki blast. A mighty strong one, too. He saw her look up at him, with fear in her eyes. "Let . . . Go . . ." Vegeta growled. He was relieved when he felt Bulma's tight grip disappear from his leg. He turned around to face her. "Since when have your ideas ever been so crazy, woman?"
Bulma stared up at him, with fright in her eyes. How was it in the last seven months that she had managed to get herself almost killed about five times? "What do you mean my ideas have been crazy? I think my ideas have been nice! I'm just trying to make you feel better because you're so lonely all of the time! Do you think I didn't see you that day at the party? Didn't see how lonely that you were all by yourself?" She demanded. The stupid look on Vegeta's face as he stared at her only made her anger flare some more. "HUH?"
Vegeta's features slowly pulled themselves into a snarl. He stomped a foot in front of her, just inches from her fingers. "I was not LONELY! I never get lonely to have friends! I don't NEED any earthling friends! I'm fine just the way that I am!" He growled. He took in a gulp of air, then breathed it out so hard it caused him to cough just a little bit.
Bulma's face pulled into alarm, but then returned to that angry glare. "What, don't tell me that you don't watch Goku and Chi-Chi sometimes, because I've seen you. I see longing in your cruel eyes every time I look, too. You long to have someone to care about, someone to love, and kiss on, don't you? You don't want to be shut all up in that room all of the time by yourself. Face it, Vegeta; you want a woman." She said.
Vegeta was so mad that I could not describe the look on his face, or the anger welling up inside of him. "Shut up." He said. "I do not seek love out of this planet of scum! I don't NEED love! I am doing fine just the way I am, just myself and nobody else." His voice was surprisingly calm for someone as mad as Vegeta was at this moment. He was surprised when Bulma smiled happily.
"Vegeta . . . If you knew what you were saying than you wouldn't be saying it. I've been in love before, with Yamcha, and I know that it's not horrible OR for weaklings. It's a great feeling. I just wish you could find it in your heart one day to love something other than YOURSELF." She gushed, and then continued back to her work.
Vegeta didn't know quite how long he stood there, staring at the woman and wondering if what she said was true at all. But of course, love couldn't be that wonderful. Love was for weaklings. But if he only had just a glimpse of the future he was to have with this woman, that he would love this woman so much that he'd almost get himself killed for it, he would not have said these cruel words about love.
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Vegeta didn't ever go out to train when he had intended to that particular time. He had simply walked inside to think about things, to think about what Bulma had said. Also to think about how much he'd just love to punch her in the mouth when she started to spout off at him like that.
WHY on Earth did she have the nerves to talk to him that way? To question him about things that he'd already decided? It was maddening! *I was going to train when we got into that silly argument. That's what I should go out and do right now. * He thought. But he didn't get up just yet. He didn't get up before a tear rolled its way down his cheek and plopped on the table. But only that. The Prince of all Saiyans never EVER cried. At least, until the terrible accident that was about to take place happened.
Vegeta was training now, happier than he had ever been, doing fancy flips and avoiding the bullets with ease. If life could only always be this good! But, of course, it couldn't when your mind was set off at something that someone had said. Vegeta just couldn't stop thinking about what Bulma had said to him about love. Who cares about love? But Vegeta wasn't so sure. If love was something that could easily be avoided, then how come he couldn't get his mind off of it? He kicked the wall in his ferocity. If he had noticed that the wall cracked as he kicked it, then he would have taken that as a hint to GET OUT OF THERE FAST. But, of course, he didn't, and now he was going to pay for it. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the considerable dent and crack of the cheap materials, but I guess that was just as well for Bulma. If Vegeta were to ever find out about the cheap materials she'd used for it then he'd kill her for sure, with no second thoughts. It's not like he ever HAD any second thoughts when he'd wanted to kill her, anywise.
Bulma was thinking about Vegeta. But she wasn't thinking about Vegeta in the ways you may think she was. She was thinking about him in concern. Something was telling her that something very bad was about to take place; and that she should be out here watching the GR. But she couldn't do that; she had work that needed to be done. So, she went inside, not knowing that doing this would be causing Vegeta to be worse off than he ever was in his lifetime.
