Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed^_^!! But here you are; the second chap! Sorry about it taking so long to get out, I just started a new job and between school (and well… weekends) I just ran out of time.
Chap 2.
Are these hints at something?
She had been up all night working on the new plans for the GR. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, and every time she made a line on the paper her hand would hurt. She uncountiously rubbed her wrists as she thought about it. She was lucky no one was around to see her wrists. She had bandaged them, and would occasionally let them sit on ice to help with the swelling. That bastard, how dare he treat her like this! After all she had done for him!
She sighed and decided it would be best to not think about it. What to do? The new GR's design would defiantly prove itself worthy for the Prince. But she wasn't entirely sure that Earth had a metal or any kind of material that was "Saiyan Proof". And, despite how hard it was for her to admit, she doubted she could create anything remotely close to what she needed. She laid her head down on the desk in defeat. What was she going to?
"Where could I get it?! Who would know where I could get that kind of metal!" After she had said that, she almost expected Vegeta to pop up and have some witty remark about how this planet has this type of metal. Instantly solving her problem. But of course, she liked the fact that he wasn't there to pop up, and he didn't have that sort of information. Did he?
She sat up straight, her back narrow. Like she would stoop so low to ask him for ANY information! She could figure this out and on her own!
With new determination she picked up her pencil and readied herself to come up with the answer right there and then.
The clock ticked, signally that a minute had passed. She dropped the pencil and slumped over. "This is hopeless." She slammed her fist down on the table in frustration and immediately regretted it. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes, she blinked them away. "Utterly hopeless…"
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Vegeta dug threw the kitchen cabinets and "fridge" to find whatever he could to eat. That woman had forgotten to come and fix him dinner! And he thought that he had finally gotten that woman in the right place! He humphed and started to fix his own meal. This wasn't something he minded too much, he was used to catching and cooking his own meals, but something about this whole kitchen idea made him feel… out of place.
After seasoning his meat… which looked like dog scraps, he looked around to find the means for cooking it now. He spotted the grill; he had seen it used several times before. How hard could it be? Especially for him, the Prince. He trotted over and within no time, figured out the contraption. For some strange reason this felt to be a more comfortable situation than the "kitchen".
It was a hot day, comforting for the Prince. He figured that the season was somewhere close to summer. He sat down on the grass only a few feet away from his cooking meal and thought for a few. His thoughts were focused mostly on his primary goal.
Super Saiyan. His very heart would perk at the thought, but at the same time it filled him with rage. He was close, so very close, but just when he believed himself to be only a hands spread away from it, it would vanish. What was the key? What was it that he had missed? Kakarot would blab on about nonsense; about unlocking emotions and such. The poor fool. Emotions may have been the key for that idiot, but it most certainly was not for the Prince of Saiyans. Vegeta's emotions were beat out of him. The only things he could feel was when he was in battle.
It was indescribable feeling of pain mixed with pride, and with lust. His blood would boil with such force in a battle it felt he would explode; he could never feel that alive in anything else.
But Super Saiyan… He wanted to know, he wanted to feel it. It was his right to attain it.
The smell of his spiced meat filled his lungs, bringing him back to his snack. He looked at the cooking meat; it was perfect, only lightly browned on the outside. He took them off and threw a few more on for when he was done with these ones.
As he sat down to eat he had a moment of thought. Where was that woman? Preferably working on his GR, if she knew what was best for her. He smirked, he couldn't dismiss how the woman had looked, sweaty and 'ruffed' up, and when the fear had run its way through her system her aroma had intensified. However, at the same time that night had disturbed him. She was a lowly human, weak and pathetic. He could have snapped her wrists with only a pinch of more pressure.
His smirk deepened. He wondered just how she was managing at the moment.
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"Baka, baka, baka!!" Bulma repeated as she came up the stairs from the lab. Her head had started to throb with the incessant banging she had done on the desk top. She probably had a bruise to boot. Cooking meat filled the air, she could smell the bits of peper and what was that other spice?
Wait, who was cooking. The elder briefs were out on another one of their trips around the world. She rounded the corner and came to the kitchen only to find it empty. She blinked a few times, searching for any sign of human life. "Could I just be that hungry?" All though the room had no sign of human life it most certainly screamed Saiyan.
Bulma opened a few cabinets… then she moved to the refrigerator. She found the kitchen pretty empty all-right! "Thanks for leaving some food, mom." Bulma stated to herself flatly.
She sat down, crossed her legs and searched for the phone and phone book. Their was always pizza. She found the number, dialed and ordered food for tonight and tomorrow. But of course, in this case, she had NOT ordered for the bitchy prince, Vegeta. He could starve.
Bulma glanced at her watch; it would take at least an hour. She sighed as her stomach let out a yell that it might not make it. The smell of meat danced its way to her nose. This time it was stronger though, much stronger.
"Damn, I was beginning to hope you had fallen and hearten yourself."
She wasn't sure she wanted to respond… but how could she not respond? "You're so caring Vegeta. A real man." She could see his face harden. It made her smile just a little.
"Well, if you would like me to fully explain what I had meant, I will explain it to your tiny and fragile skull." She rolled her eyes, but they had found their way to the one slice of juicy meat on the table.
"Like I can't guess for myself. Hmm, let's see. You hoping that I had fallen and gotten hurt, so you could see me willow in pain and possibly die, therefore leaving you forever in peace… and without a GR might I add?" He chuckled has he came closer to her, her heart skipped a beat as she held her breath.
"No quite minx." He came up right next to her, he reached out a hand and started to play with a lock of her hair, and in a lower voice he said "Had you of fallen and have been hurt… the easier it would have been for me to…." he cut it short as he leaned in, keeping her eyes locked with his own he brushed the side of her face with his thumb. "Besides, I would only be without a GR until your father returned."
He was back by the table, near the meat. Her chest was heaving and she could feel the butterflies slamming into her stomach walls. "You look hungry; you can have this last scrap. Just be sure to hurry with the GR…. Woman." And he left the kitchen. Bulma could only think of one thing: had that been his second pass at her in the last week? Or was that the first? WAS it a pass?
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Vegeta slammed his fist into the ground, but he did it gently enough to only crack the marble. What was HE doing! He looked, glared, at his hand like it had betrayed him. Like IT had just touched that vile creature without his full consent. He should cut it off, cut it off and never have to see its disobedience again.
But that would also mean he would loose his hand and some advantages to having at least two. He growled to himself and picked himself up from his bedroom door. More or less he stomped into his bathroom. Flipping the faucet to full, he stripped and entered the hot shower. He leaned against the cool tile of the shower wall. Still glaring at his hand.
But his thoughts were distracted by the membrance of her hair and her skin. And the smell. Always her intoxicating smell.
He snarled and looked away from his hand. Had it really been that LONG since his last touch of a woman in bed? It wasn't disgraceful to enjoy such things, no matter what type of creature it was. But that….her….grr…THAT WOMAN, BULMA she wasn't a warrior, she was defiantly anything really… well… He had to think, what type of woman did he normally bed.
Warriors, assassins, the occasional slave, and their was that one dancer; he had to smirk at the thought. But Bulma? She was a loud mouthed, spoiled---SCIENTIST-BITCH! He dropped his gaze from the tile to the tubs drain. He watched the swirling water flow down it.
He smirked. She wanted to be a Saiyan, he'd treat her like one.
Sorry again for the short chap. But I hope they have been good! R&R, thanx!
Tiff.
