Chapter 8 – Fighting
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Kakarot glared as he arrived at the back yard of Capsule Corp. He noticed the landing spot of the space pod a mile away, and he could feel Vegeta's ki grow by the moment. It was not good. He sprinted as fast as his two legs could take him to where the entrance of the kitchen was dodging debris here and there. His eyes seemed to widen when he noticed the shattered glass to the back door. Someone must have been pissed... and he had a feeling it was the prince's doing.
He prepared himself for the worst as he slowly entered Capsule Corp, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Although there was still dust all around the room from a few broken walls of the home, everyone in the room was safe.
Kakarot's eyes turned to slits when he noticed Yamcha picking himself from the glass-covered floor. The idiot was covered in minor cuts, which were still bleeding the crimson liquid. Not too far from the earth warrior were bloodied glass shards.
The saiyan turned his head slightly to the left, and he noticed Mrs. Briefs looking around the room with concern muttering things about how big of a mess was made. Kakarot couldn't believe how this lady wasn't fazed by the fact that she could have been killed! She was ignorant some times... he could admit that...
But the eye opener Kakarot got was when he turned to the left just a few feet away. Bulma had fainted, but was supported by the saiyan prince, who had his arm, and tail, wrapped around Bulma's torso and waist; he didn't seem thrilled at all. The saiyan warrior couldn't help but notice the whole, which was burned in the back of the prince's back. He blinked. 'Did... Vegeta save that woman?!' No. It was VERY hard to believe that he would do such a thing! He was known to destroy, not to save and protect! He was a ruthless saiyan warrior, who seemed to have strength and power of a Greek or Roman god. Had the prince become soft?
"Sire?" asked Kakarot as he slowly approached the prince. His lead boots crushed any glass that he stepped on, and shattered it into fine dust. "Are... you alright?" He walked closer to the prince as he lowered his head slightly. He was after all, royalty to his race. The saiyan noticed the prince growl as he got closer. The taller warrior's gaze went from the prince, to Bulma. "W-will she be alright?" he asked pointing to the woman.
Vegeta continued to glare, at the person who the earthlings called, Goku. He noticed the clothes the saiyan was wearing. His glare darkened. They were very bright... very loose... and very un-saiyan like. It was preposterous! He could be seen miles away with that thing, and could be attacked by an enemy with that... thing on! But with the mention of the blue haired genius, he looked down to her. She had fainted... typical...
'She just a weak female- what the HELL?!' The prince noticed that he was still clinging onto her. It was bad enough that his arms were around her chest, and he could easily feel her breasts on his arms. But if that wasn't enough... it took him a few moments to realize that his tail was wrapped around something... or someone. That someone was Bulma. He had wrapped his tail around Bulma's waist for extra support. His cheeks slightly turned red, and he hastily thru her to the ground. She gave a small yep as the glass dug into her soft flesh, and cut it open. Vegeta ignored a wince that wanted to surface. He couldn't look weak before his enemies, or a fellow saiyan warrior. He ignored her for the time being and his attention went back to the saiyan before him.
"Kakarot," stated Vegeta coldly. He then leaned back on a table that wasn't far from where he was standing. He crossed his arms and gave a mocking smirk. "I've arrived from your pathetic 'plead' of help."
"Plead?! What the hell his this... this THING saying?!" spitted out Yamcha as he tried to shake the stinging effect of the glass cuts away. Vegeta turned to the earth warrior, his smirk present as he answered the warrior's rather rude question.
"As you can see, human, Kakarot had called me and a few other warriors... who had been called on another purging mission, to come and help him with this..." The prince paused as he tried to think of the right word, and smirked when it came, "small trouble that he's having."
Bulma, who was now fully awake and aware, tuned into the conversation that was going on. She rubbed her arms from the glass that had dug into her skin. "What do you mean? A-are you apart of this evil space army?" And Bulma's skin seemed to crawl when she felt his evil gaze on her. She shook her head in disbelief. How could she have been such a fool?!
Vegeta's face seemed to be as emotionless as possible. Now this woman will turn on him... the woman that he just saved! She won't trust him as everyone else. And once more, his stomach seemed to tie in more knots. How could he have felt that this was too good to be true? It did seem too good to be true... but it all went down the drain... all because of his temper.
