Vegeta sat at the main controls typing in a blur of commands to make the machine's backup generator start. None of them worked. The Prince was seething with anger, 'How is it that she does this so easily, when I can't even get the damn thing to start?!' Vegeta continued pounding away at the keys, completely forgetting about the girl standing behind him. Katsumi sighed heavily as she watched the handsome young Prince working fruitlessly on a machine that he obviously had little experience with.
"Vegeta, are you almost finished yet?", she whined. Her response was another primitive grunt and nothing more. She shook her head, if he kept that up, she'd be fluent in grunt. Katsumi stood up from the chair she was seated in and wandered around the colorless room, taking in the metallic pieces of equipment. In a modern sort of way, the room held it's own form of futuristic beauty that she began to admire more and more each passing moment. The blue haired woman had gotten so entranced by the new sights, that without warning, she walked headfirst into a closed white door.
"Dammit!", she screamed at the offending door.
"Well watch where you're going and maybe you won't walk into things you klutz."
Katsumi let out an indignant huff as she gathered herself from the floor, dusting off her skirt in the process.
"Where does this door lead to?", she asked changing the subject and trying to ignore her previous embarrassment.
Vegeta cast a glance over his shoulder and frowned as he noticed the door for the first time. In the past there hadn't been much need to come farther than the front sector of her lab, so naturally, he had no idea about anything more than the main computer, various tabletops splashed with blueprints, and whatever experiments she had laying around. Allowing curiosity to overcome him, he stood up and joined the girl, in front of the new room. Katsumi reached out to try the door, but like the one at the entrance, it too was locked. Frowning slightly she turned to walk away, but suddenly, Vegeta reached out to grab her arm, causing her to instinctively shrink back. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and for a split second, she could have swore to see a glimmer of pain in the man's expressionless eyes.
"Vegeta I...", she began, but with a quick hand gesture he silenced the string of stammering ensured to follow.
"Look, that's a pupil scanner. Just look at that red light, and it will scan your eyes to identify you."
Wordlessly the girl nodded and crouched slightly, making herself eyelevel with the red light. She stared straight ahead, but surprisingly she felt no discomfort as the bright light swept over her irises. After a conformation beep, the door slid open allowing the pair to take in this new domain. They were both shocked speechless at the sight that laid before them. It was Bulma's room, and it looked as if it were fit for royalty. There was an enormous canopy bed with transparent pieces of blue cloth draping lazily across the four erect poles. Her bed itself was queen sized with a heavy, dark blue comforter made of silk laying neatly across it's length. Large feathery soft pillows cluttered her bed in a neat, yet careless method. As if the bed weren't enough, to the far right, against the wall was a softly lit vanity filled with expensive perfumes, make up, and hair accessories. It too was the same dark royal blue color as the bed. Katsumi glided over in a wordless manner to another door, and pulled it back revealing the largest walk-in closet she'd ever seen. It was as long as a hallway and it was filled with the most beautiful clothes she'd ever seen. One section was designated to gowns, another to silken nightwear, one for casual dress, and any other types of clothing she could think of, there were even drawers built into the walls hiding away elegant pieces of lingerie. Shoes were plentiful as they cascaded across built in shelves, jutting from the walls. She was in paradise.
Vegeta too busied himself with exploring the inner workings of Bulma's domain. After watching the curious little minx disappear into a closet, he decided to take another door which lead to a very spacious bathroom. The sink, tub, faucets, and even toilet were a blinding sterling silver, creating a beautiful contrast against the blue walls and rugs. Leaving the domain completely untouched, he returned to the bedroom, never once losing the initial shock upon entering the royal quarters. He plopped down onto the feathery soft bed and lost himself with staring at the ceiling, finding himself lost in the painting of night, intricately created on the wall. The Prince would have stayed in that trance forever had not a beaming little Katsumi remerged with a handful of soaps, bath beads, a pure white robe, and a fluffy bath towel. Vegeta glared at the girl, but the bubbly smile never once left her face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing with all of that?", he asked breaking the heavy silence.
Katsumi set her face into a determined expression and balled her tiny fists for emphasis, "Vegeta, it is my sole purpose in life to try on those clothes and feel like a royal for once in my life. This may be my last chance to be elegant, and I'm gonna take it! I have to do this for the sake of my destiny!", she finished her 'passionate' speech by pumping a fist into the air and grinning like an idiot.
Vegeta sweat dropped anime style as he stared crazily at the Goku clone. He shook his head to clear the crazy thought, "We're not here to play dress up! We have to find some kind of clues to get you back home, and out of my hair!"
"But, this is my destiny! And besides, shouldn't you be checking out that computer over there for clues or something?", she asked, pointing to a silver computer, that sat alone on a dark blue desk over in a corner of the room.
Vegeta frowned, how was it that the machine managed to go unnoticed by him? Maybe he was so transfixed by the room, that he didn't notice. The Prince shook it off, and turned back to Katsumi only to find that she had already disappeared into the bathroom and had turned on the water, preparing for a rich, luxurious bubble bath. He shook his dark head and plopped down at the computer's lush velvety chair and began to work.
It was simple to turn on the small computer, and he found himself especially grateful that it wasn't password protected. Within seconds the small screen had loaded and transferred to the main menu. Vegeta's breath caught slightly as he saw her desktop image, a picture that she had her mother take of the two of them in which Bulma had snuck behind him and pulled his cheeks apart in a mock smile. The Prince smirked slightly as he remembered her punishment for the childish action, 'I almost forgot what happens when you mix blue hair and pink dye.' He chuckled then shook off the brief recollection and started to search through the girl's files. There were so many, but none of them had to do anything with her new experiment; the bulk of them were simply notes from business meetings, and other useless information. The Prince sighed in frustration, and prepared to leave, until a particular file caught his eye. It's title: My Diary.
Yay and there's chapter 3 for you! Woo, I'm tired now, and I still have stupid Chemistry homework :( But that won't stop me, cause I'm working on the next chapter already! Hee-hee, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review ok?