Chap 4.

Sleeping Beauty!

The wall was littered with spit balls; some had fallen to the floor. Bulma leaned back in her seat loading up her next shot. She ripped another small piece of paper from the GR's construction plans. She had all but given up, however she was being careful enough to not rip from the NEW GR plans-previous ones would do just fine.

She was dress in a black tank that was rather form fitting, and a pair of jeans that were loose but not baggy. Her hair she had brushed and left down to flow over her shoulders.

"Woman? What in the hell are you doing?"

Bulma was a bit surprised by his voice breaking in. She shrugged in reply and blew into her straw for one finally shot. She set it aside and glanced at him. He was leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his bare chest, his eyes intense. His lips remained set but were smooth. He had obviously been doing some training, even without the GR, he was a bit sweaty. She could tell with out having to look at him just by the smell alone.

"Do me a favor Vegeta…" He raised an eyebrow. "Bathe before you come anywhere near my presence."

Vegeta scuffed has his eyes went wide for a moment, but in an instant his face returned to its marbled looked. "Look, Woman, I will bathe when I feel like it. And has for you!" He took the moment to lightly point at her, "Where is the GR? You should have finished it by now!"

Bulma stopped examining her wrist. They had for the most part, healed. Their was still a bit of swelling but they were practically un-noticeable, and they weren't causing her much pain either. "Look-Veggie head- You asked for a GR that was, well, impossible for this little planet to produce. Even MY intelligence cannot come up with an answer."

"Woman what are you babbling about-"

"HAS I WAS SAYING!..... I have created a design more than suited for your so called training sessions, and much, much more-however; Earth just does not have any kind of material what so ever that could hold up more than a few of your out bursts." She started to examine her nails, she wasn't that afraid of him.

Vegeta humphed. "So basically, Woman, your saying your planet cannot produce any metal or material that could hold up to a Saiyan."

"….Whatever helps your ego, Veg." Bulma crossed her arms and stared directly into Vegeta's eyes, hard. He was pushing and so was she.

"Woman… there is one thing on this planet that can hold up to a Saiyan." That devilish smirk played on his lips. Her eyes focused onto them.

An instant later he was their, holding her, his lips firmly pressed to hers. Passion, heat, the blur! She could feel herself starting to give away---

"WOMAN!!!" Bulma jumped out of her seat from being so rudely awaken. She rubbed her now very sorry butt cheek. She was a bit shaken by the dream. How odd! She could hear the irate Saiyan stomping down the halls, coming to find her. She had not finished the GR, much like in the dream-the wall was even covered in spit wads, and she had nothing to show to Vegeta.

"Woman, what in the hell are you doing?" Dejavu? Bulma stood up off the floor and turned to face her doom. Unfortunately he was fully clothed.

"You want to know where the GR is. Right?" Vegeta only crossed his arms and cocked his head slightly. His nose ever so pointed in the air.

"What else would I come for?" Bulma sighed and sat back down into her seat, this was going to be hard…for her. For HIM! She wasn't quite sure how to phrase this. Gee…Vegeta, Sorry, I just can't build one for you today, the planet ran out of metals! Or Vegeta, I'll only build you a GR if you keep your power below a million. She had an intense image of her head being blow from her shoulders.

"WELL!" Vegeta was growing impatient with the woman's slowness today.

"Well, Vegeta,-" WHAT TO SAY! "Earth….no,…"

"Woman hurry up…"

"I have plans all drawn up, and to say the least, you would never need another GR again! But….earthdoesn'tcarryanytypeofmaterialcapableofholdinguptoyourstrenght." Bulma shut her eyes and awaited the final blow.  After a few moments she cracked her eyes open to take a peek. Vegeta stood quietly, with an amused look on his face.

"What?" Bulma couldn't help but say in her helpless, girly voice.

"Repeat what you just said."

"Uhm…..Earth doesn't have strong enough metal?"

"No, no… word from word."

"Uh…. Earth doesn't carry any type of material capable of holding up to your strength." After she had said it slow the second time, she caught the mistake. She must have just boosted his ego by twenty fold.

Vegeta grinned, and that scared her-Vegeta never grinned, smirk maybe slightly smile, but he never grinned like that.

