With You
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Eight: Doctor's Accusations
In the black of night, after long hours of a one-on-one argument with her father, around twelve thirty a.m., Bulma slammed the
door to her room and threw herself on her bed, burying her head under the white covers and pillows and crying quietly to herself. "I hate
him, I hate my father!" She cried. She eventually quieted down, and sniffled for an hour before falling into an uneasy sleep filled with
thoughts of Dr. Breifs getting rid of Vegeta--for good. The girl tossed and turned, until finally, someone shook her from her sleep.
"Bulma!" Came the male voice. "Bulma!" He shook her until she bolted upright in her bed, sweating and seeming exhausted, as
if she'd just been running. "Vegeta!" She cast her cry into the dark room, and the man's face showed a match to the name Bulma called.
"Bulma...it's okay." Vegeta held the girl, who'd begun to sob uncontrollably in his arms. He stroked her hair, and she soon
stopped the loud crying. "You were only dreaming." Vegeta explained to her, wiping a tear from her eye with a single gentle finger, then he
saw the fear in her eyes. She was still frightened. He pulled her closer, and she took in a deep breath. "Dad'll kill you if he finds out you
were here." She said.
"I had to see you anyways, Bulma." Vegeta whispered softly. She gave a small smile to him, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You're so sweet," she laughed. He looked away for a moment, remembering that he shouldn't be seen with a human like this, because he
was the prince of Saiyans, but he pushed the thought aside as he wondered who would know.
"We should ask my dad again."
"No. He said no, and he said it for a reason. He's not going to budge. Just keep a closer eye on me the more we pester him. I
already tried, just after dinner, and he holds to the fact that I am too old for you. I don't believe that, we're only three years apart." Vegeta said
quietly. Bulma put on a frown. "What'll we do, then? I am not going to leave us hanging, I want to know if you're the one for me. I think you
are, too." She said.
"We should see each other in secret, then." Vegeta suggested.
"Of course we will. But right now I'm so tired, I think I'm going to try to sleep again." Bulma yawned, and stretched her arms. She
crawled under the covers of her bed, and closed her eyes. "I love you."
"Good night, Bulma." Vegeta kissed her forehead before walking to the door, and slowly shutting it behind him. Bulma fell
asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of sweet things hoped to come.
"What have we here? I knew I heard a scream, and now I know why!" Dr. Breifs had just come up the staircase, and had seen
Vegeta come out of Bulma's room. Now he was shaking a fist at the young boy. "Didn't I tell you not to go near Bulma, Vegeta?" He aked
sternly. Vegeta's face hardened. "I don't see what you find wrong with Bulma and I seeing each other. And what's this about knowing why
Bulma screamed?"
"I know what you're up to. Bulma isn't in love with you, and you don't care about her at all!"
"What?! Of course I care about her! What are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking about why Bulma just screamed!"
"She had a nightmare!"
"You mean to say that you forcing her to do things is a nightmare!" Dr. Breifs accused and wrongly corrected. Vegeta gaped at
the thought of it. "I don't force her to do anything!" He yelled in defense. How dare that old man say something like that?!
"You do! I know you're raping her, Vegeta! There's no possible way she loves you!" Dr. Breifs exclaimed.
"I am not raping her, we haven't done anything at all!" Vegeta said. Dr. Breifs must have been intoxicated, he'd been awfully
strange that day, and had never acted so absurdly in his life. He must have been getting drunk in the basement when he was working on
the inventions down there, and again when Vegeta'd asked after dinner for permission.
"Stay away from my daughter!" Dr. Breifs finalized his decision. "End of discussion!" He walked down the hall and slammed the
door to his bedroom, which he shared with Mrs. Breifs. Vegeta went into his own room, and closed the door just as loudly.
"I'll find a way around that old man, he is not going to stand in between Bulma and I! Nothing will!" He stated, throwing himself
onto his bed by his back. He crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling until the Sun rose, wherein he could no longer
keep his eyes open, and he'd fallen asleep on top of the covers.
The door cracked open, and woke Vegeta at an early hour. "Good morning." said a maid as she pushed a cart into the room.
