If We Ever Get To It
Author's Note: Sorry that it has taken me such a long time to update. The have been some serious issues that have come up within my family that needed to be addressed immediately. Hopefully all has been resolved now and I will be able to update on a regular basis. Once again I am sorry, and thank you to those people who reviewed my story. You don't know how much I appreciate it, and please keep reviewing. Remember to READ and REVIEW!!! Thanx ever so much!
Disclaimer: As of yet I still don't own Dragon Ball Z. Wait a minute...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9..10...nope, still don't own it, damn!
Chapter 2: You Rock My World
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A mighty explosion shook the foundation of Capsule Corp., causing its president and her projects to land face first in a heap on the cold hard floor of the laboratory. "Vegeta!!?? Vegeta what did you do now? Trunks!? Answer me somebody! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Groaning in frustration Bulma threw down her tools and stomped outside. The training ground of the Capsule Corporation was in ruins! Pieces of metal that were once state-of-the-art training robots now littered the ground of the training facility.
"Vegeta!? Trunks!? Vegeta, hello, somebody, anybody; C'mon one of you answer me!?" Where in the hell were they? She had been calling their names for the last ten minutes. Bulma was nearly at the brink of tears. What if they were hurt? Where they were buried under the rubble and scraps of robots? The thoughts kept on coming, they wouldn't stop, and she couldn't stop them. No matter how logical and intelligent Bulma seemed to be in the lab, one may forget that she was also a wife and mother. By this time Bulma was frantically searching for her husband and son. She was looking for anything that would provide her with a clue to their whereabouts, a piece of one of their training clothes, a wrist band perhaps, anything that will provide her with a sign.
It has been nearly twenty minutes since the explosion had occurred, and by now a rather large crowd of the corporation's scientists and other employees have gathered to watch the scene that was being made. No one dared to go forward to assist their distraught president, and even if someone did step forward, would they be of any help?
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs could only look on in horror as they watched the scene unfold before them. It seemed as though no one in the Brief's household remembered that the two missing persons were not of this planet. They were in fact from Planet Vegeta, home of the *Saiyijins*. If Bulma had been thinking she would have remembered that they were practically invincible.
'Where could they be?' Finally Bulma ceased her search and collapses tiredly, her hands are aching, and her mind is going a mile a minute, but she would shed no more tears. They weren't dead, she now knew that much. If they were dead something in the bond that she shared with Vegeta would have let her know. Bulma just sat there on the rubble, but for how long she did not know. Finally she rose and took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then she turned to face her now rather large and whispering audience.
'How long had they been there just watching? Why had no one come forward to help in her desperate search for her seemingly missing husband and son?' "There's nothing to see here, she screamed angrily, go back to work!" When no one moves and all their eyes are still fixated on her she screamed again, much louder than the first time. "I said move it! Go on, get outta here!!!" Noting the anger and pain in her voice the employees scampered off of the training grounds as quickly as they could manage.
"Mom...Dad...you guys can go on and leave too. I'll figure this out." "Honey are you sure you don't want us to"----Bunny Briefs began before Bulma interrupted her. "I'm sure mom, I'll be fine. Promise; cross my heart and hope to die." "We'll alright dear if you say so." Mr. Briefs said, still unsure on whether he should stay or leave. He opted for the second choice. Gently taking hold of his wife's arm he guided her carefully off of the grounds. Bulma quietly watched them as they walked away casting a few backwards glances at her every few minutes.
