IMPORTANT: I know I might not have stated this in the beginning... but
Bulma and Yamcha are going out... before you start throwing mangos and
rotten potatoes at me... I might add Trunks in the story later on! I do
feel that all the characters that are later on born into the story will
come in time as in the original story line! Just thought I'd state that
first to prevent any confusion...
Just as I promised! I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 7 - Meeting
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Bulma began to fume as she noticed all the damage done. This was horrific! What would her mom say about the flowers?! And her dad... what would he say about her making deals behind his back? Oh... she would be in so much trouble...
She looked around noticing the workers of Capsule Corps walking out... or in some cases... running out because of the earthquake... well, that was till they noticed the huge crater made in the back yard. She slapped her forehead. Things weren't going her way today... She really, REALLY needed to take a vacation.
She turned back to the employees and placed her hands on her hips. "There's nothing important for you to see here!" she exclaimed to the workers, "Get back to your jobs!" She couldn't help but question about the faces they were giving her... like if they were scared of something behind her... of scared of her. She smirked. 'They should fear me!' she thought triumphantly.
"You sound like a dictator, woman." Bulma glared as her back was still at the voice behind her. A very deep raspy voice it was. She swore silently if that was an employee... she was going to have his head! She spun around on her heal, and almost fell over at the person who gazed at her.
Falling on her butt, she cursed as she winced at the pain. It really hurt! Slightly snarling, she glared at the man who stood before her with a smirk plastered on his face and crossed arms.
"Very nice..." the saiyan said as he watched her mockingly. She sure did have a mouth... and the prince couldn't help but find that amusing.
Bulma quickly gained her composure as she slightly dusted her white coat off and glared at the man before her. The clothing she noticed that he was wearing was nothing from her company. It looked more like saiyan armor... She 'gacked' and fell over once more as she lost her footing from trying to back a step away from the saiyan.
Vegeta watched the scientist very amused again. Be couldn't help but allow a chuckle escape his lips. She was very attractive and seemed clumsy... he couldn't deny that... but she seemed... weak. She got up again and began to dust her coat off once again. The prince couldn't help but watch her. Oh well... he needed to find this Dr. Briefs person so he could see if this claimed genius could do the task of building him a training machine.
"Do you know where a Doctor Briefs is?" he asked Bulma. She blinked once... and blinked again. Then something seemed to click in her mind. 'Of course...' This must have been the alien that she was waiting for...
"Yes," she stated with a smirk, and crossing her arms. She seemed to be mocking Vegeta quite nicely, and she found it slightly amusing. He didn't though.
"Where is he then?" asked the warrior as he stood there glaring. This woman was starting to get on his nerves. Once he got finished with her, he would dispose of her... so he could start the cleaning up process that Kakarot didn't seem to have accomplished. The prince looked around at random buildings... and noticed the people not far from here staring at him most likely. They acted as if they had never seen an alien... Pitiful. But he could tell that most weren't that scared of his arrival... 'So Kakarot didn't finish the job as Frieza wanted...' Nope, the people didn't fear him. They were curious though.
'He?' thought Bulma as she slightly twitched. How stereotypical of him! How dare people now think that Doctors now a day are all MEN?! She gave a small huff as she replied non-too cheerfully.
"Dr. Briefs is standing before you."
Did Vegeta just hear right? He looked at the woman who stood before him. This weak woman was the genius inventor of this planet?! He broke out into a very mocking laughter. This made Bulma's blood boil. "You... Are Dr. Briefs?" he asked between gasps of laughter. Boy he needed to laugh more often...
Bulma's glare darkened. "Yes." She then pulled out her finger and began to poke him in the chest, not the right thing to do!
"Lookie here MISTER!" she exclaimed, "I don't like it when people make fun of me!" Vegeta's laughter left completely as his glare darkened too. Bulma pulled her finger away as she placed her hands on her hips. "Now! If you don't want this gravity room project completed... then I suggest that you keep your big mouth SHUT!"
Vegeta winced slightly. 'Damn that screeching...' thought Vegeta as he began to snarl. 'Damn onna...'
"You started on the training device already?" asked the prince coldly.
Bulma slowly nodded. "But I'll only complete this if you promise to cooperate here! I don't make any deals with people who are too pushy!" Vegeta was about to state something, when she cut him off. "And don't think I haven't done that before! My father and I own the largest and RICHEST Company on this planet! We have easily turned down many offers because of people like you, and I could easily turn yours down too!" She stomped her foot on the ground. There, she said it. Now all she had to do was keep her ground till this alien backed down as everyone of her customers and competition in the business company did.
But she was surprised when the saiyan smirked at her. He loved this challenge... 'Okay, so maybe she isn't all weak...'
"Okay then..." stated the saiyan prince as he took a step toward her. "How about I threaten your life? If you don't cooperate with ME, then you will die before you could say 'Gravity Machine'.
"Gravity Machine," stated Bulma boldly with a slanted smile. She didn't know WHY she was challenging this saiyan! She was aware that he could kill her with out a second thought! She continued to mentally kick herself at her idiocy. "Go ahead. Kill me for all I care," she stated daring, "Then who would finish creating the blue prints to the machine and build it to perfection? Certainly not I since I will be DEAD!" she shouted in his sensitive ear. Bulma noticed the wincing.
'What the...?' she then noticed a small stream of blood run down the saiyan's ear. 'Did... I do that?!' She gasped as she pulled out a clean facial tissue and tired to clean the blood.
Vegeta growled as he could feel the sticky red liquid fall from his ear. 'DAMN HER! Damn that woman!' He was about to send her a verbal lashing till he felt something soft touch the area around his ear. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye noticing her shake her head, mentally kicking herself, and wipe away the blood gently. It completely threw him off guard! How dare a woman do that to the saiyan prince! He softly growled as she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him to the big building she called work... and home.
He didn't budge. The glare was present, and he would be damned if he let this woman trick him! He didn't want the same fate as Kakarot! She looked back to him, her eyes silently pleading for him to cooperate.