"For a warrior, it isn't honorable to tell a lie. So my answer to the question is... Yes, I am apart of Frieza's army," Bulma's face turned pale, Kakarot's gaze darkened, Yamcha began to scowl at the prince, and Ms. Briefs... well... she just seemed to ignore all that was around her, and began to make tea... and at a time like this too... "... But I'm a warrior in his army... by force." The prince stared at the scientist for a few moments before he glared to the fellow saiyan warrior. He muttered a few curses under his breath before he turned and walked out of the kitchen, and to his assigned room with white knuckled fists at his sides.
Bulma stared out the door to the prince, who just walked out. He seemed disappointed... and slightly saddened at this turn of events. It was at that moment, the other Z warriors had walked into the newly ruined kitchen. They all couldn't help but look around shocked at the damage done. Gohan walked beside his father and looked up to the man. He placed a calming hand on the warrior's shoulder.
"What happened, father?" asked the teen as he looked up to his dad's eyes. He couldn't believe the pain he saw in them; it was almost unbelievable to the teen as he waited patiently for an answer.
Kakarot looked down to his son. He had much on his mind at the moment. How could he have been so stupid?! He must have been THAT desperate all those months ago... He couldn't believe that he wanted to go back to that hellhole of an army than to taste the joy of freedom. How he craved for more of the freedom months ago... and now he got it, along with a chunk of his past too. His son Gohan, the product of his love for his forgotten mate... why did he forget such a lovely woman? He did admit that she and Gohan, but a younger version, had haunted him in his dreams for the past ten years. Although he had forgotten their names over the time from the constant torture and abuse from the warriors of the evil army... he was able to remember them... but not as clearly as he wished, however he silently thanked Kami that they seemed to be the ones who kept him going... even thru the roughest of times. His better memories of this small family helped to survive this long... and kept him away from fulfilling his attempts at suicide knowing there was someone waiting for him at home, his true home.
Kakarot noticed Piccolo and Krillin watching him as he looked up to them with sorrow filled eyes. "I'm sorry," he muttered as he lowered his head, "I should have never had that scouter with me... then this mess wouldn't be here."
"Dad... it's not your fault that this happened," said Gohan with a small smile. "It's a small thing called fate that allows these things to occur. I think the other saiyans would have wondered where you had gone to after all these months and didn't return."
"But... I was the one who called them for help..."
"Dad. Stop kicking yourself! They would have come sooner or later, and you know it scouter or none." Gohan looked up into his father's eyes, "It's not your fault."
"But... I... just feel so damn guilty about it!" exclaimed the saiyan raising his arms in the air. "Why would I feel that way after years of training to keep an emotionless expression?! Emotions... feh, what a weakness..."
Krillin took this time to be brave, and try to talk some sense into the saiyan. The earth warrior couldn't believe that he had wanted all the blame for this incident. Krillin shook his head; this broken warrior must have had it rough while living with the other saiyans "Goku... Emotions are something that everyone needs! You can't go on with life without one-"
"That's bullshit!" exclaimed Kakarot as his anger began to rise, as his power level too. "Emotions are what get you killed as many of the creatures I had done to in the past! Emotions are for the weak!" The warrior stormed out of the room and into the large complex completely ignoring his friends' pleas to remain in the kitchen.
"Gah..." Gohan ran a hand thru his hair as he leaned on a near by wall. "He's impossible... I don't see how we can get to him now!" A light chuckle from the teen's sensei could be heard.
"I think he needs to be alone... for a while, so he could try and figure out a solution to his own troubles." Gohan nodded as he gave a small smile to the Namek.
"Thanks Piccolo." It was that moment that a whistle could he heard indicating that the water, Ms. Briefs was boiling had warmed just enough. The blonde woman smiled as she pulled out a few china cups and spoons, "Is anyone up for a cup of tea?" she asked in her sweet voice.
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Vegeta almost tore his glove off as he reached his new room. He didn't bother to use the stairs; he just flew up them ignoring the amazed shrieks coming from employees all around about a man knowing how to fly. Yes, this race was completely pathetic.
The prince placed his hand on the scanning pad, and it scanned his hand. The door unlocked greeting the prince in with its monotone voice. He just ignored it for the time being as he almost ripped the door open and from its hinges. And he slammed it, almost breaking the door. He slowly made it over to the living room, and plopped on the lazy boy recliner. He gave a contented sigh; this was truly a luxury. Ever since he noticed Bulma's enthusiasm for building this machine, and making sure he was as comfortable as possible while it was being created slightly confused the saiyan. He and his people, the three others of his race, were looked down upon, but feared among the majority of the warriors. This was why he was completely shocked when Bulma... the blue haired female scientist treated him as an honored guest than a horrible barbarian.