"Woman prepare a ship, we'll get the material you will need." He left the room with his head held high and his chin in the air. Bulma wanted to drink acid to remove her tongue. She knew it was a mean thing, she just never knew it would switch around on her! She had just admitted to Vegeta being incredibly strong, oh yea, his ego must have taken a major shoot through the roof.

Wait? What did he mean by 'We will get the material you need'? OH shit, did she just get herself into another trip to some off world planet!"

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Vegeta pranced happily up the stairs to the kitchen. The woman had just admitted that he had great strength, Was she ill? She must be severely ill to have admitted to that. None the less, he could understand that this planet did not have the technology to withstand a Saiyan. Most planets didn't. However, he knew of some that did… and this way he could get some revenge on a few individuals, Bulma included.

Vegeta smirked like the devil has plans began to formulate in his mind. He came around to the kitchen, Bulma's parents were still out of town, and would be for a few more weeks. He wondered if their would be any possible way to get off the planet without them returning home first. He'd have to ask the woman later when she came up from the lab.

He pulled open a drawer, rumbled through some of the mess until he found a piece of paper and a pen. "Humans and their difficult ways…" Their were much easier ways to taking down notes than writing them. Why hadn't this planet created a voice active pad yet? Surely they had enough brains to do at least that!  Vegeta figured, it was best to leave this planet alone has far as technology went. It just wasn't worth the time.

He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and began to write a list.

Chances are he would have to take them to the southern end of the galaxy, and if the ship they were going to take was anything like the first one, that would take a month alone. They would have to travel to at least three planets in mind, maybe more if things went array. That could take any where from two to six months more of travel.

Vegeta wondered if he had the time to waste on this trip. The Androids7 would arrive… soon. Too soon. He still had a two years roughly, but this trip could take up a total of eight months. Unless… he could stop at Meta on the way back… they could replenish their supplies for whatever the woman would desire, and he could train, he could train hard there. They had the gravity chambers that could hold up to a Saiyan… of course, he wasn't sure if they could hold up to his power level.

He looked at the travel plan and noticed something that could cut the trip short by several months. Meta had the technology, they would have a list of the materials and everything the woman would need. They may have to travel around a bit to get everything, but this would make things easier in the long run.

Vegeta leaned back in the seat, crossing his arms he thought hard about the plan. Meta was about two almost three months from earth at top speed. They would have to stop at Vometica to refuel…. Not somewhere he wanted to stop, but it would be necessary. Once they stopped at Meta, Vegeta anticipated the trip to be no more than six months. If even that. He would still be wasting half of a year, but in the long run it would be for the better. And if Meta had increased their technologies, it was possible that the training their could be all he would need.

Vegeta gave a quirk of a smile. Meta it was. He sat up and began to write the list of supplies. Bulma soon came trotting in.

"Ok, wait, Vegeta. Stop writing, and look at me I've got questions." Vegeta rolled his eyes, grunted and continued writing.

"How do you expect me to go out with you into space? Why do I even have to go! It's your GR, you know what you want! I'm really not space worthy, the most I spent out their was when I went to Namik, and yea, that turned out so great. I'm human; I should stay here, on earth. Besides. You always complain about my never ending talking. I'm loud, bitchy, and ugly, remember? Why spend so long in a small ship with only me has company?"

Ok Vegeta could give her her point. "As right as you are, woman. There is one fact you overlooked. You're the scientist. You are building the GR. You know how it is made and what it is, right down to the very screw that holds it together, you will know what is needed for it. Understand?"
"I hate it when you actually use that brain of yours." Bulma said flatly.

"And it wouldn't kill you to use yours." Vegeta only replied back. He got up from his seat and handed her the list. "This is everything that will be necessary on the trip. Plan for it to last at the least of six months, woman. When can we leave?"

He kept his eyes on her, waiting for her reply.

He watched has her chest rose slowly, and lips parted slightly as she sighed. "I'm going to make a few modifications on the ship downstairs. Upgrades mostly, that shouldn't take me too long. And has for these supplies. Easy, I can get those in no more than two days. Packing my things will probably take the longest."

"This isn't a joy ride woman; I suggest you pack things that are ONLY necessary. But exactly how long can we leave?"

"If I call in the team, one week."

