In the middle of the crater, only a few feet in front of Bulma and Vegeta rested a strange pod. White with a small black window. Its surface was charred.
"Great Kami, what is that thing?" Bulma asked no one in particular.
Vegeta turned to look at it then slowly faced her again, this time with a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. He raised his chin and for the first time Bulma saw a side of arrogance and pride in the strange man who had seemed so innocent until moments before. Vegeta eyed the pod viciously for a moment but his face quickly softened again.
"Is this thing yours?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded curtly. She realized that she was quickly losing her sense of power of him. It was still there but to a lesser degree. He continued to hold her almost protectively, but she understood that she was now entering upon a territory where Japanese was of little concern.
Vegeta stood up abruptly. He lifted Bulma as if there was nothing in his arms and set her down gently. She gingerly tested one foot on the ground before she slid out of his strong arms. Who was this man?
He grabbed her hand a little brusquely and pulled her towards the pod which looked a little cracked in some places. Vegeta spat out a few sharp barking noises that composed his language and to Bulma's surprise the pod opened from a door that was a part of its integral spherical structure. The flash of buttons, graphs and dials quickly caught her attention. She broke free of Vegeta's grasp and excitedly leaned into the capsule.
"It's a spaceship isn't it? These are all vectors of orbital entry. I can tell from the computer read outs. It's amazing Vegeta!" she said grinning while leaning heavily on the entryway. The young man crossed his arms and smirked proudly, but he also blushed.
"I wonder if it still works. You have no idea how amazing this is. Capsule Corp is years away from any kind of spaceship this size. Ours are all…" but Bulma was unable to finish as Vegeta suddenly looped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her into the pod with him.
He sat down heavily on the single chair with Bulma resting in a disheveled heap on his lap. She giggled and quaintly hid her face. Vegeta looked as if he was about to bust, so happy to see his woman impressed with him.
He willfully took handle of the controls and pressed a few buttons more forcefully than was necessary, but he did all of this while watching Bulma's smile grow wider. The door shut rapidly. Bulma let out a little squeal and sat up straighter in Vegeta's lap to watch the progress. Unfortunately, this hampered his concentration as her supple bum rubbed suggestively against his most sensitive area. He couldn't help but watch her.
Within minutes of entering the capsule it began to rise in the air.
"Oh but how does it work?" Bulma laughed. To say the least, science intrigued her. She intrigued Vegeta.
And a dark idea settled upon him. Bulma didn't notice his change in expression. The pride became darker. It looked as if something were choking him. He grimaced and finally typed rapidly into one computer. He bowed his head and buried himself in his woman's hair. He rested for a moment and held her tighter to himself.
"Vegeta, I just can't believe this! We're flying! I can see our house! And the mountains! And there's a river, but I'm not sure which one it is. And, wow everything looks so small, it's like looking at a doll houses." Suddenly Bulma didn't feel quite so happy or excited. She twisted around in Vegeta's lap which made his eyes barely flutter and his mouth open very slightly. "Where are we going Vegeta?"
He closed his eyes and slowly slid his hands down her arms until he grasped her thin wrists.
"No, Vegeta, wait, I don't like this anymore. Where are we going?" The ground sped further and further away. Within seconds the ground became a dot in the small window of the capsule which was the earth. Empty space encircled it.
Bulma began to panic and struggled to free herself from Vegeta's grip. But he held on harder and pulled her closer. He quietly mumbled and few words against her ear. Bulma felt consumed with fear.
Who was this man? He was so sweet. He didn't understand anything. He couldn't speak her language.
"But how could I think so egocentrically," Bulma thought to herself as she slowly surrendered to his hold. There was no escaping the small pod in the midst of space. "There must be a million things I don't know about him. I can't control him just because he can't speak Japanese. He's something else."
Vegeta brought a callused and scarred hand against her cheek as Bulma sat in quiet panic. He somewhat forcefully pushed her lips towards him until they pressed roughly against his own.
Bulma was still utterly silent. The shock of suddenly flying away from the earth made it all seem to surreal. But she couldn't deny the feel of his lips. It was all real and happening to her at that instant. Bulma suddenly had clear sense of the moment.
"But perhaps this will be interesting," she thought. Vegeta let go of one of her arms so he could feel the smooth line of her back. "I want to figure him out."