He placed an elbow on the armrest, and rested his chin in his palm. It was a mystery why he had survived this long... but he had an idea that it may have had to do with the fact of becoming the legendary. He smirked at the idea. Frieza, dying at the hands of a lowly saiyan warrior... He would finally be able to avenge his people. All their efforts were for naught; that was why he was excited when he finally found someone who didn't think he was completely crazy when he described the gravity simulator. He now had a chance to finally defeat the tyrant of this evil space army sooner than later...
Vegeta opened one of the pockets from bottom of his armor to pull out a bag of rare jewels and precious metals he had collected over the years. They were most defiantly valuable, and had been wanted all over the galaxy. If he sold a small fragment from one of the metals to one of the merchants in the trading cities, which Frieza ruled over, he could have easily traded for a year supply of food, as well as one of the newer ships for space travel. If that fiend ever found out about Vegeta's 'emergency' money, it would be confiscated and he wouldn't have a plan B for survival... but he would easily trade it all for the gravity simulator.
The prince looked at the stones. Many were of sapphire... ruby, and diamond... but also large chunks of gold and platinum... and a few others of lesser value. They were wanted all over the galaxy, but only the rulers could afford them... A mine of the precious metals and minerals had never been found in the empire that Frieza had created. But it did make some aliens wonder if there was a certain planet, which these could be found abundantly on.
Vegeta placed the stash of gems and metals away as he leaned back into the chair. It was rare for him to relax like this. He had always needed to keep on the look out for anyone who would attempt to kill the prince. It was attempted many times too... but the attackers fate was usually death, by Vegeta's standards. He just couldn't get over the feeling that he was finally safe...
The saiyan gave a small contented smirk as he closed his eyes. He would love to live like this... like the prince he should be... but as soon as the luxury would come... so would pain and disaster follow... A frown graced his features; it was something he didn't like the sound of at all... but it seemed to be a constant cycle... a cycle that he couldn't come out of.
The prince stood up from his seat and stripped his armor, gloves, and boots leaving him in his spandex uniform only. He ignored the fact that the back of his armor was destroyed, and so was his spandex. But the pain from the burn on his back was welcomed. He snarled at the armor. How he hated to wear that uniform; it always seemed to make his joints move in the weirdest ways, causing them to become stiff. Vegeta rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck He needed to do something, more like he needed to train. His lips curled to a smirk. Training always seemed to make his worries go away. But the simulator... it still was being completed. He couldn't help but congratulate himself for saving Bulma's life. With out her, there would be no machine... and his dream of defeating Frieza sooner than later would have gone out the drain.
Vegeta kneeled down to the floor, and began to do one-hand pushups. 'Why did she push that weakling of a man out of the way, and risk herself instead? Doesn't she fear for her life?' Vegeta switched from the one-hand pushups, to two-finger pushups. This gravity didn't seem to affect him as much as his home planet did...
'Does... he mean something to her?' he thought. He growled at the image of the female hugging, which he now called, his worst enemy on this planet. It just made his blood boil to think of Yamcha wrapping his arms around the woman... but he just couldn't understand why...
Since the prince didn't have his scouter on, he didn't notice a ki energy that was approaching his room. He was too caught up in his thoughts. Yet, he was snapped back into reality when a small knock on the door was heard. A small growl was released from his throat as he jumped up from the floor, and slightly stomped over to the entrance of the room.
The price twisted the handle to the room opening the door with a scowl on his face.
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Bulma was angry, and she had a perfectly good reason too! That warrior, who claimed to be a prince almost, KILLED her boyfriend! It wouldn't have been a huge issue though... she could always wish him back with the Dragonballs, right?
She stood on the door outside of the prince's room, and she knocked lightly. She gave a small sigh as she pulled some of her lightly colored hair behind her head. For some strange reason, she was becoming nervous, and very jittery. But why was this happening? The alien prince was just another client who asked her to build an invention... which reminded her, how was she going to get paid? She mentally slapped herself, she shouldn't think of something like that... she was starting to sound like her father. He always tried to get paid before hand even if the machine wasn't started on, and sometimes totally forget about the project ripping off the person. But she had saved his hide many times by creating the majority of the projects.
The door opened, and Vegeta's scowl was present as he 'greeted' her. "What do you want?" he demanded. Bulma noticed some sweat on his brow, and her eyes seemed to travel down for unknown reason... Her eyes widened when she noticed what the prince was wearing. The blue spandex... nothing else... and the thin flexible fabric allowed the well-defined muscles to show thru. Bulma began to feel her cheeks burn.
