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"They're ruthless creatures with a lust for murder and destruction," he answered her before she could ask her question. "No more questions. Go to bed."
It hadn't occurred to her until then that she was extremely tired, and she let out a huge yawn. "Alright. Thanks for answering my questions. I'll make ya breakfast tomorrow. Night Vegeta," she said sweetly, then stood and padded across the floor to her bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Bulma walked around the perimeter of the ship, scooping out as far as her vision would talk her. It had been too cold inside, so she'd come out in hopes of warming up a little. She had been surprised the first time she'd been out at night that it was still so warm; in deserts back on Earth it was always incredibly cold at night. "Where are you Vegeta?" she sighed aloud, looking in the direction he had flown that morning. She was beginning to grow worried; he was usually back by now. "Vegeta!!" she yelled. No answer. Not like she had expected one though.
She had been outside for a good half an hour now, and there was still no sign of the Saiyan Prince. She walked a ways away from the ship, and sat on a rock next to a thorny bush with what looked like fruit on it. It was a light orange color and furry like a kiwi though much larger and more circular like an orange. She reached her out and poked it with her index finger, it was a lot softer than she had imagined. She plucked one from the bush and with a pocketknife carefully cut it open. It was definitely some type of fruit. The inside of it was soft and moist, with small red and yellow seeds clustered around the center. The fruit part itself was a dark orange, and smelled like nothing Bulma had ever indulged in before. It was wonderful. She lifted it to her mouth and took a small bite. Delicious! Better than any fruit she'd ever tasted. She wondered how such an awful, barren-looking place could have such savory fruits.
Just before she was about to take another bite, she heard a strange noise from behind her. It was almost a grunting or whining of some type of animal. She turned around slowly to become was face to face with a hideously ugly creature. It was twice the size of the ship, maybe bigger, with matted amber fur, pointed ears, huge gleaming gray eyes, and a massive mouth that held row upon row of jagged razor sharp teeth. From its mouth dripped a blue-ish ooze that when it contacted the sand burned right through.
All Bulma could manage to do was stand, frozen in place, her muscles cramping and holding in place. The beast leaned forward, its massive head bigger than her entire body, and sniffed her with its deer-like snout. She shrunk back in terror. Big mistake. The creature roared with anger and lifted its front legs in the air, kicking them wildly (Like a horse does). Bulma took a few shaky steps back, holding her arms out, then bolted towards the ship. The creature, who was terribly hungry and didn't want to lose its dinner, ran after her. It was extremely fast for such a large beast, and even though Bulma ran as fast as she could, she was no match for it; it was just too fast. It caught up to her in a matter of seconds, ramming its thick skull into her back, slamming her to the ground. She screamed out in agony as her stomach collided with a large sharp rock. This gave to the creature the perfect opportunity to make its move; it lunged forward, squashing Bulma with the weight of its entire body. Her lungs couldn't take the intense pressure, and she passed out on impact.
Miles away Vegeta felt a sudden ki drop and knew right away that it must be Bulma. He had been on his way back to the ship, so he increased his speed, sand kicking up behind him, swirling like a tornado. Within a matter of minutes he reached the ship, but Bulma was no where in sight. He drifted to the ground and landed. Scanning the area with his keen Saiyan senses, he spotted something in the distance. He walked over to it, and his breath was caught in his throat; a pool of thick dark blood, then a trail of it that went to the east. "Bulma.." he whispered, taking off in the direction of the blood trail.
It went on for a half mile or so, then stopped at the entrance to a cave. He peered inside, but it was far too deep to see in more than fifteen feet. He didn't hesitate a second, walking right in. It was damp with a horrendous odor that was almost too much for him to bear, but he had to press on. He walked slowly, listening carefully with his excellent hearing and after a few long moments finally heard something. Bulma. Or rather her heavy suppressed breathing. He ran until he came to a fork in the cave, listened a moment, then ran in the direction he heard her. But when he finally reached her, couldn't believe his eyes. She was lying on the floor of the cave, hardly recognizable; her face covered in blood, and her chest and stomach had been slashed repeatedly, oozing thick vermilion blood. But the beast? No where in sight.