Vegeta sat up in his bed and groaned. "Bulma...?" He rubbed his eyes.
"Miss Bulma is in the garden. She has strict orders not to be disturbed, but wants you to see her immediately after your
breakfast, which she said should be brought to you at once." The maid motioned at the cart, chalk full of every breakfast possibility
imaginable to the Saiyan.
"Is there anything else you might need...?" The maid asked. Part of the routine, of course.
"Are my clothes I asked to be washed finished yet?" Vegeta wondered.
"Yes. Here they are." The maid handed Vegeta a hanger with plastic over it, obviously containing the outfits in question. Vegeta
took them gratefully. "Tell Bulma I'll be down in ten minutes. Be sure the garden is kept clear of all others until at least..." Vegeta took a
glance at the clock on the night stand, then calculated enough time to spend with Bulma without being suspicious of where he was. It was
six fifteen now, so... "at least one in the afternoon. Also make sure lunch for two is brought in at noon." Vegeta finished. The maid nodded
and walked out of the room, leaving the food to Vegeta. She closed the door on her way out.
"Mm..." Vegeta sipped his coffee while piling doughnuts, toast, eggs, waffles, sausages, bacon, and cakes of all sorts onto a
few plates, and began to eat as fast as he could without choking. He was done everything in about three minutes, and wiped his face with a
napkin after. "I should be down there soon." Vegeta said, slipping off his clothes and stepping into a shower he'd started in the washroom
connected to his bedroom.
Six minutes of hot water later, Vegeta shook himself dry and threw on the new clothes, then hurried out of the house to turn on
the machine in the gravity room, just in case someone thought he might be elsewhere. He then ran into the garden, not too far away from the
gravity room.
"Bulma?" He opened a metal gate that was in between two tall hedges which blocked the view of everything else in the garden.
The hedges went about the entire perimeter of the garden, so they had no trouble with being spotted together. Their plan was foolproof...if
Vegeta ever found Bulma in the large area! "Bulma?!"
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Eight: Doctor's Accusations
In the black of night, after long hours of a one-on-one argument with her father, around twelve thirty a.m., Bulma slammed the
door to her room and threw herself on her bed, burying her head under the white covers and pillows and crying quietly to herself. "I hate
him, I hate my father!" She cried. She eventually quieted down, and sniffled for an hour before falling into an uneasy sleep filled with
thoughts of Dr. Breifs getting rid of Vegeta--for good. The girl tossed and turned, until finally, someone shook her from her sleep.
"Bulma!" Came the male voice. "Bulma!" He shook her until she bolted upright in her bed, sweating and seeming exhausted, as
if she'd just been running. "Vegeta!" She cast her cry into the dark room, and the man's face showed a match to the name Bulma called.
"Bulma...it's okay." Vegeta held the girl, who'd begun to sob uncontrollably in his arms. He stroked her hair, and she soon
stopped the loud crying. "You were only dreaming." Vegeta explained to her, wiping a tear from her eye with a single gentle finger, then he
saw the fear in her eyes. She was still frightened. He pulled her closer, and she took in a deep breath. "Dad'll kill you if he finds out you
were here." She said.
"I had to see you anyways, Bulma." Vegeta whispered softly. She gave a small smile to him, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You're so sweet," she laughed. He looked away for a moment, remembering that he shouldn't be seen with a human like this, because he
was the prince of Saiyans, but he pushed the thought aside as he wondered who would know.
"We should ask my dad again."
"No. He said no, and he said it for a reason. He's not going to budge. Just keep a closer eye on me the more we pester him. I
already tried, just after dinner, and he holds to the fact that I am too old for you. I don't believe that, we're only three years apart." Vegeta said
quietly. Bulma put on a frown. "What'll we do, then? I am not going to leave us hanging, I want to know if you're the one for me. I think you
are, too." She said.
"We should see each other in secret, then." Vegeta suggested.
"Of course we will. But right now I'm so tired, I think I'm going to try to sleep again." Bulma yawned, and stretched her arms. She
crawled under the covers of her bed, and closed her eyes. "I love you."