After about two hours, Vegeta was ready to go out of the Gravity Room. *After a few more flips and things. * He thought. As he was thinking this, one of the thingys launched a bullet at him. Vegeta wasn't expecting it. So, of course, it hit him right in the chest and knocked him to the ground. He slammed down hard on his back.
Pain radiated and danced up Vegeta's spine. "God damn son of a bitch!" He cursed. He was so angered that he could just cry. That was so not fair, taking him by surprise like that! Vegeta pulled himself back to his feet. "Okay, no more playing around. I need to get to the hardcore stuff." He growled. He exploded ki out of his body.
Now, if this GR were made with the parts that Bulma had been using before, well . . . Maybe it wouldn't have exploded on Vegeta. But, because she was a bitch and used the cheap parts, the whole thing exploded. It seemed that Vegeta were being pulled up by a string as the force of the blast picked him off his feet and flung him several feet, to where when he finally landed on his back, more rubble covered his body. Vegeta was terrified. *What's wrong with me? Where have I hurt myself? * His mind raved. He felt his head split open with disgust as a piece of cheap metal careened into his head. He would have screamed if he had the strength. Right now he was just concerned about getting the rubble off of his body and getting help. The crack on his head throbbed like mad. *What if there's brain damage? What if you can see my bones and my brains? * He thought. He started trying to push the rubble off of him, trying to ignore the huge gash on his chest that gaped open like a screaming mouth every time he moved his right arm. When he got enough off of his face to talk, he began to scream for help the best that he could. "SOMEBODY GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! I WAS IN AN EXPLOSION AND I'M HURT! HELP! SOMEONE! I'M HURT!" He screamed over and over again.
Bulma thought she heard something as she fed one of her cats; something that sounded like screams of help. But who would be screaming for help? Vegeta was in his GR, and her parents went away. She just shrugged and kept on feeding her cat.
But then she was SURE that she heard a cry of agony. "Hello?" She said, wondering if it was someone inside. There was no answer from the inside of the house; just the same screams that she heard from a distance. Outside.
She stepped into the backyard, immediately realizing what was the matter. It was the Gravity Room. It no longer stood where it had for the last six hours. *Oh shit, I knew it! Please, God let him be alive! * Her mind raved. She ran over to the rubble, but did not see anyone. "VEGETA! IF YOU'RE AROUND HERE, PLEASE ANSWER ME!" She screamed.
As Vegeta lay hurt on the ground, he heard somebody shout something off in the distance. WAS it in the distance? He didn't know, because he was about to faint. Or he thought so. He was seeing black spots bloom in his vision. "I'm over here . . . OVER HERE!" He shrieked, as loud as he could muster without causing himself pain. *Dear God let her have heard me! * He prayed. He found that his prayers were answered. Bulma ran over. "Vegeta! Are you all right? Your head, it's-"
"Get this stuff off of me so that I can walk. It's just a few scratches is all."
Bulma started to pick the rubble up off of him. "It doesn't look like a few scratches to me. Your head and your chest look more like GASHES." His cheeks were also cut deeply but not near as bad as his head and chest were. His leg was sliced down to the bone.
"Oh God, this is bad." Bulma said. "I'm gonna have to get some help. Can you hang on while I go and get Dad?"
Vegeta growled. "I'm FINE. I can walk. Just go away and leave me alone!" He scolded. He pulled himself shakily to his feet. He walked a couple of steps before collapsing on his back from dizziness. Bulma ran over to him and supported him up.
"You don't look fine to me . . . And you CAN'T die! You're too handsome to die!" She said. "I'm going to go and get Dad while you stay right here, all right?"
Bulma noticed that Vegeta was fainted.
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Bulma got her dad to come out and pick Vegeta up to carry him inside. Vegeta was still fainted on top of all of the rubble. He was sticky with his blood. Bulma felt so sorry for him that she could have kissed him right then, but she didn't. She just followed her father into the emergency ward of Capsule Corporation, where they called the nurses and got Vegeta situated on the bed. He was hooked up to an oxygen mask and some IV's.
