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"Ve-ge-ta.." she whispered, as her eyes flickered open. A blurred image of him loomed over her head, but she knew it was him. Before he had a chance to answer her, she fell back. Luckily, he caught her seconds before she slammed into the floor again. He cradled her feeble body in his arms, listening intently to her weak shaky breathing.
*What's wrong with me?* he thought angrily, after closing the door behind him where he'd laid Bulma down to rest. *Why did I do that? Why do I care if she's hurt or not? And what was she doing in there?* He plopped down in his chair before the control panel, resting his head on his hand. He wouldn't get any answers until her woke up.
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Bulma slowly opened her eyes as she awoke. Her head was throbbing, the pain ringing through her skull. *Where am I?* she thought, instinctively placing her hand on her forehead. Her eyes widened in horror and she shot up, seeing light blood smeared on her fingertips. All she could think to do was panic. She screamed as loud as her lungs permitted her to, and looked around frantically, confused at her surroundings, which she would have easily registered as familiar had she not been in a panic.
Vegeta, who had been in the control room outside the bedroom door, came running in. After finding her to be in bed safely, he assured himself that the reason he'd run in so fast was to see what happened out of curiosity, not fear for her safety. "Stop that," he demanded rudely with an angry scowl. Her screaming hadn't ceased 'til he spoke.
"Wh-wh-what happened!?" she cried, touching her forehead once more, as if she were making sure she was bleeding. "Where am I!?" she screamed even louder, as if that were possible, totally ignoring Vegeta's angry glare. "What-"
"If you'd stop your incessant yelping, I'd answer you." He crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. "Are you going to be quiet now?" She nodded nervously with a slight squeaking noise. She looked like a terrified animal whose master is about to hit them, her legs pulled stiffly to her chest, arms wrapped around them. "Ok. First of all, I don't know what happened to your head. I found you like that, and covered the wound. Second, you are in space, aboard MY ship. And third, I don't know how the hell you got here! So I think you have some explaining to do to me!"
Her eyes welled up with hopeless tears. "Y-y-you mean t-t-to t-t- tell me that I'm st-st-stuck in sp-space with y-you!?" she stuttered through painful sobs. She couldn't believe it was true. It couldn't be. She was safe in bed. She'd completely forgot about her forehead with blood soaked bandages, with all the panic and confusion she was subjected to.
"You don't listen very well, do you?" His voice was low and calm, yet very much annoyed. He hoped she'd get this over and done with soon. His ears were beginning to ring painfully.
"How did I get here!?" Vegeta threw his arms in the air with frustration and stalked back out into the control room. Bulma looked at the empty doorway a moment, then quickly threw her blankets off and scrambled after him, only to fall on her way. She screamed out in agony as her head collided with the wall on the other side of the room.
"Bulma!" Vegeta yelled, turning sharply and heading her way.
"Back off!" she hissed, seeming back to her normal snippy self. She hadn't even realized what he just called her, though he had. His eyes widened, then immediately narrowed into a glare; more towards himself than her.
*Stupid Onna* he thought, stalking back over to where he'd been sitting. *Why does she have to be so damn accident-prone!?* "Are you alright?" he huffed, looking down at her. She still hadn't gotten up off the floor.
"I'm fine!" She glared angrily up at him, as if it were his fault she was there. Lost in the depths of space with a murderous psycho. About five, maybe more, awkward minutes passed and still she sat on the floor, starring blankly ahead.
"What was the last thing you remember?" he asked, breaking the silence, and trying to stay calm. If not he would surely harm her out of rage, and being in deep space and all its not like there was anyone to hold him back. She was really getting on his nerves, more now than ever.