Vegeta ran to her side, picking up her head, holding it to his chest. But he was too late. "Ve..ge..ta.." she gasped between painful breaths. .
"No woman....You can't die!" he howled, tears threatening to escape his eyes. She gave him a helpless look, face soiled with blood and tears, then closed her eyes. Immediately her head fell back, and her breathing suddenly halted. All Vegeta could do was stare at her lifeless body, then let his tears finally fall. "No! I won't let you die!!" he cried, pushing on her chest in attempt to revive her, but it was no use. He reached his head down, meeting his lips with hers, then pinching her nose shut, he breathed in, then pushed on her chest. He did it several more times and just when he was about to give up, having nothing left he could do, her eyes snapped open and she coughed up dark red blood. He'd revived her. "Bulma.." he sighed, gazing down at her, not caring that she could see his tears.
She reached up and slowly touched his face. "You're all dirty," she whispered with a weak smile. He looked down at his body, he was covered in her blood, though didn't mind in the least.
"Shut up woman," he sighed with a smile, pulling her to him, kissing her lips lightly. But something was wrong and her eyes shot open, and she looked into his eyes almost at his very soul, trying to speak, but her breath was suddenly caught in her throat. She gasped to breathe but it was as if there was no air. "Woman!!" She looked up at him with glistening innocent eyes. "Bulma!!!!!!"
Vegeta shot up in bed dripping in a cold sweat, breathing so rapidly his heart felt as though it's burst from his chest. "Bulma?" He looked around frantically, but she was no where in sight. He flew out of bed and ran down the hall to her room. She was sound asleep in her bed. He sighed deeply, it had all been a horrible nightmare. He slowly walked over to the bed and leaned in to listen to her breathing, to make sure she was in fact alive. Then as if she had sensed him, Bulma bolted forward, smacking her head against Vegeta's.
"Vegeta!!" she hissed, grabbing her head. "What the hell are you doing in my room!?" But he couldn't open his mouth, let alone speak. "Well!!?"
"I'm hungry," he grunted, regaining his composure and crossing his arms. He appeared calm and content to her, like his normal self, though on the inside he was still trembling. It had all seemed so real. He could still see her cold lifeless body and dead glazed over eyes.
"Uh! Fine!" She tossed her blankets off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Luckily she went easy on his hormones today and was wearing a whole lot more clothes than normal; a pair of dark gray sweat pants and a plain white mid-drift tee shirt. "What do you want?" she asked, stalking out of her room and into the kitchen.
*It was only a dream* he thought to himself, as he took a seat at the kitchen table. *She's alive and just as annoying as ever. Forget about it and focus on your training. It wasn't real, it's not important.*
"Earth to Vegeta," Bulma growled, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I..I don't care," he said, looking up at her with an expression she couldn't read. She looked at him a moment, as if trying to decipher it, but then at coming to the conclusion it was impossible, shrugged and went back to the stove.
"I'll make you some bacon and sausage." She turned to him. "And these. I'll cut them up with some strawberries and grapes. We can have a fruit salad," she said with a smile, holding out one of the fuzzy fruits Vegeta has seen in his dream.
"Where did you get that!?" he hissed, jumping up and slapping it out of her hand.
"Vegeta! What's wrong with you!?..I found them on a bush outside. They're perfectly safe. I tested them."
He took a deep breath and sat back down. "Stupid Onna," he mumbled, resting his cheek on his balled fist. About five or ten minutes later Bulma came to the table, set a huge platter of sausage and bacon with a little fruit in front of Vegeta, then sat down across from him with a small plate of the meat and a bowl of fruit. He immediately began to shovel his meal in, as though it were his last. Bulma, on the other hand, was far too distracted and only poked at her food, taking tiny nibbles here and there. A few more long moments of silence passed, and finally she could stand it no longer.
"Vegeta," she said, gaining his attention. He looked up as he stuffed the last forkful of food into his mouth. "Are you alright? You're more tense and distance than usual."
He gave her an odd look, then stood and walked towards the door. "I'm fine woman," he said, then was gone.
"Its impossible talking to him. You know that," she told herself. "Well I might as well check out that weird sand." She got up from the table and headed to her room, leaving Vegeta's dirty dishes and her uneaten breakfast, she'd take care of it later.