When she was alone she looked up into the seemingly empty sky and let loose a roar that once again shook the foundation of Capsule Corporation. "Vegeta, she roared, get your saiyijin-ass down here now. When nothing happened she called out again. I mean it this time! Trunks were are you? You had better not be with your father." Bulma continued to rant as she vented her frustration out to no one but empty space. "Vegeta you are most definitely sleeping on the couch tonight! Do you hear me?" Took you long enough figure it out, came a rough and slightly husky voice from behind her. She spun on her heel and came face to face with none other than 'The Almighty Prince Vegeta'. Oh, this prince must have been a god in another life, he would have been right at home with the other famous and mythological gods, or any gods for that matter. His unruly and moderately spiky jet black hair accentuated his coal-black obsidian eyes, eyes that Bulma, if she wasn't careful, would find herself lost in within a matter of seconds. His dark blue spandex training outfit clung to him, showing off his rock hard muscles and chiseled abs. His bronze skin was covered by a light sheen of sweat, which only served to make his delicious body even more tempting to Bulma, and his lips...God his lips, those wonderfully sexy lips were turned upwards into a smug, sexy grin. In simple terms, Prince Vegeta was...gorgeous, but his good looks wouldn't get him out of the dog house this time.
She'd show him a thing or two about manners by the time she was done with, hell, she thought to herself, if I'm lucky, I may even get him to apologize. 'Just where did that man get off with playing such a horrible trick on me?'
"Why you low down, dirty son-of-a-bi---" "Ah Ah Ah, Vegeta interrupted while wagging his finger in front of her face in mock disapproval; you shouldn't use that language whilst you're in the boy's presence". Bulma could feel the almost immediate relief and anger wash over her at once when she noticed the little lavender demi-saiyijin clutching his father's leg. "Inside Trunks!" Bulma all but growled; she could barely manage to keep her anger in check while talking to the little boy in front of her. "But mom..." Trunks began to whine. "Enough boy, do as your mother tells you! Inside now and wash up for dinner!" "Yes sir..."muttered a defeated Trunks.
"You...you asshole! How could you? I thought that you and Trunks...that you had...well you know!" He chuckled lightly in response to her ramblings. Silly onna, you should know by now that such a weak explosion wouldn't---". "Yes I know I know Bulma interrupted coldly, it wouldn't be enough to even make a scratch on a true saiyijin, you have said it many times." Vegeta opened his mouth again to speak, "But that is still no excuse for what you did! I don't care about who or what you are Vegeta but you scared me to DEATH! Can't you understand that?"
Throughout their conversation Bulma had been suppressing a great urge to cry, but try as she might she allowed a single tear to escape and make its way down her soft pale cheek. Vegeta's smirk became a frown as he witnessed her weak display of emotion and grumbled something that sounded along the lines of "Weak and pathetic humans." Bulma, however, heard his comment and immediately ceased her flow of tears.
She couldn't believe it, her, a pathetic human?! "Okay that's it I'm done with this. You know what Vegeta?" "Sorry I've never actually had the pleasure of meeting what before, Vegeta replied all the while his eyes danced with amusement.
"Save the jokes smartass! I'm sick and tired of having to put up with you and your attitude! I think that I, being your wife or mate or whatever deserve a little more respect than what I have been receiving from you lately!" "Woman what are you blabbering about---" "I'm not finished so quit interrupting me!"
"That's another thing, my name is Bulma, I'm sure that you had some sort of education on your planet, didn't they at least teach you manners or how to call someone by their real name? Do I need to spell it out for you; do I need to put a post-it note on my head with the name Bulma written on it? Will you remember it then, huh? I do as much as I can for you Vegeta, Trunks included. I make you dinner every night---a snort could be heard from Vegeta---and it may not be a five-star-gourmet dinner but I do my best! All day long I sit and I work in my lab because I'm either rebuilding or building new robots for you, or I'm trying to construct other various machines to make you stronger! But do you appreciate them? Not from what I see, you think that you can just walk all over me Vegeta but I'll never ever let you do that!"
Vegeta could say nothing and so, by doing so allowed Bulma to continue. "You may not care about me, but I care for you. You say that I'm annoying and that I hold you back, that I'm nothing but a weak human! Well you know what, and I don't care if you have never met him or it or whatever? From know on I'll concentrate on myself and my aspirations. I'll concentrate on raising Trunks the right way and not to be some sort of war-crazed barbarian! Find some other scientist to make you machines, find another woman to make you dinner, or better yet find another mate!"
