To Dream of You
Chapter Two: Difficult Houseguest
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Living with Vegeta was just plain difficult. They fought a minimum of four times a day, six on weekends for some odd reason, and yet they still tolerated each other's presence. As they fought more and more, he began to threaten her and everyone else less and less… And everyone knows how that goes.
Ignorant of the eerie attraction towards each other, every day they practically followed each other around, screaming their heads off and sending crude insults flying. They couldn't get enough of each other, but yet they couldn't stand one another. Bulma's mother was considering writing a book on how to handle different types of houseguests (or, a book on blossoming romance between two rivals), and her father was trying to keep a record of all the insults they'd fired.
"We can get rich all over again!" he declared to his wife, counting at least 5 more insults in his record than the 'sailors' thought were possible. Then, once they started reusing words, he starting recording their combinations, such as "stupid idiot" and "bitchy-ass hoe" and so on and so forth. He was becoming quite educated in his study and was beginning to know more about the youth of the day.
In the end, though, he decided the information was much too valuable for the public's eye and kept the records for only his and his wife's private use. Of course, the authors were welcomed to read their work, but preferred not to as it reminded them of one another.
"Dad, I really don't want to see that book. If that arrogant son of a bitch has anything to do with it, I really don't want to have it in the same room with me. For all I care that damned thing can burn in hell."
"Wait, hold on sweetie," he said quickly, opening it to the fourth to last page. "Arrogant son of a bitch...Damned thing… burn in hell…" he mimicked, writing down his daughter's phrase. "Wait, maybe that's in there already…" he murmured, flipping through the book. "I've got it! I'm going to go and put this in a computer, honey, and then whenever I'm not sure I can just search for it!" He scurried off, but continued to search through his book. Never hurt to keep a hard copy.
"Fine. Whatever!" she groaned.
"Is that your favorite word?" she heard someone behind her say snidely. "Whatever?"
"What's it to you?" she asked, turning to face Vegeta.
"I'm just trying to figure out what you'll say before I blast you. And you have confirmed that it will be 'whatever'."
"Don't threaten me."
"Then don't talk back to your superior."
"And you are superior, how again?"
"I am the prince of a superior race. How much more can be said?" he asked haughtily.
"You listen here-" she started up, just before she found herself backed up against the wall. She glared at him as she found herself trapped between his two arms, faces only inches away.
"Well," he hissed. "I'm listening. What? Lost for words? Too scared to reply? All I'd have to do is put my hand around your neck, and 'snap!' you'd be done for. So what were you saying? I'm still listening."
"Actually," Bulma interjected, gazing at him. "I was just thinking about how I could stare at your eyes forever."
"You're pathetic!" he barked, immediately backing away. "You have a mate!"
"What the hell are you talking about? You think I'm trying to 'mate' with you? What the fuck… All I did was comment on your eyes. And Yamcha's NOT my mate! We never were, and even if you consider 'dating' like 'mating,' we broke up weeks ago!"
"Well, you didn't have much say in the matter, did you?" Bulma looked down, tears starting well. If there ever was a touchy subject with her, it was her break up with Yamcha.
"You bastard," she whispered. "Oh fuck me!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air and heading upstairs towards her room.
"Don't make offers you wouldn't be able to handle, foolish woman!" Vegeta roared, following her into the hall.
"I wouldn't want to deal with you even if you were the last man on earth!"
"You want to test that theory?" he snickered. "I am quite capable of eliminating everyone else…" Bulma stopped and turned around suddenly.
"Why do you do that?"
"I told you not-"
"Why do you insist on insulting me, harassing me, and threatening me when I invited you to LIVE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE!" She hadn't even bothered to turn around and yell that in his face. She just kept walking.
Suddenly she noticed that a blue glow was coming from behind her and stopped. She turned around to find herself facing a bright blue ki ball.
"That'll be the last time you raise your voice at me…" Vegeta growled, hand outstretched toward her. She was far too close to dodge the blast, and even she was far enough she probably wouldn't survive the impending explosion.
"WELL?" she screamed at him, temper raging. "What are you waiting for? Blast me already!" His face twitched and he stood there staring at her a good thirty seconds.