"I-I had wanted to... to..."
The prince's scowl darkened. "Spit it OUT!"
Bulma winced at his tone. He was obviously angry. "Iwantedtomakesureyouwerealright." Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he walked to the door, and closer to Bulma.
"What?"
Bulma gave a small gulp as a lump began to form. "I... wanted to make sure you were alright... from the blast... I mean..."
Vegeta remained quiet for a moment, remaining completely still till a smirk was placed on his lips. "I didn't know you cared."
The female scientist tilted her mouth to the side, "So I have a bigger heart than you do..." The prince remained silent after that remark. He just seemed to glare at her, which made her become nervous again.
"I-I had also wanted to thank you..." Vegeta was shocked. 'Thank me for what?' he thought. "... Thank you... for saving my life earlier, although that attack was heading towards my boyfriend." Bulma's voice was very quiet, and you could tell that she wasn't use to thanking someone. Usually it was the other way around which caused her to become prideful as this prince. She gave him a small smile.
Vegeta just gave a small nod as he opened his door more as if inviting her into his new room. She did accept and walked in, sure she had been in it about thirty minutes ago... but this was now Vegeta's room, and it seemed as foreign property to her.
Bulma followed the prince to the living room; she sat down on a couch as the prince kneeled back down on the floor to complete his two fingered pushups. "So..." muttered the scientist quietly. "I had also wanted to apologize for... not taking you to the lab in the first place..." She noticed Vegeta glance at her as she reached in her pocket for a capsule. "So... I'm bringing the plans to show you." She pressed the button on the side and set it down on a coffee table beside the sofa. A popping noise came, along with much smoke, and what seemed to appear were the plans to the Gravity Room! Vegeta immediately stopped when he noticed the small object turn into a big one! He jumped up from his placed on the floor and gazed at the blue prints.
Bulma bit her lip as the prince looked onto her drawings. "Most of the calculations on these plans... are from past inventions and-"
"When will they be completed?" asked the prince rudely interrupting. Bulma frowned as she crossed her arms.
"I don't like to be interrupted!" she stated in a sulking manner.
The prince just smirked back at her. "Get use to it."
Bulma glared at him, and stood up. "I don't have to do this you know. I could just easily burn these prints because of your attitude." She began to walk to the door. The prince's smirk widened as he phased out, and back in before Bulma, who was about to exit the door. She gave a small shriek and slightly backed away.
"Vegeta! Let me out!" she demanded glaring at the prince.
"No."
"What. Did. You. Say."
Vegeta's smirk widened, "No." Bulma began to fume. "I will not let you thru until you promise to make this Gravity Simulator, otherwise you could get comfortable because you will be staying here along time..." Bulma then realized that he locked both of them in the room by using the hand scanner. She was stuck.
She glared at the prince, "I need to go, and work on other things! I actually have a JOB to complete."
"And so do I, but I'm patient."
Bulma gave a small growl as she stormed back into the room and back to the blue prints that lay on the table. She plopped onto the sofa and folded her arms once more and crossed her legs.
"Okay then... I'll work on the project..." This caused the prince to nod as he sat on the recliner. "And I had calculated... that this project could take up to..." she counted her fingers, "Three weeks to build... but that would be if some of the calculations were inaccurate." The prince gave a satisfied look as she looked back to the plans. "But I must also state... this may be the most costly project I will be working on..." She gave the prince a lopsided grin. "Knowing that you most likely will be using the balls of energy for training, I will have to purchase more durable minerals to hold the simulator together, which I need to do a bit of research on it a bit..."
The prince eyed the woman strangely. "Elaborate the details."
She pointed to a small box on the side of the side of the plans. "What I had thought of adding to the metal being used for the interior and exterior of the gravity room was something with a hardness of 8-10... Diamonds are a dead given since they are the hardest minerals on this planet. Have you ever heard of them before?" She asked the prince.
"D-Diamonds?" he asked her back. She nodded as she looked to the ring with lay on her finger.
"Yes, they make such nice jewelry," she explained with a small smile. She looked to the prince who sat on the chair with an emotionless expression... almost like always. "If you wouldn't mind me leaving... I need to get back to my lab and complete this research, and start work on this machine..." Vegeta got up from his seat and placed his hand on the scanner. It scanned his palm and opened the door. Bulma gave a small nod with her blue prints in hand and she left the room; Vegeta closed it behind her. As he turned around, he leaned on the door and a small smirk came onto his face.
"It seems that I have discovered the diamond planet..." Maybe he could strike a deal with the humans...