Bulma stared down at the unconscious man on the bed, with tears in her eyes. How could something like that happen to him? Of course, he might have deserved it for some things he had done, but still! Bulma found herself having to leave the room before she broke down and bawled.
End of Chapter six
WAHHH! Well, I'm sorry. I promise that in the next chapter there WILL be some sparks, I promise! I think my sister has been making this story LAGGG on long enough! LOL! In the next chapter, Bulma actually KISSES Vegeta in his sleep . . . and he wakes up while she's doing it! Find out what he does in chapter seven!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
WARNING: If you are a Vegeta fan (Like myself!) this chapter may contain some material that is very sad and may promote tears. If so, you may want to skip this chapter! Thank you, I just wanted to warn every Veggie fan out there that Vegeta gets seriously injured near the end of this chapter. Bye!
As the party came to a close, Vegeta watched with a stony glare as all of the guests made their way out the door. It was about time they left, for five hours ago was when they had arrived! Vegeta had been getting tired of hearing them talk and cuss and do anything else regular partygoers do. He just wanted them to leave the house and never come back!
His wish was carried out. He sighed on the couch, enjoying the fact that he was no longer considered Bulma's 'date' and that Kakarott was gone. But something worse happened the minute that all of the guests left. Bulma came and sat down by him!
"Hi there, Vegeta!" She gushed. Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his head away from her, his usual gesture when somebody he didn't like was around him. *Why does she want to talk to me all of the sudden? Before she was being the biggest bitch of a woman I've ever seen. * Veggie thought.
Bulma frowned at Vegeta's stupid attitude. Why couldn't he just TALK to people instead of just sitting there and acting like that person was not even there? Bulma got up and sat on the other side of him, but he just turned his head the other way. When she repeated her actions, she eventually heard him give an irritated little snort and FINALLY turn to face her.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, wench! In case you haven't noticed I'm ignoring you, so I suggest you get up before I lose my temper and blow your ugly little head off!" Vegeta growled, his voice booming louder with each word. He smirked as he saw the woman cringe back. How much he enjoyed having as much power; or maybe even MORE power than when he was on Planet Vegeta.
"I just wanted to know how come you're always so lonely." Bulma said. "I mean, I know that your planet was destroyed and everything . . . But why can't you just buckle down and make friends, maybe get MARRIED, like Goku did?" She cringed back, expecting Vegeta to fire a blast and end her life.
Vegeta felt a tinge of sadness run its way up his spine, but it was gone as soon as it came. He snarled. "Because there's no use! If I'm to destroy this planet after I reach Super Saiyan and beat Kakarott, then there's no use! And another thing I wouldn't want to show my weakness by making friends and getting married. It'd be a sacrifice to my pride!" He then jumped up and started to stomp up the stairs, stomping like an elephant might. He burst into his boarding room, sitting on the bed and looking out the window at his Gravity Room.
He started to think about how much he'd enjoy having it done so that he'd have somewhere to sit by himself, instead of Bulma irritating him constantly. But there was still that little bit of thought about how Bulma had asked him why he was so lonely all of the time.
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The next morning, Veggie woke up to the sun shining itself in his eyes. He shielded his eyes. "Damn sun." He muttered to himself, getting up and drawing the curtain. But this didn't help as soon as he thought about his Gravity Room, thinking about that it was going to be done today. Today at noon. He got up and put his saiyan armor on over his head. He then stomped down the stairs and found nothing but the woman sitting at the table, handing her dog pieces of her biscuits and gravy.
"Hey! Woman! Make me something to eat." Vegeta ordered in a much softer voice than he usually used around Bulma. He didn't think it would be very wise to be ordering her around too much this morning; she COULD stop the bots from finishing his GR right before it was finished.
Bulma looked up at Vegeta and forced a smile. "Good morning to you too, grouchy." She grumbled. "What makes you think I'm going to get up and get you something to eat if you don't ask nicely?"
