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Chapter 2
Now she really needed coffee! Bulma headed back down to the kitchen after she changed into more comfortable and dryer close. The dragonballs are still here and she had always prided herself on her thoroughness. How did she slip up so bad? Leaning her head against the wall the sighed. "Man, do I need to sleep! 4 new planets bother me, when our planet will be in ruins in 2 years time! I hope that boy made a mistake or at least that it was just a prank. A stupid one but at least we will still be all alive!" "Do you always talk to yourself?" Jumping, Bulma bumped her leg against the kitchen table. Swearing, she turned on Vegeta. "Kami! Do you have to make a nuisance of yourself? Why can't you respect my privacy and just go to wherever you were headed and leave me be with my thoughts." Bulma mumbled. She wasn't really mad about him being there, but that she will now have a bruise on her leg. 'I am very tired and do not have the strength to handle Vegeta right now, so I'll just nod and smile and go to bed.' She mentally readied herself for his remark. "You are crazy. When people talk out loud they talk to someone. You actually speak to yourself?" He asked her bemused. "That is the only intelligent conversation I will have in this kitchen concerning who is in it." She hit back. 'Okay, he is going to fume. He may even blow me up! But that is not so bad since then at least I will get some rest.' She started to rub her thigh where she can already picture the big blue bruise she will see in the morning, no, when it lights up, seeing as it is already 2 in the morning. "What did you say? I will let you know, woman, that I am the prince of the saiyans and will not be submitted to such insults!" He yelled while balling his hands into fist at his side. 'Did I really think this little sprite with her haunting eyes and full lips to so desirable? She drives me insane!' "Sorry you took it offensively, your highness." She emphases the nickname and decided against the coffee. She should really just go to bed. Heading for the door, Vegeta suddenly grabbed her hand. "You will apologize for your comment!" He sneered at her. Bulma turned her head towards him. "No! What have you done to deserve it? I have built you a GR! I have upgraded the gravity enhancers! I nursed you back to health. I have made enhanced armor, training bods and simulators of other worlds and weathers. I have programmed that craft with the most advance technology and what do I get in return? Nothing, but broken droids, sneers and half my house destroyed when you though it so smart to blow up my GR! Start pulling your weight, Vegeta and not your title! It means nothing here. You don't deserve anything I have done. Let me go, I need to sleep!" She pulled her hand free and walked away surprised he let her go without a word.
'Baka woman! Who does she think she is? Just because she is beautiful and smart did not give her the right to talk to me like that! Why doesn't this family fear me? How could many planets cower in my presence and emptied their homes as I head in their direction but these earthlings stand up to me as if I am nothing. I could easily dispose of them, but I need the woman to fix the GR. She would make all those awful noise in her room if I killed her parents like when she broke up with that weakling. No, I will not cause her pain. I would not get enough rest if I did.' Vegeta tried to tell himself. He headed up the stairs to his own room. He might be all train and no sleep in front of Kakkarot, but in reality he believes in pushing to the limit and just beyond before retiring to regain the much needed rest in order to let the saiyan power of becoming stronger after a battle settle in and progress his strength. He had it all figured out. The only thing he needed was something to puss him to his limits sooner than that heap of metal can. Bulma did do a great job at it. Making is simulate different planets, atmospheres, weather and of course gravity. She was smart. He can only benefit from having her around. Maybe he should press her for better equipment. Vegeta became excited at the prospect of a new challenge. And if she refused, he could always go check out the new planets she been talking to herself about.
The next morning it still rained and it was quite chilly. Bulma stood wondering what to wear in front of her open closet. It was chilly in the big house. Cold and wet outside. Warm and stuffy in the lab. She will be jumping between the house and the lab a lot today. She settled of a pair of tight long jeans with a short-sleeved shirt. She also picked the colors in such a way that the rain would not cause her to be self-conscious. Black for the pants and a dark blue for the top. She also decided to grab her black raincoat. Keeping her hair in a pony so it will not come in her way she headed out. She felt great that morning. She slept, had a long bath and was now ready to face the world. But the person she met in the kitchen toke all her strength in one look. 'Great! My day just went from excellent to hell in one second. Man, I hope he is not pissed about our last conversation.' She walks over to the counter to get some blueberry muffins her mother made that morning trying hard not to look at Vegeta.
"You look quite dreadful this morning." He said naturally as if that was how they started every day. She could feel Vegeta's onyx eyes on her. "Maybe it's because you are eager to upgrade the GR in exchange for me not killing you last night. You really are smart!" He grinned, stood up and walked out into the rain in order to cut off any of her remarks. Bulma swallowed hard. 'Great! Like I don't have enough to do already.' She grabbed a few muffins and headed out as well. Looking at the GR, she could help but seeing him in her mental eye. 'He is really well built, with a muscular chest and strong arms. The training clothes really shows that off. Nobody would look so good in them as he. Not even Yamcha. Especially not Yamcha!' She fumed as she thought of her ex-cheating-low-class-idiot-not-to-mention-ASSHOLE-boyfriend. Kami, why on earth did she stay with him so long? She entered the lab only to find it in ruins.
Author Note: Well chapter 2 is done! I am now going to start writing longer chapters, so I will update about once a week from now on! Thanks for reading. Please review, so I can know where to improve and what you like! ;o)