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Bulma picked up a plastic petri dish, pouring a small amount of the sand into it. "Let's see what this does," she said, putting a few drops of water on it. The water, as she had expected, stayed in droplets like rain on a water-proofed porch deck. She picked up a few grains and squished them between her index finger and thumb. They felt like sand, though had the appearance of glass rather than rock (Sand is rocks, duh heehee. I know glass is made of sand, but what I meant was the "sand" is glossy). She held them up and with her free hand put a magnifying glass in front of them. But it wasn't strong enough to see any real detail. She careful picked some grains up with tweezers and put them on a slide, then slid it under a microscope and focused it. The blue grains came into view, but Bulma could find nothing different about their glassy appearance.
"This is a waste of time," she sighed, standing and stretching her stiff limbs. "I should be working on building that ship."
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Shimmering pieces of metal, multi-colored wire, and all other things necessary to build a ship were scattered all around Bulma's room. She sighed deeply, then began to draw out the precise and meticulous plans for a ship that would take her home. "Alright. Now that goes there," she said, drawing in a part of the machine. "And that's there. Wow, this is easier than I thought. I'll be out of here in no time." She beamed, looking down at the scraps of machinery that would soon be her ship. It had taken her and her father six months to build Vegeta's ship. This one would definitely take less time and since she could work on it whenever she wanted, it would take even less time. She didn't need to be any place special, not work, not-
*Work* she thought, starring off. She'd almost completely forgotten about that, not to mention her family that was probably worried sick about her. but there was no way of contacting them, Vegeta had made sure of that when the ship was built; no interruptions. *Damn him.* But they must have figured out what had happened by now, she had been on the ship the night before the launch and her father was a brilliant man; he could put two and two together. She just wished she could at least let them know she was alright.
Bulma glanced at her watch instinctively. "Oops!" She smacked the butt of her hand against her forehead. She had forgotten that her watch and all clocks on the ship had stopped once they entered the Fewskm atmosphere. "I need some fresh air," she announced, standing from her mess of metal and wires and walked out of her room into the control room. She looked out the front window, but it was pitch black out, not even one of the three moons was out, she couldn't see a thing. She went over to a cabinet, searched around inside, then pulled out what she'd been looking for. A flashlight, well more like a lantern.
She went to the main door, opened it, and walked down the ramp with the lantern lit. The warm air was so soothing. She walked a ways from the ship and sat on the ground, just next to the thorny bush she'd found that strange fruit on. It had been so delicious, she'd eaten it all earlier when she was working on her ship. She grabbed one of the larger fruits from the bush and slowly peeled away its fuzzy outer layer. She could already smell its sweet inner fruit. She discarded the outside on the ground, then took a huge bite. It was better than she'd remembered and within seconds the rest was gone. *Man, I feel like Vegeta.* She laughed, grabbing another fruit. "I wonder what this stuff's called.."
"Faimu," said a deep voice from behind her. She jumped in surprise, landing on her back.
"Jerk," she hissed, starring up at him. "When did you get back?"
"I thought I told you to stay in at night," he growled glaring down at her, completely ignoring her question.
"I was cold," she whined, leaning back on her hands.
"Come on." He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet before she had a chance to open her mouth and protest. He looked around quickly (For the beast? Could be..), then dragged her inside, her kicking and scratching all the way.
"Vegeta!! What's your problem!?" she yelled, pushing him away. "You always do that!! I can walk on my own!!"
"Shut up woman and go to bed. You're giving me a headache." He turned away from her and walked towards his room, but Bulma wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"Get back here Vegeta!! I'm not done with you yet!!" She ran after him, jumping on his back and punching and kicking at him violently. It must have been being cooped up for so long and away from everyone that made her snap. It had always just been verbal arguments between them. Neither of them had ever been physical before.
"Woman! Get off of me!!" he barked, clawing at her on his back. Within seconds her had her off and in front of him, a tight hold on her arms. "What's gotten into you woman!?" She only glared at him, then spit in his face. He growled, bearing his fangs (Like a puppy dog heehee), then released her, whipping off his face. "Not smart." He lunged forward, pinning her to the ground, securely holding her there with all his weight as he straddled her. He lowered his face to hers, leaving only an inch or so, then growled slowly in the back of his throat, showing his sharp k-9's once more. If Bulma hadn't known better, she would have thought he was going to bite her.