Vegeta's handsome features crinkled up into a horrible sneer. "Because if you DON'T do what I say, than I just might KILL YOU. Now get up and FIX ME SOMETHING!" He roared.
Bulma thought about threatening him with the GR but decided not to. She was not in the mood to hear Vegeta's roaring voice throughout the house, and she was not in the mood to anger him. Ever since she had seen him standing by the window so lonely at the party she was not able to really be a bitch to him. He just needed someone to be nice to him, someone to be his friend, someone who wouldn't spout off at him and call him a bastard. Someone who would talk to him like a friend and be a friend, when he was sad, hurt or sick. Bulma wasn't so sure she wanted to be that person yet. But she was sure that she'd damn sure find someone.
She got him some cereal really quick and then sat down across from him. "Your gravity room will be done today, so don't you think that you should thank a certain person for it?" Bulma asked her houseguest.
Vegeta scoffed, accidentally making a bit of cereal come out of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand. "No. I don't think I should thank anybody for it." He plainly said, taking another bite of his cereal. *Why does she think I should thank her for it? She's literally writing her own epitaph! * His thoughts raved. He quickly pushed the bowl at her, causing it to spill a little bit on the table. He stood up and was about to walk out, when Bulma ran over to him.
"Can't you just sit here and talk to me awhile? There's some things I need to know." She squeaked.
Vegeta smirked, then threw back his head and laughed handsomely. "Why do you think I'd want to sit here and talk to you, woman? I have better things to do." He mumbled. As he was walking away with his arms tightly crossed across his chest, Bulma's stupid puppy happened to run under his feet and cause him to trip. He landed on his tummy, knocking the breath out of him. His face bloomed red with embarrassment.
Bulma burst out laughing. She really couldn't help it. "Oh, Vegeta . . . *Giggle* Are you all right?" Bulma choked.
Vegeta turned his head to face her, getting into the sitting position. He was blushing so hard that his cheeks were blood red. "OF COURSE I'M ALL RIGHT!" He screamed. "NOW STOP TITTERING AT ME OR I'LL SLAP YOU!" He was so embarrassed that he himself felt like laughing along with her. But the Prince of all Saiyans never laughed for fun. He only laughed in his sick amusement of somebody being killed or hurt at his hands. NEVER because he was wildly embarrassed, so embarrassed that he could just piss his pants. But Bulma's puppy did something AGAIN, adding to his embarrassment. It jumped on him and started to lick him all over his face. Vegeta was surprised.
Bulma was now laughing so hard that she was rolling on the floor.
Vegeta growled, grabbed the dog, and threw it against the wall as hard as he could. He heard a huge SNAP and then a yelp as the dog's spine snapped. It slid to the floor, dead before it even hit. Vegeta didn't care. He had no remorse. First, the little booger had tripped him, THEN, he had started to lick him all over his face! He could get Pellagra!
As soon as Bulma noticed what Vegeta had done her laughter ceased. She ran over to the puppy that was now bleeding out both ears and his mouth. Bulma checked its heartbeat, and screamed.
"YOU SHITHEAD! YOU KILLED MY DOG! AGAIN!"
Vegeta covered his sensitive ears at her loud yell. "Yes, I did. Nothing gets in my way. I thought I told you that?" Vegeta said, in a soft voice. He pulled himself to his feet and dusted his ass off. He noticed that only one tear squeezed its way out of Bulma's eyes; but she didn't cry. She just took the puppy and carried it outside. Most likely to bury it.
Vegeta looked after her with a plain look on his face. *Teach her to laugh at me. * He thought with satisfaction, slinking up the stairway.
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Later, at Noon, Vegeta eagerly pranced down the stairs to see his new Gravity Room. He just couldn't wait to try it out! He was so happy for once, that he even back flipped down the stairs. Unfortunately, Mrs. Breifs was standing right there when he did it.
"Happy, dear?" She asked.
Vegeta stared daggers at her, and she just went about her business. He went and looked out the window. He saw Bulma outside, doing something to one of the bots. Behind her was a finished Gravity Room! Vegeta got up and walked outside to see what she was doing to the bot. When he finally made it out there, Bulma glanced up at him.