"Please... I don't want any trouble here... Let me clean up this mess..." she pleaded softly as her hand slid down from his muscular, spandex covered arm to his gloved palm.
The prince noticed this action and slowly gulped. Her hand seemed so soft... so gentle it was too. Although you may be thinking, it's a bit difficult for someone to be able to FEEL with gloves on... you must remember that all saiyans are sensitive to touch... as much as their listening abilities are to hearing sounds... and screeching... Vegeta could only follow her into the house as he was soon hypnotized by her actions. He had no IDEA what she was doing to him... but it was going to stop weather he liked it... or not...
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Kakarot couldn't believe it! The kid was right! Gohan was right! He was indeed a father... and not only a dad, but the father of one of the strongest beings that he had ever met! And this indeed made the saiyan's pride swell. He smiled softly. He had a family, and they had their arms open to him when he didn't accept them... He shook his head. He was such an ass... But the other men...
Kakarot looked to the three. His mind was blank when he tried to think of where they came in. That was still a sign that he couldn't trust them... well... he could trust the Namek. He was claimed to be Gohan's sensei... although he now wished that he were the teen's teacher.
"That's one strong ki..." said Gohan breaking the silence. He gave a small smile to his father, as he looked his way. Kakarot couldn't look at his son. He should have never called Vegeta that time ago... he felt foolish... he felt like... he was betraying his family... this planet...
"Yeah... some ki..." muttered Kakarot back as he frowned. Gohan noticed this from the corner of his eye before he gave a small sigh. Gohan had thought he made his father mad in some way... again... He lowered his head slightly as he powered up more hoping to make the trip to Capsule Corp quicker.
The saiyans' guilt was slowly eating him up...it was painful for him. The dreams he received at night... they were coming slowly... as if telling him a story from times as a child... to being an adult when he was working for Frieza... still working for the tyrant. That creature... he was the one who forced him to become the cold warrior he was. The emotions that the other saiyan warrior trained him to hide, and to never use were slowly peaking out of the hard shell he created to keep the pain away. The emotional pain was what seemed to kill him instead of the physical abuse that he allowed on his body every day when he was on purging missions... and at that evil space station where the warriors looked for an excuse to harm the saiyans. They were all jealous since the saiyan's power was far superior to their own.
The smirk became present as he continued to fly. It did feel great to be feared... but it was something he had to learn to love... there was something else though that he felt he would like better than to be feared... Maybe it was the fact that he had... friends in the past to lean on when he was in trouble...
Vegeta's ki seemed to come closer... and he was close to something... more like some one... He gasped as he stopped immediately in flight, his son ramming in the warrior back. Kakarot could feel it... Vegeta was very close to Bulma's location... too close in fact...
Gohan backed away from his father, who was still flying in the air. He was curious why his father stopped in mid-flight. It had also caused the other Z warrior, who had tagged along, to stop and wait for an explanation.
"Dad?" asked Gohan.
"We... we can't go there..." stated the older saiyan as he turned around to the other warriors. They stared at him strangely.
"And why not?" asked Piccolo as he glared at the saiyan. "There's another invader on this planet!" Kakarot winced at this Namek's tone of voice...
"Because..." Kakarot paused to look for the right words to say, "He's very close to Bulma... too close..."
"Who's... he?" asked Yamcha, fire seemed to be burning in his eye. No one would DARE touch his girlfriend!
Kakarot gave a small mocking chuckle. It was enough to unnerve the strongest person in the area... "It's funny you should ask..." stated the saiyan in a half smirk smile. "Because if that person has the knowledge that Bulma is very valuable to you... us... then he would use this weakness against us..."
There was a still silence for a moment or two... well that was till Kakarot spoke again. "I think she will be fine on her own... for now..." stated the saiyan as he looked to everyone before turning back to the training grounds by his home. Gohan powered down as he looked up to his sensei. They both seemed to exchange a glance before they followed Gohan's father. Yamcha gave a glare to the three as they were leaving in the opposite direction of Capsule Corps. Krillin gave the warrior a small glimpse too before he followed group of three.
Yamcha was left alone. He growled as he powered up and flew the rest of the way to Capsule Corp. Some people may have thought he was a foolish being... and maybe he was... but he was sure to go and find out what that creature was doing by his girlfriend. He wouldn't feel right if he knew this alien could be raping her and he could done something to prevent it.
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Bulma smiled as she cleaned up the blood flow from the warrior's ear. She crossed her arms in thought as she watched him as he gazed around the white room.
This room was indeed very different from other medical rooms that he had been in before. Most of the time he would have to heal on his own and suffer for a few days with this hurting ear... but this woman seemed to have these strange medicines that caused the pain to go away... to help soothe the ache...
"Feeling better?" asked the woman as she took off her disposable gloves. A grunt was her response. She shook her head as she walked over to where she kept the medical form of this stranger. Quickly writing down the treatment and a few other things she frowned noticing one blank empty. She couldn't answer it... because he never gave her his name.
"Um... sir." He looked up at her raising an eyebrow. "Could I get your name?" The prince grunted something before muttering, "Vegeta." She nodded as she wrote it down on the paper. "Okay... Just inform me if your ear begins to hurt anymore... I could just give you some more of the meds..."
Bulma walked over to her filing cabinets and put the paper in it's own separate folder before closing it and turning back to the saiyan. "So... did you want to see the blue prints?" she asked him with a small smile. She opened the door.
Vegeta mumbled yet again as he followed the doctor out of the room and down a hall. They both seemed to walk side by side, and a tense moment was felt between the two of them. The saiyan prince didn't seem to mind, but it was making the human scientist nervous.
"So... why do you need this training device?" she asked him softly as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Bulma wasn't sure if he would reply; he did seem to be the non-social type of person. But it did surprise her when he answered the question.
"I need to get stronger... so I could defeat a tyrant."
"A tyrant? Is he that strong? I mean... it seems that you have the strength to beat him now!" A little ego boosting wouldn't hurt anyone... A dark chuckle left the warriors lips.