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Kakarot glared as he arrived at the back yard of Capsule Corp. He noticed the landing spot of the space pod a mile away, and he could feel Vegeta's ki grow by the moment. It was not good. He sprinted as fast as his two legs could take him to where the entrance of the kitchen was dodging debris here and there. His eyes seemed to widen when he noticed the shattered glass to the back door. Someone must have been pissed... and he had a feeling it was the prince's doing.
He prepared himself for the worst as he slowly entered Capsule Corp, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Although there was still dust all around the room from a few broken walls of the home, everyone in the room was safe.
Kakarot's eyes turned to slits when he noticed Yamcha picking himself from the glass-covered floor. The idiot was covered in minor cuts, which were still bleeding the crimson liquid. Not too far from the earth warrior were bloodied glass shards.
The saiyan turned his head slightly to the left, and he noticed Mrs. Briefs looking around the room with concern muttering things about how big of a mess was made. Kakarot couldn't believe how this lady wasn't fazed by the fact that she could have been killed! She was ignorant some times... he could admit that...
But the eye opener Kakarot got was when he turned to the left just a few feet away. Bulma had fainted, but was supported by the saiyan prince, who had his arm, and tail, wrapped around Bulma's torso and waist; he didn't seem thrilled at all. The saiyan warrior couldn't help but notice the whole, which was burned in the back of the prince's back. He blinked. 'Did... Vegeta save that woman?!' No. It was VERY hard to believe that he would do such a thing! He was known to destroy, not to save and protect! He was a ruthless saiyan warrior, who seemed to have strength and power of a Greek or Roman god. Had the prince become soft?
"Sire?" asked Kakarot as he slowly approached the prince. His lead boots crushed any glass that he stepped on, and shattered it into fine dust. "Are... you alright?" He walked closer to the prince as he lowered his head slightly. He was after all, royalty to his race. The saiyan noticed the prince growl as he got closer. The taller warrior's gaze went from the prince, to Bulma. "W-will she be alright?" he asked pointing to the woman.
Vegeta continued to glare, at the person who the earthlings called, Goku. He noticed the clothes the saiyan was wearing. His glare darkened. They were very bright... very loose... and very un-saiyan like. It was preposterous! He could be seen miles away with that thing, and could be attacked by an enemy with that... thing on! But with the mention of the blue haired genius, he looked down to her. She had fainted... typical...
'She just a weak female- what the HELL?!' The prince noticed that he was still clinging onto her. It was bad enough that his arms were around her chest, and he could easily feel her breasts on his arms. But if that wasn't enough... it took him a few moments to realize that his tail was wrapped around something... or someone. That someone was Bulma. He had wrapped his tail around Bulma's waist for extra support. His cheeks slightly turned red, and he hastily thru her to the ground. She gave a small yep as the glass dug into her soft flesh, and cut it open. Vegeta ignored a wince that wanted to surface. He couldn't look weak before his enemies, or a fellow saiyan warrior. He ignored her for the time being and his attention went back to the saiyan before him.
"Kakarot," stated Vegeta coldly. He then leaned back on a table that wasn't far from where he was standing. He crossed his arms and gave a mocking smirk. "I've arrived from your pathetic 'plead' of help."
"Plead?! What the hell his this... this THING saying?!" spitted out Yamcha as he tried to shake the stinging effect of the glass cuts away. Vegeta turned to the earth warrior, his smirk present as he answered the warrior's rather rude question.
"As you can see, human, Kakarot had called me and a few other warriors... who had been called on another purging mission, to come and help him with this..." The prince paused as he tried to think of the right word, and smirked when it came, "small trouble that he's having."
Bulma, who was now fully awake and aware, tuned into the conversation that was going on. She rubbed her arms from the glass that had dug into her skin. "What do you mean? A-are you apart of this evil space army?" And Bulma's skin seemed to crawl when she felt his evil gaze on her. She shook her head in disbelief. How could she have been such a fool?!
Vegeta's face seemed to be as emotionless as possible. Now this woman will turn on him... the woman that he just saved! She won't trust him as everyone else. And once more, his stomach seemed to tie in more knots. How could he have felt that this was too good to be true? It did seem too good to be true... but it all went down the drain... all because of his temper.