She didn't answer him, let alone move for several minutes. Vegeta sighed deeply, then stood, walked over, and kneeled down in front of her. He slowly reached out his arm and touched the bloody bandage lightly. She flinched slightly, and closed her eyes. "I remember doing some last minute adjustments on the ship," she sighed, hearing the sound of him ripping more of his body suit. "I finished, then was about to go to bed when I saw it was raining.." Vegeta carefully untied the soiled bandage, and replaced it with a fresh clean on. Then he sat back, crossing his legs and listened. "I didn't have any pants or shoes and didn't want to catch cold." She opened her eyes and looked down at her body. She wore only underwear and a half torn tee shirt. "I still need pants.." She took a deep reluctant breath, then continued in a raspy voice. "I remembered I had some spare clothes stored on the ship in a compartment below. Don't ask me why they were there. I forgot..So anyways, I was reaching in to get my dino-caps which had the clothes in them, when lightning struck..I startled me and I fell into the hole.the next thing I remember was waking up in bed.." He looked at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to continue on with more. She said nothing, only pulled at the fringe of her shirt and looked down.
"Well," he said, standing and reaching a hand to her. She hesitantly grabbed it and he pulled her to unsteady feet. She held onto his arm a moment until her regained her balance, then stepped back cautiously. She'd never been this alone with Vegeta before, she suddenly realized. Someone had always been in the next room or in the house or next door. But now they were in space, with no one around for, not miles, but light years. She wondered what would happen. Would he kill her? Or would he simply ignore her? Whatever was to happen, the thought of being alone with him for so long made her incredibly uneasy. But little did she know, her Saiyan friend was feeling just as uneasy as her, if not more. "I guess you're stuck here," was all he said, then walked away and sat back in his chair, and continued to stare into space.
"When will we get to wherever we're going?" Bulma asked, not moving from where she was, for fear of, well him.
"A week," he said flatly.
"A week!? You mean I have to spend a week alone with you!?" she screamed, stomping over to him angrily.
"No Onna. We have to spend at least two weeks together. But that's only if we left the moment we got there, but we can't. Such a low quality ship needs recovery time and maintenance after landing, which certain tools for repair, so you're looking at more like five or six-"
"Five or six weeks!?"
"No," he sighed, turning to her, an emotion in his eyes she'd never witnessed before: fear. "Months.." Her jaw dropped, nearly to the floor.
"M-m-months?" she stuttered, hoping she'd heard wrong. He nodded solemnly. This was not going to be pretty. "Are you serious!?"
"No I'm lying," he said sarcastically, earning an annoyed glare. "Of course I'm serious. I'm just as mad about this as you are."
"I beg to differ," she huffed crossing her arms in the same manner he was accustomed to doing. "Why the hell does the ship take THAT long to recover!? I know I built it bett-"
"No, you did not. Saiyan technology is of high quality. Yours is barely useable," he said matter-of-factly, shaking his had in disapproval. Bulma stood silent for a moment, allowing his words to register, then launched herself at him, knocking him to the ground.
"You asshole!! This ship is state of the art!! How dare you!" she screamed, turning blue in the face as she squeezed his thick muscular neck as hard as she could. But it was no use. It only made him laugh devilishly. "Why the hell are you laughing!!?"
"You actually think you can hurt ME!?" he laughed, pushing her back easily. "Just stop." His face suddenly became serious. "If we have to spend the next six months together, I don't want you down my throat and yelling all the time. I have a lot of important training to do, and you being here makes it twice as hard."
"How so?" she asked, still sitting on his stomach.
"Well if I was alone I would only have to think about myself-"
"And how does me being here change that?"
"The planet we are going to may seem barren, but there are many inhabitants. The location on the planet I chose is secluded, but that doesn't mean life forms won't be around. They are extremely dangerous and-"
"Get to the point Vegeta. What the hell are you trying to say!!?"
"I have to protect you, damn it!!" he yelled, shoving her off him roughly.
"Protect me? Why the hell would you, the almighty Prince, ever want to do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because, if I don't your stupid friends will have a fit and try to kill me. Not that it would be a challenege, but its quite the nuisance."
"Like you care. Whatever. I'm going to bed." With that she turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Vegeta flinched slightly as the door made contact with its frame. He was still sitting on the floor where Bulma had pushed him down, starring off blankly.