"He's much stronger than I... that's all I can say."
Bulma shook her head as she placed a finger on her lip. "But still... Anyways, what did this tyrant do to deserve your hate?" she asked.
Vegeta almost visibly stiffened. Bulma didn't notice though. "He... killed my people... the planet in fact with the exception of three others of my race."
"Your planet?" asked Bulma tilting her head.
"Yes," he gave her a small smirk, "I was the crowned prince of the planet." The human's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"R-royalty?!" she exclaimed. The prince couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at her reaction. She was something else... "Wow... Heh... I guess I know how things were there... having all this power to rule... people fearing you. I've got it all here with this company." She smirked. "My father will soon have the company placed down into my own hands allowing me to become president of this powerful Corporation. That would be the day I would be looking forward to." She paused for a moment and a thought entered her head. "Say... do you have any place to stay?"
"No."
She smiled, "Then why not stay here till I finish the project? I know it'll take a few weeks, at the most."
The prince stared at her. Was she willing to let a killer live in her home with out a second thought?! She must have really been an airhead! Oh well... this place sounded better than the wilderness, which he would have to hide out in. He was aware that there were a few powerful warriors on this planet... be he wasn't quiet sure HOW powerful they were... But here... he wasn't sure if it was a trap. This could have been a huge set up just to cage him up, and slowly torture him as Frieza had done so many times. He would need to keep an eye open at all times... But for the strangest reason... he felt safe around this woman. She seemed so carefree, so happy, healthy, and young... and free.
Free. He would do anything to be his own person once more. To be only under his father when he knew the throne would go to him one of these days. He had the nagging thought that this planet could promise him the freedom that he wanted... but he was royalty. He need to rule over something. He needed a strong empire, not to live among weaklings. That was why he had wanted to destroy Frieza, and take over his empire! That would fulfill his need for being a ruler and to avenge his people.
The two had walked in silence for a few moments as Bulma led them up a flight of stairs and to a curved hallway. Vegeta couldn't help but look over the edge of the stairs. He was on a catwalk hallway, and he noticed that they had walked at least seven flights of stairs. He smirked looking down at the view. He was aware that this view could have any human afraid of heights. But not to the saiyan since he knew how to fly...
Vegeta noticed Bulma stop before a large door and place her hand on a pad, and it scanned her hand.
Name
Vegeta blinked. Did that thing just talk?!
"Bulma Briefs," stated Bulma as she took her hand off of the scanning pad.
Welcome Miss Briefs stated the computer in it's monotone voice before the door clicked open. Bulma opened the door, and allowed Vegeta to walk in and he began to gaze at his temporary room. He was in awe. The first thing he noticed when he walked in the room was his feet sunk into the carpet. Yep, it was soft and clean... His sense of smell could pick up the fresh cleaner used to clean the floors.
This room was MUCH nicer than the one he was assigned to in the space station! The walls were pained a pale blue... just enough to give the room color, but not darken it out. Matching furniture; plain but elegant. Lazy boy chair... and a big screen TV... not bad...
A mini kitchen was on the right side of the door with an island table... a fridge and stove were present if someone ever got the munchies... and yes... there was even a kitchen sink...
Vegeta walked further into the room examining it and noticed a hallway that so happened to be outside of the kitchen. He walked to it and noticed two doors, one leading to a walk-in closet, and the other to the bedroom. He opened the door to the bed and he looked in.
Bulma gave a smile as she watched the prince observe the room. Since she knew he was royalty, the scientist thought she would give him one of the nicer apartments on the higher floor. This particular room so happened to next to her own, something she doubted at the moment that could be good... But the least she could do right now was give him a bit of comfort as he waited for the gravity machine to be completed.
She walked to the doorframe of the room and watched as Vegeta looked around. Yes... she hoped he would be pleased with this room. From his explanation earlier, it sounded like he was treated as if dirt by this tyrant, and she would be glad to help the prince get rid of the scum.
Vegeta was pleased. This was a very nice room, and he didn't have to share it with three other men. It was ten times bigger than the one assigned to him too! Yes... he was very pleased. He turned around to face Bulma, his face completely emotionless and his arms crossed. The scientist backed up as the prince walked out of the room and back into the living room. He couldn't sense a trap in this room. It made him even more please to know the fact that she trusted him, something many people didn't do for him.
"So... what do you think?" asked Bulma with a smile.
"It's tolerable," he replied as he leaned against a wall still soaking up the room's appearance before him. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed... he could have said it was nice or good... but tolerable?! She rolled her eyes. 'Men.'
Bulma walked over to another scanner hand pad that was sitting on the wall just before you would leave the room. This pad, however, had a few keys on the side, which Bulma pressed. She placed her hand on the pad once more before typing a few more things. She took her hand off of the pad and asked Vegeta to come over to her. He did and he looked at her.
"I need you to take your glove off... so it can scan your hand," explained Bulma. Before grunting something the saiyan took his glove off and placed his hand on the scanner. It quickly scanned his hand and stated...
Welcome Vegeta, The prince looked to Bulma as she opened the door to his room and started out.
"Let's get going to the labs." Vegeta couldn't help but look at the machine, then to the scientist as he placed his glove back on and followed the woman after he closed the door to his room.
"What was that about?" questioned the man. Bulma gave a small smile as she looked to him.
"Well, the room is yours now, and that's your key to enter the room." The prince remained silent as he followed the woman with crossed arms, and a frown on his face.
"Now... onto business," stated Bulma as they began to walk down the stairs. "As I have said, I have created the blue prints to this machine, and I still have to check all the formula's that go with it... after all, I did start the project in the early hours of the morning..."
"Then why not start building it already?" asked Vegeta non-too friendly.
"I need to make sure it doesn't have any glitches... or for all I know... the GR will blow up." Okay... so she was creating something that was completely dangerous... but that didn't stop the prince from becoming discouraged about the gravitational room. Oh no! He was becoming excited that this project was going so well! He was glad to hear that the plans were already created. For a normal scientist, he would have expected the blue prints to be ready in about three weeks and the machine, another few months! This was not an ordinary project; so he would have expected it to be ready in a longer amount of time than that of a few weeks! This woman MUST be a true genius.