With that Bulma quickly turned away from Vegeta and stomped back toward the house. As far as Bulma knew, Vegeta was still were she had left him, standing shell shocked in the middle of the grounds. Suddenly Bulma remembered the plans that she had made for tonight and with that thought she turned around quickly to add one last comment.
"Oh yeah by the way your highness, she sneered, about the dinner that you suggested that I not attend. I just wanted to tell you that I will be attending it. I think that it's the least I deserve, so don't wait up for me, but hey you probably wouldn't anyway." Bulma turned around and strode in the direction of the lab entrance, silently fuming.
"Trunks?" She called exasperatedly. Finally a tiny purple head snuck a look into the room. "Yeah mom?" "Trunks, there's some leftover casserole in the fridge, and if you choose to eat it for dinner that's fine with me, and if you don't...well then good luck finding something else that's edible!" Trunks could see that his mother was clearly upset with him and his father, more so with his father, but he still felt that he should take some responsibility for the events that took place today.
"Mom, I know that your upset with me and Dad but---" "I'm not upset with you sweetheart, but as far as the problem with your father goes, I really don't feel like discussing it, okay?" Trunks nodded his head in silent agreement. "Now, Bulma continued, maybe if you ask grandma really nicely she'll make you something to eat since I'm going out! Why don't you go and ask her...hmmmm?" Trunks nodded his head once again and began to make his way out of the room, but not before turning around to make one last statement towards his mother.
"You know what mom?" "What is it now Trunks?" "You really rock my world!" He flashed a boyish smile before disappearing down the hall. Bulma smiled tiredly at her sons compliment before responding to it out loud. "Ha...Vegeta, you rock my world in more ways than one almost everyday, and your rocking is gonna leave a huge hole in Capsule Corp., or at the rate you're going the world!"
~Galaxystar~
Author's Notes: Thank you so much for reading, and hopefully I should have the next chapter up by sometime next week, but only if people want me to continue. So please if you will, look at the bottom left hand corner of this page and select the "Submit Review Button", and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism only please! Thanx!!!
Author's Note: Sorry that it has taken me such a long time to update. The have been some serious issues that have come up within my family that needed to be addressed immediately. Hopefully all has been resolved now and I will be able to update on a regular basis. Once again I am sorry, and thank you to those people who reviewed my story. You don't know how much I appreciate it, and please keep reviewing. Remember to READ and REVIEW!!! Thanx ever so much!
Disclaimer: As of yet I still don't own Dragon Ball Z. Wait a minute...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9..10...nope, still don't own it, damn!
Chapter 2: You Rock My World
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A mighty explosion shook the foundation of Capsule Corp., causing its president and her projects to land face first in a heap on the cold hard floor of the laboratory. "Vegeta!!?? Vegeta what did you do now? Trunks!? Answer me somebody! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Groaning in frustration Bulma threw down her tools and stomped outside. The training ground of the Capsule Corporation was in ruins! Pieces of metal that were once state-of-the-art training robots now littered the ground of the training facility.
"Vegeta!? Trunks!? Vegeta, hello, somebody, anybody; C'mon one of you answer me!?" Where in the hell were they? She had been calling their names for the last ten minutes. Bulma was nearly at the brink of tears. What if they were hurt? Where they were buried under the rubble and scraps of robots? The thoughts kept on coming, they wouldn't stop, and she couldn't stop them. No matter how logical and intelligent Bulma seemed to be in the lab, one may forget that she was also a wife and mother. By this time Bulma was frantically searching for her husband and son. She was looking for anything that would provide her with a clue to their whereabouts, a piece of one of their training clothes, a wrist band perhaps, anything that will provide her with a sign.
It has been nearly twenty minutes since the explosion had occurred, and by now a rather large crowd of the corporation's scientists and other employees have gathered to watch the scene that was being made. No one dared to go forward to assist their distraught president, and even if someone did step forward, would they be of any help?