*Fool!* he yelled at himself as he stood and stalked over to his chair. *Don't let her distract you! You have a mission! That is your only concern!* But before Vegeta could get too deep into thought, Bulma's door swung open. She looked around a moment, then continued to her destination. She walked over and stopped in front of the trap door. She didn't bend over and open it though, only stared at it as if willing it to open on its own. "Just open the damn thing!" Vegeta yelled. Her ears perked up, and she lifted her head and glared at him.
"I can't. I don't want to hit my head AGAIN!" she barked back, stomping her foot angrily. Vegeta huffed and rolled his eyes, but got up. He walked slowly over to her, taking his sweet time. "Hurry up. I want to go to bed." He growled at her upon coming to the trap door, then bent down and opened it. Then just as he was about to walk away, Bulma grabbed his arm.
"What?"
"I need you to get the dino-caps for me."
"Ugh!" He got down on all fours, reached into the compartment, and pulled out a small tin box. "Here!" he huffed, shoving the container at her. She ripped it from his grip and stalked back into the bedroom.
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Bulma awoke the next morning, or whatever time it was, to the sound of dripping water. She opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings. She was about to go into another fit of panic, when the events of the previous day came rushing into her mind. She looked around, propping herself up on her elbows, to find the source of the annoying dripping sound. "Damn Vegeta," she sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing her eyes. Taking her thumb and index finger, Bulma took hold of some skin on her upper arm and squeezed as hard as she could. It was one last attempt to prove she was dreaming. She rubbed her arm where she'd just pinched herself and scowled as she stood up. It wasn't a dream. She walked lazily over to the bathroom, fumbled to find the light switch, then walked in. The shower was what was making the dripping noise, which had seemed to get louder and louder with each passing second. It probably seemed much louder to her though, for her head still ached. She reached into the shower and turned off the faucet.
(In the kitchen) Vegeta sat at the table shoveling in his breakfast. He'd been too impatient to wait for Bulma to fix something, though she wouldn't have even if she was up, so he had to settle with freeze dried stuff. "Vegeta," Bulma said as she entered the kitchen, wearing nothing more than light blue sweat pants with a Capsule Corp. logo and a white cotton sports bra.
"What?" he growled, not looking up from his food.
"Make sure you turn the faucet ALL the way after you're done in the shower," she spat, plopping down in a chair across from him. "What the hell are you eating?" She wrinkled her nose and poked at it suspiciously. Vegeta snapped at her (You know like dogs nips at people, but of course much more sexy heehee), wrapping his arms around his plate and pulling it to his chest. "Sorrrrrry!" Vegeta looked up in attempt to glare at her, but couldn't bring his eyebrows to narrow far enough when he saw her clothes, or lack there of.
"Put some clothes on woman," he grunted regaining his composer, and concentrating back on his meal.
"Oh shut up. You never complained about it before." She gave him a big toothy grin, then proceeded to get herself some breakfast. Vegeta put another forkful of "eggs" into his mouth, as he watched her walked away out of the corner of his eye. He had to admit, she had a great body. He wondered subconsciously how she keep such a perfect form when she ate so much and did such little exercise, if any.
Bulma came back to the table moments later with a large bowl of cereal, several pieces of toast, an apple, some grapes and a glass of orange juice. "Careful Onna," Vegeta said with a smirk. "You don't wanna get fat." She looked up at him in horror.
"Did you just say what I think you said?" she hissed, slamming her fists on the table. "I am NOT fat!!"
"I never said you were. I said you will if you keep eating like that." He pointed at the large quantity of food in front of her.
"I will not!" she yelled, throwing the apple at him. He caught it, of course, then took a huge bite and tossed it back.
"Alright alright. Just watch it." He smirked at her, then got up and left the room.
"I'm not going to get fat," she mumbled, pushing her food away. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.
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---Chapter 2 is complete!! You can praise me now!! Come on! Bow down to me!! Muahahaha!! So anyways.REVIEW!! I hope ya'll like it!! :D And I know it's another really short one, but it's still the beginning and it's how I had the chapters before when I didn't write really long ones, so please put up with it a little while longer. :P
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: Landing and Bulma ventures out in the alien wildness.