As they walked down the last step, the front door of Capsule Corp opened to show Yamcha walking in. When he spotted Bulma, his friendly smile graced his face. Bulma squealed in excite as she ran to him and embraced him in a hug.
"Yamcha! I can't believe that you're back!" she hugged him tighter before backing away from him with the grin still present. She looked up and down at his form. "Well I'll be..." she stated in a very western accent. "I can see that you've gotten much stronger!" He gave a laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I guess training in the wilderness does that to you..." he stated with a small chuckle. She shook her head and crossed her arms in a playful manner with the smile still gracing her face.
"It still blows my mind that you're back! It's been years!"
Yamcha nodded, "Yes, the years have passed rather too quickly for my liking..." They were both interrupted by a snort and a look of disgust. Bulma had forgotten about the saiyan prince! She mentally smacked herself before turning to face both at the same time.
"Yamcha, I want you to meet Vegeta. He's given me a new project to work on since I've been bored stiff from other projects dad just completed." The human warrior looked to the saiyan, and vice versa. Both gave each other a quick glare before Yamcha came back to look at Bulma with a smile.
"Say! I bet mom's making something for lunch! Wanna join us?" she asked both men with a cheerful smile.
"That'd be wonderful babe!" exclaimed the warrior as he placed a hand over her shoulder. She seemed to snuggle in his embrace as they walked to the kitchen, Vegeta following with a scowl.
The prince couldn't explain it! What was this strange new feeling that he was experiencing? It just made his stomach churn when he saw that... puny man hug the scientist. He wanted to rip off the man's hands from her... but she seemed very please with where he was... it sickened him for a strange reason... And the saiyan didn't know why. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was experiencing a different emotion... something that seemed stronger than anger... Ah yes, jealousy. The prince was jealous of this man. What Yamcha had in his arms, he wanted. When Yamcha gave her a feathery kiss on the cheek and she giggled in response, his stomach tied in knots so tight that it hurt. It hurt the saiyan to see her like... this...
He silently growled, and his ki slowly rose, as his glare remained to burn holes in the back of the man before him.
Yamcha slightly gulped when he felt Vegeta's ki rise, and it continued at a steady pace. Some how or another, he felt he should warn Bulma of this dangerous man who was following them to the kitchen.
"... and it was totally demolished !... Yamcha? Yamcha? You listening?" asked Bulma as she looked up to his coal black eyes. The earth warrior blinked back to reality as he turned back to his girlfriend with a smile, "Sorry..."
She gave a small pout before continuing, "Anyways... as I was saying BEFORE you ZONED OUT on ME, the whole back yard is destroyed. Do you want to come with me dragonball hunting?" she asked him. She turned back to Vegeta with a smile, "You could join us too!" He just grunted in response. She tilted her lips to the side before looking to Yamcha who seemed to turn a bit paler at the words of 'Dragonballs'.
The three arrived at the kitchen with the sweet aroma of food floating in the air. Ah yes, lunch was ready as predicted. Bulma noticed her mother placing a few desserts on a china plate.
"Hey Mom!" exclaimed Bulma as she went to hug the elder woman. "I didn't think you would be home so early!" Her mother smiled as she set the plate down. The mother smiled cheerfully and squealed in delight as she noticed the two men. "Oh my Bulma! I didn't know two men were after you!" She began to giggle insanely.
"Mom..." said Bulma in a very embarrassed tone. Her cheeks were flaming as she tried to cover them with her hand. Her mom just continued to giggle in her ditzy little way. "Yamcha is back from training, and Vegeta is waiting for an invention I have agreed to create... He will be staying here for a while."
Both men couldn't help but wince. Oh my goodness... could that woman squeal! Vegeta gritted his teeth as his ears began to bleed once more. The noise Bulma's mom was making was just as bad as Bulma's yelling! He lifted a palm with pure energy, ready to kill. He had had enough with the ear bleeding... and someone was going to die. Vegeta raised his hand to the blonde ditz.
Yamcha could feel Vegeta's ki rise once more, this time more concentrated at the tip of his palm. He glanced at the ki energy, which was enough to kill a normal human who had nothing to do with battle, or training for that matter. Yamcha, thinking fast, slapped the ki energy at Vegeta's fingertips into the glass door, which lead to the back yard so it wouldn't harm anyone... but more of Bulma's mom's flower garden.
Both Bulma and Mrs. Briefs gasped after the glass shattered into a million of tiny pieces. Yamcha used his body to cover both Briefs before it brought any true harm to them.
The saiyan prince snarled and two more ki energy balls were formed both aimed for Yamcha. He released them. Bulma gasped at the sight of the ki energy and she pushed Yamcha to the side so the energy could be aimed for her. Then it was released. She closed her eyes as she noticed the energy come shooting towards her knowing this was going to be the end.
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Kakarot was sparing with Piccolo at the time, and it seemed to be an even match! But he had learned while taking to the warrior, that they had fought years before, in a martial arts tournament that he won in the end.
It was said that Piccolo was stronger than the saiyan... but he trained along side with Gohan, and had surpassed the Namek in strength. But the green warrior was still teaching Gohan; he was teaching him how to handle a mental, and emotional battle. For example, the one he fought for years when the teen's father had left...
But as soon as the warrior felt Vegeta's energy rise to incredible strength's, their spar stopped. The both powered up as much as they could, and blasted off to find the saiyan with strong power. Soon followed by Gohan and Krillin.
Kakarot mentally growled as he began to fly faster. He knew the fool Yamcha had to do something with this! He just knew that allowing him to go to Capsule Corps was the wrong thing to do!
The saiyan and earth warrior felt the energy rise even more before Capsule Corp came into view. Yep... things were going to get U-G-L-Y.
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That took a while to type since I had been busy... I had homework yesterday, and it wasn't fun at all (no thanks to a new section in the book...). Anyways... I hope this story is enjoyable so far... Now all you need to do is review. Five reviews minimum, and I'll update within the next few days. Kays?
