Disclaimer: I own DBZ and all of its characters… Then I woke up. :'-(
Author note: I have been in the dumps lately. I had no idea what I wanted to do with this story!! So I read my reviews and other DBZ stories. (P.s. Zicke, You have a real creative mind. HELP!! I loved your story by the way.) Also, "ME" Thanks for your ideas. I have to admit that I do not plan on using Frieza or a saiyan as a bad guy, but have not really considered Planet Vegeta. If anyone else thinks that is a good idea, let me know. I might just use it. By the way if there is anyone out there who looks like Vegeta… I live in South Africa and I am an Afrikaans-white-female-girly with a love for… Agh! Getting of track. It's this boring job of mine!! P.s. I am going to LONDON in January. Yes, it is a big deal. I won't have to work during that time!!
Chapter 4
Bulma could not sleep. Her mind was everywhere. If only she had been working on the telescope! If only she had fixed the cameras! If she had been more worried about her dad and forced him into the house last night this would not have happened. If... There were so many ifs. She was tired of thinking. She had to get some more sleep if she was to figure this out. There she went again. If. Standing up, she headed out her room and to the kitchen. Hot chocolate will help her relax. As she entered, she noticed Vegeta at the fridge. He was in his boxer only. "You mind. You live in a house with other people. We do not want to see you like that, so next time; wear a nightgown." Bulma ventured as she went over to the kettle. Vegeta looked up from the fridge and responded. "Well, if someone was to make dinner tonight I would not have to come down in the middle of the night to find something decent to eat. Are you aware that your mother has not bothered with food?" He asked. Bulma started laughing. "You do realize that my father is in a critical condition upstairs?" She questioned in disbelief. "Yeah, I took him there remember." He shot back. "My mother is worried." Bulma turned to turn off the kettle. "If you like, I could fix you something up. It wouldn't be as good as my mothers but at least it will be better that what you could dish up." She turned to find him staring at her. "uhmm, Vegeta..." Snapping his head Vegeta grunted. "Just make sure you do not burn anything." He turned to leave but Bulma stopped him. "About this morning... Vegeta, did you sense anyone at the lab?" Bulma looked at him hopefully.
Vegeta looked at the woman in her nightgown. She was real tired; he could see that very easily. She was not taking this all to well. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, he pitied her. Yes, he pitied her. She was so vulnerable. She was so strong but had so many weaknesses. He could hurt her so easily and she did not even know it. This whole thing with her dad showed him just how pathetic these humans were. Look at the woman's mother. She completely forgot to make dinner! Signing, he looked Bulma in the eyes. "No. There was no strong ki coming from the lab." He answers. Bulma lowered her head. "Oh. I just thought that seeing as you can sense ki levels you would have been able to tell me when it happened." "Woman! How do you expect me to constantly sense such low ki's?" Bulma looked up confused. "I thought you could sense them naturally." Startled Vegeta thought awhile before answering. "Only strong ones. When a ki is as weak as yours and your pathetic human companions... It becomes harder to sense and you have to concentrate on them. If a strong power if failing it is also easier to find it that when a weak power is fading." He explained. "Oh." She said again. "Thanks anyway." She turned away from him. Vegeta took his time to study her. Her back was slumped and it was quite obvious that she was exhausted. But even in this state, she was beautiful. Her blue hair hung loosely down her back and even with the nightgown, he could easily see her curves. She was great. He wished he could just touch her for a second. He would bet his life and title that her skin would be soft and smooth under his hands. He shook his head to rid him of such thoughts. Kami! He had been thinking about her for to long. "What does it matter in any case when it happened? Is my food done yet?" He complained. "I am working as fast as I can." She answered naturally. "And, yes, it matters to me when it happened. I kind of feel responsible." She answered while turning to face him. "Here, Double cheese and ham sandwiches! And no, there is no way I could have burned them." Bulma felt her spirit lifting. It was a weird effect that Vegeta had on her. Whenever she had a bad day, just having one of these meaningless conversations with him seemed to cheer her up. Something she could never get right with Yamcha. He would take everything she said negatively and not even try to give her some snotty remark. Vegeta kept her 'alive'. He helped her to fight back, even if it was with him and not really the problem she had. It was times like this, that she did not mind having him around. Vegeta eyed the sandwiches skeptical. "Are they supposed to look like something the cat caught up?" Smiling, Bulma started to leave. Vegeta watched her and as she came to the door, he spoke. "You are not responsible… If anything I should be. I did say I would protect you from the androids in exchange to stay here and train. Don't beat yourself up to much."
Shocked at his words, Bulma turned to see if he was just mocking her. She was even more socked when she saw that he was being honest. ""Don't give that look! You still need to upgrade the GR, Woman. If I had notice anything wrong at the lab, then maybe the GR would have been done by now and I would have had a descend workout and better food than this!" He bellowed. Bulma sniggered. She saw the little blush on his face. She turned and said over her shoulder. "If the lawn is mowed by tomorrow night… your GR will be done the day after." She looked at him over her shoulder, and gave him a little smile. "Thanks, by the way. In some way, you are actually good to my spirit. You did protect me, even if it is from my self-pity." Bulma headed up the stairs and to her room. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she was in a dreamless but relaxing sleep.
Vegeta in the meantime could not sleep. The sandwiches had been great, and he was not hungry anymore. He was tired, but he was to bothered by the woman to sleep. 'In some way, you are actually good to my spirit. You did protect me, even if it is from my self-pity' Her words ran in his head. He needed to get away from her. He may be good to her spirit, but she was definitely not good to his. She caused him sleepless nights! He rolled over. How did he not notice anything last night? The way the lab looked… the state the old man was in… Surely, he must have sensed something, but no… He did not… He turned again, looking at the ceiling. Suddenly he saw a mental image of the woman. The way she looked at him when she was crying over her father. 'Would she someday looked that way if something happened to me? If I die at the hands of those androids? Would she someday feel for me as much as… Vegeta growled. He stood up and headed out of the room and stood on the balcony. The light drizzle of rain was falling on him. It seemed to fit his mood. How he wished he could just drop these thoughts. What happened to his determination to be stronger that Kakkarot? What happened to avenging his race? Vegeta then suddenly jumped up and raced at full speed as far as he could go.
Bulma awoke early as a terrible noise drifted in through her open balcony doors. 'Strange, I could have sworn I closed them last night.' Irritated, she stood up to close them, when she saw 5 men at work in the garden. Two was mowing the huge lawn, while the other three gathered up leases or twigs while weeding the garden. Bulma stared at them with huge eyes. "Should you be standing out here without a nightgown? Or does that just count for me?" Bulma turned toward Vegeta. He was sitting smirking on the railing dividing her balcony from his, while leaning against the wall. He wore his traditional black training outfit. "What is all that?" She asked pointing at the men down below. "You wanted the lawn mowed. I had it arranged. They will be cleaning the garden and the pool as well. And in case you want to know, the garbage has been disposed of as well." His smirk became an evil grin as he continued. "Oh, and seeing as I did my end of the bargain and more… the GR will be done by tonight." He stood up from the railing and jumped onto his side of the balcony. "Have a mice day, Woman." Bulma stared at his retreating back. What was it she thought about him again? She will take every nice thought about him back! She will never be nice to him again and Kami help her if she ever made him food again!!
Author note: Well there you have it. Chapter 4 is done! Vegeta seemed a bit weird to me, but I will improve on that. Read and review. You guys have to keep my spirit up. ;o)