"Good, get it done then woman." Vegeta went to leave the room, but stopped at the door and decided to comment further. "It's also my advice that you plan on not wearing clothing too showing woman. As much as I'd love to sell you off, I don't have the time to deal with slave merchants."

"SLAVE MERCHANTS!" Bulma whipped around with her hands on her hips and a glare set into place… but he was already gone. Damn that man!

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Damn! What had she gotten herself into! DAMN, DAMN, DAMN.

Bulma flipped on the switch to one of the many workstations in her labs. This was actually one of the biggest ones. She dug through one of the drawers. They had always kept spares to some of their greatest achievements. Like the original GR/spaceship. She found it, capsule number B2054. She brushed some strands of hair out of her eyes, clicked the button and threw it to the ground.

An instant later, the space ship. Bulma sighed. She would have to get started on this now. She walked over to a phone near a desk in the back room. She pulled Vegeta's list out. Well he was a thorough man. Knew exactly what he wanted. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

"let's see." She cleared her throat and began to read off the list, as she thought, Vegeta might do so. "Sealable food (and just so your little brain computes, space safe food. And enough of it!), Water, six month supply, maybe a year to be safe. Aspirin, with you on board I will need at least fifteen bottles worth. And with you on board, you will at least need a bottle for every month. Twenty-one bottles cumulative." Bulma took a moment to stick her tongue out at the list. "Durable rope, make it 50 ft worth, or bring several. Cords, metal, elastic, etc. Blah, blah, blah… you may not talk much Vegeta, but you can ramble." She read over the rest of the list. Everything was practical. She had more work to do than she thought. It would be better to call in the team today.

She reached over and began to speed dial everyone on the work load list. After she had gotten a good team of twenty-five, she ordered pizza… and allot of it.

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Several days passed. Bulma and the team prepared the ship and supplies. Bulma, using her brains had remodeled the GR to a full space worthy ship, and GR. At least that would keep Vegeta out of her hair for a good deal of the trip. Her favorite new room was of course, her to be bedroom….and bath. She had installed a rather nice Jacuzzi tub. Not exactly her dream tub, it was small or has some would say, regular sized. But it did its job for Bulma. She had also given Vegeta his own quarters… near the GR, with his OWN shower, and his OWN water supply and heating equipment. Leaving her just that much more pleasure. Sadly, she could only create one kitchen and sitting area, and one control room. But the separate rooms would do. Vegeta the basement, and her the glorious tower… as she so fondly put it.

Vegeta had made several swoops in to see how the construction went, scaring a few of the workers. He too was fund of the arrangements. He couldn't complain, it would allow him to train… no where near as hard as he would like to, but anything would be better than putting up with her.

Chichi and Goku both knew of, what Chichi referred to as the 'get-a-away', the trip Bulma and Vegeta were going on. They had stopped by during the week- Chichi had passed out when she heard the news, Goku only grinned and asked to eat something. Bulma felt it odd though; she knew that Chichi thought the two were up to something, probably romantic, Bulma wanted to laugh… like Vegeta could be romantic.

She had one day left. Just one to pack her things; finish the loading of equipment before Vegie-head would demand to be on their way. She sighed has she sat in a chair, looking at her new creation. Everyone had gone home by now, several of them wouldn't be needed for the job tomorrow. They had been paid, and were more than happy.

Tomorrow they would finish everything, and then they would be off. Off on a trip Bulma hadn't totally agreed to. Yea, sure Vegeta had a good reason to why she needed to go. And yes, although he hadn't directly said it, and had tried to hide it has much as possible, he had admitted to his need of her brains. It felt good to feel like she was needed for something, even if it was just her brains. Hell she had put up with her looks for a good deal of her life, why not everything else she was made of. Scary to think Vegeta had been the one to do that. Look at her for a piece of brains and not ass. Of course, that only went to as far as she knew!

She thought quietly to herself. WHAT would she take! ....she didn't want to think about it right now, way too tired.

"Get some sleep, woman. You still have to pack and I want to leave as early as possible."

"For a man with allot of muscle and a big mouth, you sure are sneaking."

"All the better to kill with." Ha-ha, very funny…smart-ass Bulma thought.

"Uh-huh, sure thing Veg. What time is it anyways?"
"Do I look like a walking clock?" She couldn't see him, but she could feel him. Staring down at her, with that cocky look and his arms crossed. She wished she had some strength to just once get a good slap in.