-Takuma
Just as I promised! I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter 7 - Meeting
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Bulma began to fume as she noticed all the damage done. This was horrific! What would her mom say about the flowers?! And her dad... what would he say about her making deals behind his back? Oh... she would be in so much trouble...
She looked around noticing the workers of Capsule Corps walking out... or in some cases... running out because of the earthquake... well, that was till they noticed the huge crater made in the back yard. She slapped her forehead. Things weren't going her way today... She really, REALLY needed to take a vacation.
She turned back to the employees and placed her hands on her hips. "There's nothing important for you to see here!" she exclaimed to the workers, "Get back to your jobs!" She couldn't help but question about the faces they were giving her... like if they were scared of something behind her... of scared of her. She smirked. 'They should fear me!' she thought triumphantly.
"You sound like a dictator, woman." Bulma glared as her back was still at the voice behind her. A very deep raspy voice it was. She swore silently if that was an employee... she was going to have his head! She spun around on her heal, and almost fell over at the person who gazed at her.
Falling on her butt, she cursed as she winced at the pain. It really hurt! Slightly snarling, she glared at the man who stood before her with a smirk plastered on his face and crossed arms.
"Very nice..." the saiyan said as he watched her mockingly. She sure did have a mouth... and the prince couldn't help but find that amusing.
Bulma quickly gained her composure as she slightly dusted her white coat off and glared at the man before her. The clothing she noticed that he was wearing was nothing from her company. It looked more like saiyan armor... She 'gacked' and fell over once more as she lost her footing from trying to back a step away from the saiyan.
Vegeta watched the scientist very amused again. Be couldn't help but allow a chuckle escape his lips. She was very attractive and seemed clumsy... he couldn't deny that... but she seemed... weak. She got up again and began to dust her coat off once again. The prince couldn't help but watch her. Oh well... he needed to find this Dr. Briefs person so he could see if this claimed genius could do the task of building him a training machine.
"Do you know where a Doctor Briefs is?" he asked Bulma. She blinked once... and blinked again. Then something seemed to click in her mind. 'Of course...' This must have been the alien that she was waiting for...
"Yes," she stated with a smirk, and crossing her arms. She seemed to be mocking Vegeta quite nicely, and she found it slightly amusing. He didn't though.
"Where is he then?" asked the warrior as he stood there glaring. This woman was starting to get on his nerves. Once he got finished with her, he would dispose of her... so he could start the cleaning up process that Kakarot didn't seem to have accomplished. The prince looked around at random buildings... and noticed the people not far from here staring at him most likely. They acted as if they had never seen an alien... Pitiful. But he could tell that most weren't that scared of his arrival... 'So Kakarot didn't finish the job as Frieza wanted...' Nope, the people didn't fear him. They were curious though.
'He?' thought Bulma as she slightly twitched. How stereotypical of him! How dare people now think that Doctors now a day are all MEN?! She gave a small huff as she replied non-too cheerfully.
"Dr. Briefs is standing before you."
Did Vegeta just hear right? He looked at the woman who stood before him. This weak woman was the genius inventor of this planet?! He broke out into a very mocking laughter. This made Bulma's blood boil. "You... Are Dr. Briefs?" he asked between gasps of laughter. Boy he needed to laugh more often...
Bulma's glare darkened. "Yes." She then pulled out her finger and began to poke him in the chest, not the right thing to do!
"Lookie here MISTER!" she exclaimed, "I don't like it when people make fun of me!" Vegeta's laughter left completely as his glare darkened too. Bulma pulled her finger away as she placed her hands on her hips. "Now! If you don't want this gravity room project completed... then I suggest that you keep your big mouth SHUT!"
Vegeta winced slightly. 'Damn that screeching...' thought Vegeta as he began to snarl. 'Damn onna...'
"You started on the training device already?" asked the prince coldly.
Bulma slowly nodded. "But I'll only complete this if you promise to cooperate here! I don't make any deals with people who are too pushy!" Vegeta was about to state something, when she cut him off. "And don't think I haven't done that before! My father and I own the largest and RICHEST Company on this planet! We have easily turned down many offers because of people like you, and I could easily turn yours down too!" She stomped her foot on the ground. There, she said it. Now all she had to do was keep her ground till this alien backed down as everyone of her customers and competition in the business company did.
But she was surprised when the saiyan smirked at her. He loved this challenge... 'Okay, so maybe she isn't all weak...'
"Okay then..." stated the saiyan prince as he took a step toward her. "How about I threaten your life? If you don't cooperate with ME, then you will die before you could say 'Gravity Machine'.
"Gravity Machine," stated Bulma boldly with a slanted smile. She didn't know WHY she was challenging this saiyan! She was aware that he could kill her with out a second thought! She continued to mentally kick herself at her idiocy. "Go ahead. Kill me for all I care," she stated daring, "Then who would finish creating the blue prints to the machine and build it to perfection? Certainly not I since I will be DEAD!" she shouted in his sensitive ear. Bulma noticed the wincing.
'What the...?' she then noticed a small stream of blood run down the saiyan's ear. 'Did... I do that?!' She gasped as she pulled out a clean facial tissue and tired to clean the blood.
Vegeta growled as he could feel the sticky red liquid fall from his ear. 'DAMN HER! Damn that woman!' He was about to send her a verbal lashing till he felt something soft touch the area around his ear. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye noticing her shake her head, mentally kicking herself, and wipe away the blood gently. It completely threw him off guard! How dare a woman do that to the saiyan prince! He softly growled as she grabbed his arm and tried to drag him to the big building she called work... and home.
He didn't budge. The glare was present, and he would be damned if he let this woman trick him! He didn't want the same fate as Kakarot! She looked back to him, her eyes silently pleading for him to cooperate.
"Please... I don't want any trouble here... Let me clean up this mess..." she pleaded softly as her hand slid down from his muscular, spandex covered arm to his gloved palm.
