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Love and Hate
Chapter 2
The long oak table shook violently as the large man slammed his fist down with a force powerful enough to split the expensive piece of furniture in half.
"We must stop this rebellion now!"
There were murmurs of agreement from the other men gathered around the table.
King Vegeta sighed, "Yes, we know that, Miraubi, but the problem is how?"
Miraubi was the king of the planet Emau-Omega, one of the three largest and most powerful planets in the universe. He was a large creature, with rough, grayish colored skin and pale eyes. His grandfather, Miroahed, had actually created the King's Council, and the Royal Empire, and he made sure to remind the others of this often. He was often haughty and had more brawn than brains, but his army was needed, so his behavior was put up with.
"We need to find them before we can do anything." All eyes turned to the far corner of the room where a very relaxed-looking Radditz was reclining in the comfortable chair. Radditz was, and had been, Prince Vegeta's advisor and best friend since childhood, thus granting him special privileges, such as being in attendance at the King's Council meetings.
Miraubi nodded, "Yes! That's exactly what we need to do! I say we find the little bastards and blow their heads off!"
His son, Jamori, placed a hand on his father's shoulder, trying to calm him. Jamori was quiet and cunning, though he had always envied Prince Vegeta's masculine aura and constant female companionship. The two had somehow formulated a sort of dislike for each other.
"Alright, Miraubi, that's quite enough," King Vegeta gave Miraubi a stern look before addressing the other 16 members of the council. "The question at hand is how to find the Myrilii-jins."
"Well…they have to be somewhere near the outer rim, so if we had some sort of exploring probe, we could find them in a matter of days." This time it was Laodoi, advisor to Tofndu, the king of Jameg 7.
"Excellent! Now…where can we get this probe?" Miraubi questioned.
"Have the woman build it." It was the first time Prince Vegeta had spoken, and his deep, commanding voice startled a few of the council members.
"The woman?" Jamori questioned with a glint of scorn in his eye.
"The head of our Science and Technology Department." King Vegeta spoke quickly. "I'm sure she will be fully capable of constructing your probe in a matter of weeks."
"She?" Laodoi questioned, glancing at the scowling Prince Vegeta.
"Yes, she is quite skilled," King Vegeta replied.
"Well, have this woman make our probes and report back to the council," Miraubi commanded.
"I will make sure my son does that. Thank you gentlemen, you are dismissed for the present," King Vegeta stated before rising and exiting the room out a side door. Everyone else rose and left through another door.
Jamori stomped over to Prince Vegeta and crossed his arms, trying to mimic the older man's stance. Vegeta was considerably taller, and more muscular than Jamori, which only served to embarrass and enrage the youth all the more.
"So, Vegeta…you know this science woman?" he questioned.
"I suppose you could say that," Vegeta smirked.
Jamori studied his face a moment, "Is that so? Because I would like to meet her, maybe to discuss with her some ideas about this probe."
Vegeta shrugged, "Whatever." He then turned on his heel and marched down the hallway with the young man in tow.
"Hey B! I can't get these transfusers to work!"
Bulma glared at the intercom and pulled off her goggles with a sigh. "Leena, I told you, you can't hold them, you have to set them on the desk before you hook them up."
There was a slight pause before Leena's voice came back, "Ooooohhh! Okay. Thanks B!"
Leena was really a bright girl, but she'd spent most of her common sense at the candy store. It confused Bulma to no end how dumb a smart person could be.
After a few minutes the intercom beeped once more. Leena again. "B, there's two gentleman here to see you."
"I wonder who that could be…" she mumbled to herself. "Ok, give me a minute then send them in, Leena."
She placed a few things inside a drawer under the large desk and quickly cleaned off the counter, throwing her tools and goggles into another drawer. She had time to pull the hair tie out of her hair, run her fingers through her long hair a few times, and glance in the mirror before the large mechanical door slid open with a hiss.
She whirled around and a smile appeared on her face as she leaned back against the counter. "Couldn't wait to see me, huh?"
He smirked and walked up to her, grabbing her by the waist as he looked her over and kissed her softly on the lips. "You need to cover your ass, woman," he whispered to her.
She laughed, glancing down at the short skirt and small top. "Hey, can I help it that I like to be comfortable when I work? Besides, why would you care what I wear…unless--"
He snorted, "--Don't even finish that sentence."
Jamori glanced around the large white room, trying to occupy himself whilst the couple did…whatever it was they were doing. The room reminded him of a hospital room. Everything in it was white. There was a long counter along one wall, and countless drawers and cabinets. There were two chairs by the counter and a computer at the other end.
Finally, he could take it no longer. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Ahem."