"Ve-ge-ta.." she whispered, as her eyes flickered open. A blurred image of him loomed over her head, but she knew it was him. Before he had a chance to answer her, she fell back. Luckily, he caught her seconds before she slammed into the floor again. He cradled her feeble body in his arms, listening intently to her weak shaky breathing.
*What's wrong with me?* he thought angrily, after closing the door behind him where he'd laid Bulma down to rest. *Why did I do that? Why do I care if she's hurt or not? And what was she doing in there?* He plopped down in his chair before the control panel, resting his head on his hand. He wouldn't get any answers until her woke up.
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Bulma slowly opened her eyes as she awoke. Her head was throbbing, the pain ringing through her skull. *Where am I?* she thought, instinctively placing her hand on her forehead. Her eyes widened in horror and she shot up, seeing light blood smeared on her fingertips. All she could think to do was panic. She screamed as loud as her lungs permitted her to, and looked around frantically, confused at her surroundings, which she would have easily registered as familiar had she not been in a panic.
Vegeta, who had been in the control room outside the bedroom door, came running in. After finding her to be in bed safely, he assured himself that the reason he'd run in so fast was to see what happened out of curiosity, not fear for her safety. "Stop that," he demanded rudely with an angry scowl. Her screaming hadn't ceased 'til he spoke.
"Wh-wh-what happened!?" she cried, touching her forehead once more, as if she were making sure she was bleeding. "Where am I!?" she screamed even louder, as if that were possible, totally ignoring Vegeta's angry glare. "What-"
"If you'd stop your incessant yelping, I'd answer you." He crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat. "Are you going to be quiet now?" She nodded nervously with a slight squeaking noise. She looked like a terrified animal whose master is about to hit them, her legs pulled stiffly to her chest, arms wrapped around them. "Ok. First of all, I don't know what happened to your head. I found you like that, and covered the wound. Second, you are in space, aboard MY ship. And third, I don't know how the hell you got here! So I think you have some explaining to do to me!"
Her eyes welled up with hopeless tears. "Y-y-you mean t-t-to t-t- tell me that I'm st-st-stuck in sp-space with y-you!?" she stuttered through painful sobs. She couldn't believe it was true. It couldn't be. She was safe in bed. She'd completely forgot about her forehead with blood soaked bandages, with all the panic and confusion she was subjected to.
"You don't listen very well, do you?" His voice was low and calm, yet very much annoyed. He hoped she'd get this over and done with soon. His ears were beginning to ring painfully.
"How did I get here!?" Vegeta threw his arms in the air with frustration and stalked back out into the control room. Bulma looked at the empty doorway a moment, then quickly threw her blankets off and scrambled after him, only to fall on her way. She screamed out in agony as her head collided with the wall on the other side of the room.
"Bulma!" Vegeta yelled, turning sharply and heading her way.
"Back off!" she hissed, seeming back to her normal snippy self. She hadn't even realized what he just called her, though he had. His eyes widened, then immediately narrowed into a glare; more towards himself than her.
*Stupid Onna* he thought, stalking back over to where he'd been sitting. *Why does she have to be so damn accident-prone!?* "Are you alright?" he huffed, looking down at her. She still hadn't gotten up off the floor.
"I'm fine!" She glared angrily up at him, as if it were his fault she was there. Lost in the depths of space with a murderous psycho. About five, maybe more, awkward minutes passed and still she sat on the floor, starring blankly ahead.
"What was the last thing you remember?" he asked, breaking the silence, and trying to stay calm. If not he would surely harm her out of rage, and being in deep space and all its not like there was anyone to hold him back. She was really getting on his nerves, more now than ever.