"Like it? It's all finished." She asked. "I'm just putting this bot in sleep mode."
Vegeta slowly nodded. "So, is it ready for me to go in there and try it out?" He asked, in a mean voice. He saw Bulma nod, so he walked inside of it. It was large with a domed ceiling. (I'm scared of domed ceilings! That's why I can't go inside the Casa Manana!) Vegeta noticed the piece of machinery in the middle of the GR. "This must be where I set the Gravity." He mumbled to himself. He walked over to it and looked at the little screen. On a little calculator looking thing next to the screen, he typed in 450. Little did he know that this was a TERRIBLY huge amount of Gravity to use in this machine. This machine was not made for 450 degrees gravity because it was made so cheaply. Vegeta would find out why in about six hours or so.
As soon as Vegeta pushed in these numbers and pressed 'start', he all of the sudden felt a huge weight on his shoulders, as if someone had dropped a sandbag on top of him. Vegeta gritted his teeth as he tried to withstand the horrible amount of gravity. But, before he could even get the hang of it, a ki blast came out of no where at lightning speed and hit him. Vegeta groaned out with pain. *God, this thing's fast! * He thought, avoiding the next blast by a hair. His legs nearly buckled beneath him on his next attempt at jumping out of the way of another blast, but he just leaped up into the air and started flipping and things to avoid the blasts.
An hour later, Vegeta found that it was awfully fun in this 'GR,' and that he would probably become a Super Saiyan in no time. But these feelings were quickly reversed when a powerball hit him right in the manly chest. The breath was knocked out of him immediately, and he started to tumble to the ground. He landed on his head, causing pain to swell its way through his entire head and up his back. He groaned. "Ohhh . . . Owwww . . ." He decided it was best to get up and come out of the Gravity Room until his headache fled. And that's just what he did.
Bulma saw him coming out of the GR, holding his head and grumbling something. "What's the matter, Vegeta?" She asked.
Vegeta looked at her and scowled. "Why is it any of your business?" He asked.
Bulma shrugged. "Because I want to know if you're okay?" She was very worried about the parts she had used, and if anything had went wrong. Because the parts were almost plastic one could fall out of place quite easily.
Vegeta nodded. "I'm perfect. I've just got a headache, so I'm going to go inside and sleep it off." He then started to stomp across the yard, back to the house. He couldn't help thinking about the future, that maybe the GR might be how he eventually died.
* * *
Later, Vegeta headed back out to his GR. He saw Bulma was still outside, working on burying that dog that he had killed. Vegeta kicked some dirt in Bulma's face and continued walking out to his GR.
"Hey, jerk!" She shouted. "There was no reason to kick dirt in my face!"
Vegeta mocked her bitchy mouth. "Nag nag nag SHUT UP!" He said, screaming the 'shut up'. He was about to start walking again when he felt the woman grab onto his leg. He stared down at her, frowning. "Hey! Just what do you think you're doing?" He shouted, giving his leg a little shake. But Bulma just held on tight, making Veggie even more frustrated.
"I think that maybe because you're always so grouchy, that you need a hug! So I'm giving you one!" Bulma explained, personally digging her nails into his calf.
Vegeta yelped. "Hey, get off of me!" He ordered. He shook his leg a lot harder than he had before. When he realized that it would take more to get her off he lit a ki blast. A mighty strong one, too. He saw her look up at him, with fear in her eyes. "Let . . . Go . . ." Vegeta growled. He was relieved when he felt Bulma's tight grip disappear from his leg. He turned around to face her. "Since when have your ideas ever been so crazy, woman?"
Bulma stared up at him, with fright in her eyes. How was it in the last seven months that she had managed to get herself almost killed about five times? "What do you mean my ideas have been crazy? I think my ideas have been nice! I'm just trying to make you feel better because you're so lonely all of the time! Do you think I didn't see you that day at the party? Didn't see how lonely that you were all by yourself?" She demanded. The stupid look on Vegeta's face as he stared at her only made her anger flare some more. "HUH?"