They both looked up, noticing, for the first time, that Jamori was still in the room. Bulma pushed Vegeta away softly and reached out to shake Jamori's hand. "Hi, I'm Bulma."
She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Her soft azure hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her piercing sapphire eyes complimented her pale skin.
Jamori reached out to shake her hand, then, realizing Vegeta was watching him like a hawk, eyed him for a moment before reaching for her hand. "I'm Jamori, son of King Miraubi IV, sworn Prince of Emau-Omega." He said haughtily, kissing the back of her hand.
"Nice to meet you," she said politely, trying not to stare at his pale skin and eyes.
Jamori quickly released her and stepped away, feeling Vegeta's gaze piercing into his skin.
"Well…you're probably wondering why I'm here."
Bulma shrugged, "A bit curious, I must admit…"
Jamori smiled, "Of course. Well, the King's Council has a bit of a project for you."
Her eyebrows rose slightly. "Really?"
"Indeed," Jamori continued, "they wish to make some sort of…probe…that can be used to find a group of life forms on the planets in the outer rim—"
Immediately, the door slid open once more and no one but King Vegeta himself entered the room, followed by a whole host of advisors and other, unimportant people.
"Jamori!" His voice seemed to echo for eternity in the small room. "Your father has sent for you. He wishes for you to make your leave."
Jamori nodded and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Bulma. I hope I will have the pleasure again soon."
She nodded and he left the room. King Vegeta eyed the two then humphed and exited in a whirl after remarking, "I never did like that boy or his father."
A dark figure in a long, black cloak darted through the narrow streets of the town, passing like a shadow up and down the darkened streets. It moved swiftly so that it was hardly noticed by the few people still around. It stopped in front of a large building, glanced around, and shot inside.
Once inside, it proceeded down a hidden staircase under a trap door in the floor. It descended lower and lower until it reached a dirt floor. It then maneuvered its way through a maze of tunnels that led to different places all over the city. Finally reaching its destination, it entered a large stone room with a single throne in the middle, lit only by a few scattered candles.
The figure bowed low, then rose, throwing the hood back.
Another large figure sitting on the throne beckoned it forward. The first figure approached, producing a small canvas bag from the folds of its cloak.
The second figure smiled and took the bag, peering inside before placing it securely in its own cloak.
"You have done well."
"I hope you are pleased, master."
"Indeed."
Bulma stretched her arms and yawned as she sat up in the gigantic canopy bed. She glanced around. The room was empty, but that was no surprise. Vegeta was almost always gone when she awoke.
He had been upset with her when she had returned to his room at a fairly late hour. He had asked her where she was and she told him it was none of his business which resulted in a fiery argument. They had fought for about half an hour before he finally just told her to shut up and took her.
She rubbed her eyes and climbed out of bed and put on a robe. She was startled by someone knocking—well…more like pounding on the door. She hurried to open it. It was Vegeta; bruised, bleeding, and struggling to stand.
She gasped. "Vegeta, what happened?" she demanded, helping him onto the bed.
"Kakkarot…"
That was all that needed to be said. Kakkarot had been Vegeta's rival and sparring partner since childhood. He was an elite soldier in the Army of the Republic, but had been assigned to the palace for the present. His mate, Chichi and Bulma were very good friends.
She rolled her eyes and retrieved a wet cloth from the bathroom, dabbing at his cuts.
"You need to stop this, Vegeta," she scolded.
"Well, when you present a better way to train, we'll stop." He replied. "Why don't you invent something since you're so smart."
She slapped him lightly, "I never said—"
"Whatever, woman." He sat up and climbed off the bed, bruised, bleeding, and struggling to stand.
"And where do you think you're going?"
He smirked over his shoulder, "Wherever I feel like going…mother."
"I am not your mother."
"Sure you're not."
"You really should stop by the Med Bay…"
He smirked over his shoulder at her, "I don't needa med bay, woman. You forget, I'm a Saiya-jin."
"Oh I could never forget…you remind me far too often." She replied. And he was gone. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Lord knows what that man's going to do to himself."
Then she caught herself. Did she actually care for him? No, of course not. She was under strict orders not to get emotionally involved.
"And I'm not," she reassured herself as she made her way to the shower. "I'm not emotionally involved. It's just business as usual. Can I help that I'm so convincing?"
She shook the feeling off, she was just being ridiculous. It was just a physical thing…a sexual thing.
Leena jumped on Bulma as soon as she saw her.
"B, I just had the greatest idea about—"
Bulma put her hand up to stop her. "Actually, Leena, I have a job for you." Leena looked quizzical. "I need you to make a probe that we can use to scan a certain area for life forms. Can you do that?"
Leena nodded. "Sure. But...I thought they wanted you to do it."