"But I'm not finished with you yet!" he swore, putting his hand down and dissipated the ki beam. He turned on heel. "And besides," he called back to her as he was marching away. "You didn't say 'whatever'."
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Things had been… shall we say… tense? O.o After the incident Vegeta gave her a death threat every time he saw her.
"So much for his non-threat streak…" she murmured to herself as she escaped another encounter with him. Don't get her wrong, she was still scared shitless of him at times and did her best to avoid him. This time she decided to duck into the front hallway where the door to the house was. He was eating now, which meant she wanted to be as far away from the kitchen as possible.
"Who the hell are you?" she screeched, dropping her drink as she spotted an unfamiliar man opening the door and allowing himself in. He was wearing a black sweater and black jeans. "Looks like a typical robber," she almost snickered to herself. "Where's the ski mask?"
The man whirled behind her and brought a gun out of his pocket.
"Go to the front lawn!" he said gruffly, pushing her with the gun towards the open front door.
"Uh…o.. okay," she stammered, walking nervously toward the lawn with him behind her. "Is this the end? What does he want with me? Is he going to rape me? Oh Kami no!" she begged silently, tears starting to flow. They made their way to the driveway. "He must have taken care of security. Did he make a distraction, or did he… (gulp) eliminate them?"
"Get in the car!" he demanded, opening the door to the passenger's seat of a black SUV parked outside the complex. She nodded and got inside. He bound her hands behind her back and moved the seat up as far as it went so that she couldn't move her legs. Then he shut and locked the door, taping the handle beforehand so that there was no way she could open it.
There was already a driver, who was wearing a red ribbon logo on his jacket.
"What does the Red Ribbon Army want with me?" she asked herself, eyeing the jacket. The kidnapper got in the back opposite her beside another Red Ribbon man, who had long white hair with a matching mustache. At least that's what she could tell by the right side mirror.
"Welcome Miss Briefs," the man directly behind her said coyly, as the SUV departed from the CC lot. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Gero!" he said, with a strange Russian sort of accent.
"What the hell do you want with me?" Bulma snapped, a sudden rush of anger rising as she remembered her previous encounters with the RR army.
"Ah, yes, always the hostile type. To make a long story short, I need you to help me finish my android. Actually, I have two, #17 and #18. There's a flaw in both of their programming. If I hadn't caught it, the two would have killed me!" he said with a light chuckle.
"Shame," Bulma said sarcastically.
"I need you to figure out how to fix the programming."
"And if I don't want to?" Bulma asked haughtily.
"Then we have no… use for you." Bulma nodded in understanding. That was basically the way to say they would kill her.
"What are they programmed to do originally?"
"Well see, that's the part where you come in. I want you to program them to eliminate all humans on the planet." Bulma sat in silence for a bit.
"You're out of fucking mind if you think I'd do that."
"Well, that's such a shame. And here, we could have turned you into #19,"
"Go to hell!" she declared, head butting the driver and sending the SUV into a crazy curve.
BOOM!
The whole roof of the car caved in as if something had just hit or landed on it from the top.
"Bloody hell!" the driver exclaimed just before an arm punched through the roof of the car and tore away the metal.
"Oh fuck me…" Bulma thought, watching in awe as Vegeta ripped the whole top of the car off in one easy motion and discarded it. He then grabbed the driver and 'discarded' him as well.
"Well, what the hell are you waiting for?" Vegeta roared at the man in black. Needless to say, the man abandoned ship. Then, everything happened in what was quite literally two and some small fraction seconds.
From Vegeta's point of view as the first second started, Dr. Gero had just pulled out a Swiss Army knife and was rearing it up to stab Bulma in the neck. To Bulma, the SUV was headed directly for a tree at 50 mph and the idiot kidnapper had neglected to put her seatbelt on.
Then, within the same second, Vegeta punched Dr. Gero in the shoulder with his left arm, swooping the arm up to eventually make contact with Gero's face, while simultaneously hoisting Bulma up on his shoulder with his right arm.
The second directly after that, Vegeta's fist connected to Gero's face and tore a good chunk of metal off, revealing his android state. This left Vegeta's left hand free to form a quick ki ball and fire it toward the engine, igniting the gasoline. While the ki beam was still in the air, he phased off the car to a safe distance, in which the car then proceeded to explode a millisecond after. Had Vegeta not blasted the car, then it would have hit the tree only a nanosecond after that.
