Hello again my precious little followers, I am so glad you like my fanfiction, you guys have given me a real confidence boost –kisses to all-. Now I must apologise to everyone about mistakes in my last chapter. When I proof read my work, I missed a few things and I am sorry if it caused any confusion at all –gives everyone a cookie-. So anyway…I thank you all again for the massive confidence boost I have received from you all…thank you very much :D
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Disclaimer: BCL: Vegeta! Get me DBZ! NOW!
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Chapter four: Typical Vegeta.
A week had passed since Vegeta and Bulma's huge argument and everything in the Briefs household was peaceful and calm until…
"VEGETA!" screamed Bulma as she ran out into the back garden. There stood Vegeta standing in front of a huge pile of broken machinery, but what Bulma didn't notice was that there was something wrong with him.
"Vegeta you blockhead, this is the fourth time this week that you have destroyed the gravity machine, my father and I cannot keep fixing this, we do have lives you know," Bulma exclaimed as she strode up to the Saiyan Prince. She reached his side and immediately placed her hands on her hips, waiting for Vegeta to explain himself, yet again.
Vegeta did not answer Bulma, he didn't even look at her, he just merely collapsed on the ground right beside her.
"Vegeta!" screamed Bulma, "Dad! Dad get out here!"
Mr. Briefs ran as fast as he could out of the house and out to Bulma. "What is it dear, is something- Oh my…what happened to Vegeta?"
"He must have been inside the gravity room when the explosion happened," Bulma said as she lifted Vegeta's head onto her lap. "How are we going to get him inside? Both you and I are not strong enough to carry him in…OH YAMCHA! You are just in time, help us carry Vegeta inside," Bulma said as she laid eyes on her boyfriend walking into the garden. Yamcha ran over to them, "What happened here?" he asked Bulma as he took in Vegeta's limp form that was lying in front of him.
"We think he was caught up in the blast of the Gravity room," Mr. Briefs told Yamcha as he checked Vegeta's pulse.
Bulma was staring down at Vegeta; he looked so vulnerable just lying there on the ground. Suddenly his eyes started to flicker open.
"Oh…my head," he whispered hoarsely. He squinted his eyes as he stared up at Bulma who was directly above him, his head must have been in her lap.
Bulma hushed him and smiled sweetly down at him, "You're going to be fine Vegeta, you were caught up in the blast from the gravity room."
Vegeta managed to choke out a coarse laugh. Bulma gaped at him, surprised that he was laughing. "Stupid woman, I am a Saiyan Prince, no explosion can harm me, I merely did this to myself!" he choked, "and if I can do this to myself, just think of what I will do to those androids!" he managed to say before he passed out again.
Yamcha, Bulma and Mr. Briefs stared at each other; Vegeta had done this much damage to himself?
"Well he certainly showed me up! I don't train nearly half as much as he does, and I definitely don't damage myself as much as he does," said Yamcha as he scratched his head. Bulma glared at him, "Well at least he is trying Yamcha, but I do wish he wouldn't harm himself this much. It really does worry me," Bulma said as she ran her fingers through Vegeta's hair. Yamcha gawped at her, "I AM TRYING!" he said as he prepared to start an argument, but Mr. Briefs interrupted him.
"Please, could you two save this for some other time as now is most definitely not the time nor the place, now please help me get Vegeta into the house," Mr. Briefs said rather sternly to the couple sitting with him. Both Bulma and Yamcha stopped what they were doing and then prepared to help carry Vegeta in.
"Listen, why don't I just carry Vegeta by myself, I don't need help you guys," Yamcha said as he stood up. Bulma and Mr. Briefs agreed and let Yamcha pick Vegeta up. Yamcha slung Vegeta over his shoulder so that Vegeta's face was facing his back. Mr. Briefs walked in front of Yamcha and Bulma walked behind him, never taking her eyes off of Vegeta. She had never been so worried about someone before. She stretched out her arm, her finger barely touching Vegeta's hair, so she quickened her pace and was soon directly behind Yamcha, who didn't seem to notice that she was that close to him.
'Oh Vegeta' Bulma thought sadly as she stroked the back of his head.
"There, that should keep him going for a good while now," said Mr. Briefs as he placed away his aid kit. Bulma smiled at her father and hugged him tightly, where would any of them be without him?
"Thank you dad, now do and get a nice cup of tea and I'll join you and Yamcha in a moment," Bulma said quietly as she released her father. Yamcha had already left the room as he had received a call on his mobile phone and had to take it out of the room.
Mr. Briefs smiled fondly at his daughter and left the room silently. Bulma watched the door close and then turned her head towards Vegeta, who was lying peacefully on the bed, wrapped up in bandages and with an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. This wasn't the first time this had happened, it had happened before, but this time seemed far more serious than the last.