"Get off me Vegeta," she hissed through clenched teeth, trying effortlessly to get free.
"Promise not to try another stunt like that again?" She didn't answer, and he tightened his grip on her arms. "Onna?"
"Fine!" She glared up at him, fiery anger burning in her eyes. He slowly loosened his grip, then all at once let go and jumped up off her. She scrambled to her feet, and before he knew it she had him to the ground (Definitely not possible, but let it go for the sake of the story heehee).
"Onna!!" he yelled, pushing her off forcefully, then attempted to stand up but was knocked back to the floor. He was really getting mad now. He jumped up and ran at her, slamming her into the wall. "Listen woman! I am in no mood for your childish games!! Just go to bed!!" She didn't so much as flinch at his words, or the fact that his whole body was pressed to hers and his face was only inches away. She tried to free herself, but it was no use. He was just too strong, and now mad. "Go." But before she had a chance to move, he picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder, and walked to her room.
"Put me down!!" she yelled, beating him back with her fists.
"Shut up," he demanded, throwing her on her bed. She bounced a few times, then as soon as she was settled, bolted up after him. He quickly blocked her furious punches, and toppled her to the bed, pressing all his weight on her body. She struggled to get free, but in the end gave up, for good. She stopped trying to get free, and just laid there under him, suddenly feeling warm in the cold ship. He lifted his head slightly, and starred at her a moment.
"Ve..Vegeta?" He quickly snapped out of it and climbed off her, standing up. She gave him an odd look, then propped herself up on her elbows. He only sent her an angry glare, then stalked away. *That was..interesting..*
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"They're ruthless creatures with a lust for murder and destruction," he answered her before she could ask her question. "No more questions. Go to bed."
It hadn't occurred to her until then that she was extremely tired, and she let out a huge yawn. "Alright. Thanks for answering my questions. I'll make ya breakfast tomorrow. Night Vegeta," she said sweetly, then stood and padded across the floor to her bedroom. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
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Bulma walked around the perimeter of the ship, scooping out as far as her vision would talk her. It had been too cold inside, so she'd come out in hopes of warming up a little. She had been surprised the first time she'd been out at night that it was still so warm; in deserts back on Earth it was always incredibly cold at night. "Where are you Vegeta?" she sighed aloud, looking in the direction he had flown that morning. She was beginning to grow worried; he was usually back by now. "Vegeta!!" she yelled. No answer. Not like she had expected one though.
She had been outside for a good half an hour now, and there was still no sign of the Saiyan Prince. She walked a ways away from the ship, and sat on a rock next to a thorny bush with what looked like fruit on it. It was a light orange color and furry like a kiwi though much larger and more circular like an orange. She reached her out and poked it with her index finger, it was a lot softer than she had imagined. She plucked one from the bush and with a pocketknife carefully cut it open. It was definitely some type of fruit. The inside of it was soft and moist, with small red and yellow seeds clustered around the center. The fruit part itself was a dark orange, and smelled like nothing Bulma had ever indulged in before. It was wonderful. She lifted it to her mouth and took a small bite. Delicious! Better than any fruit she'd ever tasted. She wondered how such an awful, barren-looking place could have such savory fruits.
Just before she was about to take another bite, she heard a strange noise from behind her. It was almost a grunting or whining of some type of animal. She turned around slowly to become was face to face with a hideously ugly creature. It was twice the size of the ship, maybe bigger, with matted amber fur, pointed ears, huge gleaming gray eyes, and a massive mouth that held row upon row of jagged razor sharp teeth. From its mouth dripped a blue-ish ooze that when it contacted the sand burned right through.