She didn't answer him, let alone move for several minutes. Vegeta sighed deeply, then stood, walked over, and kneeled down in front of her. He slowly reached out his arm and touched the bloody bandage lightly. She flinched slightly, and closed her eyes. "I remember doing some last minute adjustments on the ship," she sighed, hearing the sound of him ripping more of his body suit. "I finished, then was about to go to bed when I saw it was raining.." Vegeta carefully untied the soiled bandage, and replaced it with a fresh clean on. Then he sat back, crossing his legs and listened. "I didn't have any pants or shoes and didn't want to catch cold." She opened her eyes and looked down at her body. She wore only underwear and a half torn tee shirt. "I still need pants.." She took a deep reluctant breath, then continued in a raspy voice. "I remembered I had some spare clothes stored on the ship in a compartment below. Don't ask me why they were there. I forgot..So anyways, I was reaching in to get my dino-caps which had the clothes in them, when lightning struck..I startled me and I fell into the hole.the next thing I remember was waking up in bed.." He looked at her for a moment, as if waiting for her to continue on with more. She said nothing, only pulled at the fringe of her shirt and looked down.
"Well," he said, standing and reaching a hand to her. She hesitantly grabbed it and he pulled her to unsteady feet. She held onto his arm a moment until her regained her balance, then stepped back cautiously. She'd never been this alone with Vegeta before, she suddenly realized. Someone had always been in the next room or in the house or next door. But now they were in space, with no one around for, not miles, but light years. She wondered what would happen. Would he kill her? Or would he simply ignore her? Whatever was to happen, the thought of being alone with him for so long made her incredibly uneasy. But little did she know, her Saiyan friend was feeling just as uneasy as her, if not more. "I guess you're stuck here," was all he said, then walked away and sat back in his chair, and continued to stare into space.
"When will we get to wherever we're going?" Bulma asked, not moving from where she was, for fear of, well him.
"A week," he said flatly.
"A week!? You mean I have to spend a week alone with you!?" she screamed, stomping over to him angrily.
"No Onna. We have to spend at least two weeks together. But that's only if we left the moment we got there, but we can't. Such a low quality ship needs recovery time and maintenance after landing, which certain tools for repair, so you're looking at more like five or six-"
"Five or six weeks!?"
"No," he sighed, turning to her, an emotion in his eyes she'd never witnessed before: fear. "Months.." Her jaw dropped, nearly to the floor.
"M-m-months?" she stuttered, hoping she'd heard wrong. He nodded solemnly. This was not going to be pretty. "Are you serious!?"
"No I'm lying," he said sarcastically, earning an annoyed glare. "Of course I'm serious. I'm just as mad about this as you are."
"I beg to differ," she huffed crossing her arms in the same manner he was accustomed to doing. "Why the hell does the ship take THAT long to recover!? I know I built it bett-"
"No, you did not. Saiyan technology is of high quality. Yours is barely useable," he said matter-of-factly, shaking his had in disapproval. Bulma stood silent for a moment, allowing his words to register, then launched herself at him, knocking him to the ground.
"You asshole!! This ship is state of the art!! How dare you!" she screamed, turning blue in the face as she squeezed his thick muscular neck as hard as she could. But it was no use. It only made him laugh devilishly. "Why the hell are you laughing!!?"
"You actually think you can hurt ME!?" he laughed, pushing her back easily. "Just stop." His face suddenly became serious. "If we have to spend the next six months together, I don't want you down my throat and yelling all the time. I have a lot of important training to do, and you being here makes it twice as hard."
"How so?" she asked, still sitting on his stomach.
"Well if I was alone I would only have to think about myself-"
"And how does me being here change that?"
"The planet we are going to may seem barren, but there are many inhabitants. The location on the planet I chose is secluded, but that doesn't mean life forms won't be around. They are extremely dangerous and-"
"Get to the point Vegeta. What the hell are you trying to say!!?"
"I have to protect you, damn it!!" he yelled, shoving her off him roughly.
"Protect me? Why the hell would you, the almighty Prince, ever want to do that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because, if I don't your stupid friends will have a fit and try to kill me. Not that it would be a challenege, but its quite the nuisance."
"Like you care. Whatever. I'm going to bed." With that she turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Vegeta flinched slightly as the door made contact with its frame. He was still sitting on the floor where Bulma had pushed him down, starring off blankly.