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs could only look on in horror as they watched the scene unfold before them. It seemed as though no one in the Brief's household remembered that the two missing persons were not of this planet. They were in fact from Planet Vegeta, home of the *Saiyijins*. If Bulma had been thinking she would have remembered that they were practically invincible.
'Where could they be?' Finally Bulma ceased her search and collapses tiredly, her hands are aching, and her mind is going a mile a minute, but she would shed no more tears. They weren't dead, she now knew that much. If they were dead something in the bond that she shared with Vegeta would have let her know. Bulma just sat there on the rubble, but for how long she did not know. Finally she rose and took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and then she turned to face her now rather large and whispering audience.
'How long had they been there just watching? Why had no one come forward to help in her desperate search for her seemingly missing husband and son?' "There's nothing to see here, she screamed angrily, go back to work!" When no one moves and all their eyes are still fixated on her she screamed again, much louder than the first time. "I said move it! Go on, get outta here!!!" Noting the anger and pain in her voice the employees scampered off of the training grounds as quickly as they could manage.
"Mom...Dad...you guys can go on and leave too. I'll figure this out." "Honey are you sure you don't want us to"----Bunny Briefs began before Bulma interrupted her. "I'm sure mom, I'll be fine. Promise; cross my heart and hope to die." "We'll alright dear if you say so." Mr. Briefs said, still unsure on whether he should stay or leave. He opted for the second choice. Gently taking hold of his wife's arm he guided her carefully off of the grounds. Bulma quietly watched them as they walked away casting a few backwards glances at her every few minutes.
When she was alone she looked up into the seemingly empty sky and let loose a roar that once again shook the foundation of Capsule Corporation. "Vegeta, she roared, get your saiyijin-ass down here now. When nothing happened she called out again. I mean it this time! Trunks were are you? You had better not be with your father." Bulma continued to rant as she vented her frustration out to no one but empty space. "Vegeta you are most definitely sleeping on the couch tonight! Do you hear me?" Took you long enough figure it out, came a rough and slightly husky voice from behind her. She spun on her heel and came face to face with none other than 'The Almighty Prince Vegeta'. Oh, this prince must have been a god in another life, he would have been right at home with the other famous and mythological gods, or any gods for that matter. His unruly and moderately spiky jet black hair accentuated his coal-black obsidian eyes, eyes that Bulma, if she wasn't careful, would find herself lost in within a matter of seconds. His dark blue spandex training outfit clung to him, showing off his rock hard muscles and chiseled abs. His bronze skin was covered by a light sheen of sweat, which only served to make his delicious body even more tempting to Bulma, and his lips...God his lips, those wonderfully sexy lips were turned upwards into a smug, sexy grin. In simple terms, Prince Vegeta was...gorgeous, but his good looks wouldn't get him out of the dog house this time.
She'd show him a thing or two about manners by the time she was done with, hell, she thought to herself, if I'm lucky, I may even get him to apologize. 'Just where did that man get off with playing such a horrible trick on me?'
"Why you low down, dirty son-of-a-bi---" "Ah Ah Ah, Vegeta interrupted while wagging his finger in front of her face in mock disapproval; you shouldn't use that language whilst you're in the boy's presence". Bulma could feel the almost immediate relief and anger wash over her at once when she noticed the little lavender demi-saiyijin clutching his father's leg. "Inside Trunks!" Bulma all but growled; she could barely manage to keep her anger in check while talking to the little boy in front of her. "But mom..." Trunks began to whine. "Enough boy, do as your mother tells you! Inside now and wash up for dinner!" "Yes sir..."muttered a defeated Trunks.
"You...you asshole! How could you? I thought that you and Trunks...that you had...well you know!" He chuckled lightly in response to her ramblings. Silly onna, you should know by now that such a weak explosion wouldn't---". "Yes I know I know Bulma interrupted coldly, it wouldn't be enough to even make a scratch on a true saiyijin, you have said it many times." Vegeta opened his mouth again to speak, "But that is still no excuse for what you did! I don't care about who or what you are Vegeta but you scared me to DEATH! Can't you understand that?"