All Bulma could manage to do was stand, frozen in place, her muscles cramping and holding in place. The beast leaned forward, its massive head bigger than her entire body, and sniffed her with its deer-like snout. She shrunk back in terror. Big mistake. The creature roared with anger and lifted its front legs in the air, kicking them wildly (Like a horse does). Bulma took a few shaky steps back, holding her arms out, then bolted towards the ship. The creature, who was terribly hungry and didn't want to lose its dinner, ran after her. It was extremely fast for such a large beast, and even though Bulma ran as fast as she could, she was no match for it; it was just too fast. It caught up to her in a matter of seconds, ramming its thick skull into her back, slamming her to the ground. She screamed out in agony as her stomach collided with a large sharp rock. This gave to the creature the perfect opportunity to make its move; it lunged forward, squashing Bulma with the weight of its entire body. Her lungs couldn't take the intense pressure, and she passed out on impact.
Miles away Vegeta felt a sudden ki drop and knew right away that it must be Bulma. He had been on his way back to the ship, so he increased his speed, sand kicking up behind him, swirling like a tornado. Within a matter of minutes he reached the ship, but Bulma was no where in sight. He drifted to the ground and landed. Scanning the area with his keen Saiyan senses, he spotted something in the distance. He walked over to it, and his breath was caught in his throat; a pool of thick dark blood, then a trail of it that went to the east. "Bulma.." he whispered, taking off in the direction of the blood trail.
It went on for a half mile or so, then stopped at the entrance to a cave. He peered inside, but it was far too deep to see in more than fifteen feet. He didn't hesitate a second, walking right in. It was damp with a horrendous odor that was almost too much for him to bear, but he had to press on. He walked slowly, listening carefully with his excellent hearing and after a few long moments finally heard something. Bulma. Or rather her heavy suppressed breathing. He ran until he came to a fork in the cave, listened a moment, then ran in the direction he heard her. But when he finally reached her, couldn't believe his eyes. She was lying on the floor of the cave, hardly recognizable; her face covered in blood, and her chest and stomach had been slashed repeatedly, oozing thick vermilion blood. But the beast? No where in sight.
Vegeta ran to her side, picking up her head, holding it to his chest. But he was too late. "Ve..ge..ta.." she gasped between painful breaths. .
"No woman....You can't die!" he howled, tears threatening to escape his eyes. She gave him a helpless look, face soiled with blood and tears, then closed her eyes. Immediately her head fell back, and her breathing suddenly halted. All Vegeta could do was stare at her lifeless body, then let his tears finally fall. "No! I won't let you die!!" he cried, pushing on her chest in attempt to revive her, but it was no use. He reached his head down, meeting his lips with hers, then pinching her nose shut, he breathed in, then pushed on her chest. He did it several more times and just when he was about to give up, having nothing left he could do, her eyes snapped open and she coughed up dark red blood. He'd revived her. "Bulma.." he sighed, gazing down at her, not caring that she could see his tears.
She reached up and slowly touched his face. "You're all dirty," she whispered with a weak smile. He looked down at his body, he was covered in her blood, though didn't mind in the least.
"Shut up woman," he sighed with a smile, pulling her to him, kissing her lips lightly. But something was wrong and her eyes shot open, and she looked into his eyes almost at his very soul, trying to speak, but her breath was suddenly caught in her throat. She gasped to breathe but it was as if there was no air. "Woman!!" She looked up at him with glistening innocent eyes. "Bulma!!!!!!"
Vegeta shot up in bed dripping in a cold sweat, breathing so rapidly his heart felt as though it's burst from his chest. "Bulma?" He looked around frantically, but she was no where in sight. He flew out of bed and ran down the hall to her room. She was sound asleep in her bed. He sighed deeply, it had all been a horrible nightmare. He slowly walked over to the bed and leaned in to listen to her breathing, to make sure she was in fact alive. Then as if she had sensed him, Bulma bolted forward, smacking her head against Vegeta's.
"Vegeta!!" she hissed, grabbing her head. "What the hell are you doing in my room!?" But he couldn't open his mouth, let alone speak. "Well!!?"
"I'm hungry," he grunted, regaining his composure and crossing his arms. He appeared calm and content to her, like his normal self, though on the inside he was still trembling. It had all seemed so real. He could still see her cold lifeless body and dead glazed over eyes.
