With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Seven: Father's Consent
"Dr. Breifs, I'd like to ask you something." Vegeta said, walking down the wooden steps to Bulma's father's basement laboratory,
where most ideas for inventions had originated. Dr. Breifs was wearing a pair of goggles and was using a screwdriver on a machine almost
too small to see without a magnifying glass. The old man stood up straight, and groaned when his back gave way, making a loud crack that
was not pleasant for the ears to hear. "Yes, yes, m'boy, what can I do for you? Gravity room broken again? Because I can upgrade it, if you
need." The doctor said while rubbing his greasy hands with a white cloth, making it black with brown spots from oil and rust.
"It's not about the gravity room." Vegeta said, looking at the man, hoping to get his undivided attention. The Saiyan received eye
contact. "No?"
"No."
"What about, then?" Dr. Breifs went through his pockets until he found a lighter to start the dry cigarette hanging out of his
mouth. He flicked the button and watched the ashes form as he sucked in, and saw smoke in the air as he exhaled. Vegeta coughed, mnot
used to the tobacco usage on Earth. Why humans smoked was a mystery to him.
"Your daughter." Vegeta answered sternly.
"My daughter? Bulma?"
"Yes sir. I'd like to know if I could court her."
"Court her?!" Dr. Breifs coughed, almost swallowing his cigarette. He coughed up a mouthful of hot, grey ashes, and threw the
tube with the remaining tobacco in it aside. He rinsed his mouth out with some coffee that he spat into a sink after gargling with, and wiped
his mouth. "Did I hear you right when you said you wanted to date my little girl?!" He asked.
"Yes sir." Vegeta tried to maintain his manners while asking something so important to the both of them. Dr. Breifs threw the
cigarette in a wastebasket, mumbling something about 'always knowin' them smokes'd get me half-dead before I c'd say red tomata.' He
coughed again, then began to pace around the man in question. His first question came out as if the interrogation had just begun.
"How old did you say you were?" Dr. Breifs pointed a finger at Vegeta's chest. It was like he knew Bulma'd rested her head there
or something. It spooked Vegeta, and he jumped. "Twenty years old, sir!" He replied as if her were in the army.
"Have you thoughts of mariage?"
"Yes sir, every intention to marry her."
"You're too old to marry Bulma. She's only a teenager, and you're in your twenties." Dr. Breifs argued.
"But there's only a three year age difference!"
"It makes no sense to me why you would want to marry her, either. How did this come about?"
"I love her!" Vegeta exclaimed without thought. That might have caused a heart attack. The mere idea of the two seeing each
other at all was enough of a shocker to the man. Dr. Breifs gave Vegeta a dirty look. "I know men like you, Vegeta...you pretend you love her,
but all you really want is--"
"Dad!" Bulma came storming down the stairs. She'd been sitting at the top of the staircase the whole time, listening to the entire
conversation. She stepped in front of Vegeta, and faced her father. "You're being way out of bounds, here! I love Vegeta, and he loves me.
He wouldn't do something that would hurt me." She said with firm beleif fixed in her voice.
"I think you're wrong. Both of you. I won't permit you to court my daughter, Vegeta...don't you come near her again." He pulled
the Saiyan's hand from his daughter's shoulder, and took Bulma behind his back. "Dad!" She yelled.
"Now get out." Dr. Breifs gave the Saiyan a cold stare that seemed to penetrate Vegeta's armour and look straight at his black
soul, which was slowly bieng purified with a love for Bulma. But now...what would he do? Bulma's father wouldn't let him see Bulma any
more...why? And how could he go on without her, now that they'd experienced the other's love?
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Seven: Father's Consent
"Dr. Breifs, I'd like to ask you something." Vegeta said, walking down the wooden steps to Bulma's father's basement laboratory,
where most ideas for inventions had originated. Dr. Breifs was wearing a pair of goggles and was using a screwdriver on a machine almost
too small to see without a magnifying glass. The old man stood up straight, and groaned when his back gave way, making a loud crack that
was not pleasant for the ears to hear. "Yes, yes, m'boy, what can I do for you? Gravity room broken again? Because I can upgrade it, if you
need." The doctor said while rubbing his greasy hands with a white cloth, making it black with brown spots from oil and rust.
"It's not about the gravity room." Vegeta said, looking at the man, hoping to get his undivided attention. The Saiyan received eye
contact. "No?"
"No."
"What about, then?" Dr. Breifs went through his pockets until he found a lighter to start the dry cigarette hanging out of his
mouth. He flicked the button and watched the ashes form as he sucked in, and saw smoke in the air as he exhaled. Vegeta coughed, mnot
used to the tobacco usage on Earth. Why humans smoked was a mystery to him.
"Your daughter." Vegeta answered sternly.
"My daughter? Bulma?"
"Yes sir. I'd like to know if I could court her."
"Court her?!" Dr. Breifs coughed, almost swallowing his cigarette. He coughed up a mouthful of hot, grey ashes, and threw the
tube with the remaining tobacco in it aside. He rinsed his mouth out with some coffee that he spat into a sink after gargling with, and wiped
his mouth. "Did I hear you right when you said you wanted to date my little girl?!" He asked.
"Yes sir." Vegeta tried to maintain his manners while asking something so important to the both of them. Dr. Breifs threw the
cigarette in a wastebasket, mumbling something about 'always knowin' them smokes'd get me half-dead before I c'd say red tomata.' He
coughed again, then began to pace around the man in question. His first question came out as if the interrogation had just begun.
"How old did you say you were?" Dr. Breifs pointed a finger at Vegeta's chest. It was like he knew Bulma'd rested her head there
or something. It spooked Vegeta, and he jumped. "Twenty years old, sir!" He replied as if her were in the army.
"Have you thoughts of mariage?"
"Yes sir, every intention to marry her."
"You're too old to marry Bulma. She's only a teenager, and you're in your twenties." Dr. Breifs argued.
"But there's only a three year age difference!"
"It makes no sense to me why you would want to marry her, either. How did this come about?"
"I love her!" Vegeta exclaimed without thought. That might have caused a heart attack. The mere idea of the two seeing each
other at all was enough of a shocker to the man. Dr. Breifs gave Vegeta a dirty look. "I know men like you, Vegeta...you pretend you love her,
but all you really want is--"
"Dad!" Bulma came storming down the stairs. She'd been sitting at the top of the staircase the whole time, listening to the entire
conversation. She stepped in front of Vegeta, and faced her father. "You're being way out of bounds, here! I love Vegeta, and he loves me.
He wouldn't do something that would hurt me." She said with firm beleif fixed in her voice.
"I think you're wrong. Both of you. I won't permit you to court my daughter, Vegeta...don't you come near her again." He pulled
the Saiyan's hand from his daughter's shoulder, and took Bulma behind his back. "Dad!" She yelled.
"Now get out." Dr. Breifs gave the Saiyan a cold stare that seemed to penetrate Vegeta's armour and look straight at his black
soul, which was slowly bieng purified with a love for Bulma. But now...what would he do? Bulma's father wouldn't let him see Bulma any
more...why? And how could he go on without her, now that they'd experienced the other's love?