Finale, Part 1
She dashed through the house, searching in vain for her volatile housemate, "Vegeta? Vegeta? Damn it, where is he?" She skidded to a halt as understanding hit her, "Oh shit, he wouldn't!" Spinning on her heel, she raced out of the house to the Gravity Room which was whirring to life and vibrating dangerously. Pouncing on the exterior control panel, her eyes widened with shock and panic as she read the four digits glowing red. The mechanised computer voice could be heard thinly through the reinforced steel wall,
Danger, gravity exceeds human biological tolerances, shutdown in ten seconds.
Vegeta's voice also filtered through the wall as he grunted his command, "Shutdown sequence override, voiceprint code: Vegeta, alpha, alpha, two."
Confirmed. Shutdown cancelled.
"Shit." Bulma frantically typed, but her keyboard had been locked out. Sweat broke out all over her forehead as the computer spoke again,
Warning, generator overload.
Red warning lights started blinking on the useless control board. Bulma ran to the door, hefted herself up to the window and screamed through the plexiglass for Vegeta to shut it down. The Prince looked up at her from his cross-legged position on the floor, the simple movement of his head made a thousand times more difficult under the insane amount of pressure in the room.
His eyes met hers, tears streaming unchecked down his cheeks as his body toppled slowly, irresistibly backwards, unable to withstand the immense gravity any longer. He saw her face contort with terror, silently screaming his name as the wall panels started to peel away and ceiling sections crashed down around him.
Bulma jumped down and scrambled away from the G.R. unit as the shaking reached a new level of intensity. Warning klaxons sounded and as she dived behind a rock, a male scream rang out and the pod exploded in a blinding flash of light and a deafening screech of metal being blown apart.
When it had stopped raining debris and the ringing in her ears had subsided a little, Bulma started to hyperventilate, "Oh Gods,Vegeta…" She managed between frantic gasps for air, "Vegeta!" She struggled to her feet and staggered around the rock, praying against the odds that he was alive.
Coming around to face the charred spot where the G.R. had once stood, her mouth made a large 'O' shape, "Vegeta…I…oh…my…shit." And fainted.