*Fool!* he yelled at himself as he stood and stalked over to his chair. *Don't let her distract you! You have a mission! That is your only concern!* But before Vegeta could get too deep into thought, Bulma's door swung open. She looked around a moment, then continued to her destination. She walked over and stopped in front of the trap door. She didn't bend over and open it though, only stared at it as if willing it to open on its own. "Just open the damn thing!" Vegeta yelled. Her ears perked up, and she lifted her head and glared at him.
"I can't. I don't want to hit my head AGAIN!" she barked back, stomping her foot angrily. Vegeta huffed and rolled his eyes, but got up. He walked slowly over to her, taking his sweet time. "Hurry up. I want to go to bed." He growled at her upon coming to the trap door, then bent down and opened it. Then just as he was about to walk away, Bulma grabbed his arm.
"What?"
"I need you to get the dino-caps for me."
"Ugh!" He got down on all fours, reached into the compartment, and pulled out a small tin box. "Here!" he huffed, shoving the container at her. She ripped it from his grip and stalked back into the bedroom.
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Bulma awoke the next morning, or whatever time it was, to the sound of dripping water. She opened her eyes and looked around at her surroundings. She was about to go into another fit of panic, when the events of the previous day came rushing into her mind. She looked around, propping herself up on her elbows, to find the source of the annoying dripping sound. "Damn Vegeta," she sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and rubbing her eyes. Taking her thumb and index finger, Bulma took hold of some skin on her upper arm and squeezed as hard as she could. It was one last attempt to prove she was dreaming. She rubbed her arm where she'd just pinched herself and scowled as she stood up. It wasn't a dream. She walked lazily over to the bathroom, fumbled to find the light switch, then walked in. The shower was what was making the dripping noise, which had seemed to get louder and louder with each passing second. It probably seemed much louder to her though, for her head still ached. She reached into the shower and turned off the faucet.
(In the kitchen) Vegeta sat at the table shoveling in his breakfast. He'd been too impatient to wait for Bulma to fix something, though she wouldn't have even if she was up, so he had to settle with freeze dried stuff. "Vegeta," Bulma said as she entered the kitchen, wearing nothing more than light blue sweat pants with a Capsule Corp. logo and a white cotton sports bra.
"What?" he growled, not looking up from his food.
"Make sure you turn the faucet ALL the way after you're done in the shower," she spat, plopping down in a chair across from him. "What the hell are you eating?" She wrinkled her nose and poked at it suspiciously. Vegeta snapped at her (You know like dogs nips at people, but of course much more sexy heehee), wrapping his arms around his plate and pulling it to his chest. "Sorrrrrry!" Vegeta looked up in attempt to glare at her, but couldn't bring his eyebrows to narrow far enough when he saw her clothes, or lack there of.
"Put some clothes on woman," he grunted regaining his composer, and concentrating back on his meal.
"Oh shut up. You never complained about it before." She gave him a big toothy grin, then proceeded to get herself some breakfast. Vegeta put another forkful of "eggs" into his mouth, as he watched her walked away out of the corner of his eye. He had to admit, she had a great body. He wondered subconsciously how she keep such a perfect form when she ate so much and did such little exercise, if any.
Bulma came back to the table moments later with a large bowl of cereal, several pieces of toast, an apple, some grapes and a glass of orange juice. "Careful Onna," Vegeta said with a smirk. "You don't wanna get fat." She looked up at him in horror.
"Did you just say what I think you said?" she hissed, slamming her fists on the table. "I am NOT fat!!"
"I never said you were. I said you will if you keep eating like that." He pointed at the large quantity of food in front of her.
"I will not!" she yelled, throwing the apple at him. He caught it, of course, then took a huge bite and tossed it back.
"Alright alright. Just watch it." He smirked at her, then got up and left the room.
"I'm not going to get fat," she mumbled, pushing her food away. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.
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---Chapter 2 is complete!! You can praise me now!! Come on! Bow down to me!! Muahahaha!! So anyways.REVIEW!! I hope ya'll like it!! :D And I know it's another really short one, but it's still the beginning and it's how I had the chapters before when I didn't write really long ones, so please put up with it a little while longer. :P
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: Landing and Bulma ventures out in the alien wildness.