Throughout their conversation Bulma had been suppressing a great urge to cry, but try as she might she allowed a single tear to escape and make its way down her soft pale cheek. Vegeta's smirk became a frown as he witnessed her weak display of emotion and grumbled something that sounded along the lines of "Weak and pathetic humans." Bulma, however, heard his comment and immediately ceased her flow of tears.
She couldn't believe it, her, a pathetic human?! "Okay that's it I'm done with this. You know what Vegeta?" "Sorry I've never actually had the pleasure of meeting what before, Vegeta replied all the while his eyes danced with amusement.
"Save the jokes smartass! I'm sick and tired of having to put up with you and your attitude! I think that I, being your wife or mate or whatever deserve a little more respect than what I have been receiving from you lately!" "Woman what are you blabbering about---" "I'm not finished so quit interrupting me!"
"That's another thing, my name is Bulma, I'm sure that you had some sort of education on your planet, didn't they at least teach you manners or how to call someone by their real name? Do I need to spell it out for you; do I need to put a post-it note on my head with the name Bulma written on it? Will you remember it then, huh? I do as much as I can for you Vegeta, Trunks included. I make you dinner every night---a snort could be heard from Vegeta---and it may not be a five-star-gourmet dinner but I do my best! All day long I sit and I work in my lab because I'm either rebuilding or building new robots for you, or I'm trying to construct other various machines to make you stronger! But do you appreciate them? Not from what I see, you think that you can just walk all over me Vegeta but I'll never ever let you do that!"
Vegeta could say nothing and so, by doing so allowed Bulma to continue. "You may not care about me, but I care for you. You say that I'm annoying and that I hold you back, that I'm nothing but a weak human! Well you know what, and I don't care if you have never met him or it or whatever? From know on I'll concentrate on myself and my aspirations. I'll concentrate on raising Trunks the right way and not to be some sort of war-crazed barbarian! Find some other scientist to make you machines, find another woman to make you dinner, or better yet find another mate!"
With that Bulma quickly turned away from Vegeta and stomped back toward the house. As far as Bulma knew, Vegeta was still were she had left him, standing shell shocked in the middle of the grounds. Suddenly Bulma remembered the plans that she had made for tonight and with that thought she turned around quickly to add one last comment.
"Oh yeah by the way your highness, she sneered, about the dinner that you suggested that I not attend. I just wanted to tell you that I will be attending it. I think that it's the least I deserve, so don't wait up for me, but hey you probably wouldn't anyway." Bulma turned around and strode in the direction of the lab entrance, silently fuming.
"Trunks?" She called exasperatedly. Finally a tiny purple head snuck a look into the room. "Yeah mom?" "Trunks, there's some leftover casserole in the fridge, and if you choose to eat it for dinner that's fine with me, and if you don't...well then good luck finding something else that's edible!" Trunks could see that his mother was clearly upset with him and his father, more so with his father, but he still felt that he should take some responsibility for the events that took place today.
"Mom, I know that your upset with me and Dad but---" "I'm not upset with you sweetheart, but as far as the problem with your father goes, I really don't feel like discussing it, okay?" Trunks nodded his head in silent agreement. "Now, Bulma continued, maybe if you ask grandma really nicely she'll make you something to eat since I'm going out! Why don't you go and ask her...hmmmm?" Trunks nodded his head once again and began to make his way out of the room, but not before turning around to make one last statement towards his mother.
"You know what mom?" "What is it now Trunks?" "You really rock my world!" He flashed a boyish smile before disappearing down the hall. Bulma smiled tiredly at her sons compliment before responding to it out loud. "Ha...Vegeta, you rock my world in more ways than one almost everyday, and your rocking is gonna leave a huge hole in Capsule Corp., or at the rate you're going the world!"
~Galaxystar~
Author's Notes: Thank you so much for reading, and hopefully I should have the next chapter up by sometime next week, but only if people want me to continue. So please if you will, look at the bottom left hand corner of this page and select the "Submit Review Button", and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism only please! Thanx!!!