"For a warrior, it isn't honorable to tell a lie. So my answer to the question is... Yes, I am apart of Frieza's army," Bulma's face turned pale, Kakarot's gaze darkened, Yamcha began to scowl at the prince, and Ms. Briefs... well... she just seemed to ignore all that was around her, and began to make tea... and at a time like this too... "... But I'm a warrior in his army... by force." The prince stared at the scientist for a few moments before he glared to the fellow saiyan warrior. He muttered a few curses under his breath before he turned and walked out of the kitchen, and to his assigned room with white knuckled fists at his sides.
Bulma stared out the door to the prince, who just walked out. He seemed disappointed... and slightly saddened at this turn of events. It was at that moment, the other Z warriors had walked into the newly ruined kitchen. They all couldn't help but look around shocked at the damage done. Gohan walked beside his father and looked up to the man. He placed a calming hand on the warrior's shoulder.
"What happened, father?" asked the teen as he looked up to his dad's eyes. He couldn't believe the pain he saw in them; it was almost unbelievable to the teen as he waited patiently for an answer.
Kakarot looked down to his son. He had much on his mind at the moment. How could he have been so stupid?! He must have been THAT desperate all those months ago... He couldn't believe that he wanted to go back to that hellhole of an army than to taste the joy of freedom. How he craved for more of the freedom months ago... and now he got it, along with a chunk of his past too. His son Gohan, the product of his love for his forgotten mate... why did he forget such a lovely woman? He did admit that she and Gohan, but a younger version, had haunted him in his dreams for the past ten years. Although he had forgotten their names over the time from the constant torture and abuse from the warriors of the evil army... he was able to remember them... but not as clearly as he wished, however he silently thanked Kami that they seemed to be the ones who kept him going... even thru the roughest of times. His better memories of this small family helped to survive this long... and kept him away from fulfilling his attempts at suicide knowing there was someone waiting for him at home, his true home.
Kakarot noticed Piccolo and Krillin watching him as he looked up to them with sorrow filled eyes. "I'm sorry," he muttered as he lowered his head, "I should have never had that scouter with me... then this mess wouldn't be here."
"Dad... it's not your fault that this happened," said Gohan with a small smile. "It's a small thing called fate that allows these things to occur. I think the other saiyans would have wondered where you had gone to after all these months and didn't return."
"But... I was the one who called them for help..."
"Dad. Stop kicking yourself! They would have come sooner or later, and you know it scouter or none." Gohan looked up into his father's eyes, "It's not your fault."
"But... I... just feel so damn guilty about it!" exclaimed the saiyan raising his arms in the air. "Why would I feel that way after years of training to keep an emotionless expression?! Emotions... feh, what a weakness..."
Krillin took this time to be brave, and try to talk some sense into the saiyan. The earth warrior couldn't believe that he had wanted all the blame for this incident. Krillin shook his head; this broken warrior must have had it rough while living with the other saiyans "Goku... Emotions are something that everyone needs! You can't go on with life without one-"
"That's bullshit!" exclaimed Kakarot as his anger began to rise, as his power level too. "Emotions are what get you killed as many of the creatures I had done to in the past! Emotions are for the weak!" The warrior stormed out of the room and into the large complex completely ignoring his friends' pleas to remain in the kitchen.
"Gah..." Gohan ran a hand thru his hair as he leaned on a near by wall. "He's impossible... I don't see how we can get to him now!" A light chuckle from the teen's sensei could be heard.
"I think he needs to be alone... for a while, so he could try and figure out a solution to his own troubles." Gohan nodded as he gave a small smile to the Namek.
"Thanks Piccolo." It was that moment that a whistle could he heard indicating that the water, Ms. Briefs was boiling had warmed just enough. The blonde woman smiled as she pulled out a few china cups and spoons, "Is anyone up for a cup of tea?" she asked in her sweet voice.
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Vegeta almost tore his glove off as he reached his new room. He didn't bother to use the stairs; he just flew up them ignoring the amazed shrieks coming from employees all around about a man knowing how to fly. Yes, this race was completely pathetic.
The prince placed his hand on the scanning pad, and it scanned his hand. The door unlocked greeting the prince in with its monotone voice. He just ignored it for the time being as he almost ripped the door open and from its hinges. And he slammed it, almost breaking the door. He slowly made it over to the living room, and plopped on the lazy boy recliner. He gave a contented sigh; this was truly a luxury. Ever since he noticed Bulma's enthusiasm for building this machine, and making sure he was as comfortable as possible while it was being created slightly confused the saiyan. He and his people, the three others of his race, were looked down upon, but feared among the majority of the warriors. This was why he was completely shocked when Bulma... the blue haired female scientist treated him as an honored guest than a horrible barbarian.