Vegeta's features slowly pulled themselves into a snarl. He stomped a foot in front of her, just inches from her fingers. "I was not LONELY! I never get lonely to have friends! I don't NEED any earthling friends! I'm fine just the way that I am!" He growled. He took in a gulp of air, then breathed it out so hard it caused him to cough just a little bit.
Bulma's face pulled into alarm, but then returned to that angry glare. "What, don't tell me that you don't watch Goku and Chi-Chi sometimes, because I've seen you. I see longing in your cruel eyes every time I look, too. You long to have someone to care about, someone to love, and kiss on, don't you? You don't want to be shut all up in that room all of the time by yourself. Face it, Vegeta; you want a woman." She said.
Vegeta was so mad that I could not describe the look on his face, or the anger welling up inside of him. "Shut up." He said. "I do not seek love out of this planet of scum! I don't NEED love! I am doing fine just the way I am, just myself and nobody else." His voice was surprisingly calm for someone as mad as Vegeta was at this moment. He was surprised when Bulma smiled happily.
"Vegeta . . . If you knew what you were saying than you wouldn't be saying it. I've been in love before, with Yamcha, and I know that it's not horrible OR for weaklings. It's a great feeling. I just wish you could find it in your heart one day to love something other than YOURSELF." She gushed, and then continued back to her work.
Vegeta didn't know quite how long he stood there, staring at the woman and wondering if what she said was true at all. But of course, love couldn't be that wonderful. Love was for weaklings. But if he only had just a glimpse of the future he was to have with this woman, that he would love this woman so much that he'd almost get himself killed for it, he would not have said these cruel words about love.
* * *
Vegeta didn't ever go out to train when he had intended to that particular time. He had simply walked inside to think about things, to think about what Bulma had said. Also to think about how much he'd just love to punch her in the mouth when she started to spout off at him like that.
WHY on Earth did she have the nerves to talk to him that way? To question him about things that he'd already decided? It was maddening! *I was going to train when we got into that silly argument. That's what I should go out and do right now. * He thought. But he didn't get up just yet. He didn't get up before a tear rolled its way down his cheek and plopped on the table. But only that. The Prince of all Saiyans never EVER cried. At least, until the terrible accident that was about to take place happened.
Vegeta was training now, happier than he had ever been, doing fancy flips and avoiding the bullets with ease. If life could only always be this good! But, of course, it couldn't when your mind was set off at something that someone had said. Vegeta just couldn't stop thinking about what Bulma had said to him about love. Who cares about love? But Vegeta wasn't so sure. If love was something that could easily be avoided, then how come he couldn't get his mind off of it? He kicked the wall in his ferocity. If he had noticed that the wall cracked as he kicked it, then he would have taken that as a hint to GET OUT OF THERE FAST. But, of course, he didn't, and now he was going to pay for it. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the considerable dent and crack of the cheap materials, but I guess that was just as well for Bulma. If Vegeta were to ever find out about the cheap materials she'd used for it then he'd kill her for sure, with no second thoughts. It's not like he ever HAD any second thoughts when he'd wanted to kill her, anywise.
Bulma was thinking about Vegeta. But she wasn't thinking about Vegeta in the ways you may think she was. She was thinking about him in concern. Something was telling her that something very bad was about to take place; and that she should be out here watching the GR. But she couldn't do that; she had work that needed to be done. So, she went inside, not knowing that doing this would be causing Vegeta to be worse off than he ever was in his lifetime.
After about two hours, Vegeta was ready to go out of the Gravity Room. *After a few more flips and things. * He thought. As he was thinking this, one of the thingys launched a bullet at him. Vegeta wasn't expecting it. So, of course, it hit him right in the chest and knocked him to the ground. He slammed down hard on his back.
Pain radiated and danced up Vegeta's spine. "God damn son of a bitch!" He cursed. He was so angered that he could just cry. That was so not fair, taking him by surprise like that! Vegeta pulled himself back to his feet. "Okay, no more playing around. I need to get to the hardcore stuff." He growled. He exploded ki out of his body.