The prince noticed this action and slowly gulped. Her hand seemed so soft... so gentle it was too. Although you may be thinking, it's a bit difficult for someone to be able to FEEL with gloves on... you must remember that all saiyans are sensitive to touch... as much as their listening abilities are to hearing sounds... and screeching... Vegeta could only follow her into the house as he was soon hypnotized by her actions. He had no IDEA what she was doing to him... but it was going to stop weather he liked it... or not...
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Kakarot couldn't believe it! The kid was right! Gohan was right! He was indeed a father... and not only a dad, but the father of one of the strongest beings that he had ever met! And this indeed made the saiyan's pride swell. He smiled softly. He had a family, and they had their arms open to him when he didn't accept them... He shook his head. He was such an ass... But the other men...
Kakarot looked to the three. His mind was blank when he tried to think of where they came in. That was still a sign that he couldn't trust them... well... he could trust the Namek. He was claimed to be Gohan's sensei... although he now wished that he were the teen's teacher.
"That's one strong ki..." said Gohan breaking the silence. He gave a small smile to his father, as he looked his way. Kakarot couldn't look at his son. He should have never called Vegeta that time ago... he felt foolish... he felt like... he was betraying his family... this planet...
"Yeah... some ki..." muttered Kakarot back as he frowned. Gohan noticed this from the corner of his eye before he gave a small sigh. Gohan had thought he made his father mad in some way... again... He lowered his head slightly as he powered up more hoping to make the trip to Capsule Corp quicker.
The saiyans' guilt was slowly eating him up...it was painful for him. The dreams he received at night... they were coming slowly... as if telling him a story from times as a child... to being an adult when he was working for Frieza... still working for the tyrant. That creature... he was the one who forced him to become the cold warrior he was. The emotions that the other saiyan warrior trained him to hide, and to never use were slowly peaking out of the hard shell he created to keep the pain away. The emotional pain was what seemed to kill him instead of the physical abuse that he allowed on his body every day when he was on purging missions... and at that evil space station where the warriors looked for an excuse to harm the saiyans. They were all jealous since the saiyan's power was far superior to their own.
The smirk became present as he continued to fly. It did feel great to be feared... but it was something he had to learn to love... there was something else though that he felt he would like better than to be feared... Maybe it was the fact that he had... friends in the past to lean on when he was in trouble...
Vegeta's ki seemed to come closer... and he was close to something... more like some one... He gasped as he stopped immediately in flight, his son ramming in the warrior back. Kakarot could feel it... Vegeta was very close to Bulma's location... too close in fact...
Gohan backed away from his father, who was still flying in the air. He was curious why his father stopped in mid-flight. It had also caused the other Z warrior, who had tagged along, to stop and wait for an explanation.
"Dad?" asked Gohan.
"We... we can't go there..." stated the older saiyan as he turned around to the other warriors. They stared at him strangely.
"And why not?" asked Piccolo as he glared at the saiyan. "There's another invader on this planet!" Kakarot winced at this Namek's tone of voice...
"Because..." Kakarot paused to look for the right words to say, "He's very close to Bulma... too close..."
"Who's... he?" asked Yamcha, fire seemed to be burning in his eye. No one would DARE touch his girlfriend!
Kakarot gave a small mocking chuckle. It was enough to unnerve the strongest person in the area... "It's funny you should ask..." stated the saiyan in a half smirk smile. "Because if that person has the knowledge that Bulma is very valuable to you... us... then he would use this weakness against us..."
There was a still silence for a moment or two... well that was till Kakarot spoke again. "I think she will be fine on her own... for now..." stated the saiyan as he looked to everyone before turning back to the training grounds by his home. Gohan powered down as he looked up to his sensei. They both seemed to exchange a glance before they followed Gohan's father. Yamcha gave a glare to the three as they were leaving in the opposite direction of Capsule Corps. Krillin gave the warrior a small glimpse too before he followed group of three.
Yamcha was left alone. He growled as he powered up and flew the rest of the way to Capsule Corp. Some people may have thought he was a foolish being... and maybe he was... but he was sure to go and find out what that creature was doing by his girlfriend. He wouldn't feel right if he knew this alien could be raping her and he could done something to prevent it.
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Bulma smiled as she cleaned up the blood flow from the warrior's ear. She crossed her arms in thought as she watched him as he gazed around the white room.
This room was indeed very different from other medical rooms that he had been in before. Most of the time he would have to heal on his own and suffer for a few days with this hurting ear... but this woman seemed to have these strange medicines that caused the pain to go away... to help soothe the ache...
"Feeling better?" asked the woman as she took off her disposable gloves. A grunt was her response. She shook her head as she walked over to where she kept the medical form of this stranger. Quickly writing down the treatment and a few other things she frowned noticing one blank empty. She couldn't answer it... because he never gave her his name.
"Um... sir." He looked up at her raising an eyebrow. "Could I get your name?" The prince grunted something before muttering, "Vegeta." She nodded as she wrote it down on the paper. "Okay... Just inform me if your ear begins to hurt anymore... I could just give you some more of the meds..."
Bulma walked over to her filing cabinets and put the paper in it's own separate folder before closing it and turning back to the saiyan. "So... did you want to see the blue prints?" she asked him with a small smile. She opened the door.
Vegeta mumbled yet again as he followed the doctor out of the room and down a hall. They both seemed to walk side by side, and a tense moment was felt between the two of them. The saiyan prince didn't seem to mind, but it was making the human scientist nervous.
"So... why do you need this training device?" she asked him softly as she looked at him from the corner of her eye. Bulma wasn't sure if he would reply; he did seem to be the non-social type of person. But it did surprise her when he answered the question.
"I need to get stronger... so I could defeat a tyrant."
"A tyrant? Is he that strong? I mean... it seems that you have the strength to beat him now!" A little ego boosting wouldn't hurt anyone... A dark chuckle left the warriors lips.
"He's much stronger than I... that's all I can say."
Bulma shook her head as she placed a finger on her lip. "But still... Anyways, what did this tyrant do to deserve your hate?" she asked.