He placed an elbow on the armrest, and rested his chin in his palm. It was a mystery why he had survived this long... but he had an idea that it may have had to do with the fact of becoming the legendary. He smirked at the idea. Frieza, dying at the hands of a lowly saiyan warrior... He would finally be able to avenge his people. All their efforts were for naught; that was why he was excited when he finally found someone who didn't think he was completely crazy when he described the gravity simulator. He now had a chance to finally defeat the tyrant of this evil space army sooner than later...
Vegeta opened one of the pockets from bottom of his armor to pull out a bag of rare jewels and precious metals he had collected over the years. They were most defiantly valuable, and had been wanted all over the galaxy. If he sold a small fragment from one of the metals to one of the merchants in the trading cities, which Frieza ruled over, he could have easily traded for a year supply of food, as well as one of the newer ships for space travel. If that fiend ever found out about Vegeta's 'emergency' money, it would be confiscated and he wouldn't have a plan B for survival... but he would easily trade it all for the gravity simulator.
The prince looked at the stones. Many were of sapphire... ruby, and diamond... but also large chunks of gold and platinum... and a few others of lesser value. They were wanted all over the galaxy, but only the rulers could afford them... A mine of the precious metals and minerals had never been found in the empire that Frieza had created. But it did make some aliens wonder if there was a certain planet, which these could be found abundantly on.
Vegeta placed the stash of gems and metals away as he leaned back into the chair. It was rare for him to relax like this. He had always needed to keep on the look out for anyone who would attempt to kill the prince. It was attempted many times too... but the attackers fate was usually death, by Vegeta's standards. He just couldn't get over the feeling that he was finally safe...
The saiyan gave a small contented smirk as he closed his eyes. He would love to live like this... like the prince he should be... but as soon as the luxury would come... so would pain and disaster follow... A frown graced his features; it was something he didn't like the sound of at all... but it seemed to be a constant cycle... a cycle that he couldn't come out of.
The prince stood up from his seat and stripped his armor, gloves, and boots leaving him in his spandex uniform only. He ignored the fact that the back of his armor was destroyed, and so was his spandex. But the pain from the burn on his back was welcomed. He snarled at the armor. How he hated to wear that uniform; it always seemed to make his joints move in the weirdest ways, causing them to become stiff. Vegeta rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck He needed to do something, more like he needed to train. His lips curled to a smirk. Training always seemed to make his worries go away. But the simulator... it still was being completed. He couldn't help but congratulate himself for saving Bulma's life. With out her, there would be no machine... and his dream of defeating Frieza sooner than later would have gone out the drain.
Vegeta kneeled down to the floor, and began to do one-hand pushups. 'Why did she push that weakling of a man out of the way, and risk herself instead? Doesn't she fear for her life?' Vegeta switched from the one-hand pushups, to two-finger pushups. This gravity didn't seem to affect him as much as his home planet did...
'Does... he mean something to her?' he thought. He growled at the image of the female hugging, which he now called, his worst enemy on this planet. It just made his blood boil to think of Yamcha wrapping his arms around the woman... but he just couldn't understand why...
Since the prince didn't have his scouter on, he didn't notice a ki energy that was approaching his room. He was too caught up in his thoughts. Yet, he was snapped back into reality when a small knock on the door was heard. A small growl was released from his throat as he jumped up from the floor, and slightly stomped over to the entrance of the room.
The price twisted the handle to the room opening the door with a scowl on his face.
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Bulma was angry, and she had a perfectly good reason too! That warrior, who claimed to be a prince almost, KILLED her boyfriend! It wouldn't have been a huge issue though... she could always wish him back with the Dragonballs, right?
She stood on the door outside of the prince's room, and she knocked lightly. She gave a small sigh as she pulled some of her lightly colored hair behind her head. For some strange reason, she was becoming nervous, and very jittery. But why was this happening? The alien prince was just another client who asked her to build an invention... which reminded her, how was she going to get paid? She mentally slapped herself, she shouldn't think of something like that... she was starting to sound like her father. He always tried to get paid before hand even if the machine wasn't started on, and sometimes totally forget about the project ripping off the person. But she had saved his hide many times by creating the majority of the projects.
The door opened, and Vegeta's scowl was present as he 'greeted' her. "What do you want?" he demanded. Bulma noticed some sweat on his brow, and her eyes seemed to travel down for unknown reason... Her eyes widened when she noticed what the prince was wearing. The blue spandex... nothing else... and the thin flexible fabric allowed the well-defined muscles to show thru. Bulma began to feel her cheeks burn.