"Well, with you being so punctual and everything, one could only presume…" Bulma looked at her watch. 2:15:28 A.M in big, green lettering. "Sleep… after a shower. Night vegetable-head. DON'T TOUCH THE GR!" She said, oh so lovingly (please note sarcasm), as she walked out of the lab.

Vegeta humphed and followed her out, dreading the months to come.

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Vegeta pounded on the door to Bulma's bedroom. "Woman, I'm two seconds away from blasting this door in!" He listened for a moment, still nothing from the other side. He was growing impatient. It was 6 am, an hour late from when that woman should have been up. "Woman! This is your last warning!" Still nothing. Fine, the woman wanted to play hard….

The door flew in hitting the floor with a loud bang. Bulma jumped and sat up straight from her sleep with sheer horror on her face. "Woman get packing! I want to leave before Noon!"

Bulma's face was rigid with shock. She looked at the clock. 6 am! She had just gotten to sleep barely three hours ago! And she had just gotten the doors installed after the LAST time! Was he mad!

"Vegeta! What in the HELL are you doing! It's six o'clock in the morning! I have to get sleep, you know!"

"Woman, you'll have plenty of time to get your rest in while we are away! But in the mean-time you will get out of bed and complete the tasks at hand." Bulma had the strangest idea that Vegeta had PMS hourly.

She gave Vegeta the finger, flipped over and pulled the covers well over her head. "GO AWAY! I'll be UP in an HOUR or TWO, VEGETA! So JUST GO!!" Bulma shut her eyes tight, waiting for him to do something. But instead of Vegeta stomping over, pulling the sheeting off of her and screaming, she could only hear grumbles and doors opening…. Wait a minute.

Bulma popped her head up to see Vegeta throwing in HER clothes into one of her suit cases. The sad thing was he was actually going through them… what was the word. Rationally? Calmly Vegeta was sorting through her clothes, folding them, and setting them into the suitcase. Of course if Bulma had been paying closer attention, she would have realized the TYPE of clothing Vegeta was packing for her.

She hadn't even taken notice of him going through her underwear drawer, or his smirk.

"Wha-"

"There WOMAN! That takes care of that!" Vegeta walked over to Bulma, plucked her from the sheeting and threw her over his shoulder. "Stop kicking woman! I want to leave!"

"What the FUCK Vegeta! I can walk myself; I don't need you to haul me around."

"Obviously you do…" Vegeta mumbled has he picked up one of her suit cases from the floor. She screamed the whole way down to the ship. The entire crew that were running last minute checks could merely stared. Bulma wasn't one to wear much to bed other than her t-shirt. Just before Vegeta stepped unto the ship he called down to one of the closer workers barking orders to go and get the rest of the Woman's bags.  All Bulma could do at this point was cross her arms and put on the biggest pout she knew how to. Her hair was in shambles, she hadn't bathed yet, PLUS she had been hauled around on Vegeta's shoulder for the last ten minutes.

Even inside of the ship, she still had not been set down. "You can put me down Vegetable brain." Her only response was his hand tightening on her back. She could hear him mumbling about something as they stepped into a dark corridor, along the way she had seen the stairs leading down to his room. He was taking her to her room. With a smirk Bulma thought "Well, this isn't that bad!"

Before she knew it she heard her bag being thrown to the floor. Luckily she had faced the same fate. Vegeta dropped her 'gently' to the floor. She stood up and glared at him face to face. Even despite the fact the lights were off, his eyes glitter with a certain dark light.

"You're a bastard."

"Well, at least this way you can get back to your rest and leave those of us with matters to attend to without having your ugly face to see. Speaking of which, you need a shower."

"WHAT! HOW DARE YOU SA-HHH….." Bulma let out a scream has she felt Vegeta rip her only covering off. She had little time to think before she found her self in the shower stall and the water spraying ice. Vegeta's laugh echoed throughout the ship.

"You know, I wouldn't mind you to remain this way on the whole trip!"

He left howling like a mad man. Bulma was left in shock. Too many things in too short of a time. And it was too damn early to!

She only hoped Vegeta did not have that great of night vision. Or she would have to blush ten degrees more.

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yea this chap was late, kinda dumb. But I've been busy! So, Gomen, please R&R!!!