If only we humans had the quickness of a Saiyan, we would've seen all these things play out.
But alas, to the human bystanders looking through the missing roof of the SUV, Gero was preparing to stab Bulma when his face suddenly imploded and the car hit the tree, somehow exploding upon contact. Looking for the flame haired man and the blue-haired woman as they noticed the burning car lacked their presence, they would have to look left of the tree ten feet to find him standing there with the woman strung over his shoulder.
And of course, Vegeta just walked away from the scene with a scowl, Bulma still strung over his shoulder.
"Um… thank you Vegeta." She was more shocked than grateful, she'd have to admit, but she still felt needed to thank him. "Why does he do the things he does?"
"Humph," he grunted, setting her down so she could walk on her own. "The pleasure of killing you is reserved only for me," he explained, leaving a very confused Bulma to stand there and watch him go.
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After Vegeta had saved her life, Bulma began to feel much safer with him in the house, even though he had promised to be the death of her. "I'm glad I know how I'm going to die," she thought smartly. "If I know how its going to happen, then I know I can survive everything else!" Indeed, fear was not a factor for her anymore with anything except Vegeta.
"Vegeta?" she asked timidly, expecting to find him outside.
"What?" he snapped from behind her. She jumped and turned to face him.
"I have a present for you!" she said, smiling at him.
"A… present?" This was confusing. Here, he had insulted and harassed her for three weeks, and then he saved her life so he could kill her himself (which is the ultimate way of obtaining fear from someone, so he thought), and now she randomly has a present for him. "It must be some kind of trick."
"I don't need any of your presents," he said harshly.
"No, please, I really think you'll like this," she begged, giving him the big puppy eyes and the pleading grin.
"Just say no…" he told himself. "Fine." "Damn it!" he cursed himself. "Why can't I refuse her?"
"Okay, stand back now," she said, pulling out a capsule.
"I don't want a car-"
"It's not a car! Here, look!" She popped the capsule and threw it in the middle of the lawn, revealing a huge dome shaped room.
"What is it?" he asked in unimpressed tone.
"It's a gravity room." This peaked his interest.
"Like the one that was on Kakarott's ship?"
"Yes. Only this one goes up to 1000 times gravity." Vegeta nodded. She was right. He was pleased with this present. "I'll show you how to work the controls," she said, heading inside the GR.
"Just don't say anything. Then she won't be able to tell if you're grateful or dissatisfied." This time he listened to himself. He silently followed and listened as she showed him the switches and controls.
"Why are you giving this to me?" he asked randomly.
"Well, I just wanted to thank you for saving me, and I figured maybe now you won't bitch about how low the gravity on this planet is!" she explained, grinning at him. He stared at her, bundles of questions swimming in his head. Should he thank her? No.
"Excellent. Now get out." At such a demand, he would have expected her to start yelling at him for being so ungrateful, but she just smirked at him and headed towards the door. "Why does she act like she understands me so well? Does she really?"
"Don't push yourself too hard," she called to him as she walked out.
"This is ridiculous," he murmured, looking at the door she had just left through. "She prances around like she can read me like a book!" He punched the wall, which she explained should be strong enough to handle whatever he had to deal. "Fucking wench, why can't I get her out of my mind? Why does she have to be so god damned attractive? And it doesn't help that she has the attitude of a Saiyan. She's practically a princess on this planet…and I'm a prince."
Bulma stood outside the door, listening to him talk to himself about her. She felt excited at the idea of him being attracted to her but felt scared at the same time. Could he possibly grow obsessive about her? No, she was being stupid. He just hates her so much that he daydreams about her demise. But that wouldn't explain the last few comments. "Maybe I should've explained to him that these walls aren't soundproof," she thought. Suddenly he stopped talking. "Ah, shit," she cursed to herself, continuing to walk back towards the house in case he opened the door and caught her standing there. "I forgot about that damned mental thing. It's not like he constantly reminds me though."