Vegeta almost visibly stiffened. Bulma didn't notice though. "He... killed my people... the planet in fact with the exception of three others of my race."
"Your planet?" asked Bulma tilting her head.
"Yes," he gave her a small smirk, "I was the crowned prince of the planet." The human's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"R-royalty?!" she exclaimed. The prince couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at her reaction. She was something else... "Wow... Heh... I guess I know how things were there... having all this power to rule... people fearing you. I've got it all here with this company." She smirked. "My father will soon have the company placed down into my own hands allowing me to become president of this powerful Corporation. That would be the day I would be looking forward to." She paused for a moment and a thought entered her head. "Say... do you have any place to stay?"
"No."
She smiled, "Then why not stay here till I finish the project? I know it'll take a few weeks, at the most."
The prince stared at her. Was she willing to let a killer live in her home with out a second thought?! She must have really been an airhead! Oh well... this place sounded better than the wilderness, which he would have to hide out in. He was aware that there were a few powerful warriors on this planet... be he wasn't quiet sure HOW powerful they were... But here... he wasn't sure if it was a trap. This could have been a huge set up just to cage him up, and slowly torture him as Frieza had done so many times. He would need to keep an eye open at all times... But for the strangest reason... he felt safe around this woman. She seemed so carefree, so happy, healthy, and young... and free.
Free. He would do anything to be his own person once more. To be only under his father when he knew the throne would go to him one of these days. He had the nagging thought that this planet could promise him the freedom that he wanted... but he was royalty. He need to rule over something. He needed a strong empire, not to live among weaklings. That was why he had wanted to destroy Frieza, and take over his empire! That would fulfill his need for being a ruler and to avenge his people.
The two had walked in silence for a few moments as Bulma led them up a flight of stairs and to a curved hallway. Vegeta couldn't help but look over the edge of the stairs. He was on a catwalk hallway, and he noticed that they had walked at least seven flights of stairs. He smirked looking down at the view. He was aware that this view could have any human afraid of heights. But not to the saiyan since he knew how to fly...
Vegeta noticed Bulma stop before a large door and place her hand on a pad, and it scanned her hand.
Name
Vegeta blinked. Did that thing just talk?!
"Bulma Briefs," stated Bulma as she took her hand off of the scanning pad.
Welcome Miss Briefs stated the computer in it's monotone voice before the door clicked open. Bulma opened the door, and allowed Vegeta to walk in and he began to gaze at his temporary room. He was in awe. The first thing he noticed when he walked in the room was his feet sunk into the carpet. Yep, it was soft and clean... His sense of smell could pick up the fresh cleaner used to clean the floors.
This room was MUCH nicer than the one he was assigned to in the space station! The walls were pained a pale blue... just enough to give the room color, but not darken it out. Matching furniture; plain but elegant. Lazy boy chair... and a big screen TV... not bad...
A mini kitchen was on the right side of the door with an island table... a fridge and stove were present if someone ever got the munchies... and yes... there was even a kitchen sink...
Vegeta walked further into the room examining it and noticed a hallway that so happened to be outside of the kitchen. He walked to it and noticed two doors, one leading to a walk-in closet, and the other to the bedroom. He opened the door to the bed and he looked in.
Bulma gave a smile as she watched the prince observe the room. Since she knew he was royalty, the scientist thought she would give him one of the nicer apartments on the higher floor. This particular room so happened to next to her own, something she doubted at the moment that could be good... But the least she could do right now was give him a bit of comfort as he waited for the gravity machine to be completed.
She walked to the doorframe of the room and watched as Vegeta looked around. Yes... she hoped he would be pleased with this room. From his explanation earlier, it sounded like he was treated as if dirt by this tyrant, and she would be glad to help the prince get rid of the scum.
Vegeta was pleased. This was a very nice room, and he didn't have to share it with three other men. It was ten times bigger than the one assigned to him too! Yes... he was very pleased. He turned around to face Bulma, his face completely emotionless and his arms crossed. The scientist backed up as the prince walked out of the room and back into the living room. He couldn't sense a trap in this room. It made him even more please to know the fact that she trusted him, something many people didn't do for him.
"So... what do you think?" asked Bulma with a smile.
"It's tolerable," he replied as he leaned against a wall still soaking up the room's appearance before him. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed... he could have said it was nice or good... but tolerable?! She rolled her eyes. 'Men.'
Bulma walked over to another scanner hand pad that was sitting on the wall just before you would leave the room. This pad, however, had a few keys on the side, which Bulma pressed. She placed her hand on the pad once more before typing a few more things. She took her hand off of the pad and asked Vegeta to come over to her. He did and he looked at her.
"I need you to take your glove off... so it can scan your hand," explained Bulma. Before grunting something the saiyan took his glove off and placed his hand on the scanner. It quickly scanned his hand and stated...
Welcome Vegeta, The prince looked to Bulma as she opened the door to his room and started out.
"Let's get going to the labs." Vegeta couldn't help but look at the machine, then to the scientist as he placed his glove back on and followed the woman after he closed the door to his room.
"What was that about?" questioned the man. Bulma gave a small smile as she looked to him.
"Well, the room is yours now, and that's your key to enter the room." The prince remained silent as he followed the woman with crossed arms, and a frown on his face.
"Now... onto business," stated Bulma as they began to walk down the stairs. "As I have said, I have created the blue prints to this machine, and I still have to check all the formula's that go with it... after all, I did start the project in the early hours of the morning..."
"Then why not start building it already?" asked Vegeta non-too friendly.
"I need to make sure it doesn't have any glitches... or for all I know... the GR will blow up." Okay... so she was creating something that was completely dangerous... but that didn't stop the prince from becoming discouraged about the gravitational room. Oh no! He was becoming excited that this project was going so well! He was glad to hear that the plans were already created. For a normal scientist, he would have expected the blue prints to be ready in about three weeks and the machine, another few months! This was not an ordinary project; so he would have expected it to be ready in a longer amount of time than that of a few weeks! This woman MUST be a true genius.
