A.N. I'm extremely sorry...I've really had no inspiration for this story...and I still don't, but I figure that since you people liked it before...I should at least try to update...
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ...if I do...and don't know about it...please tell em...
Chapter 3: The First Attack
Bulma stirred from sleep, and found her head resting against something warm and solid.
(A.N. Thanks for the idea christina)
She blinked a few times and tried to sit up, only to find that she couldn't move because something had a firm grip on her waist. She turned, and looked in surprise at a sleeping Vegeta.
A smile lit up her face as she looked at him, and she thought., "He looks like a kid when he sleeps."
She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to pull away from him, then leaned against him, falling to sleep once more.
:A little while later:
Sunlight shone down on the Saiyian Prince's face, pulling him from a surprisingly pleasant dream. He opened his eyes, only to close them immediately.
"Why is that sun so damn bright?" Vegeta muttered as he opened his eyes once more.
He moved to get up, and noticed a weight on his left side. To his surprise, the woman was asleep, her head resting on his shoulder.
He didn't want to wake her up, even if she had dunked him underwater yesterday, but his sudden movement had obviously done so.
He removed his had from her waist, he didn't want her to know how possessive he was becoming of her.
"Good morning Vegeta," Bulma smiled as she sat up and stretched.
"More like afternoon," Vegeta replied as he glanced at the clock, which now read one p.m..
Bulma looked up, "So it is."
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Vegeta asked as he stood up.
"Oh nothing," she replied evasively.
"You do realize that I can tell when you're lying, don't you?" Vegeta arched an eyebrow at her.
"Whatever Vegeta," Bulma rolled her eyes, and it was painstakingly obvious that she knew something he didn't.
"What are you up to?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma didn't say a word, just smirked and left the room.
:The Kitchen:
Bulma's parents looked at her in surprise, it was a very rare thing for their daughter to be so happy, especially two days in a row.
"I wonder what's gotten into her lately..," Dr. Briefs pondered out loud.
Bulma looked at her father, rolled her eyes, and went outside, humming happily to herself.
"Men can be so oblivious sometimes," Mrs. Briefs laughed, "She's in love dear."
"With who?" Mr. Briefs asked.
"Oh, you'll find out," Mrs. Briefs replied.
Vegeta then walked through the room, heading out to the GR. He'd overheard that woman's parents' conversation, but didn't show any sign of it, not even glancing at them.
"I don't care anyway," he thought/grumbled to himself.
He shoved through the door, and that blasted sunlight hit him again. The woman was sitting underneath a tree, papers spread out all around her.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked as he walked up next to her.
"Working on upgrades for the GR," Bulma replied, and scribbled something else down.
"Can I look?" he asked, and bent down next to her.
"I suppose so," Bulma glanced up at him, then pointed to another pile of papers, "I'm done with those for today."
Vegeta picked them up, and read them through. After doing so, he went over, and sat down beside Bulma.
"Wouldn't this work better if you positioned this over here, and moved this here?" Vegeta asked, pointing out different areas.
Bulma glanced over, "Wow...that's brilliant."
She took the papers from him and wrote in the corrections Vegeta had made, "Thanks, I probably wouldn't have noticed that for at least a month or so."
Vegeta just nodded, but on the inside Bulma had given him a major ego boost, not that he needed it. Then he headed to the GR to train.
: In the GR :
He'd been training for several hours now, well it was actually more like he was trying to train. He just couldn't keep his mind from wandering to that infuriating woman.
What was it about her that made him act so unlike himself? Why did her image haunt him day and night?
Those were only a few of the questions that plagued him as he shut down the systems in the GR.
He punched in the code that would lock up the system for the night after he went out through the sliding doors.
The sun was just setting, and the sky was a deep scarlet red. There was a slight breeze, but the scent it carried shocked him. It was blood, female blood, and it was fresh.
He heard a quiet whimpering coming from the direction the woman had been in the last time he was outside.
He flew over there to find Bulma laying in a pool of her own blood, a pain-stricken look etched on her face.
When had this happened? Had he been so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't heard her scream for help?
He then noticed a sheet of paper beside Bulma, and written in her blood was this message:
"Prince Vegeta,
We have finally located you after many years of searching. Why you would choose to reside on a planet such as this is beyond us, but if you want the guaranteed safety of the planet and your woman, then you may want to turn yourself in to us. If you don't, the planet may survive, but your woman will not. We will be awaiting your reply tomorrow at the edge of town."
That was all the note said, no signature or anything, but Vegeta knew one thing for sure, aliens were rarely true to their word.
Besides, Bulma wasn't his woman.
He picked her up and examined her wounds. They were extremely severe, if she didn't get immediate help, she would more than likely die.
He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, "God, why did I have to bring her into this?"
A.N.: Oooooo...the plot thickens...I really do need to thank Christina and Bulma,...two of my awesome reviewers..., for their ideas. I'll try to update soon, but I have to work on my Spirited Away fic, my Avatar: The Last Airbender fic, and my H.P. fic...so it may take a while, but not as long as it took for this chapter. Please tell me what you think! Be it a nice review, criticism, ideas, or flames, but if you flame, please give a reason as to why you flamed...and no, 'I hated it' , is not a reason...
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