She walked into the kitchen and got herself a snack. "Ah, Vegeta. I don't know what's wrong with us. We fight, we scream, and then next thing we know we're on tolerable terms." She chugged a glass of milk.
"There's something about you though, something I can't keep myself away from," she decided. "And that's probably what's so ironic about it. We define a love-hate relationship." She munched on some cookies her mother had left her. She snorted suddenly. "Love-hate. That's funny. We don't even come close to loving each other." She chewed thoughtfully. "But I guess anything's possible."
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"Woman!" If he was trying to start a fight at… what time was it? She looked over. If he was trying to start a fight a 2:32 in the morning, he had one thing coming. The past week he'd been training nonstop in the blasted gravity room.
"That's it," she decided. "His sleep deprivation has caused him to snap and now he's trying to play a joke or something stupid on me. And why's it so bright?"
"Woman, get out here!" he yelled from her balcony, rapping on the door. He could break in through the window but she knew he wouldn't want to deal with the consequences.
"Ugh," she groaned, practically rolling off the bed.
"What is… it?" Something was glowing outside and there was electricity in the air. She pushed aside the curtains and opened the balcony doors when she saw him.
"You're… golden."
"Damn right," Vegeta said with a proud smirk. She surveyed his features. His hair was even spikier, if possible, and was an electric blonde. She peered into his eyes.
"Gohan was right. They're teal."
"Actually, the half-breed said they were blue. I told you they were teal," Vegeta answered her.
"Oh yea. I can't get used to that whole mind reading thing. So you're a Super Saiyan then?"
"Yes. I've ascended." He made his aura cackle just for effect. Bulma looked him over again and started to look concerned.
"Once you ascend, you can return to normal, right?"
"Yes. It's just a peak of intense power." He grinned at her dangerously. "She's worried I'll have too much power for too long." She did indeed show relief, but not for the reasons he thought.
"Oh okay. Don't get me wrong, you look good as a blonde, but the black hair matched your eyes too well for you to just go and change permanently like that," she muttered, yawning. He looked at her in surprise.
"What? Oh. Heheh. I can be kind of blunt when I'm sleepy." She yawned again.
"I don't understand," Vegeta thought absentmindedly. "She should be cowering in fear. Does she not understand the awesome power of a Super Saiyan? What this means?"
"You realize that since we have both ascended, I have a fair chance of defeating Kakarott?" Bulma just nodded.
"Yea, that's pretty obvious."
"And you realize that the power you practically handed me can crush this entire planet? In fact, the entire galaxy?" She just nodded.
"I'm not stupid," she snapped, rubbing her eyes. "Anyway. I'm going to go back to bed. I'm glad you finally obtained what you wanted. I trust you'll try to be good…" she said with a grin as she sloshed back over to her bed and collapsed on it. She was out cold.
"That didn't turn out nearly how I wanted it to. She was supposed to be in fear of my power." He glared at her sleeping form. "I've been too soft on her. Bah! If only she knew… how much control she wields." He walked into her room and stood over her, powering back down into normal form so as not to wake her.
"I… I can't believe it. She didn't understand what a big deal this is; I could sense her thoughts about how insignificant my ascension was. But she truly understood what it meant to me and she was happy. She is…happy. For me! She trusts me. Why else would she not care for me obtaining such power? In fact, she seemed to like the idea of me being able to crush anyone and anything. But trust is only reserved for friends. Is that what we are? Friends? Impossible…" He brushed back some of her hair and looked at her closed eyes. If the word 'friends' sounded disgusting in his head, what would it sound like out of his mouth? "Such an enigma."
"That's too dangerous!" another side seemed to say. "She is weak and doesn't know her place. Such an attachment would be outrageous!" Vegeta frowned, recoiling his hand back from her sleeping form. Yes, yes it would. "You promised her on Namek. You promised you would make her pay." Vegeta nodded. Indeed he did. "She's conning you! She's tricked you on Namek and she's going to do it again! She must be trying to get close to you in order to make your pain more intense. She's using you for protection. Well, we'll just have to turn that pain around, won't we?" Vegeta grinned wickedly. Why yes, yes he would.
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Was this chapter short? Oh well, 'whatever!' Actually, reading that now that seems kind of rushed. I think I'll edit this later. Well anyway, please R&R!