"I have another project that I need to work on."
Leena shrugged, "Okay."
Bulma watched her disappear, then proceeded to her office as an idea gnawed at her brain. She put in the code to lock the door and hummed a soft tune as she began to sketch a blueprint.
Leena yawned and flicked out the light in her office. "It's way past my bedtime," she mumbled to herself as she punched in the code and watched the door slide shut.
She was just about to leave when she realized the light was still on in Bulma's office. She tried to open it, but it was locked.
"B?" She called as she tapped lightly on its hard surface.
"Yeah?"
"Uhh, B…everybody else has left…are you okay?"
The door opened and Bulma's head appeared. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just working on a project."
Leena didn't look very convinced. "Right…Is there someone in there?"
"NO! Leena…go home."
"Fine, but you'd better not be in there getting' freaky or anything…"
"I'm just working!"
"There better not be any babies when I come in tomorrow."
"Goodbye!" Bulma smiled and the door slid shut once more. She sighed and looked at the small dome shaped model on her desk. Yes, it would do perfectly.
She flicked off the light and opened the door and was startled to see Vegeta standing there.
Her hand flew to her breast, "Oh my Kami, Vegeta, you scared me to death!"
"You seem in good health to me."
She rolled her eyes, "Right…"
He folded his arms and leaned against the door, "The harpy sent me," he said darkly.
"Chichi?"
"No, the other one."
"Leena?"
He nodded. "She said you had company…" He glanced around the room quickly."
Bulma giggled, "Well she was wrong…I didn't have any company."
He didn't seem to hear her. He stood up straight and began to examine the room, sniffing the air for any foreign scent, but found nothing. He glanced at the model on the desk and looked at Bulma with a questioning expression.
"It's a miniature model of an anti gravitational training room I'm planning on building."
He studied it as he motioned for her to continue.
She sighed, "Well…here's the basics; this room can increase the gravitational pull on any object inside it, so, set at the right coordinates, standing in the gravity room would feel like standing on a planet that has…say…1,000 times the gravity of Vegeta-sei."
"Excellent."
She shrugged, "Well…I haven't even started building it yet…"
Vegeta picked up the model and teleported from the room. Bulma frowned, "I hate it when he does that…"
King Vegeta sat on his overly large throne looking bored as he played chess with his wife, Reona. She was winning, of course, but that didn't matter .
Suddenly, Vegeta was beside him, holding something in his hand.
"Vegeta, how many times have I told you to come through the door!" His father boomed.
Vegeta wasn't fazed in the least. "Save your criticism for someone who gives a fuck, father. I have something to show you."
King Vegeta stood up, scattering the chess pieces to the floor. "How dare you speak to me like that!"
Reona stood, placing a hand on both of their arms, looking at each of them with her dark eyes. "Now now, let's not loose our heads. Why don't we all have a seat an discuss this in a civilized manner?"
Both men agreed with much grumbling.
"Proceed, Vegeta," Reona said quietly as he produced the small model.
"What is that?" His father asked in disgust.
A triumphant smirk spread across Vegeta's face. "This is what is going to make your army the strongest in the universe." King Vegeta's face lit up immediately and he almost smiled.
"Do tell."
Bulma was already very comfortable in Vegeta's bed when she heard him throw the door open.
"Woman, what are you doing? You have work to do."
She sat up and squinted at him through tired eyes. "What are you talking about?" she questioned.
"The Gravity Room."
She flopped back down onto the pillow. "I'm not working on it any more tonight," she groaned, already half asleep. "I'll start on it in the morning."
He stalked over to the bed and grasped her arm, jerking her out of the bed. He looked her straight in the eye. "No, you will do it now," he growled.
She was wide-awake, now. She jerked her arm away and spat back, "No I won't."
"Don't argue with me, woman."
"I won't do it. And don't call me woman!"
"I will call you whatever the hell I want!"
She rolled her eyes, "Stop being so childish, Vegeta," she snapped before climbing back into the bed. "I'm not moving from this spot until the morning."
Vegeta growled and mumbled something about 'stubborn women being a pain in the ass' and disappeared into the bathroom.
Bulma smiled, realizing, for once, she'd actually won…for the moment. When he came out of the bathroom he would probably 'punish' her for not respecting him.
"Feh. To hell with him," she snorted, and snuggled down further under the blanket.
End of chapter 2. So what did you guys think? Yes? No? Maybe so? Hell no? Review! Let me know what you thought.
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So…what's going to happen in the next chapter? Let's see…I'm sensing…a party or get together of some kind…a visit to a friend…and a growing population of suitors after Bulma. But you'll have to stay tuned for the next chapter! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Blurp.