"Uh! Fine!" She tossed her blankets off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Luckily she went easy on his hormones today and was wearing a whole lot more clothes than normal; a pair of dark gray sweat pants and a plain white mid-drift tee shirt. "What do you want?" she asked, stalking out of her room and into the kitchen.
*It was only a dream* he thought to himself, as he took a seat at the kitchen table. *She's alive and just as annoying as ever. Forget about it and focus on your training. It wasn't real, it's not important.*
"Earth to Vegeta," Bulma growled, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"I..I don't care," he said, looking up at her with an expression she couldn't read. She looked at him a moment, as if trying to decipher it, but then at coming to the conclusion it was impossible, shrugged and went back to the stove.
"I'll make you some bacon and sausage." She turned to him. "And these. I'll cut them up with some strawberries and grapes. We can have a fruit salad," she said with a smile, holding out one of the fuzzy fruits Vegeta has seen in his dream.
"Where did you get that!?" he hissed, jumping up and slapping it out of her hand.
"Vegeta! What's wrong with you!?..I found them on a bush outside. They're perfectly safe. I tested them."
He took a deep breath and sat back down. "Stupid Onna," he mumbled, resting his cheek on his balled fist. About five or ten minutes later Bulma came to the table, set a huge platter of sausage and bacon with a little fruit in front of Vegeta, then sat down across from him with a small plate of the meat and a bowl of fruit. He immediately began to shovel his meal in, as though it were his last. Bulma, on the other hand, was far too distracted and only poked at her food, taking tiny nibbles here and there. A few more long moments of silence passed, and finally she could stand it no longer.
"Vegeta," she said, gaining his attention. He looked up as he stuffed the last forkful of food into his mouth. "Are you alright? You're more tense and distance than usual."
He gave her an odd look, then stood and walked towards the door. "I'm fine woman," he said, then was gone.
"Its impossible talking to him. You know that," she told herself. "Well I might as well check out that weird sand." She got up from the table and headed to her room, leaving Vegeta's dirty dishes and her uneaten breakfast, she'd take care of it later.
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Bulma picked up a plastic petri dish, pouring a small amount of the sand into it. "Let's see what this does," she said, putting a few drops of water on it. The water, as she had expected, stayed in droplets like rain on a water-proofed porch deck. She picked up a few grains and squished them between her index finger and thumb. They felt like sand, though had the appearance of glass rather than rock (Sand is rocks, duh heehee. I know glass is made of sand, but what I meant was the "sand" is glossy). She held them up and with her free hand put a magnifying glass in front of them. But it wasn't strong enough to see any real detail. She careful picked some grains up with tweezers and put them on a slide, then slid it under a microscope and focused it. The blue grains came into view, but Bulma could find nothing different about their glassy appearance.
"This is a waste of time," she sighed, standing and stretching her stiff limbs. "I should be working on building that ship."
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Shimmering pieces of metal, multi-colored wire, and all other things necessary to build a ship were scattered all around Bulma's room. She sighed deeply, then began to draw out the precise and meticulous plans for a ship that would take her home. "Alright. Now that goes there," she said, drawing in a part of the machine. "And that's there. Wow, this is easier than I thought. I'll be out of here in no time." She beamed, looking down at the scraps of machinery that would soon be her ship. It had taken her and her father six months to build Vegeta's ship. This one would definitely take less time and since she could work on it whenever she wanted, it would take even less time. She didn't need to be any place special, not work, not-
*Work* she thought, starring off. She'd almost completely forgotten about that, not to mention her family that was probably worried sick about her. but there was no way of contacting them, Vegeta had made sure of that when the ship was built; no interruptions. *Damn him.* But they must have figured out what had happened by now, she had been on the ship the night before the launch and her father was a brilliant man; he could put two and two together. She just wished she could at least let them know she was alright.
Bulma glanced at her watch instinctively. "Oops!" She smacked the butt of her hand against her forehead. She had forgotten that her watch and all clocks on the ship had stopped once they entered the Fewskm atmosphere. "I need some fresh air," she announced, standing from her mess of metal and wires and walked out of her room into the control room. She looked out the front window, but it was pitch black out, not even one of the three moons was out, she couldn't see a thing. She went over to a cabinet, searched around inside, then pulled out what she'd been looking for. A flashlight, well more like a lantern.