As they walked down the last step, the front door of Capsule Corp opened to show Yamcha walking in. When he spotted Bulma, his friendly smile graced his face. Bulma squealed in excite as she ran to him and embraced him in a hug.
"Yamcha! I can't believe that you're back!" she hugged him tighter before backing away from him with the grin still present. She looked up and down at his form. "Well I'll be..." she stated in a very western accent. "I can see that you've gotten much stronger!" He gave a laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I guess training in the wilderness does that to you..." he stated with a small chuckle. She shook her head and crossed her arms in a playful manner with the smile still gracing her face.
"It still blows my mind that you're back! It's been years!"
Yamcha nodded, "Yes, the years have passed rather too quickly for my liking..." They were both interrupted by a snort and a look of disgust. Bulma had forgotten about the saiyan prince! She mentally smacked herself before turning to face both at the same time.
"Yamcha, I want you to meet Vegeta. He's given me a new project to work on since I've been bored stiff from other projects dad just completed." The human warrior looked to the saiyan, and vice versa. Both gave each other a quick glare before Yamcha came back to look at Bulma with a smile.
"Say! I bet mom's making something for lunch! Wanna join us?" she asked both men with a cheerful smile.
"That'd be wonderful babe!" exclaimed the warrior as he placed a hand over her shoulder. She seemed to snuggle in his embrace as they walked to the kitchen, Vegeta following with a scowl.
The prince couldn't explain it! What was this strange new feeling that he was experiencing? It just made his stomach churn when he saw that... puny man hug the scientist. He wanted to rip off the man's hands from her... but she seemed very please with where he was... it sickened him for a strange reason... And the saiyan didn't know why. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he was experiencing a different emotion... something that seemed stronger than anger... Ah yes, jealousy. The prince was jealous of this man. What Yamcha had in his arms, he wanted. When Yamcha gave her a feathery kiss on the cheek and she giggled in response, his stomach tied in knots so tight that it hurt. It hurt the saiyan to see her like... this...
He silently growled, and his ki slowly rose, as his glare remained to burn holes in the back of the man before him.
Yamcha slightly gulped when he felt Vegeta's ki rise, and it continued at a steady pace. Some how or another, he felt he should warn Bulma of this dangerous man who was following them to the kitchen.
"... and it was totally demolished !... Yamcha? Yamcha? You listening?" asked Bulma as she looked up to his coal black eyes. The earth warrior blinked back to reality as he turned back to his girlfriend with a smile, "Sorry..."
She gave a small pout before continuing, "Anyways... as I was saying BEFORE you ZONED OUT on ME, the whole back yard is destroyed. Do you want to come with me dragonball hunting?" she asked him. She turned back to Vegeta with a smile, "You could join us too!" He just grunted in response. She tilted her lips to the side before looking to Yamcha who seemed to turn a bit paler at the words of 'Dragonballs'.
The three arrived at the kitchen with the sweet aroma of food floating in the air. Ah yes, lunch was ready as predicted. Bulma noticed her mother placing a few desserts on a china plate.
"Hey Mom!" exclaimed Bulma as she went to hug the elder woman. "I didn't think you would be home so early!" Her mother smiled as she set the plate down. The mother smiled cheerfully and squealed in delight as she noticed the two men. "Oh my Bulma! I didn't know two men were after you!" She began to giggle insanely.
"Mom..." said Bulma in a very embarrassed tone. Her cheeks were flaming as she tried to cover them with her hand. Her mom just continued to giggle in her ditzy little way. "Yamcha is back from training, and Vegeta is waiting for an invention I have agreed to create... He will be staying here for a while."
Both men couldn't help but wince. Oh my goodness... could that woman squeal! Vegeta gritted his teeth as his ears began to bleed once more. The noise Bulma's mom was making was just as bad as Bulma's yelling! He lifted a palm with pure energy, ready to kill. He had had enough with the ear bleeding... and someone was going to die. Vegeta raised his hand to the blonde ditz.
Yamcha could feel Vegeta's ki rise once more, this time more concentrated at the tip of his palm. He glanced at the ki energy, which was enough to kill a normal human who had nothing to do with battle, or training for that matter. Yamcha, thinking fast, slapped the ki energy at Vegeta's fingertips into the glass door, which lead to the back yard so it wouldn't harm anyone... but more of Bulma's mom's flower garden.
Both Bulma and Mrs. Briefs gasped after the glass shattered into a million of tiny pieces. Yamcha used his body to cover both Briefs before it brought any true harm to them.
The saiyan prince snarled and two more ki energy balls were formed both aimed for Yamcha. He released them. Bulma gasped at the sight of the ki energy and she pushed Yamcha to the side so the energy could be aimed for her. Then it was released. She closed her eyes as she noticed the energy come shooting towards her knowing this was going to be the end.
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Kakarot was sparing with Piccolo at the time, and it seemed to be an even match! But he had learned while taking to the warrior, that they had fought years before, in a martial arts tournament that he won in the end.
It was said that Piccolo was stronger than the saiyan... but he trained along side with Gohan, and had surpassed the Namek in strength. But the green warrior was still teaching Gohan; he was teaching him how to handle a mental, and emotional battle. For example, the one he fought for years when the teen's father had left...
But as soon as the warrior felt Vegeta's energy rise to incredible strength's, their spar stopped. The both powered up as much as they could, and blasted off to find the saiyan with strong power. Soon followed by Gohan and Krillin.
Kakarot mentally growled as he began to fly faster. He knew the fool Yamcha had to do something with this! He just knew that allowing him to go to Capsule Corps was the wrong thing to do!
The saiyan and earth warrior felt the energy rise even more before Capsule Corp came into view. Yep... things were going to get U-G-L-Y.
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That took a while to type since I had been busy... I had homework yesterday, and it wasn't fun at all (no thanks to a new section in the book...). Anyways... I hope this story is enjoyable so far... Now all you need to do is review. Five reviews minimum, and I'll update within the next few days. Kays?
-Takuma