"Good night, Bulma." Vegeta kissed her forehead before walking to the door, and slowly shutting it behind him. Bulma fell
asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of sweet things hoped to come.
"What have we here? I knew I heard a scream, and now I know why!" Dr. Breifs had just come up the staircase, and had seen
Vegeta come out of Bulma's room. Now he was shaking a fist at the young boy. "Didn't I tell you not to go near Bulma, Vegeta?" He aked
sternly. Vegeta's face hardened. "I don't see what you find wrong with Bulma and I seeing each other. And what's this about knowing why
Bulma screamed?"
"I know what you're up to. Bulma isn't in love with you, and you don't care about her at all!"
"What?! Of course I care about her! What are you talking about?!"
"I'm talking about why Bulma just screamed!"
"She had a nightmare!"
"You mean to say that you forcing her to do things is a nightmare!" Dr. Breifs accused and wrongly corrected. Vegeta gaped at
the thought of it. "I don't force her to do anything!" He yelled in defense. How dare that old man say something like that?!
"You do! I know you're raping her, Vegeta! There's no possible way she loves you!" Dr. Breifs exclaimed.
"I am not raping her, we haven't done anything at all!" Vegeta said. Dr. Breifs must have been intoxicated, he'd been awfully
strange that day, and had never acted so absurdly in his life. He must have been getting drunk in the basement when he was working on
the inventions down there, and again when Vegeta'd asked after dinner for permission.
"Stay away from my daughter!" Dr. Breifs finalized his decision. "End of discussion!" He walked down the hall and slammed the
door to his bedroom, which he shared with Mrs. Breifs. Vegeta went into his own room, and closed the door just as loudly.
"I'll find a way around that old man, he is not going to stand in between Bulma and I! Nothing will!" He stated, throwing himself
onto his bed by his back. He crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling until the Sun rose, wherein he could no longer
keep his eyes open, and he'd fallen asleep on top of the covers.
The door cracked open, and woke Vegeta at an early hour. "Good morning." said a maid as she pushed a cart into the room.
Vegeta sat up in his bed and groaned. "Bulma...?" He rubbed his eyes.
"Miss Bulma is in the garden. She has strict orders not to be disturbed, but wants you to see her immediately after your
breakfast, which she said should be brought to you at once." The maid motioned at the cart, chalk full of every breakfast possibility
imaginable to the Saiyan.
"Is there anything else you might need...?" The maid asked. Part of the routine, of course.
"Are my clothes I asked to be washed finished yet?" Vegeta wondered.
"Yes. Here they are." The maid handed Vegeta a hanger with plastic over it, obviously containing the outfits in question. Vegeta
took them gratefully. "Tell Bulma I'll be down in ten minutes. Be sure the garden is kept clear of all others until at least..." Vegeta took a
glance at the clock on the night stand, then calculated enough time to spend with Bulma without being suspicious of where he was. It was
six fifteen now, so... "at least one in the afternoon. Also make sure lunch for two is brought in at noon." Vegeta finished. The maid nodded
and walked out of the room, leaving the food to Vegeta. She closed the door on her way out.
"Mm..." Vegeta sipped his coffee while piling doughnuts, toast, eggs, waffles, sausages, bacon, and cakes of all sorts onto a
few plates, and began to eat as fast as he could without choking. He was done everything in about three minutes, and wiped his face with a
napkin after. "I should be down there soon." Vegeta said, slipping off his clothes and stepping into a shower he'd started in the washroom
connected to his bedroom.
Six minutes of hot water later, Vegeta shook himself dry and threw on the new clothes, then hurried out of the house to turn on
the machine in the gravity room, just in case someone thought he might be elsewhere. He then ran into the garden, not too far away from the
gravity room.
"Bulma?" He opened a metal gate that was in between two tall hedges which blocked the view of everything else in the garden.
The hedges went about the entire perimeter of the garden, so they had no trouble with being spotted together. Their plan was foolproof...if
Vegeta ever found Bulma in the large area! "Bulma?!"