"I-I had wanted to... to..."
The prince's scowl darkened. "Spit it OUT!"
Bulma winced at his tone. He was obviously angry. "Iwantedtomakesureyouwerealright." Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he walked to the door, and closer to Bulma.
"What?"
Bulma gave a small gulp as a lump began to form. "I... wanted to make sure you were alright... from the blast... I mean..."
Vegeta remained quiet for a moment, remaining completely still till a smirk was placed on his lips. "I didn't know you cared."
The female scientist tilted her mouth to the side, "So I have a bigger heart than you do..." The prince remained silent after that remark. He just seemed to glare at her, which made her become nervous again.
"I-I had also wanted to thank you..." Vegeta was shocked. 'Thank me for what?' he thought. "... Thank you... for saving my life earlier, although that attack was heading towards my boyfriend." Bulma's voice was very quiet, and you could tell that she wasn't use to thanking someone. Usually it was the other way around which caused her to become prideful as this prince. She gave him a small smile.
Vegeta just gave a small nod as he opened his door more as if inviting her into his new room. She did accept and walked in, sure she had been in it about thirty minutes ago... but this was now Vegeta's room, and it seemed as foreign property to her.
Bulma followed the prince to the living room; she sat down on a couch as the prince kneeled back down on the floor to complete his two fingered pushups. "So..." muttered the scientist quietly. "I had also wanted to apologize for... not taking you to the lab in the first place..." She noticed Vegeta glance at her as she reached in her pocket for a capsule. "So... I'm bringing the plans to show you." She pressed the button on the side and set it down on a coffee table beside the sofa. A popping noise came, along with much smoke, and what seemed to appear were the plans to the Gravity Room! Vegeta immediately stopped when he noticed the small object turn into a big one! He jumped up from his placed on the floor and gazed at the blue prints.
Bulma bit her lip as the prince looked onto her drawings. "Most of the calculations on these plans... are from past inventions and-"
"When will they be completed?" asked the prince rudely interrupting. Bulma frowned as she crossed her arms.
"I don't like to be interrupted!" she stated in a sulking manner.
The prince just smirked back at her. "Get use to it."
Bulma glared at him, and stood up. "I don't have to do this you know. I could just easily burn these prints because of your attitude." She began to walk to the door. The prince's smirk widened as he phased out, and back in before Bulma, who was about to exit the door. She gave a small shriek and slightly backed away.
"Vegeta! Let me out!" she demanded glaring at the prince.
"No."
"What. Did. You. Say."
Vegeta's smirk widened, "No." Bulma began to fume. "I will not let you thru until you promise to make this Gravity Simulator, otherwise you could get comfortable because you will be staying here along time..." Bulma then realized that he locked both of them in the room by using the hand scanner. She was stuck.
She glared at the prince, "I need to go, and work on other things! I actually have a JOB to complete."
"And so do I, but I'm patient."
Bulma gave a small growl as she stormed back into the room and back to the blue prints that lay on the table. She plopped onto the sofa and folded her arms once more and crossed her legs.
"Okay then... I'll work on the project..." This caused the prince to nod as he sat on the recliner. "And I had calculated... that this project could take up to..." she counted her fingers, "Three weeks to build... but that would be if some of the calculations were inaccurate." The prince gave a satisfied look as she looked back to the plans. "But I must also state... this may be the most costly project I will be working on..." She gave the prince a lopsided grin. "Knowing that you most likely will be using the balls of energy for training, I will have to purchase more durable minerals to hold the simulator together, which I need to do a bit of research on it a bit..."
The prince eyed the woman strangely. "Elaborate the details."
She pointed to a small box on the side of the side of the plans. "What I had thought of adding to the metal being used for the interior and exterior of the gravity room was something with a hardness of 8-10... Diamonds are a dead given since they are the hardest minerals on this planet. Have you ever heard of them before?" She asked the prince.
"D-Diamonds?" he asked her back. She nodded as she looked to the ring with lay on her finger.
"Yes, they make such nice jewelry," she explained with a small smile. She looked to the prince who sat on the chair with an emotionless expression... almost like always. "If you wouldn't mind me leaving... I need to get back to my lab and complete this research, and start work on this machine..." Vegeta got up from his seat and placed his hand on the scanner. It scanned his palm and opened the door. Bulma gave a small nod with her blue prints in hand and she left the room; Vegeta closed it behind her. As he turned around, he leaned on the door and a small smirk came onto his face.
"It seems that I have discovered the diamond planet..." Maybe he could strike a deal with the humans...
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