She went to the main door, opened it, and walked down the ramp with the lantern lit. The warm air was so soothing. She walked a ways from the ship and sat on the ground, just next to the thorny bush she'd found that strange fruit on. It had been so delicious, she'd eaten it all earlier when she was working on her ship. She grabbed one of the larger fruits from the bush and slowly peeled away its fuzzy outer layer. She could already smell its sweet inner fruit. She discarded the outside on the ground, then took a huge bite. It was better than she'd remembered and within seconds the rest was gone. *Man, I feel like Vegeta.* She laughed, grabbing another fruit. "I wonder what this stuff's called.."
"Faimu," said a deep voice from behind her. She jumped in surprise, landing on her back.
"Jerk," she hissed, starring up at him. "When did you get back?"
"I thought I told you to stay in at night," he growled glaring down at her, completely ignoring her question.
"I was cold," she whined, leaning back on her hands.
"Come on." He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet before she had a chance to open her mouth and protest. He looked around quickly (For the beast? Could be..), then dragged her inside, her kicking and scratching all the way.
"Vegeta!! What's your problem!?" she yelled, pushing him away. "You always do that!! I can walk on my own!!"
"Shut up woman and go to bed. You're giving me a headache." He turned away from her and walked towards his room, but Bulma wasn't going to let him get away that easily.
"Get back here Vegeta!! I'm not done with you yet!!" She ran after him, jumping on his back and punching and kicking at him violently. It must have been being cooped up for so long and away from everyone that made her snap. It had always just been verbal arguments between them. Neither of them had ever been physical before.
"Woman! Get off of me!!" he barked, clawing at her on his back. Within seconds her had her off and in front of him, a tight hold on her arms. "What's gotten into you woman!?" She only glared at him, then spit in his face. He growled, bearing his fangs (Like a puppy dog heehee), then released her, whipping off his face. "Not smart." He lunged forward, pinning her to the ground, securely holding her there with all his weight as he straddled her. He lowered his face to hers, leaving only an inch or so, then growled slowly in the back of his throat, showing his sharp k-9's once more. If Bulma hadn't known better, she would have thought he was going to bite her.
"Get off me Vegeta," she hissed through clenched teeth, trying effortlessly to get free.
"Promise not to try another stunt like that again?" She didn't answer, and he tightened his grip on her arms. "Onna?"
"Fine!" She glared up at him, fiery anger burning in her eyes. He slowly loosened his grip, then all at once let go and jumped up off her. She scrambled to her feet, and before he knew it she had him to the ground (Definitely not possible, but let it go for the sake of the story heehee).
"Onna!!" he yelled, pushing her off forcefully, then attempted to stand up but was knocked back to the floor. He was really getting mad now. He jumped up and ran at her, slamming her into the wall. "Listen woman! I am in no mood for your childish games!! Just go to bed!!" She didn't so much as flinch at his words, or the fact that his whole body was pressed to hers and his face was only inches away. She tried to free herself, but it was no use. He was just too strong, and now mad. "Go." But before she had a chance to move, he picked her up, flinging her over his shoulder, and walked to her room.
"Put me down!!" she yelled, beating him back with her fists.
"Shut up," he demanded, throwing her on her bed. She bounced a few times, then as soon as she was settled, bolted up after him. He quickly blocked her furious punches, and toppled her to the bed, pressing all his weight on her body. She struggled to get free, but in the end gave up, for good. She stopped trying to get free, and just laid there under him, suddenly feeling warm in the cold ship. He lifted his head slightly, and starred at her a moment.
"Ve..Vegeta?" He quickly snapped out of it and climbed off her, standing up. She gave him an odd look, then propped herself up on her elbows. He only sent her an angry glare, then stalked away. *That was..interesting..*
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---Chapter 4!! WooHoo!! I really liked that one!! :D Did you people like the beginning? Scary huh? LOL!! Anyways..REVIEW!! :D And I want lots and lots of reviews or I just might not continue this fic to ending.
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Next time: How should I know?? It hasn't happened yet!! Sheesh!! :P (Actually, it has, but I'll pretend this is a first time around fic, heehee.)