"Oh Vegeta, why do you insist on hurting yourself?" Bulma said aloud. She walked over to Vegeta's bed and sat down on the edge of it. She adjusted the drip that had been placed into his arm and then let her hand linger on his arm for a couple of moments. 'His muscles are so firm, even when relaxed,' Bulma thought to herself as her hand seemed to travel of it's own accord up Vegeta's right arm. Of course she had felt strong muscles before, Yamcha always left her feel how firm his muscles were, but his muscle's were nothing compared to Vegeta's. As she brought herself out of her train of thought she suddenly realised that she had been gently caressing his cheek. She pulled her hand away somewhat reluctantly from his surprisingly soft skin and stood up. Everyone was probably wondering where she was by now. She took one last look at Vegeta and turned, but then turned back again. She then leaned down slowly and kissed Vegeta on his forehead and whispered, "Get better quickly okay."
Bulma entered the kitchen where her father and Yamcha were sitting drinking tea and she seen that there was a cup poured for her so she sat down beside her father and drank it slowly, her thoughts still on Vegeta and it wasn't until someone addressed her that she stopped thinking about him.
"Bulma? Earth to Bulma? Hello? Anyone home?" said Yamcha as he waved a hand in front of her eyes.
"What is it Yamcha?" she asked her 'loving' boyfriend. Yamcha blinked at her several times, "So you weren't listening to me?" he said in a rather annoyed tone. Mr. Briefs could practically see the argument that was about to unfold so he got up and set his teacup in the sink and walked out and into the living room to sit with his wife, who was watching her afternoon soap operas.
"I'm sorry Yamcha, I was just thinking that's all," Bulma mumbled as she sipped her tea. Yamcha frowned and asked this, "Who were you thinking of? Or is that a stupid question?"
Bulma sighed in a frustrated manor and finished off her tea in one gulp, and she answered, "It really isn't any of your business Yamcha."
Yamcha stood up with Bulma and they both placed their cups into the sink and all the while he stared at her in the same fashion.
"You were thinking about that arrogant prince weren't you?" he said angrily. Bulma glared at him, "Yes I was Yamcha, but as always not in that way. I'm just worried about him and I was thinking about what medication to give him because if you didn't notice, he was in a pretty awful state!" she exclaimed.
"You don't care about me whenever I'm in bad states," Yamcha said sounding like a 4-year-old child.
"That's because you are never in that bad of a state, you always seem to have those weird beans on you, but did you have any today? NO! Which is actually a surprise because if you had of had one, I wouldn't have been having to think about which medication to give to Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed as she turned on Yamcha.
"Senzu beans aren't stupid, and you know I can't always ask Korin for a bag of them. He said to me last time that I can't get anymore for at least 6 months!" Yamcha yelled.
Bulma breathed in deeply, praying for calm, but unfortunately she didn't get it. "I can't believe you Yamcha, I know for a fact you always think of other girls, and to I go ape-poopy on you? NO! But when I think of what medication to give a guy you absolutely bust a vein on me!" Yamcha stared at her but didn't say a word so Bulma continued to yell on. "You know it is only natural to think of other people, but you should just be glad that neither of us actually goes out with other people while we are dating each other!" she yelled.
Yamcha didn't bat an eye-lid at her comment, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her right? 'Keep your face straight Yamcha, you can never let her know about Rose,' he thought to himself.
Just as Bulma was about to yell at him some more a sudden energy blast exploded through the kitchen ceiling.
"WOMAN!" came Vegeta's rough voice from above them. Bulma's face suddenly lit up and she forgot about what she was going to say to Yamcha and hurried out of the kitchen. Mr and Mrs. Briefs had heard the blast and also ran out of the living room and upstairs. Yamcha soon followed behind.
Vegeta watched the door open and Bulma fly into his bedside. She looked radiant as always.
"Oh Vegeta, I didn't expect you to wake up so early!" she said happily.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Well I would have still been sleeping if you and your lover hadn't have been having that shouting match in the room below me."
Bulma blushed a crimson colour and placed her hand behind her head and chuckled. "Sorry we woke you Vegeta, we didn't realise that you had such good hearing even when you're asleep," she said still chuckling.
Vegeta sighed and crossed his arms across his chest, not even flinching in the slight pain at the drip being scrunched into his arm. "Woman, you didn't need super hearing to have heard you two down in that kitchen, and speaking of kitchens, I'm hungry and haven't eaten all day."
Bulma closed her eyes and smiled, typical Vegeta, even when he is badly injured he can still manage to eat.
A/N: Yes another chappie done and dusted, and I hope you all liked reading it as much as I liked writing it! So what will happen next on 'Will you believe me?' Who knows? Only I do, and I am the one that shall relieve you of your longing to know! So tune in next time folks.
Vegeta: Yes and you know by the time the next chapter is up, I still won't be talking to her.
BCL: WHY NOT?
Vegeta: Because you gave me crappy Dialogue at the start!
BCL: Oh…sorry :(