Now, if this GR were made with the parts that Bulma had been using before, well . . . Maybe it wouldn't have exploded on Vegeta. But, because she was a bitch and used the cheap parts, the whole thing exploded. It seemed that Vegeta were being pulled up by a string as the force of the blast picked him off his feet and flung him several feet, to where when he finally landed on his back, more rubble covered his body. Vegeta was terrified. *What's wrong with me? Where have I hurt myself? * His mind raved. He felt his head split open with disgust as a piece of cheap metal careened into his head. He would have screamed if he had the strength. Right now he was just concerned about getting the rubble off of his body and getting help. The crack on his head throbbed like mad. *What if there's brain damage? What if you can see my bones and my brains? * He thought. He started trying to push the rubble off of him, trying to ignore the huge gash on his chest that gaped open like a screaming mouth every time he moved his right arm. When he got enough off of his face to talk, he began to scream for help the best that he could. "SOMEBODY GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! I WAS IN AN EXPLOSION AND I'M HURT! HELP! SOMEONE! I'M HURT!" He screamed over and over again.
Bulma thought she heard something as she fed one of her cats; something that sounded like screams of help. But who would be screaming for help? Vegeta was in his GR, and her parents went away. She just shrugged and kept on feeding her cat.
But then she was SURE that she heard a cry of agony. "Hello?" She said, wondering if it was someone inside. There was no answer from the inside of the house; just the same screams that she heard from a distance. Outside.
She stepped into the backyard, immediately realizing what was the matter. It was the Gravity Room. It no longer stood where it had for the last six hours. *Oh shit, I knew it! Please, God let him be alive! * Her mind raved. She ran over to the rubble, but did not see anyone. "VEGETA! IF YOU'RE AROUND HERE, PLEASE ANSWER ME!" She screamed.
As Vegeta lay hurt on the ground, he heard somebody shout something off in the distance. WAS it in the distance? He didn't know, because he was about to faint. Or he thought so. He was seeing black spots bloom in his vision. "I'm over here . . . OVER HERE!" He shrieked, as loud as he could muster without causing himself pain. *Dear God let her have heard me! * He prayed. He found that his prayers were answered. Bulma ran over. "Vegeta! Are you all right? Your head, it's-"
"Get this stuff off of me so that I can walk. It's just a few scratches is all."
Bulma started to pick the rubble up off of him. "It doesn't look like a few scratches to me. Your head and your chest look more like GASHES." His cheeks were also cut deeply but not near as bad as his head and chest were. His leg was sliced down to the bone.
"Oh God, this is bad." Bulma said. "I'm gonna have to get some help. Can you hang on while I go and get Dad?"
Vegeta growled. "I'm FINE. I can walk. Just go away and leave me alone!" He scolded. He pulled himself shakily to his feet. He walked a couple of steps before collapsing on his back from dizziness. Bulma ran over to him and supported him up.
"You don't look fine to me . . . And you CAN'T die! You're too handsome to die!" She said. "I'm going to go and get Dad while you stay right here, all right?"
Bulma noticed that Vegeta was fainted.
* * *
Bulma got her dad to come out and pick Vegeta up to carry him inside. Vegeta was still fainted on top of all of the rubble. He was sticky with his blood. Bulma felt so sorry for him that she could have kissed him right then, but she didn't. She just followed her father into the emergency ward of Capsule Corporation, where they called the nurses and got Vegeta situated on the bed. He was hooked up to an oxygen mask and some IV's.
Bulma stared down at the unconscious man on the bed, with tears in her eyes. How could something like that happen to him? Of course, he might have deserved it for some things he had done, but still! Bulma found herself having to leave the room before she broke down and bawled.
End of Chapter six
WAHHH! Well, I'm sorry. I promise that in the next chapter there WILL be some sparks, I promise! I think my sister has been making this story LAGGG on long enough! LOL! In the next chapter, Bulma actually KISSES Vegeta in his sleep . . . and he wakes up while she's doing it! Find out what he does in chapter seven!